55: New Guy in Town

I woke up on my back with one arm around Whitney and the other around Rose. Somehow we'd all managed to get our shirts up under our armpits and I had four beautiful breasts pushed up against my skin. I knew it was early, but I heard someone stir and Rhonda smiled down at me. "So pretty," she mouthed at me and nudged my feet to get me to part my legs. Then she lay down between them with her cheek right against my hard cock. It was the exact same position Rose had been in a few months ago and that caused my cock to twitch. Rhonda managed to curl her arm onto my stomach and I was pretty sure she was touching both girls' breasts with that one outstretched hand. She sighed and her breathing evened out as she drifted back to sleep. I twitched a couple more times, but my eyes closed on me, too.

"How can you sleep when you're in this position?" Rhonda whispered.

"Why would I sleep in that position?" Rose responded.

"You did over spring break when we had our sleepover."

"Who said I slept?" Rose giggled. I felt both her head and Rhonda's bouncing with their laughter. "It was better with it in my hand, though."

"I didn't ask permission."

"Well I'm going to ask permission to kiss him and then you can ask permission to do that," Whitney whispered.

"You don't have to ask permission to kiss him," Rose said. "It's a new unwritten rule. If you sleep with him you can kiss him."

"I wish he'd write these down." A pair of soft lips covered mine and I welcomed the invasion of Whitney's tongue. Rose lay back and I fondled her breast while Whitney thoroughly searched my oral cavity. Eventually, Whitney settled back with a sigh and Rose found my lips. My hand found Whitney's breast.

"May I kiss you, Brian?" Rhonda asked.

"You heard the new rule," I laughed. "If you are sleeping with me, you can kiss me."

"I just wanted to be sure." With that, Rhonda lovingly kissed my cock. Yes, it was still in my pajamas, but it was Rhonda's mouth and my cock! I sat straight up, spilling Rose and Whitney out of my arms.

"Rhonda! You can't do that!" She looked up at me with innocence that was soon belied by her smile.

"You said."

"I meant up here. On my lips."

"Oh! Okay." She crawled up my body making sure that I was touched as much as possible by hers. We kissed and she pulled away. "I guess I do tease a little."

The four of us headed to the kitchen to start breakfast. Whitney grabbed my hand and dragged me outside.

"Those two can handle the kitchen this morning. The other five won't be up for an hour. You and I have to exercise."

"Exercise?"

"Get used to it, partner. We're going to be exercising every day before school. Mom will pick us up and take us to school an hour early. We'll be in the gym at six-thirty every morning doing our forms."

"What forms? Whitney, you are not making any sense at all."

"I'm only sharing this with you, Brian. I am a rock and you will be one, too."

"Whitney?"

"Martial arts and meditation. It will help us with our game and it will help you defend yourself. I've advanced four degrees this summer and I need to teach someone. You can follow what I do every morning. If we can find a dojo, we'll start lessons."

"What do martial arts and meditation have to do with basketball?"

"When I become a rock, no one—even the bigger guys—can move me out of the way. Here." She tossed me the basketball from its spot by the garage door. "Drive through me like you are going for the basket." We practiced this last spring. Most people will step out of the way or give enough for you to get by when you come at them hard. Whitney dropped to a defensive position waiting for me as I dribbled. I drove right then switched to the left side to dribble around her. Suddenly she was in front of me, just standing there. I bumped into her and picked myself up off the concrete. "When you are a rock, nothing can move you." Okay, maybe I should become a rock. I followed Whitney as she moved into different positions, naming each one. As soon as we were in position, she would say, "Deep breath and become a rock."

The first time I did it, she reached out and knocked me over.

"Not much of a rock."

"I was off balance."

"Rocks don't get off balance. They sit firmly anchored to the ground. Anchor yourself next time."

Forty minutes of this was enough to show me that I'd need forty minutes every day for the rest of my life if I was ever going to get any use from this. We went into the house and the other seven girls were all in the kitchen. Whitney went to get a shower and I just stood there looking at the girls. I had seventeen girlfriends. These eight were special.

When Whitney was out of the shower, I showered and barely got any food when I got back to the kitchen. Everything was cleaned up and put away.

"Horses!" Sam called happily. The girls all headed out the door and I trailed along behind. The scream from the barn brought me out of my reverie and I started to run. Jennifer and Courtney came bursting out the barn door.

"You have Jingo!" Oh. Thank God that was all. I'd completely forgotten to tell anyone that the dude ranch horse was now a resident. Apparently Rhonda and Sam had thought it funny to keep it a secret until they sent Jennifer and Courtney into the stall. Now I was being smothered in kisses, even though, technically, I didn't have anything to do with him being here.

The Labor Day swim did more to tell me what the coming year would be like than anything else. Aside from a few wistful moments spent thinking about the time three years ago when I sort of lost the world playing with Joanne, I was constantly engaged with my friends. Jennifer and Courtney had never been to our Labor Day outing and they loved the lake. I loved their almost nonexistent bikinis.

"It's really no fair that you don't go to school until tomorrow and we already started a week ago," Jen complained. "Do you know we had homework that we had to do in the car on the way up here? Mom said if it wasn't done by the time we got to your house, she'd just keep driving around until we finished. I hate geometry."

"I think I'd trade," I said. "You get out the first week in June. That's two weeks before we do."

"That's because they shortened all our breaks, too. Can you believe we have to go to school till Wednesday, Christmas week? Just because Christmas is on the weekend. But we still have to be back in school January third," Courtney joined.

"I still think it would be nice to get out earlier for the summer," Rhonda laughed as she crawled up on Courtney's back for a ride.

"Hey, girlfriend," Courtney said, grabbing Rhonda's legs and hugging them to her. "Don't forget, we get Brian for Prom this year."

"Ooo. Juniors," Rhonda laughed.

"Well, we kind of made such a big deal about Brian being our boyfriend this summer that we'd get laughed off the dance floor if we showed up without him. Besides, Rebecca seems to think that if she buddies up to us this year, she'll get to date Brian, too. He was so bad this summer!"

"I was just trying to be polite to your friends," I moaned.

"She was sure you were going to pound us both into the mattress when we got home and proceeded to take the credit for it," Jennifer laughed.

"Well, you have to admit..." My suggestive come-back was cut short when Whitney jumped on my back and ducked me. I came up spluttering.

"Now, what do we have to admit, boyfriend?" Sam asked when I got the water out of my eyes.

"Um ... that I love you each dearly and hope to live long enough to show you."

"Good answer," she said and started to kiss me. She jerked back. "Um ... may I kiss you, Brian?"

"Of course." She jumped up and wrapped her legs around both Whitney and me. I was in a very pleasant girl sandwich and tried to show my approval with my kiss.

"We need to extend Brian's unwritten rules," Rhonda said. I noticed she'd switched to Jennifer's back and Courtney was riding Donna. Liz was giving Rose a ride. We were all close together and even though it wasn't a big difference, it was obvious that these eight girls were staying close to me in the water. All the guys were giving girls rides and Doug had Rachel in front of him and Doreen on his back, but there wasn't a lot of playing with the other girls.

"Which rule?" Liz asked, bringing me back to my nearest girlfriends.

"Well, Brian said that if we were sleeping together we didn't have to ask permission to kiss."

"On the lips," Donna reminded her, smacking her sister's butt. Rhonda squealed and I heard Whitney moan in my ear. Oh shit!

"Yes. On the lips. He wasn't specific the first time. But I was being a bad girl and teasing. I'm sorry."

"So how do you want to expand the rules, sweetheart?" Rose asked.

"Well, I don't know if it should extend to everyone, but ... well, among us, I think we shouldn't have to ask permission for a friendly kiss or hug when it's appropriate. We have to figure out when it's appropriate and that might take some trial and error, but I think the current rule should allow us to give a blanket permission for something like that. Maybe with each of us."

"Jen and I kind of do that already," Courtney said. "I mean, we see each other a lot and we don't have the rest of you around. Even if we aren't sleeping together we can get permission for a little kiss with just a squeeze or a blink, you know?"

"What do you mean by a friendly kiss or hug?" Liz asked.

"I think she means that if I just want to jump on Brian in the Lake and give him a smooch because I love him, that's okay." Sam demonstrated the little kiss we'd just shared and I hugged her. "But if I want to ream his tonsils, I need to ask permission. May I demonstrate, Brian?"

"Yes?" I really was positive about this, it just didn't sound like it. Sam closed on my lips and tickled them open with her tongue. In a second, we were in a serious tongue-battle and I was losing my concentration on the discussion. I felt a lot of hands on my legs and they were suddenly pulled out from under me, plunging Whitney, Sam, and me under the water. We all came up spluttering and laughing.

"Firehose time," Donna suggested.

"I was just demonstrating," Sam laughed.

"We heard your demonstration outside the camper at the fair," Rose laughed.

"Oh, that was no demonstration," Sam sighed.

"All right," Rhonda said. "I think we can all tell the difference between a friendly kiss and a kiss with intent to have sex."

"Oh, god! Ronda, where's my innocent, shy little sister?" Donna said blushing.

"I'm right here, Love. But we kiss like that. I mean, kind of like Jennifer and Courtney when we greet each other. And we both know if we're going to do any more than that." It was the first time I'd ever actually heard Rhonda or Donna talk about kissing each other. I think we all knew, but there were a lot of sweet smiles as we looked at the two. As if to demonstrate their point, Donna swept her sister into a hug and gave her a little kiss.

"Do we have to extend that privilege to everyone in the group?" Rose asked. She looked at me meaningfully. "You might as well all know that I've decided not to really go out with any of the other guys this year. I'm not claiming Brian exclusively, but I just don't want to be in a dating situation with any of them."

"How about with me?" Donna asked. "Can I ask you out?" She moved over and stood in front of Rose. Rose hesitated a moment and then jumped up to wrap her legs around Donna's waist and give her a little kiss.

"I'd like that. In fact, since I know that Brian is going to be tied up dating all of you and not just me, I'd like to do more things with each of you. We can call them dates, and I give each of you the same hug and kiss permission."

"Does any of that include me?" a weak voice cut in. Oh shit! I had no idea when Cassie showed up. I know I didn't see her when we were all paired up on each other's backs. She is so ... invisible most of the time.

"Hi, Cassie," I said. "Can I have a hug?" I moved toward her and held out my arms.

"And a kiss," she whispered as I pulled her toward me. I did as she suggested.

"We didn't mean to leave you out."

"I know. It seems a little hard, though. Everybody is pairing up and I haven't even gone on a date yet."

"I don't think you can call us a pair," Liz laughed.

"And if Elaine wasn't down in Indianapolis, she'd be right in the middle of us, too," Rhonda added.

"Cass," I said, still holding her, "maybe because we have tried to be respectful of your wishes and ... your religion ... we come off as not being friendly. But we all like you and I'll never forget the treasure hunt you organized during hell week."

"I feel so far behind everybody sometimes. I mean, I know you aren't all doing sex stuff—at least not all the time—but until I turn sixteen, Dad won't let me go on a date."

"When do you turn sixteen, Cass?"

"January 27."

"Whatever Saturday night is that comes after that, may I have the privilege of taking you out on a real date?"

"Really? Would you?"

"Absolutely."

"Yes!" Everyone applauded.

"Uh ... as long as we're getting date reservations in and Jen and Court have already claimed Prom, may I have Brian for this year's Valentine's Day Dance?" Sam asked. I grinned at her. She blushed. Everyone nodded.

"I think I'm going to need a social calendar," I said. "Any other dates I should reserve?"

"Homecoming?" Rose said, raising her hand.

"May 19," Liz said. "I don't care what day of the week it is." Oh boy. Liz would turn sixteen on May 18. I had a little tremor about that and my cock twitched. That wasn't unnoticed by Cassie, who was still hugging me. Instead of pulling away, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist and put her head on my shoulder.

"This Friday. First football game of the season and the dance afterward," Rhonda said. "With us." She put her arm around Donna. "She gets to dance all the slow sticky ones with you." Everybody laughed. "And you can all come. It's an event after all. And you might even get a sticky dance with our boyfriend if she gets tired."

"Whitney? Isn't there a date you want?"

"I figure I'm going to be spending a lot of time with you practicing," she said. "I hope you'll take me out sometimes, too, but I don't need to reserve a time. Unless it's July Fourth. Did you guys know Brian kissed me on the Fourth of July and I saw fireworks in the sky?"

"Giddyap, horsey!" a voice yelled as a pint-sized girl grabbed my shoulders and hoisted herself onto my back.

"Hey! Who's calling me a horse?"

"Okay. You're really just a pony. Carry me."

"Shorty, you're the only person here I'd take that pony line from," I laughed. There was a whole new batch of kids at the lake this year and I could see how the cycle kind of shifted. Shorty was in eighth grade and came to the lake with Samantha's sister, Lexie. Sora's brother Monte, Carl's brother Rich, Rose's little brother Ross, and four more of their friends were swimming with us.

"My name's Judy. Watch who you're calling Shorty, shrimp. I've grown three inches."

"Oh, man! You must be five feet tall now."

"Not only that, I've got boobs. Look. They stick out and everything."

"Judy, you don't have to show them to me."

"I'm not going to uncover them or anything, but Lexie gave me one of her old bathing suits that doesn't fit her anymore and it isn't even too big on me."

"How's life treating you, Judy?" I asked. I helped her shift around to ride in front of me while I kicked us around in the water. Judy had been my friend back in 4H Foods a year ago. She was the smallest in her class, had no father, and her mother was gone a lot of the time. She didn't have much money and had to pretty much cook for herself.

"Well, I'm eating more than mac and cheese now. I had to stomp my foot and threaten to report Mom to the authorities, but she put a bunch of chicken in the freezer for me and let me pick out a bunch of my own groceries this week. I think the chicken is why my boobs grew. It's got hormones in it, you know?"

"I didn't know that. It's good to see you having fun with your friends." I'd noticed both Rich and Monte give me looks when Judy jumped on me and they'd surreptitiously moved a little closer.

"It's like having bodyguards," she laughed. "Hardly anyone picks on me and Monte always bikes home with me, even if he's doing something else after school."

"It's good to have a little protection when you're small," I said. "One thing I learned, though, Judy, is you can't just depend on them all the time. You've got to be able to take care of yourself, too. And even protect them when you have to."

"You should ask Arden Grossman if I can take care of myself," Judy laughed. "He stays as far away from me as possible. He made like he was going to be one of my friends and rode home with me one day. Then he tried to shove his way into my house. I kicked him so hard in the balls that he had to walk his bike home."