Deadly Chemistry
22 Informant
WE HAD A FAMILY MEETING Sunday night. Jennifer, Courtney, Anna, Mom, Dad, and Betts. Addison held Maddie while we talked around the dinner table.
“We didn’t mean to be so rude last night, Elizabeth Ann,” Mom said. It was her ‘listen up’ name for Betts, but she said it kindly. “We get so carried away when Anna arrives that we forget our manners. We were going to talk to you and tell you. There just never seemed to be the right time.”
“How long?” Betts asked.
“A couple years. Well, a little longer.”
“Ever since I got married.” You could just tell that Betts was about to ‘take the blame.’
“Well, actually,” Dad said, looking at us kids, “a little longer than that. I think the first time was New Year’s Eve the night before you announced your engagement.” My mouth fell open and both Jennifer and Courtney looked surprised, too. No wonder they didn’t realize I’d stayed out in the barn with Jessica all night. Wow! I looked at Addison and she was just watching the action trying to understand what had happened. I’m not sure she knew what was being discussed when the conversation started.
“You all might as well know that we’ve invited Anna to move in with us here when you are all out of the house,” Mom said to Jennifer and Courtney.
“We’re not rushing you, though,” Anna hastened to add. “Bill and Crystal would kill me if they thought I was rushing you down to IU.”
“Maybe we could talk about that later this week,” Jen said. “We need to talk to our boyfriend and girlfriends first, though. We’re not looking forward to having a summer without Brian.”
“You… both…?” Betts started. “But what about…?”
“Sora has been with the three of us all week before you got here, Betts. She’s our girlfriend.”
“What about last night?” she asked.
“It was special. It was our first time together… like that.”
“Oh, Brian! I’m sorry!” Betts was crying and Addison still didn’t know what the heck she was talking about.
“It worked out well, don’t you think?”
“Mommy, can I be a little girl and start all over. I don’t understand the world I live in anymore,” Betts said, reaching to hug Mom. She found herself hugged by both Mom and Anna.
“I don’t think any of us understand the world we live in anymore,” Anna whispered to Betts. “All any of us really understand is love. It just bowls us over the same way it did you and Allen.”
“I don’t want another woman to share Allen,” Betts cried.
“Honey, what you and Allen do is not based on what any of the rest of us do,” Dad said. He reached for Maddie and Addison gave him the baby. “Look what a precious little girl you brought us. All you have to worry about is showing her and showing Allen how much you love them. You aren’t responsible for our lives or for emulating them.”
Monday morning, Dad had a contractor in to estimate putting a bathroom in the attic. Jen, Court, Sora, and Addison followed me around as I gave specifications for an extra-large shower and tub and a wall of sinks. The contractor looked at me strangely.
“Think dormitory,” I suggested. “There’s a lot of traffic.” With that in mind, he suggested a privacy wall for the toilet so the bath could be used by more than one person at a time. We all agreed.
“Dad? Can we afford this?” I asked when I could get him aside.
“Hmm. Well since you have a full-time job now I’m thinking you can chip in for the improvements to your apartment.” I really wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. I had to leave and go to work.
I was only in for a half-day on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. The first day was all about getting my paperwork handled. I didn’t worry about it at the end of the year because I only did two shows for $250 each last year. I didn’t even file income tax. But this year, I’d already made over $5,000 and would earn that much this summer as well. I couldn’t even claim myself as a deduction. I was going to need a tax accountant.
Wednesday morning, Betts, Madeline, and Addison left for Seattle. I had a good hug and kiss with Addie before I had to leave for work and we promised to stay in touch. She really wanted to be a part of our group, but knew it was senseless as she would probably not see any of us again for a year. That was hard, but we promised to stay in touch.
Jen, Court, and Anna went back to Kokomo on Wednesday afternoon, but were coming back in a week to spend the summer. There was a question as to how that would work if all the other girls wanted to spend time with me this summer—some of them privately. Even in Kokomo, there were times I was with one or the other girl and times when we all went to our own beds just to get some sleep.
“I suppose the best thing would be for Brian to move downstairs and give the girls the upstairs,” Mom said.
“No!” both Jen and Court almost shouted. We all looked at them. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of moving downstairs, but it was just for the summer.
“Girls!” Anna said. “What’s the problem?”
“It’s not fair for us to move in and kick Brian out of his apartment,” Jen said firmly. “I won’t do it. We can stay in Kokomo.”
“I thought you were anxious to spend the summer here.”
“We are,” Court said. “But I agree with Jen. We can’t come and kick Brian out of his space. We can share if that’s okay, but we can’t just displace him.”
“You are not going to share the upstairs with Brian for the summer. I know we’ve allowed a lot of freedom for you three but living together is further than I’m willing to go,” Anna said.
“I meant that Jen and I could share the guest room. We spend most of our time together at home anyway. The guest room is no smaller than Jen’s room.”
“Brian, is this an issue to you, as well?” Dad asked. I suppose he expected me to be magnanimous and offer the girls my room.
“It kind of is, Dad,” I said. “I would never have said anything, but thank you, Jennifer and Courtney, for realizing it. I’d move downstairs if it’s the only way you can spend the summer, but I know it would create conflicts among us.”
“Explain—any of you,” Mom said. I took a deep breath but Jen was on it before I could voice my concerns.
“Mama Marilyn, we love you and we love each other. We’d love to see you three all sharing a room, but our own experience tells us that sometimes somebody has to escape, so we understand Mom taking the other bedroom downstairs,” she said. “The thing is that Court and I aren’t Brian’s only girlfriends. His room is a special place that we all gather and sometimes we sleep with him. If we took over Brian’s room and he moved down here, our other girlfriends would hate us. What if Sam wanted to spend time with Brian? Or Rose? Or Liz? Or… Maybe I shouldn’t enumerate everyone. Speaking for myself, I wouldn’t want to spend the night with Brian in the room next to yours.”
Mom and Anna shared an interesting look. The guest room had been my bedroom when I was downstairs and there was a bathroom between it and Betts’ room where Anna was going to stay.
“Maybe we should rethink the arrangements,” Dad said. “I’m not sure I want any of the kids staying in the guest room now that I think about it.”
“Having the girls share a bath with Anna seems a little overcrowded, though,” Mom said.
“They could share the bath upstairs,” I said. “We designed it for a crowd.”
“I’m not sure I want to think about that phrase,” Mom sighed. “How about this, then. Anna in the guest room with semi-private use of the downstairs bath. The girls in Betts’ old room. It’s a little bigger than the guest room, but frankly…” Mom blushed. Really turned red. As soon as she did, Anna started to, too. “… we’re hoping Anna doesn’t spend that much time in her room,” she finished. Anna looked at Mom and Dad. Dad held out his arms and Anna practically leaped onto his lap. Mom cuddled up to them and kissed Anna deeply. Dad joined in. Court cleared her throat.
“Um… We’re still here, guys,” she said. I was pretty sure it was Jen and Court and me who were blushing now.
“Who do you think we learned this behavior from?” Anna giggled. She hugged Mom and Dad tightly and didn’t get off his lap.
“So, would it be okay then if we share the upstairs bath, Brian?” Jen asked.
“And sometimes the upstairs bed?” Court whispered.
“It looks like the bath will be finished except painting when you get back next weekend,” I said. “You won’t be hanging bras and panties in it to dry all the time like Betts did, will you?”
“Not unless you take them off of us,” Jen said.
“Okay. That’s all the detail we are sharing at the moment,” Mom said. “Which doesn’t mean that any one of you can’t talk to any one of us about anything, but the conversation seems to be a little more suggestive than is necessary for cross-generations. Come to us for advice or problems or just because you love us and need to confide. We all know that both of these trios are sexually active and unless a problem arises, we won’t expect any details. Okay?” We all nodded.
The next two days included meetings with Harvey, Miss Polly, and Miss Betsy. Betsy filled me in on all she did to get ready for the show and how she assisted Miss Polly. She said I was going to have fun, but to remember how Miss Polly took her coffee and always have a fresh cup ready when she returned to her hostess seat. When it came down to it, Miss Betsy was an on-screen administrative assistant for Miss Polly. She ran errands, welcomed guests and made sure they were comfortable while they waited for Miss Polly, kept the schedule, notes on the production meetings, and reminded Miss Polly of the order the show would run. Man! What I’d been doing was pretty free-wheeling compared to Miss Betsy’s job.
Thursday and Friday, I stayed off-camera but otherwise shadowed Miss Betsy all day long. I was exhausted by the end of the week.
Elaine showed up Friday after I got home from work and announced that we had a date. I just assumed that she had cleared it with anyone who needed to know and told Mom and Dad that I’d probably be home late. I was taking advantage of the new extended 1:00 weekend curfew. I was surprised when Elaine took me to her house for dinner with her family.
“I’m leaving for New Jersey Sunday morning for the summer at East Lynne,” she explained. “I won’t be back until Labor Day weekend to start school. Mom and Dad and Cam wanted to have a nice dinner before I left and you got invited. Somehow.” She grinned at me and we held hands as we went into the house. I found out that Elaine wasn’t the only one in the family who could cook. What surprised me was that it was her brother who turned out the incredible soufflé that we feasted on. Cam was his usual entertaining best.
“I get off at three in the afternoon,” Cam said. “They don’t want me holding up traffic at five o’clock.”
“Cam!” his mother exclaimed. “Your whole shift gets off at three. That’s why you start work at the ungodly hour of seven. Don’t give Brian a bad impression.”
“Mom,” Cam laughed. “He’s Elaine’s boyfriend. How much worse an impression could I make?” That got him beat on by his sister, who flopped in his lap and demanded that he wheel her to the table like the princess she was.”
“If she’s a princess, then I must be Laird o’ the Castle,” Mr. Jones said, waving his drink around.
“You’re getting to be the Lard of the Castle, all right,” Mrs. Jones shot back at him. “Cam is going to start chasing you down the block in his wheelchair to get you to exercise. You’ll have to move in order to keep from being run over.”
Most of the dinner conversation was light and funny, but I had the feeling that Mr. Jones was progressively drinking heavier. He was funny, but he was drunk funny, not clever funny. I’m pretty sure that’s not what he thought.
After dinner, he retired to watch a baseball game on TV and Cam, Elaine, and I went out onto their back deck. Mrs. Jones insisted that it was her turn to clean up the dishes and as soon as we’d cleared the table she shooed us out of the kitchen. The deck had a ramp that let Cam maneuver to the back yard and into the garage. He had his own car that was equipped with hand controls and was proud to show it off to me.
“I hope you don’t think ill of us because of Dad,” he said as we sat at their picnic table.
“I don’t, Cam. Are you guys all okay?”
“Yeah. Dad never used to drink that much, but I’m afraid that seeing me in this condition every day has taken its toll on him.”
“I made it worse when I changed my name,” Elaine sighed. “I should have just adopted it as a stage name, but life is punctuated with ‘should haves.’ I didn’t think he minded, but since the first month—well, since I was called to the podium for my diploma with my new name—he hasn’t called me Elaine again. Thing is, he never uses my name at all. If he needs my attention he just says ‘daughter’ or even ‘girl.’ Don’t think that everything is your fault, Cam.”
“Oh, I don’t, sister. Things will improve,” he said confidently. “You know, Brian, I wish I could be both brother and boyfriend like you are.” I didn’t know what to say.
“Cam!”
“She’s still the only girl I’ve ever seen naked.”
“Hah!” Elaine raised her watch hand in our accepted signal for bullshit.
“Well, except for the other three,” Cam laughed.
“Watch yourself or I’ll tell Patsy and see when you get to see her naked again.”
“I’ve got a secret,” Cam said. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen a brother and sister verbally spar like these two. No wonder Elaine stayed so sharp. I just sat and watched them. “I was going to announce it at dinner, but Patsy can’t come over until Sunday. You’ll be gone, so I’ll tell you two, but not a word to the parents.”
“Cam, you didn’t!”
“I did and she said yes. We’re going to get married.” Elaine launched herself back into Cam’s lap and hugged him.
“I’m so proud of you!” she said.
“Are you totally overwhelmed, boyfriend?” Elaine asked when we parked in my drive.
“Darling, I love you and I love your crazy family. I might not be able to keep up with you, but I still love being with you and with them.”
“Well, I think it was a little much when Mom got out the Monopoly game, but I think she just wanted an excuse to keep you around longer.”
“I had fun. But I’m better at cards.” Elaine’s dad had fallen asleep sometime during the second inning and the other four of us sat at the kitchen table and played for about two hours. Elaine finally said she was taking her boyfriend home and not to wait up for her.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” she asked as she kissed me.
“Are you sure?”
“Not for sex—I mean, not all the way—but please let me hold you so I’ll have something to keep me warm while I’m gone for the summer.”
“You know I’ll do anything with you, Elaine. I’ve been hesitant since we don’t get to spend a lot of time together with you away at college. But I love you, girlfriend, and if you want more than a cuddle, I’m available.”
“That’s going to make it hard to stay celibate tonight, lover,” she laughed. Man, would it. “But I’m just like the other girls. I want to plan and anticipate our moment together, not just do it because we’re available. I thought about it, but you’ve had a line of lovers since May and I want you to look forward to being with me as much as I look forward to being with you.” In a strange sort of way, I understood. My cock had been in four pussies in less than two months. I didn’t want to have any one experience lost in the crowd.
We brushed teeth and went upstairs. Mom and Dad were already asleep. Once in my room, Elaine kissed me deeply.
“Elaine, other than the last step, I give you permission to be with me in any way you want to tonight and to touch me any way that you want. May I have the same permission?”
“Yes, my love. But remember, we have all night and I’m sleepy. Why don’t you dream up some nice way to wake me in the morning?” We undressed each other with a lot of touching and kissing, but once we were in bed we spooned together and I held Elaine close as we went to sleep.
“Sweetheart, I love you,” Elaine whispered. It couldn’t be much past four-thirty. I’d woken up, said a little prayer for Hannah, and snuggled back up against Elaine. My rigid cock was positioned between her buns, but I hadn’t made any moves as far as I knew. “I know you can hear me, Brian. You don’t have to say anything. I know how totally impossible it is for us to be together forever, but I just can’t let go. I keep trying to tell myself that I’ll get over it when I’m at school or working for the summer, but I don’t get over it. I just keep wanting you more. Sometimes I think I should just chuck this whole idea of becoming an actress, but I don’t know what I’d do. Is this what Heaven felt when she left you to become a model? If so, the girl is in misery. Don’t give up on her, Brian. Don’t give up on me.” I squeezed her and put a small kiss on her neck. But Elaine wasn’t done.
“I’ve kept putting off making love to you. Age. Timing. Priorities. Most of all, it’s because I know that once you’ve been inside me and I feel that last connection, I will never want to give you up. That scares me. I will never stand in the way of your other girlfriends—our other girlfriends. When I come back to town and I spend time with Samantha and Rose and Whitney and Liz, I realize that we are all really one. How did you put it? I love all of them and I love each of them.” She turned in my arms so we were facing each other. We kissed softly. I kept quiet. This was something that Elaine had to say, but I was so afraid she was going to say that she wouldn’t be back. I knew that she could go out East and join the actors’ union and probably start working full time forever. Just the mention of Heaven had caused a little heartache to resurface.
“Brian, I want to make love to you. I want to give all of myself to you. I’m not going to give up my dream of becoming an actress, though. That means that I’ll be traveling like I am this summer. I certainly won’t be finding full time work here in Northern Indiana. But I have to have a base—a home. If you’ll have me—knowing that I’ll be going away to work but that I’ll always come home—then that home will always be wherever you are. When we started the dating group, I thought it was going to be a temporary thing. But it isn’t, darling. We might not all stay together, but we are in a plural relationship for the long haul. I love you and I want to consummate our love. This fall. It will give us both time to think about it while I’m gone this summer. Will you spend Labor Day weekend with me? We’ll find some little place where we can be together and make it our honeymoon weekend because after that, I am yours forever. Without taking that last step, darling, will you make love to me?”
Words were simply inadequate. This cute little redhead that I met at the Fair had just proposed to me. Sort of. We would have a honeymoon, but not a wedding. She’d told me that she would always be with me and that would include more than just the two of us. I held her, caressed her, loved her with my mouth and my hands and my heart. When Elaine climaxed, she burst into tears and clutched me to her with my come spurting between us. I held her as she wept against me and I joined her in her tears.
“Elaine, would you help me wake our boyfriend?” I heard the whisper as I slowly woke.
“Sure, girlfriend. How do you want to do it?”
“I thought maybe if I could have the north end, you could take care of the south?”
“Kiss?” There was a little heavy breathing and I kept my eyes closed trying to figure out who the visitor was. I was pretty sure. In a few seconds I felt Elaine’s mouth descend on my hardening cock and I caught the first scent of an aroused female as the world’s silkiest pussy lightly brushed against my lips.
“I love you, Samantha,” I whispered.
“Show me?” I don’t know if I actually showed her anything, but I certainly tasted her. I opened my eyes to look up at her flat tummy and round breasts as my tongue worked into her slit and my hands loved her legs. She smiled down at me. “You weren’t up to make breakfast so I thought I’d see if you were alive,” she giggled.
“What do you think?” I asked as I attacked her clit with my tongue. She gasped.
“Oh, so alive! I love you.”
I received a shower of juices from my hairless girlfriend and my redhead received a healthy morning breakfast shake. I couldn’t stand the thought of Elaine possibly being dissatisfied, so promptly switched positions and parted her sparse hair and pussy lips while Samantha tenderly caressed and kissed her coconspirator.
Then Samantha bounced out of bed, grabbed her clothes, and said, “Horses! I’ll be in for breakfast in half an hour.” Elaine and I laughed, kissed and fondled each other for another five minutes and then dressed to make breakfast. I decided on waffles this morning and after rummaging in the refrigerator for a few minutes, Elaine emerged with an odd assortment of ingredients and announced that she was making chicken gravy to have with them. It sounded strange to me, but Mom and Dad thought it was delicious. I admit that Sam and I were a little more skeptical, but we managed to put the waffles away as fast as I could get them off the griddle.
After breakfast, Elaine and I had a tearful parting and she surprised me again.
“I have a surprise for you,” she said. “I’m not taking my car to New Jersey. So, it sort of needs a place to stay for the summer. Then I can pick it up when I get back in August. Will you take care of my little car for me, Brian?”
Would I! I promised her to keep it running and that I’d be looking forward to our Labor Day weekend. If the gang wanted to go to the lake, they’d have to do it without me.
Sam went out to train with Rika. Dad and I finished the framing and outside wall for the new bathroom. The handyman he’d hired to do the plumbing got everything installed so if Dad and I could finish the wiring on Sunday, we could sheetrock and get it taped in time to be dry for when the girls came to paint next Friday. I had a fully functioning toilet and sink by Saturday night, but there were no walls around it.
Sunday morning, we had more help than we could use. Just about everyone showed up. As a result, the girls’ room, Anna’s room, and the downstairs main bath all got a thorough scrubbing and a fresh coat of paint. I went out with Doug and Carl in the pickup and I bought a new queen-size bed and mattress for the girls at Sleep Country. They had one of their big any-size-for-$99 sales. I called Jennifer and reminded her to bring bedding as we didn’t have any sheets that would fit the big bed. I was a little envious of them when I looked at my double, but there was no way we could fit a queen bed up the stairs to my room. We almost didn’t make it with the double. Dad got the wiring finished and Doug, Carl, and Geoff agreed to come and help sheetrock Monday evening. We all had jobs during the daytime this summer. Man, this being full-time employed had some drawbacks.
We soon discovered that I wasn’t going to be making a lot of bread this summer as I needed to leave for work by six-thirty. With the show live at nine o’clock, I had to be to work by seven just to make sure everything was set and that Miss Polly had everything she needed before we went on the air—including her morning coffee. I only forgot her coffee once. She sat to do her intro and picked up her coffee cup. Her empty coffee cup. She looked at me and I stood immediately to take the cup. Miss Polly stood, too.
Miss P: One of the things I love in the morning is a fresh cup of coffee. Do you drink coffee, Chef Brian?
Me: Yes, Miss Polly.
Miss P: We always have a pot brewing in the kitchen. [Camera follows us to the kitchen set.]
Me: May I pour your coffee, Miss Polly?
Miss P: Thank you. [I pour.] How do you take your coffee, Brian?
Me: Just black. [She holds out another mug. I pour.]
Miss P: I like just enough cream in my coffee to turn its color to dark caramel. Now that you know where the pot is, you can always have a cup ready. [Return to living room set and introduce guest.]
I never forgot her coffee again. She never mentioned it. God! Live TV!
It took about an hour to clean and pack our set and get it stored for morning. The station had gone to network programming but crews were already moving things into place for the noon news break. We took half an hour for lunch and then started working on the programming for the next day’s show. I met with Miss Polly. I met with Harvey. I met with Miss Polly to tell her what Harvey said. I made phone calls. I made coffee.
I got home to a loving family and a nice massage.
Actually, like Cam, I got off at three and no one was home when I got there. Except Rose. She took me upstairs, stripped me, and gave me a loving massage.
“Rose? What are you doing here? Not that I don’t love it and love the feeling of your hands on my back, but why are you here?”
“Silly boy. I love you. That should be all the reason you need.”
“Yeah. I love you. But why are you here?”
“Just won’t let it rest, will you? I’m here because next week your Kokomo girls will have you all the time and I’ll never get a chance and I love you and I want to be with you sometimes, too.” Oh shit! Rose was crying.
“Rose, honey,” I said as I rolled over under her and held her to me. “Won’t you come and be with me, too? They aren’t going to be sleeping in my bed. At least not all the time. That’s why we made up their room yesterday.”
“I know, but I’m afraid that with them right there, you’ll forget about me. And Liz. And Whitney. And Brenda. And Rhiannon. And Sora. And Doreen. And Samantha. And Elaine. Brian, we all love you. I feel like I need to have sex with you right away so I have some claim on you or something. So that you don’t forget that I love you, too.”
“Oh, sweetheart. I’m never going to forget my Rose. And you don’t need to rush, baby. When the time is right, it will be right. Right for us, not because anybody else is doing it.”
“But Brian, you’ve made love to Whitney and Sarah and Liz and Sora and Samantha and Jennifer and Courtney and Elaine. Why would you even care about making love to me?”
“Well, first off, honey, take half of those off your list. I know that’s not much. It’s been a little overwhelming to have the brakes off when it comes to thinking that I’ve had sex with four different girls in two months. I don’t want to feel like I have to keep having sex with another girl every week or two. Like, Sarah was here and gone in a night when I was so upset that I threw up over and over. And then she was on me and telling me not to forget about Hannah. Then she was gone and I haven’t seen her since.”
“Really not all of them?”
“Honey, no. I shouldn’t even be discussing this, but Rose, I love you. I don’t want there to be secrets between us. I don’t want to tell you what I did with each girl, but I want you to know that I’m just as scared as you are. I had a beautiful week with Whitney. And a few times since. But now she’s gone to camp and I don’t even know if she’ll be back at all this summer. I know that Sora is only here temporarily. She’ll be gone in the fall and there are… issues that we’ve had to deal with. Liz blasts in and needs a fix and it’s so intense I can’t breathe and then she’s gone until she needs me again. I haven’t made love to any of the other girls, sweetheart. We haven’t done anything that you and I haven’t done. You don’t have to stand in line, sweet Rose. I want to make love to you when it’s right for us to make love. I don’t ever want to lose you, honey.”
“Hold me, Brian. Just hold me and tell me you love me. I never intended to fall in love with you. I’m sorry I make things more difficult.”
“Stop, Rose! I love you.” I held her and petted her hair and kissed her head. I was naked, but she was still fully dressed and lying on top of me. “I love you. No matter what we do or when we do it, I will always love you. It’s not difficult.”
“Oh, love.”
“Sometimes it’s hard, though.” We giggled together and the action of Rose’s body on top of me definitely emphasized my point. She felt it and moved on me a little.
“I was being a silly girl,” she whispered. “I can’t help the way I feel.”
“I know. Neither can I. I love you, Rose.”
“I was going to give you a happy ending to your massage, but I don’t think we have time. The guys will be here in a few minutes to start sheetrocking the bathroom. Can I stay with you tonight?”
“Will your parents be okay with that?”
“We had a long talk. I don’t think they’re exactly okay, but they recognize the inevitable. After all, I have an older sister who sort of paved the way.”
“How is she doing?”
“She hated college and says she’s not going back. She’s moved back home and is acting like the most loving and innocent daughter all day long until it is time to go out with her friends at night. Right now, I’m the easy one to deal with.”
“Rose, how did we ever get to be so close? How did I manage to fall in love with you?”
“Honestly, Brian? I have no fucking idea. But I love you so much.”
I love you, sweetheart. Never forget that. I want you to be happy and if what you are doing now makes you happy, then okay. I worry about you.
I went back to sleep. It was just after four-thirty. If she thought of me at all this would be the time. Somehow, I believed she did.
“Tell me a story,” Rose whispered. I was barely awake and was thinking I should go make breakfast but it was just too damned comfortable to be in bed with Rose naked and draped over me. I knew what she wanted. Usually I made the stories up on the computer and then edited them a little before I gave them to her. Now she wanted me to make one up on the spot. Anything for Rose.
“Once upon a time there was a little boy and a little girl,” I started.
“I hope they aren’t too little,” she giggled softly.
“I’m the little boy and you are the little girl, darling Rose.”
I woke up with a strange feeling. It wasn’t strange like scary strange or strange like sick strange. It was strange like a new experience. My darling Rose was in bed with me. Oh, we’d slept together before, but it was always in a group with our girlfriends and sometimes with our boyfriends. But this was the first time ever that Rose had spent the night with just me. It was exciting strange. It was ‘this is what I’ve dreamed of’ strange. I squeezed her tightly to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
Let me tell you about Rose. She’s shorter than me. I’m a whopping five-seven but the top of Rose’s head just comes to my lips where I can kiss her beautiful blonde hair. She’s been letting it grow out since cheerleading season was over. I kind of hoped she let it get longer. It was like little strands of yellow silk that fluffed and parted when I breathed on her. Rose’s face is the picture of innocence and love. Her nose is straight and sits above a perfect little Cupid’s bow mouth. Her lips are full and I love to kiss them. Rose is an athlete, but she isn’t a scrawny one. She’s got the most beautiful, firm, full breasts in the world with nipples that seem almost as small as mine. When I touch them, though—especially when I flick them with my tongue—they get hard and stand up begging for more attention. Her tummy isn’t a six-pack. Like the rest of Rose, you know there are muscles there but, on the outside, she is soft. I love to just lie between Rose’s shapely legs with my head resting above her mound, cushioned on her softly rounded tummy.
Speaking of being between her legs, that’s one of my favorite places to be. Rose keeps her hair neatly trimmed, but like the hair on her head, the hair on her mound is fine and silky—as golden as sunrise. I’ve spent time there just meditating on how much I love Rose’s pussy. I love to hold her bottom in both hands as I taste the sweet juices that run from her when we are together. When I part her lips with my tongue her vagina opens as if begging me to enter her. I run my tongue up and down her thighs, teasing her little pleasure button out from its hiding place. I could start at her toes and just worship every inch of her left leg and then when I touched her clitoris, I’d start back at her right foot and work my way toward paradise again.
Rose and I are intimate with each other. We don’t hold back any of our secrets. I know she loves having the back of her knees kissed. She knows how sensitive my own nipples are and teases them with her fingers and her tongue before kissing her way along my cock that gets harder as she slips the tip between her lips and licks the head. I know she can taste me just as I savor every drop of her fluids. She likes to slide my cock between her breasts, folding me into her and licking the head of my cock each time it appears above the perfect, pink-crested, pillows on her chest. For all that intimacy, though, Rose and I have never gone all the way. We’ve teased and talked. We both want each other so much it sometimes hurts. There has always been that last step that we’ve looked forward to and never quite taken.
This morning we were alone. In one way or another, we’d made love all night. Just holding Rose in my arms is making love. She moved against me as we kissed in the early morning light, knowing that even if the temperature weren’t warming outside, we were raising the temperature in my bed. We took our time, making long, languorous love with the sheets thrown back so that we were exposed fully to each other’s questing hands and mouths.
Rose was ready. I was ready. As we moved together, I felt the moisture from her hot center commingling with the drops of lubricant from the tip of my cock. That’s when we stopped kissing for a moment. Rose looked into my eyes. I fell into hers. I have blue eyes, tending toward gray. Rose’s eyes are the deepest blue pools I have ever seen. Whenever I look into them I’m lost in their depths, sometimes wondering what she sees in me that lets me be this close to her. They sparkled. Perhaps there was just a hint of moisture gathering there like she might cry if she were any happier.
Almost imperceptibly, she nodded to me, telling me this was our moment.
I nudged forward and her nether lips parted to surround my cock, to welcome me to her most sacred temple. She met my forward motion with her own and I felt myself sink into her as she rippled around me. She watched my eyes—saw only love—until I came to rest with my pubic bone pressing against her clitoris. Then her eyes drifted closed and her lips met mine as we moved together for the first time.
Our breath became shorter but our lips could not be separated. Our tongues sought the sweet taste of each other’s mouth. When I could bear it no longer I pushed into her as deeply as I could go and emptied my soul into her waiting vagina.
Rose screamed.
It was my finger pressing into her as I rubbed against her clit, my cock wedged as close to her opening as the position would allow. As she came, so did I, spattering her and even shooting some of my sperm into her as my cock strove to bypass my hand. So close. We were so close to making love.
“I want you, Brian. My heart and my soul long for you to take me. I thought I would be able to wait until I turned eighteen, but I don’t care anymore. The next time we are here in this position, I will guide you into me. I love you. I love you.”
I think the hardest thing I’d ever done was to leave Rose in my bed as I dressed to go to work.
Working full-time was exhausting. In spite of never missing Miss Polly’s coffee again, it was a steep learning curve on the job. There was so much to keep track of. Seen from this end, it was a different world. When I did my ‘Young Cooking’ taping, I was the star. I handled the chatter, responding to Miss Polly’s questions and involving my girlfriend of the day. On the daily show, I was just a grunt. Miss Polly was the star. And she was a demanding one. It was her show. Harvey pulled me aside on Friday at noon. I’d seen Miss Polly leave, waving goodbye to everyone.
“You’ve weathered the storm pretty well this week, Brian,” Harvey said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Any regrets?”
“It’s definitely hard work, Harvey. A little different than I expected. I guess all I’d seen was really the cooking aspect. That isn’t even what the show is about!”
“Well, you and I have the same job description when it comes down to it,” he said. “Make Miss Polly look good. I do it with lights and camera direction and budget. You do it with notes, guests, phone calls, and coffee. All we really have to do, though, is make her look good.”
“I’d never thought of it exactly that way but I see what you mean. It will help me next week.”
“Well, we’re knocking off for the week now. We have Monday’s and Tuesday’s shows plotted out and we’re ready for the weekend. Let’s head out.”
“Uh… Harvey, how do I turn in my timesheet? I’ve been keeping track of my hours, but no one gave me instructions on how to log them. I don’t think I’ve got forty hours in yet this week.”
“You don’t have a timesheet, Brian. Oh, it’s good that you keep a record so you can verify that you are doing the job, but you are on salary. This week will be a little light because we’re ahead. Fair week, you will probably log enough hours to make up any deficit that you accrue during the rest of the summer. You get paid the same amount regardless,” Harvey said.
That was news! The first thing I’d done after I got my contract was take the weekly rate they said they were paying and divide it by forty so I knew how much I made an hour. And it was great! I had no idea that being paid $500 a week didn’t mean the same thing as being paid $12.50 an hour!
“Here’s a tip. You’ve observed when Pol gets here and when she leaves. You probably know when I get here and when I leave. The big secret to having no one ever ask you about how much work you are doing is to simply arrive before Polly gets here in the morning and not leave until after she does. Technically, you should do the same for me, but I have another show to produce in the afternoons most days and that’s likely to keep me late on occasion. This week Darrell has been on vacation so we’re running tapes of other shows. So don’t try to stay later than I do. I usually take a break after Polly’s show and don’t spend as much time with it as I have this week getting you oriented. Key off Polly’s hours and you’ll do fine.”
Friday afternoon and I was free! The girls would be down from Kokomo by five, so I could take the time to have a nice family meal ready tonight. This would be great.
I walked out of the studio to the parking lot. It was a real relief to have Elaine’s car and not have to depend on Mom and Dad for transportation. I supposed that after the summer I should use a little of my earnings to buy my own car. I headed toward it noticing that the parking lot was much emptier than it usually was in the afternoon.
I was unlocking the door when a woman stepped from in front of a van parked near me and stopped short. I looked at her and she looked kind of familiar. Her stringy hair had once been bleached, but about an inch of dark brown roots were showing. She had a bag slung over one shoulder and a rolling suitcase by the handle. Her other hand was held by a little girl, two or three years old. The child was dark-skinned.
“Brian Frost,” she said as if confirming my identity. I quickly glanced around. No one else was near.
“Yes.”
“Will you take me to the bus station, please? I have to leave before he kills me, too. And Audrey,” she added, looking at the little girl.
“Uh… Who… what…” Shit. Why would an unknown woman throw herself on my mercy to get her to the bus station?
“I know who killed Denise Raymond.”
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