Chapter 5: Expanding Circle
NC-18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.
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If you haven't read 1 through 4, you might want to go back and read them first.
You'll probably be disappointed when I tell you I didn't stop at the bookstore the next time I passed through that area.
But that's not to say I didn't stop in the area.
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As I mentioned, after my last visit and that fantastic experience in the store we all went out to dinner. We had to get a meeting room in the back of the restaurant to fit us all in and be able to talk without constantly having to look over our shoulders to make sure no one was overhearing us.
Over the next hour or three I got to know each of them by name and was able to put names to faces, but more importantly, was able to put stories to names to faces and was able to ask some questions. The fact that it was in a group of like-minded women who apparently knew each other fairly well made it seem less like an interview and that was a plus as well.
I also got to observe the interactions between them -- both the spoken and the unspoken.
When dinner was over, I followed the girl and her mom to their house. I took one of my bags from the back of my car and followed them inside.
The girl grabbed me by the hand and gave me a tour of the house, then led me into a bedroom. As I got a look at it I started to back out, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.
"Dude, we already told you, nothing's going to happen." Then, as she saw me glancing at the feminine dΓ©cor, said, "Remember? Two women live here? Why wouldn't our guest room be decorated in a feminine manner?"
"Ah. Gotcha."
"So what time do you need to be on the road tomorrow?"
"I'll set an alarm."
"I didn't ask that, what time do you need to be on the road?"
"About eight thirty."
"K. See you in the morning."
I unpacked a few things, ducked into to the bathroom across the hall to brush my teeth and piss, then slipped back across to "my" room. I stripped down and slipped into the bed and tried to drift off to sleep, but it was too warm in the room. I gradually peeled back the comforter and the blanket, leaving only a thin sheet covering me.
I woke up without moving in the dark to a sound and the quick realization that some things had changed. The first was that the room had cooled a bit, the second was that at some point I had kicked even the thin sheet off me and the third was that, as I laid there, making sure my breathing stayed as deep as if I was still asleep, I was able to hear someone breathing inside the room.
It sounded like the girl was trying to breathe quietly, but having a hard time with it, mostly because there were rhythmic catches in it as she breathed heavily in and out.
I listened for a few minutes as the catches became more rapid and determined where she was in the room. I waited another minute or two and when she finally took that deep breath that told me she was about to have her orgasm I quickly rolled out of the bed and took three quick steps to where she was, put my hands on the outside of her upper arms just below her shoulders, picked her up about six inches off the floor, pinned her to the wall with my body back from her, then leaned in and quietly growled, "Cum!!"
My caution had paid off, because as she came, her knees jerked up and out over and over like a frog trying to swim in mid-air. But something seemed "off" with the noises she was making.
Suddenly I heard a door open down the hall, but that sound sounded "off" too. I had just started to consider what it was that seemed "off" when I heard the girl's voice call out, "Mom? Are you okay?" The figure in my hands tensed.
FUCK!!
That's when the mom giggled. Loudly. "In here, honey!"
DOUBLE FUCK!!
So of course she comes in the room and flicks the light switch, turning my night vision to crap.
When my eyes adjusted somewhat through their slitted lids, I gradually opened first my left eye, then my right.
When I opened my left eye I saw the girl's mom smiling at me, still pinned to the wall and giggling in a way that seemed as unusual as the squeal from a visit or so ago.
"Mom! What are you doing in here?"
"Oh, nothing." She looked down her front at her toes still dangling about six inches off the floor. "Just, um, hanging around," she smiled.
"Well, what happened?"
"I woke up and needed to use the bathroom and when I came by here the door was slightly ajar and I caught a glimpse of him on that bed with no sheets on and I was worried he'd get cold."
"Mom, it's like 80 degrees in here!!"
"Well, yeah, but since he was so sweaty I was afraid that as it evaporated it'd cool him too much."
"Yeah, I might buy that one, but why were you using the bathroom down here when there's one in the master bedroom?"
"It's, um, out of toilet paper?"
"I just put half an 18-pack of it in there yesterday. How'd the door get open? I know it was closed when I went to bed."
"Oh, that. Well, you see... I was walking down the hallway in the dark and I'm not used to doing that 'cuz there's a bathroom in the master bed..."
"Yeah, Mom. I just reminded you you have a bathroom in your room. So...?"
"It was dark, I tripped, grabbed the handle to keep from falling, the door opened and I fell inside."
"Nice try, Mom."
"Wellll..."
"So were you going to break our promise to him?"
"Absolutely not!! He can tell you. I was just standing over here minding my own business when he lunged out of bed, picked me up and pinned me up here. Could you let me down now?"
I relaxed my arms slightly and she slid slowly down the wall until first her toes, then the rest of her feet hit the floor.
"Oh, I know just what of your 'business' you were minding. Could you at least take your fingers out of your pussy? What a slut!" And she lunged for her mom.