Foolish Wisdom
34 The Edge
I MADE A TRIP to Kokomo the first weekend in April. Mom and Dad took the opportunity to join me and Hannah and Samantha jumped at the opportunity to ‘horse-sit.’ In addition to seeing Jennifer and Courtney, though, my Saturday was spent at the restaurant. It was Easter weekend and Bill and Crystal had ‘invited’ me to help prepare the Sunday brunch buffet. “It will be fun, Brian. And we’ll pay.”
Jennifer and Courtney and I had a pretty nice night Friday, but I thought they were a little reserved. They wanted me to kiss and fondle, but they both backed off from approaches to their pussies. I figured it was just their way of wanting to get reacquainted with each other before we dove into that much intimacy. But we cuddled up and they both pulled my hands inside their nightshirts to hold their breasts as we slept together. We were almost asleep when we heard a scream from the parents’ bedroom. It was followed by a deep groan and then another gasping scream. We lay there in bed giggling at the fact that my parents were being entertained by Anna. Or vice versa. Saturday morning, I didn’t have the opportunity to lie in bed or to even make breakfast. Bill picked me up at five.
Doing a buffet was a little different than serving meals in the restaurant. You didn’t want to run out of food, but you didn’t want a bunch of left-overs, either. I spent all morning with my hands freezing, peeling and deveining shrimp. I finally got pretty good at it about the time the five or six hundredth had made it to the fridge. Bill took mercy and had me switch to cutting the various cheeses into their shapes for the appetizer bar. I never thought about different ways to cut cheese—excluding the euphemism for farting. Some of the cheeses were cut into cubes so they could be snagged with a toothpick and popped into your mouth. Some were sliced in rectangles or squares for putting on crackers. The early morning shift would actually prepare the cracker or toast and cheese canapés before brunch. I was just in charge of cutting according to specification. Then there were the large thin slices for sandwiches. I got a safety lesson on the cheese and cold cut slicer before I was allowed near it. Scary thing. As soon as the cheese was done, including grating the hard cheese, I used the slicer on ham, roast beef, and turkey. I was also surprised to find that the soft cheeses would be sealed in containers and left out overnight to reach room temperature for serving.
By mid-afternoon, the regular kitchen crew had taken over most of the space for the Saturday evening meal, but my prep work for Sunday continued in one corner. The horseradish for Saturday night’s prime rib was already prepared but Bill had two Steamship rounds on the rotisserie in the slow cooking oven for Sunday brunch. These babies took longer to cook than the much smaller ribs. Each one weighed in at about fifty pounds. I was given the task of grinding the horseradish. I peeled the roots and tossed them in the big stainless grinder. I guess they use several pounds of horseradish a night and it is always fresh. The machine whirred, I shut it off, and removed the container. Then I made a mistake. I sniffed the freshly ground horseradish when I opened the container.
“Brian! Brian!” Bill was slapping my face and I came to lying on the floor in front of the grinder. My eyes were watering and I was still dizzy. Bill helped me up and I sat heavily in a chair he pointed me to. “What happened?”
“Um… I don’t know. I finished grinding the horseradish and just opened the container to take a little sniff. Next thing I knew you were calling my name and I was on the floor.”
“David! Did you give Brian instructions on grinding the horseradish?”
“He was here all last summer. I thought he knew how,” the sous chef replied.
“Last summer he was fifteen and not allowed to use any of the slicers or grinders,” Bill said. “Okay, everybody. There’s orders up. Back to work. As soon as you feel strong enough to stand up, come join me at the grill, Brian.” I watched as David quickly moved the horseradish to a sealable container and added vinegar to it.
“It turns bitter and discolors if you leave it out after it’s ground,” he said simply. I got up and wandered over to the grill where Bill was turning a prime rib.
“That was interesting,” I laughed.
“Allyl isothiocyanate, AITC,” Bill said. “Terms you should understand as a chemist. Plants like horseradish, mustard, and wasabi all produce a volatile gas when they are ground up or even bitten into. It’s what gives them the flavor. A lot of commercial concerns use a distilling process to get it in a form that is about 90% pure to use in food flavoring. You can even synthesize it in a lab. It’s handy if you just need a tiny bit for flavoring. But in a restaurant, or even a home kitchen, you can’t beat the flavor of fresh-ground. We have our own recipe that we use to blend the horseradish with vinegar and spices for our sauce. Serving horseradish straight is too much for most customers.”
“Wow! I used the sauce on my rib last time I was here, but I never thought about where it came from. Do you sell it?”
“Sell what?”
“Your horseradish sauce. In jars. I bet people would pay a lot just to have the Tally Ho Horseradish on their tables at home.” Bill was quiet for a while as he served up the big slab of meat and his prep person decorated the plate.
“Brian, how would you like to come to work for me again this summer?”
I crawled into bed behind Courtney about midnight. I’d worked an eighteen-hour day. Courtney pushed and pulled at me until I rolled over her and got between the girls. We were all in appropriate sleepwear and no one made a move to play.
I woke up to a four-handed hand job. Oh, my God! Where did they learn this technique? They weren’t pumping up and down but were sliding down my pole one hand after the other. It was like entering an endless orifice where you never pull out but just keep going in deeper and deeper. I moaned and began shooting my semen up into the air.
“Yes!” the girls shouted in unison.
“What did you do to me?” I asked. “It was like I was just going in and in and in and never out.”
“Hmm,” Courtney said. “Jennifer of the endless vagina, we’d better get him out of there before he gets lost!” They started reversing the direction of their hands so they were sliding up my pole, squeezing anything out that might have been left.
“No, no, no! Too much. Please stop,” I moaned. Jennifer and Courtney froze. They locked eyes and kept their hands firmly locked around my dick. At least they weren’t moving.
“Who do we call?” Jennifer asked.
“I don’t know. Guinness Book of World Records?”
“Ripley’s Believe It or Not?”
“Even they wouldn’t believe that a sixteen-year-old boy begged his two sexy girlfriends to stop giving him a hand job!”
“What do we do with this mess?” Jennifer asked. The girls each took one sperm-covered hand off my cock and counted one, two, three. “Rock.”
“Paper.” Jennifer jumped up and ran to the bathroom to get a washcloth. Courtney kissed me. Jennifer got back with a warm, wet cloth and proceeded to clean up the spatters from everyplace they’d landed, including on Courtney.
“You have a little streak on your cheek,” I said.
“I’m leaving it as a badge of honor,” Jen said. “It stays there until someone licks it off.” She looked meaningfully at Courtney.
“What’s it taste like?” Court asked.
“I don’t know. I’ve never tasted it. Sam, however, says she loves it. I might have to go pay her a visit.” That did it. Courtney jumped over me and pinned Jennifer to the mattress and began licking her face. I started laughing. She wasn’t using delicate little let-me-clean-you-up licks. She was covering Jen’s face with big sloppy puppy dog licks. Jen was laughing so hard and squirming like she was being tickled. When Court backed off, she still had Jen’s hands pinned above her head. “You’re so gross! So, what’s it taste like?”
“I don’t know. I got so carried away all I could taste was you. And you taste really good,” Court said. She leaned in and gave Jen a long loving kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. But I need a towel,” Jen giggled.
“You two were awfully good to me,” I whispered. “What can I do for you?”
“Kisses and petting,” Court said. “That’s all.”
“But don’t you want…?” Both girls started shaking their heads.
“We’re saving it up for Prom,” Jen said.
“Saving it up? Are you afraid you’ll run out?” I laughed.
“No, but I’m getting awfully horny already and it’s only been two days,” Jen said. “By the time we leave the Prom, the dance floor is going to be wet where we’ve dripped.”
“But you’ll probably have to spend the rest of the night making us come.”
“Um… Not that I’ll mind that, but did you expect me… to uh…?”
“Oh, God, no! We’d get killed. You have way too many girlfriends who want your attention. If they were all denied loving with you just because we wanted a big build-up, we’d face the wrath of the Valkyries,” Jen laughed.
“But you could suck my little nippies for a while if you want,” Court said, stripping off her nightshirt. Jen’s followed quickly and in a moment two perfect nipples were pressed together against my lips.
Of course, word that Jen and Court were “doing without” until prom got back before I did. My girlfriends decided it would be a great idea for me, too. But they were going to do their best to tease me. We all came back home on Sunday night because Mom and Dad had to go to work on Monday. But it was spring break for the rest of us and I was looking forward to a date with each of my loving girlfriends. Well, they were loving, all right. It started with Hannah and Samantha showing up for lunch on Monday.
When we were all planning dates this week, the two had told me in no uncertain terms that it was time to go riding. The snow was off the ground but it was a little muddy. I warned them that we’d need to take it easy on the horses so they didn’t slip. It would be their first time out this spring, too. I was kind of figuring on riding double with each of them, but Jingo wanted to go, too. His leg had shown no signs of lameness all spring, so I was pretty confident he was fine as long as he wasn’t overworked. I wrapped his forelegs. I wasn’t going to be running barrels with him. I also wasn’t going to be holding a cuddly girl in my arms as we rode through the woods.
Well, it was fun anyway. It was good to be on the horses. Rika was a little skittish, but it was obvious she loved Samantha. I swear that Hannah spent half the ride leaning over the horn just hugging Silk’s neck. As for Jingo… I just looped the reins over the horn and didn’t even bother to try to steer him. He took to the trails like the old pro he was and had his nose in either Rika’s or Silk’s butt the whole time we were out. Smart thinking, old man.
When we got back to the barn, we each had a horse to rub down and love. I checked Jingo’s right foreleg and it was just as cool as the rest of him. I rubbed him down with liniment anyway. I didn’t want him to come up lame again and I knew that if I didn’t stay ahead of it, he’d always be at risk. The thing is that if a horse thinks he’s getting special attention to one leg, he’ll start favoring it, just to keep getting the attention. That’s why I wrapped both his forelegs before the ride. He wasn’t sure which one was supposed to hurt. The liniment was a good analgesic, so I used it on all four legs. He was pretty pleased. A squeal from Sam and I jumped out of the stall. She was standing in the aisle stripped to the waist.
“Tick! I think I have a tick. Brian, look for a tick!” It was hard to look at anything but her tits. It was awfully early in the season for ticks but I looked at her back and where her bra straps had been. I didn’t find anything. I finally got around to ‘examining’ her breasts. There was no sign of a tick. “Is that a tick?”
“Honey, that’s your nipple.”
“Oh. It hurts. Kiss it and make it better.”
“Sam…” she pulled my head to her breast and I forgot what I was going to say.
“Maybe I have a tick,” Hannah said. I looked up. She was standing there with her shirt unbuttoned and no bra on.
“Hannah…”
“You should at least check,” she said. Oh God! I just don’t get it. I abso-fucking-lutely love Samantha’s breasts. I die when Jen and Court push their nipples at me. Liz and I can just sit naked together and stare at each other until we come. Rose… There are no words to describe Rose. She is simply awe-inspiring. And those are the girls my own age. Toss in Sarah, who had recently asked me to touch her bare breasts, and Elaine whose freckles I still counted instead of sheep at night. But whenever I so much as caught a glimpse of Hannah’s perfect little mounds, I nearly passed out. It wasn’t just a physical reaction to her sex. It was like my heart climbed out of my throat. When she let her shirt slip down off her shoulders and exposed her breasts to me, I nearly passed out. Eventually, I remembered to breathe again.
I walked all the way around Hannah, dutifully looking at her entire torso and spending an inordinate amount of time just looking at her breasts. I shook my head.
“I don’t see any ticks,” I sighed.
“He likes your breasts better than mine,” Hannah said to Sam.
“Hey! What makes you think that? That’s not true!” I said.
“You kissed hers to make them better,” Hannah pouted.
“Oh, I’ll happily kiss yours, too,” I said. “But I don’t think anything could make them any better.” I bent to the task at once and took one precious nipple in my mouth and then the other, licking around the hard little point and sucking just a little. Hannah let out a sigh that was almost a moan.
“Oooh. I felt that in my little toe.” She surprised me then and turned to Samantha who was grinning and watching us without having put her shirt back on. Hannah hugged Sam and lifted her lips for a kiss. I thought I was used to seeing two girls kiss, but even though I’d seen Hannah and Sarah kiss, watching her with Samantha was a whole new experience. My boner threatened the seams in my jeans. “It’s too bad you can’t take care of things for Brian,” she whispered to our girlfriend. “But if poor Jennifer and Courtney are denying themselves till prom, it wouldn’t be right for Brian not to wait.” Both girls turned to put their shirts back on, covering those precious mammaries. I noticed that neither one bothered with a bra or T-shirt.
“I wish you were sixteen so you could help me out a little,” Sam said.
“Come on home with me,” Hannah said. “We might be able to talk Sarah into helping a little.” The two girls walked out of the barn while I tried to figure out what had just happened.
Tuesday, Liz got her satisfaction but left me high and dry. I was pretty sure Jennifer and Courtney had specifically said they didn’t expect me to abstain the entire month until prom. What the heck was going on? On Wednesday, Elaine was home on spring break and I was sure we were going to do something because we so seldom saw each other. We cooked. We cooked whole bunches of stuff and she showed me that since I was having trouble sometimes having meals ready in the evening that I could make an entire dinner, freeze it, and have it ready to go on demand. She was very careful about what we cooked to freeze, though. Not everything was good that way. But meatloaf, lasagna, and a bunch of down-home, Indiana casseroles could be made in advance and be thawed the night before I knew I had a tough day ahead. We had a good time and we kissed a lot, but aside from a little petting, our hands were usually occupied with food.
Thursday, Cassie and Sarah showed up after lunch and we headed straight for the barn. Neither of them had riding boots, so it was bareback pads on Silk and Rika. I told Jingo he could play in the field, but I wasn’t going to ride him a second day this week. Sarah was comfortable getting up on Silk by herself, but Cassie wanted to ride double on Rika. Well, this would be interesting, but I wasn’t really going to relieve any sexual energy this way. Sarah sometimes got a little daring, but usually only when one of the other girls started something. She was a lot like Hannah in more ways than her looks. The main difference was that when Sarah actually got involved in something, she got genuinely turned on. The only thing I’d found that started Hannah’s engine was giving her a foot rub. And Cassie… well, she still liked to hold hands and have friendly kisses, but even though we’d been out twice more, she was reserved. I honestly think she might have been afraid that if she gave in to a passionate kiss, that was tantamount to fucking, getting pregnant, and going to hell—all at once. I’m not sure which one she was most afraid of. Regardless, I’d promised her, her father, and myself that I’d never push her to do something she wasn’t ready for or didn’t want.
“Brian, what’s it like?” Cassie asked as she sat in front of me with Rika’ gentle walk hardly jarring us.
“Um… you’ll have to be more specific, Cass. What is what like?”
“I don’t know. Being grown up. Having a girlfriend. Doing stuff. Together.”
“Gosh. That didn’t make the question any easier. You are my girlfriend and we do stuff together. Doesn’t that give you an idea?”
“We go to a ballet or a movie and usually we hold hands. It’s nice, but I know you do stuff with your other girlfriends that is more… sexy. What’s it like? Will it last? Does it get boring? Do you get confused about who you’re with?”
“That sounds like your dad talking.”
“Sort of. He’s mentioned it before.”
“I’ll bet.” I paused to collect my thoughts. Rika was following Silk with no guidance. I handed the reins to Cassie and then wrapped my arms around her to hold her. “Do you remember the very first time we held hands?” I asked. She nodded. “I remember thinking, ‘this is my friend Cassie’s first time at a party and she’s scared.’ I was scared the year before. It was my first time at a party and I wasn’t even sure why I’d been invited. Either Whitney or Rhiannon held my hand almost all the time. Jessica told me once that holding hands was way more intimate than having my arm around a girl. When my arms are around you, like they are now, it’s really just me pulling at you.”
“How about now?” she asked as she leaned back against me and put her right hand over mine on her stomach. She held the reins in her left hand, but Rika didn’t need any guiding. She was five feet behind Silk and just plodding along.
“Yes. That’s more intimate. But you see? You became part of it. You put your hand on mine to hold it to you and leaned back into me. And I love the smell of your hair.”
“Coconut.”
“Just want to eat you up. When I took your hand the first time, I thought it was all me and it was no more than just putting an arm around your shoulder. But then we got drinks and you immediately took my hand again. All of a sudden, I knew we were each touching the other because we liked that intimacy. I don’t think my feet touched the ground the rest of the day.”
“What I remember most was that they locked us in a closet and I asked you to kiss me.”
“It was pretty clumsy, but I was mighty happy to comply.”
“But what does bringing out all those old memories have to do with the questions? I… don’t want to relive when I ran away from you.”
“Shh. We were kids and we were in over our heads. But that’s what I’m talking about. Yes, I do more with some of my girlfriends and less with others. With some, it’s like that first time holding hands. Every time we do it, we’re walking on air. With some, it’s like being thrown into the deep end of the pool and told to swim for your life.” Cassie giggled.
“Liz!” I had to laugh a little, too. But Liz wasn’t the only one I felt out of my depth with. It was Samantha’s pussy I craved to lick. And Courtney. And Jennifer. And I sincerely hoped no one knew about what Rose and I did. Or did after we didn’t. Or something.
“I’m not going to respond to that. For all I’ll ever tell you, Liz and I don’t do anything you and I don’t do.”
“Okay. I’m just not ready for anything rumor has it you and Liz do.”
“She’s not sixteen yet,” I reminded her.
“When I go to English class, I sit in the same seat she had the period before. Let’s put it this way: It keeps me warm.” We laughed. Cassie fussed around and then pulled her shirt out of her pants, pulling my hand under it to hold her bare tummy. She leaned back into me again and I could feel her trembling. “I don’t want to be a bad girl, but sometimes I just want to have it all, you know?”
“Yeah. Actually, I do know.”
“I can feel you. Just riding here with your hand on my tummy, I could feel you get hard against my butt. I think, other girlfriends would do something with that. I’m not sure exactly what, but I know my… privates… get really damp and I… usually… you know. We’re not supposed to, but I touch myself.”
“Cassie, I promised not to encourage you to do things that are against your religion but I can’t think of any place in the Bible that it says, ‘Don’t play with yourself.’ Can you?”
“Wouldn’t make a difference. I do it anyway.”
“So, don’t feel guilty about it. And you know what? That’s really what it’s like. Whether I’m with you or with Jennifer and Courtney or with Hannah or anyone else, I don’t feel guilty about it. I feel happy that this beautiful, loving girl in my arms wants to be with me. And whatever we do or don’t do, it’s because we’re happy when we’re together.”
Cassie moaned.
“Kiss me?” she asked.
She leaned into my arms and I kissed her—tenderly at first, and then with an increasing passion. Cassie made it obvious that she wanted a kiss with intent. Then she made her intent known as she pushed my hand up from her tummy to her breast. It was small and delicate, encased in a lacy bra. I found the point where her nipple hardened against the confining fabric and softly rubbed it with my thumb. Our kiss finally came raggedly to an end and she pulled my hand out of her shirt. She sighed.
“Was that an approved kiss on our date?” I asked, still panting a little.
“Oh. This isn’t actually a date. I’m just riding with some friends at your house. I’d never behave like that on a date!”
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