The Rock
16 Guilt
COACH walked into the workout room Whitney and I used in the morning just as we were finishing our forms. He liked to watch us if we were sparring. It was part of the agreement he signed with our parents.
“Follow me,” Whitney whispered. She approached Coach Hancock and placed her right fist in her left hand as she bowed. I copied her a step behind. Coach looked puzzled but returned the gesture of respect. “Master,” Whitney said respectfully, “teach us water.”
“You have a master, Whitney. Why don’t you ask him to teach you water?” I had no idea what was going on. I just watched the conversation.
“Master Cho said to find a water master. I know you are one.”
“Master Cho and I are from very different disciplines. But with his permission, perhaps water will help you two. Let’s go sit.” The three of us sat in a circle—or a triangle—in the middle of the mats. Coach Hancock had always understood what Whitney and I were doing and was showing us a different side than we’d seen playing basketball. “Brian, which is stronger—water or rock?” I figured it must be a trick question.
“I guess it depends. We know that water can eventually wear a rock away.”
“Sadly, in a violent confrontation we don’t have centuries to wear down our opponents. If you drop a rock in the water, the water cannot support it. It sinks. The rock will cut through the water. The principle of water is an adaptation of the philosophy of using greater strength against itself. The point is to simply not be where the enemy attacks you. It is what you were doing when you dodged the knife, but you were not quite out of the way. And the problem is that small people often use a water defense simply because they can’t stand up to the abuse of a direct attack. That’s why it threw your opponent when you remained standing after being hit three times. He expected you to dodge and run—a lot like we did in the game against Warsaw.”
“Master…”
“No, Whitney. I will not take the title ‘master’ from you. I will continue to simply be coach.”
“Yes, Coach. Have I taught Brian wrong by making him a rock?”
“Not at all, Whitney. But the best defenses—in my opinion—combine the elements. Let’s stand.” We all stood and Coach faced Whitney. “The water parts around the rock, whether the rock is in motion or the water is. I mentioned dropping a rock in a pool. It falls through the water. In a river, water encountering a rock rushes around it. When two rocks meet, one breaks. When rock meets water, the water escapes.” He held up a hand palm out toward Whitney. “My hand is a rock, Whitney. Strike it with force.”
Whitney bowed slightly and stepped back into a fighting stance. She took this all with the seriousness of someone who had studied for ten years. She knew what was expected of her and put her all into it. Her blow was so fast I could barely see her hand moving. The sound of her fist meeting Coach’s palm, though, was almost deafening. Coach stayed solid. Then he laughed and shook his hand as Whitney shook hers. “Remind me not to go full contact with you in sparring,” he said. “I don’t think anyone in the Marines ever hit me any harder. Nonetheless, I want you to come at me with the same force and determination. You are fast. I will be water.” He held up his hand again.
Whitney had worked with Master Cho for years and I was glad she was the one doing this demonstration. I’d have just hit the same way again. She came from exactly the same pose and I saw her hand move, but in a split second, it was her left foot that flashed through Coach’s hand. I mean that’s what it looked like. It looked like her foot went right through his hand. His hand slid up her leg to the back of her knee and pulled her forward. Her other foot came up off the mat and her back hit it solidly. Ouch. Coach was standing where Whitney had started facing her as she sprang back up off the floor.
“I think you get the idea,” Coach said. “The water parts and encourages the rock to continue its journey—alone. I’ll bring some forms to work on with you tomorrow. It’s time to get to class this morning.”
The week went by quickly. I was managing to get my studying done somehow. In the midst of that, I was still practicing with the team and preparing my Saturday taping. That was something with which Hannah was proving to be very helpful. She was picking recipes for me to try and asking questions about why certain things were done. I came home Wednesday night and she’d baked a cake.
It was a little flat.
“I don’t get it,” she said. “If you follow a recipe, it should turn out correctly. I did everything exactly like the recipe said and look how flat it is. There was no one home to slam a door and make it fall. Brian, what’s wrong with it?”
“Let’s do it again tonight,” I said. We set out all the ingredients and followed the recipe exactly. It called for two eggs to be added while stirring. Hannah and I worked side-by-side each following the recipe and checking to see if we deviated at all. I grabbed an egg and looked over to see her crack two eggs into a bowl and stir them slightly, then mix them into the batter. It’s a standard cook’s practice to crack the eggs into a separate bowl before adding them to the batter. It gives you a chance to check for bits of shell and to make sure the egg is good. Hmm. The recipe was a little vague but it did say to add the eggs one at a time. I cracked one egg into my batter and mixed it. It took about thirty seconds to incorporate it into the butter and sugar. Then I cracked the second egg and added it. Another thirty seconds. It seemed to take a lot longer for Hannah’s eggs to blend. We poured the batter into identical cake pans and put them in the oven side-by-side. Sure enough, Hannah’s cake turned out flatter and denser than mine.
“Why?” she complained.
“I’m not sure I understand,” I said, “but the only difference was that you beat your eggs together and added them at once. I added mine one at a time. It took more mixing to blend your eggs with the sugar and butter and I think it must have been the extra beating that made the cake denser.”
“That sucks!”
“Yeah. But it’s really cool. I wonder what else makes a difference in the recipe that people might do.” We sat for a while and brainstormed what people might do just because it was how they’d always done it.
“Temperature of ingredients,” Mom said. “My mother never refrigerated her eggs and her cakes were always moist and fluffy.”
“Packing the flour,” Anna suggested. “Do you measure the flour and then sift it or sift it and then measure?”
“Position of the rack in the oven,” Courtney said. “It could get too hot on the bottom.” By the time we were finished, I had my Saturday show almost scripted. Hannah promised to conduct the experiments on Thursday and Friday. We were going to eat a lot of cake this week.
“The good thing is that they all taste good. And we do have Cassie’s birthday coming up this weekend,” she said.
Cassie’s birthday was Friday night and it was my first game to dress with the team. I didn’t expect to play much if at all. It was an away game, but not too far. We were playing Bishop O’Dell Catholic School in South Bend. We had to leave from and return to the school on the team bus and couldn’t just drive to the game because of school policy. All our hearthmates in town were coming to the game and Sarah would get in late in the evening for the weekend. Elaine and Sora decided they could get away for the weekend, too, so everyone would be together for Cassie’s eighteenth birthday. Plus one. Josh was coming to the party, too.
I wiggled on the bench for most of the game. Coach sent me in once late in the first half and again in the fourth quarter. Nothing clicked right. It wasn’t me so much. I wasn’t in long enough to really affect things one way or another. The team just wasn’t hitting on all cylinders. It felt like crap, though, to have my first game back with the team be the first game we lost all season. Not by much, no. But there went a perfect season.
We were pretty glum on the way back to St. Joe Valley on the bus. I was seated near the back and saw Rose get on the bus, but Josh slid into the seat next to me. Rose stopped and sat with the other cheerleaders up front.
“Patrón,” he started.
“Whoa! Why so formal, Josh?”
“Clan business.”
“Sure. But it’s just us. What’s on your mind?”
“Brian, is this okay?”
“What?”
“Coming to your place tonight. For Cassie’s birthday.”
“Josh, why wouldn’t it be okay? You’re dating Cassie. She seems to be pretty happy about it, too, by the way.”
“I’m glad to hear that. But… Brian, I’m not part of your casa. I know your whole house will be there tonight and… me. I’m… uh…”
“So why not join our casa?” I asked. I knew damn good and well Cassie was going to suggest it eventually. She’d already laid the groundwork.
“You’d let me in?”
“Well, it’s not all up to me. You know we’ve kind of established this unwritten rule about requiring a unanimous vote to bring someone in. Personally, though, I don’t think it would be a problem.”
“Bri, that would be great!” Josh was really excited. I hated to throw cold water on everything.
“Josh, there is one thing, though, and it could change whether you even want to be a part of us. I don’t know what Cassie has told you, but we’re… well, when it’s just the casa, it’s kind of clothing optional. Well. Actually, it’s sort of unclothed. Now don’t let this change your opinion of Cassie or anything. It’s really like being in a nudist colony. Nobody notices we’re naked unless someone has clothes on.”
I looked at Josh in the dim light of the school bus and he let out a puff of air.
“Yeah. I forgot. Cassie told me. I can see why you wouldn’t want another guy there.”
“Whoa! You’ve got it wrong. I’m not objecting to you being part of our casa. But I don’t think anyone will agree to it if you aren’t on board with the whole nudity thing. It would be pretty hard on everyone if they thought that by bringing you in, we’d have to change things. The question is, can you be comfortable being naked in a room with thirteen naked girls, one of whom is the girl you are particularly interested in?”
“Please don’t be offended, Brian, but how do you handle it? I mean, just thinking of Cassie naked… or Rose or Sam or Liz or Whitney… shit, I’ve got a boner starting already. How do I keep from offending them?”
“As long as you aren’t trying to rub it up against them, it won’t be a problem. But you know, some of those girls are my lovers. It’s not like we put on shows, but… well, one of them might crawl in bed with me. And do something. It doesn’t mean it’s an orgy.”
“I might have to leave the room for a few minutes,” Josh laughed. “Seriously, Brian, I would never betray any of those girls’ trust—especially not Cassie. I’ll deal with anything that… uh… comes up.”
The surprise wasn’t Josh joining our casa. We’d talked about it enough over the past couple weeks since Cassie first brought up the idea and it was a foregone conclusion that we would vote him in unanimously.
It was pretty cute to watch Cassie go up to him and take the white belt off his gi. Rose handed her a red belt and Cassie tied it around his waist. She reached up to kiss him and then turned to the rest of us while holding his hand.
“Everybody, I’d like you to meet my compañera, Josh, member of Casa del Fuego,” she said happily. It was official now. She was Josh’s girlfriend. I was happy. A little wistful, maybe, but happy.
“You know she hasn’t announced that she’s no longer your compañera,” Nikki said next to my ear. “And I don’t think she ever will. When she and Josh are cónyuge, she’ll still be your compañera.”
“That’s cute, Nikki,” I laughed. “I don’t think it will fly, though.”
“I don’t know,” she said, arching her eyebrow. “When I find my one-and-only, I’m still going to want you to lick me. I don’t plan to stop being your compañera. I just don’t think I’m cut out to be your cónyuge.”
“Nikki, you know how important you are to me.”
“Then why haven’t you read any of my poems for competition this year?” she asked smugly. Shit! Now they are her poems again? Well, this was a challenge I was ready for.
“Nat Hart quit sending poems to me,” I said. “With no new material I haven’t felt like competing.”
“Hmm.”
We sang happy birthday to Cassie and ate the multi-layer cake that Hannah had made. She just stacked all the experiments on top of each other. We’d saved a wedge for display on the show tomorrow. When we’d eaten our fill, we all filed up to my room.
There was a little hesitance when we got there. I was afraid of this. It was one thing to say they were all right with another guy in the room, but when it came to undressing, no one was moving.
Except Hannah.
Everyone was looking at her, not at Josh. Hannah hadn’t adopted the gi yet. She still wore her fluffy white robe with the red belt. She calmly took it off and let it fall to the floor. Her bruises were pretty much gone now. She still wore a cast on her arm, but we were hoping it would be off by Valentine’s Day. Her nose was still swollen, but there were no bandages. I knew it still hurt to move. Her ribs had been more badly broken than my cracked rib and it still gave me twinges.
She didn’t bother to pick up her robe, but walked straight up to Josh.
“Nobody is going to feel comfortable getting undressed unless you do,” she said, loosening his belt. As soon as his robe hit the floor, Hannah moved in to give him a friendly kiss, pressing her bare boobs against his chest. I glanced around and joined the rest of my casa in disrobing.
“She’s begun already,” Rose whispered next to me. “It’s amazing to watch. She’s already taking her place as leader of the house without even realizing it.” I snapped around to catch Rose in a naked hug.
“Rose, no matter how much I love Hannah—and no one will argue that I don’t—I don’t want you pushed aside,” I said fervently. “I want you by my side. You lead our casa—in fact, our whole clan—because you lead it. You make a big deal about me being patrón simply because everyone follows me. That’s you. No one is going to replace you, my love.”
“Brian…” she started but stopped and simply laid a kiss on me that took all my attention. When we came up for breath, all our hearthmates except Rose and Cassie had kissed Josh and made him welcome. Rose went to welcome him, as well. I followed and we grasped each other’s arms like one of those old Roman handshakes and I welcomed him as well.
“You’re missing one, brother,” I said. I turned him around and he was face-to-face with Cassie who had been standing naked behind him. They stared at each other for a full minute with the rest of us all watching. I suddenly realized they’d never seen each other naked before. I guess she was getting one of her questions answered. He held out his arms and Cassie melted into them in a passionate kiss that certainly carried both promise and intent. The rest of us all breathed at once, like we’d been holding our breath.
“Isn’t that sweet?” Elaine said cuddling up behind me. I just relaxed into her embrace and contemplated what I’d seen and heard.
It took a while for things to settle down with everyone wanting to make sure they were showing that they weren’t uncomfortable. I suppose that means that we were all uncomfortable. At least it wasn’t two hours of awkward silence. I was going to get in my bed where Hannah was, but after giving me an incredibly hot kiss and asking me to save some time for her tomorrow, Sarah crawled in with her sister. Samantha sandwiched Hannah on the other side. I lay down on the floor and Rose tossed a sheet over the two of us as she lay down beside me. I craned my head around to see the other sleeping arrangements.
“Don’t worry,” Rose whispered. “They’re together but they aren’t being demonstrative—like I’m going to be. They are both a little overwhelmed at being naked together. Cassie invited Mary to Josh’s other side. I think he’s pretty safe.”
“From us,” Elaine whispered, cuddling up to my other side. “As long as you give your college girls a little loving, too.” She held up a condom and then let the strip unfold to show six of them.
“You’re dreaming,” I laughed.
“Not yet, but I expect to have very sweet dreams in a little while.”
I woke up at four-thirty and watched Hannah as she got out of bed and grabbed her robe. I started to push myself up but she motioned me to be quiet and stay where I was. Okay, darling. It’s kind of hard to move with Sora on one side of me, Elaine on the other, and Rose in her favorite position between my legs holding my cock in one hand against her cheek. I’ll be down in a few minutes. Hannah went downstairs.
Rose squeezed my cock and looked up at me before pulling it into her mouth. Oh God! I loved that feeling so much. Neither Sora nor Elaine—both pretty sated from the night before—stirred as Rose sucked and licked at me. Finally satisfied that I was definitely going to give her what she wanted, she crawled up my body, nudging the two girls aside as she planted her pussy firmly down on my cock. She was apparently well-prepared as she glided smoothly and wetly up and down. Neither of us lasted long. I held her magnificent breasts in my hands as she drove herself down on me and dove to my mouth to muffle her orgasm. She was just in time with her kiss to quiet my own groan as I filled her pussy.
My shoulders were kissed from both sides as Sora and Elaine grinned at Rose and me. I hugged all three and Rose grudgingly let me get up to prepare for my day.
Miss P: Brian, I know that Ms. Sullivan impressed upon you the importance of a separate dish for every ingredient when you do a demonstration but isn’t a separate dish for each egg overdoing it a little?
Me: You’d think so, Miss Polly, but that is exactly what we’re going to demonstrate today. We had a big eighteenth birthday celebration for one of my girlfriends last night. My assistant and I baked the cake. I want you to look at this four-layer slice of birthday cake. Isn’t it beautiful?
Miss P: I thought that you would know that you should never stack the layers of a cake before it is cool. Look how these two layers have fallen and are so much thinner than the other two layers.
Me: In fact, the layers were all fully cooled before they were frosted and stacked, Miss Polly. The difference in thickness of the layers is due to a couple of very common baking mistakes and a way to improve the chemistry in your cake. And that’s where eggs in separate cups comes in.
I spent a couple of hours Saturday afternoon with Sarah in my bed. All the other girls had gone home, but Whitney and Liz were planning to come back after dinner. Samantha had gone shopping with Jennifer and Courtney, managing to drag Hannah along with them. Elaine and Sora promised to be back for breakfast Sunday morning before the two had to leave for school again. Sarah would head out Sunday afternoon for Oberlin as well.
“She’s like a whole different person in the month I’ve been gone,” Sarah whispered to me as we lay together in post-coital bliss. I couldn’t be still. I kept petting her bottom, her breasts, and her pussy even after we’d had an exhausting orgasm. I just couldn’t get enough of her and—yes—I knew I was unconsciously or consciously fantasizing about Hannah when I touched her sister.
“She’s come a long way but she’s not there yet,” I sighed. “Sometimes when I get home I find her just staring into space, tears silently leaking down her cheeks.”
“I want to go down to Evansville and kick that bastard a few more times,” Sarah said. “I can’t believe what he did to her.”
“It’s not just what he did to her. It’s what she’s done to herself.”
“She’s looking better—healthier—than the first of the year,” Sarah said. She’d decided to participate with me and was slowly rubbing my cock back to full erection even as we talked about her sister.
“I don’t think she even realizes she’s been losing weight yet. We’ve been exercising, too. Whitney came over and started working with her on basic forms. They’re going to step it up a little when the cast comes off. I know the stretching hurts her ribs, but if we don’t do it, she’ll develop scar tissue that will make her sides even tighter.”
“Brian, do you love me like you love my sister?” Sarah whispered. She reached for a condom on the bedside table and carefully rolled it on me as I kissed her shoulders and fondled her breasts.
“I love you, Sarah. I love that you care for your sister and that you are so much like her. But I love you for the person you are. I love remembering the pains you went to when you exposed your breasts to me after prom. I love remembering how you jumped when I put my hand on your bare bottom. I love how smart you are and how genuinely loving you are to me and to Hannah and to all our hearthmates. I miss you when you are not with us. I hope for your happiness all the time. And Sarah,” I caught my breath as she sank down on my rod. “I love making love to you. I love the way you feel and look and act. I love that you like doing this. I love you. And I love making you come.”
As punctuation, I spent the next several minutes doing just that. I really just didn’t want to let her go.
Coach Hancock didn’t like the idea that Whitney and I did martial arts in our gym shorts. When he showed up to work with us on our water technique, he wore a gi. Monday, Whitney and I finally caved and wore gis. We did not wear our red gis, but we did wear our red belts. Coach noticed right away.
“Red belts? I know you are both black belts.”
“We use belts to hold our gi closed. Red is the color of our casa. We thought you would rather we wore white gis instead of our red house robes,” Whitney explained.
“Hmm. If I can ever convince the two of you to do a demonstration, then your red gis would be appropriate. Now. With me. The first forms are very similar to what you have learned in Tai Chi. But the water forms are meant to slide past the attack. Like Aikido, they allow you to defeat an enemy without injuring him—seriously.”
Coach started working us slowly, first demonstrating the move, then going through it with us, and finally watching and correcting us. He took particular pleasure in having us hold a pose like you would in Yoga while he talked. Whitney and I both left the mats sore and had made no contact.
On the court, Coach was getting more aggressive with the team. He didn’t like having our perfect record destroyed by a team that only had four wins and seven losses. He drilled us on accuracy and position. We ran laps. We shot baskets. We scrimmaged, flowing in and out of the game. He drilled us on stealing the ball. And we ran laps.
Friday afternoon, the County Tournament began.
It was a split tournament this year, played on two days. It was brutal. The split was that varsity teams played at Portage. JV played at PHS. The tournament started with Game One at one o’clock. All the county schools let out at noon for the big event. We played the first game. Wouldn’t you know that the draw matched us right back up with Bishop O’Dell Catholic, the school that just beat us the week before. Our team was ready for revenge.
And we got it. O’Dell played like the four-and-seven team they were. We played like a ten-and-one team. At the end of the first game of the tournament, we were eleven-and-one. We retired with the rest of the day off. The top four teams would play in the Saturday tournament. We were back on for the first game. We all decided we’d rather take the rest of the day off than watch to see who we were going to play. We knew by the brackets that we’d either be playing Portage or Union. Either way, it was going to be a tough game. Whitcomb, Harrison Military, Hudson, and PHS were in the evening brackets. Whoever won in that bracket would face the winner of ours. Us. We were determined.
After we got back to St. Joe Valley on the bus, Brenda just followed me to my car and got in. I had been absorbed in thought. I’d expected Rose to go home with me, but she just kissed me when we got off the bus and said she’d see me tomorrow. I wasn’t expecting Brenda to be with me.
“Do you mind, Brian?” she asked. Hmm. Let me think. Do I mind taking a blonde, blue-eyed, totally stacked, and horny eighteen-year-old cheerleader home to fuck? No!
We walked into my house at three-thirty. Hannah saw us and rolled her eyes with an absolute smirk on her face. By three-forty-five, Brenda and I were naked and I had her beautiful pussy descending on my face while my cock disappeared into her mouth and throat. Round one didn’t last long. We drank each other’s spend and didn’t allow enough time for me to get soft before I had a condom on and was planted deep in her pussy. Brenda liked to be on the bottom better than on top unless she was riding my face. When we were hooked together this way, she wanted the firm mattress supporting her back while I pounded in and out with all my might.
Having come once, I lasted longer. Not so Brenda. Having come once, she was ready to go again. And again. She pulled her legs out to her sides to give me better access and more depth. And neither of us tried to be quiet. My bed banged against the wall and we each tried to outdo the other in how loud we yelled out our orgasms. I collapsed forward onto her big pillows. She kept squeezing her pussy around my cock to try to keep me hard and in her as long as possible.
“You know what, Amiga?” she panted. “Sometimes you just need to fuck. I love Carl and Louise so much I can’t even breathe when I think about it. And we make love. Oh, God! We make love in every conceivable position and combination possible. But sometimes I just want to fuck. I love you but when you are pounding me, all I can think is fuck me fuck me fuck me. You’re still hard, Brian. Can you roll me over and do me one more time?”
“Oh, hell, yes. Point that beautiful ass in the air and let me hold your tits while I pound your sweet pussy again.”
She rolled over while I grabbed a fresh condom and was soon balls deep again. I don’t know why I did it, but seeing that pretty ass in the air, I spit down into her crack and pushed my thumb into her asshole. Brenda leaped forward so far I fell out.
“Yes! Yes! Put it in me there! Fuck my sweet ass!” Your wish is my command. I grabbed the tube of lube out of my bedside drawer, greased her behind and just pushed my way past her tight ring and right on into her rectum. It took her a second or two to adjust and then she started slamming back into me to meet my thrusts.
“You like having your ass fucked, Bren? I didn’t know that about you. Do you want it deep?”
“Yes! I knew it would be like this. I can do it. I can take you and Carl at the same time. Open me up!”
Me and Carl at the same time? Oh, fuck!
We dominated the tournament Saturday. Portage still had big guys on their team, but they seemed uncoordinated and inexperienced. They’d beaten Union the day before and that had surprised a lot of people who thought Union was the real contender in this tournament. Of course, Hudson had dominated the lower bracket, but we were all surprised that it was PHS they were facing in the afternoon. Whitney’s other school was never really known for its boys’ basketball even though they’d won the state tournament for girls’ basketball last year. They took out Harrison in the last game of the evening, though, and Saturday afternoon they were tired.
Hudson was almost as tired after they battled Whitcomb on Friday night. That had been a wild game between the cross-town rivals and had gone into overtime. Our flowing substitution really stumped them in Saturday night’s game and even though it was our closest victory of the season, it had never really been in doubt. As soon as Hudson went to the bench, their team lost momentum.
Rose cuddled up to me on the team bus on the way home.
“Where was Brenda today?” I asked. “I’ve never seen her miss a game.”
“Oh, well… she came down with a bad case of diarrhea… or something. It kind of shakes a girl’s confidence if you are worried every time you do the splits.” Rose grinned at me. Oh. My bad.
Saturday night the casa gathered to celebrate Samantha’s birthday. It was a pretty quiet evening after we came down from the game. Sam and I got the bed with everyone else camped out on the foam mattresses on the floor. It was funny, but Josh was just another body in the room this week. He blended in so well with the rest of the casa—well, except that he had a cock and balls instead of boobs—that no one gave a second thought about being naked with him in the room.
I really wanted to make love to Samantha, but we were both so tired that we just lay in bed holding each other kissing. They were long lazy kisses. Sometimes I wasn’t sure if we were awake. It was like being under water and just surfacing long enough to get a little kiss and drift back into the sea. There was really no question that I was hard and she was wet, we just didn’t have the energy to put the parts together.
That changed when we woke up. I could feel a hand stroking my cock, moving it through Samantha’s slit. I grabbed a condom and fumbled around getting it out of the wrapper. I looked up when it was taken from my hand by Samantha. But the hand was still on my cock. On the other side of Sam, Hannah was reaching across to hold me steady while Sam rolled on the rubber. I almost came. Hannah was holding my cock and stroking it into Sam’s pussy—lining it up—pushing Sam forward to capture it in her smooth warm depths. When I was firmly seated, Hannah lay down behind Samantha and all I could see of her was her hand reaching across us to stroke our sides and occasionally circle a nipple. Samantha was coming in little gasps. It was almost like she was sobbing. She would jerk against me, plunging me deeper, and let out a little gasp. I reached across her and held Hannah to her back as I slid in and out.
I guess there were a few tears leaking down each of our cheeks. Our Hannah was coming back. There had been the one night when she had held Samantha’s hand, looking into her eyes, while Sam and I made love. This time felt so much more intimate.
Sam had grown to love Hannah from the moment the two girls mounted Silk and Rika. Of all the girls in the clan, Samantha had been hit hardest by Hannah’s rejection of us. She’d wept in my arms time and again, mourning our loss. And here was Hannah holding us in her arms while we made love. I realized the position must be pretty hard on her with the cast still on her other arm. In fact, the cast was pressed up against Samantha’s back, but she didn’t seem to care. I rolled us so I was on top and Hannah was beside the two of us putting little kisses on our shoulders. She wouldn’t raise her lips so that either Sam or I could kiss her, so we returned to the long languid kisses of the night before.
None of us wanted it to end.
But when you have the silkiest legs in the world wrapped around your waist and your cock is sliding in and out of a welcoming pussy and you are kissing one lover while the love of your life is petting and kissing you both… well, nothing lasts forever. I exploded and Samantha just kept shuddering through orgasm after orgasm until she collapsed back and went limp. I wrapped an arm around Hannah to hold her to us.
“You two are so beautiful,” she whispered. “You belong together.”
“Hannah, I love you so much,” Sam moaned. “I missed you. We don’t have to have sex, but please love me. Please love me.”
“You deserve so much better than me,” Hannah whispered.
It was our senior year and would be the last Sweetheart Dance of our high school career. We decided the entire casa would go together. Josh and I agreed that we were going to have to dance with every girl. Of course, the college girls wouldn’t be back for this event and Jennifer and Courtney decided they should stay home and play Mom and Mom with the rest of the parents instead of going to a high school dance. Of course, the rest of us knew that Courtney had planned a little surprise Valentine’s date for Jennifer. They’d have fun.
Hannah wasn’t going to go because she hadn’t agreed to become a part of the clan yet—formalities in my opinion. I think Moms had a talk with her and she finally agreed. I don’t mention it much, but Mom and Anna had really taken their role with Hannah seriously. I think their times together were as important in Hannah’s healing as her therapist. I had my show to tape on Saturday morning and when I got home I was told to go play with the boys and come back with Josh at seven to pick up our dates. We’d both have to drive with eight girls between us. I would take Rose, Whitney, Hannah, and Nikki. Josh would take Cassie, Liz, Mary, and Samantha.
When we arrived, our dates paraded out to meet us, giving each of us a light kiss as we pinned flowers on them. When Hannah stood in front of me, I got a surprise. There was no cast on her right arm.
“It’s pretty weak,” she said, “but the doctor said if I was careful I didn’t need to wear a brace tonight.”
“And tomorrow, we’re stepping up the quality of your forms,” Whitney added. “We are going to have to work on both strength and mobility. Gently at first, and then more vigorously. We want you strong and healthy, Hannah.”
“Not only us,” I said. “There’s a horse out there who expects you to ride this spring.”
Hannah, Nikki, and Rose got in the back seat and Whitney stretched her legs in the front. I enjoyed the company of my girlfriends and just listened.
“Why aren’t you Brian’s lover?” Hannah asked Nikki. The two probably understood each other better than anyone else in the casa. They were the two who were in counseling, battled various psychological demons, and even compared drugs. The question sounded like it was out of the blue, but it was asked with such innocence that no one was offended. “I understand Cassie because she’s in love with Josh and is religious. I understand Mary because she’s not ready yet. But you love Brian. Why aren’t you sleeping with him?”
Long pause.
“Because then I’d have to kill all the others,” Nikki sighed. “Well, not you and Cassie and Mary. Or Liz. She can’t help herself. But I really like Samantha and Rose and I don’t want to have to hide the bodies. And it would be way too hard to try to kill Whitney. I’d have to like learn to be a sniper so I didn’t have to get close to her. And then when I got rid of everybody, he wouldn’t want me anyway. It’s just better for me to wait for someone who isn’t so complicated.”
“I understand,” Hannah said brightly. She did? I had no fucking clue!
Nobody made love that night.
Right. So, it’s the Valentine Sweetheart Dance, but nobody wanted to do something that everyone wasn’t going to do. When we got home after the dance and Jennifer and Courtney joined us again, we all spread out in a wagon wheel on the big pads and just held hands. Oh, we all had nice kisses before bed. I was a little concerned when Cassie pushed her naked breasts into my chest and rubbed her mound against my erection, but Josh seemed to be occupied with Jennifer letting him know that he was a welcome part of the casa. I patted Cassie’s bare bottom and she grinned at me.
“If Daddy knew…” she giggled. Yeah. Nikki would have competition killing us all.
Hannah put the lightweight brace on her arm to protect it while we slept, but it didn’t cover her elbow so she had mobility for the first time. She and Nikki cuddled against me—my two craziest girlfriends. We slept.
Courtney and Jennifer were in those positions when I woke up. Rose had wiggled into her favorite position between my legs. Mmm.
I struggled out from my pussy-pile and used the toilet, washed up, and dressed. Then I went to make breakfast for twelve. Uh… fifteen. Had to include the parents.
“I love the fact that you are healing. Getting that cast off must be a huge relief.” I was into my morning monologue while I mixed up the bread ingredients. Hannah had still been cuddled up with Samantha when I came downstairs so I figured I was alone this morning. Maybe that’s why I went a little further in what I was saying.
“I wish you were healing inside, too. When you cuddle with Samantha or me at night, I just know you are still holding back. That ‘damaged goods’ line is a bunch of shit. There isn’t anyone in the house that believes you deserved what that bastard did to you. You keep punishing yourself for shit that no one cares about. We just want you back. Believe me, I understand better than you think. But… we just have to move on. We just can’t keep looking over our shoulders.”
When Hannah spoke, it froze me in place. I really thought she was still upstairs she’d come in so quietly. I probably wouldn’t have been so harsh—so honest, I guess—if I’d thought she was really there. Damn it! Her voice was accusing and cold when she spoke.
“You still feel guilty about killing Lester Hawkins.”
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