I finally exploded, deep inside her, telling her how fucking hot she was. I came over and over, then stood there, breathing heavily, while my cock enjoyed the sensation of her ass squeezing away at me. She was doing some kind of Kegel exercise, and it was like she was milking me dry.
“Do you like that, lover?” She asked me teasingly. “That was so sweet, I haven’t had a nice dick in my butt for so long. I think I’d like to have you do me like that a little more often. Would you like that baby?”
“Oh fuck. That was intense. So Debbie is up for this?” I asked her, the idea starting to do wonders for my previously wilting cock.
“Absolutely. I’m sure she’ll go for it. I’m telling you, this weekend you better be ready, because she can be VERY convincing.” She was still working my dick with her ass. I don’t even know how she could concentrate on it while talking.
“And if we do this, no teasing right? If I want it, I’m gonna get it?” I didn’t want some bait-and-switch game, getting a little action to start, and soon finding myself in the once-a-month blowjob rut. I had grasped her hips and was making some small in-out movements.
Karen pulled off my semi-hard dick, and turned on the water in the utility sink, wetting some paper towels. She stuck some between her legs, then turned and used a few more on me, cleaning me up.
“Well, I’m pretty sure you’ll get as much as you want, but we can discuss that this weekend. I gotta get home; Debbie picked up Ashley for me, and is expecting me. Plus I want to tell her the plans.”
* * * *
When I saw Karen the next day, she was eager to get me alone to talk. It was driving me crazy. I would normally have had lunch with her, getting my rocks off and finding out the information, but some dingleberry had scheduled a lunch working meeting. It wasn’t until around 3:00 that I was able to get her to go outside with me for a walk. We headed down to the shore-walk, and ambled along.
Karen got straight to the point. “Debbie is SO into this. She was almost crying last night. Don’t be a bastard now and take advantage of her because you know how bad she wants this.”
“Well, Christ! Of course I’m going to take advantage of her.” I told her.
“I don’t mean that. I mean, well, just don’t be mean. She really has been fucked over by the last half-dozen guys in her life. She could use a decent relationship for once.”
“You crack me up. You call this a decent relationship? She doesn’t even know me, and she’ll be my shack-up sweetie just to stay home and have a roof over her head? While you two take turns warming my sheets?” I laughed.
“Don’t be an ass. God! You can be a jerk. Think of how bad her life has been, if this is the greatest thing that has come her way in a long time. She’s been on her own since she was 17, been a mom since she was 20. I’ve had good times and tough times, and I know this can work ’cause you’re really a good guy; poor Deb is just desperate for some stability of any kind.”
I had been thinking about it a lot, wondering mostly how I’d explain living in sin with two single moms to my parents. Then again, they were a long ways away, and I could always claim it was a purely platonic relationship, just renting out rooms.
Just that morning I had set up an appointment with my realtor for that evening to make my formal offer on the house. I was putting almost 30K down on the house, to be able to get into it. I would be almost broke, but I was determined to get me a tax break. And the potential benefits had finally made up my mind for me. But I wasn’t about to let these girls know that. Not yet.
“Listen,” I told her, “I think you know me pretty well by now. I’m not going to fuck either of you over. I kind of like the idea of this thing. There’s some problems to be worked out, but hey, that’s what we have this weekend for.” I reached across and held out my spare keys.
“I know,” she told me, as she took them. “You’re aura is way too bright and too blue. I know you think I’m silly, but I’m sure we’ve been together in a previous life. I just know you too well. You’ve always been good to me.”
Oh. Did I forget to mention that my friend Karen was deeply into the whole numerology, psychic, and past-lives thing? Sometimes I felt she was a certifiable nut. A fun, cheerful, sexy, certifiable nut. What the hell was I getting into?
She reached over and took my arm and held it tight. Almost desperately so. “Please, let this thing work out. I know it’ll be great for all of us. Give it a chance.” Her head was leaning against my shoulder and we’d stopped walking. We had circled the property perimeter, and were almost back to the building.
“I’m going into this with a very open mind. If we can work this out, I think I’d be willing to give it a try. No guarantees – but I’m open to the idea. Let’s leave it at that for now.”
Karen took off at 5:00pm sharp as she did four days a week. I went out and bought a love nest.
I won’t go into detail, but the house was a shambles. I was getting the place for little more than the value of the land. If I could get it fixed up, it would be worth probably 3 times what I was paying for it.
I would be taking possession in less than 3 weeks. At that time only one bath would work, the kitchen would be in good shape and the bedroom on the main floor was livable. My first job was to re-roof the place. Then I could consider the rest of the work ahead of me.
* * * *
Friday morning, I got up and made my bed – which I rarely did. The night before I had neatened up a bit, so the place wouldn’t be a mess.
At work I was in a constant state of arousal. Karen was a horrible tease, rubbing against me when we were alone and whispering “Do you think Debbie gives better BJs?” or maybe “Hope you’ve been taking your vitamins.” She even went so far as to say “You know, I’ve never been with another girl, you’re not going to make us do that are you?” I tried to get her to go to lunch with me, but she claimed she had to go out and take care of some personal business. I must have had an eight-hour erection. Let me correct that. Make it two four-hour erections, I finally ended up going into the men’s john at lunch and jerking off. I had never done that before, I mean in the men’s room, and I was nervous as shit, but my balls were starting to ache.
Finally 5:00pm arrived. I never get to work by 9:00, and I never leave before 6:00, but today I was willing to make an exception. I walked out to the cars with Karen.
“Debbie is working really hard to make tonight special. Say something nice when you get there,” she advised me as we got to our cars.