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ASL2: Chapter 20 "On Hold"
🕑 Added 2021-10-11 15:00:07 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 20: On Hold --
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-- WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 2008 --
“You’re daydreaming again.”
June didn’t immediately respond to my comment. Her head remained in a fixed position, her entire body as still as a department store mannequin.
I rolled my chair over, but just before I kicked hers, without turning around she stated in a monotone voice, “I am NOT daydreaming.”
I immediately froze, my foot a few inches away from her chair, and then set it back down on the floor. “You’re not working, either.”
“You have no idea whether or not I’m working,” she grumped without looking back at me. “For all you know, I could be concentrated on my analysis and you just ruined my train of thought.”
“No, I can tell,” I contradicted. “When you’re thinking about the project, you bite your lower lip a lot when something doesn’t quite add up, or you nod your head slowly when you know you’re on the right track, and you audibly sigh in frustration when you’re not. When you get all stiff like this, you’re clearly trying to bottle up your thoughts and emotions, which leads me to believe you’re thinking about Eve again.”
June’s shoulders slumped as she let out a long exhalation, and only then did she rotate her chair around to face me with a glum look on her face.
“C’mon, it’s been a week already since we visited Brandi. You’ve had plenty of time to weigh her feedback and your own thoughts on the matter. A week ago you seemed all excited and ready to seduce her. The next morning you woke up with cold feet over not knowing how to start. But hasn’t it been enough time to figure out how you want to approach her? Or at the very least come to a decision one way or the other?”
Shaking her head slowly, June closed her eyes, planted her elbow on her armrest, and set her forehead down on her open palm. Exhaling slowly, she replied simply, “No.”
“You don’t have a moral conflict with sibling-incest.”
“No.”
“You understand and accept that if you go this route you’ll have to keep it a secret from the world at large.”
“Yes.”
“You’ve confirmed to your satisfaction that Eve’s curious about and would welcome having sex with you.”
“Yes.”
I paused and gave her a look. “I fail to see why you’re still hung up on this.”
“It’s not that simple.”
I chuckled. “Your line is: ‘It’s complicated.’”
June rolled her eyes and half-rotated her chair away from me.
“You’re too stressed out to think straight right now. Maybe a brainstorming session?”
“No, no…” June waved me off.
“You’ll feel better afterwards.”
June arched an eyebrow at me and stated matter-of-factly, “If you need a brainstorming session, I’ll bend over and let you plug it into me.”
“How irresistibly sexy,” I drawled with obvious sarcasm.
“I was being serious.”
I shook my head. “I get laid plenty enough that I don’t need a pity fuck. Especially when you’re not even remotely horny.”
“No, seriously.” June sat up and cocked her head to the side. With unmasked sincerity, she explained, “You’re always so supportive of me, always trying to help, always looking out for my best interests. Even now you’re doing what you can to talk to me and help me sort this out. You protect me from the world and I can’t imagine a life without you looking after me.”
I furrowed my eyebrows. “It’s not like I want to look after you forever. I’m sure you’d do perfectly fine on your own.”
“IF I get to that point, it will be because of what you’ve shown me.”
“I think Kim deserves more credit than me.”
June shook her head. “Kim has been wonderful, and I’m quite grateful to her as well. But you have been the driving force in my… growth… I owe you so much and yet I feel like I offer you so little in return. What you receive back from me isn’t remotely sufficient to what you give.”
I blinked and frowned. “Our relationship isn’t a pair of accounting columns that need to be balanced. You certainly do more of the grunt work for our job than I do.”
June shook her head. “Our project partnership is balanced. I may do more of the ‘grunt work’ because I’m simply faster than you, but you take on the lion’s share of the technical writing and presentation. Our interpersonal life, on the other hand--”
“I’m perfectly happy with the state of our interpersonal life,” I cut her off. “I rather enjoy looking after you. Call it my big brother personality.”
June’s eyes flashed. “I do like the thought of you as my big brother,” she purred.
I chuckled. “Reminds me of when Rania said I was super-protective of you.”
June sighed. “You may feel our relationship is fine the way it is, but I still feel like I don’t contribute to you in equal measure for what you provide me. So I’m totally serious. If you’re ever horny and just need to plug yourself into me to feel better, I’d be happy to do that for you. Just say the word.”
I held a hand up to forestall that line of thinking. “While I appreciate the offer, that’s never happening. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it, alright?”
June waggled her head. “I suppose that makes sense.”
“You got me off-topic. We were supposed to be discussing you and Eve.”
June shook her head. “That’s not happening either, not yet at least. Getting off-topic cleared my head up enough for me to make that decision. There’s just too much going on right now. We’ve only got two days left to wrap up 4D. And as much as I might want to give in to my naughty urge to have illicit, incestuous sex with my little sister, now’s not the time. Maybe after I get back from Hong Kong and Eve and I go home for Thanksgiving, we can sit down and talk about this stuff together. We can figure it out then.”
I arched an eyebrow. “So your first time with her maybe won’t include me?”
June smirked. “Would you be disappointed? I still haven’t made up my mind if I want to LET you have my little sister.”
“Well you WERE just saying our relationship isn’t balanced and--”
“BEN!” June exclaimed. “My little sister is NOT a commodity to be--”
“Relax, relax, I was joking,” I cut her off with a laugh.
“No you weren’t.”
“I admittedly think Eve is super-hot and sexy and the thought of having you both together at the same time is a fantasy I’ve harbored for a while now,” I explained. “But no, I never meant to actually suggest you trade me your little sister as a way of balancing the books.”
June pursed her lips. “Well letting you tap her virgin asshole would carry great value, wouldn’t it? Go a long way towards making up the debt I owe you.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Didn’t you just say your little sister is not a commodity to be--”
“Relax, relax, I was joking,” June cut me off, laughing all the while.
I narrowed my eyes but held off from saying, ‘No you weren’t.’
June took a deep breath and stated seriously, “I don’t know when… or if… Eve and I might take that next step. While I don’t have any further moral conflicts about it, and I know there’s interest on both sides, I’m still not convinced it’s the right thing to do for our relationship with each other. We’re NOT friends. Sex changes people, and I can’t be sure sex would change us for the better. Regardless, there’s no way we’re having sex with each other in our parents’ house, so you don’t have to worry about us hooking up while you’re gone.”
“The only thing I’m worried about in this situation is your emotional wellbeing.”
“Thank you for that. But right now, to maintain my emotional wellbeing all I really want is to get through 4D in one piece. I can’t focus on anything else but the project, not even Eve. It’s just… It’s too much, you know? I don’t like admitting I can’t handle something, but I can’t handle it. This thing with Eve… I’ve got to put her aside for now. I’ve got to put my issues with her on hold, at least until we’re done with 4D.”
“That makes sense.”
June nodded and gave me a weary smile. “In the meantime, you’ll have to settle for me fucking Eden as a proxy and then having us together every other night the way we’ve been doing. It’s been quite the stress relief, and she’s delicious.”
I chuckled, thinking of how last night we’d reenacted me blasting Eden’s butthole with another boatload of forbidden brother baby batter so June could slurp out the creampie and snowball it back to her ‘Mei Mei’. The three of us had hooked up like that three times already in the past week. And while staring off into space reliving some of the highlights, I started getting hard in my slacks.
“Hey Ben?”
I refocused my eyes to find that June was panting softly as she stared down at my bulge, and I asked distractedly, “Hmm?”
“Lock the door and close the blinds. I changed my mind about the brainstorming session.”
****
Dawn picked up on the second ring. “Babe, seriously. It’s almost TEN o’clock. Are you just now heading home? BJ went to sleep hours ago. Maybe you should just sleep at the office.”
“Maybe you should start sleeping at my place!” a familiar voice called from the background.
“Was that Adrienne?” I asked.
“Yep. She’s hanging out with us girls tonight, although I’m sure she would’ve rather spent the last couple of hours in your bedroom.”
“She’s totally right!” Adrienne hollered dimly.
“I’m a little surprised YOU haven’t spent the last couple of hours with her in your bedroom.”
“Who says I didn’t? Those massive, luscious melons of hers really are so irresistible,” Dawn giggled. The sound of multiple girls’ laughter rang in the background.
“You girls are drinking again.”
“When do we not? It’s just a little wine.”
“Well I’m glad ONE of us is having a good time.”
“Aww, poor baby. At least 4D is almost over, right?”
“Almost.”
“Just think: A week from today the six of us will be together in Bora Bora making all your stress melt away.”
I frowned. “Six?”
“Did I say six? Sorry, lost my head there for a moment. Started fantasizing about bringing Summer along with us. I’m pretty sure Adrienne wouldn’t mind. Said she’s been dying to get into that girl’s panties since high school.”
I sighed. “We’ve been over this. And I’m still not sure how your math adds up.”
“You shoulda been here, babe. You, me, Adrienne, Summer… crawling all over each other’s body shoving nipples into your mouth and parking your prick between our supple breasts. Instead it was just the three of us… and it was spectacular.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay I think the whole ‘spectacular’ tease is officially overdone. And didn’t you say you had a project meeting?”
“Okay, okay you caught me. We didn’t actually do anything like that tonight,” Dawn admitted. “Honestly, Adrienne would rather not have a lesbian hookup without Sasha.”
“Didn’t you just say Adrienne had been dying to get into Summer’s panties since high school?”
“I dunno, don’t ask me. It’s sweet, really, when you think about it. But that doesn’t hold true for her and you.”
“Seriously, I am TIRED.”
“Aww, you can’t hold out on Adrienne again. She needs this, babe. She needs you. She said you haven’t had a nooner for weeks already.”
I sighed. “We’ve been busy at work.”
“I get it. She gets it. Hence the reason she’s come over here. Don’t let her down.”
“Don’t let me down, Tiger!” Adrienne hollered in the background.
“Alright, alright. I’m coming home.”
“See you soon.”
****
“He’s here!” Adrienne’s voice cheered even before I got the door all the way open. I smiled wearily, turned my head towards the sound of my ex-fiancée’s voice…
… and abruptly stopped in my tracks.
June actually bumped into me from behind, I’d stopped so abruptly. I got jerked forward a little off-balance, which re-started my stalled motor and I walked into the room the rest of the way. Adrienne, Dawn, and even Kim all snickered from their spots on the couch and armchair, but my eyes were riveted to the fourth woman in the room.
More specifically, I was riveted to her luscious, luxurious, copper-red hair.
“I think he likes it,” Adrienne drawled a little drunkenly.
“He did say it had been a while since he had a really hot redhead,” Dawn added.
“Poor Kenzie,” Adrienne sighed. “I never meant to scare her off.”
No, Kenzie hadn’t returned. The redhead in question turned in her seat and stood up straight. She cocked one hip out to the side and put a hand on it like a fashion model posing at the end of the runway. She wore dark wash denim jeans so tight they must’ve been spray-painted on and a white button-down blouse only buttoned halfway up. She also wore a white tank top beneath the blouse, so her incredible cleavage was merely enticing instead of obscene. But overall the monochromatic nature of her outfit only drew my attention even more to her eye-catching hair.
“Hey, Ben. It’s been a while.” Summer beamed at me, her royal-blue eyes sparkling.
“Yeah, I haven’t seen you around here much lately.”
Summer laughed musically. “I’ve been here a half-dozen times in the last couple of weeks. You’ve been at work until late at night.”
“This is true,” I admitted before complimenting, “Wow, you look amazing. Love the hair. I’m guessing this is new?”
“Yep. Dawn and I went to the salon this afternoon together,” she replied.
“He didn’t even notice mine,” Dawn drawled.
I blinked and shot my gaze over to my best friend. At first glance, Dawn looked the way she always did: the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Only after I stopped to scrutinize her appearance did I finally notice she had several purple streaks in her hair, subtly blended in beneath the top layer and only from about the midpoint downward, and yet quite obvious now that I looked at her. I had no idea how I’d missed the new color on the first pass, except to say that Summer’s all-over red locks had grabbed my immediate attention.
Raising one finger and gesturing, I recalled, “You said Zoey, from Morris Camp, had a purple streak in her hair.”
Dawn grinned. “Yeah, I texted her a photo immediately after we were done. She called me a copycat. Although Zoey just had one big streak and I went with this blended look that the stylist recommended.”
“It’s really cute.”
Dawn shrugged. “It’s different. Just a whim. Summer was getting hers done, there was an open chair, and I got talked into it. Didn’t want to go with a full dye all over, but I can have fun with this until it grows out.”
“In any case, Dawn and I were just leaving,” Summer told me with a smile. “We’ll let you and Adrienne catch up.”
Dawn wobbled to her feet, clearly still tipsy. She first toddled over to me, wrapped me up in a fierce hug, and smashed her lips against mine. Her tongue immediately came out to play, giving me a wet, sloppy kiss that tasted quite strongly of red wine until she finally broke for air.
“Hmm…” she sighed dreamily, eyes a little dazed. “Good night, babe.”
I chuckled and arched an eyebrow at Summer. “You’ll make sure she gets back in one piece?”
Summer smiled. “I stopped drinking a while ago. I’m driving her home.”
“Mmm, and then she’s gonna take me into my bedroom peel my clothes off and cram a Ben Junior up my cunt while whispering dirty thoughts about it being the real you,” Dawn added with a giggle. “Sure you don’t wanna join us? Get that smokin’ hot redhead you’ve been wanting for a while?”
“Dawn,” I warned and glanced at Summer, who blushed almost as red as her new hair color while staring at her feet.
My tipsy best friend screwed up her face and narrowed her eyes. “You know: it’s kinda not fair. You throw up the smokescreen about being stretched thin as an excuse to not give that beautiful young woman the time of day and then turn around and dive headfirst into a pack of Tri-Delts every weekend.”
I sighed and stared her down. “You really think I’m gonna abandon Adrienne tonight?”
Dawn’s grin widened. “Whoever said we wouldn’t bring Adrienne too?”
I sighed again. “You’re drunk.”
“Not drunk. Just tipsy enough to be horny,” Dawn giggled.
“You’re always horny.”
“Very true. But you’re dodging the question again. Fine, you’re staying in with Adrienne tonight. But what about AFTER tonight, hmm? You know she still wants you. We fantasize together about you all the time.”
I glanced back at the redhead, who was again scrutinizing her feet. “Can we not talk about Summer as if she wasn’t standing right next to us?”
“You’re dodging the question again.”
“Dawn, this isn’t happening. And quite frankly, I think you’re being selfish again trying to pressure me into doing this so YOU can get the wicked hot threesome you’ve always wanted.”
Dawn deflated, but she remained hanging onto me with her arms around my neck. “I’m sorry,” she stated sincerely. “You’re right, you’re right.”
Without releasing Dawn, I turned to Summer and sighed, stating, “I haven’t been fair to you. I apologize for that.”
Summer frowned. “There’s nothing to apologize for. You’re not into me like that; I get it. That’s why I’ve been careful to respect your boundaries and not try to change your mind. It’s not the first time I’ve crushed on a guy only to find he didn’t feel the same way about me.”
She had such a tone of utter rejection and resignation in her voice that I immediately felt the impulse to hold her and reassure her. But I kept my arms around Dawn and said, “Look. Right now is not the best time for me. I’m coming home this late because of the project and there are still a million things to get finished before June and I fly off to Hong Kong. But after that--”
“After that we’re all going to Bora Bora together,” Dawn giggled.
“After we get back from Bora Bora, I’ll make time for us to sit down and talk, alright? You deserve that much.”
Summer brightened a little. “Really?”
“I’m serious, though. Just a chance to talk.”
“I get it. Just talk.”
I held up a finger. “No starting a makeout session and then falling into the Bay.”
Summer laughed. “I promise. And looking forward to it.”
“AFTER Bora Bora.”
“That’s fine.”
Dawn nuzzled my cheek, panting softly, as she murmured, “I still don’t see why we can’t just have all four of us go up to your bedroom together right now.”
I turned to look back at my best friend. “Good night, Dawn,” I stated with finality.
“Your loss, although I’m gonna enjoy this.” Dawn winked at me. “You forget it’s been just as long for ME since I had a smokin’ hot redhead.”
I glanced at Summer, who gave me a smile and a shrug, before returning my attention to my best friend.
“Well then I’ll just say, ‘Have fun tonight’.” I pecked Dawn’s forehead and added, “Love you.”
“Mmm…” Dawn swooned happily. “I love you too.” And then she smashed her lips against mine again.
Two minutes later, Summer and Dawn finally headed out the door. Kim and June were seated at the dining table talking about something or other, and I glanced around the living room to unexpectedly find myself alone.
But then I spotted Adrienne seated on the fourth step of the stairs, reclining back with her elbows two steps behind her. “Hey, Tiger…” she sighed as wearily as I felt.
I frowned at the tone in her voice, which was a far cry from the giddy playfulness I’d heard in the background on the phone. “Is everything alright?”
Adrienne smiled, but there was a sadness to her expression and her gaze drifted away from me for a moment. She took a deep breath, refocused herself, and looked up at me, this time with a fresher smile. “Take me to bed, make me feel better, and then we can talk, please?”
I looked at her curiously, obviously wanting to know more. I could see the strain in her eyes and read the tension in her shoulders. Clearly, Adrienne was in some kind of emotional turmoil right now. But she’d asked me plainly if I could make her feel better first, and we both knew I was perfectly good at doing that. My curiosity could wait. My Adrienne needed me to take care of her first. So with a warm smile, I reached down to her with one hand.
“I’ll do anything for you,” I said sincerely. “Anytime. Anywhere. Forever and Always.”
“I love you, Ben,” she said softly, very softly, her gaze briefly going to my lips as she furrowed her eyebrows. I blinked in surprise at her use of my real name.
But a moment later, she smiled up at me again and took my hand, finishing, “Take me to bed, Tiger. Make me scream.”
****
I did make Adrienne scream. Four times.
The first was a rare orally-induced orgasm with her legs thrown over my shoulders. Out of the past five hundred lovers the world-famous supermodel had added to her ‘list’, I knew that four hundred and ninety-nine of them had been female. Finding someone to eat her out had never been difficult for the world-famous supermodel, but still I was happy for the rare opportunity to remind her that even though her one and only male lover (me) didn’t go down on her that often anymore, it wasn’t for lack of capability.
The second and third came in a doggy-style position, the busty blonde bisexual babe bent over the side of my bed with me bashing my pelvis against her bubble butt from behind. Her second came with me reaching around with my left hand to grab onto one of her massive swaying breasts and reaching around with my right hand to strum her clit like it was my personal musical instrument. Her third came with me reddening both asscheeks with a series of slaps. My favorites were the drummer “flams” to accent my rhythmically pounding thrusts.
Her fourth came simultaneously with mine. We were missionary-style now, Adrienne’s long legs crossed behind my lower back as she held my shoulders and cooed up at me, a blissfully relaxed expression on her face. My lusty lover whimpered and moaned as we charged up the final peak together, her body a rollicking and rolling vessel of pleasure sailing the springy seas of my mattress. And as she clenched up and contracted around my cock while crying out her complete contentment, I thrust forward a final time, closing my eyes and bowing my head as I grunted out my orgasm, feeling the delight of a quart of spunk flowing out of me and into my lover’s suddenly spasming snatch.
My pelvis pivoted forward, with my knees as fulcrums so that my feet came off the bed, and all of my weight and energy being put into that final deep thrust. I kept my cock buried at full depth down the gorgeous blonde’s vaginal canal, straining with my back and leg muscles while I spat out glob after glob of boiling cum into the deepest recesses of the most desirable pussy in the world.
“Ohhh… migawwwddd…” Adrienne groaned as she returned to Earth from her orgasmic orbit.
“Nnnngggghhhh,” I groaned at the same time, my arms buckling and my chest collapsing straight down onto my lover’s big pillowy tits.
“Thanks, Tiger,” Adrienne sighed as she cradled the back of my head and stroked my hair absentmindedly. “I really needed that.”
“When you’re ready,” I half-mumbled into the pillow beneath her head, “I’d like to know why.”
Adrienne chuckled lightly and sighed. She wasn’t ready just yet, and merely held me in silence, enjoying the afterglow.
But eventually, she spoke. “Do you realize how long it’s been since we made love?”
I blinked and thought about it. “Uhhh…”
“More than three weeks.”
I frowned. “No it hasn’t.”
“Tuesday, October 28th. That’s the last time you came over for a nooner.”
My frown deepened. “The Tri-Delts--”
“Halloween, I gave you a blowjob but you never put it in me.”
“I wasn’t talking about Halloween. I meant to say that we just visited the Tri-Delts Saturday night. I KNOW you sat down on me during that bit when the girls wanted to blindfold me on the bed and see if I could tell who was riding me.”
“Yes, I sat down on you for a few minutes. But no, I don’t consider that ‘making love’. Do you?”
“Fair enough. But other than that, we still had… Uhhh… We still…”
While I screwed up my face and thought about it, Adrienne was already explaining, “The thing with Taylor and JJ happened on November 2nd so I was in New York all that week and then skipped the next Tri-Delt hookup immediately afterward. You came over for brunch but I still wasn’t in the mood. I then spent the following week super-busy catching up my rescheduled shoots and never texted for you to come over. This past week you’ve been super-busy with 4D and turned me down the two times I texted you. And now, here we are. So yeah…” Adrienne paused to quite deliberately squeeze her pussy around my penetrating prick before giving me a shrug and a smile while repeating, “Three fucking weeks, Tiger. Good freaking heavens I can’t remember the last time we went that long of a dry spell. I REALLY needed that.”
“Happy to oblige, ma’am. And I’m very, very sorry for making you wait this long.”
“Make sure it never happens again. For the rest of our lives.”
I chuckled, thinking of how much fun it would be to actually spend the rest of our lives – into old age - never letting Adrienne go three weeks without a proper shagging. Even if I never married and got the family I’d always dreamed of, that would still be a life well worth living. So I pulled my head up, pecked her lips, and murmured with a smile, “I solemnly swear.”
Adrienne held my head and gave me another nuclear kiss.
But eventually our ardor cooled, as did our bodies, so I slowly withdrew my spent cock and then rolled off her. Adrienne immediately slipped a hand between her thighs, dug into her saturated snatch with two fingers, and popped the sperm-soaked digits into her mouth, humming happily.
But only for a moment. I’d been watching the way the taste of my cum put a smile on Adrienne’s gorgeous face, so I witnessed the exact moment the light in her eyes began to fade and her smile began to fall. I frowned myself and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Adrienne shrugged and muttered, “This is usually the part where Sasha slurps out your spunk and snowballs it back to me.”
“When she’s here, sure. But it’s not like you and I don’t know how to have a one-on-one together.”
“Lunchtime nooners when she can’t get away from the office, sure. I don’t expect her to be with us for those.”
“But you expected her to be with us tonight?”
“No… I mean… Well, she could have been with us tonight.”
“Where is she right now?”
“At the Tri-Delt house.”
“What?”
“It’s fine. She’s enjoying herself. I told her to go enjoy herself. Nora’s an old friend from the TDW days and they’ve been getting along great. Nothing romantic or anything, just… They’re buddies and she’s a little nostalgic for the good ol’ days being a college student and… And you know how Sasha needs to feel like she’s young and having fun… It’s fine.”
I blinked and took a deep breath before beginning by rote, “I’ve never liked this word ‘fine’. It always seems like a word to--”
“Yeah-yeah-yeah,” Adrienne cut me off. “It’s not the sex that bothers me.”
“But you’re clearly bothered.”
“No I’m not. Yes I am. I…” Her voice trailed off.
“If you’re not a hundred-percent okay with Sasha visiting the Tri-Delt house without you, she needs to know that. Believe me, I know how much it can cost you when you try and convince yourself you’re okay with something when you really aren’t.”
“This is nothing new. I’m dreaming of Happily Ever After and she’s not ready for that yet. We’re on different timelines but that doesn’t mean we’re incompatible or anything. I know she loves me. She’s just not ready to settle down and I’ve told her I can accept that so long as she’s committed to this relationship, which she’s assured me she is. I just need to wait, that’s all. In the meantime, I get to be here with you after a long dry spell. Everybody wins. I really did miss you, Tiger.”
“Apparently Sasha didn’t.”
Adrienne snorted. “Sasha would’ve been here, but we had no idea what time you’d get home. She opted for the sure thing with Nora and the gang.”
“Makes sense, actually, given how unavailable I’ve been this week.”
“So I meant it when I said it was fine that she’s not here with us. Do I wish she was here slurping out your creampie? Of course. But I’m not like… upset about it or anything.”
“Alright. If you say so.”
“And it’s not like we won’t all be together soon. Bora Bora is next week and she’ll get all kinds of opportunities to slurp out creampies, right?”
“Right,” I agreed.
Adrienne shrugged. “Seven days. We just gotta make it through seven more days of… life… and then it’s vacation time, right?”
I sighed and nodded, staring up at the ceiling. June’s incestuous attraction to Eve? Put that issue on hold. My own unsettled status with Summer? Put that issue on hold. Adrienne being ‘fine’ with Sasha playing with the Tri-Delts instead of staying by her side? Sounded like Adrienne was putting that issue on hold.
Adrienne sighed and stared at the ceiling as well, absentmindedly still stirring my semen inside her snatch like her finger was a soup spoon.
Out of the blue, she spoke, “You know I could’ve joined her at the Tri-Delt house. I didn’t know for sure if you were coming home. It’s not like I don’t enjoy messing around with a gaggle of nubile coeds. I just…”
Her voice trailed off, but rather than prompt her, I let Adrienne sort herself out. And a minute later she spoke again.
“This whole thing with Taylor has me in a really weird headspace. A month ago I was perfectly content to wait for Sasha, to support her needs, including her desire to spread her wings and enjoy herself. But…”
Her voice trailed off again, but this time I ventured, “But Taylor losing JJ reminded you that life is precious and could be cut short at any time?”
“I’m being melodramatic.”
“No, you’re being human. You’re being sympathetic. A close friend of yours is going through a terrible trauma and it’s only natural for you to find parallels in your own life and re-examine yourself in light of what you’ve seen. Especially if she’s been talking to you about how hard this is for her.”
“It really has been. She’s…” Adrienne shook her head. “I’m worried about her. Taylor’s always been so fiery and passionate. Her emotions are… intense. When she’s happy she’s vibrant. When she’s angry she’s wrathful. And when she’s sad…”
I waited her out again.
“I’m worried about her,” Adrienne repeated. “I’m worried she’s gonna do something to hurt herself.”
“Would she really do that?” I had a hard time imagining the poised, uber-confident Empress of the Modeling World I had met (and utterly failed to conquer) sinking so low as to actually harm herself. But I also couldn’t imagine how difficult it must have been for her to lose her only son. If anything ever happened to BJ… I…
I didn’t want to think about that. Not at all.
“I don’t know…” Adrienne sighed.
“But she’s got a great support system, right? Friends and family who love her? She’ll be alright.”
“I hope so. It’s just that… I mean first of all, so much of her self-confidence and sense of identity came from being one of the most beautiful women in the entire world. But now? With that scar? She’ll never model again. I can’t even imagine how I’d react if my career got taken away from me in such a drastic fashion.”
“I get it.”
“That accident alone would’ve been bad enough. But to lose JJ too? To have the survivor’s guilt? She tells me every time I talk to her how much she wishes she’d never woken up. She talks about going to the afterlife to be with him again. THAT part terrifies me. I reminded her she needs to still be there for Johnny. I reminded her she’s still plenty young enough to have more kids. But at the end of the day, it all amounts to blowing sunshine up her ass. I’VE never had children. Fuck, the more she talks about how much it tortures her to even think of JJ makes me reconsider ever wanting children. I mean, how would you handle it if… Ben? Ohmigawd I’m so sorry!”
I waved her off, trying to tell her it was no big deal. I pinched my forehead with both hands, holding my breath as if that could somehow stop the thoughts going through my mind about putting myself in Taylor’s shoes and losing my precious little BJ.
The next thing I knew, Adrienne was wrapped up around my side. “I’m sorry. I never meant to burden you with this.”
“No, it’s alright.” I took a deep, calming breath to collect myself. Choosing to focus on Adrienne’s concern for me made me feel better, and I squeezed her in return. “I rather love that you can still open up to me like this. Nothing makes me happier than knowing I’m still your rock.”
“You ARE my rock, and I’m ever so grateful. But I never should’ve made you think of BJ like that.”
“It’s alright, it’s alright,” I reassured her.
“I’m doing it AGAIN, aren’t I? I’ve been such a shitty friend lately. I mean, I promised I would be better about coming over to you in Berkeley and making this less of a one-sided relationship.”
“You did come over here, like every week for a while.”
“For a while. And then nothing for three weeks.”
“Taylor’s accident happened. You had to be in New York for her. You had to catch up on rescheduled shoots. I’m in the final week of 4D. We’ve both been busy. There’s nothing to apologize for.”
“I love you, Tiger. And I want to be better for you instead of making everything about me all the time.”
I grinned. “I rather love making everything about you all the time. It’s part of your charm.”
“I’m going to make a better effort to pull my weight in this relationship and be the kind of supportive… sibling… that you’ve been for me.”
“Sure. Fine. But don’t worry about it until after Bora Bora. We can put that issue on hold too. Right now…”
“You just wanna get through 4D in one piece?”
“Exactly. So seriously, don’t sweat trying to make more time for me than you already do. I wouldn’t have the extra time to spare anyways.”
A new voice cut in by the doorway. “Don’t have the extra what now?” Sasha pouted, having poked her head in.
“Hey! You’re here!” Adrienne brightened immediately, so genuinely surprised and relieved by her girlfriend’s presence that I could see moisture coming into her eyes.
“Sorry I didn’t see your text right away saying Ben actually came home (I was probably face-down in Jordyn’s crotch), otherwise I would’ve been here earlier. I knew I couldn’t miss out on this,” Sasha beamed at us both before focusing on me. “I mean, playing with the Tri-Delts is fun, but there’s only one man in the world that can ever make me feel the way you do. Oh, wait, I forgot to say my line. Uh… oh yeah… ‘Is this a private party? Or--’”
“Will you just get in here?!” Adrienne cut her off, spreading her thighs apart and scooping out another glob of my cum still inside. “You’re still in time to suck out his first load!”
“Oooh, and then we can give him a tandem blowjob and make him pop in me so YOU can slurp out a load too!” Sasha chirped as she came inside the room and closed the door.
“Gawd I love you,” Adrienne sighed happily.
“The feeling’s mutual,” Sasha laughed as she crawled onto the bed between her lover’s outstretched legs.
I grinned and squeezed Adrienne’s hand. “I love you both.”
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-- THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 2008 --
Nothing tickled my balls, but I still jerked awake. Unfortunately, there was no girl’s throat to surround my shaft as I abruptly sat up in bed, alarmed at the discordant sound of knuckles rapping at my bedroom door.
There were several beams of sunlight penetrating my room, far more than I usually saw on a weekday morning. I knew then that I had overslept. Falling asleep with two beautiful busty bisexual babes who loved eating my creampies had distracted me from setting my alarm. And sure enough, my door cracked open and a fully-dressed June poked her head in.
“Figures,” my project partner sighed. With a scolding look of utter and complete disappointment, June stared at me with laser beams of death as she muttered, “We have TWO DAYS and I need the big servers to run our final scenarios. I’m going into the office. You’d better fucking be there thirty minutes after me, understand? Do NOT let them talk you into a morning threesome.”
And then she slammed the door.
Sasha had been nestled into my arms as I spooned her from behind, and she remained on her side facing the doorway and shaking her head. “Fuck, I’m gonna be late for work too.”
“Just go. Both of you. Don’t worry about me,” Adrienne groaned from my other side where she had been spooning me. When I glanced back, I found that she had also sat up, the bedsheets falling away from her spectacular naked breasts. No matter how many times I saw them, I was always spellbound, and despite June’s warning I was very, very tempted into getting into a morning threesome come hell or high water.
But Adrienne flopped onto her back, pulling my duvet with her as she rolled over away from me, clearly intent on falling back asleep. No surprise as she was accustomed to sleeping in until close to noon.
Sasha, on the other hand, was rather wearily slipping out of bed. The girls had both brought small rollaboard suitcases with them, having planned to spend the night all along. Sasha quickly went to hers and started fishing out her clothes for the day. Fortunately, her job was business-casual, so she didn’t have to worry about wrinkle-free suits and ironed shirts and ties like I did. I probably should’ve gotten out of bed as well, but I was enjoying the sight of Sasha’s naked body, and I remained where I was just watching her get dressed.
The exquisitely beautiful brunette was not unaware of my attention. She smirked and showed off for me by caressing her inner breast to get a nipple to harden just for the fun of it. The exhibitionist thrill seemed to energize her more than a morning cup of coffee could ever do. But once she was fully-dressed, she grabbed her makeup bag and headed for the bathroom while I finally got out of bed myself, my morning wood leading the way.
Being a guy definitely has its advantages, and not needing to put on makeup is certainly one of them. Even though I had to hop into my penguin suit, I still finished getting ready for the day before Sasha. I went downstairs, gave BJ a kiss, and found that Kim had bagels and coffee ready for all of us. I told her that Adrienne was sleeping in, took a bite of my bagel, and then prepared to leave.
But when Sasha came downstairs, I had a lightbulb moment and looked at her, asking, “Did you two drive over here?”
Sasha nodded.
“Carpool?” I suggested with a smile. Driving together would save us both time, me from having to take public transit and her from being stuck in the regular traffic lanes as a solo driver. And I knew my office was on the way to hers.
“Good idea,” she replied, knowing that even carpooling wouldn’t save me THAT much time over public transit, but I’d be doing her a much bigger favor. “Thanks.”
I held up my half-eaten bagel. “I’ll drive. You can eat.” Less than two minutes later, I was backing the girls’ Porsche Cayenne out of the driveway and heading down the road.
“This was a good idea. Thanks again.” Sasha while leaning forward and touching up her makeup in the sun visor mirror. She’d done a quick and dirty job at my house in the name of expediency, but now had at least a half-hour’s ride to do a better job.
“You’re welcome. Always glad to be of assistance.”
“Dependable old Ben.”
“Did you just call me old?”
Sasha giggled and flashed me a grin. “Concentrate on the ‘dependable’ adjective more than the ‘old’, especially since we’re the same age.”
“I suppose ‘dependable’ works. Not quite the same as ‘sexy’ or ‘handsome’ or ‘best lover I ever had’, but it’ll do.”
Sasha chuckled and shook her head. “You don’t need me puffing up your ego reminding you that you’re sexy, and handsome, and the best lover I ever had by miles.”
“Well in all fairness, you’ve only had two male lovers in your life so far.”
Sasha narrowed her eyes. “‘So far’?”
There was a bit of a hurt tone in her voice, so I glanced at her momentarily before returning my eyes to the road. We were still on side streets getting to the freeway and traffic was slow. We came to a stoplight and I turned to give her a longer look.
Sasha gave me a curious look. “Who says I’ll ever need more male lovers than the two I’ve had?”
I raised my eyebrows. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m not upset. I just…” Sasha’s voice trailed off as she started staring out the front window.
The intersection light turned green, and I started driving forward again. I was still focusing forward when Sasha began to speak again, and I had to keep my attention on the road as I merged over to get into the left turn lane to take the freeway on-ramp.
“I’ve never really wanted to think too hard about the future,” she said in a tone of resignation. “Marriage, family, kids… Adrienne’s asked me where I see us five years from now, ten years…”
“And you’re still working on getting to your ONE year anniversary.”
“Exactly!”
“We’ve had this conversation before.”
“She’s talking growing old together and having each other’s name as emergency contacts on our medical forms and stuff like that. That’s not even ten years from now. She’s talking FIFTY years from now.”
“It’s a bit overwhelming, I can imagine.”
Sasha sighed. “In all fairness, YOU used to say shit like that to me too.”
“I already admitted I apparently rubbed off on her.”
“Apparently.” Sasha sighed. “Overall, she’s been much better about it lately. She’s been supportive, and understanding, and stuff like letting me go play with the Tri-Delts last night without her… It means a lot to me. It shows she trusts me and she accepts that I still like to party and have a good time. But at the same time, I know she’s just… waiting… waiting for me to settle down and become the forever wife she wants me to be.”
“And you don’t want to become her forever wife?”
“It’s not that I don’t WANT to. I’m not opposed to the idea of marrying Adrienne someday. Someday.”
“Forgive me, but your tone sounds pretty ‘opposed’.”
In my peripheral vision I could see Sasha shaking her head. “I love her. I really do. It’s just… I never thought I’d get married to another woman. And I can’t help but feel like if I did marry another woman I’d feel… I’d feel…”
I glanced over briefly to find Sasha biting her lip and shaking her head while wincing. Her expression wasn’t that of someone struggling to find the right word. Rather, she looked like she had the right word and didn’t like the taste of it in her mouth.
So I prompted her. I asked, “How would you feel?”
Sasha exhaled slowly, still shaking her head. After taking a deep breath, she finally admitted, “I’d feel incomplete.”
I arched an eyebrow and shot her a questioning look. “‘Incomplete’?”
“Always thought I’d marry a guy. I’m not… I’m not a lesbian. I enjoy sex with you far too much to ever think of myself as a lesbian.”
“Neither is Adrienne by that measure.”
“Oh no, Adrienne is SO lesbian.”
“As evidenced by the way she delights in me ramming my dick into her bent-over body again and again.”
Sasha chuckled. “Adrienne loves YOU, but she is NEVER touching another male penis besides yours for the rest of her life. That much is abundantly clear.”
“But you want to touch other male penises?”
“What? No! Absolutely not!”
“Really?”
Sasha turned in her seat to face me. “Do you really doubt my fidelity to you?”
I shook my head. “No, it’s not a matter of fidelity. You’re not my girlfriend and don’t owe me a thing.”
“Adrienne would flip her shit if I ever touched another man but you.”
I waggled my head. “So it’s more of a promise of Ben-penis fidelity you made to HER.”
“I’m not touching another man but you, Ben. I promise you that.”
I took a deep breath and was about to protest again that she didn’t need to make me any such promises, but in the end shook my head and let it go. It wasn’t something I wanted to argue with her about.
Instead, I said, “You’re bringing up an apparent paradox. You’ve said you want to marry a man, don’t think you’re really lesbian, but at the same time I know you’re not thinking of marrying me. So unless you’re intending to live a sexless marriage, one would have to assume you’d eventually need to touch another male penis.”
“Well… like… maybe someday I suppose I’d have to.” Sasha immediately made that face again, the one that said she really didn’t like the taste in her mouth. “But no, absolutely not. That’s not what I want.”
“Don’t you want to marry a guy?”
“I never said I WANTED to marry a guy. I said I always thought I’d marry a guy. But then Adrienne happened and I love her to death and I can’t EVER imagine a life without her and I love you too and I of course REALLY fucking enjoy what the three of us do together and if I had MY way the three of us never would’ve fucking broken up in the first place last year and you and Adrienne would still be engaged and I could be your girlfriend and hers too and oh my fucking GAWD Ben why the fuck did you have to go and fuck everything up?!?!”
We were well into freeway traffic now, and even the carpool lane came to a stop sometimes. This was one of those moments, and as my wheels stopped rolling, I glanced over to find Sasha’s elbow on the windowsill and her head against her palm as she scowled out the window.
I exhaled slowly and said quietly, “I’m sorry. Everyone focuses on my broken engagement with Adrienne, including me, and I forget that I wound up rejecting you as well. And I pretty much did so without even considering how much I must've hurt you.”
Sasha’s eyes were moist as she jutted her lower jaw forward. The traffic started moving again so I had to turn and face forward, but she spoke a moment later, saying, “You don’t have to apologize to me. You and Adrienne were the couple – I was the third wheel, package deal with her. When you broke the engagement, there was never any question whose side I was on. Still, that was the happiest time of my life, and I told her flat out I’d like it if the three of us became a triple again. I love her, but I also love you. Now maybe I still don’t have the same kind of ‘forever wife’ love for you that I know you deserve, but I DO love you. You know that, right?”
I nodded wordlessly.
“That really stung when you suggested I’d have more male lovers after you. I’ve had opportunities, believe me. All those models’ parties with gorgeous hunks hitting on me and everything. But no, I love you, and I know how much it would’ve hurt you if I ever did something like that – girlfriend or not - and you’d never be able to look at me the same way again. But even beyond that, I was never seriously tempted. I already know none of those other guys could ever make me feel the way you do. I’m not even curious to find out. What we had together was special. What we STILL have together is special. I’d be incomplete without you, Ben. Seriously. I love Adrienne, and I love all the little things we do together like cuddling on the couch watching TV or having her tease me in the kitchen about how I can never quite get a recipe right. I can totally see myself spending the rest of my life with her. But I’m not a lesbian. I need to feel like there’s a strong, powerful man looking out for me, pinning me beneath his heaving body and making me feel full and fulfilled. I love every chance we get for this kind of one-on-one time together. It reminds me of senior year when I got to be your constant. I miss that. I miss being able to talk to you like this. So I guess it’s a good thing we slept in today, huh?”
I smiled and nodded. “Apparently.”
“You are my man. My one and only man. Fine, I’m not your official girlfriend. Whatever. I don’t give two shits about the title. But I value our relationship, unconventional as it may be. And I would never throw that away for something so stupid as a casual hookup with some other… dick.”
“I believe you. I had just sort of presumed I had no right to have that sort of hold on you.”
“Presume away. I made you a promise, and I’m sticking to it.”
I smiled. “Not going to try and talk you out of it.”
Sasha snorted and stared back out the window again. “Look, I know I had this momentary bout of jealousy that night after you told Adrienne you were still holding out a sliver of hope that she’d take you back. June called me out on it with the whole bit about you dating Summer, and she was right. I mean… Adrienne’s MY girlfriend, and the thought of her putting YOUR name as her emergency contact instead of mine… it bothered me. Everybody wants to feel like they’re Number One, you know? Plus, that was also the first time Adrienne told me you’d asked if she might ever give you a second chance, so I was feeling a bit insecure at the time. ”
“You don’t have to apologize. I’M the one who should be apologizing for trying to steal your girlfriend.”
Sasha waved me off again. “I told you already: it’s fine. I was never really mad. If anything, it made me realize how much the two of you still belong together. So I told Adrienne I wanted the three of us to be a triple again. It all made perfect sense to me. I need BOTH of you in my life to make me feel whole, you know? Adrienne needs both of US in her life to feel whole. There’s no happy ending for either of us without you in it, don’t you see? Even if she and I got married, we’d both still need YOU. And if you don’t end up marrying one of us… if some other girl out there eventually sinks her claws into you and decides she’d rather not share…”
Traffic came to a stop again, and I glanced over into the passenger seat. Sasha sat up straight, leaning forward towards me a little even. Her eyes were big, her expression pensive, and in a heartfelt voice full of sincerity, she said, “Adrienne marrying you instead of me solves ALL our problems.”
I frowned. “What happened to you wanting to be Number One?”
Sasha waggled her head. “Well, I can still be her emergency contact. She’s made clear she loves me more than you. She turned you down when you asked her to give you another chance, didn’t she? But at the same time, with everything she’s said about settling down and dreaming of a family… Let’s face it: even if she married me, there’s only one man’s sperm she’d ever take. I don’t have a particular need to have a wedding certificate. You both get the commitment and sense of security you want. Eventually you both get the kids you want. You’re always gonna have Dawn and Kim and BJ in your life, no matter what. That leaves plenty of space for me and Adrienne to have our time together. Everybody wins.”
It all sounded great on paper. Sasha was point-blank offering me the chance to rewind the clock back to the time before I fucked up my engagement. Everything she was telling me did make perfect sense.
But there was one thing we couldn’t rewind: Adrienne DID love Sasha more than she loved me now. Adrienne DID want Sasha’s name to be her emergency contact, not mine.
I had asked for another chance.
And Adrienne had said ‘no’.
Could I settle for being Adrienne’s husband in name only?
Could I settle for being second best?
Could I settle for my wife loving someone else more than she loved me?
The answer seemed clear: No.
Perhaps there was something in my expression, because before I could verbalize a thing, Sasha spoke up, saying, “I’m not asking you to give me an answer right now or anything. I know I’m springing all of these thoughts on you out of the blue. I’d never want you to make a snap-decision about the idea. Really, I just want you to at least think about it, you know? This whole sleeping in and getting stuck in a car together just kinda… worked out. Honestly, I was gonna save this conversation until we all got together in Bora Bora.”
I took a deep breath and sighed. Pursing my lips, I glanced over at her for a moment and asked, “What did Adrienne say?”
“Hmm?”
“You said you told Adrienne you wanted the three of us to become a triple again. What did she say?”
Sasha visibly deflated, which was answer enough. I shook my head and turned my attention forward.
“I told her not to make any final decisions yet. I mean, it’s easy to just kind of go with the status quo while we’re all so busy with our daily lives. You’re in Berkeley with everyone over there. Adrienne and I are on our own in San Francisco. We all have our jobs and routines and a certain level of comfortability with everything. But I was hoping that… that once the three of us were all together in Bora Bora for a few days…”
“Together with Dawn,” I pointed out.
“I’m not worried about Dawn. Dawn will ALWAYS be a part of your life, so if anything, her presence would be an even better…” Sasha’s voice trailed off, and she had that look on her face again like she had a word in mind but didn’t like the taste of it. “‘Experiment’ isn’t the word I want, but I suppose it’ll have to do. One big thing that is obviously different compared to a year ago is that you and Dawn are back together. That’s kinda perfect, actually. Think about it: you’ve got Dawn and Adrienne has me. The only thing left to bring us all together is you and Adrienne getting married. Everybody gets what they want. Perfect, right?”
I sighed and shook my head. “It’s not that simple.”
“I know it’s not. But please don’t make up your mind before Bora Bora. It’s the same thing I asked Adrienne. I know I shouldn’t have brought this up right now while you’re so busy with your project and everything’s hectic and you don’t really have the time or mindspace to deal with it. I’m sorry. I realize I should never have said anything yet.”
“No, it’s fine.” I sighed. “Just one more issue I need to put on hold.”
“Yes, exactly! Put it on hold. Don’t say ‘no’ right away. Wait until we get to Bora Bora together. Give the idea a chance. See how the four of us work together, and maybe… who knows?”
I sighed and nodded. “Alright. I’ll give it a chance.”
“Promise?”
I sighed again. Everything Sasha had said sounded like such a great idea. So why did I feel such a sense of dread? Still, I knew I had to at least give the idea a chance. So I finally glanced over at her and nodded.
“I promise.”
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Comments
JC Armstrong
Yeah I have to agree with Beren Herr, there is a lot of drama coming, and this is me see into the future without reading into the future. Sasha and A.D. are going to have a really rough patch coming up. As for the chapter I rate it great as you did rehash things that have been gone over but the last part was needed as it set up what is coming ... again I have Brooke's future sight.
Bluedragonauthor
Hold onto your butts.
Sir Bearington
feels like a lot of drama is coming in the next chapters
Bluedragonauthor
I mean wow, you'd almost think he was the protagonist in a harem erotica story or something. ;-P
Guilherme Silva
Ben is pretty fucked up. He wants a wife who loves him more than anyone but accept the he have at least 2 more women who he is fully devoted. I know that it's nothing new, but he is pretty fucked up.
