The Rock
Part II: Gathering the Clan
8 Junior Clan
OUR WEEKEND WAS GREAT. We didn’t forget about our other hearthmates either. The parents conveniently had to go out Saturday afternoon and we ended up with Samantha eating out Jennifer while I slid between her silky lips and she bucked against me. Courtney was mounted on Jennifer’s face while I alternated touching and squeezing all three girls’ tits. Orgasms were a chain reaction, though I’m not sure who started the chain. I think all three girls copped two apiece.
Sunday morning, Sam and I were out of the house as soon as I had bread mixed and rising. We went to pet and groom all three horses. Then we saddled Silk and Rika and wandered through the woods in the early morning light. Jingo wasn’t happy I left him, but I hadn’t taken him on more than a few short training rides so I could tell how his leg was. We were in full riding gear, including jackets and hats, as we rode in the crisp fall air. Most of the trails are wide enough to ride side-by-side, but Sam took the lead on one of the narrower trails and we ended up in the clearing.
“Are you sure about this, sweetie?” I asked as we tied the horses. “We’re going to freeze important equipment out here.”
“I know, but please, Brian? You know how I’ve thought about making love here for almost two years. Ever since our treasure map game. I want you naked with me naked and the sky above us while we love each other.”
“You know I’ll do anything for you, Cutie. Let’s get the blankets spread out.” Ultimately, she got everything but ‘just the sky above us.’ We started out skyclad but by the time I’d finished licking her to a forest-echoing orgasm, she was cold and we huddled beneath the blanket as we softly made love in the great outdoors with our horses contentedly munching on whatever grass they could find next to us.
“Like a fairy tale,” Samantha sighed at lunch Monday. “Like an absolute fairy tale. I was a princess and my prince came. And came. And came.” The girls all laughed and the guys all raised an eyebrow at me as I stood to leave with Whitney for afternoon classes. “I owe each and every one of my hearthmates big-time,” Sam continued. “Thank you all for letting me have this wonderful weekend with our man.”
Whitney and I headed for her car. As soon as we were in it, she pulled me to her and kissed me like her life depended on it. I was lost in the embrace of my first lover. My first cónyuge.
“I’m still the fairy queen and I claim you tonight,” she breathed in my ear. “And I’ll eat you for breakfast in the morning.”
Somehow, I made it through the week. Each and every one of my cónyuge wanted a night with me. Whitney on Monday and Jen and Court on Tuesday—the day Jen got her cast off. Her leg was still wrapped, but the doctor said it was healing nicely and she needed to start exercising it. She did that on Tuesday night by waving it in the air as she screamed out her pleasure at having my dick in her. Wednesday night, Liz was with me. She’d suddenly settled down a lot and instead of being frantic to get sex done, she wanted to spend all night touching and holding and eventually making slow gentle love. I wondered if it had to do with getting together with Doug. She seemed very sentimental. Thursday night, Doreen was in my bed. Both Rhiannon and Brenda said they could wait until next week, but Doreen had no other cock to fall back on. Or forward. We tried both and when I woke up Friday morning, she’d managed to get me into her in spoons position and was gently rocking her butt against my stomach as she stroked me.
Friday night, I met Rose after the football game. She’d made varsity cheerleader at last. Even though most of our gang was going to the dance, Rose wanted alone time with me. We tried making out in the Suburban for a while. We didn’t intend to make love in the truck, but we got a little carried away. Since Rose and I didn’t worry about condoms, when I just sort of slipped into her while we were making out, we just kept going. When we got home, we took a shower and started over in bed.
“Are all my cónyuge happy now?” I asked.
“Darling, you don’t know what it did to us,” Rose sighed as she worked her way onto my cock again. “Everyone, including your compañera, imagined she was the one holding your hand. Do you want to see something?” Rose reached for her bag and after a moment pulled out a little baggie. She showed it to me.
“You kept our red thread after the ceremony?” I asked.
“Not Sam’s. She has hers. Each of your cónyuge wanted a thread to keep in her treasure box. We are all handfasted to you. And, of course, Sam, Jen, and Courtney have one for each other as well.”
“That’s almost overwhelming. And Elaine?”
“And Elaine. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has it wrapped around her wrist tomorrow night when you go down there,” Rose sighed. She moved slowly up and down on my cock as we talked—not enough to get either of us off but just enough to keep us on edge. “I wish I could live like this,” she whispered. “On the edge of orgasm with your cock in my pussy and your juices already flooding out of me. Brian, you make us all so happy.”
I made it through Saturday morning’s taping as well. We’d been doing two recordings every Saturday so I could have some Saturdays off and we could take a break over the holidays. I wasn’t taking any of my girlfriends on the show now, but the station—my replacement as Miss Polly’s assistant, now known as Miss Darlene, I discovered—was calling and interviewing women who had applied to be my girlfriend for the show and ‘help’ with the demo. It gave a lot more human interest to the show as we spent some time getting to know my helper. They expanded the slot to twenty minutes on Friday morning. Some of the slots were local promotionals: the rodeo queen, Miss St. Joe Teen, a cute little girl with cerebral palsy. I loved her. She was funny as all get-out.
“I don’t believe in handicaps,” DeeDee said firmly. “I believe I can do and become anything I want to be. I’ve decided to become a brain surgeon.” That was punctuated by a little spastic jerk of her hand that sent the slice of chicken she was cutting straight into Miss Polly’s face. “Oops.” She gave her little promo for the cerebral palsy association and then turned to me. “May I, Brian?” I nodded. “I don’t know exactly who you are, but I know you are out there watching somewhere. Always remember, girlfriend. No matter what, he still loves you.” I broke down crying.
After we were wrapped up shooting for the day, I loaded into my shiny red Suburban and headed for Indy. Each year, Elaine had invited me for the Fall Cotillion and I couldn’t go for one reason or another. This year I knocked on her apartment door and one of her roommates opened the door.
“You’re not ready!” she said. Gail. She was petite like Elaine but carried herself like she was six feet tall. I swear she looked down at me. She was dressed in a formal gown. She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the living room.
“I thought I could get cleaned up and dressed here. There’s plenty of time.”
“Not ready?” Linda, the other roommate cried. “What about our dinner reservation? Hurry.”
“Wait. What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Oh, Elaine’s sick and said we could take you to the dance.”
“Sick? Where?”
“I’m here, Brian. I’m sorry.” Elaine looked awful. She had bags under her eyes and sounded like her nose was stuffed up. She was wearing a big bathrobe and fuzzy slippers as she came out of her bedroom. “I can’t go. You want to take the bitches?”
“No way! Sorry, ladies.” I rushed to Elaine and scooped her up in my arms and carried her back into her bedroom. The covers were rumpled and I slid her into bed. “You poor baby,” I said. “I’ll make you some soup and sit beside you and hold you all night. Oh, my sweet girl. I love you.” Elaine giggled.
“I told you. Go away now,” she shouted at her roommates. There was a knock at the door.
“Oh. That must be our boyfriends!” Gail laughed. They called me out into the living room for a minute to meet their dates and explained that they were trying to play a trick on me but I was way too noble for their devious little plots. Then they were off. I went back to Elaine. She was sitting up in bed with a tissue, wiping her eyes.
“Were you trying to test me, Elaine?” I asked.
“No. I knew that wouldn’t be a test. It was their idea. Getting sick was my idea. They think they’re good actors. They both actually think I’m sick.” She didn’t sound stuffed up any longer.
“You aren’t?”
“No. I just didn’t want to go to the dance because we have so little time together. I wanted to spend it all naked in bed with you.” I noticed that the bags were gone from under her eyes and when she unfastened her robe, she had nothing on beneath it. “You’re over-dressed.” She got up and started getting rid of my clothes as I tried to kiss her and touch her. “Now my cónyuge, come and hold me. Tell me you love me and make me believe it.” I held her out at arms-length and looked at her hands. Indeed, there was a thin red thread wrapped around her wrist. I slid my fingers beneath it, putting us both in its circle.
“My cónyuge, I love you. I am yours always.”
My night with Elaine was predictable. Funny. Erotic. Sexy. Challenging. And loving. Oh yes. And loving. There was nothing that was off-limits between Elaine and me. She asked me to lick her and I dove into the task. “I love you, Brian!” she called. I will never get tired of hearing that.
“What do you want, Brian?” she asked.
“I want to make love with you all night long,” I laughed.
“I mean specifically. Right now. Do you want to fuck? Do you want me to suck you? Do you want to do me in the ass? What position do you want to be in? Doggy? Missionary? Cowgirl? Spoons? I asked you for what I wanted first. Now you ask me for what you want.”
“Like the first time I touched your breasts,” I said. “You didn’t give me permission until I asked.”
“Exactly. Oh, I’ll be creative. I’ll ask. I’ll suggest. I’ll initiate. But you need to, too, Brian. You need to not be afraid to tell me what you want. If I can do it, we will.”
“You are pushing me to the edge of my comfort zone. I want to hold you and kiss you and feel you touch me. Then while we are lying face-to-face holding each other, I want you to line me up and help me enter you. That’s where I want to start. I want to hold you and kiss you while we make love slowly and passionately. Then we can think up something else.”
“I can do that my love. In fact, doing that would really make me happy.”
I loved making love to Elaine. She took my request to heart and after we’d kissed and held each other, just getting used to the feel of each other’s skin, she rolled my condom on and guided me into her wet warmth. Then she looked me in the eye as I pushed into her slowly. There was no way to break eye-contact with my lover. The intensity of just moving into her was tripled by looking into her eyes. My hand held her round little butt and pulled her to me, burying me even deeper.
“Wait,” she breathed softly. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and her eyelids fluttered. I held still waiting for her. “Do you feel where you are, lover? I might not be as deep as some of your lovers, or maybe you’ve gotten longer. You are touching my cervix. Go back in gently just a little. There. Feel it? It’s a hard bump at the end of my vagina. It’s very intense when you touch it and for some reason, in this position you are perfectly lined up with it.”
“I can feel it. Like I’ve bumped against something.”
“If you just touch it like that, it’s very sensuous. I’d like you to be right there when you come so I can feel you squirting right against it. But if you slam into it, it hurts. Really hurts.”
“Please make sure I’m not being too rough. I want to be gentle with you.”
“Go back and see if you can find it again,” she said. Her breathing was a little ragged. I think mine was, too. “In a way, it’s like your balls, only up inside. It’s so sexy to have it touched and caressed but so painful to treat it roughly. Yes. Right there. Can we keep this pace until you come?”
“I love this, Elaine. I love going so slowly that I feel you rippling against me. I love touching your cervix just a little with the tip of my cock. I won’t be able to last long in you, though, love. It’s just so intense.”
“You don’t have to last a long time for it to be wonderful, my love. Just look into my eyes when you come. Look into my eyes and see how much love I have for you.”
I looked as I slid slowly back and pressed forward again, holding against the hard little ring in her pussy. She worked her muscles around me as I stayed as still as possible, then I withdrew and advanced slowly again. This was so difficult to do. I could feel the pressure building for half a dozen strokes before I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold back any more.
“Elaine, I’m… Oh, I love you, darling.” I sank to her limit once more and this time with the pressure of her cervix against the tip of my cock I felt the jets race up my tube to pulse against her.
“Oh!” she squeaked. “Oh! I feel it. Oh, Brian. Oh, Brian, I love you.” Somehow, feeling us both coming as we looked into each other’s eyes with wonder was so overwhelming that the tears I saw in her eyes were reflected in my own.
“I understand it’s not a virgins’ club and just signing the agreement doesn’t mean that no one will ask me to be sexual, but I also know that if I say no you’ll all honor it. I don’t even really want to date that much. You’ve let me sit with you at lunch ever since school started and I’ve really liked it and enjoyed talking with you all. I haven’t felt… so alone this year. And nobody has to date me. I just want to be a part of it—a member of your clan. Please?”
Robyn’s appeal was heartfelt. Last spring, she announced that she wanted to sign the agreement because she wanted to be part of the virgins’ club. We had to explain what the agreement really said. She was taken aback by that at first, but when she came to our year-end party, she liked what she saw. Then on Independence Day when we all met at the lake, she’d actually started to integrate into our group. She’d been sitting with us at lunch, but I hadn’t been there much since Whitney and I had to be on our way within twenty minutes of sitting down. I knew she’d spent a lot of time with Sam, though, and nearly swooned when Sam told her about riding the horse from the fire to our door.
Everybody looked at me. Was I supposed to be the accepting one or the hatchet man? I wish they’d tell me when they want me to do something. But no one was saying anything until I opened my mouth.
“Robyn, I asked you this once before and you told me a lot about yourself. I just want to be clear with everyone in the group. Are you being abused? Do you need a safe place?” I said. Tears sparkled in her eyes. She held them back.
“I am not being sexually abused, molested, or assaulted in any way, Brian. My mother is crazy and going home is always frightening. But I’ve learned to block it out. I try not to get home before my father and he keeps her under control while I make dinner. I’m just so scared of people and I feel so alone sometimes. I just don’t want to be alone anymore.”
“Robbie, you know that we’re all here for you anyway,” Cassie said. As far as I knew she was the only person who called Robyn ‘Robbie.’
“I know. But I feel like I’m on the outside looking in. I would so love to have been at Samantha’s wedding. I mean handfasting. It sounded so beautiful.”
“Uh… Robyn?” Geoff said. Everyone thought Geoff was the shyest boy in school. Rose, Sam, and I knew the truth. “This might be the wrong time to ask, but… uh… would you like to go to the ballgame with me Friday night? I mean with all of us, of course, but I’ll pick you up and all. If you’d like. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I’m no test. I’m kind of like you in a way. I don’t want to get really involved with anyone, but I’m kind of alone right now. You don’t have to be my girlfriend or anything, but I’d like to talk with you and get to know you better.”
“Really? Without any passes or sexual stuff?” He nodded. She was safer with Geoff for that than with any other boy. I was going to have to talk with my buddy, though. He couldn’t use her to hide his sexual orientation unless she was onboard. “I guess that would be okay. Does that mean I’m part of the group?”
“The whole clan has to agree before we make anyone a signer on our agreement or now part of our clan,” I said. “We’re all going to be together—or as many of us as possible—on the 28th. We’ll tell you officially then, but don’t let it get you anxious. Those of us here at the table have gotten to know you and we’ll support you.” Everyone nodded. I had to get up and run with Whitney to make it to class on time.
Whitney was still coming to work out with me in the mornings and I’d managed to convince her that we should run first. We put in a couple miles at five and then did our forms and sparred a little. Mostly, when we were sparring, it wasn’t just general fighting. We worked on specific moves and defenses. I won’t say we didn’t get bruised, but each jar of arnica was lasting longer.
After our workout, I’d put the bread in the oven and she would come upstairs to shower with me. We were often joined by one-to-five other girlfriends getting ready. I’d made a good bit of money over the summer and was getting $500 each Saturday I taped two programs. What was new was that I was now also getting residual checks from the network for the syndication of my segment and royalties on the series of video tapes and cookbooks they were selling. I guess I was pretty popular. As a result, I started contributing to the food budget to help pay for the extra girlfriend or girlfriends who came for dinner and to ‘study’ and ended up spending the night.
Whitney and I went to school in her car and from St. Joe Valley to PHS together. Anna had been picking me up there with the girls in my Suburban because it was easier for Jennifer. Of course, now that Jennifer was just using crutches and not a wheelchair, Courtney was driving the Suburban and we met after class at IUSB to come home without Anna having to make another trip. Even though she’d learned to relax a bit while driving, Courtney was still one of the most cautious drivers I’d ever met.
Starting Monday afternoon, I drove the girls home and then left immediately for St. Joe Valley again to help with basketball tryouts. I’d promised Coach Hancock that I’d come in, even though I was late. He never made a comment about it and sent me out to play with the other guys who were trying to make the team.
“Act like you want it, guys!” Coach yelled at us. Damn! I wish. Playing basketball with the guys was really great and I was bummed that I wouldn’t be able to play this year. I should have thought of that before I signed up for the stupid classes.
“There are twelve signers of our agreement,” Lexi announced at our table on Wednesday. “We modeled our agreement after the one that Brian wrote, only modifying it and making it a little more restrictive because we started in eighth grade. Now we’re ten sophomores and two juniors. Seven girls and five guys. We voted unanimously to petition you, our role models, for admittance into your clan so that we can be cousins with you and participate in the larger clan. I know that you always thought of us as the little kids—brothers and sisters and younger friends—but as you all discovered before us, there’s not as much difference between a sophomore and a senior as there is between a seventh grader and a freshman. Please consider our petition.” She sighed. Monte on one side and Ross on the other squeezed her. Judy hugged Ross.
“What hath God wrought?” Rose said. “Our siblings want to be like us!” Ross was Rose’s brother. Lexi was Sam’s sister. Monte was Sora’s brother. And Judy was almost like a little sister to me. They sent the right ones to present their petition at our table. Everyone looked at me. Okay. Right.
“Just as in the case of your agreement, changes in our clan have to be unanimously agreed upon,” I said. “The clan as it is currently will meet on October 28 and discuss your petition. In the meantime, it would be a good thing if each member of your group had a chance to go out with at least one of our cousins before then. It can be as a two- or three-person date, or as a group, but we need to know the other eight people as well as we know you four. All terms of our agreement are in force during these outings and if I understand it, only two of your group are sixteen or seventeen and the others are all fifteen, so we are talking about the strictest interpretation of the agreement. Is everybody okay with that?” We all agreed and suddenly we were considering admitting thirteen people to the clan. It was shaping up to be a hell of a Halloween party.
“All right, guys,” Coach Hancock said. “This is it. There are a couple things I want to tell you before I finish my deliberations and post the team Monday morning. We’ve got some complications this year. The work they did on the roof over the summer was a disaster. As you’ve probably noticed, we’ve been doing tryouts at half-court in the varsity gym and the JV tryouts have been at the other end instead of in the fitness gym as usual. The contractors say the roof repair will be made within a couple of weeks if it doesn’t rain any more. But getting the gym floor repaired and refinished is going to take a while. That means varsity and JV have to practice on the same court. I’ve talked to Coach Trickle and we’ve agreed to split it up like this. We’ll all be doing fitness training before school. That means dressed and on the court by six-thirty in the morning. Showers at seven-fifteen and class at seven thirty.”
There were a bunch of moans. It didn’t make a difference to me. It was getting cold enough that Whitney and I had already decided to move indoors at school next week. We’d be working out by five-thirty. It sucked that we wouldn’t be able to shower together anymore.
“That all means that practice in the afternoon will be abbreviated. JV will own the court from two-thirty until four. We’ll practice from four until five-thirty. We need everyone to be prompt. We have no extra time to spare. It wouldn’t hurt some of you to use that hour-and-a-half while the JV have the court to bring your grades up. If you can’t make that practice schedule for some reason, I need to know about it tonight so I can factor that into team selection. Now shower up and get out of here.”
We headed for the showers. I was relieved the week of tryouts was over. Now I could get back to life as normal as I could make it.
That’s when it hit me. Life wasn’t going to get back to normal. It was normal now. I’d managed to make it from class to practice every day this week by four o’clock. There was no reason Coach couldn’t put me on the team if he wanted me. Damn it! Had I been enthusiastic enough during tryouts to show him that I wanted to be on the team? Would he want me?
I was shot by the time we finished taping Saturday afternoon. We ran almost two hours over doing the filming. One of my two ‘girlfriends of the day’ was an incessant chatterbox who had an opinion on everything, including how I was making my meatballs. Harvey was calling “Cut!” a lot and having me reshoot whole sections of the recipe by myself so it could be cut in without interruption. What a nightmare. I was going to have a talk with Miss Darlene on the screening process—if I could ever get a minute of the day free. When I got home I flopped out on my stomach on my bed and went to sleep.
I woke up to a delicious four-hand massage. I thought Jennifer and Courtney had snuck up the stairs to soothe my weary body. I was going to reward them really well. Especially when lips started nibbling the back of my neck and my ears. I moaned.
“I think he’s back with us.” Rose? Oh my God! Rose and I had a date tonight. How long did I sleep? And whose hands were helping her. I rolled over to look up at two beautiful, naked, blonde cheerleaders.
“Did I oversleep? I must have because I think I’m still dreaming.”
“Which of these four big tits were you dreaming of, lover?” Rose asked. Brenda giggled.
“Yours, of course,” Brenda said. “He never thinks about my boobs unless I’m shoving them in his face.”
“Brenda! Honey, that’s not true,” I defended myself. “I love your boobs. In fact,” I pulled her down to kiss her, “yesterday, during Senior Lit while we were talking about Keats, I glanced over at you in your cheer uniform sitting next to Rose in hers and I started thinking about how I’d like to take that off you and just settle my face between your luscious tits.”
“Is that when you couldn’t answer Ms. Hammer’s question about Keats?” Rose laughed.
“Yeah. And don’t laugh. The whole time I was thinking about how the two of you had held your boobs together to fuck me.”
“Like this?” Brenda asked. She pulled Rose to her and smashed their breasts together. Then they kissed.
“Yeah. Just about like that, only my cock was involved.”
“Well, you could get it involved again, you know,” Rose whispered. “We have time before our date.” Whew! At least I didn’t sleep through our date. Rose was working on my belt and Brenda was tugging at my shirt. I cooperated. I knew the two girls had considered getting together—or at least that Brenda had. Maybe this was their way of experimenting with the reality a little. Either way, I wasn’t going to complain. Brenda kissed me while I played with her big nipples. I think they were the fattest I’d ever seen. She seemed to understand what I was thinking and shifted herself so I could suck on them while I felt Rose lightly licking along my cock. I felt her roll a condom on me with her lips. Brenda shifted and I watched as Rose pointed my cock so Brenda could slide down on it. Watching naked Brenda Fucking Lenox descend on my cock was an unbelievable sight.
“Brenda, you are incredible. Rose, honey? Are you okay?”
“I will be if you’ll let me ride your face while we fuck our amiga.”
“Rose, will you please crawl up here and let me lick your pussy while Brenda fucks me?”
“Oh, yes!”
I could reach both girls’ breasts as I tongued Rose’s pussy, pushing my tongue into her as deeply as I could and drinking from her unending fountain as she came on my face. Brenda’s hands met mine as I handled Rose’s breasts and the two girls kissed above me as she pounded down on my cock. I tried to reach Brenda’s clit with my fingers but found Rose already busy there. Brenda slammed down on me while she whined out an orgasm that caused her insides to flutter all around my cock. That was all it took for me to fill the condom up inside her pussy.
Rose rolled to my side and Brenda collapsed on top of me. She took one whiff and began cleaning Rose’s love juice from my face with her tongue. When Brenda rolled off of my wilting cock, Rose stripped the condom off and lovingly bathed my cock with her tongue.
“We need to shower or our dates won’t be able to concentrate all evening,” Brenda said.
“Our dates?” I thought I was going out with Rose.
“We’re taking George and Theresa out for dinner and talking,” Rose said.
“Oh.” I didn’t realize that. George was a basketball player and I was pretty sure that as a junior he’d make the varsity this year. He was solidly built and tall enough to help under the basket. Theresa was a cute sophomore he’d been dating since about the middle of last season. They were both signers of the junior clan agreement. It was our chance to get to know them better. “Are Carl and Louise joining us, too?” I asked. I wouldn’t mind.
“No. They’re taking out the fearsome foursome,” Brenda said.
“Oh. Good luck with that. I’m still not sure what’s going on there.” She was talking, of course, about Judy, Lexi, Ross, and Monte.
“I think it’s mix and match,” Rose said. “In any combination. I’m serious. I’m pretty sure I saw Ross kiss Monte last week.”
“Carl thinks that’s why Rich separated himself from them. They’re all still really good friends, but Rich wasn’t interested in sharing spit with a guy. I think he’s having a good time with Susan, though. They’re out with Lionel and Sugar tonight. Rich kind of idolizes Lionel. Do you think he’ll make the varsity team this year?” Brenda asked as we stepped into the shower. Shit. I’m showering with two of the hottest girls I’ve ever met and we’re talking about who will make the team.
“He might. He’s got two inches on Carl already. We could use that height. Um… that’s eight of the younger kids on dates with us. What about the others?” I asked. I let Brenda answer because I occupied Rose’s mouth with my own as I put my hand between her legs lightly flicked her clit. Rose moaned into my mouth.
“Well, Leonard Hamm is being escorted to the skating rink by your very own Liz. He’s one of the signers, but according to Lexi has never been out with anyone. He’s a bit of a geek. All the girls love him, but he never goes out. Remind you of anyone?” Brenda laughed. “Cassie and Josh are out with Mary Williams. You know her brother Bill is in our Senior Lit class. Nancy Hess and Pam Owens have the honor of going out with the Bobbsey Twins downstairs and their constant companion, Samantha.”
I was rubbing my hard cock up against Rose and she was nearing an orgasm on my fingers.
“I wasn’t going to do this till later,” Rose gasped. She turned in my arms and pushed her butt toward me. “Come in me, lover. Please put your cock in my pussy and come in me.” Brenda had already reached for my cock to direct it to Rose’s pussy.
“Um… do you guys need a rubber?” she asked.
“Not Rose and me. Everybody else, but not us.”
“I think I just juiced again. Push.” I pushed. Brenda tried to kiss me as I rocked in and out of Rose from behind, but all I could focus on was this darling girl I hunched over with my cock in her pussy and my fingers on her clit. She was ahead of me with her scream, but not by much. My bellow only slightly preceded Brenda’s and I saw that she had her own hand between her legs as she watched Rose and me.
We had a great time with George and Theresa. George joined the agreement last year as soon as he heard about it. He was a good guy and had proved a loyal friend in the blow up with the school administration when he was a freshman. He was a good teammate as well. He’d dated all the girls in the younger dating group, encouraging his ‘best friend’ Mary Williams to join, too. He and Mary had never really dated each other but were always talking about how hard dating was. When they found out about the agreement and discovered that it was based on the one we had, they asked to join. They’d considered asking to join our group but thought with the number of older members we had that we might be too advanced for them. Then they talked about creating their own but couldn’t think of anyone else they’d want to invite. Finally, they asked the younger group and were received cautiously at first but were accepted. He went out with Theresa for the first time in December to a Christmas party and they started dating more and more frequently. They hadn’t really declared themselves as exclusive to each other, but this fall they hadn’t really dated anyone else. George was happy about that.
“Theresa, how has the agreement benefited you?” Rose asked. She laughed. I could hear in her voice right then why George was enamored with her.
“You can call me TK. You mean besides bringing me this hunk to love on? This really, really nice hunk?”
“You’re a pretty girl,” I said. “Surely you could have attracted this hunk without the agreement.” I got jabbed in the ribs but I wasn’t sure why.
“Huh-uh. Oh, I know guys gather around pretty girls like flies around shit,” she sighed. “But it wouldn’t have made a difference. My parents were dead set that I wouldn’t date until I was sixteen. Which is in two months, by the way.” She looked at George and some unspoken communication passed between them. “Anyway, my family has been friends with Lexi’s family for a long time. You should have heard Lily Cortales talk about how wonderful your agreement was and how safe she felt when Samantha went out with one of you. She honestly believed you saved Samantha from life as a crack-house whore.”
“Lily Cortales?” I exclaimed. “She fought against us from day one.”
“Maybe to you. To my parents she was so enthusiastic that when my parents reviewed the agreement, they told me that when I was fifteen I could date anyone who had signed the agreement. I turned fifteen and the first guy who asked me out was George,” Theresa said.
“Wow! I thought she hated me.”
“Are you kidding? You should have heard her describe your… uh… wedding to my parents. Handfasting?”
“Yeah.”
“How about you, George?” Brenda asked. “Besides the obvious.” She nodded her head toward Theresa.
“Mmm. I don’t know if you know my parents or not. Mom is a psychologist. Dad is a professor of sociology at IUSB. Need I say they have great expectations for me? I told them about the agreement and they both wanted to study it. Dad had all kinds of questions and comments and said that it was the foundation for an entire society to be built on. When we found out about them, I told Dad about the clan concept and various casa. Lexi got Samantha to write down all the terms. Dad got out the original agreement and started muttering things about how if he were designing a society this is how it would work.”
“That’s impressive,” Rose said. “We believe the same way—most of the time. But it doesn’t show how the agreement benefited you.”
“I’ll get to that. In eighth grade I went through a growth spurt. I went from five-six to six-one. I was having all kinds of trouble adapting to my new body and bigger feet. Much bigger. My voice sounded like it dropped into the cellar. I was embarrassed, clumsy, and pretty much angry all the time. That’s why I jumped on the bandwagon with the student strike when I was a freshman. I went through all kinds of counseling—that’s Mom’s answer to everything and was still getting angry. It showed up when I played basketball sometimes and the summer between freshman and sophomore years Mom started threatening to send me to Harrison Military Academy. Can you imagine? I’d be playing against you guys. Anyway, when they agreed that I could sign the agreement, everything changed. It wasn’t just my attitude that changed—though it did. It’s… I felt like my parents were proud of me. They treated me differently and that made me want to act differently. I wasn’t, like, ready to go off the deep end sexually or anything like that. Hell, I couldn’t even get a date. But all of a sudden, my parents started talking to me like I was an adult. It was making that agreement that did it.”
We were all pretty stunned by George’s story. There was no question in my mind that I wanted George and Theresa in the clan. For the rest of the evening we told funny stories and they asked more about how our rituals worked. When we finally got ready to leave, Rose popped one more question.
“So, George, did your dad give you any advice about tonight?”
“Actually, yes. He said to respect my patrón.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You.”
“Well, the night’s still pretty young. What do we do now?” I asked the two girls snuggled up against me in the front seat of the Suburban.
“You have to take Brenda home now,” Rose said.
“Oh. Okay.” I drove Brenda to her house and we had a few really nice kisses in the truck before Rose and I walked our amiga to the door and kissed her again.
Rose slid up against me in the truck and I pulled out of Brenda’s drive.
“What about you?” I asked.
“Now you take me home. With you.”
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