“A bigger question is where do we stand. We must be committed. I’m on a month to month lease, and I’m giving my notice. I’ll be out next month. I’m also putting up my life savings, including a loan on my 401K. I’m all in. Karen, how about you, are you still in?”
“My lease is gone next month. I have to stay someplace. Do you really think it will be livable?”
No time for waffling. “Absolutely. I guarantee it. I just need to know you’re behind this.”
“Ok. I’m in. Let’s do this.” The words sounded sure, the tone much less so.
I turned to Debbie. “Debbie, without you, I’m not sure we can do this. Are you still willing to live with me and Karen?”
“What do you mean without me? How much help can I be?” she responded incredulously.
“You’re essential! You will be running this operation. Under my guidance of course, but for you it will be your full-time job.” I told her.
“I can’t do that. I don’t know what to do. I know nothing about this stuff…”
I stepped to her and took her hands in mine.
“Stop it. I need you to do this. You can. When I ask you to find prices, you call around. When I ask you to get licenses, you go to the city offices. You make phone calls, you follow up. Without you I can’t do this in 6 weeks. I can’t do this in 6 months. You can do this. Will you?” She looked up into my eyes. She was scared, I could feel it in her trembling hands. I could hear it in her breathing. It was yet another commitment.
“I… if you think…” Her eyes darted from side to side, from me to Karen, to the door. It was if she was cornered and searching for escape.
Karen stepped to her side, and reached her arm around her. “You can do this,” she whispered, “you can.”
“Ok. I’m in.” she finally answered. The effort it cost her was frightening, her lip was white where she’d been biting it, and tears had formed in the corners of her eyes.
“Great!” Karen shouted, laughing and hugging Debbie. “We’ll be the three musketeers!”
“This calls for a celebration! Debbie, can you get out the champagne glasses?” I retrieved the bottle of Dom I had brought the night before from the refrigerator. Debbie was just setting out three champagne flutes she’d found under the bar when I returned.
I popped the cork carefully, and filled the glasses, then set the bottle aside and proposed a toast. “To a new home for all of us, filled with happiness, and good times.”
“I know this will be great. Jack, you and I alone, our numbers say we’ll be too materialistic, and you and Debbie, well, you’ll be too self-focused, but together we’re a perfect 5, allowing us to live our lives together in harmony. And still the influences of our underlying partnerships will allow materialistic success and the soul relationships. With Jacks protective 33 in his name I know we’ll be happy together!”
Debbie and I exchanged conspiratorial tolerant glances, having been the subject of Karen’s numerology and astrology studies before. It was a moment. We had something together. I smiled.
“Ladies, do you suppose we might move this party to the bedroom? To celebrate a little more intimately.” I asked, reaching my arms around each girl, and guiding them back towards the bedroom. When we reached the door, I realized I’d forgotten something, and rushed back to the living room to return with the half-full bottle of champagne.
Karen already had her shirt off, and was removing her bra. Debbie was standing to one side of the bed, anxiously. I placed the bottle of champagne on the nightstand, and walking to Debbie, I stood before her and unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her simple white bra, and flawless tanned skin. Allowing my wandering hands to caress her skin, as she stood there motionless, I moved behind her. I lowered the shirt off her shoulders and arms, kissing the back of her neck, and softly fondling her front.
“So Karen, doesn’t this look like the perfect vessel from which to drink our celebratory champagne?” I asked teasingly.
“And what do you have in mind?”
In response, I scooped Debbie into my arms, and placed her in the middle of the bed. “That adorable little belly button could hold just a taste of the bubbly.” I took the bottle, and poured out a bit onto Debbie’s stomach. Karen, dressed only in her panties, drank the offering, and licked the area clean.
“Mmmm, you were right. Your turn.”
I poured some more into her navel, and loudly slurped it out. Then I probed her belly button with my tongue, getting the first response out of Debbie, a little wiggle and squirm.
We drank a couple more shots this way, complimenting our gorgeous champagne holder. Then Karen pointed out that Debbie must have been getting thirsty.
“Really? And how do you think we should quench her thirst?” I asked.
“Has she tasted your cock yet?”
“Come to think of it, no. I couldn’t get nearly enough of her sweet tight twat last night. I didn’t even think of anything else.”
“Well there’s no time like the present.” Karen concluded, moving around the bed to be beside me.
It had been entertaining to watch Debbie throughout our interplay. She just lay there, never making a peep. Her head and eyes moving from side to side, like she was watching a tennis match.
As I started to remove my own clothing, Karen slapped away my hands good naturedly, and started unbuttoning my shirt. I stood before her, enjoying the sensation. After two buttons, Karen turned to Debbie, who was still stretched out on the bed and with a raise of her eyebrow coaxed her, “Well?”
Debbie sat up, with my belt buckle at eye level, and unfastened my belt. Karen slid around behind me, unbuttoning my buttons from behind, while peeking around my shoulder.
Her eyes locked for the moment on the task before her, and upon the obvious bulge beneath her hands, Debbie, slowly unbuttoned the brass buttons running down the front of my jeans. By the time she was done, Karen had removed my shirt, and helped Debbie work the pants down my legs. I lifted each leg, and Karen pulled the pants out from under me.
Debbie was hesitating now. My boxers were stretched to the front and the fly opening was gaping, providing an unobscured view of my readiness. Her big blue eyes lifted to catch mine. She leaned forward turning her head sideways, and rested her cheek against my hardness. Almost imperceptibly, she rocked her head side to side, brushing her cheek against me.
Karen on the other hand, was less patient. After watching Debbie for a moment, she grabbed my shorts from the side, and pulled them down. As my cock burst free from its confines, Debbie pulled her head back a bit. Again she looked up to me with those huge eyes, then she slowly opened her mouth, her face about 6 inches in front of me, and waited.
Karen held a glass of champagne out to me, waist high, then helped me dip my cock into it, while trying to avoid spilling too much. From the glass, I moved my cock to Debbie’s lips where she accepted my offering, allowing me to guide about half it’s length inside.
“Go ahead.” I encouraged.
Her lips closed tightly around my cock, and she sucked it clean.
We repeated this scenario several times, teasingly. She took my offered gift, and each time sucked firmly while holding her head still, and I pulled out of her mouth.
“I don’t think this is doing much for quenching her thirst,” Karen announced after a minute or so.
“Maybe not, but it’s helping quench my lust.” I quipped back, this time rocking back and forth in Debbie’s mouth, fucking her face with short strokes.
“God. She looks so hot Jack. Is that what I look like with a big cock in my mouth. Isn’t she pretty? I bet that gets you so hot, watching that pretty face and that little mouth stretching wide to take you in. I bet you’d like to see up both down there, sucking your cock, wouldn’t you?”
Taking my grunts for assent, Karen took up position beside Debbie, grasping my cock in her hand, locking her other hand in Debbie’s hair. She pulled Debbie back off my cock. For the first time since she’d opened her mouth, Debbie looked away from my face, and turned her head to see Karen.