Deadly Chemistry
3 Summer Intern
BEFORE WE LEFT to go to Kokomo, I took Samantha to the barn for some last-minute instructions on caring for the horses. She’d been Hannah’s assistant last year and Rika thought she walked on water—or whatever the horse equivalent of that was. Sam planned to show her at the fair again, so I knew Rika would get a good workout this summer. But Jingo and Silk needed to be ridden as well, though not worked as hard. I was counting on Lexi and Judy falling in love with the horses.
“And don’t forget that if you want more company, you can always invite Liz or Denise over to ride and even stay over. Sam, I know this isn’t how you planned to spend the summer.” She looked at me with those dark brown eyes that sparkled in the low light of the barn as we turned the horses out to pasture.
“It’s not what any of us expected, my love. We’ll just have to make do.”
“Cutie, could you… I’m going to make a deposit with Mom and Dad as soon as I get my first paycheck to help with the phone bill. So, could you call Hannah a couple times a week to talk? We miss her, but she’s alone. Please call her.”
“Can I? Oh, Brian, can I call her today to say happy birthday?”
“Why not? I already did.”
“When?”
“When I got up this morning.”
“But that was like four-thirty.”
“She picked up the phone before it finished the first ring.”
“I’ll call her and I’m going to call all our girlfriends and make sure they call her, too.”
“Samantha, I love you. And if Anna wasn’t pacing around waiting to get back to Kokomo, I’d lay you back on this bale of hay and bury my face where you’d know how much I love you.”
“I just flooded my panties. I’d love for you to eat me and I’d love to suck you right now. But, Brian, one day I’m going to love making love to you. Don’t let me get away. Okay?” I kissed her and headed to the car.
Anna didn’t even take me to the house when we got to Kokomo. We drove straight to the restaurant.
“You have paperwork to fill out and Bill wants you on the grill tonight,” Anna said. “Crystal will drop you off after work. We’ll put your bags in your room for you.” Damn it! Straight into the fire. Wait! Bill wants me on the grill? I’ve never cooked on his grill.
I got into the restaurant as the lunch crew was cleaning things up. As soon as I walked in I could smell onions frying. They should sell that smell.
“Brian! Welcome to your summer home,” Crystal said when she saw me. “Let’s get your paperwork done so you can get to work.” I carried my chef jacket, hat, and scarf in a plastic bag from the cleaners into the office with me. I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but I figured if I wasn’t dressed appropriately for the kitchen, they’d either send me home or I could call Jennifer and ask her to bring me something from my suitcase. It turned out everyone in the kitchen was in shorts. At two o’clock in the afternoon it was nearly a hundred degrees out and with the ovens and grill going, the kitchen was at least one-ten.
“Wow,” I said, looking at the school forms. “A full credit as a Professional Career Intern? Is this a real class or did you guys make it up?”
“We lobbied hard for it, but it’s actually a state accredited class that schools can offer based on an applied curriculum. There are more books for you to read.”
“Oh boy. What else do I need to fill out?”
“Just your W4. You are listed as full-time this summer since you are over sixteen. Your stipend is $125 per week. I hope you know that’s a really good rate.”
“That’s great.”
“Brian, you don’t sound very enthusiastic this year. Are we going to have trouble?” Shit!
“No, Crystal! I’m sorry. I’ve been a little pre-occupied the past couple of weeks with Hannah moving. The work schedule is probably just what I need.”
“Hey, I understand a little. Even Courtney seemed broken-hearted. If you need to talk, come see me. If you are okay now, go see Bill. He’s ready for you in the kitchen.”
“Thanks, Crystal. I’m ready.”
After a considerable amount of prep work, Bill did have me working the grill under his supervision. It was Tuesday, so there were no prime rib orders, but the restaurant served half a dozen cuts of steak and it seemed like Bill had a secret for each one of them. Filet Mignon he wanted to sear and serve unless the ‘uncouth’ diner wanted the steak medium or medium well. Bill simply wouldn’t serve a well-done steak. He told people to go to McDonalds if that was what they wanted. For those who wanted the steak medium or medium well, he moved the steak to a cooler part of the grill where it took longer to cook. He said that it would help keep the meat tender and not make it inedible on the outside. Most lower cuts of meat—sirloin, strip, and t-bone—were also cooked on the lower temperature grill. Porterhouse and rib steaks were cooked between, depending on the thickness. The thicker the steak, the lower the temperature.
I was surprised when Bill told me to take my jacket off and head out because my ride was there. It was already nine o’clock and he was shutting the kitchen down.
“You’re scheduled for eight hours Tuesday through Saturday and you’ll have Sunday/Monday off,” he said. “This week will all be on the grill. You won’t be just baking this year. You are going to learn to cook everything on the menu.” I was excited. I was going to be working hard enough that I wouldn’t be thinking about Hannah all the time. I whispered a little ‘love you’ to her as Anna drove me home.
My bags and computer were in the guest room and I took the hint that it was where I was expected to sleep. I showered the grease off and landed in the bed exhausted. In a few minutes after I turned out the light, my door opened and I felt a weight beside me on the bed.
“Brian? Can I come to bed with you?” Courtney whispered. “Please?”
“Of course you can, sweetheart,” I said. I lifted the sheet up, not caring that I was naked. Court stripped off her nightie and was cuddled up against me in no time.
“I love you, Brian,” she said with a kiss.
“I was surprised you wanted me in this room. Or was that Anna’s idea?”
“No. We decided. We know it’s been hard the past two weeks and we didn’t want you to think that you have to be with us if you don’t feel like it.”
“Thank you, Court. You don’t know how much it means to me that you understand. How’d you happen to escape into here without our lover?”
“I ate her until she passed out,” Courtney giggled. She lifted her face to mine and I could smell Jen all over her. I licked her lips and her mouth opened to welcome my tongue. We kissed for a while—God knows how long—just enjoying each other’s mouth without trying to go further. Well, mostly without going further. I couldn’t help petting Court’s beautiful breasts as we kissed. We just didn’t get wild.
She laid her head on my shoulder and sighed.
“Brian, I—we—want you to know that you don’t always have to tend to our needs. Oh, I’m sure there are going to be times this summer when one of us wants you desperately, but you don’t have to feel like you are stuck with loving us or sleeping with us.”
“It could get a little overwhelming,” I admitted.
“We’ve probably slept with you more often than anyone except Hannah or maybe Sam. We love it. We want it. But we won’t demand it. I just want you to understand something else, though, and this is me speaking for me, not for Jennifer.” She paused long enough to kiss me some more. “I’ll be… anything you want or need this summer,” she whispered at last. “If you need to be left alone, I’ll leave you alone. If you need to be held, I’ll hold you. If you want to talk, I’m all ears. If you… If you reach the point where you just need to fuck someone, I’m yours. I mean it, Brian. Agreement or no agreement. I’m seventeen. You’ve got to be incredibly frustrated right now trying to be so much to so many girls. You’ve never let any of us down. I’ll give you a blow job any time. If that doesn’t work, though, I’ll open my legs and welcome you in my pussy, in my ass, or any way you can think of. And I’ll never tell anyone. I just don’t want you to suffer all this turmoil alone, Brian. I don’t want you to have to think that you need to please me in order to get relief. Just take it. I give you explicit permission, Brian Frost, to take comfort from me in any way you want to or need to this summer. Even… I saw what you and Whitney do to each other. Even if you need to hit me, Brian… I’ll take it.”
Holy shit! I couldn’t even begin to fathom this. Hit her? You’ve got to be kidding! Whitney and I sparred for training and she gave more than she got. We didn’t hit each other in anger or to take out our frustrations. And fuck her? I had boundaries. My cock had touched Hannah’s pussy and fired off against her clit. I knew where I wanted to bury it the first time. Still, there was no question of the sincerity of Court’s offer and I didn’t want to belittle her. She was telling me she’d do anything she could to help me handle my grief and anger over Hannah moving. That was a step beyond what any of my girlfriends wanted.
“Court… hmm… my Courtesan, that’s what you are. That’s my name for you, Courtesan. I love you. No matter how frustrated or angry I get, I will never hurt you. I won’t take my anger out on you. Think what that would make me. I’d just be an abuser. Please help me never become that. But what you are offering me is a treasure beyond anything I could imagine. To offer to hold me when I’m crying? Courtesan, thank you. To listen to me when I need to talk? Courtesan, thank you. To love me when I am weak? Courtesan, thank you. I love you, Courtesan.” She rubbed her cheek against my chest.
“Maybe you shouldn’t call me that in front of Mom and Dad or Anna,” she giggled. “They might not understand.”
“Hmm. I think I’ll decide when to use that name.” She shivered in my arms. Yes, Courtney, for all her dominance, especially over Jennifer, had just a little excitement over submitting to me. That was something else I wasn’t going to abuse, but I would play with. “And your rebellion against the name I’ve given you is going to result in having your little bottom spanked,” I said, rubbing the bare bottom beneath my hand. She caught her breath.
“Now?” she whispered, moving up where I could more easily reach her soft derriere.
“No. But soon. I’ll give you a little time to look forward to it.” She sighed and hugged me. “But darling, don’t lose yourself in a game of pleasing me and being my courtesan. I love you. I love that you are willing to do all these things for me and I will do whatever I can for you as well. Thank you for coming to cuddle with me tonight and to sleep with me. What I want now, is to hold you while I go to sleep. Can I do that, my little Courtesan?”
“Hold me, lover. Hold me and dream sweetly.”
It was difficult to extract myself from Courtney’s arms at four-thirty. I finally realized it was me who didn’t want to let go. I finally pulled myself out of bed, grabbed my running clothes, and headed for the kitchen. I mixed up a batch of bread dough and set it to rise while I ran.
This time of the morning really wasn’t bad outside. The house still held some of the heat from yesterday’s high nineties, but Anna had air conditioners in the windows of all three bedrooms so they were kept reasonably cool at night. As I ran, I decided to try cooking the bread on the stovetop instead of heating the oven.
Honey, do you think I could bake bread on top of the stove? Maybe that’s what a Dutch oven really is. I could use it as an oven, couldn’t I? I’d have to raise the bread pan off the bottom of the Dutch oven so air would circulate all the way around the loaf. Of course, I could always just fry the bread. It would come out like pita or something, I suppose. Or maybe if I heated enough grease I could fry it like the elephant ears at the fair. I know you’d love to help me work this recipe out if you got to eat one of those at the end, wouldn’t you?
I was so occupied in my imaginary conversation with Hannah that the miles went by quickly and before I knew it, I was back at Anna’s dripping sweat all over. I punched down the bread quickly and headed for the bathroom. I adjusted the water a little cooler than usual and started rinsing the sweat off my body. I felt the curtain move and hands wrapped around me with the unmistakable feeling of soft boobs against my back. She took the washcloth and soap from me and began gently scrubbing my body. It was a heavenly feeling and I just relaxed as she soothed away my morning run. My cock stiffened and before long her little hands wrapped around it and soaped it thoroughly. Oh God! So nice. I had been thinking of taking a little pressure off this morning and it wasn’t going to take much. I know I should be participating more, but I was caught up in just having her behind me, stroking with those little hands. I fired four big jets and then dribbled over her hand squeezing me to milk every ounce from my cock. She rinsed us and I turned in her arms.
“Jen?” I guess I was a little surprised.
“You were expecting Mom, perhaps?” she giggled.
“No. I just never expect you to get up this early. I know how you like your sleep. Thank you for that. It was really beautiful.”
“I loved feeling you, controlling you and knowing that I was making you come.”
“What can I do for you, lover?” I asked, stroking down her bare back to her butt.
“Nothing right now. That little minx did me until I passed out last night so she could go sleep with you. Later, though. Can I sleep with you tonight?”
“Of course you can, sweetheart. Just don’t expect great things. Court found out last night that when I got home from work I was too exhausted to do anything.”
“It’s okay. We’ll have playtimes, too. It doesn’t have to be all the time.” I toweled her dry and she wrapped the towel around her head. “In fact, I might go surprise my girlfriend in your bed while you make us something yummy for breakfast.”
“I’m experimenting this morning,” I said. “No guarantees as to what might come out.”
“I know what usually comes out,” she said squeezing my cock again. She walked out of the bathroom with nothing on but the towel on her head. Hmm. Maybe it was going to be a nude summer.
“Good morning, honey,” I whispered into the phone on Thursday morning. She’d picked it up on the other end before it had finished ringing. For a moment all I heard was her sighing.
“Morning. I knew you’d call.”
“Every Thursday, if you want. I can call later on Sunday or Monday, too.”
“I’m glad.” Her voice sounded a little flat.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “You sound a little off.”
“They got me some… uh… medicine to help me sleep. It’s hard to wake up in the morning. But I couldn’t sleep.”
What the hell? Damn it. Sarah told me how Hannah had been depressed before she found our group. Now it was sounding like she was slipping again. I had to figure out something to do. We talked for nearly twenty minutes while I told her about my bread experiments and she told me a little more about her room. She said the parsonage was really old and creaky. She was on the second floor looking out on the roof of the front porch. There was hardly enough water pressure to rinse the soap off in the shower.
I felt so fucking helpless. What could I do?
I’d never actually had a full-time job before. I discovered pretty quickly what a drain it had to be on Mom and Dad. The girls, of course, wanted me to be active and play with them, but getting in and soaking in the shower at ten at night and then having to be at work by one-thirty for my shift left precious little time when they were awake, especially since both were working the noon wait-shift and left the house by ten. I continued to get up in the morning at four-thirty and run. A couple times a week I’d call Hannah and basically try to keep her spirits up. If anything, she seemed to be getting more depressed and lethargic. I also called Sam a couple times a week to see how things were going at home with the two younger girls and the horses. They were having fun and said they hadn’t wrecked the house with parties, but all my girlfriends seemed to want to come and sleep in my bed occasionally. Whitney called me late on Sunday and admonished me to keep working on my forms and that she had advanced so far that she could whip my ass with one hand behind her back. Well, that wasn’t really news to me, but I did start putting some extra effort into my forms and upping the speed to combat mode.
It was a little weird that Whitney was training me in martial arts but didn’t really want anyone to know about it except our closest girlfriends. She insisted that keeping it our secret was much more important than getting belts at a dojo. I didn’t see the point. Doesn’t the government always try to show off how powerful our weaponry and army is as a deterrent to conflict? Whitney seemed to think that showing my ability would make me a bigger target. Defense only.
It was near the end of July that I thought I was going to have to use it.
I saw another runner once every few days on the route I took. I wished for the wooded trails I had at home, but I was pounding pavement in order to get my runs in. That particular Wednesday, I saw him again, only he wasn’t running. He was standing across the street looking at Anna’s house when I got back from my run. I slowed down as I approached. Usually I belted out the last half mile in a sprint. He must have heard my footsteps or my panting because I was still a hundred yards away when he turned toward me. I slowed to a walk and cautiously approached him.
“You are back,” he said. “I thought they were just pulling my chain.” I recognized him now. Last summer I’d verbally destroyed him in the mall. There was no crowd of witnesses this time. He still had six inches and about a hundred pounds of solid muscle on me.
“William Garth,” I said, dredging up the kid’s name. “Are you still stalking my girlfriends?”
“I… Look, don’t get started, okay? I can’t even get a word in when you start talking. It’s not like that.”
“What’s it like then, William?”
“Could you please call me Bill? Ever since that day last summer everybody calls me William and drags it out. I haven’t been William since grade school.”
“All right. Look, Bill. That still doesn’t explain why you’re out here looking at Jennifer’s window.”
“Some of the guys told me you were back and… and living with them. Nobody ever even told me your name, you know.”
“Not very polite of us. It’s Brian.”
“Yeah, okay, Brian. Anyway, I saw you at Prom with them. I didn’t believe the guys when they said you lived with them now. Christ, they’re only seventeen, man. How can you be living with them? Both of them.”
“Technically, Jennifer won’t be seventeen for two more weeks. What’s the problem, Bill?”
“I… I just don’t want to see them getting hurt. I like them. I know they don’t have the time of day for me, but I… I’ve always liked them.”
“And you think I’ll hurt them?”
“Girls talk. Word gets around. It’s hard enough to understand how you could be with both of them, but they’ve always done everything together, so that’s more like a wet dream. But they say you’ve got a dozen girlfriends. They talk like they’re part of some kind of harem. It’s not right.”
“Yeah. I know. I don’t understand it. But listen to me, Bill. I love both those girls and I will never do anything to hurt them. But understand this, buddy. I will never let someone else hurt them either. You got that?”
“I wouldn’t ever hurt them. I thought about taking a swing at you, but that’s stupid. I know I’m big and brawny, but I’m not stupid. Not that stupid. Scouts from IU, Purdue, and Notre Dame pegged me last year. I’ve got to keep my grades up so I can get a scholarship at one of them. And I’m not going to have any criminal record to get me fouled up.”
“What position?”
“Running back.”
“Really good?”
“Yeah. I guess so. I think I can make it.”
“Notre Dame. You’ll get there next year, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Two of my buddies will be starting at tackle this year. There’s nobody better that you’d want to have block for you to open up a hole.”
“Really?”
“Bill, we might not be friends, but there’s no reason for us to be enemies.”
“I really wanted to hate you, Brian. I can’t even dislike you. You going to Notre Dame?”
“It’s a little early for me to declare, but I’m starting extra classes at IU extension this fall. I’m guessing that’s where I’ll end up. But I’ve got no buddies on the football team there. They’re on the basketball team.”
“Maybe you could use one. See ya.” He turned and walked away. I breathed a sigh of relief. I really expected him to deck me, but he didn’t seem like a bad guy, just someone who hadn’t gotten what he wanted. I headed in for my shower.
We’d gotten into a routine of Jennifer waiting in my bed one night and Courtney the next, four nights a week. One night a week I could expect that neither one would be in my bed, but I never knew what night. And on our weekend—Sunday and Monday—I was pretty much expected to show up in their room. Usually, when I came home after work and showered to get in bed, there was just a little cuddling and kissing and then we went to sleep. I really loved just holding one of those naked girls in my arms and discovered that I didn’t need to be trying to orgasm all the time. Not that I wasn’t hard most of the time, but I didn’t feel compelled to relieve myself. Sometimes, but not always, one or both of them would join me in the shower. You could pretty much guarantee that if we were in the shower together, somebody was going to come. We often ran to the kitchen afterward to get breakfast started before we got dressed. Anna caught us there naked more than once, but true to her word, she was usually naked, too. Those were times that were really hard… for me.
As a result of our pattern, it was a big surprise to find both girls in my bed waiting for me on Saturday night.
“What’s up?” I asked as I crawled in between them.
“You are, obviously,” Jennifer giggled, stroking my cock.
“Hey, girlfriend,” Courtney pouted when she reached for me and found Jen’s hand already there. “You get yours in the morning. When you’re seventeen.” Thank heavens Anna had reminded me of that a couple days ago. Jennifer’s birthday was Sunday.
“Who’s going to be seventeen?” I asked innocently. “My birthday isn’t until October. You’ve already had yours, haven’t you Courtesan?”
“Well, by process of elimination…” Jennifer huffed, squeezing me more tightly.
“Oh! Do you have a birthday coming, little Girl Scout? I should get my spanking hand warmed up,” I said, rubbing her butt. Jennifer shuddered.
“Are you going to spank me again?” she whispered. “Not seventeen, please?”
“Honey, not even one,” I said pulling her to me and kissing her. “That was just for fun and I won’t ever do it if it isn’t fun for you.”
“It was a little fun. One would be okay. It just makes me so nervous that I think I’m going to pee.”
“I had to tell Court a year ago, that isn’t pee.”
“As you can tell right now,” Court said, reaching across me to stroke Jen’s pussy.
“Okay, so is the reason I have the privilege of having both your naked presence in my bed tonight because of the birthday tomorrow?”
“Not exactly,” Court said. “We need you to get us up tomorrow and thought it would be easier if we were right here with you.”
“Why would you need to get up with me in the morning?”
“Road trip!” both girls chimed.
“Huh?” I was so clever sometimes.
“This has been a really hard summer for all your girlfriends, Brian. Samantha is about to go crazy and Liz is already there. Nobody can wait two more weeks for you to get home. Besides, you never miss going to the fair.”
“The fair? My gosh, it started today!”
“They’re talking about moving all the county 4-H fairs into July next year.” Jennifer said. “It will seem like the summer is over before it begins.”
“And you girls thought to take me back home so I could see the other girlfriends and go to the fair? You are so sweet.”
“Well, don’t give us too much credit. I think Anna’s got ants in her pants. With your folks gone all July to Seattle, she hasn’t been laid in a long time.” We laughed a little at the sexy antics of our parents. The girls snuggled up to me and kissed me goodnight. I knew how I was going to wake up one of them in the morning.
I kissed Courtney awake. She moaned and mumbled “I don’t wanna get up.” I kissed her again.
“Courtesan of mine, it’s time to give our birthday girl her present.” Courtney’s eyes opened and she looked at me sleepily and she smiled.
We moved ourselves around so we were on either side of the sleeping Jennifer and began peppering her face with kisses. Her initial response was pretty much the same as Courtney’s but instead of talking to her we just moved down and started kissing her nipples and sucking on them. Jen was still slow at waking up but began to squirm a bit, pushing her nipples into our mouths. Court and I did a silent rock paper scissors and I won with scissors to her paper. She frowned a little but then whispered, “I win,” and worked her way up to start kissing Jen’s mouth as I worked my way down her body. Jennifer might or might not have been fully awake but her legs made no resistance to being parted as I moved between them to begin exploring her pussy with my tongue. When I touched her clit, there was no pretense of her being asleep any longer. I was surprised at the howl she emitted and realized Court had gone back to teasing her nipples and they no longer had their mouths clamped together. Oh well. If Anna came running, she’d find her daughter in the midst of yet another orgasm as I pressed my tongue flat against her clit and shook my head.
Court apparently decided that since she’d already alerted the world, there was no sense trying to silence her. She worked her way down Jen’s body and nudged me aside.
“My turn,” she grinned. I put one more kiss on that little ridge of tendon or muscle that holds a girl’s pussy to her leg and started working my way up Jen’s gasping body as Courtney explored her depths.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Jen panted as I reached her lips and gave her a long, sensuous kiss that ended with her exploding once again. “I love… I can’t … Don’t… Stop… I’m… again!” I intentionally moved my lips to her nipple and bit at it a little as Jen howled again.
“All right! Get up, shower, and let’s go!” Anna shouted from the doorway. “I can’t take it anymore!”
“Mo-om,” Jen gasped.
“You got yours. Happy birthday. Now I want mine!” We all started giggling with Jen barely able to catch her breath. Somehow, we made it to the shower and there were three more orgasms. Not all of them were Jen’s.
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