Fall continued. I rarely knew the plan, got better at improvisation. Some weeks everyone was around working but no overnight guests. Other weeks, I was very busy, and exhausted, providing stress relief.
Katie was the most frequent guest, Olivia least. No complaints on my part, other than the over-budget grocery bill.
Thanksgiving was a full house. Izzy stuck around, all were back by Saturday. I cooked a turkey dinner, they stayed the night, talking, laughing. I went to sleep alone, woke up with Alex curled up next to me. December was differently busy, lots of caretaking, feeding, making sure they at least spent some time on something other than work. I really was a sorority mother.
One snowy night, there was a knock at the door. It opened, Katie came in, laid her head on my shoulder, arms hanging down. No greeting, no words, overwhelmed, tired. I took her coat, made a warm cup of tea, listened. When she went to the bathroom, I set up the guest room figuring she needed a good night's sleep.
Finished, I turned, found her, beautiful as ever, in the doorway down to bra, panties.
I pulled the covers back, ready to tuck her in. She shook her head. "Remember that manga? Tonight, I'm Nana - I need Karu."
"You sure?"
"No questions. Please...."
I'd been there, took her in my arms, held her, nodded. "Sit. I'll be right back."
I turned the heat up, lights off, locked up. I thought about how to help, collected what we'd need.
I started with ankle and wrists cuffs. Lightly caressed her sides, face, helped her put on the a blue leather harness we'd had made for her. With a collar, front and back straps attached to a belt, thin straps that wrapped under the legs. Perfect for tonight.
I clipped wrists to a ring on her back - she visibly relaxed, looked thankful. Ankles clicked together then to wrists, breathe deepening enticingly. I wrapped her ponytail with rope, gently pulled back, attached her head to the harness. Eyes closed, I leaned down, kissed her upturned face.
She sank into herself as I stroked her face, hair, back. Unhooking cuffs from the belt, I placed a short bar between her back and hands, forcing her into a curved hogtie. I knew how far to push, how long she'd withstand the strain, that she needed more than usual. I pulled wrists upward eliciting a guttural groan, released to let her relax.
Her skin was moist from exertion. I leaned in, kissed behind ears, across cheeks, back to her mouth. I knew it was time to change positions as her breathing became shallow, fast. I moved the wrist cuffs to the collar's front, attached ankles to the belt so her legs were open.
She was wet, relaxed. Lightly running a finger up, down, across her stomach, back down, she squirmed, moaned, pleaded, "please, please, oh fuck, please....."
"In time my dear, in time." I kneeled, pressed the heel of my hand against her mons venus. The rattling of rings, clips accompanied her pushing back, a deep "aaahhhh". Continuing to press with one hand, I pushed two fingers against her, opening which were slowly pulled in by her excitement. She arched, strained, as I pushed hard, fast, the heel of my other hand still on her mound. She whipped her head back and forth as much as the rope holding her ponytail would allow. When she was close, I withdrew.
"Please, fuck, don't stop. Oh, god, please, I need this."
"You know the game...."
"Why - please, don' t make me wait?"
I grabbed the straps between her legs, pulled her up, into my face, practically diving in to taste her. I pulled on the straps, I ground my mouth onto her. She didn't wait, came, hard, long, pulling against my hold.
I lowered her back onto the bed. She begged. "I need you inside me. God, fuck, please..."
"I'm not rewarding you yet."
Releasing ankles from the harness, I moved Katie off the bed, onto her knees, ankles now tied to the bedframe. I pulled arms up, over her head, attached them to blue harness's back strap, then to the bed. She tottered, balanced on kneecaps, held up only by rope and my legs on either side of her.
"Open." I pushed into her waiting mouth, eyes open, watering, surprised by the roughness as I was usually so gentle. She used her lips, tongue, resisting as I pulled out, enjoying the look on her face.
"More."
I clipped her belt to the bedframe, the ponytail rope to the other side of the bed. Still on her knees, head pulled back, she looked at me, pleading, wavering back and forth. Katie's expression wavered when I tied a rope between her legs, pulled up, pressing the knot against her. Sweating, swaying, groaning, I pulled up, waiting to see how much she could endure. When it was no more, I threw her on the bed, ass up, head down, pushed in deep.
"Oh, god, you're so deep. Oh fuck, please, I need to cum...." I pushed, held my place, moved slowly, withdrew, released the ponytail, let her hair loose wanting it in my hands. I ran fingers up the back of her neck, slick with sweat, pulled in time with my thrusts.
That was enough-we came together. I lowered us to the rug, still inside, curled up behind her.
I woke up, Katie still asleep. Trying not to distrub her, I grabbed pillows, the comforter, made a nest on the floor. A few hours later, I felt her moving, removed belts, cuffs, harness. She followed me with her eyes, not saying anything.
Done, I leaned down, kissed her forehead. "Better?"
She smiled "Yes - thank you."
"My pleasure."
"Can I stay?"
"Can you? I wouldn't let you leave even if you begged. Floor or bed?"
"Here is nice, if that's ok."
I kissed her, tucked us in, shut off the light.
...
She was gone when I awoke. A handwritten note - not a text for once - was on the table, saying how much better she felt, expressed hope for surviving the semester.
She looked much better when the four gathered the following weekend, kissing me when she came in. Usually there was affection only when alone. The others noticed, Olivia chiming in "You know, he's not just yours", walking over to plant a big, wet one. Made me wonder how this night was going to go. For the time being, we settled into a normal evening of talking, eating, drinking. They stayed in a dog pile on the couch. I slept alone.
With winter break coming, 'Chloe' was going on tour to replenish funds, Katie was going skiing with family, Alex wasn't sure of her plans. Olivia hoped to keep her family visit as short as possible, wondered who'd be around for New Years.
"You?" she asked. I was spending Christmas day with my brother's family but otherwise I'd be around. "If you need a place to crash or hang out, come by. You have keys anyway. I'll make sure there's food and drinks."
The day after the holiday, I was watching bad TV when the door opened, Olivia walked in.
"Damn, it's cold. A fire?"
"Of course. There's a warm pot of tea - I'll get some wood."
She took off her coat, snickered. "Is that a euphemism for taking drugs?"
"It could be, but no - have to go to the pile outside. Should I do the other as well?"
"We'll see. How much notice do you need?"
"Half hour."
"Oh, we can eat up that much time talking." She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye.
