Where we work out some sleeping arrangements (with a little help from my friends), and complete a few more household projects. Also a new project looks like it might change the office dynamics a bit. I guess we’ll just have to see…
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The two weeks following my move-in were busy but uneventful. We did get the plumbing, painting and floor work done, and were looking forward to getting Karen moved in about two weeks early.
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I felt a little awkward with Debbie spending the nights in my bed. I’d never lived in a house with a little girl, and I was worried that Erin might pop her head in and see me naked, or worse, in flagrante delicto. Debbie assured me that she would not open the door if it was closed, and reminded me that she’d shared beds before with Erin in the house.
I still felt kind of odd.
Our days were busy. We had a list of projects we were working through, and every night I’d try to put some time into them. We were making great progress, but the lists got larger faster than we could work through them. Debbie would usually work with me on whichever project I was tackling that evening.
Each night was about as close to heaven as I could imagine. Debbie’s a bath person, and every evening was an occasion for a bubble bath, whereas I’m a shower kind of guy, and after completing my ablutions, I would await the arrival of my angel. Her baths might take from 5 minutes to half-an-hour, but each would end the same, with this beautiful, naked girl climbing into my bed, and our pleasuring each other until sleep overtook us.
If the awkwardness of the little ones wasn’t enough, Beth was over at least every other day. She’d stay pretty late, and I was wondering if maybe we’d all end up in the bed together again. So far all hints in that direction had fallen on deaf ears.
Karen was making occasional appearances, but was more involved in getting her and Ashley’s rooms in order, and completing her packing at her townhouse. Debbie was also working over there during the day when possible, helping with the packing and cleaning as she went. I put in a couple of appearances to move a few things over, but we were still waiting for the big move.
During the second week in the place, I came home on a Wednesday to Cathy and Debbie deep in conversation. As soon as I walked in, one look from Cathy and I knew I was in trouble – again. Debbie got up, and said she was taking the girls to a movie, and she headed out with both Erin and Ashley in tow.
Now I was really worried.
Cathy walked to me and took me by my hand.
“Follow me, stud,” she told me as she led me by the hand back into my bedroom.
“You look nice,” I told her. She looked like she’d just come from the gym. Her short hair looked still wet. She had on some tight stretch shorts, and an exercise halter top that left her midriff exposed. Her ass looked great in the shorts.
“Right.” She quipped.
“Really – those shorts look great on you.” She’d stopped and turned around to face me, and I moved forward to take her in my arms, my hands on her rear.
“Jack, are you an idiot or do you work at being an asshole.” She looked up into my face with an exasperated look on her face.
I had no idea what she was talking about. “What have I done now?” I asked in a tone of resignation.
She had backed out of my arms and she pulled her top off, exposing a running bra. “What’s the deal with you and Beth? Are you stringing her along? Are you going to dump her? Are you just teasing her? What’s up?” By the time she’d finished her questions her bra was joining her top on the floor.
“I thought things were going great. I see her all the time. She comes over here most evenings. She’s been helping around the house.”
She stood there staring at me, and looking me up and down, until I got the hint, and pulled my own shirt off.
“Why do you think she comes over all the time?” She continued her line of questioning, now sitting on the end of the bed, and peeling off her skin tight shorts.
“I thought she wanted to be with me, with us. She’s a friend. We’re having a good time. Chatting about the girl’s day-care, laughing. What’s wrong?” I was a little quicker at disrobing, and I had kicked off my shoes, and pulled my pants down around my ankles and stepped out of them, by the time she’d removed her shorts and panties.
She leaned forward, still sitting on the edge of the bed, and grabbed my already hardening cock. She stared at it as she stroked it slowly. She looked up at me, and took my cock deep in her mouth, holding it there for a few seconds before releasing it.
“God, you have a beautiful cock,” she said, seemingly more to herself than to me.
She took me back in her mouth and worked me with her hand and mouth both for about a minute, until she had me rock-hard. Then she turned around, her feet on the floor, leaning over the bed, resting on her arms, presenting herself to me.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I rubbed my hard-on up and down her wet slit, finally plunging in to the root, and pulling her back against me.
“Why aren’t you doing this to Beth?” She asked me, gasping, as I worked her with long strokes. I slowly pulled out until I could see the head of my cock on the verge of coming out, and then pushed back in firmly, holding myself deep in her. Once fully in, I’d squeeze the muscle under my balls, to make my cock swell up as much as possible, before pulling out again. I was playing.
“I don’t think she wants to, and I don’t want to rush her. I keep waiting for her to stay the night, and I’ve been dropping hints about how great that weekend was with all of us together, but no dice.” She was squeezing back, each time I squeezed inside her, the feeling was incredible. I told her so.
“Jeez, Jack, you are so dense. How could God put such a great dick on such a dopey man? Have you ASKED her to spend the night?” Her voice was a little muffled, where her head was being driven into the pillow she was holding onto during each ‘in’ stroke.
“Well, no. But she knows how I feel.” I was getting a little aggravated with this conversation, and picked up the pace, really putting it to her, pulling her back hard on my cock, holding her hip bones tightly, each stroke accentuated by the slap of our flesh together.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid. You’ve got to tell her. All the time, especially when she thinks her competition has her hooks so tight in you. She’s miserable right now. She thinks that because she spent that one weekend with you, and since you’ve never touched her since, that maybe you just wanted her cherry. She’s already told me she’s lost you to Debbie.” It took her quite a while to get the whole story out, in gasps and short fragments, as I pushed her down onto the bed, and kept plugging away.
The pace was wearing me out, and I had to slow down to catch my breath. As I pulled back, I reached out and rolled her over onto her back, crawling between her legs. She spread them wide for me, and I slipped back inside, my arms bracketing her head, as I looked down into her dark brown eyes.
“You don’t seem to have that problem.” I told her, watching her breasts bounce with each push into her.
“So I’m not insecure. She is. Rightfully so, and you are fucking up.” She told me in no uncertain terms.
“I don’t understand you women.”
“I know. I’m not mad. I’m a little irritated, but as much at me as you. If you have any questions about this relationship you’re diving into, ask me. Please ask me. I’ve got nothing to gain, and you must know I’m crazy about you, but I’m mad about Joe, so you’re safe from me. I’ll do what I can to help you. Really. I’d love to help you. Don’t mess this up.”