Foolish Wisdom
Part III: Revolution
15 Reconnecting
WOW! How long is this dream going to last? I was sure I wasn’t going to be sleeping with my loving girlfriends once school started, but if this was our summer vacation, I was all for it. Coffee was made and the bread was ready to come out of the oven when Mom and Dad came out of their bedroom.
“Okay. You win,” Dad said.
“Pay up.” Dad kissed Mom. It was tender and sweet. I liked that my parents were in love.
“What was the bet?” I asked as I got the bread out and poured them each their coffee.
“Dad thought you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed to make breakfast with three girls lying beside you,” Mom said. “I told him you were far more responsible than that.”
“It was a close thing,” I admitted. “What would you have won, Dad?”
“Your mother would have owed me a kiss.”
“Oh. Sorry I cost you that.” We laughed and I cracked their eggs into the frying pan. “Um… you probably know this better than I do. How long do they sleep? When should I start their breakfast?” I pointed at the ceiling to indicate the girls.
“Hannah didn’t used to go back to bed at all after the papers were delivered,” Mom said. “She would be out here making something before we got up. The past couple of weeks, though, she’s been slipping back to bed while things cooked. Maybe she’s becoming a teenager.”
“I don’t think any of them have stayed in bed past seven all summer. Sarah moves a little more slowly in the morning, but Hannah and Samantha are in a race to get to the barn every morning,” Dad laughed.
“Horses!” Hannah said as she bounced into the kitchen. She’d worn shorts on her paper route, but she was dressed in jeans for riding this time. Samantha was right behind her, looking just as spectacular in her tight jeans and T-shirt with a bandana tied around her neck. Both girls kissed Mom and Dad on the cheek. I kept frying eggs and slicing bread. Mom and Dad were getting ready to leave when Sarah came into the kitchen. She kissed them on the cheek, too.
“How many extra for dinner tonight?” Mom asked. Hannah and Samantha conferred.
“Five, Momma-Marilyn,” Sam said.
“I have to work until eight tonight,” Sarah said. “So, don’t set a place for me.”
“So that makes a total of ten? Better make sure the chef knows. Nothing too elaborate. We’re still operating on a food budget around here,” Mom said. “We’ll see you kids tonight.”
They left and I turned to my girlfriends. “What’s going on?”
“Carl, Brenda, Doug, Rhiannon, and Doreen are coming over this afternoon. Sarah has to go to work. So, there will be ten for dinner. I suggest you plan to grill something. Maybe make potato salad or something picnic-y,” Hannah said.
“I’ll take you to get groceries after I’ve had breakfast,” Sarah said. “I have to be to work at noon.”
“And what are you two doing?” I asked.
“Horses,” Samantha said. “We have to work with them every morning. You’d be so proud of the way Rika is behaving. We’re going to win a ribbon.”
“Papa-Hayden says Silk is turning poles faster than he’s ever seen her. Wait till you see her,” Hannah said. The girls pulled on their boots and hats at the door. “See you guys later.”
I turned and looked at Sarah. Apparently, it took her longer to wake up in the morning.
“Well, honey, now that the children are all out of the house, what would you like to do this morning?” I asked.
“Can we go back to bed?” she asked. She caught her breath and looked up at me. “I was… uh… kidding. Sort of.” I smiled at her and sat beside her at the table. I buttered a piece of the still warm bread and fed it to her. She giggled and finished her coffee. So funny. This household was definitely different than the Pratt home. Anna liked her morning coffee but Jennifer and Courtney just wanted chocolate in the morning. And if you put chocolate in Anna’s coffee she was really in heaven. Here, everyone drank coffee in the morning. I’d been drinking it since I was twelve. I put my arm around Sarah and she leaned against my shoulder.
“You don’t have to be to work until noon? That means we really don’t need to get groceries until ten. We’ve got three hours.”
“We need to clean up the dishes and neaten the house,” Sarah said.
“I think we still have time to cuddle a little if you want.”
“I really don’t think we should go back to bed. I don’t know if I could control myself,” she whispered. “I’ve been getting such crazy feelings lately. Sometimes I feel like I’m… turned on… over nothing. I get all… squishy.”
“Welcome to a guy’s world,” I laughed. “Heck, we get hard just because we reach in a pocket for change. I wasn’t suggesting bed, though. Let’s go cuddle in the big chair for a while. I just want to hold you, girlfriend.”
I led Sarah to Dad’s recliner and she curled up on my lap. The rest of us had all dressed, but Sarah still had her shorty pajamas on.
“May I have a good morning kiss from my boyfriend,” Sarah whispered.
“I’d really like that, honey,” I said. We pressed our lips together and it was like a little trigger that caused them to open. That good morning kiss was a real eye-popper. Sarah was wiggling on top of me and had to be able to feel my rigid cock under her butt. “Sarah, may I touch your breasts while we kiss?”
“Yes, Brian. I give you explicit permission to touch me. Anywhere inside or outside my clothes.” The temperature of our kiss went up as my hand made its way up under her shirt, first along her back, then under her arm to her breast. Sarah had her hands locked behind my neck and was really into the kiss and sensations. My left hand explored her chest while my right held her bare back. She was more intense than I’d ever seen her. She pulled away and looked me in the eye. “Hannah has been reading a psychology book. The girl is scary smart. I love her so much. She says that when we give permission, it’s really a passive act. We’re telling you that whatever you want to do us you can. But it doesn’t say what we want you to do. If we want something specific, we should ask for it specifically. Like asking for a kiss. That’s active, not passive.”
“I guess that makes sense.”
“Brian, will you touch my bottom like you did that day just before you left for the summer?” She buried her face against my shoulder and I could feel it heat up.
“I’ve dreamed about doing that again,” I said. I found her lips again and lowered my left hand to her leg. Maybe she wasn’t quite as silky smooth as Samantha, but her thigh was just amazing. I kept stroking and petting higher and higher until I was right at the back edge of her pajamas. I know she was expecting me to slide up into the leg hole, but instead I dropped my right hand down her back and beneath the waistband. From this position I could just wrap my hand all the way around her little butt. She went almost rigid against me and moaned into my mouth. As soon as she started to relax, I went ahead and moved my left hand up to her butt through the leg of her pajamas so I held and softly petted both her butt cheeks.
“I’m seventeen,” she panted. “I’ve hardly ever dated anyone. I’ve never let a boy touch me sexually. The idea always appealed to me, but the boys didn’t. Now all I want is to feel your hands on my breasts and my bottom. And I want you to touch me… there… someday. Someday after you are sixteen.” She smashed into me with another hot kiss and then pulled away, getting off of my lap. “I need to take a shower.” She turned her back and pulled her pajama bottoms off completely. Bending over slightly, she asked, “You didn’t leave any marks, did you?” I stared at the display and reached out to stroke her again, softly tracing her crack until I had to pull away.
“No. No marks. It’s just perfect. Perfect.” She left me. I heard the shower running and knew I was going to have to relieve some pressure or go the whole day with a tent pole in my pants.
Dinner with Brenda, Carl, Doug, Rhiannon, and Doreen was a blast. I grilled some sausages and some Portobello mushrooms marinated in olive oil, soy sauce, and Worcestershire. We had potato salad and deviled eggs and raw veggies. We even ate outside at a folding table. The guys had all had a great summer and I handed out more “Brian’s Girlfriend” aprons. Jennifer and Courtney had had them made up for everyone. I wasn’t so sure it was a great idea, but everybody took it with good humor.
“Well,” Dad huffed. “That’s what you get for never choosing a name for the people involved in the dating agreement. You could have been ‘the green tigers’ or something.”
“That sounds like a sports team,” Rhiannon complained.
“Go Tigers!” Brenda yelled. “Oops. Sorry.”
They hung around until after Sarah got home and then finally all got in the car. Doug rode in front with Doreen and I saw him reach over to take her hand while I was saying goodbye. Rhiannon grinned at me and waggled her eyebrows. I had a feeling things were getting interesting.
The rest of the week was like that. Cassie and Liz came over for dinner Wednesday night. I gave Cassie a ride home on Silk. Liz spent the night.
“We’re sleeping on the floor,” Hannah announced.
“Until our boyfriend gets a bigger bed,” Sarah added.
“We could all sleep on the floor,” I suggested.
“You aren’t getting the point,” Samantha whispered in one ear. Liz licked my other ear.
“Lubricious,” she whispered. Oh. Oh!
I got good night kisses from Hannah and Sarah and they cuddled into a pile of blankets on the floor. Somehow it seemed like I had a lot more blankets in my room than I used to. Since they only used a sheet to cover up with, it made a pretty decent pad. Liz and Samantha slipped into bed next to me. God! Either of these girls can shake my world. Both together? They were the only two of the girlfriends whose pussies I’d actually touched with my fingers before the agreement. And they had each tasted my come. Both had pushed our boundaries to the limit and let me stare right into the gates of paradise. If I was to believe Hannah—and why wouldn’t I?—both had decided I was the one that would go all the way with them. What could I do here in bed with them cuddled up to me and planting little kisses along my neck and ears?
“I want to kiss you both,” I whispered. “I guess I’m asking your permission. But, Liz? Sam? I want to do so much more with you. I’m asking both of you for permission to touch you during our night together. Touch you as intimately as the rules will allow. I love you both and I want to make you both happy.”
“Making us orgasm isn’t required to make us happy,” Liz breathed in my ear. My God! She had this thing for licking and breathing in my ear and I had goose bumps all the way from my scalp to my ankles. “But I’d be happy to let you make me orgasm. If I can have the same permission.”
“I give you that permission as long as Samantha is also on board. Sam?”
“Remember Monday morning when you asked if I needed a little more time? I need it now. Please touch me in all the ways the rules allow, Brian, and let me touch you.”
“Yes, Samantha, my love. I love you both.”
“Liz?” Sam asked. “Um… if in the course of pleasing our man and being made happy by him I should happen to… um… touch you a little… uh… accidentally, would that be okay?”
“Sister girlfriend, if it would help to please our boyfriend, I’d sit on your face.”
“Really?”
“Only in the interest of giving him pleasure, of course.”
“Of course.”
And with that, we kissed and went to sleep. For a while. I woke up about midnight with Sam humping my leg again. A hand was wrapped around my cock, encouraging me to get even harder. I lifted Sam’s chin and kissed her. Her pajama shirt buttoned up the front and I unbuttoned it easily to fondle her breasts. I pulled her up so I could suckle her nipples. That brought her pussy away from the firmness of my thigh and she struggled to get a solid contact. I pushed my hand between us and began searching for her pleasure button.
“Inside,” she whispered. “I’m wearing panties. You can go inside my pajamas.” The little scrap of fabric I found inside her pajamas barely qualified as a layer between us. Samantha was flooding my hand right through the thin material. I could even push it into her a little when I found her opening. I kept sucking on her nipples and she was vibrating against me. “I’m going to scream,” she whined. I felt Liz move above my head and Samantha’s scream was muffled by her mouth.
That was when I finally realized the hand on my cock wasn’t Sam’s. I started pulsing in Liz’s grip until I felt I’d emptied a month’s worth of sperm from my balls. Sam’s breast was pressed so tightly against my face that I think I passed out.
I opened my eyes and saw Hannah heading for the dresser. She looked at me and threw me a kiss then signaled me to stay put. She stripped off her night-wear and put on clean underwear, a T-shirt, and shorts. Sarah struggled out of her bedroll on the floor and joined her sister. Hannah helped her out of her nightgown and panties, then handed her clean underwear, a T-shirt, and shorts. They looked like twins. Sarah looked up and saw me watching. She caught her breath and then smiled, waving at me with her fingers. Both girls disappeared down the stairs. It looked like Sarah was accompanying Hannah on the route this morning. I heard Sarah’s rattling old diesel come to life and crunch out the driveway.
I felt moisture on my left ear and goose bumps all down my body.
“My turn now,” Liz whispered. She kissed me. As often as Liz and I had played, we didn’t often take time to just kiss. This one wasn’t long. Sam slipped down toward my waist, so she must be awake, too. “I’ve been waiting for this for two months. Do you remember what I looked like the last time I saw you?” The vision of Liz with her legs parted and her juices flowing out of her was emblazoned in my memory. Oh hell, yes. “Taste me and let me taste you,” she whispered. There was a little shuffling around and Liz planted her panty-clad pussy straight down on my mouth. There was whispering near my waist and I felt little nibbles along my cock shaft through my underwear. Oh fuck!
I just went with it. I felt Liz along her legs and up around her butt as she ground herself against my mouth. I let my hands slip to her front and find her little tits. I pinched her nipples and felt and tasted the liquid offering through her panties. I could feel Liz’s mouth as she squeezed my cock between her lips and got more instructions from Sam. Then I could feel Samantha burrowing between my legs to mouth my balls. When I brought my hands back and pulled Liz’s pants down so I could fondle her ass, she came, her juices flooding my mouth. I wasn’t far behind and I could feel some of my own come spattering my stomach at the waistband of my shorts. Two tongues competed to clean me off without touching my cock.
“You only got the filtered version,” Liz said as she moved around so her head replaced her pussy near my mouth. “I really came, feeling you throbbing in my mouth. God, Brian, I want to fuck you so much! Here.” She shuffled around some more and in a moment her fingers were at my mouth. “Taste me. I just scooped this out of my pussy. Can you smell me? Do you like the way I taste?” Oh, hell! I sucked Liz’s fingers into my mouth and licked them clean. I was intoxicated.
“If you have Liz for a main course, would you like me for dessert?” Samantha asked as she pressed fingers wet with her juices to my lips. I was overwhelmed. “Six months and you get it straight from the source,” Sam whispered in my ear. As soon as I’d licked her fingers clean, I turned and kissed her. I did the same to Liz.
“My darlings, I love you both so much. But if I don’t get out of here, I’m going to do something that isn’t in the agreement. I love you. I just have to go make breakfast. I have to.” I gave each of them a squeeze and another kiss, then grabbed a clean pair of underwear and shorts and ran for the shower.
The other sleepovers that week were more sedate. Samantha and Liz just pushed my buttons in all the right ways. I couldn’t stop myself when I was with them. Sora, Denise, Sugar, Geoff, Lionel, and Josh all came for dinner, but none of them stayed over. We had a good time and made a lot of plans for the fall. We were going to have a hot JV team, though it was likely that a couple of the guys would move to varsity as sophomores. We all speculated about Josh, Carl, Doug, and Derek. We were all sure Ty would move up. We lost a lot of height when Lamar, Jeff, and Birdman graduated this year. There was really never a question of Whitney or me moving to varsity.
There was a rule-change this year that we’d just started hearing about. Apparently the IHSAA had adopted it, but the schools had a couple years to get their courts repainted. In those schools that did, however, the three-point rule would go into effect. Lionel had a drawing the varsity players got during a one-week camp at the school right after our court was repainted. An arc was drawn from the top of the key to a spot a little more than five feet from the sideline and then parallel the sideline to the baseline. Any shot sunk from outside that zone was worth three points. Guess what! That was Whitney’s, Josh’s, and my sweet spot. We were sure Josh would move up to varsity.
Friday night was special. Lamar and Renee were heading to Bloomington the next day and we had their Moms over as well. Elaine and her parents and brother were also with us. Sam, Hannah, and Sarah all took off to spend the weekend with their parents. Apparently, they’d spent most of the summer at our house and parents like to see their kids occasionally. Imagine that!
Lamar and Renee had obviously crossed some threshold over the summer, even since Rose and I spent the day with them in July. They would be living in dormitories at IU but were definitely going to school as boyfriend and girlfriend. They knew it was going to be tough. But somehow, I think their moms had always held a secret hope that they’d get together. Elaine, of course, was keeping us all in stitches describing her visit to the UIndy campus to register for classes. She didn’t have to move in until Thursday but had already met her roommate. She’d thought she was rooming with a boy at first and was somehow thinking her virtue would be safer if she was. I had a feeling that the roommate she was describing was really nothing at all like the one she’d be sharing a room with. Whenever Elaine happened to run down a little, her brother picked it up. That guy had never let being in a wheelchair get him down. He’d finished his college program and had just gotten his first real job. His legs might be crippled, but his mouth ran just as fast as Elaine’s.
“So, I suppose Elaine is going to be blaming everything on her roommate this year instead of on me,” he said. “I feel so… discarded.”
“Oh, big brother, don’t feel like that. I’m still going to blame you for everything.”
We had dessert and Elaine helped me serve drinks to the parental units before the five of us youngsters went outside. Lamar and I guided Cam’s chair down the two steps to get to the driveway. Dad added a new cement pad in front of the garage this summer. That was going to be a lot easier practicing basketball on than the old cinder drive. Cam was able to roll around and even took a few good shots at the basket. I realized then how much upper body strength he had. Mostly, though, we just hung around and talked. Everybody was excited about what the fall was going to bring and I realized I hadn’t even thought about it.
“I start driver’s ed the first week of school,” I said.
“Hey, you’ll be able to pick up your own dates,” Elaine laughed.
“Maybe. What do you plan to do with your car when you go to school? Need someplace to keep it? A car needs to be cared for like a horse, you know. Washed and cleaned each week. Exercised.”
“Oh no you don’t! My little car is going with me to Indy.” I got no sympathy from Lamar or Renee, either. It was pretty much the same response I got from Mom and Dad. I would have a license but no wheels. I was going to have to work on that.
We didn’t realize how late it was getting until Doris and Cecile came out and asked their designated drivers to wheel them home. They got in the roomy back seat of Lamar’s car and I gave both him and Renee a big hug goodbye.
“Don’t forget. We expect to see you on campus in three years,” Lamar said.
“May I have a goodbye kiss from my boyfriend?” Renee asked, sidling up to me. Lamar rolled his eyes and motioned me to get on with it. It was a sweet kiss and I hugged her again. “Thank you for being there when I was a wreck,” Renee said. “I’d never have made it without you. Brian, did you know my name means “born again” in French? I finally feel like it fits me.” She turned and got a more eye-popping kiss from Elaine and stooped to give a nice little kiss to Cam, too. Then they were gone. Their car hadn’t made it to the end of the driveway when Fred and Alice came out with Mom and Dad.
“This has been a great night,” Fred said. “Let’s roll, son.” Cam snorted, even though I’m sure he’d heard his dad say that dozens of times. What I wasn’t expecting was for Cam to wheel himself to the driver’s door, hoist himself out of the chair and slide under the steering wheel. His dad put the wheelchair in the back and Cam started the car.
“He drives?” I whispered to Elaine.
“It’s all hand controls. He wants to get a van with a lift, though. Says it would be a lot easier to get in and out of.”
“Wow. Uh… may I have a goodnight kiss, girlfriend?” Elaine wasn’t moving.
“Sure. Eventually. When we’re ready to say goodnight.” We waved as Cam drove his parents home.
“Uh… you didn’t drive, did you?” I asked.
“No. I can get a ride if I need one but I suppose I should really ask you a question. Brian, may I sleep with my boyfriend tonight?”
“Wow! Elaine, I’d love that, but Mom and Dad have been pretty strict about it never being just two people in my bedroom. We’ll have to get permission from them.”
“I already did. I told them we couldn’t really do anything since we were like brother and sister.”
“They fell for that?”
“No. But I did promise we’d be good.” She leaned in and whispered in my ear in a way that made shivers run down my spine. “Very good.” Just then Mom and Dad opened the garage door. It wasn’t really late, only about eight-thirty, so I supposed they could be headed out somewhere. In fact, I was surprised that everyone had left already. Dad backed out and had the window down.
“We’ll see you Sunday afternoon when you get home from the fair, son,” he said. “Mom and I are… going to go visit a friend. Uh… for the weekend. You mind your babysitter, now.”
“Dad?”
“Son, we’ve been looking forward to tonight as much as you are. Just abide by the rules, okay?”
“That includes doing the dishes and cleaning up the mess in the kitchen,” Mom called from the other side. Dad rolled up the window and they drove away.
“My babysitter?”
“I didn’t know they were going to say you had to obey me. Oh boy!”
“They didn’t say obey, Elaine; they said mind the babysitter. Now, how can I possibly mind having you as my babysitter?”
“Come on, boyfriend. Let’s go clean up the kitchen.”
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