k, I’ve got a situation most men would kill for, two hot women who will live with me and share my bed, and an open invitation to screw my best friend’s wife. I’m still going to have to make sure Joe is ok with that, and see if maybe we can’t make a private party out of the whole thing.
But for now, I still have one more problem. Beth. The girl I’ve been dating for a little less that two months, and getting nowhere with. She’s a lovely young girl, just out of high school, tanned, short brown hair, the sweetest disposition, and just bursting with energy and sexuality. She has a classically beautiful body, great hips with a full butt, narrow waist, opening up to a chest a little smaller than her hips, but with picture perfect breasts.
The question was how did I work things out, after she found out that the guy she was dating was about to move into a new house with his two ‘sleep-in’ girlfriends.
* * * *
Wow, what a difference. Once I’d fucked the anger out of Cathy, she became less of a terror around the work site, and the general air of hostility overlaying our efforts gradually subsided. I was feeling pretty good about how things had gone, and over clearing the air with my best friend’s wife. The progress on the house repairs was still being carried out at break-neck speed, and it looked like the place would likely be habitable by the end of the week.
Lunch was a jovial time, with an almost carnival like air about it. The sheer volume of the chattering and laughing gave the place a circus like feel. I actually ate in relative comfort, chatting with the Howard men about the ongoing progress we were making, and receiving kudos for the miracle I had performed with both Cathy and Karen. The only thing casting the slightest shadow over my parade was the still unresolved situation with Beth.
I swear my eyes watered every time I looked at the pair of girls herding the ankle-biters around. It was like looking into the sun, just too intense for direct viewing, best absorbed in sidelong glances and through the reflection of their beauty in the eyes of those around me. Slender, tanned, firm, and near perfectly proportioned, Beth and Debbie attracted glances, longing looks, and outright lustful stares from virtually every man there at some point or another. I still believe neither of these sirens, with their irresistible allure, were aware of the power of their presence over the mere mortals gathered about.
As they had for the first day and a half, they voluntarily segregated themselves from the rest of us, maintaining rule over the horde of little ones clamoring about. They were naturals, adored by the kids, and maintaining a controlling, but gentle hand over all their actions.
After lunch, I headed over to where they were, intending to broach the subject of my situation, and our relationship, with Beth. Once I entered the realm of the little people, like Gulliver, I was subjected to assault from all sides, dozens of little hands trying to pull me to the ground. Most of these kids knew me well, and were used to the roughhousing, boisterous play. Assailants would cling to my legs, and I would snatch them off, holding them high, before tossing them to the side where they would roll to the edge of the action, before leaping up and re-joining the assault. With huge seven league steps, I would march across their domain, one or two intrepid adventurers clinging to my legs, and being dragged along for the ride. Inevitably, their sheer numbers and endless energy conquered my size and strength, and I, the Colossus, tumbled to the ground, vanquished.
The web of little arms and legs, pinning me down, laughing, rolling around in the fresh mown grass, drove all thoughts of my mission from my mind, and I reveled in the play. Scaffolding for their climbing, a tool for their mischief, a bulwark to be conquered, unconscionably I allowed my friends and acquaintances to work at making my home livable, while I played like a 6 year old devoid of cares, worries or responsibilities.
“Ok, enough already,” the song of the siren sought to restore order to the chaos that my tempestuous arrival had wrought.
I lay on my back, drained, and allowed my saviors to calm the sea of youth, and steer them to more peaceful pursuits. I was about to stand up, having finally caught my breath, when my biggest assailant to date dropped on me like a rock.
“Ooooof!” I gasped, once again short of breath. Beth had taken over where the little terrors had, and sat on my stomach.
“See what you’ve done? You’re worse than caffeine and sugar for those tykes; they’re going to be wound up for hours.” Her admonishing voice was only slightly offset by the grin on her face. When I started to grin back, a poke in the ribs reminded me I was still at her mercy.
Debbie was once again bringing the children under control, while Beth was stuck with the job of chastising me for my actions.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Honestly. I must have some kind of hormonal imbalance and one-track mind. Beth’s baggy shorts, and her position astride my stomach, allowed me an unobstructed view up her legs, to a pair of light blue panties with a field of tiny multicolored flowers emblazoned across them. Eyes fixated by the implications of that unbidden view, I started to react physically, just below where sweet, unaware Beth was perched.
As one would expect, Beth was soon keenly aware of where my eyes were glued, and she closed her legs at the knees, pushing back away from me, only to find my hard cock in the middle of her back, pushing up my shorts.
“Jeez, Jack,” she whispered to me. “Not in front of the kids! God, I can’t believe you!” she sounded a little exasperated but not as angry as I feared.
“I’m sorry. It just happened.” I closed my eyes and chanted, “Donald Duck, Donald Duck, Donald Duck.” My statement of course had her wondering.
“And just what the hell does that mean, calling me Donald Duck?”
“Oh, I wasn’t calling you Donald Duck, I was trying to ignore the fact that I have this beautiful, scantily clad girl sitting on my stomach, her bare skin brushing against me, leaning back onto my hard-on. I keep trying to think about Disney characters, and funny cartoons, hoping to distract the little head enough for me to be able to stand up again in the not-too-distant future.”
This confession earned me a giggle, and she had the decency to move both legs to one side, and sit upon me sidesaddle.
“You make me nuts. I should be so mad at you, you bastard. I don’t know why I’m even here or talking to you. I’m just frustrated with myself for wanting to be near you, and knowing you are such a pig.”
“I know. And I’m sorry.” I managed to rise up onto my elbows. “I know my behavior has been reprehensible, and that I have the morals of a snake lately. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” I did my best to sound contrite.
“That’s a laugh. Everyone here today knows it’s not what’s gotten into you, it’s what you’ve gotten into. Or should I say ‘who’ you’ve gotten into.” She was witty, but there was an underlying bitterness to her tone.
“I’m sorry.”
“Damn it! Stop saying that you’re sorry. I really doubt you’re sorry that you’re sticking your dick in those girls.”
“That’s not what I’m sorry about. I’m sorry that I didn’t speak to you about this two weeks ago, when things changed all of a sudden. And I’m especially sorry about yesterday, you’re coming here, not knowing what was going on, and the embarrassment you must have felt. I don’t think of myself as that kind of guy, who would do something like that. I like you way too much to do that intentionally; I just had so much going on, that I didn’t think of perceptions and repercussions, or use even the slightest bit of good judgement.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over it. I guess I’m kind of at fault myself, leading you on, holding out, wanting to give in, and yet afraid that once you’d had me, well, you know, the free milk and a cow thing…” she bowed her head as she spoke softly.