The Rock
5 Vengeance is Mine
WHEN I GOT HOME Friday afternoon it was quiet. Too quiet.
I’d had a great afternoon wrapping things up at the studio and Polly and I had a good hug and forgave each other. I guess I can work with her but I can’t work for her. But it was strange not to have anyone around when I got home from work. It hadn’t been unusual for Jen, Court, and Sam to all be out on the horses in the afternoon before the fair, but with Jen in a cast from her ankle to her hip, that wasn’t likely. And Anna had been around most afternoons. Of course, Mom and Dad weren’t home from work yet but not having anyone around really was strange. I was still kind of high from my day at work and wanted to share it with someone. There was a brown envelope with my name on it and I figured that I’d just go upstairs and spend a little time with Heaven. I hung up my keys and kicked my shoes off in the mudroom, then went to my room. I was tearing open the package I knew would have pictures of her as I headed to my desk.
“If you’d rather spend time with Heaven than with me, I understand. I’ll leave.” The voice brought me straight to attention. Whitney was sprawled naked on my bed heaving a big sigh. I dropped the package on my desk and really sprang to attention.
“Whitney! You’re home. Oh, God! You’re home!” I had her wrapped in my arms and we were kissing like we’d never been apart. “I love you. I’ve missed you so much.” I kept blathering between kisses until she finally put her finger to my lips.
“How could you possibly miss me with all the excitement you keep creating around here?”
“I haven’t created any excitement!”
“Brian, love, you are excitement.”
“Whitney, my darling, so are you.” We kissed and she started working my clothes off. It wasn’t difficult. I had to break the kiss long enough to get my T-shirt off. I don’t normally wear an undershirt but was told that for television I had to. Before the next kiss ended, we were both naked and embracing each other. It was so wonderful to have my naked body pressed against Whitney’s. I started working my way low enough so I could feel Whitney’s wet pussy against my swollen cock.
“Condom,” she whispered.
“But we never…”
“You are bareback with Rose now. Only one girlfriend at a time. It’s an unwritten rule.” Hell! I knew that! But still…
“You mean I won’t feel you skin-to-skin again?” I pled.
“No, I don’t mean that. But for right now, it’s a way that we all feel safe. You and I agreed that while we were together you’d be covered with everyone else. We transferred that right to Rose. Sometime… later… when we are all comfortable and know exactly who we are sharing our fluids with, we’ll change the rule. But for now, love, please put a condom on so you can be inside me. I want you so much. I’ve been dying all summer.”
I complied and the truth is it wasn’t a problem. I was still in Whitney. My first lover. I moved into her and she flipped me onto my back like I was a featherweight. Whitney—tall, toned, and elegant—was riding me with her head thrown back in ecstasy. I palmed her tiny titties in my hands and thumbed her nipples the way I’d learned drove her wild. In this position, that wildness came crashing down on my cock over and over until we were both screaming out in ecstasy. Whitney leaned forward, not collapsing on me, but leaning enough that I could tongue her little nipples. I never got soft and we never bothered to change condoms before I filled it again. Come was pressed down into the rubber along my cock and began leaking out around my nuts. Whitney rolled off of me and we kept kissing.
“That’s just the first time, cónyuge,” she whispered in my ear. “I’m staying the night. And you know what that means?”
“We’ll make love again in the morning?” I laughed.
“Yeah. And then I’m taking you out back and beating the shit out of you.”
“What?”
“You haven’t been practicing this summer. No combat. I don’t want you to lose your edge.”
“But I…”
“Brian, I love you. I never want you unprepared.” If only she knew.
“Broasted chicken!” Anna called from downstairs as Whitney and I emerged from the shower.
“Should we go down and eat or go back to bed,” I asked my lover.
“If we go back to bed, they’ll just bring it up here. T-shirt?” she asked. I went to my drawers and pulled out a new addition to my wardrobe—a white wife beater that was even a little tight on me. I tossed it to her.
“Your dad’s going to love this,” she laughed as she pulled it on. Whitney has small tits but the shirt was smaller. She pulled on a pair of short-shorts that were hardly bigger than underwear. There was a good three-inch gap between the shirt and the shorts. I scrambled into my own shorts and T-shirt and we went downstairs bare-footed.
“Ho-lee shee-it!” Mom exclaimed when we entered the kitchen. I wondered where she learned that phrase. “Eat up, kids. The grown-ups have to… talk.” She grabbed Anna by one hand and Dad by the other. He dropped his chicken bone onto his plate and rushed after his women.
“That didn’t take much,” Jennifer laughed from her wheelchair.
“Hey, hearthmate!” Whitney said as she hugged Jennifer. “Was that an insult to my tits?”
“Oh no, girlfriend! You look fantastic. Welcome home.” Whitney progressed to hug Courtney and then Samantha.
“Would one of you mind licking me unconscious tonight?” Sam said to Jen and Court. “I don’t think I can handle knowing what the two of them will be doing the rest of the night.”
“My mouth’s available but you’ll have to do the work,” Jen laughed.
“Believe me, Sam, all you have to do is get it in range and she does the work,” Courtney added. We all laughed and dug into the basket of chicken and potatoes. Sometimes you just don’t want to think about what you’re eating.
“Where were you guys today?” I asked.
“Anna took us to get our final class assignments at IUSB,” Courtney said. “We even got to meet our professors when they took us on a tour. I think we have the same English Comp professor you had last year.”
“It was really fun. They said I wouldn’t have a problem if I needed to miss a class for therapy or if it was too painful as long as Court was keeping me up-to-date on everything. We figured out the whole schedule and everything. Our classes are in the afternoon, so Mom will take us and pick you up at PHS so you can leave St. Joe Valley with Whitney at noon,” Jennifer said. “But I sure hope someone is going to lick me tonight, too,” she whined.
“I’m not putting my face in a girl’s pussy,” Whitney sighed. “But, Brian, if you get any of her on your face I’ll lick it off.”
Well, our dinner was pretty short-lived, too.
She didn’t have to tell me to be a rock as she spun on her left foot and rammed her right into my gut. I sank into the ground, became one with it. I was a rock.
“Ow!” Whitney yelled in surprise. I came back with a flurry of punches and a roundhouse kick of my own that she blocked and then pressed her advantage. We knew that we were sparring and this wasn’t a fight to disable our opponent but it was full contact anyway. I hate to admit it, but it felt good. I was tempted to receive punches without defending myself just to hear her yell when she made contact. I didn’t, though. I still bruised.
“Peace!” I called when we had fallen back at last. We’d had a vigorous contest for nearly an hour and were both exhausted.
“Peace,” she responded. I was still wary as we approached each other but we embraced and kissed like lovers, not combatants. “I love you, Brian. I was obviously misinformed.”
“Come look at the post,” I said. We walked to the barn and I showed her the post in the middle that she’d told me to work on. It looked like someone had beaten it with a hammer. She looked at my hands and saw that even though they were smooth now they were hardened the way hers were.
“They didn’t tell me you’d practiced.”
“They didn’t know. I worked while they were out riding.”
“I’m proud of you, Brian. But that doesn’t mean we’re letting up this fall. You can never stop.”
In stark contrast to the way we’d been working for the past hour, we held hands as we walked to the house, went upstairs, and showered together. There was a fair amount of squealing and moaning from the shower, though.
“Brian, can we talk?” Ordinarily I’d cringe if that came from a girlfriend, but it was Josh catching up with me after third period. I had twenty minutes to eat with our table and then I had to catch a ride with Whitney to PHS so Anna could pick me up for my first college class of the year.
“This might not be the greatest time if you’ve got something on your mind, Josh. I have to leave with Whitney to make it to class at IUSB. Are you available after school? I’ll be home about four.”
“Yeah. That works better, actually. I don’t want to rush through this. Thanks, cousin.” The terminology had spread through our whole clan. Everyone in the clan was a cousin. Those within a casa were hearthmates. Kids who heard us talking in the halls or at our table just thought we were that weird bunch of seniors.
Wow! Seniors!
“We’re going to paint cords this weekend,” Brenda said. “Where shall we meet? Brian’s?”
“You’re all welcome to meet there, but I’m taking Elaine back to Indy on Saturday. But don’t let that stop you. Jennifer and Courtney live there, too.”
“If we’re lucky, our whole casa will live there by the end of the year,” Samantha laughed. “Brian, are your parents prepared for housing your entire family?”
“At the moment, all we have to do is make a PDA and they run to the bedroom. I honestly think my parents are having more sex than any of us!” We all laughed.
“Did you buy cords?” Liz asked.
“No. But I’ll pick them up at Robertson’s tomorrow afternoon. I don’t know when I’m going to get them painted, though.” Our school kept the time-honored tradition of senior cords. All seniors bought gold or yellow corduroy pants and painted them with school spirit. I sort of dreaded the tradition as I was going to have to strip out of them on Fridays—Senior Cords Day—on the way to class and put on something more collegiate. But I’d participate.
“I want to paint your cords,” Nikki said. Oh boy. I could have death and daggers all over them. Oh well. So what?
“Can I trust you with them? Will I be embarrassed to wear them?” I asked.
“Brian! How can you think such a thing? I’ll have Liz supervise.”
“And help!” Liz added. I was definitely going to be embarrassed. Whitney plucked at my shoulder and we took off.
Being seniors was just like any other year in high school. Not. I was taking three classes in the morning at St. Joe Valley and two in the afternoon at IUSB. None of them was easy. The only good thing about my senior English Lit class was that Nikki, Rose, Josh, Brenda, and Cassie were all in it. I cringed, though, when Ms. Hammer started the class with the question, “Why do we write?” I’d heard Nikki answer the same question in our junior English comp class. “Besides to keep the fucking creepy things away,” Ms. Hammer finished. Did she just say that? A teacher?
In some ways, I think I found out more about the subject in that hour than I had during the whole year of English comp.
Then I had my AP Calculus class. Brenda was in the class. She was good in math, but she wasn’t taking the course for AP credit. Basically, we took the same class all year but I got twice as much homework. I never could figure out this AP stuff. I’d have to pass a college level calculus exam at the end of the year and if I passed, I’d get college credit for it. I needed it.
Finally, the only class I felt confident that I could ace was a new one team-taught by Coach Nolan and Ms. Sullivan called Advanced Life Science, Foods. I wasn’t sure how that was going to work, but it should be interesting.
When I left in the afternoon, Anna and the girls picked me up at PHS and drove on over to IUSB. We had different classes, but the same schedule. I had Mathematical Modeling first and then Principles of Chemistry and Biochemistry. There was nothing easy about my class schedule.
Anna picked us up at three-thirty and I was home by four. I was surprised to find not only Josh, but Cassie waiting for me.
“This is a beautiful walk. I can see why you love it,” Josh said. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to Cassie. Something was going on and it gave me shivers up my spine. We wanted privacy, so we’d chosen to go for a walk in the woods.
“What’s up, Josh?” I asked.
“None of us know how to do this exactly,” he said. “And we’re friends. Nobody wants to hurt anyone. But this casa-stuff has added a layer of complexity to our clan that we don’t know how to handle. I’m just going to be blunt and blurt it out. Brian, I’d like to date Cassie. That’s why she’s with us. We talked, but we both agreed that we’d never do anything together unless you knew and were okay with it. So, I guess that since Cassie is part of your casa that I need to ask your permission to date her.”
Well, there it was. The shivers up my spine raised the hair on the back of my neck. I always knew that we weren’t all going to stay together the way we were right now, but I didn’t expect it on the first fucking day of school. Shit!
“Cassie? Do you want to go out with Josh?” I asked. She nodded. “I think that’s the only answer you needed, Josh. Thank you both for telling me. I mean that sincerely.” I turned to walk back.
“Wait, Brian!” Cassie rushed to me and grabbed me in a hug. “Please don’t cut us off. I swore I’d never hurt you again. If this hurts you, I will not go out with Josh.”
“God, Cassie! Of course it hurts. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it. Listen… and Josh, get over here with us. You need to hear this, too. I know. I’ve always known that there were insurmountable obstacles to you and me ever getting together on a permanent or intimate basis, Cassie. Every time we even hold hands, it’s still a surprise to me. That being said, I love you. It’s not the same as getting married I love you, but it’s a lot more than love your neighbor I love you. When our emotions are involved, getting hurt is just something that’s going to happen. But getting hurt doesn’t mean that I don’t love you. In fact, I guess it means that I do. And this kind of getting hurt—when it means that you might be happier as a result—is a lot different than the kind of getting hurt when you were just running away from me. You aren’t doing that, are you, Cassie? Just trying to get away from me?”
“No, Brian. I know that we have a love for each other. But Josh and I have started to feel something, too.”
“Josh, all I can ask of you is that you respect Cassie and her faith and her desires. Can you do that?” He laughed. He actually laughed.
“Man! That’s where we should have started!” Josh said. I really hadn’t seen him laugh much since Denise died. “Brian, after Denise… died, Cassie’s dad was really kind to me. More than kind. He helped me. I’ve been going to Cassie’s church all summer. That’s really when we started to notice each other. But neither of us ever did anything other than talk about how I was healing. Brian, I found Jesus this summer. Or He found me. He saved my life. Literally. I was ready to kill myself. What right did I have to be alive when Denise was dead? I’ve committed myself to God. Maybe I’ve been called to become a minister. Maybe that was God’s purpose when He took Denise.”
I was shocked when Josh started. I hadn’t realized how close he’d been to suicide. I was relieved in a way when he said he’d found comfort in Jesus and that he was called to be a minister. What a great match for Cassie! But when he said that last, I didn’t even think. I slugged him in the chin so hard that Josh was suddenly looking up at me from the ground and Cassie screamed. I sat on Josh ready to beat him to a pulp if he uttered another word, my anger was almost out of control.
“You listen to me, Josh. I’m glad that you’ve found peace. I’m glad you’ve found a calling. I’m glad you and Cassie like each other and want to find out if there’s more than that. But don’t you ever tell me that God had a purpose in taking Denise. God didn’t take her. Lester Hawkins raped and murdered her and masturbated on her grave. Maybe God had a purpose in sparing you. That’s good but if you want to say God let Lester Hawkins rape and murder Denise Raymond so you’d become a minister, then never let me see your face again. That’s not a god worth serving.”
“He’s dead, Brian,” Josh said. He didn’t even attempt to push me away. “Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.”
“‘Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.’ Romans 12:19,” I corrected Josh. “If it’s true, then he’s pretty poor at it. Lester Hawkins was unconscious when he choked to death and the police said that he had enough drugs in his blood that he was dying anyway. He should have known—been aware—that he was dying the way he’d killed her—choking on his own dick.”
“Brian, please stop,” Cassie said. “Please don’t beat us up.” Us? Shit. I was attacking Cassie with my words as much as Josh. I got off him and helped him to sit up. His lip was bleeding and I offered him a handkerchief.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I just sat there with my head in my hands. I felt Cassie’s arms around me first and then Josh’s. “I’m sorry.” At least I wasn’t throwing up this time, but I’d just attacked two of my best friends. All I could do was say I was sorry.
“My compañera,” Cassie said. “We know how much you loved her. We know because we see it in the way you love each of us. Every member of our clan, not just our casa. We… feel the intensity of your care for us. We understand.”
“You have to know, though, Brian, that we feel the same way about you,” Josh said. “Denise loved you, too. She wanted to be a one and only and knew that would never be the case with you. She gave herself to me and loved me intensely, but she never stopped loving you.”
“And neither will I,” Cassie said. “You’ve said it yourself, Brian, and you need to hear it from me. We may not be lovers, but I will always love you.”
“I’m sorry I reacted so violently. Josh, I know you didn’t mean disrespect for her. I’m sorry I hit you. If you want to repay me, I’ll stand and take it.”
“An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth?” he laughed. “‘… but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.’ I know I left some out. You don’t have to correct me. You’ve got a hell of a punch, cousin.”
“I pulled it,” I said half to myself.
“Don’t let the anger consume you, Brian,” Cassie said. “We created a lot more with the agreement than any of us intended. We are here to be with you.”
“Mr. Clinton told me once that you promised to never encourage Cassie to do something against her will or against her religion,” Josh said. “I want you to know that I’ll make the same promise. Not only to her, but to you. I’ve found peace through faith. But I will never try to convince you. That doesn’t mean I won’t pray for you. I’d just like you to continue to be my friend.”
I slept alone that night. Yeah, I cried. I cried for Denise and for what I’d done and become. I finally managed to let it go. Mostly. I’d carried the anger with me even after Hawk was dead. I recognized that it came out where I didn’t expect it to. When I fucked Sora. When I yelled at Miss Polly. When I hit Josh. It wasn’t just a matter of learning to control it. I had to let it go.
And then I wept for Cassie. I wept for the possibilities that I knew would never be. We knew back in junior high that we weren’t destined to be together, but it didn’t lessen the attraction or how much it hurt to lose her. But I had to be happy for her, too. Josh was perfect for her. He embraced her religion. He’d care for her and she’d support him. How could I not be happy for my two friends? Maybe they’d never been out together, but I could see in their eyes that they’d already made a connection. I wondered if Cassie already knew that at the bonfire when she rubbed against me and then told me everything was changing. That was always going to be a memory for both of us. An intimacy that I knew for sure she would only ever again share with her husband. Maybe, if we all held together and supported each other, that husband would one day be Josh.
Wednesday. What a wonderful day. I got home to the smells of cooking. You know, all you have to do to whet people’s appetite is start sautéeing onions and garlic. My mouth started watering as I pushed Jennifer up our new ramp and into the house with Anna and Courtney behind me.
“‘Break a leg’ means you are supposed to give a stellar performance, girlfriend. It doesn’t mean to actually break a leg.”
“Elaine!” we all screamed at once. My little redhead girlfriend was home. She grinned and flew into my arms. Court and Jen held back a little, but as soon as I’d had a good mouthful of Elaine, she rushed to the other two girls and greeted them just as warmly.
“I so wish I’d figured out this strategy before I left for Indy. Living with our man and still going to school. You two are brilliant!” Elaine beamed.
“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Jen said. “Please don’t make it any worse than it is. He’s already going to spank me for falling off my horse.”
“Spank?” Elaine said. “I’m not interested in one myself, but I wouldn’t mind watching that. Do you like it?”
“No! And, it’s just one swat, but he won’t just do it and get it over with. He says I have to heal first and then sometime when he thinks it’s the right time he’s going to… and I’m going to… Mmm. Mmm.” Between Elaine’s kiss and Jen thinking about the distant swat to her bare bottom, she’d already reached the edge. “I need to go change clothes. Court, help me. Please?” Court grinned wickedly at me as she pushed Jen to the bedroom.
“Whoa! That was intense. She really likes the idea of you spanking her, doesn’t she?” Elaine said as she turned to stir the onions and add peppers and Italian sausage.
“No. She really hates it. But she gets so excited anticipating it that she can’t contain herself.”
“Anticipating a swat?”
“No. Anticipating having to undress in front of me, undress me and lie across my naked lap to wait for it. I think this is the third time since I told her I’d give her a swat that she’s had to have Court go help her change clothes.” We heard a muffled squeal from the bedroom and both Elaine and I burst out laughing. I turned to fill the pasta pan with water and saw Anna sitting at the table with her head in her hands. “Anna? Are you all right?”
“I should have left before I heard any of that!” she moaned. “It explains so much.” Anna was flushed.
“Anna? It really was naughty of you to stay and listen to our private conversation about your daughter,” I said teasingly. “Should I mention to Dad that you were naughty and tell him how I deal with it?” Anna gasped and flushed even brighter red.
“Don’t… Don’t… uh… Don’t tell Marilyn,” Anna gasped. She was breathing heavily and fidgeting in her chair. “I’d better… uh… check on the girls. Or something.” She jumped up from the table and rushed down the hall. She didn’t stop at the girls’ room.
“My, oh my! Did you catch that?” Elaine said. “She didn’t tell you not to tell your dad. She was as excited as Jennifer was.”
“There is no way I’m going to talk to my dad about this! He can figure this one out on his own. He seems to be doing fine without my help,” I laughed. “That would just be too weird.”
“It might take their minds off me sleeping with you for the rest of the week.”
“Really? I mean you really plan to stay with me all week?”
“May I, Brian? Tonight and tomorrow night, everyone is welcome. In fact, I’m making enough pasta to serve an army. Call all our hearthmates and have them over. Friday night, though… a bonfire and afterward I have you all to myself for the weekend.”
“Elaine, are we really going to be lovers like that? Will you be my cónyuge?”
“Yes, my love. Right now, I declare myself to be your novia and Friday night I will become your cónyuge. Then we are going to Indianapolis on Saturday for our honeymoon.” I kissed her. And kissed her again.
“I love you, Elaine.”
“I love you, Brian. Now you need to start making the pasta.”
“Already? I haven’t even called anyone.”
“Not boiling the pasta. Making it.”
“I’ve never made homemade pasta.”
“Well, clear your breadboard, honey. There’s semolina flour, salt, olive oil, and water. I’ll walk you through the steps.”
“Am I still part of Casa del Fuego?” Cassie asked me. Dinner was a great success and all the girls were staying over. Since we couldn’t get Jennifer upstairs yet, we hauled all the air mattresses and foam pads down from the attic and laid them out in the family room. We had all our casa except Sora, Sarah, and Hannah together.
“It’s not private,” Mom said. “We could walk through any time. Stay clothed tonight.”
We all sat around in our pajamas or what passed for them. Some of the girls had become pretty risqué in their night dress when we were all together. I was surprised to see Nikki in a see-through with the shadow of her henna rose visible if you knew to look for it. Cassie asked the question of me, but it was really addressed to the entire group. Everyone knew that she was planning to date Josh and their first date was to be Saturday night.
“Is there any reason you wouldn’t be?” Rose asked softly. She scooted over and put an arm around Cassie. It was sweet.
“I feel so close to everyone in this group. I don’t want people to think I’m cheating on you. I don’t want to cheat on you.”
“To whom in this room are you cónyuge?” Rose persisted. “With whom have you committed to a long-term intimate relationship?” There was something about the formality of how Rose spoke that made this sound like it was an official inquiry on behalf of the casa.
“Um… no one?”
“And to whom are you novia? Have you told him or her that you will commit sometime?” Rose persisted. It was becoming clear that Rose was the female leader of our casa. I wondered if she’d always been.
“Well, no one, but it seemed like that was what was expected if you were part of the casa,” Cassie said.
“I don’t think so, compañera,” I said. “That’s what that term means to us. A girlfriend or a boyfriend who has not committed to a long-term intimate relationship or to the intent to form one. We might date in any combination, inside or outside the casa, just like we always have under the agreement. We might even become intimate and still not have that commitment. Sora has asked to be considered compañera instead of cónyuge or novia because she really doesn’t know if she wants to make a long-term commitment, even though we’ve been intimate.”
“And how!” Samantha sighed. Jen and Court giggled.
“And we don’t know what either Sarah’s or Hannah’s relationship is going to be, so we are just referring to them as hearthmates, even though I’ve been intimate with Sarah.”
“Our terms all imply a level of personal relationship, not relationship with the group,” Rose explained. “I am cónyuge with Brian. I’m neither cónyuge nor novia with anyone else in the casa. We are all hearthmates and I am compañera with some of you, but not necessarily all, though I suspect we use the term as synonymous with hearthmate at times.”
“So, as I understand it, while we appreciate you letting all of us know that you want to date Josh, none of us have any claim on you to say no. And as far as I am concerned, a person stays a part of our casa until he or she asks to leave.”
“Why would any of us ask to leave?” Cassie asked.
“Well, say, for example that you decided to form your own casa with someone down the road,” I said. Cassie blushed. I knew she’d already thought about it.
“You said ‘he or she,’ my novia,” Elaine said. “You are the only male in this casa. Why would you want to ever leave?”
“That’s not really what I was saying. I think that it is possible sometime down the road that there might be casa that have multiple men as well as multiple women. I even thought about asking Josh and Geoff to join our casa. I wasn’t sure, though, if any of us were ready to dance naked with other guys in the circle. We have to think of a time, though, when there might be casa formed that even have no men or one that has no women.”
“You mean gay casa?” Sam asked. She was one of the few who knew about Geoff and was committed to helping him stay closeted as was Rose.
There was a lot of talk and conversation about that and eventually we all settled to sleep. Elaine was cuddled next to me on one side and I was surprised to find Cassie cuddled on the other.
Thursday, Elaine went home to be with her family and get packed, but she was back after dinner to spend the night. So was Rose. The two girls had a lot of whispering to do over the top of me and to me it was just wonderful to have them each cuddled naked against me as they talked. I was drifting off when I felt the two of them slide down the bed and begin licking my cock. The pressure built rapidly and I erupted with a sigh and did the typical male thing and went to sleep.
“I’m so sorry, my loves,” I said. I’d woken up at four-thirty and then again at five to look into the eyes of my lovers. “I went to sleep on you last night. Or under you. I didn’t give you anything. I’m sorry.”
“Do you think that your cónyuge and your novia would let each other languish without a release after we did our best to knock you out completely?” Rose giggled. Neither she nor Elaine were really into girls but I could well imagine them giving each other a little help.
“I guess I’m glad to hear that, but I’m still sorry I neglected you.”
“Well, you can make it up to me right now,” Rose said. She straddled me and began moving on my morning erection to get it and herself good and slick. Elaine lay there just watching us. Rose moved up and slid herself down on my cock seating me fully within her. “I love this so much, cónyuge,” she sighed. Rose did all the work again but it was obvious that she was enjoying it. A lot. I held her in my arms and joined her thrusts feeling that delightful welcoming channel envelop and massage my cock. Elaine rolled toward us and wrapped an arm around each of us as Rose began her ascent. I was only a few seconds behind her when she collapsed on me and began rhythmically squeezing me with her inner muscles.
“Oh, God! Yes,” I moaned as I filled my lover. “Oh, God, yes.” Rose and Elaine began smothering me with kisses. I hugged both girls to me.
“You have to get up and make breakfast before Whitney comes to work out with you,” Rose sighed as she pulled away from me and then off my cock.
“Wait. What about you, Elaine?”
“I’ll get mine tonight. I just wanted to watch to see what a loving cónyuge you would be to me. Come on. Go make breakfast while Rose and I shower. I know you won’t clean up until after your workout.” All our girlfriends had come out to watch Whitney and me yesterday morning. They were amazed and several were trying out the forms as we did them. Whitney and I were no longer making full contact, which didn’t mean we didn’t get bruised a little. But we’d both become too deadly to attack each other all out. We pulled our punches and stopped our kicks as they touched rather than trying to power through each other. By the time I had breakfast ready for Mom and Dad and Elaine and Rose, Whitney was there and we went straight out to work out. Afterward, Whitney and I went upstairs and showered, bringing each other to a very satisfying climax. Just to relax after the work out, you know.
“Now what’s the plan?” I asked as Whitney drove Rose and me to school.
“It’s dry and not too windy,” Rose said. “We’ll have dinner as planned and then go out for the fire. It’s September first and the days are already getting shorter. We will have a fire by eight o’clock and by nine, the two of you can sneak off to bed while the rest of us dance naked around the fire. And Brian, my darling, we won’t come pounding on your door as soon as we hear you orgasm. We don’t have any ritual or ceremony planned. It’s just a chance for us to hug you both and tell you we love you.”
“Are you sure dancing naked is a good thing with the way things are with Cassie?”
“That girl has a lot of surprises. I’m not sure Josh knows what he’s in for. If she doesn’t want to get naked this time, no one will push her. Same with Nikki. I’m not even sure Liz is all that into getting naked with just a bunch of girls.”
“I’ll do it until Brian and Elaine escape,” Whitney said. “Then I’ll be putting clothes on, too.”
“I wonder how Jen is going to handle it in her chair,” I laughed.
“I doubt she’ll have clothes on when she comes out or when she goes in. I think Sam is planning to spend the night with them. Just to keep them distracted.”
Anna made dinner. She roasted two capons and had an assortment of vegetables that she arranged around each tray. She set one carving set in front of Dad and the other in front of me. We men carved. I looked up at Dad and he was barely concealing his laughter.
“Don’t worry, girls,” Mom whispered to the table as if no one would be able to hear her. “We’ll keep this one busy so he won’t be tempted to spy on your little witch’s dance.”
“Um… Marilyn-Mom? When Brian and I have our little ceremony… um… would you come to it, too?”
“Samantha, I don’t really think it’s appropriate for us to dance naked around a bonfire with our children.”
“We’re not going to be naked. When it’s just our casa, we are comfortable. But when Brian and I commit, well, I’ve asked the whole clan to come and I want to ask my parents, too. This is probably the only wedding kind of thing I’m ever going to have.”
“Wedding?” Dad said, dropping the carving knife. “Wait a minute.”
“It’s not a legal wedding, Hayden-Dad,” Rose jumped in. “In fact, I think we’ll refer to it as a handfasting. The intent will be to show that Samantha and Brian have made a long-term, intimate commitment to each other. It isn’t to create any legal agreement or to establish a household. Samantha isn’t going to move in—any more than she already has.” We all laughed. “But tonight, thank you for letting us have a private celebration of Elaine and Brian’s handfasting.”
Rose effectively ended the conversation there and we ate heartily. I served Elaine at my right first and Rose at my left second while Dad served Mom and Anna. Then we served all the rest of the women and the food was fantastic. After dinner, I was left to clean up with the parents as the girls all disappeared to Jen and Courtney’s room. I think that was out of respect for Jen not being able to get upstairs. It sounded pretty crowded. Dad helped me do dishes as Mom and Anna got caught up with the girls.
“Are you okay with all this, son? These girls aren’t railroading you into something you aren’t ready for, are they? I know you are a young man, but seventeen seems awfully young to be making these commitments.”
“Dad, how old were you when you married Mom?”
“Yes, I know. I was nineteen. We decided to wait until we were graduated from high school and I had a place for us.” He laughed.
“I’m not getting married, Dad. But you know what? If I could legally marry all those girls in that room, I would. You have no idea how I feel when I’m with them.”
“Oh, I might have a little idea. I know what you’re doing isn’t the same as marriage. We might never have gotten married except that it was the only way your mother was ever going to have sex with me. But you’ve created something that seems to have a life of its own. Don’t get so caught up in it that you can’t make decisions on your own.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“I’ll go out and start your fire and tend it until the first one comes out of the house. Then I’m gone!”
I went upstairs and took a shower. I was standing in my room naked trying to figure out what to put on when Rose came up.
“Mmm. Is that how you are going to the fire?” she laughed. “Maybe I should take some of the edge off that.” I turned and she kissed me warmly. She was wearing this kind of diaphanous gown and had flowers woven in her hair.
“I hope whoever goes outside first is wearing something more substantial than that,” I laughed. “I don’t know if Dad could make it to the house.”
“Oh dear. I should send Cassie and Nikki out.” She left and there was a riot of laughter from downstairs. Rose bounced back up. “Your mom is sending Anna out,” Rose laughed. “They decided he didn’t need any teen inspiration tonight.”
“You’re my first wife, aren’t you, Rose? You are prima cónyuge. They all look to you.”
“Maybe a little. I’ll try not to become too attached to the role. I’m pretty sure it will change when Hannah comes back.”
“Do you really think she will?”
“Do you still talk to her every morning?”
“Yeah.”
“She’ll come back. Now let’s get you ready. I brought your clothes.” I went to my underwear drawer and pulled out a nice pair. “You won’t need those,” Rose said. “Just slip these on.” She handed me a pair of really light weight white pants that were almost like gauze. The pull-over shirt she gave me was the same fabric.
“This is nice, but you can kind of see through it.”
“Hmm. Think there’s a theme here?” she asked as she twirled around and I looked at the shape of her body through the gauzy gown she wore. “Now, my cónyuge. Let’s go meet your novia at the fire.”
We went to the fire and Anna left, giving all of us an appraising look. I thought she lingered a little too long on examining my attire. All the girls had on pretty much the same type of gauzy gown that Rose was wearing. Against the firelight, the dresses were pretty much transparent. I’m not sure what good it would have done to send Nikki and Cassie out first as they were both naked under their gowns. It was obvious that the girls had been busy sewing and I wondered if it was their idea or if Elaine had put them up to it out of her sense of the theatrical. Speaking of Elaine, she was missing. I had a sudden panic that she’d chickened out.
The music that was playing on the boom box was some kind of Native American drumming with some flute music tossed in. It just begged your feet to move and seemed to go on forever. I danced with each of my hearthmates and we hugged and kissed as we moved around the fire. If I could have all my girls like this each time, I’d get ‘married’ every weekend. It was sweet. It was erotic. My pants and more than one dress were soaked through as we rubbed together. I was still worried about where Elaine was when she was suddenly in my arms. Naked.
“Elaine,” I whispered in her ear as I held her to me. “I was afraid you’d gotten cold feet.”
“Not at all, lover. I just didn’t want to parade my naked body around until it was fully dark. How do you like what I’m wearing?”
“I should look more carefully before I answer.” Elaine pushed away from me and slowly pirouetted. Yes. The only thing she was ‘wearing’ were the flowers in her hair. And it was getting chilly enough to notice. “You look so beautiful, my love,” I whispered. “It’s what I always imagined you’d be wearing when I made love to you.”
“Brian, remember what we said about promises and sex and all?”
“Yes, Elaine. What would you like me to promise you?”
“We’ve made our promises, love. Whether or not we are always lovers, I will always love you. This night, though… I’ve talked to all the girls. We agree. I’m entering into a long-term, intimate relationship with you, darling. I don’t know how long the term is and none of us are trying to put a limit on it. I want you to know, though, that wherever I go and whatever I find as my path in life, I am your cónyuge for as long as you will have me. I love you, Brian Frost.”
“I love you, Elaine Frost. My sister, girlfriend, and cónyuge. For as long as we can find a way to make it work, whether I am with you or apart, you are my cónyuge.”
We were both passed around the circle again and this time, I was stripped out of my gauzy pants and shirt and handed from naked girlfriend to naked girlfriend. Each gave me a passionate kiss that let me know just how much she loved me.
“I’m so glad I am still part of our casa,” Cassie said as she pressed against me. “I really didn’t want to miss this.” I kissed her and she smiled before she spun away.
My ‘wedding night’ was slow and gentle. Neither of us worked up such a head of steam that we would alert anyone else in the house to our passion. Either the rest of the girls had all gone home or they’d stayed outside. The house was quiet and I softly and slowly made love to my newest cónyuge. Her folds parted around my cock and I sank into her with such a sigh of satisfaction that we nearly went to sleep in that position before we’d worked our way to an orgasm. I’d fallen in love with this little redhead the first time I saw her. I thought, She has to be the funniest girl I’ve ever met. Tonight, she was the softest and most loving partner I’d ever had.
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