Author's Note: Every once in a while, I like to reset the story and catch up with our main characters. This chapter is a series of vignettes focusing on John and his individual relationships with Kat, Jess, Rita, and Katie. So, in a way, it's like four brief chapters strung together.
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When I got back from my psychedelic retreat with Juliet and Melanie, the girls and I prioritized something we hadn't been great about when we spent time in LA. We took a couple weeks to simply be a normal family. We didn't indulge in the lifestyle that surrounded us. I went to work like a normal breadwinner. The girls fell into a routine of family time, tennis, and cooking. Jess and Kat had taken an interest in creating their own marijuana edibles, mostly based on skillfully rendered cannabutter. They provided us with a sumptuous range of weed treats like brownies and chocolate chip cookies that were ridiculously delicious.
Jess carved out one night a week for Manny, intent on keeping up his role as a boyfriend. They spent the night at hotels together, and it appeared to put her in high spirits to have an outlet for her darker tendencies. She spent plenty of time at the Daydream office, but she was present and happy when at home.
Daydream Pictures was ascending rapidly in the world of porn. Their first full-length feature release had made a huge splash, not only for the torrid performances by Kayla and Manny in their scene, but also regarding the electric chemistry shown by Kim and Ginger in their girl-on-girl scene, and the sexual prowess demonstrated by Patrick and Tommy in their smut screen debuts. Jess wanted to capitalize on the momentum, so she and Kayla already had sketched out plans to push out two sequels in the next month. The fast production times astounded me, particularly compared with the durations of the major projects we were undertaking at Petey's company.
Part of the time over their two weeks we spent helping Crystal and Jason look at houses. They were serious about spending more time in California and thought a small place near the beach would suit them perfectly. Crystal could start taking some appointments in LA, too, and was grooming Bianka to run the show at the Houston Hooker House when she was gone.
We also had preparations for our own move to make. Although, our plan wasn't to take too much from the Hollywood Hills house to the new one next to Juliet. We were just going to outfit it from scratch. The girls went on constant shopping sprees looking for furniture, rugs, accessories, and everything else to deck out our new home. They threw themselves into it with unprecedented gusto, spending buckets of money on a daily basis. Rita's organizational skills were invaluable in ensuring as much as possible would be delivered just after closing, so we could transition into it almost immediately. They tasked Katie with planning a housewarming party, which made her feel included and deeply happy.
The five of us started a new tradition, too, rotating date nights together to ensure that we maintained our individual connections. We committed to one date night every two weeks, and the girls also started doing girls' nights every few weeks. And it occurred to me that all the routine we were establishing meant we needed to be more stationary or risk upsetting it. We thrived being creatures of habit, and with the new house on the horizon, I understood we might be putting Houston in the rearview, maybe even for good.
Juliet and Melanie jetted off for a week in Mexico on a kind of couples' retreat, and now I understood beautifully why they wanted to spend the time together. Their relationship was blooming faster than yeast in warm water, and it was clear they were determined to ride the wave no matter if the places it took them became increasingly serious.
For the first time in months, life seemed to slow down a little bit. Routine felt good. We established a new normal. Again. Having some time to take stock of where life had taken us, where it was going, and where we stood for the time being, frankly, was a relief. I called it the Ferris Bueller principle. We had to stop and look around once in a while, and things were so good, I didn't want to miss them.
Routine also gave us the opportunity to indulge in spontaneity, which is something that Rita and I in particular had always enjoyed.
And that's how, one perfect May afternoon, I found myself with one foot steadying me on a rock formation about two feet off the ground and my other foot planted firmly in the sand. I was in one of the most secluded caves at Bronson Canyon near Griffith Park, and only the billowing red floral skirt hiked up around Rita's hips concealed the fact that my cock effortlessly glided in and out of her perfect cunt.
"You are so fucking wet, baby," I said, my breathing increasing in rapidity.
"I crave this," Rita said, grinding back against each thrust.
"From the first time I ever touched you," I said, "I've been obsessed with you. It has never waned even for a moment."
"Fuck me baby," she said. "Put that baby-making sperm inside me."
"Jesus," I mumbled.
Rita had been teasing me all day. It started when she gave me maybe thirty seconds of a blow job while I was in the shower before getting ready and continued with her coming back from the restroom at lunch and passing me her soaking wet panties under the table. She had spread her legs in the car and splayed her lips for me, showing how flushed her pretty pink flesh was and how far she could pull the sticky strings of arousal with her fingers. The simple memory of that, along with our present, precarious position, was enough to get me off quickly. Rita hadn't even cum, but he begged me nonstop to put my cum in her.
"Sometimes I just want to be your cum dumpster," she said with desperation in her voice.
That was all it took. I pushed my cock as far inside as I could and let the jet propulsions of sperm bathe my beloved Rita's pussy. She gasped with satisfaction as she felt the virile, warm fluid spread across her. And then my foot slipped, almost knocking us over. We heard footsteps and hurriedly put ourselves back together. Rita turned around and kissed me with such fire, it made me lightheaded.
"I needed that so badly," she said.
"Me, too," I said.
We slipped our hands together, and she gave mine a firm squeeze.
"Nothing makes me feel closer to you," she said.
As we took a half-dozen steps out of the cave, we passed another couple out for a daytime hike. We had finished just in time. We laughed when we were safely past them. It was a short walk back to the car. Rita slid into the front seat and purred quietly as the engine roared to life. She kept her skirt hiked up higher than it needed to be. It was a short drive home, and when I pulled into the drive, Rita put her arm across me as a signal not to open the door.
"Just a second," she said.
She opened her door and carefully lifted her butt off the seat. Left behind was an impressive puddle of cum that had leaked out of her.
"One more surprise," Rita said with a mischievous look I knew so well.
She bent over and licked the supple Nappa leather until it was clean, leaving only a light sheen of saliva behind.
"Dirty girl," I said.
She swallowed and smiled.
"Your dirty girl," she said.
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"Are you happy?" I asked Katie, who had just come downstairs following a post-tennis shower.
She smiled at me, that slightly crooked smile she gave when she was amused. She wore a skimpy white bikini and was ready to go for a swim.
"Of course I'm happy," she said, the hint of southern drawl revealing itself.
"I mean it," I said. "Sometimes I think ... all of this happened so suddenly."
"What, you mean how you four rescued me?" she said.
"I don't know about that, but when I care about someone," my voice trailed off.
"I'm so happy," she said. "And it's not just you. It's Kat and Jess and Rita, too. I feel surrounded by love."
I leered at her tits, which looked like they might pop out from the taut fabric any moment. Her nipples were plainly visible. She caught me.
"Are you happy?" Katie said, exhibiting one of my favorite qualities about her. She loved to banter with me and would throw difficult questions back in my face.
"How could I not be?" I said, holding my arms up and gesturing to the house around us. My eyes never left her tits.
"I can think of one reason," Katie said, her voice turning playful. "You haven't fucked me in two days."
