The Rock
2 Rose
“I WASN’T SCARED until I saw it.”
“I’m getting that a lot lately,” I sighed. Sam was cuddled in bed with me early Friday morning. I had to get up soon and head to work, picking up Cassie on the way. We were making another fair favorite on the show today: grilled corn on the cob. I’d served it every night this week at home and I was getting pretty good at it. But last night, Sam had asked if she could have a night alone in bed with me. She was getting a little nervous about showing Rika at the fair, but that wasn’t what she was worried about.
“You know, I never actually saw… a Jack in a Jill before. When we were with you with Whitney, I… didn’t look. I kissed you just imagining that it was me you were making love to. And we had so much emotional trauma that week. I couldn’t separate any of it. We’re supposed to be smart about all this, right? But I never imagined what it was really like.”
“Honey, you know Sora and I were… well, we were burning off steam more than making love. It isn’t always that… violent.”
“Yeah. But Nikki was just as scared when she saw you with Liz and that wasn’t violent either.”
“No. I kind of assumed that was just Nikki.”
“Huh-uh. It’s facing the reality that you are thinking of letting a man put himself inside you. Not just a man. You. That cock that we watched part those pussy lips is going to slide into me. It’s going to open my virgin pussy and pump inside me. All of a sudden, it’s scary.” I just held my silky lover beside me. She hadn’t been at all hesitant about letting me eat her virgin pussy. But she was suddenly a little slower about the idea of making love. “Do you mind that I’m taking more time than I thought I would?”
“Oh, Cutie. You know that isn’t the case. I never want to rush anyone. It seemed like… Well, once Whitney and I broke the ice there was a mad rush to lose virginity. I knew Liz would be on my doorstep the minute she turned seventeen. I was surprised when Sarah slept with me. Amazed when Sora claimed me. I never expected that. Then Brenda and my special time with Courtney. I felt a little like I was out of control. I’m glad to slow down some. But little love, don’t think that means I don’t want to make love with you. I love you, Samantha.”
“Oh, Brian. I love you, too. And I want to make love to you. It was just a shock to actually see you… in a girl’s vagina and coming with her. It was exciting and terrifying. I still want it, but I want to think about how to make it special for you and me. You will probably be the only boy who ever puts his penis in me. I’m not like Liz. Oh, I love to eat Jennifer and Courtney and you know how much I love Hannah. But I can’t imagine another boy with me—not even one of our clan members.”
“We’ll wait as long as you want, sweetheart. I love you. Nothing means more to me than your happiness.”
“Except the happiness of everyone in our family. I know you have to get up and go to work. Did you talk to her this morning?”
“Um… yeah.”
“Darling, we know you talk to her every morning. You’ve been doing it for years. I wish I had the connection that you have. Do you think she hears you?”
“It’s pretty dumb, isn’t it?”
“No, love. It’s faithful. She is a part of our family. We will always love her.”
Miss Polly: Everyone loves roasted or grilled corn on the cob at the fair, Brian. Shall we get these ears husked?
Me: I’ve got a different method, Miss Polly. I told my sister before she got married that there’s no such thing as fast food. If it’s worth eating, it’s worth taking the time to cook it right. You know, that’s what Bill Price discovered at the Tally Ho. Those prime ribs cook for nearly twelve hours and still come out rare. Cassie and I have prepared corn in different stages this morning and we already have some cooking on our Jenn-Air grill here in the kitchen. Of course, this week I’ve been cooking this every night on the charcoal grill, so we’re sure it works.
Miss P: Cassie, what are the stages that you are showing?
Cassie: First is corn with the outer dry husk peeled off. We don’t want things catching fire on the grill. Then we have corn soaking in water.
Me: Grandpa Frost always said that you need to have the water boiling when you pick the sweet corn or it’s not fresh. That has to do with the sugars in the corn decomposing quickly. But in a supermarket that is complicated further by the corn drying out quickly. We figure that soaking it about twenty minutes restores enough moisture for the grill.
Cassie: Of course, we’ve got corn cooking on the grill in two batches. I’ve been tending it through the show so we have a batch that is about ready to come off the grill and another that has been on the grill for twenty minutes.
Me: It takes about forty-five minutes on a medium low grill to cook the corn. And we keep the grill covered so it retains as much moisture as possible. See how the husks are charred? That’s why we soaked it first.
Miss P: But you didn’t remove any of the silk. My recipes all say that you should peel the husk back, remove the silk, and then tie the husk back in place.
Me: That’s really part of what makes the corn dry. Nature has already sealed the corn in a protective pouch. If we open the pouch and then try to reseal it, it just won’t be as tight and will dry out faster on the grill.
Miss P: Then how do you get the silk off?
Cassie: Brian has a very funny story about corn silk. Did you know that plants have…
Me: Cassie! We can’t say that on television. Let’s take one of these ears that are ready off the grill. Cassie, will you get the rest off the grill? They’ll keep cooking for another five minutes, but this is good for a start. Now here’s where you need a really good, sharp knife, like our Chicago Cutlery French knife. Grasp the corn at the top with your kitchen mitt—remember it’s hot—and then about half-an-inch from the stem, cut straight through the husk, corn, and cob. Now grasp the silky end firmly and shake the corn out of the husk. The silk all comes off with the husk and we have corn ready to butter.
Cassie wrapped an arm around me as we faced the camera for the sign-off. “Remember, girlfriend. No matter what, I still love you.” When I saw the tape, I discovered she winked.
“What’s our backup plan?” Brenda asked. It was Saturday afternoon and about fifteen of us were gathered on the floor of my bedroom filling out college application forms. “Mr. Jonas said that no matter what we wanted, we should all make three applications—one to our school of choice, one to our backup if all else fails, and one to our ‘reach’ school. Like you should apply to Harvard, Brian.”
“I’m not going to Harvard,” I said. “For now, I want to stay right here. So, I’d have to say that IU is my school of choice. I’m choosing Manchester College as my fallback. It’s a small school, not too far from home, and if you can pay they’ll accept you. For me, my reach school is Notre Dame. It’s not that I think it’s that much harder to get into than IU, but I know we can study what we want to and not really leave home. It’s only five miles from here.”
“After IU do we all need the same fallback and reach schools?”
“I don’t think so,” I answered Carl. “If we don’t all get into the same school, it seems like that will be a pretty clear indication that we aren’t going to the same place. You might as well pick something that really interests you.”
“Hey! IU interests me!”
“I know, buddy. But you’d probably be able to play ball at Manchester or UIndy… or any Division III school. Think about it, anyway.” Everybody was banking on IU. We were all pretty sure that Lionel would be going there. We weren’t sure what Sugar was planning on. She hadn’t expressed an interest in going to college. Josh hadn’t shown up today and I made a mental note to call him and get together soon. I knew he was still hurting and I didn’t want him to feel isolated. It was so hard. Hey, man. Sorry your girlfriend got raped and killed. Want to go shoot some hoops? Hell, maybe that’s what he needed.
“Is there a way to state in our essays that we are part of a group marriage and all want to go to the same school?” Rhiannon asked.
“That would be an interesting way to start an essay,” Samantha said. “What did you say in yours, Jennifer?”
“Sort of dazzled them with bullshit,” Jen answered. “I think they look mostly to see if you can actually write full sentences with proper punctuation and follow a theme or subject from one end to the other. I don’t think they read the content at all.”
“I’m glad I don’t have to write any of that stuff,” Liz said. “There’s a perfectly fine School of Cosmetology in Bloomington.”
“You’re going to beauty school?” Courtney asked. “That’s cool.”
“I’m going to become an esthetician. What I want to know is where we’re going to live,” Liz said. There was sudden and complete silence in the room as we looked at each other. Somehow, I’d just assumed that we’d live in school dormitories like Lamar and Renee had their first year. Elaine moved into an apartment with three other girls her second year in school. Jennifer and Courtney planned to share a dorm room this fall. Sora had said she was starting in the dorm but would pledge a sorority as soon as she could. But staying in a dorm didn’t help Liz or Sugar or Doreen or anyone planning to move with us but not actually enroll at IU. Shit!
“I love you,” I said to Whitney on the phone Sunday night. “I miss you so much.”
“Mmmhmm. It’s really different being away at camp this summer,” she said. “Last year, I didn’t know what I was missing. This year I keep thinking, ‘If I was home, I could be making love with Brian.’ It makes it a lot harder to be away.”
“No kidding.” We laughed a little.
“Brian, are we still… lovers?”
“Oh, Whitney! I will be your lover for as long as you will have me. Do you doubt that?”
“No. I never doubt you, Bri. But when we started, we made a couple agreements. When you are with the others, are you using protection?”
“Yeah. Everyone recognizes the dangers of unprotected sex. Even though we are all exclusive within our group, it’s a big clan. No one wants to be accidentally exposed to something. You are the only girl my bare cock has been in.”
“Good. Now I’d like to make an exception to the rule,” Whitney said.
“Have you met someone, Whit?” I fought the tremble in my voice. Was Whitney telling me she wanted to have unprotected sex with someone else?
“Don’t be an idiot! I’m at camp with a bunch of girls and if I wanted a girl for a lover I’ve got plenty of willing partners at home. They don’t do a thing for me and I’m really not interested in finding a guy. I’m talking about an exception for you.”
“But I don’t need an exception. Whitney, I’m fine with using condoms with Sora and Liz.”
“And Brenda and Courtney and Jennifer and Samantha. I know, Brian. But not with Rose.”
“Rose and I haven’t been intimate like that,” I defended myself.
“Brian, Rose loves you like nobody else in our group. She doesn’t mind playing with the girls when you are with them, but she has absolutely no interest in ever having any lover but you. You are going to be lovers soon.” I knew that. The only thing that had kept Rose and me apart was lack of opportunity. I’d written her another story this week about how we were stranded on a desert island and held each other as we made love. Pretty far-fetched, but I was running out of romantic ideas. “When you make love to Rose, don’t worry about being covered.”
“Well, I’m still concerned about birth control failure and health and everything, Whitney.”
“There’s always a danger but, Brian, Rose deserves all of you. You’ve built things between you with this expectation more than even you and I did. We all know that there’s something special there and I’ve polled the girlfriends. We’re all in agreement that even if we all have to use condoms, Rose doesn’t. Face it. The only reason we don’t use them is because I was first. We always assumed that as others were added, we’d use condoms, too. For now and the foreseeable future, Rose is the exception to the rule.”
“Why? We can use condoms, too.”
“They might not be available when the time is right,” Whitney said, cryptically. “Don’t let it be a barrier. Rose is protected.”
Tuesday night, I called all the guys. We agreed to a Wednesday game at the school as soon as I got home from work about four. We’d play for a couple hours and then I’d grill steaks for the guys at home. We had a blast. Josh was still limping a little and you could tell he wasn’t used to stretching up to make jumps and shots yet. I guess even after a broken rib heals there’s scar tissue that builds up around it that can be painful to stretch out. I sure hoped Josh would be back to a hundred percent by the time the season started.
“I am so out of shape!” he exclaimed as he puffed down the court. “I’ve got to talk to my therapist.”
“Um… How does a shrink help you get in shape?” Geoff asked. It wasn’t mean. I knew that Geoff was seeing a counsellor to help him deal with the stress and pressures that came with hiding his sexual orientation from everyone. Almost everyone. We talked frequently—maybe more than I talked with Doug, Carl, or Lionel. Sora, Rose, and Samantha were all on the inside now and were willing to cover with Geoff.
“Not my shrink, dummy! My physical therapist!” Josh actually laughed. Getting out and playing like this had really changed him in the couple hours we’d been together. “She stretches my muscles, gives me a ton of exercises to do, and massages the scar tissue every week. I’ve thought about that as a career. Maybe.”
“Ooh! Hot, sweaty boys!” Jennifer laughed as we came into the house.
“Do we like that?” Samantha asked. “They kind of smell.”
“There’s a stack of clean towels at each shower,” Courtney said. “Get in and get out. By the time you’re done the steaks will be on the grill.”
“You guys are cooking?” I said.
“No. We girls are cooking. Humor us. It’s not often that we get two-to-one treatment from the guys in our clan!”
Well, I wasn’t sure that having two of us guys for every girl was really a benefit for the girls. It seemed like it was just twice as much work for them. But we had great fun and a nice picnic.
“I think the girls finally got it right,” Anna said as she sat with Mom and Dad. “Maybe we should talk to Hayden about having his friends over.”
“Do you really think that even with two of us we could handle another one like our man?” Mom asked. Dad blushed.
“That would be wasteful, wouldn’t it?” Anna giggled. All the guys blushed. The girls just kept throwing steaks on our plates.
My Friday cooking demonstration with Brenda was another good time with great results. We made tater-twisters.
Miss Polly: You’ve got the deep fat fryer out today, Brian. What fair food are we making today?
Me: We’re doing a variety of deep fried potatoes today, Miss Polly. We have three different cuts of potatoes that we’ll be frying.
Miss P: These look complicated. How did you cut these?
Me: Brenda and I took a trip to the Kitchen Window this week and bought three little gadgets. The first is a French Fry Cutter. A lot of people peel their potatoes before they make French fries, but you’ll find that the majority of fair vendors just scrub the potato and slice it.
Miss P: What kind of potatoes are we using?
Brenda: Almost any potato will work, but for big long French fries, we’re using Idaho Russet potatoes.
Miss P: And now that you have it in strips, what are you doing?
Brenda: Water and hot oil don’t mix well, so we blot the potatoes on a clean dry towel before Brian puts them into the oil.
We had fun. We showed the gadgets. We made French fries, curly fries, and twisters. Twisters are like a continuously cut potato chip that can be a mile long with a big potato. The gadget we used to cut them was just a blade with a screw on it that wound down into the potato as it made a continual spiral slice. When we were done, we cleaned up. Brenda waited patiently for an hour after lunch as Harvey and Miss Polly and I discussed our plans for the fair. Harvey had come up with the brilliant idea of having me go out and interview a food vendor each day at the fair and then we could show the difference between the recipes I’d given for home fair food and what we actually got from the vendors.
When Brenda and I got home, the girls were still out on the horses, as usual. All three horses would be shown in Western Pleasure and Western Horsemanship at the fair. Mom and Dad were at work. Even Anna had picked up a part-time summer job at the local garden center. The girls were all working lunch shifts at The White Spot and then coming home to ride.
Brenda and I headed straight for the bedroom.
“I love you, Brian. I love Carl and Louise just as much as ever, but you do something to complete my love life. Maybe my fantasy.”
“I love you, too, Brenda. Tell me about your fantasy.”
“That you are my enchanted prince and while I love my family, I serve you with my body and heart as well. And you are so generous to us that you bring us pleasure beyond measure.”
“You know I’m not really an enchanted prince. Right?” Liz told me the story that Jessica used to convince the girls to be my protector back in fifth grade.
“We still play that you are. It’s my opportunity to get royally fucked!”
“How about being royally made love to?” I asked. I had Brenda naked and she was pushing my underwear down. She smashed her big tits against my chest and hungrily kissed me.
“See, that’s what I mean about you bringing us pleasure beyond measure. You care about me. You make love to me. Sometimes we get a little frantic about getting Tab A into Slot B, but even that is okay. Whether we’re with Carl and Louise or just the two of us, you show how much you care. Louise even said that she was relieved that you were able to touch her while we made love. And don’t try to tell me it wasn’t an inspiration to you to watch Carl’s cock slide into her. I felt the difference in my pussy.”
“That was really hot,” I admitted. “It’s cool that we can both make love to you and not be worried about being together.”
“Can you do that with Carl?”
“Um… I liked watching him fuck Louise, but it wasn’t Carl that turned me on. Are you telling me he’s gay-curious?”
“Oh hell, no! He liked watching you pumping into me, too, but he doesn’t want anywhere near your cock. That’s a bit of a problem.”
“For who? We feel the same way.”
“My fantasy,” Brenda sighed.
“You want Carl and me to be together?”
“Um… not with each other. I kinda want you both with me at the same time.” My cock twitched. I guess that was an answer. “With Louise.” That was more than a twitch. “I want… I think the term is… airtight. You and Carl with your cocks in my pussy and ass and Louise with her pussy in my mouth.” This time it was a flood from Brenda that let me know she was serious. We stopped talking and as we kissed I plunged into her pussy. I reached around her bubble butt and slid a finger into her ass. Brenda screamed. I think I did, too.
It was just my girls with me Saturday afternoon. Mom and Dad went to Kokomo with Anna to take care of some household maintenance. They said they’d see me Sunday afternoon and Dad warned me not to let the fire get out of hand. We surveyed the fire pit together and he showed me his favorite ‘log cabin’ lay of the wood. We made a couple fire starters by pouring melted paraffin in a cup of sawdust. It would burn a lot longer than paper or even kindling. After the fire was started and going well, I could add larger and longer wood around the cabin.
I set the table for my guests. I would have Samantha, Jennifer, Courtney, Rose, Liz, Sora, Nikki, and Cassie at dinner tonight. Elaine was in New Jersey. Whitney was at UConn. Sarah and Hannah were in Evansville and one of them still refused to talk to any of us. Sarah tried to reassure us, but she sounded worried. I wanted a special meal that was elegant, but not too difficult to make or clean up. Before full nightfall, we would move outside and light the fire. Sam, Jennifer, and Courtney were giving me space as I prepared and I understood that all the girls in our clan were having a big meeting on Rose’s pontoon boat. My girls—Liz was right; we needed some words—were scheduled to arrive at six-thirty. Nine of us at the table. I used the china and silver. I wasn’t sure what would happen when I had to serve dinner to all twelve of my ladies. I wouldn’t be able to eat with them since we only had twelve place settings.
I looked critically at the setup and then went around and removed all the china. I’d leave the silver since it could go in the dishwasher, but there wouldn’t be crystal and china. I got out paper plates and plastic glasses. Easy cleanup, remember?
I started the risotto cooking a good while before I expected my guests. If you cook this slowly enough, the Arborio rice thickens and the constant adding of stock and stirring the wild mushrooms into it fills the house with an incredible aroma. I was also poaching chicken breasts in lemon pepper with crisp vegetables wrapped in parchment. I got that in the oven nearly an hour before the girls arrived. Once we were all seated and served, I lifted my water glass and they joined me. None of us were interested in drinking anything more substantial than the sparkling water.
“Here is to my incredible family. I love you,” I said. The girls all said some variation of ‘I love you’ and we settled in to eat with many exclamations of joy. Adding two slices of caprese salad to each plate made it a very colorful meal.
“Family,” Rose said. She smiled at me as though that one word would mean something more to me than what I’d said. I considered each of these ladies as my family. “That’s what the girlfriends all met about this afternoon. We want you to know, by the way, that after having been invited numerous times in the past, Lamar has agreed to sign our pledge.”
“That sounds a little after the fact. What does he gain by becoming a member now that he’s going to be a junior in college?”
“Well, that’s part of what our discussion was about this afternoon,” Rose continued. “The agreement isn’t really about dating each other anymore. We want to rewrite it to make us a family.”
“Specifically, a clan of households,” Jennifer added. “We need to describe how we relate to each other.”
“Liz and I were talking about that the other day,” I said.
“It has been so hard to just be girlfriends and boyfriends now that there are obviously differences in the level of… well, commitment or intimacy,” Rose said. “We needed to develop a language that we could use to say who we are.”
“I still like husband,” Sam said dreamily. “Yes, I know. We went over that. We did a lot of work today, Brian.”
“We’ve decided to call each household a casa,” Sora said. “I lobbied hard for a German phrase, but des haushalts didn’t pass the ‘romantic test.’ We chose mostly Spanish terms but there were a couple that we just went with English for.”
“Hey. There’s a reason they call Spanish a romance language,” Courtney quipped.
“So, everybody in the clan are like cousins,” I said nodding. “But everybody in a casa?”
“We here at the table are members of the same casa,” Sam supplied. “Also, Elaine and Whitney. We think—we hope that our casa includes Sarah and Hannah, but it may take a while to get them back with us. We aren’t giving up hope.”
“And distinct from just being cousins, those of us within a casa are hearthmates,” Courtney added. “It gives me such a warm feeling to look around this table and see my hearthmates.” Wow! That really hit me. I was a little choked up. I looked at Nikki and Cassie on my left.
“Are you two okay with this? The term feels like it implies a lot. We aren’t going to adopt anything that puts pressure on anyone. It’s not like we all have to live together and sleep together,” I said.
“You could put Sarah and Hannah in the same classification as the two of us,” Cassie said. “We’re included, but we’re not necessarily committed. We’re hearthmates but not ‘mates.’ We’re just girlfriends.”
“Oh.”
“Girlfriends or boyfriends. Courtney? There was another word for that, wasn’t there?” Rose asked.
“Compañera,” Courtney answered. “Like companions.”
“And we all believe that the best way to celebrate the creation of our casa is in front of a hearth—or better yet, a bonfire. Think up some clever words to say tonight, Brian. Our fire is going to create our casa,” Rose concluded.
“Oh!” Courtney said. She seemed to be our Spanish expert. “That would be a perfect name for our casa. La Casa del Fuego. The house of fire.”
Our fire was beautiful. It was a warm night in July without a cloud in the sky. Our fire pit is located behind the house and there really isn’t any direct view of it from any neighbor or from the road. I’d told Gramps, Mr. Barnes, and the Eberharts that we’d have a fire tonight so they didn’t become alarmed and call the fire department. Those were our nearest neighbors and most likely to see the glow. We got the fire lit about 8:30 and then horsed around making s’mores with Jennifer and Courtney’s favorite recipe: marshmallows and Thin Mints. I never got a chance to roast a marshmallow, but it seems like I ate a lot of them.
Rose brought a boom box and put her own tape of favorites on it. We didn’t have it turned up very loud because there were only nine of us and we were staying pretty close together. I had a can of bug-spray and we lit citronella candles all around our little space. We had a bunch of blankets on the ground and as it began to really get dark, we got up and danced to some of the songs. Rose danced close to me and whispered.
“Tell us, Brian. Tell us what it means to be Casa del Fuego. Tell us what it means to be hearthmates.” I nodded and the girls all gathered around on a couple blankets as and we were about as close together as we could get.
“I love you,” I started, but silenced them when they started to respond. “I love you all. And I love each one of you. Whether we are lovers or we plan to be lovers or we haven’t decided what we’ll be, I still love you. I love our cousins in our clan and there is something building between some of us that we don’t quite understand yet. But there is something special about being hearthmates that makes my heart jump. I felt it tonight when you told me the word. I’ve always tried to avoid comparisons like more or less or better or worse or anything like that. My love for each of you is unique and we have added a dimension to it tonight that is… It’s like not only giving you my heart but giving you my soul. I look at each one of you. I hold the image of Whitney, Elaine, Sarah, and Hannah fresh in my mind. And I think, these are my hearthmates. Elaine helped me find words when we were together at Christmas in Indianapolis. I’ve never used them with anyone else, but now I know exactly what she meant and exactly how I feel. Casa del Fuego—my hearthmates—I give you my solemn pledge… my promise… We might not become or might not always be lovers. But I will always love you.”
A nice slow song came on Rose’s tape player and the next thing I knew Jennifer and Courtney were pressed up against me. Naked.
“Dance with us, lover,” Courtney said. “And get rid of those clothes.”
“Courtesan, some of the girls might not want to have us all getting naked.”
“We wouldn’t be naked in front of you if we hadn’t voted unanimously that it was okay,” Jen said. “You are the only holdout. Now are you going to dance naked with your intendeds or are we all just going to dance naked together and ignore you?”
“Novia,” Courtney said as I stripped off my clothes with their help. “That’s like Spanish for fiancée. We haven’t committed everything yet. But the time is coming.”
“And we will be, too,” Jen laughed. “I know it’s going to be crazy that week, Brian, but we were thinking that if we all stayed in the camper at the fair maybe you could make us truly yours. Your…”
“Cónyuge,” Courtney supplied. “It means something like ‘spouse’ or ‘conjugal partner.’ It means we’re with you intimately for the long haul.”
“Wow!” That was about all my mouth could get out around the two tongues that pushed to touch mine. I loved these girls. They were rubbing their bodies against mine in such a way as to make sure I was standing proud when the song ended and they moved to dance with our other hearthmates.
It was quickly apparent that I was going to get some intimate time with each of my hearthmates for at least a song as we danced. It seemed that everything on Rose’s tape was something that encouraged us to hold each other while we danced. Jen and Court slipped away and Sora came immediately into my arms. Man! She had been such a surprise. Even after Geoff came out to me and Sora said she wanted to be with me, I thought it was going to be just a fling. But she was part of the casa now and a hearthmate. Was she cónyuge? We hadn’t said anything about long-term plans and I didn’t understand the terms the girls were using yet.
“Brian, I know we haven’t really built the kind of relationship you have with most of the girls. I really like having sex with you but neither of us made a commitment to be with each other long-term. Would you like me to be with you like that for a… long time?”
“I was trying to figure out how that worked, Sora. Everything is so new. I’ll still make the same pledge to you—in fact I don’t think I could not make the pledge. Whether or not we are always lovers, I will always love you.”
“I’ll talk to the other girls. Maybe I can still be considered a novia or just a girlfriend, even though we make love. That would give us time to really get to know each other and decide if we want that kind of long term commitment. Is that okay?”
“I have absolutely nothing against making love to my fiancée before the wedding,” I laughed. “Nothing at all.” That got me thinking, though. We were talking about long-term commitments to each other. One that included being hearthmates and having sex. Isn’t that what a marriage is? Sora gave me a deep kiss as the song ended and when she stepped away, Cassie was in front of me.
Naked.
She didn’t move immediately into my arms and that gave me a chance to look at her. My God! She’d done some filling out this spring and summer. Her breasts were full—not huge, but nice and round with hard little nipples that were pointing right at me. She’d always had skinny schoolgirl legs, but I could see that her butt, thighs, and calves had filled out as well. What a knock-out.
“Brian, I give you explicit permission to touch me in any way as we dance except to put your hand or… any other appendage between my legs. Will you dance with me as your compañera?”
“Wow, Cassie. I mean, yes. How did I miss how much you’ve changed this year? And what is compañera?”
“You mean that I’m wearing a B-cup bra now? Well, if I was wearing one,” she giggled as she pressed them into my chest. We shifted a bit to make sure my cock was sandwiched between us and not between her legs. “Compañera is a girlfriend. Just like I’ve always been. You haven’t asked me to marry you, so I’m not your novia. We haven’t made a long-term intimate commitment, so I’m not cónyuge. I’m just a girlfriend.”
“Yeah. But. Cass, whatever inspired you to get naked?”
“There are all kinds of nudists in the world and it doesn’t imply sexual conduct,” she answered.
“Oh.”
“That’s what I keep telling myself, knowing all along that I want to hold you naked in my arms and rub my pussy against your cock. Kiss me, Brian. With intent. Touch me like you want me to be your lover.”
I did. I kissed Cassie with all my heart while one hand caressed her tits and the other squeezed her bare ass. Five years ago. Damn! I’d kissed her with a little tongue and she ran away from me. She sure wasn’t running now. She looked up into my eyes while she continued to thrust against me. She was tall enough that I could feel her pussy slicking the base of my cock as she rubbed against me. We kept swaying to the music, but we weren’t paying any attention to the beat.
“It’s all changing, Brian. I don’t know if I’ll ever be closer to you than I am right now. I’m not following you to IU. I told you, Dad insists that I go to Bethel. I’m so free with my hearthmates and I know I’m signing up for four more years of servitude. The thing is, it doesn’t seem so bad any more. I know that I’m a member of our casa. I know that I want to feel the things that I’m feeling as I rub my clit against your cock. I know what I’m doing. I love it. But I also still believe. I can’t throw away my religion. That might keep us apart. But right now. If you kiss me again. I think I’m going to come.”
I kissed Cassie and she practically climbed up on me on her tiptoes and slid all the way down to the base of my cock and whined deliciously into my mouth as I strummed her nipples and petted her bare bottom. I was close myself, but Cassie pushed away as her orgasm subsided.
“Even if we don’t become lovers, Brian, I will still always love you.”
We danced. I had intimate moments with each of my hearthmates. We exchanged endearments. Sam said she knew what she wanted now and we’d talk. That was good. Girls were beginning to gather up the blankets to go inside when I found Rose once again in my arms. I bent to kiss her and found her passion at a new height. As I straightened, she jumped and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I grabbed her butt to hold her so neither of us would fall over.
“I love you, Brian,” she said as I held her up. “I love you with all my heart and soul. I’ve wanted you for so long, I don’t remember a time when you didn’t fill my longings. Do you love me, Brian?”
“Yes, Rose. I love you.”
“Do you want me?”
“You know how much I want you.”
“Then take me now, lover. Make me your cónyuge. Take me here in front of the flames. I will be the fire in your hearth and you will be my one true love.”
“In front of everyone, dear?”
“They’ve all gone in. The fire is ours.” I turned and just one blanket was left spread on the ground in front of the fire. Beside it was Rose’s boom box, our clothes, and a couple bottles of water. Everyone else was gone. I lifted Rose slightly and she reached between us to position my cock at her pussy. “Take me slowly, lover. I want to feel every bit of you entering me. I’m so close. Please love me.”
We kissed again as I slowly lowered Rose onto my cock. I understood my conversation with Whitney now. There were no condoms available even if we’d been inclined to use one. And the more I felt of Rose as she descended on me the more thankful I was that nothing was between us. It was so intense that I sank to my knees on the blanket. We were joined. We were one. It was nothing at all like any of my silly stories. Rose settled onto me and our lips sought out the essence of each other’s spirit. We didn’t bounce or thrust. But as we kissed, I felt my cock erupt and Rose began to cry out her orgasm. It was so intense that I was afraid I’d fall and crush her, so I lay her back on the blanket and she held me to her. I still hadn’t moved in and out but we’d both come so hard we could scarcely breathe. Yet Rose held me to her.
“I knew,” she whispered. “I knew it would be better than we ever imagined. Make love to me, darling. Make love to me all night long.”
I might not have made all night, but our blanket was damp with dew by the time we went in the house and curled up with each other in my bed. All my other girlfriends were spread out on the floor and at least pretended not to notice us as we made love again.
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