Chapter 7

When I woke up Sunday morning, I skipped brushing my teeth from the routine. I planned to smoke a few more cigarettes before I kissed anybody. When I passed through the living room, I noticed the trio of girls sleeping and their moms opening up some of the windows, trying to air out an unmistakable odor. When I saw them noticed me I made sure to inhale deeply and grin at them. I then paraphrased a war movie that I had watched a few days ago and said, "I love the smell of pussy in the morning." Some red creped into their cheeks and they turned away. I went into the kitchen and turned on the electric kettle. I also made a pot of coffee, not knowing how many might want that instead of tea.

I had just finished the cooking sausage links to go with the bacon and eggs I had already made when Rose came into the kitchen. She began to set the dining room table when Traci came in to assist her. By that time the food was on the table, everybody was awake and sitting there.

Breakfast was quiet that morning with a few requests to pass food. I tried to start a couple of conversations but they ended rather quickly. When everybody finished eating, I asked everyone to remain seated and that I had something to say.

"I want to apologize to each of you. I guess I went too far last night and I'm a blödes arschloch. I grew up in an environment where sexuality was freely expressed and talked about. From everyone's reactions this morning, I realized I went too far and I hope you can forgive me."

At least that got them to open up more. They were quick to apologize to me and tell me it was not my fault. Stuff like guilt and repression were tossed about. After a while, it seemed that some order of familiarly had returned, all be it, not quite the same level as it was before last night's gabfest.

Rose told us to move the conversation along so she could clean up. Pollyanna and Traci assisted her as the rest of us went out into the backyard. Jean and I lit up and that earned her a disappointing look from her daughter. I received the same look when Traci came outside. When she reminded me that I could not kiss her on the lips until I brushed my teeth, I told her I would rather kiss her other lips anyway. I think Traci was most embarrassed at all when she saw her mother laughing at us. Marge asked me if I smoked after sex. When I told her yes, she grinned and told me then I was going too fast. It took a few seconds for everyone to get the joke and join in the laugher. That was the one thing that was missing from breakfast earlier was the laugher. I was glad to see it return.

The girls went in to put on their swimsuits and the ladies and I talked about mundane things. When the conversation turned to politics, Jean seemed surprised how well informed I was of the issues. I told her that in two and a half years I would have right to vote and I planned to exercise it. The only thing worst than not voting is voting for something you know nothing about. I mentioned that a local AM station broadcasted Air America and they might want to check it out. They said they would try giving it a shot and I did warn them that a few of the hosts can be rather extreme, but overall, they brought up some interesting points.

It was around 11:00 when Jean said she and Michelle had better head back home, but I convinced them to stay for lunch and we all enjoyed some fried chicken and mashed potatoes that Rose had cooked. Jean and Michelle were headed out to their car when Pollyanna's mom drove up. I introduced myself to her and asked her if she would like to come in for some coffee, but Mrs. Huntington declined saying she had some errands to run. She thanked me for the offer and for hosting her daughter last night. After they left, Marge and Lori came out carrying the sleeping bags and pajamas that they had brought over the previous day. I told Lori that I would have to put off the wiring project until later but that she could still borrow my laptop to read those stories. Lori grew embarrassed and when Marge asked what stories, I suggest Lori show them to her and maybe the two of them could talk about it.

The guys started to arrive a little past 1:00 and everybody that was in the club was at the house by a quarter past. No one was surprised to see Traci there since they knew she was my girlfriend, but the presence of Rose mystified them. I explained that Rose was my live-in maid and she smiled at that. She actually played the role as the maid by bringing the guys drinks and snacks. I discovered I was the envy of the group because I had more anime and manga titles than all of them. Bill and Dave both had more models than I did however. I discussed the idea of actually forming a fansubbing group and what we would need to do it. I found a raw episode that I had downloaded over the past week that they all were interested in seeing so we watched it with me doing the translating for them.

We spent about four hours hanging out talking about anime and what not. They all had to head back home and Mike was the last to leave at 5:30. Rose was unsure if the guys were going to be staying or not so she had cooked a frozen lasagna. Traci, Rose, and I were able to put away a good portion of it before the rest was put into the fridge for leftovers. Since Traci and I did not have time on Friday to do our homework, the three of us did it together after dinner. I finished mine rather quickly so I went outside to smoke the last of my weekend cigarettes. When I came back inside, Traci reminded me to brush my teeth.

"As you wish", I replied.

When I returned, I went to the living room to watch the sumo that I had missed the past couple of days. Traci came in and snuggled up to me. She asked how long it lasted. I told her that there were six tournaments a year and each one lasted fifteen days. When Rose was done with her homework, she joined us in the living room and sat in one of the chairs. When I motioned to the vacant spot next to me on the couch, Rose looked at Traci for conformation. When Traci nodded, Rose snuggled up to me, but not as closely as Traci was.

I ended up skipping through most of the tournament only watching the matches that I was interested in. There were four wresters I liked to keep track of; Roho who was from Russia, Kokkai who was from Georgia, Kotooshu who was from Bulgia, and Takamisakari who was a Japanese native. Everybody, myself included, loved how Takamisakari would psyche himself up before a match. He was by far the most popular man in sumo, even more popular than the only Yokozuna, Asahoryu. I mentioned that it would be cool to see a tournament in person and that led to a conversation about traveling to other countries. After I had caught up on the sumo, we found a movie to watch and when Rose left to use the bathroom, Traci used that opportunity to check to see if I had brushed my teeth like she requested. I think she was pleased with the result. The previous evening's discussion seemed to embolden her because she guided my hands up to her breasts. Rose must have seen us because she never came back from the bathroom. It seemed like the make out session lasted forever, but our tongues finally grew tired.

"I love you," I told Traci while looking deep into her eyes.

Our tongues found renewed energy as she kissed me after she told me that she loved me to. When we broke our kiss, there were tears of joy running down her face. I kissed and licked them from cheeks. We ended up just holding each other until it was time for Traci to return home.

I think part of her did not want to leave because of our declaration to each other and another part was fear about Rose being there. I told her she did not have to worry about Rose and that I was reasonably sure she would be sleeping in her own bed tonight. I also mentioned that I also had pajamas now. She told me that I had better wear sweatpants, heavy ones. I gave her a tender goodnight kiss and told her that we would meet her and Lori tomorrow morning.

When I did my evening routine, I saw from the security log that my laptop was in use so I sent it a message, saying goodnight and enjoy the reading. A minute later, I got a message calling me a jerk, but there was a happy face after it. I also decided to head to Amazon and do a little shopping. There were several different French Maid outfits so I ordered half a dozen in different styles that would fit Rose. Since I was not in a rush, I chose the cheapest shipping option. I also found a six foot whip listed under the "Health and Personal Care" category. After making a mental note about that, I crawled into bed and feel asleep rather fast, because of the active day.

I awoke the next day before the alarm went off, did my morning ritual, and was greeted by the smell of breakfast cooking when I left my room. I found that Rose was already up and had prepared a rather large meal just for the two of us.

"It looks delicious, Rose! However, I'm worried that if I eat too much, Traci might dup me for getting to fat."

She gave me a grin and said, "Well, if that happens, I'll just have to pick you back up."

I shot back, "Really! And what might your girlfriend have to say about that?"

She just shrugged and replied "She'll just have to learn to share."

Rose seemed to be back to where she was before her mom threw her out. Perhaps a little stronger now that others knew more about her.

As Rose took care of the dishes, I went into the living room to watch the news programs. When she joined me, she did not believe it, at first, that I understood what all the foreign-language programs were saying. She knew that I understood Japanese, but not others. I fibbed a little and told her that I learned them when I was young and that I did not perfectly understand them. I noticed that I did feel a slight pang of guilt when I lied to Rose. It was the first time that I felt that when I lied to anybody else excluding Traci. When it came time to meet Lori and Traci, we gathered our stuff and went out to their car.

Arming the alarm reminded that I needed to give the formula to Rose, as she would need to disarm it. On the way to school, I wrote it out and handed it to her, explaining how it worked. She thought I was kidding at first since it used stuff like the date, time of day, day of week, etc. She said by the time she figured out what the code was, it would have changed. I realized that maybe using an alarm code that changed every five minutes might be overkill, so I told her I would come up with a new one that would change every day at midnight. She still found it amusing that I did not just have one code, but she thanked me just the same.

I walked Traci and Rose to their lockers before going to mine. Chuck was going on and on to Fran about my anime collection. Chuck spoke passionately about it and I could see the amusement in her eyes. We chatted for a minute before we had to head off to class.

When I joined the girls at lunch, I saw Rose working out a math problem. After a few minutes, she handed me the paper and wanted to know if this would be the correct code to disarm the house alarm for today at 3:30. I shook my head and explained that the third '9' needed to be the letter 'C'. She grumbled and told me that I should just change the code to 69, since that was a number she could remember. She winked at Pollyanna when she said, that which almost caused soda to fly out of poor Pollyanna's nose. While we all chatted, Traci started to rub her hand up and down my thigh. She kept getting gradually closer to my crotch and, after a few minutes, I asked Michelle if she was free after lunch. She wanted to know why, so I explained that Traci was working me up and if she did not finish me, that I would need to seek relief elsewhere. That caused Pollyanna and Michelle, who were sitting across from us, to duck their heads under the table to see what was going on. By then, Traci had removed her hand and elbowed me.

As we got up to leave the table from lunch, Michelle inquired if I still needed to see her. Traci glared at her and said that the only one that would relieve her boyfriend was her. She then added, "At least for now". That garnered a couple of giggles. We then went our separate ways.

When I got home, I went ahead and changed the alarm code to a much easier formula. I told Rose, and it was simple enough that she could figure it out in her head. I also decided to tell Traci the code, as well, and I gave her the second copy of the house key, telling her she should always feel free to come over, even when I wasn't there. I received a hug for that.

We ate supper at the Caspars' home and, afterwards, we watched some television. I noticed that Marge retired rather early and had taken my notebook to her bedroom. I went over to Lori, who was at the computer, and whispered in her ear, "Am I was going to be picking out a different set of pubic hairs from the keyboard?" If there was a world record for quickness of blushing, I was sure Lori broke it. She tried to sputter a reply, but I returned to the couch with Traci and Rose.

A half hour later, Lori noted the two girls snuggling against me, and that there was no room for her. I told her she could sit on the floor and lean against my legs. After she sat down, I took my arms from around the two girls and started to give Lori a shoulder rub. Traci and Rose complained that they could not snuggle with me while I was doing that. I suggested they could go down and work on Lori's feet. They shrugged and joined Lori on the floor. Lori had her head down as I worked from her shoulders to her upper back. The girls had Lori's feet in their laps. I saw a wicked grin on Rose's face, and she lifted Lori's foot up and licked along her insole. That caused Lori to squeal, and she tried to pull back her feet. Traci began tickling the other foot, which led to Lori squirming more. The three of us began to attack Lori, tickling her everywhere. Lori tried to get away, but ended up flat on her back, each girl sitting on her leg while I had her arms pinned above her head. She pleaded for us to let her go.