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C6 - Monday: This time its really fuckin Monday. Proper like/
{Earth and The Jaguar}
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In fifty years, on that burned spot, the trees will be back. And so will we.
We woke up at ten.
I should clarify. I, woke up at ten. Emily woke up about six, seven minutes later, gripping my hair and grinding her crotch in my face, shaking like an over loaded washing machine.
"Frack that tongue is good."
"It's all this pussy's doing. It's just so fucking tasty."
We showered without haste, and dried each other even slower. She put on one of my black, Harley muscle tees and a pair of nice fitting black pants. She would have been right at home, on a stage with Lita Ford.
'I went to a party, last Saturday night, I didn't get laid, I got in a fight… uh huh, it ain't no big thing.'
That shirt would never fit me quite right again. But It sacrificed itself for the better good. And was now an indelible fondness etched in my heart.
We took a quick ride, to a place William said was cozy. Ate. Took a less quick ride back. Then went to our room and crawled straight into bed.
We didn't get out from under the covers again, until episode twelve was rolling credits. We had a little catching up to do.
We stumbled on Mr. And Mrs. Hicks out by their garden, so we pulled weeds and discussed technology and life. They decided they'd bandy about the possibility of a web page, but right now, they were good.
Then we got a taste of the history between these two. The firsts they saw. The things they've lived through. The sacrifices they'd made and seen. His stints in WWII and a return as a DI after the Korean War. To get them through financials. It's funny, most of the, most endured love stories from history, are ended in tragedy. Or betrayal. Or both.
I'm glad I heard the one that these two were in.
Darren came walking by, half dazed, as was his usual look, since even before last night's debacle. So I called him over and teased him into getting his hands dirty. He took to it rather quick. It seemed more, memory recall, than first attempt. He was a lot more grounded when we were brushing the earth and the spice off our hands.
Granny Hicks treated us to some of the best homemade ice cream, I'd ever tasted. I know that's cliche. But let me ask you this, if at a later date, another ice cream will be presented, that's even better, does it make it any more cliche then? Does it make it less true now? By the look on my companions faces, it seemed to be the same experience for them too. There's really something different between mechanically mixed, and humanly fashioned, that changes the feel of the flavor. When someone does it with desire, it gives it, an ardor.
"Granny Mabe?"
"Yes?"
"Would y'all mind, if we used that fire pit out by the picnic area?"
"Not at all. If you promise, not to burn my house down."
"I'm not going for a homecoming bonfire, just something a little comfortable and warding."
"Feel free. There's wood behind your room a little further down. Bill can show ya where the sand and hose are."
"You guys are welcome to join us."
"That's kind of you to ask. And before you insist. It's Monday, phone calls with the grandkids, a nice quiet dinner and our favorite TV shows."
"That Sam Winchester really primes her wheel."
"But you're the one that grinds my grain."
"I definitely married the right sister, the younger ones a real shit brick."
"William Hicks. Quarter… Jar."
Emily laughed. Darren tried to hide it. I just shook my head, "Ahhh, to be old, and in whatever it is, you two are in."
Gramps, Gunny or Bill, as he insisted that we call him… "Grandpa Hicks makes me sound like a character in one of those Wilder novels." …helped us set up the fire. Then he left us, to our own devices. And went off to something… Supernatural?
*That was super horrible.*
'Well, you're a dick, you don't get puns.'
*Yes, yes I am. But you're wrong. I do get em. You just suck at em.*
Darren came walking up a few minutes later, with a tray full of pitchers. Filled with beer, soda, and a juice mix, along with a bottle of wine, and some glasses, in a plastic bag. There was three of us. Might be low on the juice. Ya can never be too prepared.
He set it all up on a stump and proceeded to play bartender.
"Emily?"
"Juice for me please."
"Joe?"
"Juice… Please."
(that little pause, after juice, that's how long it takes, for a mom to say, 'what do you say?'. I know, I timed it. it's called, checking yourself)
Just as he was handing us our drinks Pamela and Suzzanne came waltzing up.
"I've got beer, wine, OJ with cranberry, and Coke."
Suzeanne took a wine and sat on the log next to Em.
Pam grabbed a beer and sat down on my other side.
Darren poured himself a brew and plopped in next to Suzzanne.
"You know we shouldn't be doing this," She halfheartedly intoned, "If one of these kids is actually with home corp, we're fucked." She shook her head and tittered a fruitlessness, "This is so fucking stupid… Why am I fucking here?"
"About that. I don't know if I'm going to be with this company too much longer."
"What? Why not? What happened?"
"Nothing bad. I just realized, I'm just doing this job for the bank. I haven't really been happy since our second session and this is what? Twenty nine?."
"Twenty seven."
"Feels like fifty."
"I hear you... So? Why now?"
"Gardening."
"Gardening?"
"Gardening. Mud tosses. Life lessons. I used to help my mom out in hers. We'd laugh, talk about our day. She had me count the seeds to help me with my math. Then she got sick and we moved to the city and that stopped. Today I was reminded just how much I missed that. Miss her. It felt like she was just across the row. And I felt like I was, right where I need to be. For me. Maybe it's time I follow this feeling."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I might stay here. They offered me a place."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Mabel… Granny Hicks… The lady that owns this place… She saw me staring at the garden, while I was waiting for the drinks. She offered me an ear and I told her what I just told you, and more. A lot more. They're really good listeners up here. She told me that they were looking for someone to help William with the grounds-keeping. So, I think I might have to settle on being content, rather than being rich. I like this place, and the people. They're honest."
"Okay. I kinda get it. Good for you." she sighed.
She held her drink in both hands and watched the legs drip down the inside of her glass.
Pam cheered, "Olofi smiles on this day."
"He just might be at that," I returned.
She winked.
"Speaking of changes of the heart," my race partner continued, "I don't think I'll be heading back with you all either."
Then she bumped into me.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Introducing me to my dark prince."
"You're welcome?"
"He's going to Vermont, to pick up a couple of pups, with his sister. He gets back Friday night. This ends on Thursday. I have the keys, now I just need the ride. Luckily I don't have much, so a taxi will do."
"Hold on… first, I can get you a ride, not an issue. But more importantly. He gave you the keys?"
"Yes."
"To his house?"
"Yes."
"You're serious?"
"As a train wreck. We hit it off real well, and he had me work with Liffa and she took to me, so he asked me if I'd like to stay up here, with him."
"Your talking about the dog, not his sister, right?"
"Dummass."
I got up off my seat, got on my knees and genuflected.
"Oh queen of queens, who came on the rains, and with her beauty and might, tamed the proud, mighty jaguar."
I bowed. With a flourish, just to overact. Cause it's fun.
"I bow before thee. Oh lady of improbabilities."
She hid back a blush, with everything but her eyes. She bore a presence into me.
"Are you always like this?"
"Me?"
"Yes you."
"Yes."
"Thank you then, I guess."
"That was me, Thanking you."
The coloring won out, all across her face.
A shadow moved against the light of the rooms behind us, pulling our attention. A friendly visage, in white cloth on amber skin, with these, big, dark, cow eyes. She walked up from the kitchen side of the lodge. Bearing gifts. Most wondrous gifts. Coffee, chunks of meat on a stick, that she arranged by the fire, and fry bread, with a bowl of honey.
Darren introduced her as Marisol. She was, what they used to refer to as, a spitfire. She laughed a lot, she joked hard. Her smile was probably listed with the CDC. She was a splendid mix of American genetics. There was some Asian, some African, some Iroquois, and some Welch. You could say, she was the ultimate, All American girl. Shy two or three continents. She pulled the skewers from the heat and made an offering, to all. We accepted, happily. Gratefully. She sat next to Darren, in a familiar proximity.
The meat, just melted on your tongue. The onion was sweet. The green pepper bit you back with bitter teeth. The cherry tomatoes rinsed your pallet, in a tangy rush of juicy pulp, readying you for the next wave of,
"Mmmmm."
"Mmhmm."
"What is this? It's so fucking, meaty." Pam drooled.
"I think it's bear." I'd had it before, not my favorite, but it is up there.
"Good call. One of our neighbors up the road shot him when he was going after his chickens. Then he divvied up the spoils. And we're on his list." Marisol gleamed.
Everyone went quiet in sweet honey dipped nirvana. There's just something about a good fry bread that gives me pause. Not the the frybread you get at the busy time of powwows, the ones you get after, when the clean ups done and the elders are cooking.
Marisol and Darren started speaking in whispers. While the rest of us devoured our tasty, greasy treats. Suddenly, she smiled real bright, kissed his cheek and stood up. He took the hand she offered and followed. They said their good nights and walked off hand in hand.
"Contentment before riches." I imbued.
Suzzanne grunted, and groaned, "This is not going to look good on my report."
Em, Pam and I all gave her a, "Why?" Two with words, one with a look.
"Because, I lost a potential AND a partner, and we're not even half way through this fiasco. Why are adults so much worse than kids?"
Pamela laughed, "Isn't that what your supposed to do on these things? Weed out the fodder?"
"I guess. I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing on these things anymore, if I ever did. But losing an employee of, Our Company, I don't think is a part of it."
"So? Maybe it should be. If you write your end report the right way, you might come out with a new position."
"What if I don't really want a new position? What if I don't know, if I even want to continue with the position I have?"
"Go talk to Carol, my roommate, she's really, really good at wording things, and working things out. She'll help you."
"I'll ask her tomorrow."
"She's still up, will be for hours. She loves to help people sort out their stuff. And I think she'll be pleasantly surprised. To see you at the door. With something she can help you with."
"You think so?"
"I know so. She's a great people problemer. Tell her I sent you as a gift. Bring her this puzzle. Go ahead. She loves a little word play challenge. Here, you can bring her a Snickers. She'll be at your beck and call."
"Maybe, what the hell. Thanks. Goodnight All. And you two still need to collect on that dinner."
"How about breakfast one morning, instead?"
"Sure."
"Only if you join us." Emily added.
She hesitated, but agreed, and off she went, in her typical hurried, if somewhat less serious, step.
Pamela was happy with herself. Proudly amused would be more accurate. Like she was both halves of an inside joke.
"I don't know what Carol sees in that one. She's, just so fucking, stiff."
"Did you say, bring her knickers?"
"Ha, ha, no. That's funny though, that would work, for that one, too."
"So Carol's a sapph?"
"Totally. And she gets wet just at the mention of that girls name."
"She won't get mad at you if Suzzanne doesn't feel the same?" Em inquired.
"Oh hell no. She'll be happy. Just to have had her alone, for finger fodder later. Just one whiff of her hair and she'll be primed for a night. Or two… CRAP. I just realized. If they hit it off, I need to find other sleeping arrangements. Grrrr. Fuck meee… Sometimes I'm too much of a smart ass for my own good. Karma is a bitch."
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"Been there done that. And YES, she is." I laughed.
I felt a bump, and turned to see two big brown eyes questioning mine, with a sparkle. I just sure'd my head in Pam's direction, and leaned back.
Em, leaned passed me, and looked at the room-less girl, with the 'I just fucked myself, but it's so worth it' smile, and offered, "You could stay in our room, if you'd like."
"Really? And I won't be interrupting any, festivities?"
Why she looked at me for the answer, I haven't a clue. "Nope, but we'll try to be quiet and covered. Unless you want to watch… That's two."
"I'll make that feel better later, too."
"You're going to be busy for a week at this rate. The triage alone may take hours."
"Mmmhmm."
I couldn't help but kiss her head, she's just too cute when she's mischievous.
"So how will you know if they're… occupied?"
"The old sock on a knob. In this case it'll be a yellow hair bow. But I'll listen for a minute, just to be sure."
"Joe."
"Em."
"I just remembered, we don't have an extra bed anymore."
"Hah. I heard you guys had a shiny metal roommate"
"Why does that not surprise me. That's, notta problem. I'm pretty sure we can wrangle a cot, or we can get the old bed back."
"Thanks guys."
"No worries."
"Mmmhmm."
We stayed around the fire until it was embers. About an hour by a fire is like three days of meditation. So we had a good four or five days of relaxation in the bones. I got the hose from the spigot and drowned down the coals. Emily and Pam were chatting away. Pam reached up and inspected Emily's hair, and the dark haired girl blushed, at whatever the light strawberry blond had said. They traded laughs and sorority. The dark haired girl, whispered, waited and smiled, and you couldn't tell anymore, where the strawberry blonde's hair ended and her face began.
When I was sure I had drowned out the fire completely, I grabbed three sand buckets and covered the mush. The three of us picked up the mess and walked arm in arm to the front desk.
"I really do thank you for introducing me to Nimbuwe."
"You guys introduced yourselves, I just got the names out of the way. Actually, you can blame Big for that, he's the one that got him here. I can't believe he invited you home. He's a very, very, very, wary man."
"We barely had any of the wine, so I can't blame that. We just seemed to… magnetize? On some level, but it was like we didn't have to?"
"Good. Just make sure the gears stay oiled."
"Oh my gears get oiled just looking at the man."
"Ha ha." in tandem.
"Oh shit. I didn't mean that the way it sounded."
"Yeah, Yeah."
"I didn't, I mean… Alright, that gets me started, but it's his voice that makes me wet."
The kid at the front desk looked like a deer in headlights, "What can I do for you." But he maintained a professionalism, quite well.
"Be right back, don't start without me." Pamela took off to see if Carol had scored. With a big cheeky grin, she skipped away.
"We might need a cot. Her room might need one less occupant tonight."
He caught the gist, but not the situation, "What room do you need the cot for?"
"Eleven. I'm Joe by the way, this is Em, and that was Pam"
"Steve… Room eleven? That has a single and a double, why don't the girls just crash… oh… wait, you're the ones with the motorcycle. I took the single out for ya."
"Yep."
"Pretty ride. I saw her over by the door."
"She is, but she's not mine. She's the Quest."
"I'm thinking of getting one, any suggestions."
"For riding around here?"
"Yeah."
"A sporty if you can, but then again I'm prejudiced. Get something simple, get a Honda or anything good on the turns. It all really depends on your comfort and needs. If you want to lean forward or lay back. Speed or comfort? Test drive em."
"I've never ridden before."
"Then get yourself a sporty, It's what I learned on. They're pretty forgiving as long as you don't get too far ahead of yourself. They're a harder bike to stand up in their weight range. But that just gives you incentive, to keep her shiny side up."
Pamela bounced up to the counter, looking like the cat that ate the canary.
"Yellow bow?" Emily asked.
"Nope. Some undies too tiny to be Carol's."
Steve tried pretending to ignore that, but the blood in his cheeks gave him away, "Soooooo a cot then?" But I couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or holding back a laugh. There was the hint of tears, so, I'm going with laughter.
"Looks like it."
"Okay. I'll meet you there."
When we turned the corner, to go down the hallway, the office door opened and out came a wheeled, fold up, with a mattress.
I got chills.
Pam got something else entirely, "Oh thank God, it's not an army cot"
"Nope," Steve said, "These are actually pretty comfortable. They do squeak a little, if you toss and turn though, but it's not bad. I could get you an army…"
"NO. This will do nicely thank you."
We put the cot in our room and Steve kept eyeing the sporty. So I told him to have a seat and see how it felt. I even held the back, so he could test the balance and the feel of it with his feet on the pegs. He was like a kid on one of those quarter pony ride machines. Taz would do the same, and it was part of the extras line. My task in this quest was almost complete and I could bring her back knowing I got the Bonus EXP. I was waiting to hear a vroom vroom but he held back. Cost me the Extra Bonus EXP. But he left happy.
Pam went to the bathroom to change. Stopped by the door and her arms drooped.
"I've got nothing to wear. All my clothes, are in my room."
"That blue shirt is clean if you want it."
She grabbed the flannel from my stack, and fidgetted through my jeans looking not too happy with the selection.
"Big suitcase, on top," Emily offered, "They're all clean."
"Thanks. Hmm. Ooh! These match," the redhead announced, pulling a pair of pajama pants from Em's luggage, "Nice. Thank you… Thank you."
"No worries."
"Mmhmmm."
By the time she got back Em and I were under the covers, our clothes in a pile by the side of the bed. I had my laptop out, thinking we'd watch an episode or two. Until Pam crashed. Or, what inevitably was going to happen, sleep fell upon us all.
She came into the room doing a little bouncy jig, snuggling the borrowed clothes. The shirt, unbuttoned, tied just under her boobs.
"You good?"
"Soft and toasty. Thanks." She settled into the cot and wiggled. "Hmm. This might be one of the more comfortable things I've crashed on. I might have to steal it for the rest of the week. What are you guys watching?"
"Firefly." Em answered.
"What's that?"
"A space western."
"A what?"
"Probably one of the most accurate portrayals, of humans in space. So far."
"Can I watch with you?"
I looked at Em, she cracked a smile and nodded, and pointed at the computer with her chin.
"If you want we can start episode one. The episode that should have been first anyway."
"You wouldn't mind?"
"It's a Browncoat's Quest to recruit new troops." Emily replied. Then she got all giddy and quick pecked me on the cheek.
Pam crossed the room and started pulling up the covers. "We're nude." I warned.
"I'm dressed." She laughed and crawled in next to me.
We watched the first episode over again. Reciting our favorite lines, again. Pam was thoroughly amused. By the two of us and the show. She was upset when we didn't start episode two. That is, until I told her, that the Nightmare had the collection, and would be more than happy to continue her basic training. She seemed quite pleased with that prospect.
(Quest complete. Convert Acquired. Both Joe and Em share the points.)
Pam said she saw me outside taking pictures, and asked if she could see them. I flipped through some landscapes and the star shots. She critiqued a couple, in a negative light. On this one in particular, she was kind of brutal. I didn't blame her. It was an attempt that failed. Horribly. I didn't know half the art school terminology shit she threw around. All I knew was that it sucked, and she thought so too.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings"
"You didn't. That was actually tame compared to what came out of my mind. I could actually add to that. A shit ton. I love constructive criticism. Even just downright rude comments. Most of which are my own. If you can explain why, and aren't just being a dick, I'm fine. And, if you're just being a dick, I see were it's coming from and take it as a compliment. Everybody has their own taste. And if I can learn your taste and show you one you like, or even better, connect with, well that's the satisfactory conclusion."
"I've already seen some I like."
"Thanks. But none of them really moved you. And the ones that were the worst according to your taste. Maybe even both of ours, technically or artistically. Well they're the ones, if you can tell me why, then I can head that way. And if it still doesn't tickle your fancy and you can further me along and tweak me in the right direction, I'll tweak until I get there. It's the journey AND the destination. Don't let anybody tell you it's one or the other."
"Nobody's convinced me yet."
"I didn't think it was either of them. Until I was standing nude in an ice cold pond and loving it." Em happily pondered.
"What do you think now?"
"I can see the way and I can see where I want to be. I mean I've always seen where I want to be, but now I think it really is where I want to be. Alive, happy and living, out side my wheelhouse," I felt a bump, "whether I'm alone, or among others. What did Darren say? Contentment before riches?"
"Summarily."
I whispered a question in Emily's ear.
She just nodded.
"You Sure?"
"Mmmhmm," she kissed my cheek.
I scrolled through the more celestial photos. There were a couple she liked, one she really liked, but nothing 'jumped her', as she put it. I clicked to the pics of Emily on the rock.
Her shirt was undone. Eye's closed. Touching the air, like she was touching a line of code on her laptop. She had Gotya smile. Pam was silent. I looked at Emily. She was watching the screen and Pam's face. Then I clicked on one, a few later in the order. My second favorite.
Em was completely nude. Not the borderline naked, comfortable to some degree, she was in the few before. No. This was something much different.
She was not on full tip toe, just about halfway there. Inspecting a flower, on a branch, about two feet over her head. Pulling the limb down til it almost touched her nose. Giving it a smell. You could see the fragrance filling her eyes. She looked, like she belonged, just like that, forever. She was home. And her home was herself and everything around her.
"That's beautiful. The way you captured the shadows like they were bred into her skin. The way her face is…" there was a long pause, "Em!"
Emily buried her head into me.
"Wow! Joe…"
"By throwing enough rocks, even a monkey can write a poem. That's all her. I'm just the lucky bastard that bore witness and clicked."
I felt a cool trickle make its way down my side.
I scrolled through a few more. Then I got to the ones of Emily sleeping.
"Mmmmm. I'm beginning to see what Carol is liking."
"You mean licking."
"Yeah. That too… Hopefully… For her. I'm going to bed now." And she got up and went to her cot and just sat there. Propped up on her elbows looking out our window.
"You know you can adjust that thing like a lounge chair."
"Really?" She turned and looked at the side of the cot, caught the idea of it and locked both sides, and herself, into a semi upright position. "Oh. This is... Hmmm."
"You're going to fodder aren't you."
"Fuck yes, and on Friday night I'm going to fodder the shit out of that friend of yours."
"Have fun. Try and keep the noise to a minimum, will ya. The neighbors are light sleepers."
I brushed back Emily's hair. My chest was as wet as her cheek. She pulled herself up and softly spoke, "I want you inside me."
"I picked up some condoms."
"I can't get pregnant and don't say your sorry, cause your not, and you shouldn't be. I just want you inside me. I know you're hard. I can feel him in my palm."
"You're better down there?"
"It's still itchy and you promised you'd get in there and scratch it. And I know he wants to help."
"Okay. But, only if we do it the way I wanted to on Saturday."
"Mmhm."
"You remember what to do if you got nervous?"
"On the bike?"
"Yeah."
"Mmmhmm."
"Then. Slip into your seat. And take your time this time. I can last a while, don't worry about me. Be devious."
She straddled over me and just touched her lips to mine. She teased the hell out of herself. And me. I took in her grace and grit it all down.
She palmed me, and pushed my shaft against her sex, closed her eyes and felt herself along. She smoothed her way to my balls then slowly back up again. Smiling. Getting wetter every pass.
A moan beckoned to us, from across the room. Light strands of rusty gold, curved over a shoulder and between her cleavage. Pam had one hand down her pants, her other was cupping a breast under her shirt. She caught me looking.
And the bitch gave me a wink.
Emily turned to see what I was looking at and smiled. Pam returned the expression with a lustful leer. Then she got a little verbally thoughtful.
"I left that Heavens Gate meeting, on Saturday, a couple minutes early. Wondering why I was here. People started marching out. Every one of them, drunk on the kool aid. And then I saw you two. Stone cold sober. Half in this world, half in your own." Her eyes grew wide. Her hand pressed deeper between her thighs. "As you walked by, both your worlds pulled me in. I watched you guys walk down the hall, laughing, kissing by your door. I couldn't turn my eyes away. I wanted to sneak up to your window and watch."
Pam had her pants almost all the way down. She got frustrated when the hem bound on her ankle, and started kicking her feet to try and get them off. It was… sexy? in a comical way. Emily chortled and took me in, unexpectedly, just about an inch. She gasped, and pulled off.
"Still sore?"
"Not there. Definitely, not there. I just want to explore."
"It's your expedition. Lead on! Ma'am."
She pulled me up and scooted me back to the wall. Then threw two pillows to the corner of the bed, inviting the masturbating girl, on the cot, to come over. That one, didn't need to be asked twice. She practically bounded to the bed, propped the pillows up and settled in against the footboard. Emily turned and watched me watching. She kissed my temple, and turned back to the view of the splayed out voyeur. Pressing an ear to mine. Pam was just staring into our eyes. Grinding her hand against her crotch. Emily pressed her nose to my ear and started teasing again.
Pam had the shroud of someone who was engrossed in a thought. A thought too deep to be soley animal in nature. There was something she needed to know, or get out. I couldn't quite tell.
I felt the head pop passed Emily's entrance. Then out, and back in again. I turned to her and got lost in her countenance. Her eyes closed, every time I was released and her muscles tensed shut, grazing across my crown. They widened, as she pushed and tempted herself open. Even more when she saw mine smiling back at her. Her head rolled back when she constricted beyond my ridge, clamping tightly around my shaft, gliding herself a little further down.
Pam's thoughts finally took shape and came out sounding, something like, "Mmmmmmmm. I had that… This morning. I'd love that. Tonight."
She noticed her wording was a tiny bit, off?
"Not yours though! No offense."
"None taken."
"I meant I… felt like both of you... look, like you feel right now… Myself… Us…."
Emily slid inching her way down, slowly, back up, back down, a little bit further with each set. Feeling out the moment. And then she stopped, her eyes scrunched tight, a relieved, almost satisfied, smile beemed toward the ceiling, "Ahhh yes there's the spot. That itchy, itchy spot."
"...physically…"
"Oh yes right there, to the right, just a bit, ooongh… Aahhhhh."
I worked into her with slow movements, changing my angle. Right, left, up and back. Scratching at the place that once bled.
"A little more left, oh yeah mmmmhhhmmm. Oh that, that, that, yes, Mmmmm," she teethed at my ear, "You are so frelling good for me." The blanket drifted down her back. She threw it to the side.
"... and hmmmm emotionally. besides I DON"T… think he'd mind… especially since he's… in my mind. With me."
"He won't. Especially if you tell him…" Emily sank down taking the rest of me in with one slow, hungry, swallow. Her whole weight pressed into me, "…oh fuck, Em…"
"Mmmhmmmmm."
Her tongue took the rest of my speech. Then her teeth found their way to the muscle behind my jaw.
"…Trust me, just tell him, and show him… mmmm… Preferably at the same, tiiime."
"Oh that sounds… yes…"
All our words gave way to passionate sounds and more primal callings. My beautiful geek rose up and fell on me, staring into my eyes, getting close so she could, focus. Her glasses on her head, holding her hair out of her face. Eyes filled, with passion and wonder.
We both turned towards a trumpeted, "I'm."
Pam's shirt had fallen. Down around her elbows. Her left hand was holding an exposed breast in a very ardent grip. Her moans picked up speed. The fingers on her right hand slipped between her lips with vigor. Steady and passionate. Their counterparts pinched at her nipple with ambition. Her back tightened and lifted off the bed. She grabbed a pillow and stuffed it in her mouth and shook. Her forehead went crimson. Then her face followed.
Emily put her forehead to mine and purr-growled as she ground into me. Pam went stiff and froze. Her legs straightened, and her foot pressed hard into my ankle, twitching. I took one of Em's nipples in my teeth and teased it with my tongue with a flick.
She bit into my ear, "I'mmhmm."
I rolled her onto her back and pulled her up.
Her legs and arms pulled me in, crushing me down in to her. She rocked with my tempo. When her fingernails found purchase and her mouth found mine, she shuddered. Pam's toes traced down the back of my foot. I felt fingers, dig into a whole bunch of buttons with just the right pressure. I jerked, and my seed flowed into Emily, as her orgasm flowed around mine. She held me inside her, kissing me softly and slowly.
I could feel her heartbeat, pounding around mine, inside her. Every pulse, a tingling on all of our nerves. We trembled together. Her glasses were cocked on her head. I took them off, and laid them on the stand, and just stared. Her body relented and unwillingly released me. I rolled onto my back. She washed her body over me and brushed my face with the back of her fingers.
Muffled words caused us to turn and look at our voyeuristic guest.
"What?" we laughed.
Pamela was laying comfortably on her side, half propped up on one elbow. Both her feet were wiggling toes, between Emily's and mine. She lifted up her chin, pushed the pillow to her chest and smiled.
"That was fucking hot. Between the sights, the sounds, the scent, and the memory of this morning, hmmmm."
"Just remember to share it with Nim."
"Oh. I plan on it. You don't think he'd maybe like to watch too, do you?"
"Oh. I know he would. If it was you and another chick, definitely. If it was you and him watching two girls, no doubt. But a guy and a girl? I don't know."
"What about you two?"
"Possibly. Maybe, in separate beds. Under the covers. With the lights low. Real low. Off preferably. Neither of us likes the look of guy parts. And we played roller hockey together. I've seen him nude, it's not a pretty sight."
"Hey! He's beautiful."
"In your eyes. Yes. Don't get me wrong, it's not his scars. Despite or because of them all, he is a handsome-ish dude. Prettier than me. But he's got an, Ugly. Fucking. Dick. There's no way, I'd enjoy seeing that aardvark's snout bouncing around, anywhere. Not even, in and out of you."
"Hmm, I guess I get that." There was a contemplative pause and a change in her aura, "You know, It's funny… I've been with a couple more guys than I care to admit. Not that many, but enough. And I just realized right now, the only two dicks I could identify soft, are yours and that beautiful man's. I also realized, all my sex life has ever been. Is, he's hard, he's in, he's done, he's off, he's gone… Until the other night. And now, that I've actually seen two of them soft, looking at you, and how he is when he's soft, it's surprising that you're both about the same size when your hard… How's that work?"
"He's a shower, I'm a grower."
"Yeah you are. If he grew like you do, proportionally, I think you'd be visiting me in the hospital right now."
Emily chuckled, made herself more comfortable against me and kissed the muscle she tenderized with her teeth. The one right behind the jaw under the ear.
"I think it's cute. The first time I felt it hard, it kinda, scared me. The only thing I ever had in me was two fingers, and that's a lot more, than two fingers. I know that they're made to go in there, but still… I love, the way it grows. It's like, Jack and the Beanstalk. Literally. It's stimulating to watch happen."
"She likes it, I'm happy. She's the only person it needs to please, besides me, and it's always done me, just fine in that department."
Pam locked the toes of her left foot in mine and took Emily's with her right. She stretched and yawned. A shiver rippled through her. She rolled her head into a pillow, "Mmmm, You guys don't mind if I just, pass out right here, do you?"
"You're just gonna lay down there? Like a well trained pooch."
"I don't have the energy to go back all the way, over there. As much as I'd love to." She rolled her head off the bed and stared upside down at the cot. "I am definitely going to see if I can get that thing in my room tomorrow. It's cuddly, seriously, best thing I've ever laid on. Well, second best thing I ever laid on, best bed, let's call it that."
Emily nudged me and slid closer to the wall. I slid next to her and adjusted the blankets. Pam slinked up to our invitation, twisted and settled in beside us. She wiggled a spot and tucked us all in.
"And suppose Suzie decides to sleep over again?"
"Mmmm, Maybe they'll let me watch, Maybe they'd let me join em. Could be nice."
"Thinking of exploring your wild side are you?"
"Maybe. If they're as sensual and sexy as this one over here, then hell yeah," she reached over me and stroked Emily's arm. "Or, maybe we could explore together?"
Emily took her hand in hers and locked fingers, "I might, like that."
Pam pushed her head into my shoulder. Her hand was holding Emily's, like a sisters, across my stomach, "I think I would tooooayyuhmmm."
Pam's breathing shallowed and Em's was quick to follow. It had been a long, fucking weird day after all. So it wasn't any wonder that the culmination of the acts we had just performed, mixed in with the coziness of our current situation, would prompt us all to slip into something, refreshing.
It was a sleep, very well earned. In a bed both lovingly and rather chaotically made.