The Rock
Part IV: The World Outside
21 The Last Dance
PROM WAS A LOGISTICAL NIGHTMARE. Carl had done the daring and almost unthinkable and bought three tickets. He made no bones about the fact that he was taking both Brenda and Louise to the prom. It used to be that only male-female couples were allowed to go to the prom. The tickets were for two people. Then a few years ago there was an uproar about allowing people to go stag to the big event. Of course, it was almost all girls who went stag. Why would a guy rent a tux and go to a dance if he didn’t have a date?
A couple years ago, a few groups started going together, but they were, again, almost all groups of girls and they bought single tickets. Last year, when I took Whitney and practically married her that night, there were two groups of boys and girls together but none claiming to be another’s date. The school administration shrugged and said, ‘Why should anyone be excluded from the biggest social event of the year just because he or she isn’t part of a couple?’ That meant anyone who was a junior or senior. We talked about it at the clan meeting and all agreed that we weren’t going to go out of our way to take our sophomore cousins to the prom, though any of them who were dating a junior or senior would be welcome.
When George asked Pam, her parents refused to give her permission. Pam was not yet sixteen and technically she and George were only allowed to go out in a group. I’m pretty sure he approached Theresa and was simply told no. Doreen demurred and said she’d had her prom and was really past that. It was beginning to look like George was going stag until Mary asked him. She made it clear that they weren’t dating-dating, but that she’d like to have some hunky arm-candy for her first prom. George had always been Mary’s friend-in-need and stepped up like a man.
Jennifer, Courtney, Sora, Sarah, and Elaine all passed on repeating their prom experiences, so that left Josh and Cassie together and me with Nikki, Samantha, Whitney, Liz, Rose, and Hannah. I was told that I was wrong.
I would be Rose’s date. It wasn’t clear at first if Hannah would be able to buy a ticket on her own. Technically, she was not an enrolled student since she was being home-schooled. Samantha threw a fit in the principal’s office and they permitted her to buy two tickets and take Hannah to the dance. Nikki, Whitney, and Liz would go stag.
It might seem like it was a non-issue. I met Principal Darnell in the hall as I was headed for IUSB after lunch on Wednesday. He stopped me and started to just chit-chat. We’d had conversations before and he’d obviously been on our side when Cassie and I fomented a student revolt two years ago, but we weren’t exactly chit-chat friends. Maybe he did this with all the seniors. Then he got around to the point.
“Your women are going to be the death of me.”
“My women, sir?” I asked. What did he think I was?
“One of them resides in your domicile. I make no connection with you other than the fact that you rescued her, fought for her, and brought her to our school. The other young woman is purported to have secretly married you—in the presence of her parents. You may protest your relationship with either young woman, but they will still be my death.” He shook his head.
“No one that I’m associated with would wish harm upon you—except perhaps Nicolette, but that’s because she wishes harm on just about everyone. It’s under control, though. How can I help to extend your lifespan, sir?” He actually chuckled at me.
“I’m sure nothing. I’m only grousing because someone else should have to share this. We’ve had the so-called ‘stag tickets’ for a few years now and unquestionably, most of those who used them were women.” I noticed that Principal Darnell was always careful to refer to high school girls as women or young women and never as girls. He must have gotten a heavy dose of political correctness after the school board debacle. “This is the first time, however, that a female student has been granted a couple’s ticket to bring a female date to the prom. That means we have to admit that we have a same-sex couple at the dance. As chauvinistic as it is, people are likely to ignore them as much as possible. But having established the precedent, I foresee that there will be a male couple soon. Maybe not next year, but soon. This isn’t San Francisco. There will be an uprising.”
“What are you planning to do, Mr. Darnell?” I thought of Geoff and how he was still in the closet and taking Robyn to the prom.
“I’m going to retire and let my successor deal with it. I’m just not equipped to handle another uprising.”
“Would it help if we had a male couple this year, sir?” He looked at me with horror stitched all over his face. He wagged a finger at me.
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you even think about it.” He turned and walked away. Shit! Next year there could easily be Monte and Ross with Lexi and Judy dealing with this. I wished there was something I could do, but I wasn’t going to be here when the shit hit the fan.
Little did I know.
“Mr. Frost, a moment please.” Ms. Hammer stopped me as I was headed out of her class. I only had a minute to spare before I had to be in my AP Calculus class. “This was dropped off for you before class this morning.” She handed me a brown envelope. “I would not pass this on if it had not been delivered by the office. Please keep your personal papers personal. How is Miss Gordon doing?” The change of subject was so sudden that I didn’t look in the envelope.
“I think she’s doing well, Ms. Hammer. Several of us have been tutoring her and I think she’s back to where she should be at this level.”
“It’s too bad she did so poorly at her last school. I’ve been pleased with the work she has turned in and am hopeful for her when she takes her tests. Please pass my greetings on to her.”
“Yes ma’am.” I rushed to get to Harshbarger’s Calc class.
When I got home for dinner after classes at IUSB, it was just the immediate family. I had to chuckle at what that meant now. Anna had cooked a nice roast with all the trimmings. I gave her a big hug when I came in. She was so sweet and so special to all of us. She really was my other mother. Mom, Dad, Jennifer, Courtney, and Hannah sat at the dining room table with us as I helped Anna move the roast over to where Dad could carve it. At one time, my immediate family was just Mom, Dad, and Betts. Now Betts was in Seattle with her family and there were seven of us at the table.
Dinner conversation was always lively when it was just us. And sometimes a little risqué. It had been awkward at first when Hannah came, but she still had a wicked sense of humor coupled with the apparent innocence of a child when she asked a simple question that made everyone burst out laughing.
“Jennifer, did you ever try to pee standing up? It looks so easy.”
“You should ask Cassie,” Jennifer said. “I understand she took lessons. She said it was, uh… harder than it looked.”
“I did it once,” Mom said. “I had to change my clothes after. My mother was furious.”
“How old were you Marilyn-Mom?” Hannah asked.
“Oh, twenty, I think.” We all burst out laughing.
“By the way, Hannah, I saw Ms. Hammer today and she said to say hi to you. She said you were doing really well and she was looking forward to proctoring your tests,” I said.
“You just stopped and talked to her? She scares the shi… bejezus out of me,” Hannah said.
“She stopped me after class. That reminds me. She gave me an envelope and I haven’t had a chance to see what was in it yet. Excuse me for a minute, please.” I got up and went up to my room to look for the brown envelope in my bag. I brought it back to the table. “She said the office delivered it, so maybe there’s information about graduation or something.” I opened the clasp and shook out the papers in the envelope.
“What is it, Brian?” Dad asked.
“Um… it’s… uh… poetry.”
“Do you have a secret admirer?” Courtney giggled. “Love poems?”
“Not exactly. Ms. Streeter told me a few weeks ago that she’d entered me in the State Forensics competition again this year to read poetry. I told her I didn’t have any new stuff to read. I think I do now,” I said.
“Who is Nat Hart?” Anna asked, looking over my shoulder. “Oh! This is dark. May I read them?”
“If you want to. A couple years ago when I was in Ms. Streeter’s speech class, she had me read poetry. I did pretty well. I didn’t know what to read and I’d asked around. Then I got some poems in the mail. There was just a note and a photocopy of a published piece. It just said ‘Use these if you dare.’ I did.”
“You would not believe what we went through trying to track down the original work,” Jennifer joined in. “The published piece was in a magazine that had ceased publishing ten years ago.”
“Up until that time, I thought Nicolette had written them because she had told me I should read her poems and get thrown out of school. And I nearly did. There was an inquisition after I read the pieces.”
“Why don’t you think they are Nicolette’s now?” Mom asked. “This sounds like something she would write.”
“I kind of confronted her and she actually had a copy of the magazine that the original poem appeared in. It was, indeed, over ten years old. Then she had me look in the front. The magazine was edited by Ms. Streeter. I found out eventually that Nat Hart was a pen name Ms. Streeter used at the University of Illinois so she could publish her own poems,” I said.
“This dark, bloody, and violent poetry was written by one of your teachers?” Anna asked as she shared the paper with Mom.
“I don’t know anymore. I confronted Ms. Streeter and she was real cagey about answering anything. Then she told me she had entered me again this year. I didn’t think any more about it because I didn’t have any new poetry. Then one day Nikki asked me why I hadn’t read any of her poetry this year. I couldn’t tell if she was being serious or teasing me. The competition is a month away and all of a sudden I have more poems.”
Everyone at the table was absorbed in reading the new batch of poems. There were three and I was looking over Dad’s shoulder now as he read one. Mom and Anna were reading together and Hannah, Jennifer, and Courtney were reading one.
“Oh God! That gives me shivers,” Courtney said. “She’s going to pay for her dreams with her pain. She lets the dream master pull out her teeth. Oh-oh-oh. I can’t read any more.” Courtney put her hands over her eyes while Jennifer continued to read.
I was glad when all three girls decided to share my bed that night.
The clan parents did their thing on Saturday before the prom. We had our own fleet of limousines. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but not much of one. We must have made the florist’s monthly budget with the number of corsages that were picked up Saturday morning. I was pleased that I remembered exactly what to order for Rose. My first time in that shop, the florist had thought Rose was my date. The corsage was red roses with a spray of baby’s breath. I was looking forward to pinning it on her.
We were all at the Studebaker Center for our group dinner and pre-dance. This way, all the younger kids who weren’t going to prom got a party, too. All our parents were there and as usual, us guys were standing waiting for our dates to be announced. All the girls would get a grand entrance. All the girls who weren’t going to the prom got to be princesses. I was happy that Sarah had come home ‘just for the night’ to be a princess for her sister. The parade was stunning. Well, the girls had coordinated everything, including the guys’ tuxes. None of us had cummerbunds with our tuxes. Instead, Josh and I wore our red belts with red bow ties. Carl wore his green belt and a green tie. Doug’s was blue. And, of course, Lionel, being the only one of our group who could have pulled it off, wore yellow. It was cool that Geoff wore his white belt with a white tie. He looked really classy.
Then came the ladies. I don’t know how they managed it. Every girl wore her casa’s colors. I had to say, Robyn was the one girl in our whole clan who probably deserved to wear the white dress she had on. I knew she and Geoff weren’t fooling around and she was the most vocal about staying a virgin. I mean, Cassie and Mary were virgins and Nikki might as well have been, but in our casa, no one was all that ‘innocent.’ We spent every weekend nude together. Robyn was escorted by Nancy, looking sweet and innocent as her fifteen years indicated she was. Both had their white belts at their waists.
Rhiannon, escorted by Theresa and Doreen, wore a light blue gown that just set off her looks and her blue belt matched Doug’s accessories. Susan presented Sugar to Lionel. Sugar wore a cream dress and her yellow belt. When Susan handed off Sugar, Rich presented his arm to her. He wasn’t in a tux, but I noticed he wore his yellow belt.
Brenda and Louise wore matching green dresses and were escorted by Lexi and Judy, each having her green belt cinched around her waist. After Carl pinned flowers on his lovers and escorted them to the dinner table, Monte and Ross stepped up to escort Lexi and Judy.
Our youngest clan member, Pam, escorted Mary to meet George. They were practically a rainbow. George wore his green belt, Mary her red belt, and Pam her white belt. I was thinking if we organized them right we’d have a Caprese salad.
Everyone got a kick out of the fact that Leonard was Cassie’s princess. He was pretty geeky, but he dressed up all right. He wore some kind of Nehru jacket with braid down the front and his white belt. Cassie was beautiful in a pink dress that was off one shoulder and her red belt. Josh stepped up and took her hand and Leonard went to join Pam and Nancy.
Nikki wore pale yellow, cut so low and wide that her rose tattoo was clearly visible. It was stunning. Whitney, royal blue with a short party skirt. On Whitney, a short skirt is really high off the floor and showed long shapely legs. Liz wore the same emerald green as our novia gis. It was sleeveless but cut from below her armpits up to a high collar exposing a million freckles. Each had her red belt. They were escorted by Jennifer and Courtney.
I held my breath. I knew what came next, but I hadn’t seen either girl in her gown. I couldn’t believe what I saw. They were not only going to the prom together, they were going to rub it in. Sarah approached with Hannah on her left, dressed in a pale green gown. I was sure it was the same one Sarah wore when I took her to the prom. As they entered the room, Samantha approached from behind her and Sarah placed the two girls’ hands together. Everyone was speechless.
Samantha was wearing a tux. Well, not exactly a tux. In the movie Flashdance, there is a scene where Jennifer Beals wears a tux top out on a date. When the dude’s ex-wife shows up, Jennifer takes off the jacket and there is just the bib front of the tux shirt and cuffs. Yeah. That was the kind of tux Samantha wore with a short shiny black skirt and her red belt wrapped around her like a cummerbund. Well, we were going to make a sexy appearance at the prom. That was for sure.
This year, my date was the last to make her appearance. Elaine and Sora had made a special trip up just for dinner and were both headed back south as soon as we left for the prom. Both girls wore soft white short gowns that were off one shoulder like a Greek goddess but were belted with their red belts. Between them was an absolute vision. There was no question that Rose was my casa’s queen. Last year she’d started letting her blonde hair grow out. It wasn’t platinum like Brenda’s, but soft and golden. It was full and shoulder length with a circlet of flowers woven into it. Between her hair and her dress was an acre of bare, shapely décolletage. Her strapless dress had to have been taped to her nipples. If she had areolae the size of Brenda’s, she’d never have been able to wear the dress. It was cinched tight at the waist with her red belt, of course, but below that the white at the waist gave way to a full skirt of red roses. I almost wept, she was so beautiful.
I approached her with the flower and just stared at her bosom. No way.
“If you pin that to my dress, you’ll have to keep your hand on my boob all night to keep me from exposing myself. I know I didn’t warn you, but we came prepared.”
Elaine snapped a band around Rose’s left wrist and helped me correctly pin the corsage to the band. Apparently, Rose had worked out the details with the florist without my knowing it.
Wow! I was going to have the most beautiful woman at the prom on my arm. And the rest of the most beautiful women at the prom would be at my table.
Once at the prom, checked in, and photographed, we were all pretty much just together. We all danced with each other. If it was a fast song, it was mostly just all of us in a group. On some of the slow songs I danced with different girls but through most of the dances I held Rose in my arms. She left no doubt in my mind as to where this date was going to end. I didn’t think she’d be going home this weekend. Hannah allowed one slow dance with me, but she still liked the fast songs better. That was okay. At one time, though, I thought she was going to shake herself right out of her dress. Samantha reached over and surreptitiously pulled her top up at one point.
“You’ve got to watch that,” I leaned in and said to Hannah. “You remember what happened to your sister when she wore that dress.” Hannah laughed.
“Do you think Samantha will get lucky tonight?” she asked. I was a little speechless but then both girls broke out laughing.
“You are going to be too busy to know,” Sam said and pointed me back toward Rose.
Oh yeah.
About midway through the dance I noticed another girl dancing with Geoff and Robyn. She was a knockout. She came back to our table with them and sat as if it had all been pre-arranged.
“Geoff, how about introductions?” Rose said. She smiled at them. Trust Rose to come straight to the point. The girl was elegant, tall and if slightly built, still a hint of shape beneath the sheath dress she wore.
“This is Kay,” Geoff said to the table at large. “She came stag to the dance but Robyn and I have adopted her.” In fact, Geoff was holding both girls’ hands. This was really going to help his reputation.
“Nice to meet you, Kay. I’m Brian,” I said. She just smiled and whispered thank you.
Slow music came on and Rose had me by the hand and on the dance floor. She seemed particularly eager to be very close to me and I was happy to oblige.
“What do you think?” she whispered to me.
“Think of what, darling? I think you are the most beautiful and sensual girl at the prom.”
“Not me. What do you think of Geoff’s new girlfriend?”
“She’s beautiful. What’s with that? I mean… it looks good for Geoff, but he’s… well, you know.”
“You really didn’t get it! That’s wonderful!” Rose said as she reached up to kiss me. “Guys are so clueless.”
“What are you talking about? And why is Robyn so cool with this?”
“That’s Kevin.”
“What?”
“Kay is our own dear Kevin Hoffsteader.”
“In drag?”
“Shhh! I think they are going to pull it off. Isn’t it sweet?”
“It’s great but…” I thought about my encounter with Principal Darnell. I hoped he didn’t blame me. “I’m just worried about Geoff.”
“It will be okay.”
And it was okay. For a while. It fell apart when Barry, our resident basketball liability asked Kay to dance. She… He said no. Barry got indignant. You’d think he’d have learned his lesson the night he grabbed Whitney, but Barry just doesn’t have very good self-control. And he’s got a big mouth. He pulled Kay to him and felt a surprise.
“You’re no girl! You’re a guy in drag! A fag!”
Shit! Rose and I headed back from the dance floor but I was way too far away to get in front of him. Fortunately, Carl wasn’t. Neither was Sam.
“And I’m a girl in drag,” Sam said, unbuttoning her jacket and showing that her shirt bib barely covered her tits. “What do you want to make of it?”
“You’re both disgusting,” Barry yelled. “You should both have the crap beat out of you.”
“You want to try it, Barry?” Carl said coldly. Whitney was beside him by the time I could reach them. “You’ve got to grow up, kid. These are my friends and my family. It makes no difference to me what race they are or what sexual orientation. At the moment, gays are far more welcome here than you are.” Barry fell back a step but a crowd had begun to gather. Geoff stepped into the middle beside Carl and shocked us all.
“Carl, you know you’re talking about me,” Geoff said softly. “I’m gay.”
“I know that, cousin,” Carl said. “I’ve known it since about sixth grade. Makes no difference. We’d welcome you into our casa.”
“That… that freak saw us in the locker room! He’s been getting his jollies all season looking at our junk!” Barry screamed.
“What difference would it make if he had?” Carl said. “He never made a move on you. Maybe you’d like it if somebody told Monica Mason that you’d been looking up her skirt at every opportunity.”
“You’ve what?” a girl screamed. I knew Monica and she was a terror when she wanted to be. Somehow, though, I had a feeling that her indignation was a little put on. “You pervert! What other girls have you been peeking at? I thought I saw you looking down Sophie’s blouse the other day. You make it look so innocent because you are tall. You’re a pervert!”
Barry was on the defensive but that wasn’t always a good place to put Barry. He didn’t think. He didn’t talk. He just took a swing at Geoff.
His hand stopped short. He’d just met the rock.
Whitney stared Barry in the eye as she started to crush his hand in hers. She’d been so fast I hadn’t even seen her. She just grabbed Barry’s hand before it made contact.
“I warned you once about being grabby,” Whitney said coldly. “I guess you really don’t want to play basketball again, do you?” Barry dropped to his knees while Whitney continued to squeeze.
“Whitney! Release!” Coach Hancock stepped into our group and snapped at Whitney. Barry’s hand was clasped in front of him and Whitney’s were held in a respectful salute as she bowed her head. “Barry, it’s time you left for the evening before you end up being suspended,” Coach said. He glanced at Whitney. “Or worse.”
“I’ll escort him out, Coach,” Lionel said. Barry was tall, but still three inches shorter than Lionel who’d apparently topped out at 6'10". Coach nodded and Lionel pushed Barry toward the door. I was glad my buddy had jumped in. Having a black guy escort another black guy to the door kept it from becoming a racial incident as well as sexual. We all breathed a sigh of relief.
“Everybody back to dancing,” Coach called. “Nothing to see here. Move along now.” He turned to Whitney who still had her head bowed. He put a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you. You did a good job. I didn’t want too much information to get out. You understand?”
“Yes, Coach. Thank you for stopping me.”
“You look lovely tonight. It is occasionally permitted for teachers to have a dance at the prom with favorite students. May I have the pleasure?” Whitney looked up at him. He was one of the few men she could look up to.
“The pleasure would be mine, Coach.” We watched them and discovered that Coach was a pretty good dancer. After the number his wife joined them and they just stood there chatting and laughing for a few minutes. I don’t think I’d ever met Mrs. Hancock before. She was almost as tall as Whitney. We relaxed and sat around the table catching our breath.
“You make a beautiful girl, Kevin,” Monica said sidling up to him. “All the other girls have been jealous all evening. It’s going to be such fun when they realize they’ve been jealous of a boy.” We all laughed and Monica talked a bit with some of the others at our table. She’s a junior and soon wandered off to join the group she’d come with.
“Welcome to the ‘out and about’ club,” Kevin said to Geoff.
“Yeah, well… we almost pulled it off. Carl, did you really mean what you said?”
“That I knew?”
“Well, that. I mean about me joining your casa.” Carl looked at Brenda and Louise and they nodded.
“We have to confirm with our younger members, but I don’t think there will be a problem.”
“Uh… Robyn?” Kevin asked. “Mind if I steal your boyfriend tonight?”
“As long as you get me home before you start making out, I’m good with it. Geoff, can we still be friends? I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you this year. I think I’m going to be one of those girls who always has a gay best friend,” Robyn said. Geoff surprised us all by leaning over and giving Robyn a deep and soulful kiss.
“Don’t take that wrong, Robyn, but I can never thank you enough for being with me this year.”
“Does it bother you?” Rose asked as I led her into our quiet house.
“Geoff and Kevin? Not really. It’s a relief to have Geoff out of the closet, though we need to be watchful and not leave him alone in a vulnerable spot.”
“I knew you’d say that. But I meant does it bother you that Hannah is spending the night with Samantha?”
“Oh. No. Do you know how much progress she’s made the past few months? I know you do. I mean, Sam loves Hannah as much as I do. Always has. And I think Hannah is sweet on her, too. Every step forward is a good step. And Jennifer, Courtney, and Sarah are all over there, too. I bet they don’t sleep all night,” I laughed.
“Darling, we might not sleep tonight either,” Rose said as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me with so much love I could feel it in my toes. “Take me to bed, lover, my cónyuge. Make love to me, Brian.”
I took the flower from her wrist, moistened it and put it in the refrigerator. Then I led her up the stairs to my bedroom where she showed me the special combination that would release her beautiful breasts from the confines of that incredible gown. I couldn’t to this day tell you who the prom king and queen were, but I could spend an hour describing Rose—her dress, her hair, her scent, the touch of her skin, the taste of her lips. When her dress fell away, she was wearing only her high heels and holding her arms out to me.
She helped me out of my tux and made teasing remarks about the fact that I was wearing boxers under it. I’m usually a briefs guy, but Jennifer and Courtney had given me a pair of red silk boxers especially for prom. Before long, they were in the pile with the rest of my clothes and I led Rose to the bed. She sat and I lifted each foot to take off her heels, pausing to kiss her toes. I massaged her feet and worked my way up her legs as she lay back enjoying having me pamper her.
When I reached the top of her legs, I moved to help her stretch out on my bed. She had a dreamy look on her face as I massaged her arms and then worked on her torso. I was trying to be kind and gentle, not focusing on sex but on making her feel good. I’m a guy, though, and when I got to those magnificent breasts, I couldn’t help but spend time caressing them, kissing them, and tonguing her little nipples. Fortunately, that helped make her feel good, too.
I kissed my way down her stomach and over her mound and then succumbed to the lure of her intoxicating scent. Rose was already on her way and when I finally touched her little bud, she was off like a rabbit. Her juices ran freely and she was moaning. She reached for a pillow to stifle her scream but I snatched it away.
“There are only the two of us in the house, love,” I said. “Don’t muffle your joy. Let me hear you. Let me watch your beautiful face as you come. Let it out.”
She did. The scream could have roused the neighbors and they were a long way away. That scream was second only to the one that followed when I entered her. She wrapped her legs around me and I plunged deep within her, finally unleashing a torrent into her waiting pussy.
She was right. We didn’t get much sleep.
I woke up spooned behind Rose with my cock still nudging at the wet heat of her pussy. Her big, full breast and tiny tight nipple were pressed into my left palm. I breathed deeply of her scent, still aroused, and gave an experimental nudge. Her legs opened and her hand helped guide my renewed erection into her waiting vagina. I kissed my way across her shoulders and she sighed.
“I love you, Brian.”
“I love you, Rose.”
“Did you know we have company?”
“We do?” A hand stroked my shoulder from behind and a soft, naked girl rolled toward me to synchronize her movements with my slow, steady thrusts into Rose.
“Good morning, my novia.”
“Good morning, precious. Where are the others?”
“We’re all here,” Samantha said from beyond Hannah. Her hand reached my side.
“We couldn’t sleep,” Hannah whispered. “So we all came home.”
“All?”
“I love you, Brian and Rose,” Jennifer and Courtney said together from down on the floor.
“We all love you,” Whitney said. I lifted my head a little so I could see over Rose. Sarah was stretched out, kissing her. On the floor, Nikki, Liz, and Mary joined the others. A little way away from them, Cassie was spooned against Josh. Only Sora and Elaine were missing. They said they were going back to school last night after dinner.
Rose moaned into Sarah’s mouth and I let my hand slide down from her boob to her little pussy where we were joined. I found Sarah’s hand already there but she moved further down to cup my balls as I took over stimulating Rose’s clit.
“You two are so beautiful,” Mary said. “One day, I’m going to be ready for that.”
“You can come help Josh, Honey,” Cassie said just loudly enough that we could hear her. I really couldn’t focus on what was going on that far away. Rose was reaching her climax and I knew I wouldn’t be far away with Sarah massaging my balls.
“I love you, Rose,” I repeated. “I love you, my queen.”
I came remarkably hard for the number of times we’d made love during the night.
“Here’s coffee. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes,” Sora said, coming up the stairs. “I swear that girl can’t cook unless she’s talking. I’ve been laughing so hard I had to bring coffee upstairs so I could catch my breath.” Sora was just as naked as the rest of us and had a tray full of cups and the coffee pot.
“Sora! I thought you and Elaine went back south last night,” I said.
“It’s funny. We went over to her house and played games with her mom and brother and completely lost track of time. It was like five o’clock this morning when we decided to come over to make you breakfast. Then everybody else showed up. We all fell asleep. Elaine and I woke up and decided to make breakfast half an hour ago. Damn!” she sniffed. “I missed you making love, didn’t I? I love to be in the room when you two make love.”
When did Rose and me making love become a communal activity? No one seemed embarrassed or upset. Even Nikki. She was proudly showing off her rose tattoo and made some comment that she was going to add flames around it because it was obvious that Casa del Fuego and Rose went together. I wasn’t sure I could endure another tattoo session with her.
Elaine appeared at the top of the stairs, walked over to us and inhaled deeply.
“Breakfast is ready. Don’t you two bother to shower. We all want to inhale your scent.” She bussed Rose on the cheek and leaned in far enough to give me a light kiss on the lips. I squeezed Rose in my arms and she squeezed me with her pussy, which caused my now-limp dick to pop out along with a good dose of our combined fluids.
“Okay,” Rose said, “but someone might have to mop up after me.”
I loved my family. We really were a family. We all went our separate ways and then we all came back together—were drawn back together. We weren’t all that I knew we could become, but we were becoming closer each and every day. As we sat at the breakfast table, Rose sat on my lap. Hannah and Sarah leaned against us from either side. Cassie and Mary shared Josh’s knees and fed him bites of a big batch of scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes Elaine had made. I had both hands full and was being fed my breakfast by one girlfriend and given sips of my coffee by another. We laughed and talked and compared notes about our night together. Around one o’clock, we heard the garage door open and Moms and Dad drove in. We all scrambled to get sort of dressed.
I love my family.
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