“I can take care of that. She’s promised to leave us alone down here, only playing when she’s invited. She doesn’t want to be a pain in the ass.” Beth told Debbie, reaching out and caressing her.
Debbie sighed. “It’ll be alright. As long as we’re together, the other’s are just little distractions. Maybe we can limit the playtime to the weekends.”
“Wouldn’t that be great? Just us during the week, and then a little wildness on the weekend. Don’t you think so, Jack?” Beth asked, her hand still fondling Debbie’s breast.
“Sure. Some weekend fun. But all I really want is what I have right now, right this moment.” I turned to face Debbie, making sure she understood me. I slowly thrust into her, deeply. “This is it. Perfection.”
Beth leaned in and kissed Deb on the cheek. “It is, isn’t it? Just the three of us. Sometimes I can hardly believe it myself.” Then to my surprise she backed away.
“I’m here if you want, Jack, but don’t feel you have to. You guys look like you’re having fun. I don’t want to interfere.”
She relaxed on her side, watching us, while I leaned over and kissed Debbie, getting back to business.
Debbie reached out to Beth, touching her cheek. “You’re never anything more than a blessing, love.”
“Thanks, but sometimes I think it would be nice for one of us to sit one out. Make the loving something more than just a sexy threesome, you know?” She was full of surprises.
“Of course I know. Sometimes I want him to myself; I want to have all of his attention, have him love me, and know when he pulls out, it’s to lie beside me so I can fall asleep in his arms, not so he can go stick his cock in somebody else, coming back to me when he feels the urge.”
Ouch.
Beth smiled. “Exactly. And tonight, he’s all yours.”
Debbie caressed our teen bedmate’s hair. “Thanks, maybe tomorrow can be yours.”
“I’d like that. We should make it a once a week thing. We get to be selfish one night each. And the other one gets to watch. Deal?” Beth inched closer so she could reach out for her gorgeous roommate, who was still on the receiving end of a long thorough screwing.
Debbie seemed halfway to tears, which I thought was a little overreacting. She wasn’t much of a crier. “Deal,” she finally said, pulling Beth in close for a long soft kiss.
“Sure you only want to watch?” Debbie asked with a knowing grin. “He’s feeling pretty strong tonight.”
“Positive. This one’s all yours. I love watching you two together. It’s so incredible.”
And that’s all she did. It was a beautiful evening, endless touching and holding, loving and kissing, never seeming to get wild and needy, just a wonderful lovemaking. We ended like we began, with me just lying on top of the girl I loved so much, feeling the end creeping up on me, the unslakable desire to fill her with my seed one more time. We came together, Debbie responding to my needs. We’d almost forgotten about Beth’s quiet presence, and were both surprised to see she’d drifted off.
Debbie giggled, “Not hot enough to keep our little friend entertained I guess.”
“She couldn’t know. That was amazing,” I told her, freeing her up to use the restroom. She came back to me and kissed me, then rolled onto her side facing young Beth. I cuddled up behind her spooning, holding the love of my life, wondering why I let all these other women take away time I could be spending with her. God, I was a fool.
“I love you Debbie. More than anything,” I told her softly.
“I know. Thank you,” she said softly, pulling my hand up between her breasts and clinging to it.
It was a nice way to fall asleep.
—
Karen and Jim were over Sunday, and Amie didn’t even put an appearance in. We spent most of the day Sunday organizing the new goods, with a simple dinner, and a quiet evening. By Monday, things were almost normal again.
I called home at lunch, to tell Debbie I’d be coming home. I think I surprised her.
Robin was out. It turned out she was looking for a part-time job for the rest of the summer, which made sense. Funds were running low. She was living off of us, but everyone needs some spending money. I decided on the spot to help her out a bit, as a reward for all the work she’d done. A few hundred should help her back on her feet, and make sure she didn’t head back to school broke.
“So what brings you home?” Debbie inquired.
I took her in my arms, interrupting her sandwich making. “Make mine to go. I’m here for you.”
“For me?”
“I don’t want to spend a single day of my life not making love to you. Not if I can help it. So if tonight is Beth’s, the day is yours.”
She turned and kissed me passionately, holding me tight. Then she led me into our bedroom, closing the door so the little ones knew better than to intrude, and she rocked my world.
She was impassioned, fucking me wildly, sucking me like her life depended on it. As much as I knew she preferred to make love face to face, I really liked being behind her, looking down on her perfect smooth skin, her bikini lines criss-crossing her back and highlighting the most private parts. I loved holding her incredible ass cheeks while drilling her from behind. Nothing could get me off faster then taking her that way. Each time I came, she came after me again, her mouth quickly restoring the steel to my rod, and sucking me long after she had me ready to go again. That beautiful face, full of my cock, was a sight to behold and I knew I’d never tire of it. When the clock read 1:15 I let her ride me to one last incredible finish, before she chased me out, telling me how bad I was.
Even discussing our travel plans with Chris didn’t get me hard that afternoon. My mind was still replaying my lunch meeting. Why didn’t I do that more often? Once the day-care was up and running, would I even be able to?
While Beth and I had our fun that evening, Debbie watched us, a little enigmatic smile appearing on her face every so often. I would have bet money she, too, was remembering our lunch date.
Beth was as fun and energetic as ever, teasing me about Friday and bringing Amie into our bed. “Saturday Ame’s got a date with Eric, so maybe we can let Robin play a bit.”
“Don’t worry about her too much,” I reminded her. “She already told me she’s going to be over at Jim’s tomorrow and Friday, so I don’t think she’s missing out too much. And don’t forget, I leave Sunday.”
Of course she was leaving Ron out of the equation, and I imagined he’d be popping up before too long.
—
Wednesday was moving day. I got home late, finishing a practice training session. There was a truck out front, and Ron was there directing traffic. It didn’t take long at all for Amie to get settled in, and for Ron to finagle a dinner invite.
We found out that Robin had secured a job. A pretty good one. She had the right connections.
“I get to inventory his warehouse, and see if I can get most of it emptied by the end of the summer,” she explained. “Ron’s going to let me keep 20% of the proceeds!”
“That’s great!” I was happy for her. It was a great deal.
“It just sits there, getting more and more out of hand, and I end up paying taxes on it every friggin’ year. It’ll be nice to get that out of my hair.” Ron said, seeming a bit embarrassed by the way things had worked out. He quickly changed the subject. “Tell me, pretty lady, how the hell you can make something as simple as spaghetti and meatsauce taste so damn good. Your culinary talents are wasted here.”
Debbie thanked him. “Serving dinner in my home could never be a waste of talent. There’s nobody I’d rather have enjoying my food than the ones I love.”
“Ain’t that the truth. You all are damned lucky.”
I laughed. “Don’t you think I know? I used to eat out three times a day. Now I never want to eat out. Except maybe to give her a break.”
“That’s sweet,” Debbie told me, collecting up some of the plates and bestowing a kiss on my cheek.
“Lightning strike me if it ain’t the truth,” I vowed.
Beth came up behind me and gave me a hug. “I think we’re going to have to get you back on an exercise program soon, if you don’t learn to say no to seconds and thirds. All the bedroom workout in the world can’t compete with Deb’s cooking.”