Author's Note: Thanks for your patience in waiting for this chapter. It's pretty long, and it's filled with action. This will give you a decent idea of where we need to push the story in this book, but I anticipate a lot of adventures to come! Keep the feedback coming -- it's been amazing and very helpful.
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The weekend with Kat had been a playful fantasy. But, as the four of us discussed it afterward, we realized it as a more structured outlet for our desires. In the past, we had frequently enough partaken in group sex, but it was always in the context of an orgy or other setting without regulation. It was, frankly, out of control and unbridled, which had been fun. But I realized, and the girls realized, that we had reached a point where a bit more structure was more amenable to good decision-making. And, as Kat had pointed out, it was something the four of us could do together.
We didn't have a chance to talk about it more than conceptually because real-life got busy again. The Oscars ceremony was closing in and only a couple weeks away now. Juliet grew increasingly anxious about it. Apart from the stressful decision of what dress to wear -- and every designer in the world was pestering her to wear one of their gowns -- she hadn't ever been under such a microscope before. The interview requests from media all over the world came fast and furious. It felt like every minute of her life was more scripted than before.
That made our weekly Wednesday lunches even more of an essential escape. We sat by the pool at Kelly's house, smoking marijuana from a psychedelic-colored glass bowl. It was a welcome, slow afternoon. We had made love tenderly as soon as we arrived, but then Juliet seemed a bit detached. Her mind was elsewhere. So I suggested we smoke and relax by the pool.
"Thanks for keeping it low-key today," Juliet said as I sparked up the bowl.
I took a hit and passed it and the lighter to her.
"I can't even imagine what your schedule has been like," I said, exhaling a plume of acrid smoke.
"Most of the time, I feel like I don't know which direction I'm going!" she said, holding the weed smoke for a long time. "Thank god for good pot. It mellows me out so much."
"I like watching you smoke it," I said.
"You like watching anything I do," she said with a roll of her eyes.
Juliet never failed to verbally joust with me. It was part of her greatest appeal. We relaxed by the pool and leisurely smoked through two bowls. I could feel the tension recede from inside her, and it made me even more relaxed. Finally, after a prolonged silence, Juliet spoke up. It almost started me, we had been just enjoying each other's presence so much.
"So, John," she said, "we should talk about the Oscars."
"What do we need to talk about?" I asked. "Sorry if I'm slow, but this kind of international celebrity is new to me."
Juliet laughed.
"Stephen is back from Italy," she said. The words hung there like the morning ocean fog. "You probably figured this out already, but he's my date for the ceremony."
"Of course," I said without flinching. I had expected this. "I'm not surprised. I'm not disappointed. I'm not jealous."
"I know," Juliet said, smiling warmly.
She handed me the bowl. I lit up while she talked.
"It's just this huge event, and everyone expects it," she said. "And Stephen thinks I really have a chance to win, which is totally insane, but he said he's talked to some of his friends in the Academy who just raved about the movie. I just. Look, John, I don't want to disappoint you."
I grinned at Juliet. This was a far cry from the girl who, when I first met her, casually said she wouldn't mind if our paths crossed again. She was being so sweet and considerate. She was discounting that I understood the situation and our status vis-a-vis one another.
"Sweetheart," I said, looking at her through stoned eyes, "you have never disappointed me. You've been completely open about how this thing -- whatever you want to call it -- works. Some of it's new to me, which of course requires an adjustment. But, at the core, I get it. You don't have to apologize. I do appreciate when you're open with me, so just know there's nothing I can't handle."
"Thank you," Juliet said.
I nodded.
"I mean it," she continued. "You're one of the very few people who hasn't ever tried to make all kinds of demands on me. All of you. I feel like I'm just one of the gang when we're together."
"Well, don't let that give you the impression that you aren't special," I said flirtatiously.
Juliet passed the bowl back to me and rolled over on her lounge chair, positioning herself on top of me.
"I want you to lie back and smoke," she said slowly. "And I'm going to suck that beautiful dick until you nut in my mouth. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
I refilled the bowl while Juliet put her hair up in a sloppy ponytail. She looked at me with her icy blue eyes, which gushed with admiration. There was an intimacy between us that I never expected. Our weekly lunches, in particular, had become an escape to normalcy for her. It tightened the bond between us.
Juliet's mouth swallowed my cock and began a slow blow job. She was showing just how much she could savor sucking me off. I let my mind drift, enjoying the weed as I smoked, and the ministrations of my Hollywood rising star's tongue. I closed my eyes, and it felt like I was floating above my own body. This really was La-La Land. I couldn't believe my good fortune. And I couldn't hold back my excitement. It caught me off guard, but I couldn't control myself once she started to lick my balls.
"Fuck, babe, I'm going to cum," I warned her.
With a little yelp of glee, Juliet fixed her mouth to the tip of my cock and sucked while she jerked my shaft. This was one of those rare instances where I came more on my second shot than my first. My balls erupted with sperm, and they were all vacuumed up by Juliet's greedy mouth as she sucked them down into her belly as if she were starving. She lifted her mouth off me, panting, when I had finished cumming.
"Fuck, babe," she said, parroting my warning, "that was so much. God, your cum tastes so good."
She laid her head on my chest, and we let the LA sun beat down on our naked bodies. The waterfall trickling into the pool was the only sound that resonated in my ears.
"So you're really good with the Oscars thing?" she asked.
"Of course," I said, stroking her hair.
