Deadly Chemistry
18 Goodbye
“THEY KILLED HER, Brian. What am I going to do? They killed her!”
“Hang in there, Josh. Hang in there. We’re on our way.” I hung up the phone and turned back to the table. The girls were all looking at me, waiting to find out what was going on. “Josh is in the hospital,” I said. “Denise…” It was like someone sucker-punched me in the solar plexus. I doubled over and heaved. Then I heaved again before the girls could even respond. I dropped to my knees. “She’s dead.”
Rose fainted. Sam threw up. Jen and Courtney screamed.
Whitney grabbed me by the collar and practically dragged me to the bathroom. Water was running in the sink and she dunked my head. Cold!
“Be a rock!” she snapped at me. “Josh needs you. We’ll cry tomorrow. Right now, be a rock.” I didn’t bother to clean up the kitchen. I grabbed my keys and Whitney snatched them from me. We jumped in the car as the garage door was raising and she started the car. As soon as we were clear of the other car in the driveway, she spit gravel all the way to the road. “Where?” she asked.
“Memorial.”
We were at the hospital in ten minutes and running for the front desk.
“I need Josh Whitaker’s room, please.”
“May I see your ID please?” The receptionist said. “No one under eighteen is allowed without a parent.”
“What is this, a hospital or an R-rated movie? I need to see my friend. He called me.”
“Excuse me, young man.” I thought it was a security guard and tried to calm myself. I turned to look at a police officer. “What is your business with Josh Whitaker?”
“I’m his friend. He just called me. He said he was hurt and Denise… that Denise was dead. I’ve got to see him.”
“What’s your name?”
“Brian Frost.” The cop looked at a pad he was carrying.
“I’ll take care of this, Libby,” he said to the receptionist. “Follow me.” Whitney fell in with me and he turned to her. “Just Brian.”
“I go where he goes.” She said it flatly. The cop had to look up at her. He thought for a moment.
“Name?”
“Whitney Anderson.” He looked at his pad again and made a note. Then he shrugged and led on. We went up two floors and he walked us to a room. Mr. Whitaker was in the room with Josh. A nurse was just leaving.
“Thank God you’re here,” Mr. Whitaker said. “He wouldn’t take any pills until he saw you and he’s in pain.”
“Josh, I’m here,” I said. “I’m with you, buddy.”
“Brian. Whitney. They jumped us when I took her home about four. I never even saw more than a shadow. They hit me with something and all I heard was Denise scream. That cop,” he pointed over my shoulder, “he said she was dead. What am I going to do? She can’t be dead. Please go tell them she can’t be dead.” Fuck! Josh was a mess. He had bandages on his head and one arm was in a cast. He winced with every breath he took and a stiff collar kept him from turning his head.
“I don’t know, Josh. You gotta get some rest, though. I can see you’re in pain. You’ve got to take the pills they brought you so you can get healthy. We’ll figure it out. We’ll make sure they don’t get away with it. We’ll find out what happened. We’ll do whatever is necessary. You can’t do anything until you get out of the hospital.”
“Take the pills,” Whitney said as she leaned over Josh and kissed his forehead, careful not to touch his nose. It was swollen and his eye was black and blue. She held the pills in her hand and he took them and the water she gave him. “I’ll help you get through this, Josh. You’re my teammate.”
“We made love. You know that spot out on Capital where they’ve bought all the farms. We had everything planned and took blankets out there after the dance. It was so beautiful with the moon. We fell asleep and I had to get her home. I got out of the car at her house and went to open her door. Just when it was open I got shoved against the car. She screamed and they hit me. I don’t know… don’t know how I got the broken ribs and arm and nose. I don’t know. I need Denise. Go get her, Whitney. Please? Tell her she’s not dead.” Josh faded off as the pills took effect.
We just stood there looking at him, Whitney gently petting his head as he went deeper under. I turned and the cop was scribbling things in his notebook.
“What are you going to do?” I demanded. Mr. Whitaker laid a hand on my shoulder. I think it was in support.
“He just gave us more information talking to you than he’d given the detective earlier. We’re calling it in and having a comparison made to see if we can eliminate a sexual assault. If the semen found in the victim is his, then we don’t have anything to go on. As it is, we don’t have a suspect.”
“Don’t have a suspect? I can give you half a dozen. Just go through Denise’s neighborhood and look for the hoods smoking pot and leaning against cars near her house.”
“Wait, there was semen?” Whitney asked. The cop looked at her warily.
“Denise and Josh always used condoms. Always. Denise wasn’t on birth control.” I could see him breathe an ‘aw fuck’ silently.
“We’ll still have to confirm that. But she was… I can’t really say anymore. It would compromise the investigation. We’ll still need more concrete information than he saw some kids smoking pot in the neighborhood. You probably all smoke pot.”
“We’re athletes. We don’t do drugs. Of any sort.”
“Right. You need to clear out now.” He stopped to respond to his walkie-talkie. “A crowd is gathering in the waiting room. I want to talk to each of you.”
“Mr. Whitaker, please let me know when I can come and visit Josh again. You know we’ll be here.”
“Thank you for coming, Brian. He insisted that he had to talk to you. You really changed him and I loved Denise like a daughter. They could have come home and I wouldn’t have objected. They didn’t have to go back to that neighborhood at four in the morning. I…” Shit! He was in as bad a shape as the rest of us. But he needed to be with Josh.
“We’ll find out what happened and make sure they catch the bastards.” Whitney and I followed the officer out of the room and back to the waiting room downstairs. About a dozen of our friends were there and Lionel, Sugar, and their parents walked in as we entered the room.
“What is this? An after-prom party? There’s nothing for any of you to do here,” the cop said.
“Now see here, Officer… Adams,” Rose’s dad said, looking at the badge. I was glad he was here. He was a lawyer. Well, he worked in real estate law and title search, but that was still a lawyer. “These people have a legitimate interest in the condition of the young man who is hospitalized. There is no need for you to start throwing your weight around. I assure you, the law has more weight than you do.”
“No one can go see him. That’s the way it is. He’s asleep.” Brenda, Carl, and Louise came in with six parents following. “I have questions for some of you while you are here. He pointed at Lionel. “You. Step over here.” Mr. Davis went with the officer. “You won’t be needed.”
“I’m his attorney. He won’t answer any questions without me present. And since he is a minor, his mother, Mrs. Trane, will also be in attendance.” You could just see the officer’s demeanor sink. “I suppose you represent all of them.” Mr. Davis nodded. “Wait until I call the station.” He waved them away and went to make a call. There was another officer standing at the door and when Doug, Rhiannon, and Doreen came in he rolled his eyes and just pointed our direction.
“Has anyone been able to get hold of Mr. Raymond?” I asked. “He must be devastated.” Sugar’s dad turned and said he’d find him. Everyone else gathered around Whitney and me. I saw her mom and Dave come in and rush to her. I wished I had my parents. I’d have to call them, too.
We related what we knew. There was a lot of crying and at one point I had to run to the bathroom and throw up again.
When I came out, Cassie was waiting for me with her parents. She’d been crying—like all the rest of us. She rushed to me and just hugged me as long and as hard as she could.
“Brian,” Mr. Clinton said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “I know that we aren’t… shall we say, the same religion. But if it is okay, I will pray for you and all your girlfriends and their boys. I’ll pray for comfort and for strength.” I looked at him, not letting go of Cassie as she clung to me.
“Mr. Clinton, I would be a fool if I spurned a friend’s prayers for my comfort and strength. We might not be on the same page spiritually, but I have the utmost respect for you, sir.”
“I’ve always liked that about you, Brian. I’m so sorry about your loss. And yes, Cassie, you may.”
I looked at Cassie and she whispered to me.
“We’re all coming to your house tonight if that’s okay. We need to be together.” I thought fleetingly of Whitney but it was just another layer of the sadness of this night.
Anna was churning out food as fast as she could direct Brenda’s, Rose’s, and Cassie’s mothers. My driveway was full of cars but they’d left a path for me to get to the garage if I steered carefully. There were eighteen of us. Josh and Denise were missing. So were our three college girlfriends and Hannah. As I thought this, another car pulled into the drive and Elaine came rushing to me. I was thankful she’d made it safely while crying all the way.
We ate and I grabbed the phone to call Mom and Dad.
“Brian, I called your parents,” Anna said. “That’s not to say that you shouldn’t call them, but they know. Hayden is on his way as soon as he can get a flight. Marilyn needs to stay with Betts for a while. They love you, Brian.”
“Thank you, Anna. I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t call them earlier. I should talk to them now, though.”
Mom and Dad were concerned, but they respected me enough to not be over-solicitous. At the same time, Dad let me know that he was going to be beside me tomorrow night and would always be there for me. Betts came on the phone and just whispered, “I’m so sorry, Brian. I love you.” She didn’t even try to change the subject to her new little baby.
“You kiss my little niece Maddie for me and say her uncle can’t wait to meet her,” I told my sister.
We were headed for bed. I didn’t think anyone had brought clothes for a sleep-over but it didn’t seem to make a difference. Anna wasn’t checking for proper sleep attire.
“We could have a full meeting if Josh and Denise were here.” I didn’t even know who said it, but I ended up in the bathroom hunched over the toilet retching up the pizza we’d just eaten.
Dead. Dead was forever.
I need you, Hannah. I don’t know what else to say, honey. I need you.
It was four-thirty. Whitney was cuddled to my side and had insisted once we were in bed that I lose my shorts and cuddle naked with her. Rose, Samantha, Jennifer, and Courtney had claimed the rest of the bed and had no qualms about undressing with the rest of our group in the room and crawling in beside me. Liz, Elaine, Cassie, and Nicolette shared a pad and a couple blankets. Brenda and Louise were cuddled up next to Carl and though both girls were topless, they all had their underpants on. Geoff and Sora hadn’t undressed at all, I don’t think. I didn’t know about Lionel and Sugar or about Doug, Doreen, and Rhiannon. They’d claimed a spot kind of behind my desk and I didn’t think they even had a pad under them. I faded back to sleep, clutching Whitney more tightly to me and feeling the others in my bed move closer as if by touching each other we could ward off the memory of the past day.
At six o’clock, Whitney prodded me awake.
“Get up. We need to work out,” she said.
“Today? Whitney…” she was already standing naked beside the bed and I dragged myself out from between Rose and Sam.
“We need this.”
I grabbed my sweats and shoes and Whitney and I headed downstairs. There was already dawn light as I followed Whitney out past the barn to the pasture. She must be afraid we’d wake the others. We started on our forms and I had worked up a bit of a sweat by six-thirty.
“Tiger,” Whitney declared, coming at me in a long lean pounce. I stepped aside.
“Whit, I don’t want to spar.”
“Defend yourself or die,” she said flatly. Her next punch came straight at my midsection and I sank into the earth to become a rock. I wasn’t going to do this. It stung, but I wouldn’t fight my lover. Her roundhouse kick glanced off my shoulder as I turned away from her.
“No. I won’t.” I recognized her next punch as it came toward my face and my hands acted without my conscious thought. I blocked. Blocked the next kick and stepped into her past the jab. “Stop it!” I demanded. She didn’t stop. My reflexes took over and I blocked and responded. She blocked and punched. I kicked. Most of our blows were blocked by the other person, but several landed and I had fleeting thoughts about how that must have hurt her tit with no pads and pulled a punch at her face at the last moment. Whitney did not let up and we were both panting. I was knocked down but before Whitney could pounce on me again I’d rolled and sprung to my feet. Punch, block, kick. Conscious thought was gone and my body was responding. My anger rose. How could she do this on a day of mourning? How could she expect me to attack my lover? I punched, intending to do damage, but she side-stepped and rounded a kick into my shoulders. I rolled to my feet and faced her. The murderer. The bastard who killed my Denise. I wanted to kill her. I sent a flurry of punches at her and she stumbled back. As she fell, my heart broke again. She was on her feet almost before she had hit the ground. I dropped my hands.
“No. I don’t want to do this.” I felt her blow hit my chin and collapsed into darkness.
I woke to the sound of running water. I was naked and Whitney held me in her arms as we sank into the tub together. She’d carried me? I looked at her and saw a bruise darkening on her cheek.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, reaching to touch her face. She grabbed my hand and held it.
“Never stop while your enemy can still attack,” she whispered. “I love you so much, Brian. I know you’ll do something. You always do. Never stop while your enemy can still attack. You have to promise me, Brian. Promise you will never turn your back on your enemy.”
“You could have just told me that instead of beating the shit out of me.”
None of us went to school the next day. Mr. Davis came to the house and collected a dollar from each of us and told us we were not to discuss anything with the police without him present. Apparently, the cops were convinced that it was someone in our group who was jealous of Denise and Josh that had jumped them. What a load of crap. He told us that we were all officially represented by his law firm and that he would make sure we all had attorneys with us any time the police wanted to talk to us. Lamar and Renee showed up as he was giving us his lecture and each handed him a dollar. He looked at his list.
“I need Sarah and Hannah,” he said. “Where are they?”
“Sarah’s in school at Oberlin and Hannah moved to Evansville,” I said. “I doubt if we’ll see them.”
“What happened to you, Brian?” he said, looking at my face. Then he looked at Whitney. “Did you two go looking for trouble?”
“No sir,” I said. “We had a little fight.”
“You ran into a door, you say?”
“Um… yessir.”
“Rose, get makeup on these two. Hide those bruises.” We went with Rose and applied arnica before she put a makeup foundation on both of us and made sure it was blended in so no one would see. I wasn’t sure about the fat lip, but I guessed I didn’t look like I’d really been in a fight. I’d have to remember that makeup stuff. It was about twenty minutes later that a police detective arrived. Of course, he went immediately after Lionel and Lamar since he figured they were the most likely to object to a black girl dating a white boy. Mr. Davis immediately got between them and told the officer that he wouldn’t be allowed on any fishing expeditions. If he didn’t have evidence for questioning these minors, he would have to settle for the basic facts and he would recommend that his clients answer no questions that were outside the realm of name, age, and establishing the last time Denise and Josh had been seen. The detective wasn’t happy, but he didn’t have any reason to question any of us about the murder. We all loved both Denise and Josh. We wanted the damned guy to go arrest some suspects.
He tried to turn us against each other, too. Suggested that we had a traitor in our midst. Even questioned Nikki’s mental state at having been left alone on prom night. Nikki was in a panic, but her dad had come into the house just before the detective started on her.
“Officer, you are harassing my minor daughter. May I have a word with you, please?” Mr. Duval’s voice was like steel and when he’d identified himself, the detective moved to the kitchen with Mr. Duval and Mr. Davis. Ten minutes later, the detective left. I didn’t even know what Mr. Duval did, but it must have been impressive. He and Mr. Davis stayed in the kitchen consulting for a while and then came back into the family room where we were all gathered.
“Kids, I know you all want to visit Josh. I’ve called the hospital and they will allow two at a time to see him this afternoon. I suggest that most of you return to your own homes tonight or spend the night in smaller groups. Remember that you do not have to invite a police officer into your home unless he has a search warrant. And I assure you he won’t. Do not answer any questions other than your name and age without me or one of the lawyers I send present,” Mr. Davis said. “They are grasping at straws at the moment and are frustrated. You are easy targets because you are all close. On the other hand, if any of you have any concrete information that could lead to the capture of the murderer, please talk to us and let us help you get it to the police. No speculation or conjecture. It has to be solid information. Okay?” We nodded. They went back to the kitchen where a few other parents had shown up to take their kids home or to the hospital.
“Guys, we need to do something,” I said. “I don’t mean that we need to go out and hunt down the murderer. We don’t have any more idea about who is responsible than the police do.”
“Let’s offer a reward,” Brenda said.
“What can we scrape together?”
“I’ve got fifty bucks on me.”
“Let’s see what we can come up with. I’ll call my producer and see if we can make a plea on the show,” I said.
Anna went to the airport in Fort Wayne to pick up Dad and I took my five closest girlfriends to visit Josh. We’d have to go in two at a time, but at least they were letting us visit. I met Denise’s father, Mr. Raymond, coming out of Josh’s room. I quickly motioned for Rose to go in with Whitney.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Raymond,” I said. “We all loved Denise. I can’t believe she’s gone.” There were tears in the man’s eyes and he looked much older than I remembered him. Grief. I guess we all looked older.
“Brian, from the day my daughter showed me her agreement and then I came to have lunch with you and your fine parents, I knew she was finally with the right crowd. We know who did this. Of course, they all say they were together at a party and sleeping off an all-night drunk. But we know. When I get that bastard alone, I’ll beat his brains in with that baseball bat. I’ll make him pay for what he did to my daughter.” He collapsed against me sobbing. I fought down the bile in my throat. Every time I thought about what happened to Denise I threw up.
“Don’t throw your life away, Mr. Raymond. That won’t help. Let the police find him.”
“He choked her, Brian,” Mr. Raymond said. “I couldn’t tell that fine young man she loved. I shouldn’t tell you. He shoved… something… down her throat and choked her to death.” I couldn’t help it. I threw up in the hall.
The nurses wouldn’t let me go in to visit Josh because I might have something contagious.
“I’ll take you all home,” I said when Rose, Samantha, Whitney, Courtney, and Jennifer got in the car.
“Your home,” Rose said.
“Mom said we’re staying through the week,” Jennifer said. “You sure aren’t driving us to Kokomo.”
“I am not going to school tomorrow,” Samantha said. “I’m staying with my boyfriend and my… lovers.”
“And if you think I’m letting my lover out of my sight, forget it,” Whitney said. “I already told my mom that I’d be with you all week. She dropped off some clothes for me.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Sam said. “Maybe we should stop by and get clothes for Rose and me. But don’t you even think about driving off without us. We are staying with you.”
Dad and Anna were home by the time we got back. As soon as I saw him he just opened his arms to me and held me. Then he did the same with each of the girls.
“We’re here for you, kids,” he said. “Anna brought me up to speed on everything on the way home. You don’t have to retell the story. But if you want to talk, we’re here. And Marilyn sends her love. As soon as she gets back from cuddling that incredible new granddaughter of hers, she will be here to cuddle each of you. She just couldn’t be in two places at once and Betts needs her right now. You understand, don’t you, Brian?” He looked really worried. Betts and I had always had a stormy relationship and there was a twinge of jealousy over her getting my mother when I needed her. But I had to be fair. Betts wasn’t quite twenty-one and had a new baby, new husband, new house, and new relatives. She needed Mom. I nodded. Dad glanced at the girls’ bags.
“They’re staying,” I said.
“Of course they are,” Dad responded. He hugged us all again and rolled up his sleeve to peel potatoes. Anna had a few pounds of ground beef thawed and I chopped an onion to mix with it for meatloaf. Somehow, just focusing on the food helped me settle down. Rose and Whitney helped in the kitchen while Sam, Jennifer, and Courtney went out to take care of the horses. When the meatloaf was in the oven, Anna grabbed my hand and led me back to the bedroom. Mom and Dad’s bedroom. Only she was at home in it because she shared it. She closed the door and turned to hug me.
“Brian, all five of those girls love you. You’ve taken your relationship with Whitney to a new level that the other four are looking forward to. I don’t know how to say this. I’ve never had a son before.” She blew out a lungful of air between her teeth. “They will all want to be as close to you as possible tonight.” She looked at me and I nodded. “As close to you as possible.” Oh! “It’s going to be difficult, but I don’t think this would be the best time to go plowing through all four girls. Shit! I didn’t mean to sound rude. They love you. They want to make love to you. I’m not going to be checking for proper sleepwear because I know for a fact that you will all be naked by the time you are in bed. But Brian, you’ve got to do the thinking. If you make love to all of them tonight, it won’t be special for any of them. Not like it was for you and Whitney. And they’ll always associate it with the loss of their friend.”
Always up to me. Always my responsibility. Still, what Anna was saying rang true. Whitney and I were going to have a lot to work through just realizing that while we were blissfully making love our girlfriend was being raped and choked to death. Josh was being beaten unconscious. Life was so unfair. Why would we be so lucky? They were in love, too. I hugged Anna.
“Thank you. I might not have figured that out. Everything seems to be off-kilter.”
“It is, Brian. And that brings me to something else.” She looked at me long and hard and I had a feeling she expected me to ask something. “Okay. Look. You know that I’m in love with your parents. This is too much information, but I love making love to both your mother and your father, together or individually. But we’ve never been in this position before. Brian, your mother is in Seattle. Your father is here. I’m here. If you have any objection at all to me sleeping with your father while your mother isn’t here, you need to let me know now. If you say no, I’ll sleep in the guest room and promise we won’t do anything. You just have to be up front with us.” Oh, holy fucking shit. I never even thought of that.
“Anna, does Mom know you are here tonight and are going to sleep with Dad?”
“Yes. We talked about it. But that doesn’t have anything to do with how you feel.”
“Yes, it does. Thank you for being honest with me and talking to me. But this is between you and Dad and Mom. If you three are in agreement then I’m in agreement. All this is hard on us kids, but I know it is hard on you parents, too. Nobody should have to sleep alone when comfort is nearby. I love you, Anna. If I didn’t already have a wonderful mom, I’d want you to be her. Whatever you do with Dad tonight and whatever your sleeping arrangements are, it’s fine with me if it’s fine with Mom and Dad and you.” She hugged me in earnest.
“You might not be the only one running around naked,” she giggled.
Yeah. Well, make Dad happy, but if I happen to see your bare tush in the kitchen in the morning, don’t be surprised if I’m happy, too!
Our four girlfriends got Whitney and me undressed upstairs and carefully applied arnica cream to all our bruises. I thought our bodies were healing faster than other people, even without the cream. Maybe it was all psychological. My bruises were all mostly that orange color they get when they are really almost gone. Then they insisted that Whitney and I lie down on our stomachs and we each got a four-hand massage that about put me to sleep. I had my head on my arms turned to the side and when my eyes were open, I was looking right into Whitney’s. She smiled. I smiled.
When they’d finished, Whitney and I turned so we could embrace.
“Excuse me,” Samantha said. “But could we, the… uh… handmaidens of the consummated two, have a kiss from our boyfriend and our girlfriend?” They giggled. Whitney sighed.
“What can we do?” she asked me. “We have to keep the help happy.” She rolled away from me and caught Rose in a quick embrace and a deep kiss. I only saw the beginning as Courtney was sprawled out on top of me with her lips plastered to mine and her pussy working desperately to contact my cock. I heard a smack and Courtney arched up off of me with a startled expression as Jennifer pushed her to the side.
“My turn,” she said. Courtney giggled and rolled right into Whitney’s arms. Jennifer was pressed against my body and against my lips.
“If you don’t want one of those smacks, too, you’d better roll over and make room for me,” Sam whispered to her. Jennifer scrambled off of me and right onto Whitney. Samantha slid a very wet smooth pussy up and down against my cock. “Will it be soon, Brian?”
“Let’s get through what we have to get through, my love. I’m not forgetting you. I love you.”
“I know, baby. I’m just so sad right now. I want to hold you. I want to hold us all at one time. I’m scared.”
All I could do was pet her hair and savor the feeling of her wet smooth pussy against me. I would not forget any of my girlfriends.
“Share?” Rose whispered.
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Sam said. “It’s your turn.”
“All we can do right now is take turns. It won’t always be such a traffic jam, dear.” Rose kissed Samantha and Sam rolled over to Whitney.
“It might be a few days before I can do another story,” I whispered to Rose.
“Wait too long and you might be writing history instead of prophecy, love.” I pulled Rose to me and kissed her sweet lips. Her big full breasts were a cushion between us and I reached down to pet her bottom as she kissed me more passionately.
“Stay right here beside me tonight, love,” I whispered. “Okay?”
Whitney rolled toward me as Sam hugged her. Jennifer was snug against Sam. Rose and Courtney were on my right. We whispered our love to each other and the drain on our emotions eventually lulled us to sleep.
Morning dreams. I was being kissed. Softly. Enticingly. A tongue flicked my nipple. A hand stroked my morning erection. If this be a dream, wake me not. My eyes opened.
Rose felt the change in my wakefulness and the kiss became more insistent. Her beautiful breasts were pressed against my side. When she pulled back to look at me, Courtney pulled away from my nipple and kissed me. Whitney was sitting up next to me with Jennifer kissing her and caressing her little breasts. I kissed Courtney and it was like we were one person. There was only one other person left who went to bed with us. That meant that the lips and tongue that were tickling at my cock had to belong to Samantha.
“Good morning, lover,” Courtney said as she pulled away. Samantha pulled up off my cock and stroked me upright.
“The handmaidens of the consummated pair have prepared you for your love,” Sam said. Whitney grinned. She straddled me.
“It seems they won’t believe we’ve really done it unless they see it,” she whispered. “I don’t mind. Do you?”
“I’d much rather wake up making love to you than getting a beating from you, darling,” I laughed. We were all comfortable being naked and playing with each other, but it was a little embarrassing having four girlfriends ‘helping’ Whitney and me join together. Still, the feeling of Whitney’s wet vagina sliding down onto my hard penis kind of overwhelmed all other emotions.
“Look! It’s going in,” Rose gasped. “Whitney, is it wonderful?” Whitney just whined a little and nodded, never breaking eye contact.
“I feel like I’m making love to both of you,” Jennifer whispered. “It’s so beautiful.” Samantha trailed a hand up my torso as she moved to kiss me. I saw Courtney kissing Whitney. Rose and Jennifer ministered to our nipples. Whitney lifted and fell on my cock again. I don’t know how long it went on. Probably not long, but it was an eternity. Tits of different sizes were in my hands. Nipples and tongues were pressed to my lips. Whitney received the same treatment and through it all we held each other’s eyes and she smiled at me. There was no way I’d last another second and I groaned as I arched my hips up to meet hers and let go of my orgasm. Whitney threw back her head, her mouth open in an all but silent scream as she clutched Rose and Courtney to her just as I clutched Jennifer and Samantha. I heard gasps and moans and whines from all the girls and Whitney was gently lowered to my chest.
“I understand,” Courtney whispered. “I’ll wait until it’s right for us. I understand.”
We lay in a pile like that for longer than it had taken to make love. Fingers fondled my balls and my cock where I was still joined to Whitney. We didn’t try to come again, but I stayed hard as Whitney pulsed around me and kissed me for her first time this morning.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I love each of you and all of you.”
The service was Friday in the gym. There were more people packed in than for graduation. Mr. Raymond asked the six of us guys to carry the casket. Josh needed help and Derek and Jackson supported him. He’d only been released from the hospital the day before but wouldn’t give up his spot to carry his girlfriend. I was so blinded by my tears that I didn’t see Hannah step into the line with our girlfriends.
Miss Polly: It is a solemn occasion today on ‘Young Cooking’ with Chef Brian. We are all still reeling from the tragic events of this past week. I know this has been especially hard on you, Brian. Can you tell us what happened and who all these people are?
Me: I’ll try, Miss Polly. Please forgive me if I can’t. Three months ago, I had a wonderful girlfriend on the show with me. She was so funny that we laughed almost all the way through the show. Her name was Denise Raymond. Yesterday, the six of us guys, the boyfriends in our group, carried Denise to Grasslawn Cemetery to lay her to rest. The girlfriends you see here walked beside us. She hardly weighed anything.
Last weekend was our junior/senior prom at St. Joe Valley. Josh and Denise have been with each other throughout this school year. They looked great together. Denise wore a light green dress and said it was the first formal she’d ever worn. All of us in the group had a dance with each of the others, not just with our dates for the evening. When I was dancing with Denise she told me this had been the happiest time of her life. She was so in love with Josh that she glowed when they were together.
Early Sunday morning, when Josh took her home, they were jumped by unknown assailants. Josh was beaten unconscious. His sweet girlfriend Denise was raped and murdered and left on her front lawn for her father to find.
Police say that even though there are persons of interest, they have no suspects at this time. We, the boyfriends and girlfriends of Denise, have pooled our money—cash, Christmas Club funds, money for college—and have raised $5,000 to offer as a reward for information leading to the capture and conviction of this murderer or murderers. Our parents, who are standing with us, who see each one of us when they think of Denise, have matched that to make the total $10,000.
No arrest, no conviction, no punishment will ever bring Denise back to us. But this… dog… must not be allowed to bite again. Please help us. [Silence as tears flowed from our eyes. Camera pans from side to side taking us all in.]
Miss P: I’ve been informed that our station has also matched the reward amount, bringing the total to $15,000 for information leading to the arrest and conviction of the persons responsible for this travesty. To Brian and to all the boyfriends and girlfriends, parents and classmates, we offer our sincerest sympathy. I know there is one more thing you want to say, Brian.
Me: Just remember, girlfriend: we all… [I scan up and down the crowd of my friends, finally seeing Hannah being hugged by her sister. I nodded.] No matter what, we all still love you.
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