Chapter 3- Date Night!
The next few weeks after Vegas seemed to fly by, and it all seemed like a dream. I found my footing, and fell into a routine of living with Andrea and Devon. After Vegas Andrea acted like everything that happened; the drinking, the incestuous kissing games, her proposal of a ménage a trois between me, her, and Devon, my accidentally fucking Mary and Abigail, and her and Devon's accidentally fucking Henry; none of it happened. I, on the other hand, couldn't forget it at all, and like a cocaine addict trying to stop cold turkey, I wanted more. More of Birgitte, more of Mary, and more of Abigail. My desire was so acute my body shook, and my mind quaked with want. It was a good thing they lived halfway across the state!
Days turned into weeks as Devon and I made several more trips to what was now her ex's house and finished moving all of the furniture out, and boxing up all of the china, silverware, and décor she claimed was hers. It was as we were packing the towels and draperies that she announced loudly, "I'll burn in hell before I let Bruce and Fiona live in and enjoy the love nest I spent so much time and effort making for us!"
Devon drew out every syllable of Fiona's name like a viperous curse.
"If Fiona and Bruce want to enjoy a love nest then they will have to make it themselves!" She finished as the packing tape shrieked in protest as she used more strength than was absolutely necessary to tape the box.
Looking up at her without raising my head, I watched her work through her feelings and let her be. When she started crying I moved over to her and wrapped her in a tight hug and whispered, "Bruce is a fool. You are so beautiful. You're ten times the woman this Fiona is, and I hope you know that I love you..."
Sniffling, she gave a soft chuckle as she wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. She was all over the place emotionally. Laughing. Crying. Giggling. Sobbing. I held her through it all and gently ran my hands from the small of her back to her shoulder blades. It didn't feel right to take advantage of her emotional turmoil by making her feel like all I wanted to do was cop-a-feel.
We stood there for a long time. It was a good thing that Bruce was gone for the day, and so was Fiona.
At length, after Devon had a good cry, and her nerves were settled. It was she that made the first move. She lowered her hands from my back to my bum, and looked up at me through wet lashes, from behind puffy eyelids, with a swollen and pink nose drippy with tears, and a tear streaked face as her plump bottom lip quivered as she asked demurely, "Will..."
She stopped and swallowed, then began again, "Will you make love to me?"
It was the one sentence, the one request, I had been waiting for. I felt hopeless. Unable to help, unable to sooth her was breaking my heart, but I didn't know what to do. What I could say, that would take her pain away, but this, this I could do!
Without a word I pulled her in for a fierce kiss where I ate up her lips, sucking first her top lip between mine, and then her bottom lip as I pushed her back. Carefully I walked her backwards across the living room to the couch, and as she sat down I pulled her t-shirt over her head exposing her taut, perky little B's as she laid back. Next, I bent over and I grabbed the elastic waistband of her sweat pants and fumbled to catch her thong panties before snatching them down her thighs to her knees. She lifted one foot and then the other and I pulled off her sneakers. I left her footies on her feet, but then grabbed her sweat pants and panties and finished pulling them off.
Lying there naked, stretched out halfway across the couch with one leg raised up and propped on the arm while the other foot rested on the floor, I knelt before Devon like she was a goddess that I was paying homage to. Part of me thought, "Yes, but, she's not your goddess, is she?"
I leaned in between her thighs. I raised my gaze up to her piercing blue eyes and she gave an adoring smile before biting her bottom lip, and then I slowly admired her body. The beautiful pink peaks of her breasts. The ribs of her slim chest. The landscape of her waist and belly. The small tear shaped depression of her navel, and beneath the supple round hill of her lower belly. The sloping curves of where her belly met her thighs and pubic mound, and the jutting ridges of her hip flares. The smoothness of her pale white skin, and the slight pinking of it upon reaching her labia.
I moved in closer and Devon spread herself further apart for me. The movement opened her pussy like a blooming flower. Devon had small, delicate inner labia that glistened with her nectar. Above I found a small bud that was the right area for her clitoris, but until I could fully arouse her, it was a question mark as to whether I had it between my lips or not. Her vulva was pretty.
I had conversations with Andrea about oral, and pussy, and whether her pussy was pretty or not. My reply had been that I didn't think that there ever was a pussy that wasn't pretty, but she had shaken her head and firmly informed me that there was and she wanted to know if hers was pretty, or pretty ugly! Honestly, even if her pussy was ugly I never would have told her so. Thankfully though, as I had admired Andrea's so too I admired Devon's which was a near twin.
Devon's pussy was perfect!
Licking my way down her vulva I delved my tongue deep inside and withdrew only after smearing my face, and drinking up her nectar like it was ambrosia from the gods themselves. I spent a lot of time licking up and down her vulva. Nipping and nibbling on her labia, inner and outer. Biting and licking her baby smooth pubic mound. And then I worked on her clit. I sucked, and rubbed, and nibbled, and probed until Devon was breathing hard and her hips, belly, and thighs quaked, quivered, and shuddered. I tormented her with my tongue until she was laughing and crying, shrieking and sighing, and then she gasped!
Her legs tightened around my head. Her hand flew to my forehead and pushed away, and then she grabbed my hair and pulled me back in. She gasped, and squealed, and as I bit her clit she tilted her hips and squirted all of her joy, all of her euphoria, all of her arousal into my mouth.
I drank it up! I drank her up like I was a man stranded in a desert for weeks and dying of thirst!
"Fuck me!" She growled above me as the peak of her orgasm passed and she was able to speak again.
Crawling up her body, she tore at my clothes like an animal. But she was in a hurry. She settled for my shirt being open but not off, and my pants were unbuttoned, unzipped, and along with my underwear pushed just below my bum. She clawed at my cock and balls to free them, and then she was pulling me to her and forcing my head inside her vagina with an exultant sigh.
She laid back and smiled up at me as I finished sliding my dick all the way inside and then I paused as I felt my head press against her cervix. It felt different this time. A hard mound with a slightly scratchy top. I didn't always hit it, and even when I did, I didn't even always know I was, but this time I did and it was almost... unpleasant. Rotating my hips changed my position inside her and the unpleasantness disappeared.
Leaning down I kissed Devon as I started fucking my dick inside her. Slowly at first, but with every withdrawal and insertion my pace sped up. Devon was happy with it. Her mouth was open. Her brow furrowed almost as if she were in pain. Her eyes were closed tight, and she kept smiling and biting her bottom lip. Leaning back, I wrapped my arms under and around her thighs and I lifted Devon's hips and ass up until only her shoulders and head were on the couch, and I slammed my root into her like I was trying to split her in two!
As my climax peaked, so did hers again, and again, and again. Devon wailed so loudly and for so long I was sure she had no air left in her lungs. Nervously I thought she was so loud the neighbors may have heard and the police might have been called. When I finally slammed inside Devon for the last time I was breathing so loud, and my heart was pumping so hard that it was all I could hear.
Devon was in no better shape.
We made love again after that three more times. None of them were the same as the first though, which might have been a good thing.
Later that afternoon, slowly, at length, we packed up all the rest of Devon's possessions and we moved them to a rented shed.
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A couple more weeks passed by and one morning I got a phone call. Picking it up, I answered, "Residence of Ryan, Andrea and Devon."
"Ryan! Oh fantastic I got you on the first try," I knew her voice immediately. It was Mary, and she was calling for me specifically.
"What's up," I replied, and was going to finish with naming her "Mary", but before I finished she hissed in my ear, "Don't say my name! I don't want Andrea or Devon knowing I called you!"
"Oh, okay," I said as my brows furrowed. Why would Mary be calling me? She never called me. At least, not to speak to me. We spoke often enough sure, but it was only in passing before handing the phone to Andrea, and more recently Devon.
"What's going on? Is something wrong?" I asked, my voice colored with concern.
