Foolish Wisdom
25 Bump
I SLIPPED OUT from between my lovers early in the morning and watched them roll together, kissing softly even though neither was fully awake. I went out to bake cinnamon rolls.
Good morning, sweetheart. I’m glad it’s not snowing yet but ride carefully my love. It’s cold out there and there could be slick patches, I thought to Hannah. Weird, yes. But I carried on a conversation with her in my head every morning. I even sent a kiss to her and felt that she was more accepting of that these days.
Are you sure this is what you want, love? I love these two girls like crazy, but do you want them sharing our bed when we are finally together? They’re convinced of it. I suppose that’s all so far in the future that we shouldn’t even be thinking of these things, but I can’t just have fun with them and think that’s all there is to it. Somewhere in my heart I know they are going to be there with us. Do you think all eleven of us will be together? I don’t think so. As much as I love Elaine, she’s going to go away. Not just to Indy, but really go away, like Heaven did. She’s got a calling and three years difference is really a lot when we’re still in high school and she’s in college. I’m going to visit her weekend after next, did I tell you that? After the game Saturday I’m driving to Indy to escort her to the school’s winter dance. She wanted me to come for Fall Cotillion, but we were so tied up with that stupid school board stuff that I couldn’t go. I’m really going to miss her when she flies off to New York or Hollywood. She’s in the school’s winter show in January and I hope a few of us, if not all of us, can go see her.
You should have heard Jen scream last night. If Mom and Dad and Anna hadn’t been so involved with each other, they’d probably have come to see if she was all right. She pretty much passed out afterward, but she looked so sweet this morning curled up with Courtney. It’s funny, isn’t it? As much as they love each other, they really aren’t lesbians. Or maybe they are and just can’t admit it. Either way, they want me to be in the middle of their lovemaking. It was pretty intense, honey. Is it ever going to be that way with us? I know, you have to get on the road to get those newspapers out. I love you, Hannah. Be safe.
I rolled the dough, painted it with melted butter, sprinkled it with sugar and cinnamon, and rolled it up to rise one more time.
“Mmm. I smell cinnamon rolls!” Courtney said as she came into the kitchen. I’d just taken them out of the oven and was putting frosting on them. I turned and took Courtney into my arms for a deep and loving good morning kiss. “It was so beautiful last night,” she sighed. “So much love. So strong.”
“Court, my love, I’m so sorry we all fell asleep before I could…”
“Shh. I got a little happy time, thanks to my girlfriend. As to you… I’m saving up for tonight. You’d better, too.” She turned in my arms and rubbed her butt against my blossoming erection. “Did you make me hot chocolate, too?” I jerked around to the stove just in time to save the cocoa from boiling. I poured two mugs and by the time I set them on the kitchen table, Jen came into the kitchen in a fluffy robe with a towel wrapped around her head.
“Glamour girl,” I said, catching her in my arms for a good morning kiss. She pulled my hand inside her robe to get a good handful of bare bosom as we kissed.
“I am so in love with you,” she sighed. I reluctantly withdrew my hand just before Anna stumbled into the kitchen. She looked ravished.
“Did you hear a cat yowling last night?” she asked as I handed her a mug of coffee. “Mmm. With chocolate in it. Thank you, dear boy.”
“Is that what that screeching was?” I asked. “A cat. Hmm. Sounded like it was practically in the hall.” Anna slapped my arm and grabbed a cinnamon roll.
“Raccoons,” Dad said as he came into the room. He kissed each of the girls on the head and Anna on the lips. “They’re in season. Make an awful racket.” I handed him his coffee and roll. “Doesn’t last long, though. I think they hyperventilate and pass out.”
“Speaking of which,” Anna said coyly, “Where’s Marilyn?”
“Dressing. Says she won’t come into her hostess’ kitchen in pajamas.”
“You dressed,” Mom said from the door. She looked bright and cheerful. Her hair was done up neatly and she was…
“Mom! You’re wearing makeup!” I said as she hugged me.
“Of course. It’s Friday. And you, young ladies, are definitely not ready for the stores yet.” She kissed Jennifer and Courtney on the cheek. Then she gave Anna a warm kiss on the lips and Dad a kiss that even curled my toes.
“Shopping!” the girls chorused. There was a mad scramble and all three Kokomo girls ran for their rooms. I sat at the table with Mom and Dad and ate my own roll while Mom oohed over it.
“Um… Dad, there’s something I wanted to ask you,” I said.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked softly. “With your mom and me and Anna?”
“Oh, hell yes. Sorry. Didn’t mean to swear. You all three look so happy it makes me happy, too. And how could I object when I have ten girlfriends? I love Anna almost as much as I do Jennifer and Courtney. That’s not what I meant I wanted to ask you.”
“Okay. Shoot.” Mom and Dad visibly relaxed.
“I guess I don’t feel like I’ve been contributing enough this fall. I mean, you raised my allowance when you brought Jingo home, which I really appreciate, but I feel almost like you’re paying me to accept a gift. I don’t feel like I’m earning my way.” I’d been feeling guilty ever since school started. We went straight from the debate to the campaign to the election to basketball season. I was still making breakfast every morning, but as often as not, dinner was in the crockpot. I couldn’t get home in time to make something after practice. And I had piles of homework this year. Dad was giving me thirty-five dollars a week just to keep the horses fed and breakfast on the table.
“Do you need more money?” Mom asked. “I know you must spend a lot on all those girlfriends.”
“It’s not about the money, Mom,” I said. “I mean, yeah, I spend most of what I earn, but I’m putting away a little for special things.”
“Like taking Elaine to her Winter Ball?” she asked.
“Yeah. And thank you for trusting me with the car for the weekend. That means a lot, but it’s one more thing I don’t feel like I’ve earned.”
“Son, how old are you?” Dad asked.
“Sixteen. You know that.”
“All grown up now. You made some good points in your debate. I know you were making them to shed light on what the school board was doing, but this whole ‘becoming an adult’ really is a gradual process. You are way ahead of most boys your age. I think I’ll stop using that word now. You are way ahead of most young men your age. You’ve shown you are more than a boy, but the fact of the matter is that you are still dependent on us. We aren’t kicking you out of the house to make your own living. As parents, we also have a responsibility to provide for you.”
“But…”
“You’ve always had a special drive to show your worth, Brian,” Mom said. “Maybe it comes from always having been small in stature. We don’t feel like you are taking advantage of us. Your room is always neat and clean.”
“With all the kids and girlfriends that come to occupy it, I’d die if it wasn’t clean. Or one of them would kill me.”
“Be that as it may, since you started cooking on a regular basis, I believe our health has improved. You don’t overfeed us. Look at your father. He hasn’t been this trim in years.”
“That could be because he’s trying to impress the beautiful young women in his life,” I laughed. “You know, Mom, you really are a beautiful woman. It’s too bad Betts didn’t inherit your temperament as well as your good looks.”
“The flattery, while genuine and appreciated, is getting us off track,” Dad said. “The fact of the matter is that your most important job right now is school. You work hard at it and it shows. You don’t shirk your duties at home. You might think we’re paying you to take care of a gift when we gave you Jingo, but it’s the horse that received the gift. For all that she loved them and loved to show them, do you think Betts ever cared for her horses like you do? Or even like you did when she was home? We don’t feel slighted. In fact, we want to make sure you talk to us if things ever become too much. I’m sure there will be times when you’ll want to do something and feel tied down by your responsibilities.”
“We saw that when you wouldn’t go to science camp because of your newspaper duties. You know Dad and I would have covered your route for you.”
“It didn’t seem right or fair. You already have jobs and work hard.”
“That’s true. And you know what? I got a raise this fall.” He looked at mom and she nodded. “I think it is only fair to share a little of it with my family for discretionary spending.” He reached in his wallet and pulled out two hundred-dollar bills. I don’t think I’d ever seen a hundred-dollar bill before. He handed them both to Mom. “This is to help your Christmas shopping along today, darling,” he said, kissing her. She returned that kiss enthusiastically.
I turned to the counter and got the coffeepot while they enjoyed the little interlude.
“As for your financial situation,” Dad said, “we’re still not rich, but we’re comfortable now. Having only one child in the house actually made quite a difference in our budget. Well, not including paying for the wedding. I think you can count on forty dollars a week in your account from here on out and if you spot something you especially like while we’re shopping today—for either yourself or your girlfriends—let me know and if it’s reasonable, we’ll discuss it. I’m feeling very generous today.”
“Dad, thanks. You know that wasn’t really what it was all about but thank you anyway. You guys are really the best parents in the world.” I hugged them both.
“Aww. Isn’t that sweet?” Jennifer said. “Brian, you need to come back here and dress.” Jennifer looked beautiful. She was wearing a dress and low heels, just like Mom was. Behind her, Courtney looked like a slightly shorter twin.
“I’m dressed,” I said, looking at my jeans and T-shirt.
“Not for shopping with us,” Courtney said. “We don’t want people to think our boyfriend is a slob.”
“We’re going to the mall, aren’t we?” I sighed.
Well, letting Jennifer and Courtney dress me in khaki slacks and an oxford shirt and my loafers wasn’t the worst thing in the world. They had to keep readjusting things so the slacks would look ‘right.’ Believe me, nothing was right about it when they were finished.
“Save it up, boyfriend,” Courtney whispered in my ear. That sent shivers down my spine.
“Dad, look at this!” The ladies had sent us men off while they did some personal shopping. I found a kitchen store and dragged Dad into it. These new gadgets had just come out. “Look. Bill and Crystal had one of these at the restaurant. We refilled it a dozen times a night. You put whipping cream in here and then screw a charger in here. Turn it over and instant whipped cream. The real stuff—not Kool Whip!”
“Do we use whipped cream?”
“What was on the pumpkin pie for dessert yesterday?”
“And you used one of these?”
“No. I spent twenty minutes whipping it by hand. I really need one of these.”
“You have an allowance.”
I bought the spritzer and two dozen cartridges.
“Now this is a gadget store,” Dad said. It was pretty cool. They had a single display of each item available in the store and when you chose one an order went to the back room and somebody put it on a conveyer to be delivered to the cashier. And they had things you never thought you could ever need. Book lights, business card dispensers, all-in-one electronic tool kits. You name it. I’d seen their advertisement in Popular Science. It seemed like they had anything Edmund Scientific didn’t. But their store had tons of silly household gadgets, too. There was this wooden roller thing for massaging your feet and a complete set of magnifying glasses from two-power to twelve-power. Electric toothbrushes!
“Dad, did you see the recliner that vibrates and gives you a massage? Maybe you should trade up. I could take your old chair upstairs.”
“In your dreams. Now this is something that you should try.” Dad handed me an electric shaver. It was pretty cool, but I hardly ever shaved. “You’ve been getting a little ragged on your lip. I know you borrow my razor every so often, but you should probably have one of your own to use regularly. I’d suggest at least three times a week. Starting tonight.” Dad ordered the shaver and handed it to me.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. You have moderately long hair, but you keep it trimmed. Who is doing that, by the way?”
“Um… Liz kind of likes to cut my hair. She’s pretty good at it, too.”
“I have to agree. If she decided to go into business, let me know. Al only knows one cut. I wouldn’t mind hair a little longer.”
“Um…”
“Don’t say it. I do have hair. Now I want to tell you something about shaving that Grandpa Frost told me and I have followed since the day he told me.” I was prepared for some joke. I wasn’t prepared for, “Old men shave in the morning. Young men shave at night. Your Grandpa shaved at night until the day Grandma died.” We both bowed our heads for Grandma Frost a moment. “So, start tonight. And any evening that you have a date with a young woman. Believe me, she’ll appreciate it.”
Dad followed me reluctantly into Claire’s before we met up with the girls for lunch. It has all kinds of popular jewelry and accessories for girls. I asked him if he thought I should get my ear pierced after which he enthusiastically endorsed my purchase for my girlfriends—and helped pay for it.
I was in my proper pajamas when I went into Jennifer and Courtney’s room, freshly shaven. Court was in bed with a lamp lit on the bedside table. I went over to the bed and kissed her head before looking around.
“Where’s Jen?”
“In your room.”
“Um… Am I supposed to… uh…” I was totally confused. I’d never known Jen and Court to sleep in separate rooms. Especially with me here. And if one was in one room and one was in the other, I had to be with only one of them.
“You are supposed to come to bed with me, lover,” Courtney whispered. She hid her face and I reached out to touch her.
“Court? What’s going on?”
“I asked if I could have you alone tonight. Is it okay, Bri?”
“Um… is it okay with Jen? Courtney, I love you both. I know you love each other. Why don’t you want Jen with us?”
“Sometimes Jen and I are together and you aren’t with us. Is that a problem?”
“No. But I feel bad with her by herself in a different room.”
“She volunteered. Well, I asked her and she volunteered. She’ll be in a little later. I just wanted to find out… Brian, we both love you, but we each love you, too. Don’t you spend one-on-one time with any of your other girlfriends?”
“Well, sure. I guess I see what you mean. Do you mind if I go kiss Jen goodnight, then?”
“Of course not, silly. I already did.”
I slipped across the hall to “my” room, the guestroom. Jen was sitting in bed reading.
“I knew you’d come,” she said. She held out her arms and I went to her. We kissed.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes, dear. I love you. I love Courtney. Remember our rules? No jealousy. When you first explained it, it was that either of us would know that it would balance out. I know I’ll get some one-on-one time with you. It was pretty much that way last night. We all fell asleep before Courtney got any loving at all. Tonight’s her night. Go love her, Brian. Take this to her from me, okay?” she asked. I didn’t see anything, but Jennifer pulled my hand under the covers and into her pussy. She had a T-shirt on, but no panties. And she was wet. She guided my hand in scooping some of her nectar onto my fingers. “Take this to Courtney and tell her I love her and said to have fun.” She kissed me again and waved me out of the room with my wet and fragrant finger.
“Well?” Court asked.
“Um… Jen gave me something for you,” I said. I held out my hand to Courtney and she looked at it curiously. Then her eyes popped open and she pulled my hand to her face. After she’d inhaled deeply, she began meticulously licking off my fingers. Courtney was practically purring as she cleaned my fingers.
“She loves me. She loves us both. She loves each of us.”
It wasn’t that I was actually distracted when Courtney and I finally started making out and slowly undressing each other in bed. But something was clicking in my brain. She loves me. She loves us both. She loves each of us. I love her. I love all of them. I love each of them. And right now, I was with Courtney and fully loving her.
Courtney is a little shorter than Jen, but full and sensuous. Her breasts were enough to fill my hands and I let them. They were so soft and still so firm. And so responsive when I touched them with my lips and tongue. Her nipples and areolae kind of puffed up on top of her snowy mounds and got harder as I teased them.
Nor was Courtney idle in our pleasure. She kissed and stroked my chest, reminding me that my own nipples were damned sensitive, too. She kept one hand on my cock as I let my hand cup the fine hair of her pussy.
“Who would ever have thought that when I refused to give you food at our table that one day you’d be making love to me?” she asked.
“Who’d have ever thought that I’d forget all about milk when I actually saw your pretty breasts?” We laughed at the memories of our first meeting. But I had to admit that even then there had been a spark. It just seemed like it would ignite a war instead of our passion for each other. We were taking our time and I was trying to appreciate everything about Courtney that I could. Her soft skin, her passionate kisses, her hand on my cock, the scent and moisture on my fingers as I stroked her pussy.
“Will you… I… uh…”
“What is it, Court? I’ll do anything I can for you.”
“It’s a little embarrassing, but I want it so much.”
“I love you, Courtney. Please tell me how I can make you happy.”
“You do make me happy! I just, was wondering if you’d get up against my butt like you did with Jen that one time at Halloween? I want to feel you. There.” She rolled away from me slightly and pushed her butt back into me, settling my cock between her butt cheeks. In moving, she managed to keep my hand in her pussy with one of her own hands covering it to direct where I rubbed. “I love being cupped against you like this. I’m… uh… really sensitive back there and when we were rubbing with those nylon granny panties on this summer, I got so turned on when you touched me there. Let me help you.”
Courtney reached to the bedside table. We’d left the lamp on so we could see each other as we made love. There was a bottle of massage oil that we’d used after our showers last night. She squirted a little in her hand and rubbed the slippery stuff on my cock and then between her cheeks. I slid up and down her crack with less friction as she massaged my balls with the oil.
“That’s nice. Please go slow. I want this to last.” I pulled back just a little to reduce the stimulation as I kissed her again. Then I pushed forward and felt a little catch on her hole before I slid forward.
“Bump!” she whispered, shuddering. “Oh. Bump it again.” I pulled back and bumped against her rosebud again. She moaned. “Bump. Bump. Oh. It feels like you are going to push into my little butt hole. Oh. Bump.” I’d set up a slow but insistent rhythm dragging back through her slippery cheeks against her thighs and pushing forward until I bumped her hole. “I’m so sensitive there, Bri. I love it when you touch me—when your cock bumps my asshole. I’m going to come soon.” Her fingers guided the rhythm of my right hand on her clit as she rose toward an orgasm and I continued ‘bumping’ her hole. “One day, I want to feel you go all the way in there. Just touching it turns me on so. Bump. Bump. Oh, Brian!” I could feel the pulsing rhythms in both her pussy and her butt as I lodged against her hole and held still while she came. She was panting and squealing softly. But the crown of my cock was pressed right against the hole that was fluttering open and closed, squeezing the sensitive head in such stimulus that I couldn’t hold back and a flood of come hit directly from my cock into her ass.
Then she screamed. “Oh, fuck! Oh, God, yes! Fuck!” Her orgasm reached a new peak and the wordless scream that capped it added one more spurt to my flow. Then she froze and squeezed me between her cheeks, refusing to let me go.
Jennifer burst in the door.
“Are you okay? My God, Courtney! With a scream like that the parents will come here.”
“I’m wonderful. Don’t let them come in.”
“Is everyone okay down there?” Anna said from the hallway.
“Yeah, Mom. I just surprised Courtney and scared her half to death. Sorry we disturbed you.”
“Surprised, huh? I think I want to be surprised, too,” Anna said as she went back to her bedroom with my Mom and Dad.
“Oh, my God! What did you do?” Jennifer whispered as she approached the bed and pulled the sheet down. I was still tucked up tightly against Court’s bottom and she was still holding my hand on her pussy. “Court! Did he go in you?”
“No, honey. I’m still a virgin. I wouldn’t do that without you, darling. But he squirted in me.”
“In your pussy?” Jen gasped.
“No. He gave me a sperm enema. Oh Jen, it was so hot and hard and just forced its way into my bottom and it like tripled my orgasm. It was so intense. Oh Jen, I’m so happy.” Jennifer stretched out on the bed in front of Courtney and kissed her.
“I love you, baby,” she whispered. “Does that mean I can join you now?”
“Oh yes, sweetheart. But would you do me a favor? Would you get a warm washcloth? When Bri moves, I’m sure I’m going to leak.”
“You mean he’s still there?”
“Right against my little hole, Jen. Right against me.” Jennifer ran out of the room and we could hear the water running in the bathroom. “I love you, Brian. I know you have a lot of girls to satisfy and I love them all, but when we are seventeen, would you let me be the first one you put your cock into back there? That was so intense, even if I can’t take you very far, please put it inside my bottom and come with me. Oh, that was so good.” Jennifer got back with the washcloth and slid it down in between Court and me. By her breathing, I could tell she was getting off on just washing the two of us and looking at the cloth to see how much come she was cleaning up. Eventually she tossed the cloth aside and stripped off her nightie.
“Now,” she said, lying down in front of us. She pulled Court’s and my hands from where they were still lodged and began licking her girlfriend’s juices from them. “I want a play-by-play of exactly what you were doing,” she whispered. “You can put these down here while you tell me.” She pulled both Courtney’s and my hands to her wet pussy and Courtney told a ’rousing tale.
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