This story embellishes on several characters introduced in my story "The Loving Porn Queen" (see Chapters 4 and 5 especially). I dedicate this to all the Pixies I have known and loved. Of course, I encourage you to read the earlier chapter to this story so you'll better understand what's happening and who's who. Enjoy, vote and please comment.
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I felt extremely comfortable waking up naked with the Pixie cradled in my arms. Sunlight streamed in the window of her bedroom. She was still asleep. I kissed her tousled hair and pulled her closer to me. My God she had an exciting body, yet so did Joy my other love interest. They were significantly different but each excited and aroused in their own way and I loved them both dearly and without bias.
I gently slid from around Mel and lowered myself down her body. I draped one of her sexy legs over my shoulder and lightly ran my tongue around the outside of her mons. I could watch her autonomic responses as various muscle groups automatically relaxed or engaged.
I lightly flicked the very tip of her clitoris. An almost inaudible moan came from the Pixie. I licked her entire slit, still moist with the juices from our intercourse the night before and again in the middle of the night. I didn't care. She tasted divine and I wanted her again and again.
I focused on her clit, trying to suck on the little stub just the way she could suck on my cock, only in miniature. I noted that I sported a significant hard-on by this time. As I sucked I watched Mel's eyes flutter open.
"Oh, Doug, I'll give you all morning to stop that. Hell, all day!" The initially sleepy voice gave way to one more impassioned as she spoke.
I nodded and thrust some fingers into her as I continued to eat her. She spoke again, "Oh, you are going to make Katie so happy to meet you tonight. Dan is nowhere near as adept as you are at eating pussy -- or even just making love. She confided in me that she hopes he'll learn something from the two of us. I might add that you'll love her taste. She's divine. Plus she's right, he needs some tutoring in lovemaking."
I came up over Mel and sank my rod into her tunnel. We worked at our lovemaking only briefly before we both came.
"So what's your plan for today," I asked a few minutes later as I held Mel in a loving embrace.
"Completely open," she said. "Except I'd like to keep fucking you every opportunity I get."
"Sounds like a plan to me," I replied. After a pause I suggested, "Between main events I'd like to see Rockport and Gloucester if we have time and take some pictures; you know, do touristy things for a couple of hours. I'd also like to go to some big and relatively new apartment complexes and take a look at some of their units. I want to get some ideas for work."
"Both easily arranged," Mel answered as she ran her fingers through my chest hair. "You know you are so manly." She kissed me. "And we should take a shower -- together."
"What will your parents think," I asked, ignoring the obvious -- the fact that we'd been sleeping together all night long. I wondered if I'd have the tolerance her parents did if my daughter showed up with a boyfriend and proceeded to sleep with him.
Mel pondered my question and answered, "That we're in love and horny, or is it horny and in love. Doesn't matter; same end result. Come on."
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I felt a little sheepish when the two of us finally descended and meandered into the kitchen. Both of Mel's parents were there enjoying coffee and reading the newspaper before they headed off to work.
Mel's Mom spoke first, "Good morning you sleepy heads. I hope you both slept well."
"Good morning," came from her Dad. He shot me a glance that assured me he knew I had violated his daughter at least once sometime during the night. Then again, maybe I just felt guilty.
I mumbled something about sleeping just fine. Unseen, Mel jabbed me in the ribs as she told her parents what our plans for the day were.
"Doug wants to see Rockport and Gloucester, so I thought we'd borrow a car, if that's all right, and go and have lunch there. He wants to take some photos. Then he wants to see some modern apartments similar to the one where we live in Columbus. I told you he's working this summer doing renovations to some of the units, and he wants ideas. He's also going to be the on-premises guy for maintenance once school starts."
Mel's parents talked briefly about how they could arrange their commute so we had a car at our disposal. That problem solved, Mel's Dad engaged me in a discussion about my handyman skills. Soon the two of us were laughing about my inexperience and some of the creative plumbing I'd done the first week. I relaxed a little and the obvious fact that I'd been fucking his daughter seemed to fade from our thoughts.
The day was pristine and perfect for photography. Of course, Mel ended up in most of my photographs. I seemed to have a fixation. We both called Joy while we sat outside at a little bistro but she couldn't talk too long as she was in the midst of preparing for the afternoon wedding she was in. We did telephone kisses and the afternoon returned to just the two of us.
Mel later drove us into Wakefield and Reading and we found two large and new apartment complexes to look at. We pretended like we were imminent renters and went through units of various sizes and floor layouts. I got some wonderful ideas for expanding the available space in some of the units by knocking out full walls and using half-walls or counters as room dividers. I didn't think much of the colors in any of the units we saw; most were all plain white and thus boring. I told Mel about what Joy was doing with color wheels and contrasting walls in the same room. She couldn't wait to see everything.
We got back to Mel's house about five o'clock. Her parents arrived moments later from their nearby jobs. The four of us sat down together and I showed them the hundred or so photos I'd taken that day, including the pictures in the apartments and my ideas for renovations where I was working.
Inside my hormones were raging for a number of reasons. Periodically, when her parents weren't watching or had left the room, Mel plastered her lithe body against mine and laid kiss after hot kiss on me. Further, she reminded me often of how fucking hot her friend Katie was and how I would really enjoy grinding my beef stick -- as she took to calling it that afternoon -- into her nubile body. Occasionally, she would describe how hot I would feel watching Dan's cock surging in and out of her pussy. The way she talked aroused me and I struggled with hiding my hard-on when her parents would reappear.
I told Mel she was raising expectations that Katie wouldn't meet and that I was sure to be disappointed. Further I assured her that no one could measure up to her in so many ways. Mel made me get specific and itemize as many ways that I could. I ran out of praise for the Pixie's many virtues and positive attributes after about five minutes of rapid talking. My God, I'm a good bullshit artist! We both laughed over some of my exaggerated compliments.
As we sat talking to her parents about my carpentry work and Joy's painting, I found that every other second I courted a sexual thought. I wondered that I could even function I was so in heat. I knew what they meant when they say a guy thinks with his dick.
I wondered about my mention of Joy's name, however, they seemed to accept the mention as though it was natural that I shared the same friends as Mel. Her Mom even asked about Joy's use of contrasting colors when I mentioned it. One result was that I promised to e-mail pictures of our new apartment.
Mel's Dad asked me, "What will you and Joy do if Mel doesn't like the new apartment?" It was a question asked with true curiosity yet perhaps a sense of jest. I saw all sorts of land mines in how I answered that question; my brain came to screeching halt and I'm sure I exhibited that deer in the headlight look.
I took the question seriously and my reply seemed to prove something to the three of them sitting there. I told them, "If Mel doesn't like it, the three of us will find something we all like and that's where we'll live."
My knees sort of knocked together. There it was out in the open -- the fact that three of us would live together. All sorts of implications followed from my statement.
The Pixie beamed one of her most radiant smiles at me. She said to her Dad, "That's how we think, because we love each other. But I know that Joy and Doug picked the apartment thinking of how they loved me and so I know I'll really like it."
My knees clanged together even more loudly. The Pixie had put the icing on the cake. Now it was on the table that we not only lived together but that we all loved each other. I knew that both her parents appreciated all the implications of Mel's use of the word "Love".
Her Dad nodded with a sense of finality. Her Mom actually had a tear in her eye. She reached forward and squeezed both our hands and said, "You guys are so nice together -- all of you. Bring Joy the next time you come visit. You can even have the big bed in our room; we'll use the guest room."
I couldn't believe my ears or the implications of all that had just transpired. Mel's Mom had actually said, "We bless your threesome."
I think I stammered out something like, "Oh, sure," and then the conversation migrated back to fixing up apartments and condos as a fulltime business and whether work like that could be viable in a shaky real estate market.
We excused ourselves from dinner with her parents as Mel had made it known that we were 'double dating' with Dan and Katie. No details were provided except that we might 'crash over at Katie's place' if we got too tired after watching four or five movies. I detected a certainty in my not returning to Mel's house that night.
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Katie was a vision of heavenly loveliness -- a mix of the girl next door and seductress. Mel's friend had almost red hair in pageboy haircut complete with big bangs that came down to her eyebrows. Her face was round with a small mouth that held sparkling white teeth that she kept flashing in a beautiful smile. Her blue eyes were offset by a bevy of freckles across her cheeks and up-turned nose that tilted the balance of opinion towards a hometown girl.
