Double Team
Chapter 201
“You’re seventeen now. You can do… absolutely nothing you couldn’t already.”
—Abby McDonald, Getting Over Garrett Delaney
FOR SOME MYSTERIOUS REASON my things all ended up in the big master suite on the third floor. Rachel and Livy came to bed with me, but I went to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Not sure if the ladies messed around or not. There was plenty of room in the huge bed. In fact, I thought this bed might be custom and wondered where they bought sheets for it.
Idle thoughts as I woke up. My eyes came open slowly and then with a jolt as I lay staring at myself. Not some metaphysical out of body experience. There was a mirror on the ceiling. Oh, Christ! Must we? I knew the outline of the story. We got this house for under a million because the former owner fancied himself a playboy and got in way over his head. When he wasn’t reelected to congress, he had to put the house on the market and go back to Arkansas. I just hadn’t expected to wake up to seeing myself staring down at me. And at the two naked girls beside me. Well, there were worse ways to wake up, I suppose.
I slipped into the bathroom and considered whether I should just dress and go for a run. The window showed it was just dawn. Hmm. Run in the half light of morning or crawl back between the sheets with two magnificent naked girls. I rinsed my mouth and got back into bed. Livy rolled over the top of me and paused long enough to kiss me before she hustled into the bathroom. I continued toward the center of the bed and put my arms gently around my still-sleeping redhead. She stirred enough to put her head on my shoulder and make a kissy face before dropping off to sleep again in my arms.
Livy cuddled up behind me and began slowly stroking my shoulder. Her hand eventually found its way south and wrapped around my cock, getting my attention.
“I’m awake,” Livy said. “And naked. And ready.” I turned my head toward her and Rachel gave me a little shove before rolling the other way.
“Awake, naked, and ready are three of my favorite things,” I whispered. I folded Livy into my arms and we began kissing. I kept glancing up at the mirror. It was distracting. Livy had kicked the sheet down and I could see her long lean body stretched out next to me, rubbing and caressing me.
“Lie on your back,” she whispered. “You’ll get a better view.” I scooted around until I was lying back and looking straight up at the ceiling, watching Livy play with my cock. She kissed me again and then turned around to straddle me, facing away. I could see her reflection as she stroked my cock through her juices and then slid it into her open pussy. I moaned and so did Livy as she lay back on me, legs spread wide so we could both see my cock pumping into her pussy and I could see her breasts as I played with her nipples.
“It’s like having our own private porn movie going on in front of us,” I said.
“I wonder if that guy who owned this place ever got to look up at a sight like this,” Livy said. “I love feeling your cock in me as I watch it part my pussy lips.”
“I love being able to see all of you while we’re fucking,” I rasped. I pinched her nipples lightly and let one hand cruise down her body to dip into her pussy far enough to tickle her clit. I could see her powerful stomach muscles ripple.
It’s funny but being able to see her as we made love, stretched out fully on top of me, was secondary to seeing her face as she came. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and arched her back to drive down on my cock a little farther. Her mouth came open and stretched into a rictus of ecstasy. Her brow creased and a soft, “Ohh!” issued forth as I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock and unleashed my load into her.
I could live with the mirror if it meant I could see my wives climax like this.
Rachel kissed Livy and me as we got out of bed to dress and go for a run.
“I don’t want to get up. Go find me a cuddle bunny and send her here,” Rachel yawned. It didn’t take us long. We went down stairs and met Nanette coming out of one of the bedrooms and heard Brittany softly complain from the bed. I went in and scooped Britt out of the bed and carried her upstairs to put her in bed with Rachel. Both girls sighed and cuddled together, soon fast asleep.
Nanette, Livy, and I warmed up and started our run toward the park. We were just four blocks from Rock Creek Park and turned onto the trail along the creek for a nice long run. Our watches said we were out for a little over 10k. Unless I was training to do another half marathon, it was a perfect morning run. I could see myself doing this every morning.
“So, what are the long-term sleeping arrangements and what was I doing in the master suite last night?” I asked as we all sat for breakfast. What a treat! Beca had been up soon after we left on our run and put a French toast casserole in one of the ovens. All thirteen of us sat at the long table in the great room with our coffee and the yummy breakfast. My whole family.
“We all chose spaces yesterday while you were in the hot tub,” Em laughed. “Remind me later that you owe me some heavy lifting. I carried your stuff up all those stairs.”
“We just thought you should have the playboy space,” Sophie laughed. “I understand there is quite a view from your bed.”
“You wouldn’t believe,” Rachel said. “It was all I could do not to jump on them this morning. Watching was very hot.”
“You were awake?” I said.
“Oh, yeah. And busy with my fingers. Brittany got her face shoved into the swamp when you brought her to bed.”
“Soup, maybe,” Brittany said. “Much too tasty for a swamp.”
“I just assumed Donna would have the master suite like in Indiana,” I said. I don’t know why I assumed that. It just seemed natural.
“All the rooms have big beds and convenient if not private baths,” Donna said. “There isn’t really that much difference in the facilities. As long as we all have a place for our clothes, and a mirror for our makeup, I’m guessing sleeping will be kind of fluid.”
“And don’t think you have to stay up there and wait for us,” Desi said. “You are completely free to prowl around the other five bedrooms to find what you want. We certainly will be.”
“What’s the schedule today?” Beca asked. I thought she meant for beds but Rachel answered.
“We’re mostly nesting for the weekend,” she said. “Sadly, Jacob, Cindy, Remas, and Desi all need to go over to the school with instruments for rehearsal at two o’clock.”
“I forget. What are we rehearsing this time?” Cindy asked.
“This is for the concert on the mall Monday. No speeches this time, Jacob. The National Orchestra will play first. There are a couple of other groups. Then the Young America Orchestra plays. The two of you have been invited to join the orchestra for the day—Cindy in the woodwinds, obviously, and Jacob with the viol. Then you are scheduled for a half hour of the Morricone music. Remas and Desi will join you as will Divine Love. The rehearsal this afternoon is your opportunity to have a run-through with the orchestra and then to refresh yourselves with the program of spaghetti western music. It’s truncated and you’ve been over the music last week.”
“We might need to practice again with Andy and David,” I sighed. “Do you think they’d come over on Sunday?”
“An opportunity to see our new house and run around naked for an afternoon?” Desi laughed. “Of course they would.”
“We need to figure out rehearsal space,” I sighed.
“You didn’t even look at it, did you!” Nanette said. She jumped up from the table and grabbed my hand. At the front of the house, the playboy congressman had an office. Nanette and Sophie had it redone as a practice room for Cindy, Desi, Remas, and me. It wasn’t a huge space, but it was comfortable and they’d used an acoustic padding on the walls to cut the amount of echo in the room. There was plenty of room for us to store our instruments and even to set up David’s drums when he came over. Nice!
Rehearsal went pretty smoothly. It was fun to renew acquaintance with some of the folks we’d toured with in California. There was no other viola da gamba in the orchestra but a lot of interest in the instrument. A couple of people wanted to talk about doing some chamber music that featured the viol with a string quartet. This was like being with our fellow orchestra members in LeBlanc’s class, except the average talent level here was about double what it was in Indiana. We were truly working with people who considered themselves first and foremost, musicians.
Andy and David were excited to be working with us again. It didn’t take long for us to get in the groove, but they readily agreed to come to the house to rehearse again on Sunday. Professor Maxwell Jamison sat with us for a while to discuss the pieces and make a few suggestions on pace and interpretation. Remas and the guys already knew him and introduced him as a small ensemble coach at the school. Where the Maestro focused on the orchestra and large groups, Jamie, as we were told to call him, worked with a variety of small music groups in the school. His observations and suggestions in just the hour we rehearsed were spot on and made a big improvement in what we were playing.
DC was bustling on July 4th. I guess that’s logical. It’s the capital and the Fourth is the nation’s birthday. People came from all over the country to celebrate. A few years ago, there had been an attempt to politicize the celebration, but kickback on the attempt made it a one-time deal. Even the military, invited to participate with a show of strength in the annual parade, managed to minimize their involvement. The Independence Day Parade quickly returned to a celebration of diversity and American ideals with the major post-parade activity being the music performed on the Capitol steps for the throngs that amassed there.
The National Park Service, supplemented by National Service Corps personnel, did a fantastic job of setting up the parade and festival on the mall, providing medical attention when needed, keeping control of crowds and traffic, and generally making the celebration fun and safe. The music began at four o’clock with the National Orchestra playing the first of their two sets. They played again at the end of the program, some four-plus hours later, including orchestration for the fireworks display. The Young America Orchestra got the stage a little after six and we followed about seven-fifteen. In general, it was a great time and I was glad we were out celebrating.
That didn’t stop me from breathing a sigh of relief when we were done. We had two weeks off before we had to start service. I was seriously thinking I’d just stay in bed.
Of course, that wasn’t in the cards. We were new homeowners. Donna’s house had required regular cleaning and mowing the field—a task she’d hired a neighbor to do each week in our absence. This monstrosity of a mansion required a lot more. We knew how to handle laundry, bedding, and towels. We knew how to share cooking and kitchen cleanup. We knew how to vacuum and dust—not even obsessive Cindy could do all that. We even knew how to schedule cleaning the toilets.
It was fixing a sliding door that wouldn’t slide, painting the living room that hadn’t been completed, trimming overgrown hedges between us and the house next door, installing a garage door opener and figuring out how to park five vehicles behind our house—there was a world of maintenance jobs that hadn’t been done, no matter how industrious Nanette and Sophie had been getting the house ready. Did we really need a working doorbell?
And beneath it all ran the current of preparing for National Service. Seven of us were signing papers on Monday the 18th. Three were already in service. Ten out of thirteen and two more would be contracted by the service or the school. I had nightmares featuring this big house sitting empty while we were assigned jobs we never planned on in a dozen different parts of the country.
Dr. D had assured us that Brittany, Desi, Cindy, and I would all be attending the National School of the Arts. Donna and Emily were already working with Jo Wilson at the OCS on venues and tour dates for the fall. Beca would attend part time classes at Georgetown while she and Joan revamped the content and design of a dozen websites, including our own. We were all set. I still had nightmares.
“I’m sorry we didn’t meet before this,” Jo said as Cindy and I faced her in the office. “I just figured you needed some time to decompress and I was out of town for the holiday as well. Are we okay?” Our debriefing had waited until Monday the eleventh. I could have done without it completely.
“It’s fine,” I said. “What do you need to know?”
“Well, from the artists’ perspective, I’d like to know what you think went well and what went poorly. Especially, if there is anything about the venues that was good or bad. I want to make sure we choose venues that are appropriate for your style.” We all nodded.
“Um… we had some rough spots to work out at the beginning,” I said. “You were there for that. Champaign was kind of scary. St. Louis sort of blindsided us, but we recovered all right. It didn’t feel like the venues in the South were as well prepared or interested in us as the first week or so of the tour. We should probably work on how to handle hecklers effectively. As long as we’re campaigning, we’re going to get hit with more of that.”
“Atlanta was scary,” Cindy said.
“I think you should have canceled and left town,” Jo said. “That is the kind of situation where you should use your hotline to me and let me run interference. Using Remas to contact Dr. Donahue was kind of an end-run. You do know she isn’t a part of your management chain.”
“No, she’s our academic and musical advisor,” I said. “When we needed personal advice, she seemed like a natural choice.”
“I hope you’ll come to see me in that light as we continue to work together. How is it going working with Rachel as your direct supervisor? I mean, considering your relationship, it’s not a chain of command we’d normally allow,” Jo said.
“We’ve worked with Rachel to create a careful separation of roles,” I said. “Meeting with her about the deputation work is pretty much like meeting with you. Except sometimes we’re naked.”
Jo snorted. “Yes. Let’s keep that information among us, if you don’t mind. Any other staffing issues?”
“Having National Service security and crew at each venue was brilliant,” I said. “And as much as we hated having to split up, sending the car ahead of the bus to make sure everything at the venue was ready for our arrival was a good call. I’d say there were two things about the schedule that were a problem. Having to pull out of one location in the middle of the night and arrive at another location before dawn, trying to find a safe and legal place to park, and trying to get sleep afterward, was awkward and exhausting. I think there should always be a travel day between venues. No Memphis Monday, Jacksonville Tuesday, Baton Rouge Wednesday, Mobile Thursday schedules. That’s just too stressful. And I suppose you should check this out with Emily, but I’d feel a lot better if she wasn’t the only person who could drive the rig. Especially with all the driving in the middle of the night, I worried about her being the only one who could take the wheel.”
“Good points. There might still be some consecutive cities in the fall, but we’ll try to minimize that. I’ll talk to Emily. She will be taking over a bigger view of logistics after she rejoins the service and will need to hire drivers for other teams we plan to send out. She’ll have the liberty to hire another driver for your team if she wishes.”
“Jacob?” Cindy said on Thursday evening just after her parents had left to go to their hotel. They had come to town to celebrate Cindy’s birthday on Friday. We invited them to stay with us but they felt it was better to stay in a hotel. Cindy had a mischievous glint in her eye as soon as her parents were out the door.
“What is it, Piper?” I asked as she began pulling me toward the stairs.
“Well, I was thinking… You aren’t really the kind of guy who goes out hunting for young girls to prey on, are you?”
“Cindy! You know that! Do you think I was preying on you?”
“Oh, no. You let me drive that part of our relationship… long before I had a license. I was just thinking, though: Tonight might be your last opportunity to fuck a sixteen-year-old. Remember me? Wide-eyed, innocent, vulnerable, sixteen-year-old? Whose pussy and ass would dearly love to be fucked by you before she turns seventeen?”
“Cindy, you keep talking like that and I’m going to have to give you exactly the kind of fucking you’re talking about.”
“Oh. Would you? Please?”
We reached the master suite on the third floor and I started undressing my partner. She began to strip and I held her hands down, telling her I wanted to take her clothes off her myself.
“Remember, you are young and vulnerable and innocent,” I whispered in her ear as she shuddered. “I’ll need to take control and make sure you are completely ready for my lascivious attention.” I pulled the sleeves of her blouse off her arms to reveal her lacy bra. “That includes carefully inspecting how you’ve dressed for me. I want to take time to appreciate how your little nipples show through this thin bra. Do they harden more if I stroke the fabric over them? What happens when I kiss this rise from the center of your chest? Does blowing across your nipples excite you?” I unfastened the bra and took it off, revealing her breasts and exposing them to my attention. Cindy was panting and I hadn’t seen such a bright blush on her chest and face in months. I bent to suckle her tits and heft them in my hands. Cindy wasn’t going to be as endowed as some of my wives, but her breasts had become a very nice handful over the past few months.
“Now, I want to find out if you were as careful in picking out your panties as you were with that delightful bra.” I unfastened her slacks and edged them down over her hips, pausing with my hands filled with her butt as I pulled her to me for a long probing kiss. “You are such a tasty morsel,” I said. “I wonder if your pussy is as sweet as your lips.” I trailed kisses down her chin and neck as I knelt to pull the trousers down her legs. I lifted one foot and then the other out of the garment and she stood before me in just a pair of pink panties that matched the bra I’d already removed.
“My, but your legs are smooth and silky. Like your armpits. You seem to be freshly shaved all over.” I slipped a finger through the leg hole of her panties and stroked along her pussy. “Yes, even these lips are freshly shaved. I wonder if you had a little help with that. Rachel? Remas? Did the girl who shaved you lick you to orgasm? Did she rub soothing lotion into your labia? I like the cut of these panties. Without even removing them, I can caress this beautiful butt. I can hold your cheeks in my hands, probe deep between them to your secret treasures. This little hole in back? Yes. I’m going to plunge my cock into that hole soon. I’m going to feel it open and accept me as you scream out your orgasm.”
I pulled the lacy pink panties down her legs, exposing the neatly trimmed bush with the clean-shaven lips of her pussy. I stood again and kissed Cindy deeply, letting my hands roam all over her tender body. I lifted her onto the monstrous bed.
“Look up, Cindy. Do you see the beautiful young teen in the mirror? Look at how her nipples are flushed with excitement. How her pussy lips are flowering open expectantly. Watch how my tongue opens their folds and seeks out your pleasure.” Cindy wasn’t far from her orgasm when I started licking her and watching herself be handled in the mirror sped the process even more. She cried out her first orgasm and while she caught her breath, I quickly stripped off my clothes.
“Keep looking in the mirror, my little Piper. Look at how wet your pussy is. Watch how easy it is for my stiff cock to part your lips and sink into your tight little teenage pussy. Have you ever had such a big stiff pole pushed into you? Do you want more of it? How your vagina welcomes my penis! It sucks at me and begs me to thrust deep and hard, bouncing against her little pleasure button. Look in the mirror, Cindy. See how your stomach muscles ripple each time I pound into your pussy. That’s how your body tells me you want more. It’s why I’m ready to fill your pussy with my cream.”
She screamed before I was quite ready to shoot, but when I started two strokes later, she screamed out her orgasm again. I wasn’t going to come down or let her come down before the encore. I pushed her legs back farther, rolling her hips forward and her ass up. I had to assume she could see the come running out of her pussy and onto the asshole I pushed my cock into. Cindy’s head was flinging side to side and I doubted she was capable of either seeing or hearing what was going on as she cried out another orgasm when I’d sunk fully into her ass. At that point, the ride was for me. I pounded into her ass as she wailed out one continuous climax.
She passed out when I started spurting into her bowels. I reached for some wipes by the bedside and cleaned us both up, repositioning to lie fully on the bed instead of half off. I wrapped her in my arms and she stirred as I kissed her.
“I’m a very happy sixteen-year-old,” she purred.
“Just wait. Tomorrow I’m going to compare her to a brand new seventeen-year-old.” We kissed until we both fell asleep.
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