For most of the next day, Andy kept to himself a bit,
staying mostly in his office with the cats. Jenny had swung by to bring him
lunch midday, and after he finished it, he decided it was time to talk with his
best friend Xander Baker.
While Andy was a little chunky, Xander was the whole damn
brick. Xander wasn't so much fat as just a mountain of a man. But also a bit
fat, if people were being blunt. Xander stood some four inches taller than Andy
but was at least a hundred pounds heavier, maybe more, a weird combination of
muscle and blubber, much of his skin covered in tattoos.
Nicolette smiled, shaking her head a bit. "I split from
Josh the week after the party, because, well, it's not important, beyond the
fact that he was a fucking asshole and I was sick of dealing with it. I haven't
seen him in years now, and it's actually better that way. If he's dead, good,
good riddance, fuck him, he deserved it. As for her partner, well, Bill wasn't
a bad guy, although I never really talked much to him, or should I say I wasn't
much permitted to talk to him, because he was from the old school of
domination, with the leather whip and the iron fist, and he didn't like
submissives giving him any back talk. Whitney was mostly happy with him,
although she'd admitted to me a couple of times that she could've done without
Bill's sadistic streak of inflicting pain on her.
Eric's house now stood with seven women in it, and Andy had
agreed that he would try to learn all of their names eventually, just as Eric
did for Andy's household, although both of them agreed that the task would
definitely take some time. The two men and Phil had all planned to meet up for
dinner on Thursday, as they usually did. It was good to keep a routine.
Andy pulled his boxers back on, then his t shirt.
"Well, it's entirely up to you, obviously. Take your time, get to know
everyone, me included, and we'll play it by ear moving forward." The two
walked out of the room, leaving Nicolette to tend to Sheridan.
"Everyone's so warm and friendly, and you're not at all
like that prick Covington."
Andy felt an involuntary shiver of delight at her calling
him that. He couldn't help himself. But she'd also said she wanted to be
"loved like a princess" at the end, and he didn't want to disappoint
her, because this memory was going to be seared in her brain.
He pulled his hips away, sliding his cock out of her,
hearing an unsatisfied whine melting from her lips for just a moment before he
flipped her over onto her back, his hand closing around her neck for just a
moment, giving it a tiny squeeze, watching her eyes widen as she nodded at him
before his hand slipped away from it.
As Sarah was turning around, catching Emily's tiny British
form in her arms, lifting her up, spinning her around. "Omigod,
Emily!" she said, suddenly hugging her tightly. "I'm totally dead,
aren't I? Life is never this fucking good to me. It always goes to shit somehow.
Are you really real, bitch?"
The decision was made that whoever was dealing would sit out
for those five hands and simply focus on the dealing. They also drew cards for
seating order, lowest card dealing first, highest card starting with the big
blind and the second highest being the small blind. Andy drew low card, which
didn't bother him at all. It would be a chance to watch the others without
having to divide his attention between his cards and his opponents.
The morning after any good party is generally a challenge to
get up and out of bed, but thankfully, they hadn't gone too late into the evening,
and so, everyone had gotten to bed at a reasonable hour. And the wonderful
smell of a good, late brunch was the clincher to get everyone out of the bed.
Jenny had prepared an excellent morning feast for them, but
timed it so that it was just before noon when she had it ready, drawing
everyone downstairs, although most of the girls were in pajamas still, and Andy
stuck to sweats himself.
It was a short drive into the community's center, a sort of
tiny mini township surrounded by elaborate estates. Niko had insisted on
driving, and it let Andy text both Phil and Eric that he was going to see the
place, if they wanted to join him. Eric shot back that he'd be there within the
hour, and Phil answered that his and his family were already there, having
lunch at the diner. C'mon and join us said the text, just as Niko was pulling
the Tesla into a parking spot in front of the 1950s themed diner.
For the next hour or so, Andy explored the house on his own
while the girls moved things from the car into the house, as well as letting
the cats loose into their new environment. He wasn't sure who was more
overwhelmed, himself or the cats.
That evening, Andy and the girls decided to curl up in bed
and watch some television with Niko asleep next to them. At first, Andy was
worried that the volume would be high enough to wake up their newest addition,
but Aisling assured him nothing was going to stir her from her slumber. Sure
enough, despite the volume of the show “ a Spanish Netflix crime drama called
La Casa De Papel “ Niko didn't budge an inch.
Three days later, the calendar claimed it was a Saturday,
but at that point, Andy wasn't sure any of them really knew. During the evening
after dinner every day for the past three days, Lily and Eric had retreated to
Eric's room immediately as soon as dishes were in the dishwasher, and Andy and
Aisling were in Andy's room not long after.
Around day eighteen of the quarantine, Andy was starting to lose his damn mind. The governor of California had gotten on the television and announced that everyone who wasn't essential was under house arrest, essentially. Sure, the grocery stores were open, but restaurants were only doing delivery, and every bar in town was closed. The most time he'd spent outdoors in the last week had been walking out to the mailbox cluster for the complex down at the end of the street.
I smiled. "Sorry, just thinking." I'd gotten
home a few days before and promptly went back to work. This was my first
night off, and sitting across the table from Mom, I thought that it was
time to tell her, but unsure about how to go about it.
"Your trip went well then." She asked, the questioning tone left hanging in the air between us.
"It
went very well." I said and looked her in the eyes. She knew, like
mothers do, that there was a lot more to the story. She sat there with
an expression that said, "when you're ready, tell me what you need to
get off your chest."
A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Stories. I made it back with plenty of time. I set up an online music account
on Emily's laptop, and we sat at the table downloading songs by Chuck
Berry, Stevie Ray Vaughn, BB King, some David Gilmour and Eric Clapton.
"Are you turning my kid into a rock star?" Summer asked leaning on my shoulder, watching us select songs.
I
laughed. "Why not?" Emily hopped up out of her chair and started
playing air guitar as I hit play on Johnny B. Goode. As it wound down
she dropped to the floor kicking her feet. I laughed even harder. "I
think I've seen that move before."
A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Stories. The tires hissed along the gravel drive as I pulled alongside her
Jeep. I walked to the door, bouquet in hand and rang the bell. I took a
deep breath, just as the door opened. A pretty girl stood there, dark
hair and piercing eyes stared intently at me for a moment. In a flash of
an eye a familiar crooked little smile crossed her face.
"Mom, your hot date is here!" She yelled over her shoulder.
"Well
don't make him stand on the step, let him in!"
My
heart was pounding in my chest. She had sounded conflicted, like she
wanted to see me, but had reservations. I forced myself to take slow
deep breaths before I ducked into my room and got my jacket. I tried to
calm down, and keep from speeding there but I also knew I'd need to find
the place. I followed the directions and found it easily. I was about
twenty minutes early. I asked for a booth in a quiet area, and let the
hostess know a friend was meeting me.
The waitress asked what I
was having, and since it was my birthday I decided to have a drink.
Hopefully I wasn't going to need it. She carded me and wished me a happy
birthday. She returned with my drink and set it down with a smile.
A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Stories. We made our way to the Jeep and I put our stuff in the back and
walked around to give her a hand into her seat. The look in her eyes was
dreamy as I closed her door and walked around to the driver's side. We
drove back in silence, her hand on my thigh giving it an occasional
squeeze. When I pulled into the driveway she looked over at me, the
expression in her eyes was full of longing. I got out and walked around
the Jeep and grabbed the cooler from the back and walked around and
opened her door.
"Do you need a hand?" I asked softly. She just
nodded looking into my eyes. She slid off the seat landing on her good
foot and wrapped her arm around me.
This summer job wasn't turning out the way I'd thought. So far I'd mowed the lawn, done the dishes, (thankfully there's a dishwasher) hauled trash, done laundry, dusted and vacuumed. When Summer asked if I wanted to help her out for a few weeks I sort of expected there would be fringe benefits to go with, or instead of, getting paid. Instead it was actual work. She wasn't shy, about her body or mine, she often would wrap her arm around my waist to help with her balance.
I was finally glad to be out of school. My buddy Jeff got out last year. He went off and joined the military and left our little town. I figured I'd work the summer here and see what was what after the tourists left. It was still early yet, they hadn't started arriving yet, clogging the roads with their luxury cars, acting as if they owned the place. Truth be told, they did. If it weren't for them, the rest of us wouldn't have a living. Fishing wasn't cutting it anymore, and the old quarries down coast were barely running now. Luckily we had the tourists.
Once
they had finally reached the beach they were ready to take a nice rest.
Seeing the rocky terrain that would keep them from easily proceeding to
the grotto helped to take a bit of the wind from their sails as well.
So they collapsed on the nearest empty beach blanket and quickly fell
asleep in a cozy little pile. Perhaps because of the relatively high
concentration of XYZ in the ocean, or sea, air, though, they were soon
as randy as they had been at any time in Eros.
"The
Sage is ready to see you now," said Wei, the tall Asian man who they
had learned was the Abbot of the brown-robed monks – or the Order of
Record Keepers, as they called themselves.
Don
gently urged Nicole to release his cock from her mouth and promised
they would get back to playing soon. As he tied his grey robe about
himself, Don saw that Toshia, who had been riding up and down on Alan's
lap only a moment before was also hurrying to make herself
"presentable". After waking up hours ago, and the following, almost
routine, morning sex (Well, that's definitely the right way to start the day, particularly when you wake up sandwiched between two naked, sexy women!
After
yet another trip to the showers and over breakfast, they discussed what
to do next. They told Liu and Jimmy the abbreviated story of how they
were trying to get up the mountain to the tower and how the gate
wouldn't let them leave the resort until they really enjoyed themselves.
Although they all admitted that they had thoroughly enjoyed themselves
there in the Temple of Venus and Aphrodite, they suspected that the gate
would not think they'd given the resort enough of a chance to impress
them. It was Nicole who set the gears in motion for the day when she
asked Liu, "What's that Clockwork Club like?"
Shelonda
was next and explained that she had been Toshia's counterpart, picking
up discarded towels from a different part of the Temple. "I was bending
over all the time, and people kept squeezing my butt and playing with
me. I liked it at first, but I got really horny very quickly.
Fortunately,
a guy stopped and started fucking me. I was really getting into it, and
soon a bunch of guys and a woman were all over me." Shelonda provided
all the details requested, but by now it was clear that everyone was
getting frisky enough that they would need to go find a room to enjoy or
start playing right there in the banquet room.
Toshia found riding on the Wizard's flying carpet strangely arousing. She had heard or read somewhere that dreams about flying were supposed to be about sex, and pretty much everything in Eros made pretty much everyone, and some things, aroused. Still, there was something particularly wonderful about sailing over the countryside with the wind whipping through her hair and over her bare skin that Toshia was finding extremely stimulating. She looked out and down at the forest beneath her as she reclined on one side, half leaning back against Victor who sat closer to the center of the carpet. Nicole, still very much uncomfortable with flying on this open vehicle, huddled up next to the big, muscular man's other side. Amy and Don were up at the front of carpet piloting and looking for a tower at the head of a river, respectively.
On the back part of the carpet, Shelonda seemed to be napping. Toshia was coming to think of this merry little band as something of a family – a happily incestuous family, of course, with Don and her as the patriarch and matriarch, naturally.
Watching the landscape floating past below, thinking warmly about her companions, and feeling the delicious tingling in her loins signaling the inevitable return of her lust, Toshia rested her head on one hand, while letting the other hand move slowly down the front of her body. She caressed the curve of her breast through the thin fabric of the short dress she had gotten from the Wizard.
A frightened Mother Mouse will devour her young; similarly, a frightened culture will devour its future.
It
wasn't like a magic force field bubble protected us until our 16th
birthday. I couldn't recall all the times after I was 13 some woman
asked me, or my Mother, when my 16th birthday would be. Back then, I
didn't think much about it. In hindsight, those women were wondering
when I would become legally sexually vulnerable. In way too many cases,
women with access to teenage boys didn't wait.
A frightened Mother Mouse will devour her young; similarly, a frightened culture will devour its future.
Roni
was still working away while the rest of us were in the man-cave once
more. Flame seemed happy taking long pulls on the Wild Cherry and
smacking her lips. I wasn't surprised she wasn't worrying about Silent.
Her wounded comrade was a reliable pair of guns guarding her back and
nothing more. Emotional bonds were contrary to her psychopathic nature.
Jethro had been sitting on his 'throne' for fifteen minutes, deep in thought.
Your
mind is your arsenal, fortress, and armory. Your words are potential
weapons you give to your enemies to assault the citadel of your soul.
In
a final act of feminine superiority, Dimples had destroyed Western
Civilization. She had to share credit with the T2 virus for the rest of
the global catastrophe and I was sure she was okay with that. For me, it
was the start of my flight to freedom. I could do no more damage there.
That wasn't really important because at this stage of the disaster,
Capri had been willing to use her stun gun on me and drag my ass to the
elevators if I hadn't cooperated.
Your
mind is your arsenal, fortress, and armory. Your words are potential
weapons you give to your enemies to assault the citadel of your soul.
At
the Sentinel Eloise gave me the plan for the day. Doyle was in the
'bull pen' with the other journalists. The President of the Federation
was going to make a personal appeal for me to join the National
Government in dealing with this crisis. In case I was feeling 'uppity',
there was going to be a special taskforce of the FBI around to make me
behave.
"Do you know who is in charge of this Watch Dog group?" I inquired.
In Peace, daughters bury their mothers. In War, mothers bury their daughters. The death of sons is too painful to recount.
"What does this mean?" I inquired gently. Brandi looked up at me and smiled.
"It means we are not all going to die," she breathed deeply for the first time since this experiment began.
"Israel
is too nice and shell-shocked to ask you what the hell is going on, but
why don't you enlighten me?" Capri stood on the sofa, on her knees,
looking over the three Vanishers.
The
Persians marshaled all the nations under the Sun and Stars yet they
were defeated by a single idea: Sacrifice, and their inability to
appreciate it.
Final Curtain Call
What
no one in the Federation knew at that moment was that we were racing
for the final curtain call. The W H O knew that something was very
wrong, but they were still digging, and desperately hoping they were
wrong with what they were looking at. The U N was only learning of the
footsteps of doom. They too were praying.
The
Persians marshalled all the nations under the Sun and Stars yet they
were defeated by a single idea: Sacrifice, and their inability to
appreciate it.
After
tonight, we would become a democracy because I could trust the group to
see beyond gender and into the ideas and ideals of the speaker. True
democracy was not about the tyranny of numbers, but consensus. Consensus
was the result of the belief that everyone in the group, even the
opposition, had worth, they counted.
Had
my life been a comedy, I would have bumped my noise, looked sheepishly
over my shoulder and given a weak smile. I had experienced an infantile
urge to run away from the shame, violation and the pain Zara's
information brought. My hands had instinctively come up to save my face
from impact. My fingers were trying to dig into the stone until my tips
felt as if I was tearing the skin off.
I
loved sex. I loved the pleasure it let me share. What I didn't love was
the romantic mystique I tried to weave around that act being torn away,
shredded for the entertainment of people I didn't know. How could I
protect myself if any woman looking at me had seen me naked, in
coquitos? How could I tell who was really a threat if I couldn't see
behind their eyes?
