When she rolled off of me, without my coming, I groaned a little sigh of disappointment. I needn’t have worried. With Debbie curled up beside me, her hands caressing me, and little kisses tap-dancing across my shoulders, chest and neck, I felt a new weight shifting on the bed and I half-opened my eyes to see the equally gorgeous Beth lowering herself onto my waiting pillar.
Hers was a different ride, not quite as gentle as Debbie, but more demanding, more possessive. She was dragging me up out of my half-sleep, while Debbie soothed and hushed me, finally kissing me on the lips with a long tender show of affection.
My hips were responding now, almost of their own volition, and as Beth speeded up a little more, I answered in kind. Now I did want to come. I wanted to fill her with my seed. I wanted to feel that wonderful release, and I wanted it inside of my teen love.
“Come for us, love,” Debbie whispered, “come for Beth.”
Beth finally gave up on any semblance of gentleness, and she pounded her hips up and down on my stiffness, with a fierce desire. My peak was sudden, and in a moment I was thrusting up hard, coming inside that hot little treasure. It was wonderful.
Beth collapsed next to me, breathing hard, as if she’d run a race. She lay back with her head on my arm, gasping. Debbie on the other hand left my side, and slid down the bed. She was gentle as she cleaned me with her mouth.
“I’m sorry I doubted you, Jack,” Beth said at last.
“I can’t blame you. It’s not like I have a reputation for fidelity” I said softly, enjoying the oral attention Debbie was bestowing.
“But I need to trust you.” Beth answered.
“I trust you. You can control who I’m with. As long as you two are part of the deal.” Debbie finally finished with me, but left me in a half-hard state. Instead of climbing up beside me, I felt her weight shift towards Beth’s side of the bed. Curious, I had to lean my head up and peek down to find Debbie’s head lodged in the ‘V’ of Beth’s legs.
“Ohh, Deb, that’s so nice,” Beth murmured, and I knew that Debbie was finishing up her cleaning job.
I rolled half-way over and gave Beth a deep kiss of my own.
“Beth, I love you so much, I’m not going to fuck things up over a little tart like Robin. You can trust that.” I held her and massaged her breasts, just enjoying the feel in my hands, as I started to drift off again. I felt her body tremble as she came for Debbie, and then the deep relaxation that followed. I relaxed myself, well satisfied, and when Debbie’s mouth slowly got me hard again, and her mouth worked it’s wicked wonders, I hardly even woke when she enticed one last orgasm from me before finally settling in herself.
* * *
Saturday was hectic. Beth was gone early for swim practice, but just before she left she dropped a huge bomb on me. She wanted me to meet her parents on Sunday for an early dinner. Ouch! That was one meeting I was scared to death of.
The bank meeting took a lot longer than I expected. Turns out home refinancing takes a while, and when I told the manager I was working with that I was hoping to get started quicker, he suggested several options, including a home-improvement loan, and a signature line-of-credit. I was very surprised to see he was willing to approve me for a lot more credit than I thought I’d be able to get. I walked out with a re-fi in the works, and access to $20, 000 from my checking account. That should easily get me started, and by the time I needed any more money, the refinance should be complete.
When I got back to the ranch, Robin, Jim and Karen were huddled around the plans for the addition, calculating yards of concrete needed, lumber, siding and drywall needs, as well as flooring, jousts, roofing, and who knows what else. The numbers they were throwing around seemed really large, and I was glad to have their help.
My major task for the day was to work on finishing the interior of the garage, to make it useful as a daycare eventually. I planned on walling off one of the garage doors, and adding an exterior door there, carpeting throughout, replacing the hardware between the office and the garage, and hanging a drop ceiling in the garage. Joe had offered to help, as had Jim. Joe was to come over sometime after lunch, and Jim would be available as soon as they completed their calculations and started ordering materials to be delivered or picked up in some cases.
I got going on my own, removing the existing garage door, and replacing the hardware on the connecting door. I couldn’t do much towards the framing or drop ceiling since I needed Joe’s truck to haul materials. The amount of stuff I can haul in my 924 is not even worth considering. What was worth considering was the possibility of replacing my 924. I loved the car, but as impractical as it was when I was single, it was ridiculous now. God, I felt so domesticated.
Joe eventually did show up, and Jim tore himself away from the materials calculations and we did get a lot done. Didn’t finish all of our tasks but we did get the new wall and door in, as well as hung the drop ceiling. I was getting late, and we were hauling all the boxes left over from the old owner into the office so me could carpet the garage side, when Beth showed up with refreshments.
“Debbie’s making burgers and home-made fries. How many do each of you want?” She asked while passing out tall iced mugs of Strohs.
“Can you stay, Joe?” I asked, since I knew he had home commitments.
“Cathy’s in Waldorf with the kids. I was going to have to fend for myself otherwise.” He admitted with a grin.
“I should warn you, Debbie’s burgers are about an inch thick. I’m starved but will be lucky to be able to finish two.” I told them both.
“One is plenty for me,” Jim offered. He was never a huge eater, and at maybe a 140 lbs, would be hard to find room for two burgers and the fries.
“I’ll try for two. I can always take leftovers home for breakfast,” Joe said.
“Now that would be silly, considering how good a breakfast Debbie makes,” Beth laughed, walking back to the house with our order.
Joe turned to me with a quizzically raised eyebrow.
“I don’t know what she meant, you’ll have to figure that one out on your own.” I laughed, wondering myself just what Beth had intended by that if anything.
During the work we’d been giving Jim some ribbing about his new relationship, and asking him if he was looking to get into some sister-sister action. Just before we headed back to the house to clean-up he pulled me a bit to the side and broached the same subject.
“Jack, I think Robin wants me. She kept placing her hand on my thigh, and rubbing up against me while we were working, and she was flirting a lot.” He told me breathlessly.
“What about Karen?” I asked him.
“She was there, and didn’t say anything.” He answered.
“All I know is, if you do anything, and I mean ANYTHING with Robin without Karen’s knowledge and agreement, you might as well kiss that relationship goodbye.” I told him.
“How come? You can do all these girls, why couldn’t I be with both?” He asked, almost defiantly.