Chapter 9: The Small Goodbye and The Big Goodbye

Krysta may have started the process of combining my house and her house into one big house, but all that meant was she began the paperwork. She was a police officer but had no special or superhero abilities to speed up the process. The city government would move at their typical slow pace.

The next couple of months were great. I worked during the day and had sex with beautiful teenage girls during the night plus with a sexy mom. My personal dictionary definitely defined that as "great".

I didn't have sex with Katie's mom Lori anymore. She had fallen back into deep love with her husband so she only spread her legs for him. I was okay with it. What was there to complain about? I was still fucking six girls and Krysta. It's a good life if one can get it and I had it.

There were a few birthdays. Cristina turned 15 and Nicole turned 16. Jenna would turn 16 in two days and that was why she was at my place tonight, but something was odd. I could sense it.

I was naked, on my back, and with a hard erection but Jenna was sitting on the bed and she was still dressed. I didn't think we'd be doing any celebrating of her birthday or at least not in the manner I came to expect birthday celebrations with the girls.

"Can we talk?" Jenna asked.

"Always. You know that," I answered. "So what's up?"

I didn't move from my position just in case she suddenly had the urge to plunge her mouth down on my cock or to abruptly undress and push her pussy down on my cock. My girls loved sex so it was a reasonable possibility.

"It's kind of hard," she said softly.

"If you're talking about my cock, it always is for you," I joked. "However if you want to talk to me about something, you know how open I've tried to be with you and with all the girls."

"I'm ... I'm not sure I want to be with you anymore."

"So you don't like sex anymore?"

"I love sex! I'm so thankful you showed me how it should be after my bad experience."

"You're forever welcome."

"It's just that I like someone else."

"I see."

"I met him at school and we've gone out a few times. I really like him."

"You can be with him. We're not exclusive."

"I want to be exclusive with him ... for now. I also don't think I want to come back to you if we break up later. I want to move on."

I sat up. I turned and put my arm around her shoulder.

"If you think I'm going to be offended or disappointed then you're wrong."

"You're not?" she said surprised.

"What are we ... nine chapters into this story? The story has barely said anything about you. All I know is ... I don't even know how big your tits are. Are they big, small, or somewhere in between? What color is your hair? There is so little I know about you. I don't know much about Kelly either but at least she was interactive in a previous chapter."

"Oh," she said somberly.

"It's not that I won't personally miss you but all our sex was implied. We still haven't had a descriptive sex scene. You're story fodder. I know we've had sex but that's all my memory has about you."

She smiled then said, "Thanks for making this so easy. I thought it was going to be hard."

"Oh, it's still hard," I said touching my cock. "I'll call Kelly though I don't think I'll know anything more about what she looks like afterward. It's the nature of having sex with secondary characters. All I get is a summary instead of thrust-by-thrust action. She might have a bigger place in my life later. Who knows?"

"Thank you," she said.

"You have a good life, Jenna."

Jenna dropped down and gave me a damn good blowjob and I did have sex with Kelly that evening.

Secondary characters!

Another month passed by and finally work had begun on the house. The construction crew was excavating the land between our houses so they could build a foundation that connected both houses. It was a slow process but I knew enough about building to realize this was the most important part even if it didn't look like much. Once they were done, the rest of the project would go relatively fast.

I never worried about the construction workers discovering my life. Machinery was noisy and drowned out the moans of Courtney, Cristina, Nicole, or whoever no matter how loud they were. The girls must have innately known that because they were the loudest I ever remembered.

"Could we pretend like it is the first time we did it?" Katie asked.

"Sure. Feeling nostalgic?"

"What does that mean?"

"You like remembering how things were in the past. It gives you a good feeling."

"Yeah," she said. "That's it."

"Any particular reason you're feeling that way?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to talk about it right now."

"Sure. Anytime you want to talk."

"Thanks."

"Do you want to wear my robe like you did that first night?"

"No. Can we start from the bedroom?"

Sounded good to me. We walked down the hallway.

"So you're not going to summer camp but are staying with me all week?" I said, recalling something I said that evening.