*** Authors Note: Part 5 obviously picks up where Part 4 left off. While I make the suggestion to read from the beginning, a couple of refresher notes:
Characters previously introduced:
Phil - Main protagonist. Wealthy 40-something white male who reshaped his entire life following a workplace accident. Has had a lifelong tendency to act rather impulsively, sometimes with mixed results.
Stacy - Originally, Phil's physical therapist. Runs a personal training practice out of the on-site gym in the building they all live in.
Karen - Originally, Stacy's roommate.
Katie - Karen's daughter.
Paul - Phil's live-in personal assistant who disappeared mysteriously, most likely robbing Phil of all his possessions in the process. A minor character at most.
Phil, Stacy and Karen decided to move in together. With the upcoming addition of Katie, Phil purchased their building(s) and they all moved again into an entirely new space which they just "christened" with a bit bolder-than-normal-for-Karen-and-Phil sexcapade.
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The next morning I was stirred awake a little bit earlier than usual. Not by sound but by feeling. I lifted the covers to find Karen ringing her tongue around the head of my dick.
"Hey there," I croaked, "good morning?"
"I would say that I am sorry to wake you up but I'm really not. I wanted to thank you."
Neither one of us was nude, but neither one of us was wearing enough to really be classified as clothed either. She in a very thin matching tank top and loose shorts pajama set, me in just a pair of thin cotton boxers, my boner poking out of the front.
I pulled Karen to me so we were more face to face. She wrapped her an arm and a leg over me and snuggled in close.
"How are you feeling?" I really hadn't had a chance to talk to just her about what happened yesterday.
"Good. I am nervous about work and anxious for Katie to be moving in but am still good overall."
"Good to hear," I responded. "Not exactly what I had in mind when I asked, but that is good nonetheless."
"Oh, yeah, that," she chuckled, "I can be a bit slow on the uptake sometimes." She paused for a moment before continuing. "I'm a bit sore. Not painfully so, just something I noticed when I got up this morning. How about you?" She had already wrapped her delicate fingers around me and was helping to maintain the circulation of a single appendage.
"Not sore, but feeling different. Wearing that cock ring was not like anything I have done before. I am glad I did, don't get me wrong, there is absolutely no way I would have been able to last that long without it. Just not sure it is for me every time."
"I absolutely agree. I felt things last night that I didn't know I could feel. When I finally came I thought I was going to pass out. I don't want to take away any one bit from that. Just not sure my body or mind would be able to handle it every time. Physically, I was spent."
"Well, I am glad you enjoyed it. It certainly seemed like you did in the end."
"How about you? Was the same type of over the top high?"
"Actually, I don't think I ever actually came per se. I had something close to an orgasm for what seemed to be quite a long time, but I was so numb at that point I couldn't feel much."
"I kinda' thought so," she said. "When we were in the shower and washing up nothing came out of me."
My dick was now quite hard.
"Stacy already left for work. You okay with what I was doing? I feel it is the least I can do for you."
"Well, one, yes, absolutely. Two, you don't have to do anything for me. The pleasure is always mine."
Karen pulled the covers back off of both of us and slipped my boxers off down my legs. Before she got started though I insisted on my own provisions. First, I had her get nude. Second, I was not the only one to get some action. She was worried at first, hinting that she might be a bit too tender but I assured her my therapy would be appreciated.
And with that we spent the morning in a pleasant 69. True to my word, I was gentle in my actions and her slow-approach orgasm was an indication that my touch was appropriate. True to her word, she thanked me in a way that words could not necessarily achieve and my orgasm, most likely pent up from the prior day, was a load off (no pun intended) I have difficulty explaining. In reality, it was a renewal of the vanilla experiences we had been sharing up until the prior night but had not fully appreciated. The only difference was that there was somehow a greater thankfulness for the simple pleasure of the actions and company of one another.
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Moving day came.
It was mildly anticlimactic as Katie didn't really have that much in the way of belongings. Nonetheless, Karen took charge of the entire situation. For her own part, she was starting work the next day. She told her boss that she might as well hold off starting again until after moving day and he agreed as to not disrupt the office multiple times. Stacy and I weren't actually able to be there for the ceremonial first time Karen and Katie walked through the door but we all agreed that we would all have a nice dinner at home the very first night.
I was busy meeting with contractors. The time had come to not only get started working on our (hopefully) permanent home but also the other floors of the building. Thankfully, I wasn't totally alone as I had maintained a few of the staff that had been employed by the previous owners for general maintenance. They had also employed a building manager, a woman who was so incredibly rude and obnoxious to me upon our introduction it wasn't difficult for me to let her go right on the spot. The downside was it left me alone in working with the contractors and workers that would be in and out of the building and on the phone. I was invigorated with energy at the prospect of it but also knew from experience that hiring additional help would be mandatory in the relatively near future.
It was well past 6 when I was finally able to break away. I was pissed at myself because I had told Karen we could do dinner at 6:30 and obviously that was not possible. I ran into Stacy in the hallway on the way to the front door. Same issue. We both felt terrible. Walking in the front door I realized we were saved as Karen and Katie were nowhere to be found. A note in the kitchen said "Went for a walk. Back at 6." Thankfully they lost time the same way that we each did. We flipped a coin for whether we should or not but ultimately decided that, even after losing the toss, we needed to take showers. As it turns out, we were basically dripping wet and caught scurrying out of the locker room when Karen and Katie walked back in the door.
My life, since getting hurt, had included a lot of new experiences. We could now add to that list "being-introduced-to-your-roommate/lovers-21-year-old-daughter-while-only-wearing-a-towel-after-having-just-been-showering-with-a-third-roommate-in-a-communal-shower."
For Katie it appeared to be just another normal day in her life. She immediately gave both Stacy (also only clad in a towel) and myself very tight hugs and gushed over how happy was to meet us and how thankful she was to me for housing her in such a "unique and awesome place."
If she was looking to win some brownie points it was working.
I didn't know how to act or react with Katie there, only being covered by a thin layer of terry cloth, so I excused myself and went to my room to get dressed and returned to find all of the girls deciding that they were going to get dressed and, instead of eating in, were going to head out for dinner.
"Sound good, Phil?"
Sure, I was game.
We went to a local Cuban bistro. It was somewhere in between a dump-dive and hidden foodie mecca but we enjoyed a comfortable, casual meal of Cubano's and other down-home comfort food. We told our backstories to Katie, filling her in on some of the details that Karen maybe had not told her. Obviously not to the granularity of our sexual escapades with one another, but a bit more info than your basic "hello's."
Katie, for her part, was bubbly in her interaction but also seemed far more mature than I was expecting. She engaged in actual conversation. She talked about her life not in reference to parties and friends, but in goals and paths to success. It wasn't until she got up to go to the restroom that Stacy and I were able to say something to Karen.
"That is one fabulous kid you have there, Karen."
"Yeah, I know. Thanks for saying so, she is pretty great. I hate that she has to put school on hold for a year but, on the other hand, I am excited to have her experience real life a bit more before having to get back to it. Plus, I just really like having her around."
Katie was making her way back to the table and it gave me a chance to size her up physically. I felt a little strange doing it as she is Karen's daughter but, then again, I am human after all. She was just as tall as her mom though not quite as curvy, not surprising considering Karen's augmentation and the fact that she was a woman, not a girl. She was slim, though with a curvy set of hips that were slightly wider than her bust. Her face could never compare with Karen but she was very pretty nonetheless. Honestly, if I were her parent, based on how well she appeared to maintain both physically and mentally, I would have been just as proud as Karen.
We finished up dinner and made our way back to the apartment. It was pretty late and all three of the "grown-ups" had to work the next day. It was getting back to the apartment when reality struck as Stacy said she had to go to the bathroom. I was the one who addressed it.
"So, about the bathroom situation here, Katie. Sorry about that. I am working at getting our permanent apartment going but we are still probably looking at a number of months before it is ready. I am sure we can figure out a schedule though to give you some privacy whenever you need it though, the last thing we want is for you to feel uncomfortable in your own home."
"Meh, she's fine," Karen chimed in, harassing her daughter a bit "She can handle it."
"Thanks, Phil," Katie responded. "I appreciate it. But, seriously, the three of you don't need to change anything for me. I am sure that any arrangement you have with each other will be just fine with me. As long as I don't make you uncomfortable I am sure you won't make me."
