Chapter 4
When my eyes opened to the disgustingly beautiful Sunday morning, I had to wonder if I had slept at all. I'd spent all night tossing and turning. Part of me wanted to tell Aurora she could shove her orders, because that's what they were, right up her ass. Part of me said, come on, it's one time and Christina was pretty fucking hot... and if I just did as I was told, then I wouldn't have to worry about what Aurora could or couldn't do.
Was I really such a pushover that at the hint of a threat, I'd just cave and kiss Aurora's boot?
I sighed. Given my track record with Debbie and Kennedy, probably. I hated this. Fucking damnit! I just met a bunch of nice girls, girls that might be as interested in me as I was in them. How was I supposed to look them in the eye as I asked them out knowing there was an entire neighborhood of women who were using me like a human dildo?
I stalled by making myself a nice breakfast and busied myself doing whatever short tasks I could find, but in the end, that was all I was doing, stalling.
"Maybe I just go over and talk. Surely we can be reasonable about this, and who knows, Aurora may think it's best but Christina might just shut it down." I tried to hype myself up. "Besides, maybe Christina won't come over, or comes over in the evening well after I've left."
I tried to at least dress like I was in control. Good jeans, a solid T-shirt... and fresh boxers, just in case.
Finally, having run out of excuses and distractions... I headed over to Aurora's house. I walked past the Stevens' house, around the corner, the short distance down the block to Fortune Lane, where Aurora lived, then down past Amani's house, and finally arrived at my destination.
Her house was nice but fairly generic as 'rich people' houses go. White paint, big windows, and a four-car garage. It was three stories high and had a pretty nice backyard with a basketball court that I'd seen from my windows.
With leaden feet, I trudged up and knocked on the door.
It took what seemed like an eternity for Aurora to answer the door. She wore a yellow dress, with some fashion pattern with white swirls and circles I'd probably never know the name of. The fabric was light and flowy and she was wearing heels, despite it being early and her being seemingly alone.
"I'm glad you made the correct decision." She chastised me. "I feared I might have to jeopardize our cordial relationship, but it seems that won't be an issue. Come in."
She tapped on her phone as I walked in, and I tried not to pay attention to her like I was just here casually.
Her decorations were simple and elegant, with a lot of pictures of what I assumed were her sons, with others who bore a family resemblance.
"Now, don't mistake my presence for acceptance. I'm not some plaything you can pass around." I stubbornly insisted.
Aurora raised a brow but sat, her skirts putting a significant amount of bare leg on display as she spread on the couch.
"Whatever you say." She dismissed and then checked her phone. "Christina is on her way. While we wait... why not give me a peak at the star of the morning's coming activities?"
I stared speechless for a second. "Not content to order me around? You want to humiliate me first?"
"Oh, surely it can't be that humiliating. You must be well endowed, to have charmed Deborah so easily. I'm sure it would save a lot of objections and needless debate if Christina were to walk through the door only to be charmed by your package." Aurora teased. "If you're half as good with it as Deborah says, I'll be needing my turn here soon enough... it has been far too long..."
So much for any hopes of weaseling my way out of that... Why did all these women seem to have zero shits to give about whether or not I wanted to be passed around by every woman in the neighborhood?
"Why so glum?" Aurora teased. "Surely I still have... some appeal...?"
She lifted her skirts until her full thighs and the sexy dome of her hip were on display, only the faintest string of a g-string kept her hip from being on display.
I swallowed.
A knock at the door interrupted... whatever Aurora was doing.
With a wry scowl, she released her skirts and stood, her heels clicking as she strutted to the door.
"You said to hurry over? What's this surprise you have for me?" I heard Christina ask.
"Oh, I think you'll find yourself quite invigorated. Come this way." Aurora's voice answered and I heard the click of Aurora's heels and Christina's footsteps as Aurora led Christina away from the room in which I had been left.
I was tempted to leave, but just as I was getting up my courage, Aurora returned.
"Now listen and listen carefully," Aurora instructed with a dangerous tone. "Right now, Christina is trying on a little something I bought her. She will be coming out soon and you WILL be there, and you WILL give her all the praise she deserves. She is stunning and beautiful and deserves to have her body worshiped by a man who treats her right. You WILL be that man, or I will see you regret it."
I swallowed, between the edge in her tone and the steel in her eyes, I found my mouth too dry to do anything but nod.
"Good. Now follow me."
I was led upstairs to a large master bedroom with a huge bed, bigger than my California King by a long shot. The blankets had been stripped, leaving it clear that Aurora intended it to be the site of the impending action. Aurora led me to the bed and sat me down on the edge nearest the door to what I guessed was the bathroom.
"Aurora, this is great and all, but I don't get the point when..." Christina was protesting as she walked out of the bathroom, only to stop her eyes locked on mine.
Now, I'd gotten a pretty good idea what an amazing body Christina had at yoga yesterday, but that 'little something' was a very little bit of lingerie. Every sexy curve and eye-catching divot on her body was on perfect display as the black lace accentuated her form. The lace barely concealed any part of her luscious C-cup breasts, and I could see at least half of her pink areolas, and the low top of her panties showed her flawless crotch right up to maybe an inch from where her lips started.
"My God, you are gorgeous." I breathed.
"A-A-Aurora!" Christina stuttered, mortified.
The gleeful woman just took her friend's shoulders and led her slowly to me.
"You see, men are simple creatures. You can protest, say you must be anything but the absolutely ravishing beauty you are, but did you see how fast you made our friend pitch that tent in his pants?" Aurora purred in her friend's ear. "You know you want it. You deserve this after what he did. I promise you're going to love this. Debbie says he is amazing in bed. Let him show you just how irresistible he finds you."
Christina's cheeks were flushed, but as close as she was getting, I could see her nipples hardening and could smell how aroused she was getting as her eyes locked on the bulge in my pants.
"But isn't this..." Christina tried to object, "... I'm still married."
"A technicality." Aurora brushed the objection aside. "You were freed from those bounds the moment he broke his vows with Meiling."
Christina bit her lip seemingly conflicted.
"And don't worry, I have the protection," Aurora assured her.
"What's the point?" Christina lamented. "At this point, I'm sterile and we both know it. Six years of trying and nothing, if I'm doing this, I might as well enjoy it to the fullest."
And with that, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on me, her soft supple lips melting into mine, holy shit, she knew how to kiss!
"You promise you're doing this because of me, not because Aurora put you up to it," Christina asked, breaking the kiss.
Any resistance I'd had to what I was about to do had disappeared the moment I saw her in this outfit.
"There's nothing I'd rather do right now than try and prove to you just how amazing you are," I whispered back.
"Then do it."
I pulled her in close and held her, kissing her with the passion she had brought. She showed herself to be drawn in, straddling my lap and feeling the closeness.
Wordlessly, Aurora pulled my shirt off so the only break to our kissing was to allow my shirt to be pulled over my head. Now, bare chest pressed against her, I could feel the softness of her skin against my chest.
I kissed her neck gently, savoring the feel of her skin. Christina let out a pleased groan as I did so and my hands found her assets, my left hand feeling the supple firmness of her ass as my right hand found the willing flesh of her breast. I continued to kiss her neck as her response told me she loved that, and she pushed her ass into my hand encouraging me to appreciate it. I needed no encouragement to enjoy her breasts.
I twisted and laid her on the bed, still massaging and caressing her body as I kissed and nibbled on her neck. Christina was fully lost in the throes of passion, moaning and writhing as her body responded to my touch.
Aurora assisted again, undoing my pants and stripping me from the waist down.
I finally lowered my mouth, kissing her collar and down toward the magnificent orbs of her breast. The lace bra was elastic and moved aside to allow me to kiss, lick, and generally worship her breasts.
"Oh, don't stop." She begged.
"How could I stop? Your breasts are heavenly. I could do this all day!" I groaned around a mouthful of her nipples.
A moan drew my attention to Aurora. The woman had thrown off her dress, panties, and bra, and was fingering herself with her middle and ring fingers as she tweaked her nipples watching us.
