"Brick and Mar went to the store; they're going to cook a big breakfast when they get back. They were disappointed in the lack of food in your refrigerator." That was not surprising--Rich and I were not great cooks.
Linda pulled the covers away, sat up, and straddled me, guiding me into her warm, tight box, before lying down on my chest and pulling the covers back up over us. We loved this position, especially in the morning. It was much less me driving in and out of her and more her grinding into me. Part of it was her-on-top-and-me-on-the-bottom, part her-clit-in-constant-contact-with-my-stomach, and part her-super-sensitive-nipples-rubbing-roughly-against-my-chest.
We had started waking up half an hour earlier, so we didn't have to rush, and could let our passion slowly build as we began to fully wake up, kisses starting out gently and gradually increasing in intensity. It was definitely more about making love than animal lust. At least, that's how it would start; we're only human, after all. Eventually, the grinding would become fucking, and I would begin thrusting deeply, as she slammed down to meet me, and she would raise up enough for the Nipple Whisperer to do his part to bring the show to a mind-bending climax, Linda screaming as quietly as possible, if that makes sense; my moans and grunts less audible. Rich would hear us next door, certainly, as did Linda's roommate when we were in her apartment. We did try, though, which should count for something, right?
Linda hopped up and headed for a shower as I recuperated. Thirty seconds after the shower started, Rich came in and closed the door, looking in my direction, but avoiding eye contact-- nervous as the cat with the tail and the chair...I can't remember how it goes, exactly. Nervous.
"Dude, I have so many questions," I said, though I was hard-pressed to articulate them.
"I know, man. Listen, we will talk, I promise, but after the girls leave, okay?" he looked like something was going to reach out and smack him...or maybe someone, a tall blonde woman, perhaps.
"Okay, Rich. Anything I should know now, while they are here?"
"Um, I don't know what Mum...I mean Sharon, might make me do. Just roll with it and we will deal with it after they leave, okay? Please, man?"
"No problem, dude. It might get weird, but you're my best friend, and still will be when they leave tomorrow evening, no matter what. Uh, dude, are you wearing panties?" I asked.
At that, Rich turned and bolted from the room. I laughed until I cried, though I did have the decency to put a pillow over my face first. This was shaping up to be a very weird day.
After Linda was finished, I hopped in the shower and got myself together, it was just after ten-thirty and the girls were in our laughably small kitchen, cooking and laughing as I folded the laundry and went in to say good morning. Rich was nowhere to be found and the bedroom door was closed. Mar was putting biscuits in the oven as I came up behind her and squeezed an ass cheek, receiving a giggle and a slap at my hand in return. I moved over to Sharon and hugged her from behind, my hands 'accidentally' grabbing her ample tits.
"Good morning to you too, Tony," she laughed.
I slid behind Linda, who was scrambling some eggs, kissed her cheek, and whispered in her ear, "Good morning, my love. You were wonderful this morning," as she leaned into me, smiling.
"Go away and let us cook, Tone."
"Tony, go check on Rich, please, and make sure everything's all right," Sharon asked.
"Sure thing," I replied, going over to knock on his bedroom door and entering. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, panties the only thing he had on (Sharon's, I assumed), staring at the floor. I closed the door and sat down next to him, my hand lightly rubbing his back. "You okay, dude?"
"This is crazy, man, I don't know if I can do this. When it was just Sharon and me, that was one thing, and I got carried away. It was fantastic, the best day and night of my life, no question, but now, with you and Linda and Mar, I don't know if I can go out there. I don't really know them at all, and I don't know what Sharon is going to want to do today and if I can do it, if I want to do it," he said, shaking.
My mind flashed to the hazing, sitting beside KJ, scared and nervous. "Just breathe, Rich," I said, pulling him into a side hug. "It's okay, dude, I get it, seriously. Listen, everybody out there is in sweats, getting ready for a nice breakfast, great opportunity to get to know everyone a little better. As for what comes next, we'll make sure there are ground rules and if there is anything you don't want to do, we won't do it, period."
Rich nodded, taking a shaky breath. "You're right, I trust you and you trust Linda, and Linda trusts Sharon, so I trust her as well. It's just, Sharon can get me to do things..." he trailed off.
I smiled. "Let's start with getting some clothes on and eating breakfast, okay? Where are your sweats?" I asked, opening a drawer and looking down at several pairs of lacy panties. "Are these yours?" I asked, surprised.
"Shit." I heard Rich mutter. "Yeah, I, uh..."
"Doesn't matter," I said, opening another drawer and finding some sweats. "Here, put these on, and let's eat," tossing him some clothes. Once he was dressed, I opened the door, grabbed his reluctant hand, and pulled him toward the kitchen.
"Where's our food, wenches!" I said loudly, receiving cackles, a thrown dish towel, and three fingers in reply.
"Good morning, Pet. Would you please set the table?" Sharon said to Rich, smiling sweetly.
"Yes, Mum," he replied, as she pulled him close and kissed him softly, them beaming at each other, and I swear you could see his tension melt away at her touch.
We settled around our small dining room table, piled high with biscuits, gravy, eggs, orange juice, and coffee. We only had four chairs, so Rich sat on Sharon's leg, her arm around his waist and everyone dug in. The food was delicious and talk was minimal, though I did notice Sharon feeding Rich, whose sweats were tenting from the attention. When we were finished, Rich and I cleared the table, cleaned up the kitchen, and washed the dishes as the ladies retired to the living room, the musky aroma of weed filling the small apartment. I flipped the exhaust fan on and went in and opened the window a fraction, cold February air blowing in...I hate the smell of weed.
Back in the kitchen, I asked Rich how he was doing. "Listen," he said nervously, "I may have mentioned a fantasy to Sharon yesterday that, um, well, involves you. Uh, if she, um..." and trailed off, focused intently on scrubbing a pan.
I leaned down and whispered to him, "Dude, there are three beautiful, sexy women fifteen feet away, and an attractive guy right next to me that has been my best friend for, like, ten years, that I love and care about. If some freaky shit goes down the next thirty hours or so, I'm definitely okay with that," reaching a hand down and caressing an ass cheek and kissing his neck softly. "Okay?" I asked.
Rich leaned into me and nodded, "Thanks, Tone."
"Good, let's finish and then get high," I said. Ten minutes later we joined the ladies in the living room, sitting on the couch with Mar in the middle, shotgunning weed. I sat on the floor between Linda and Mar, one of their calves on my shoulders, contentment settling over me. Rich was in front of Sharon's spread legs on the couch, nestled in her arms. Thirty minutes later, we were all horny and feeling giddy. We also discussed safe words and reassured Rich that saying 'No' was completely acceptable.
"Rich, because I trust each of them completely, I feel powerful in giving myself to them, to submitting to them. They are not taking control...I am giving them control. And if I ask for that control back, I trust them to give it. There are, let me see (my ability to do math seriously diminished), ten tits, five asses, three pussies, two cocks, and five mouths in this room. I'm pretty sure we can find something to do that will satisfy everyone," I said, giggling.
Mar climbed down into my lap, shotgunning more sweet smoke into my lungs as we molested each other, Linda's tongue finding its way into my ear. This was the first time I had been around a high Heartbreaker, and I had never seen her this uninhibited, pulling on my sweatpants as she tried to work hers down simultaneously, which just made me giggle, which made Linda, watching from the couch, giggle above me, her hand idly playing with my hair.
Mar huffed, which was just about the cutest thing I'd ever seen, and looked at me, "Help me, Daddy," she said, so I lifted my hips and slid my sweats under my hips so she could pull them down and off. I had not bothered with underwear, reasonably sure they would just get in the way, and saw that Mar had done the same, her snow-white skin contrasting with her red sweats. She ripped her shirt off, no bra, and settled between my legs, "Finally," she giggled and sighed, her mouth moving in to lick and suck on my balls.
"Oh, that's nice, baby," I sighed, my head leaning back against the couch, Linda turning my head and kissing me aggressively, moaning into my mouth. I reached a hand up to the back of her head, pulling her in deeper, and moaning back.
