Chapter 15
"Moving In"
The week went by quickly because when we weren't at work, we were busy preparing to move and moving. Gladys clearly had the most stuff. I had a good bit to move but nothing like her. She'd been living in the apartment several years and she was, and I don't mean this in a sexist way, a woman after all.
Example: When she looked at my closet with four pair of jeans, 6 pair of Chino slacks—2 navy, 2 light brown and 1 black— and I think 14 shirts. Some long sleeved but the majority short sleeves— 2 shirts were dress, she said, "I guess it's a good thing we bought you some clothes for our date." The shoes were pretty slim also, a pair of running shoes, a pair of sandals, a pair of black dress shoes, and a pair of riding boots. "I guess one box will do for you."
"Nearly. We may just want to leave my kitchen stuff or take it to the domestic abuse shelter", I said.
"My furniture and the refrigerator are about all else. My books are at school."
Debra only had what we had bought her when we met. That would take little room in a single closet.
In our new house there were two closets of good size in the master bedroom. We decided each woman would have one of those assuming that Debra's wardrobe would gradually grow. I would take the closet in the office since it was likely I'd not acquire a lot more clothing. I seldom bought myself anything. When I got the job after my Ph.D., my mom insisted on taking me for some "handsome" clothes.
So we had a plan that included packing and transporting stuff every night. Mine first since we weren't using any of it. Then Gladys's.
We had less frequent sex, but most would have considered it plenty. I woke up every morning hard as a rock and either Debra or Gladys would suck me off, jack me off, or fuck me. I think they jacked me the most because they seemed to take unusual glee in seeing me shoot cum all over me or one of them.
One day Debra crawled over and had me straddle her. She began jacking me off but Gladys asked for her to let her. When I came and shot cum all over Debra's face and breasts, you would have thought we had landed a space ship on Saturn or something. Then Gladys spent the next few minutes taking her time lapping it up. Had we not gone to work, I think Debra would not have taken a shower.
Almost, I think actually, everyday I had one or the other for lunch. We usually shared these one on one interludes but there was no requirement. They never said directly, but I got the feeling they were getting together most days for a 69. While we were working around one of the houses, if I passed one of them in the kitchen, bathroom or some other place where I could lift them onto something, kneel and eat them out, I did so. Sometimes, I initiated and other times one of them did.
Trying to be as efficient as possible, only two of us went to the house to unload while one of us stayed home. That usually also meant a bit of sex play at the house. The whole idea of living together in that beautiful house where we would be free to live inside and out free and naked was probably the most erotic idea in the world right now. Therefore, we pretty much stayed turned on while moving.
By Friday night we had moved everything but the larger furniture and some smaller furniture pieces because I had rented a truck that would accommodate it all. I had also hired two of our maintenance people at the college to help us.
We finished everything by 8, so we took showers and went to Prohibition Kitchen for drinks, some grub and hopefully some dancing. Debra said she knew nothing about dancing except what she had heard about. She was not allowed to dance because her church taught it was a devilish thing to do that led to only one thing—sex.
Debra laughed when she explained the tabu and said, "I guess I've been there so I guess I can dance."
Gladys responded, "Well, if I have anything to do with it, dancing will lead to sex tonight. It'll be with you all or someone else. I hope you are up to it."
I feigned complete shock at her bold idea and said, "If I have anything to do with it, I'll be up to it." We all laughed.
I dressed in slacks, a long sleeve shirt and the jacket they had bought me. They dressed in two very sexy dresses. Both showed a good bit of cleavage, had long sleeves that had been unsewn on the outside and were kept together by rings. The miniskirts flared out slightly from their hips.
We decided to walk the 7 blocks to avoid having to find parking. They wore sensible shoes that were mildly platformed but did not have steep heel.
We walked holding hands. Sometimes I was between them and other times, one or the other of the women would be in the middle. We had been discussing how we would answer prying questions about our relationship and decided to say we got this great deal on a house that was big and needed more than one or two people. There are only two sexes, so we had to have a ménage à trois. We could leave it to them to decide if we were being literal or facetious.
Prohibition Kitchen is a beautifully decorated store intended to reflect a speak easy from the prohibition. Some of the staff wear costumes from that era. It was always busy because it had great bands. One from 6-9 and another from 10 to 1. It was always a great party. The drinks were mixed from scratch and very good by most reviews. Since I am primarily a beer drinker, I can only go on what my friends say. They had some above the norm bar food, a few good entrees and good burgers.
The women seem to really like the big pretzels that are at least 12 inches up and down and side to side. The pretzel is an inch and a half or more thick. I think the women like them because they can imagine a man with a cock at least that big. From what some women say, Jasmine for one, there aren't many men so well endowed. Glad I got the genes.
The band from 10 to 1 turned out to be a great band that played a variety of music for dancing. Gladys and I had a good time dancing and teaching Debra some moves. I took every opportunity to grope them. It was hard not to touch their beautifully displayed breasts.
