“Amie, you’re a sweet, beautiful girl, and I’d love to see as much of you as I could, but I’ll have to talk things over with the ladies. This is a pretty substantial change.”
Her hand, originally rubbing my thigh was now caressing my balls, getting a rise out of me. “Beth’s cool with it. Debbie says it’s your call,” she answered eagerly.
“Your father might not think that much of the idea, you know. I figure he has higher hopes for you then one more plaything under my roof.”
“Me too. I’d like to meet the right guy, see if it’s the real thing, settle down, have the whole white picket fence and all. But I’m barely twenty, and have lots of time for that. And as far as dad is concerned, he thinks the world of you. Hell if I know why, but it’s true.”
“Thinking the world of me, and condoning my ravaging his daughter and sharing her with my bedmates may not be quite the same thing.”
She leaned in and kissed me, a long delicious kiss. “Think about it. If not, I understand, and no hard feelings. We can still play around; it’ll just be a little harder on me.” She got up, gave me another peck, and left me to grilling duty. She gave it one more shot, before she went in. “Of course if I were to move in, the housewarming party we would have would be epic. No holes barred.”
There’s not much work in slow grilling. You don’t move the meat around much, and you just need an occasional basting. My main job was to make sure the fire behaved, and check on the smoking chips. I had another batch soaking which I usually added to the fire in about 30 minute increments.
After Amie left, it gave me a chance to sit back and ponder the idea of having her under our roof. There were pros and cons. Having constant access to her hot, willing body was a big ‘pro’. But I was seriously thinking of backing off of my constant straying, and limiting my attentions to the two beauties that were more than capable of satisfying me. Jim had managed to occupy enough of Karen’s, and eventually Robin’s time to make those two playthings infrequent enough to allow me to focus where it mattered. Bringing Amie in would change that. Also, as much as I liked Ron, and I did, I wasn’t sure I wanted him around all the time. I imagined with Amie with us, he’d find a lot of excuses to pay us a visit, especially if Beth kept catering to his needs as well. At least having Robin moving out in a few weeks would remove one of the reasons for him to be popping in.
Decisions, decisions.
I saw the back-door open and, speak of the devil, Ron made his way out. He sat down beside me, pulled out his cigar pouch, pulled out one for himself, then passed the pouch to me. Three huge cigars remained, and I took one, not caring what it was. I figured it couldn’t be bad. He passed me the cutter, then the lighter, and I lit up. It was another minute or two before he said anything.
“Had to get out of there. Too much estrogen. I don’t know how you handle it.”
I took a long draw, poorly blowing smoke rings. “You get used to it. And the benefits outweigh the drawbacks.”
“Speaking of benefits, Amie tells me she wants to move in with you guys.”
Ouch. “I just heard the same about five minutes ago.”
“It’s a damned odd setup you have here, Jack, but it seems to work for you. I just wanted you to know that I don’t have a problem with it. I’ll be honest with you, it took me back a second when she mentioned it, and it wasn’t anything I’d ever have wished for her. But if it makes her happy, that’s all I can really hope for. So, however it works out, I’m Ok with it.”
“Thanks, Ron. It was a concern of mine. It still is. My balancing act with Beth and Debbie is precarious enough. Amie is an amazing girl, and having her around could really throw a monkey-wrench in the works. I’m still not sure if it’s a smart thing, for any of us. I know Beth is 100% behind it, but I still need to talk it out with Debbie.”
“That’s smart. You’d be a fool to fuck up that relationship. She’s an amazing woman. Not like the rest of the girls around the place. I don’t have anything against any of them, you understand, and Beth is a sweetheart. But your Debbie seems to be something special. You’re a lucky man.”
“I won’t argue that one.” I told him. We quietly enjoyed our cigars for a bit before I realized I still owed him some thanks.
“I appreciate what you did, taking Deb down and letting her pick out furniture for the addition. It was incredibly generous of you.”
“Yeah, about that. I’m sorry I might have overstepped my bounds. I knew I had that dining room set collecting dust. It’s been there for a couple of years. It’s just that she seemed so excited; I couldn’t help myself and gave her the run of the place, carte blanche. I hope you understand that it has little value to me, and seemed to mean so much to her. But I probably should have run it by you first.”
“No problem. I would have done the same in your shoes. She’s hard to turn down. Thanks. It does help.”
“There’s no quid-pro-quo intended, you understand. It’s not a bribe to get my daughter in or keep her out. Nor is it an attempt to get in your girl’s pants. I just enjoyed making her happy, and it’s kind of fun for me to see your place coming together.” He smiled hugely. “God, you should have seen her. Running around like a schoolgirl, peeking into every little nook of that warehouse. I’d completely forgotten about that weird bed, but she was ecstatic. Damn, she’s beautiful when she’s laughing.”
“That she is. And your intentions are perfectly understood. We’re cool.”
“Good.”
I took a quick turn spraying down the ribs, keeping them moist and shifting the coals around. They were all greying over, and I didn’t want them out, just on a slow burn.
“What’s the full story on Robin and her sister?” Ron asked, as I took a seat.
I gave him a decent summary of the situation, and the latest update on the two moving out.
“So the room’s not vacant?” he asked.
“That one isn’t quite. But there’re two other rooms upstairs. One is nominally Beth’s, but it’s empty. Mostly for show and to let her honestly tell her parents she has a room upstairs. She’s not quite ready to completely level with her parents. The other room was Ashley’s but the little ones have moved in together, and that room has slowly been emptying over the last few weeks. With Karen moving out, it’s fair to say that Ashley no longer needs it.”
Ron just shook his head. “Way too complicated for me. But it looks like you do have the space.”
“Complicated seems to by my middle name lately.”
He was quiet for a bit then started in on a new subject. “The other night, over here, it was absolutely incredible, but things did get a little out of hand. It went a whole lot further than I would have ever dreamed likely.”
“Amie?” I asked.