** Mid-week, early evening **
I was finally on my way home. I finished the day at the office and my boss and I tossed back a few while we talked about how the jobs were going and such. Mark's a hell of a nice guy and he's taught me a lot, but I could tell he was getting tired of the business for the last couple of years. Between insurance, lawyers and all the regulations, he had just about had it, so our conversations kind of melded. He talked about getting out of the business and opening a combination bait and doughnut shop on some tropical island and I talked about doing the photography bit full time. In the end, we'd decided that we'd finish up the jobs we had underway and then go our separate ways. With a handshake and that half-hug, backslapping thing that guys do, we locked up and headed out. Mark was whistling and stepping lighter than I'd seen him in years; it seemed like a big weight had been lifted off his shoulders as he headed for his Mercedes. Me, I damn near threw up before I got to my truck; "What the hell did I just do?" I asked myself out loud as I climbed behind the wheel.
Reality set in as I mindlessly made my way home. I'd always wanted to make photography my career and in the last few months we had made some great strides in that direction, we being Britt and I. If I was really being honest, it was Britt that really made the whole thing happen. Before she came along, I had the physical elements put together. I had my home/studio/warehouse that I'd been building on for years. In my head, I had the business laid out and had done a couple little things, but with Britt's help, the business was really established and the work was beginning to come in. I'd never had any doubt that I could make the business work, but now that it was really going to happen, well leave it said that my mind was going every which way and I was scared shitless.
I soon found myself idling in front of my warehouse door, just sitting there. My mind had slipped into neutral and I really couldn't recall driving from work to home. I shook it off and mashed the remote control button that opened the massive door and pulled inside and up to the house. Three other cars were parked out front and I could see the pick-up and big classic car that had been delivered earlier sitting in the shadows of the cavernous space. I shut it down and stepped out of the truck and stood there a minute, just looking around. This would soon be my entire world, at least where I would work and live for the foreseeable future. Oh yeah, and play, as the laughter and bantering of the love of my life and her two best friends filtered from inside our home.
I really am happy with how my life is going and the three gorgeous creatures inside were the frosting on the cake. I ran my fingers through my hair, straightened up my shirt and stepped inside. "George!" came the chorus, kind of like when Norm would walk into that bar on T.V. They were sitting at the island in the kitchen, an open bottle of wine and four glasses in front of them. "We were wondering where you were baby," Britt said as she poured a little of the red in the remaining empty glass and slid off the stool and sauntered over to me. Like a sexy cat on the prowl, she approached with a gleam in her blue eyes and a smile on her face. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and the little crop top she wore hung loose, partly on her nipples, which stood proud. Her taut belly showed and a skimpy pair of red panties did little to conceal the remainder of her perfect form. Her smile got bigger, coinciding with the obvious approval of her that now showed in my pants. Handing me my glass, she stretched up on bare tippy-toes and gathered her kiss while her hand gave my bulge a welcoming caress. Our tongues dueled until we were out of breath.
"Get a room," Kate and Gina giggled as they watched their housemate's 'welcome home' tradition. Britt moaned into my kiss as I let my unoccupied hand stray to her luscious ass and lovingly squeeze one of those firm hemispheres. Reluctantly, we released one another and we made our way into the kitchen.
"Hi babe," Gina said as she stood up from the bar seat. We were eye-to-eye when the leggy brunette approached. I sat my wine glass on the counter behind her and we pulled each other in and I received my second dick-straightening kiss of the evening. Gina's firm 'D's' mashed against my chest as she ground her crotch against mine. My hands automatically zeroed in on her tight pumpkin ass and held on tight. "Oh god," she groaned in our kiss as one middle finger grazed the pink star left unprotected by the g-string she wore.
There was another awaiting her kiss and Gina stole one more before letting me go. I turned to Kate who was on her knees on the bar stool, impatiently fidgeting, her arms outstretched. Her long black hair hung to the bottom rung of the stool. She too wore a little cropped top, but hers was ripped down the front to show off the bit of cleavage her pert little tits provided. She also had on a tiny g-string that virtually disappeared when she had her legs together. I still had to lean down to kiss her and she immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, nearly pulling me over. I reacted by putting my arms around her and straightening back up, pulling her off the stool. I'm sure this is what she had in mind in the first place as her legs came around and wrapped around my waist. Britt and Gina laughed at Kate's antics, but the little one was oblivious as she tried to swallow my tongue. My hands had slipped under her butt to get a better purchase and she gyrated her hips. My back was to the others so I took the opportunity to covertly give her a little extra thrill. Again, the bit of thread that made up the majority of her panties offered little protection from wandering fingers. I grazed a fingertip over her tight pink pucker, just long enough to make her squeak a little as we continued to kiss. Moving on, I encountered the tightest little snatch I had ever known, wet and wanting. Like quicksand, my finger was instantly sucked in as was my tongue. Like a practiced veteran, she worked my tongue like it was my cock, growling in her throat as she simultaneously rocked her pelvis in my hand, my finger stirring her pussy juices. Another chorus of "Get a room" got our attention and Kate groaned her disappointment as I sat her bare butt on the cold granite countertop and fought her to retrieve my finger. She quickly grabbed my hand and drew my wet digit into her mouth and sampled herself. Fingers, tongues, cocks, the girl's oral skills were impressive. "That'll be your dick next time," she whispered as she gave me back my hand which I quickly used to rearrange the contents of my pants.
"So what's for dinner?" I asked nonchalantly. The girls all laughed as I was obviously playing down their welcoming, but to be honest, a simple 'How was your day?' kind of greeting was a rarity here. Any time apart was made up for with some sort of passionate countermeasure.
"Well we thought since you were late, that you were probably picking up some sort of epicurean treat for us," Britt exclaimed with a questioning look.
"No," I answered. "I ended the day at the office and Mark and I talked about things." My voice and body language evidently changed and Britt picked up on it right away.
"Well, we'll just order a pizza and make salads," Britt decided; "can you girls take care of that?"
"You got it," Gina answered and nodded 'message received' and turned Kate toward the kitchen and the phone.
Britt grabbed my wine and handed it to me and then guided me to the living room. She sat us on the couch and turned to me, "So what's up?" trying not to show any worry on her face.
'God I love this girl' I said to myself as I bucked up and took a sip of wine. "Well, I guess I kinda gave notice today," pausing for questions. None came, so I continued; "Like I said, I finished the day at the office and Mark was there so we talked about the jobs and things and had a couple drinks and before you know it, we were both talking about the future and our dreams and that kind of shit, you know, the stuff that guys never talk about with each other. Anyway, I knew that he was getting tired of the business because it's changed so much over the last few years. It's just not as fun as it once was and he spends more time worrying about the business end than the actual building itself. I guess he knows another guy that lives on some island in the Caribbean or somewhere who keeps bugging him to move down there and start a business. He mentioned something about a bait shop or donuts or some combination; didn't make any sense to me, but anyway he thinks he can make enough to live happily selling stuff to the tourists there." I took another sip, giving time for Britt to interject but she just sat there and waited for me to continue. "So after his little confession, I guess I talked to him about you and our little business here and well, when it was all said and done, we'd agreed that we would finish up the work he has going now and then we'd each go off and pursue our dreams."
I shivered a little when I said it and Britt threw her arm over my shoulder and snuggled up to me. "Well that's great," she said with just the right degree of encouragement. "It's what you've always wanted, but it sounds like it may have happened kind of suddenly?" God she was good; she should be studying psychology.
"Yeah," I replied as I snaked my arm around her and held her tighter. I kissed the top of her head and the aroma and her mere presence calmed me. "It's gonna take a couple months to finish the jobs we have started and it'll sort of taper off slowly, so I'll have to shorten my hours there and build them up here; scheduling is gonna be a bitch."
"Well that's what I'm here for," she said as she put her hand on my thigh and gave it a little squeeze.
"Yeah, but you start back to school in what, a couple weeks?"
"Yeah, we'll probably get our schedules next week and then if need be, I can look at re-arranging some classes," her hand massaging my thigh.
I put my hand on hers and looked her in the eye; "Okay, but like John, I'm going to insist that your classes come first. If things really pick up, we can hire a bookkeeper or someone to help out. If need be, I guess I could learn some of the other office stuff too."
