The Rock
26 Commencing
THE FOOT-RUB never got off the ground. There was just too much excitement when we got home and our casa crashed in my room. Hannah wore socks, even though she was otherwise naked like the rest of us. We sat around talking about the new company, how she’d arrived at the name Hearthstone Entertainment, and millions of questions that didn’t have answers yet, but Hannah had a clipboard and was jotting down notes. Eventually, we just sort of collapsed in a pile.
There was a fair amount of cuddling and some very specific rubbing. I was pretty sure Josh and Cassie made love with Mary tucked up tightly against them. Nikki and Hannah were sandwiched between Liz and Sarah. At one point during the night, I was sucked into Samantha’s pussy. There’d been no foreplay and I wondered aloud how she’d gotten so wet.
“Brian, my love, sometimes when we aren’t even touching, I think of you and how much I love you and all of a sudden it’s like my Jill is weeping for joy because you are my cónyuge,” she whispered. “How did we ever manage to have such a loving family? I believe…” She was getting close and I knew that just holding her silky skin against me would be enough to push me over the edge. I loved her so much. “I believe it was Heaven-sent,” she gasped as she came on me. Yes. Heaven had sent me my family.
It was Whitney who licked me off after I got rid of the condom and held me in her mouth until I’d regained my strength and we drank from each other’s fountains.
Eventually, it was Rose who crawled up my body and sank onto my cock. I held her tightly and she didn’t try to move. She just lay on top of me after we were joined and we kissed.
“It’s happening, Brian,” she whispered. “Tonight was a demonstration of what she’s capable of. She’s going to become your lover soon.”
“Maybe, but you are still our queen,” I whispered.
“Brian, words cannot come close to telling you how I feel about hearing you say that. I love you.” She moved up and down on me slightly and I got the message. “Remember, when the time comes, you don’t need to use a condom with Hannah unless she wants you to.”
“I’m not going to start wearing a condom with you instead, Rose. I couldn’t. Not now.”
“This will be the first. You can have us both bareback. I don’t think I could give up this feeling either.”
“I still don’t think it will work. What if she got pregnant again? I’d be panicked the whole time we made love,” I whispered. Do I want to make love with Hannah? Oh, God, yes! I still didn’t think she was ready.
“It never really sank in, did it?” Rose whispered. “Brian, Hannah will never get pregnant again. You rupturing that bastard’s balls was the best payment. He beat on her stomach to destroy the baby. He destroyed her uterus, too. She’ll never get pregnant. And Brian, if some miracle happened and she conceived, both she and the whole casa would protect that child with our lives. It would make her the happiest girl in the world.”
Rose moved enough on me to keep me hard and in her but not enough to get me off. We went to sleep with her lying on top of me squeezing my cock in her pussy.
I woke up in the morning coming in her.
“Rose thinks we’ll be lovers soon,” I said as I punched down the bread. I’d managed to be almost silent as I slipped out of my cónyuge and she hugged Samantha and Whitney to her while I went to make bread. I was carrying on my usual morning talk with Hannah, not knowing if she was listening.
“I don’t know how I feel about that. I mean… Of course, I want to make love to you. I want to feel our connection and know that you feel it, too. But I want to be in you in a different way, sweetheart. I want to be in your heart like you are in mine. We don’t have to have sex for that, you know. What’s that song? ‘If it takes forever, I will wait for you.’ You made such a wonderful statement to Nikki last night. We are one family. I will not forsake you.”
It seemed strange to be up Saturday morning and know that my entire season—maybe my career in television—was over. Okay, that was a bit harsh. But not having to go to the studio on Saturday morning to film was still something I was getting used to. I wondered what my class schedule would be like next year and when the best time to film would be. I’d have to make sure that Hannah always knew what my schedule was and the condition of my class work so we didn’t get things scheduled when I had an exam coming up. We were really going to have to work on planning—even for my schoolwork.
It also dawned on me that we were headed for the last year-end party at Brenda’s house. I got up to make breakfast for my casa and before long we were laughing and joking with each other as we realized we were really out of school. I made a big potful of Swedish meatballs to take over to Brenda’s. I wondered how long it would take for the guys to go through the five pounds of ground beef I used.
“Bri-an.” I knew that sing-song voice spelled trouble. Brenda plastered herself against me in the pool with her legs wrapped around my waist. Somehow Rhiannon managed to get on my back and sit on Brenda’s feet with her own legs wrapped around the two of us. Not all the way around, but far enough that I felt like a girlfriend sandwich.
“My amigas,” I said. “You on my back already wore me down to a stump this week.”
“Yeah, but me on your front can feel that it’s re-growing,” Brenda laughed. “Mmm. Yeah. That feels so good.” She wiggled her pussy against my growing hard-on. Her bikini was so skimpy there wasn’t much more between us than the time over spring break a couple years ago when I’d come all over the two of us.
“Besides, Rose told us it was still fully functional this morning,” Rhiannon laughed. Then she licked my ear. Damn! If these girls knew what that did to me. Brenda squealed. Apparently, she figured it out.
“If you do that again, my bottoms are coming off right here in the pool,” Brenda growled. She was already topless. The feeling on my back told me Rhiannon was, too. I cupped Brenda’s bare tit in one hand and worked the other around to squeeze Rhiannon’s ass. Brenda pressed her tongue into my mouth and I was fully rigid. When we broke our kiss, somehow Rhiannon had managed to move around enough to get her lips on mine. She kept working her way around to where she was almost in front of me, but Brenda was not giving up her contact with my cock. Still, I was able to dip my head just into the pool and nip at her tits.
Brenda licked the ear opposite where Rhiannon had and pushed her tits into my chest. I really didn’t think I should shoot off in the pool. “Don’t you think we need a pool in Bloomington?” she whispered.
Ah, so that’s it. They wanted a pool at our new home. It’s not like I didn’t like the pool. Or the naked girls that it implied. But a pool? In Indiana? It’s one thing to have one in a neighborhood with a caretaker. It’s something altogether different to have one in your back yard. Who’d take care of it?
“I don’t know, Brenda.” I bent my head and sucked her big nipple into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue. She whined. “We’d have to get that cleared with Anna. Then she’d want to come over here and watch how we played in the pool. Then she’d want to bring Mom and Dad and they’d want to play. I don’t know if I could take that.”
“How about a hot tub, then?” Brenda asked as I turned to give Rhiannon’s breast equal treatment. “It’s not as much work and you can move or sell it if it doesn’t work out.”
“And just think. With our own hot tub, there would be naked girls out there all the time,” Rhiannon added.
“And when we’re naked, you know what we want. We could have a condom dispenser right next to the hot tub.”
“And a new rule that anyone naked in the hot tub was yours to take.”
“Hey!” I said. “What about the other half dozen guys in our clan? Are you offering your bodies to all takers?”
“Oh. Well. Hmm. I’d have to think about it,” Brenda said. “For a couple seconds.”
“But what about a hot tub. Even without the ‘fair game’ rule?” Rhiannon asked. Brenda was still rubbing her pussy against my cock, but Rhiannon had managed to edge far enough around that I was holding both girls up by their butt cheeks and letting my fingers move down into their cracks.
“Well… um…” How to address this? “We’ve kind of hit up the parents in our casa as much as we possibly can. And your folks are paying for the new bunkhouse. I don’t know who we’d get to pay for something like that.” I slipped my hands into their bikini bottoms and found wetness that was a lot hotter than the pool water. I managed to get a finger into each of them. Both girls whined in my ears and then both licked them. I jerked in reaction.
“That does it,” Brenda said, reaching between us to stroke my cock against her pussy. “Do you have any condoms here?”
“Uh, not in the pool.”
“Then let’s go to my bedroom.”
I thought she was teasing.
Standing in front of naked Brenda in her bedroom as she pulled one foot above her head in a standing splits and having Rhiannon roll a condom onto my cock convinced me otherwise.
“Seven minutes in heaven,” Brenda announced after we’d had dinner and were all piled into her family room. Every year it had been the same. I started to hide my eyes but Brenda came stalking over toward me waving a condom package at me. Oh shit! “Brian and… Who wants to volunteer?” she asked as she dropped the condom in my lap. I swear even Geoff raised his hand. I was so embarrassed.
“It could be someone else this year,” I complained. “Why do I always end up going first?”
“Aw. Poor baby,” Brenda laughed. “Let’s see. We’ve been doing this since sixth grade. And Cassie was the first girl to get seven minutes in heaven with Brian.”
“He kissed me,” Cassie sighed.
“Really? In sixth grade?” Louise exclaimed.
“I asked him to,” Cassie said. “We kissed a lot that summer before I got stupid and ran away.”
“Wow!”
“At the end of seventh grade, it was Rose,” Brenda declared.
“Um… we did a little more than kiss. Um… just a little. Brian had to sort of check to see if my boobs had grown over the past year.”
“You didn’t!” Brenda shouted. “You never said anything.”
“Brian never talks. I figured I shouldn’t either,” Rose explained. “I made him check at least once a year.”
“Eighth grade,” Brenda said.
“That was me,” Hannah said. “He kissed me and I broke up with him and ran crying out of the room. I’m sorry.” I reached over and kissed her softly.
“All better now.”
“Oh yeah,” she said. “I’ve spent most of my life doing stupid things, I guess.” I pulled Hannah into my arms and she whispered, “I love you.”
“Freshman year was the year of the great catastrophe,” Brenda said. “It was tragic, really. Brian and Renee were in the closet and the doorknob fell off. It took us forever to get it open.”
“I was so scared,” Renee said. “It was dark and spooky and I was naked and… Oops. Anyway, Brian comforted me.”
“Yeah. We all heard,” Doug said.
“Sophomore year, I cheated,” Brenda said. “Carl and I had broken up and I claimed my seven minutes with Brian. He was so sweet. He just held me and rocked me as I cried.” Carl reached over and hugged Brenda and she kissed him. “Don’t ever break up with me again,” she told him. “Either of you,” she added, looking at Louise.
“And who was the junior winner?” Louise asked, preening.
“Slut! You were!” Brenda laughed. “You told me if I didn’t put Brian in the closet with you, you’d keep Carl away from me for a month.”
“Brian and I had to have a little discussion about how to treat my girlfriend,” Louise said. “The closet was the only place private enough to say what needed to be said. And kiss.”
“Oooh.”
“So that brings us to graduation. There are so many girls who have not had a chance to have Brian in the closet for seven minutes of heaven. Though it seems that a lot of people have had seven minutes of heaven elsewhere. And in answer to a childhood dream, we turn to a new generation. We turn to our newly minted Junior, Judy! Seven minutes in heaven.” Judy grabbed my hand and dragged me to the closet as everyone else laughed.
“Brian, we said once that there wasn’t as much difference between eighteen and sixteen as there was between fifteen and thirteen,” she whispered to me anxiously. “I’ve been waiting four years. Please kiss me and touch me like a lover. I love my compañera, but I’ve always held a fantasy of the boy who took 4-H Foods and who arranged to have me protected when I went to junior high school.”
We kissed and she pulled my hand up to touch her breast. I was confident now that at least I wasn’t stealing any of her ‘firsts’ from her. We just kissed and petted for the full seven minutes. It goes really fast when you are having fun. The door opened and I adjusted myself so I wasn’t obscenely pointing at her on the way out. Lexi grabbed my hand and dragged me down next to her.
“When I get my seven minutes with you,” she whispered, “I plan to be naked.”
None of us went home Saturday night. The whole clan was at the party and we just stayed there. We sat up and talked most of the night. Most of us were graduating on Sunday. It seemed like there was a constant shuffle going on all night long. Someone would stand to get a Coke or go off to the bathroom and when they came back someone else was in their spot and they were pulled down in a new location. Even Nikki moved a little, though she was always within reach of me or Liz. Or Hannah or Rose. Or Josh or Cassie or Mary. Her circle was widening.
I’d flopped back and closed my eyes with my head in Samantha’s silky lap when I felt a weight on top of me and found Theresa stretched out full-length on me. I’d long since stopped trying to hide my reaction to all the girls still in their bikinis. I just wrapped my arms around her and held her for a while. I’m not sure when she moved away and I woke up with my head in Cassie’s lap and Mary on top of me. Jennifer and Courtney were cuddled next to us.
I awoke in the morning looking into deep green eyes and smiled. I turned my head and saw a second pair. My sister girlfriends. They’d found a blanket somewhere and spread it over us.
“I love you,” I whispered. Both girls pulled my arms more snugly around them and we drifted off to sleep again.
After breakfast, we all had to rush to our homes to get ready for commencement. When Hannah and I walked into the kitchen, we found her parents sitting with Mom, Dad, and Anna at the table. Hannah rushed to her mother and gave her a hug and then turned to her father.
“You’re here, Daddy!” Hannah flung herself into her father’s outstretched arms and both of them were crying. “You came. What about the bishop?”
“I told him my responsibility was first to my family and he could read the appointments without my presence. I’ve been assigned to the French Lick Church. It’s a little church but I think it will be a healing community. It’s time for us to all do some healing, don’t you think,” Brighty said. Hannah nodded.
“Did you hear, Daddy? I did it. I really did it!”
“I knew you would graduate when you were back where you were meant to be.”
“Oh, yeah. That. But I really negotiated a contract and raised money for our show. I was successful and I have a job and my family and I’m happy. Daddy, I’m happy!”
None of us could keep our eyes dry. I went to dress for commencement. Jennifer and Courtney took Hannah to get her ready. I about fell back down the stairs when I reached my room. Betts was sitting on my bed bouncing Maddie on her knee. Addison and Allen were sitting beside her.
“You came back for my graduation!” I yelled, grabbing my sister in a hug that almost crushed Maddie between us.
“I told you I’d be out there watching you get your diploma, squirt. You didn’t think I’d go back on my word, did you?”
I turned and shook Allen’s hand and then pulled Addison into a hug. She’d changed this year. Her natural blonde hair had completely grown out and she’d dropped the grunge look.
“You’re looking great,” I said.
“Thanks. I wish I’d gotten here in time for the party yesterday. We couldn’t fly out until afternoon because my brother had to work on Saturday morning!” Addison said. “I hope we can hang out a little this week. They wouldn’t let me tell you I was coming. I’d like to see your new house in Bloomington.”
“I think it can be arranged,” I said. “I think everyone wants to go down there. We can hardly wait to move.”
I shooed them out of the room and showered. Jennifer slipped in and made sure I was good and clean. Then she dressed me and helped me into my cap and gown. I met Hannah at the foot of the stairs.
The pictures of the two of us in our caps and gowns were really good. Really good.
Hannah sat beside me in the gymnasium tapping her red heels together as if they were Dorothy’s ruby slippers. She held my hand all through the speeches and I thought once or twice I heard her humming.
“Hannah Gordon,” announced Mr. Darnell. “Hannah has taken the position of Producer for the television show ‘Young Cooking, starring Brian Frost.’”
Hannah jumped out of her seat and almost ran to get her diploma. I suppose people thought we were crazy the way we were hooting and howling. I almost didn’t hear my own name.
“Brian Frost, graduating Magna Cum Laude. Brian has been awarded a full scholarship and State Honors Grant to Indiana University where he will enter as a freshman with sophomore standing,” Principal Darnell said. I crossed the stage and he shook my hand as Ms. Hammer handed me my diploma. “I wish you much success, Brian.”
“Thank you, sir. I hope you enjoy your retirement.”
“No re-admittance,” Ms. Hammer said to me. She grinned and I broke up laughing.
When everyone had received their diplomas, we who were graduating all stood and faced our parents and families. Everyone expected us to turn the tassels on our caps from right to left. We did, but we weren’t finished yet. “One! Two! Three!” I shouted. We all pulled our gowns open to show our prison-striped shirts to everyone.
“Prison break!” we all shouted. It was a great way to end my time in high school.
The receiving line stretched on forever. Mostly people walked down the outside of the line and then just stepped in to greet grads that they particularly wanted to see. Our clan all clustered together at the end of the row and as soon as people had pictures of the lot of us together, we took off our gowns and proudly displayed our matching shirts and casa belts tied around our waists. It was just the start of a long day.
Our parents and friends all stood around us. There were lots of pictures. Lots of handshakes. Lots of kisses. I was shaking hands with Coach Hancock when the crowd around us got really quiet. I heard Sarah scream. Not a bad scream; a really excited scream. I looked up and into the eyes of Heaven.
“Jessica! Jessica!” I couldn’t get any other words out. She held out her arms and I ran to her. Oh God! Did she feel good! And smell good. And… Her lips were on mine and our tongues were touching. She tasted good.
“I almost missed it. I’ve been such a bitch to my driver getting here from Indianapolis. I’ll have to tip her a lot.”
“Where are you staying? Can we have dinner?”
“I’m sorry. We can’t. I just couldn’t let you graduate without being here to wish you well and to tell you I remember. I remember every secret glance, gentle touch, and whispered word. I’ve watched your television show and even though I knew it wasn’t just me you were speaking to, I knew it applied to me, too. I have to go back to Indy to catch a plane for New York, but I just wanted to be here to see you graduate.”
“Jessica, I still love you, too.”
“I know, sweetie. I love you, too. Someday we’ll connect when we each have room in our lives for the other. We might be old, but it will happen.” She kissed me again. A long, lingering, lover’s kiss that melted me. “I need to say hi to my best girl, now,” she said. She grabbed Sarah’s hand and they walked toward a limo that was waiting at the curb.
Sarah watched from the curb and I watched from the crowd as the limo drove away.
There had been a good bit of negotiating so that we’d all make it to each of the graduation parties that afternoon and evening. A few of the parties were consolidated. Doug’s parents only flew in the day before from Florida and were staying long enough to get their house on the market now that there was a place for Doug and Doreen to move to soon. They’d made a sizable contribution to the construction costs for the new modular ‘bunkhouse’. Rhiannon’s parents were holding a party for Doug and Rhiannon early in the afternoon with notice that the grads would be gone by six so they could get to everyone else’s party.
Josh and Cassie were holding a joint party at her house and it was pretty well understood that most of the guests would be people from their church. Josh’s dad was willing to participate but didn’t really want to plan a party himself. Brenda, Carl, and Louise had a hard time of it because their parents each wanted to throw a separate party. They finally agreed, stating flatly, though, that they’d be going from one to the next and would all three end up at my house between eight and nine. That’s when Hannah and I promised to be home as well. Liz’s parents were a little overwhelmed when the Duvals invited them to share in Nikki’s party. Nikki and Liz were adamant that they would be leaving on motorcycles by eight. Whitney’s mom joined with Lionel’s mom and Sugar’s mom and dad to hold a joint party that they promised would be over by eight. Of course, the Cortales wanted a party for Samantha at their house and we promised we’d be there between six and seven. Rose got her party started as soon as people left the commencement ceremony and we took her with us to tour the others when we left it.
Robyn’s parents weren’t having any kind of party. No one ever went to Robyn’s house. Her father came to commencement and then Robyn went with Geoff to his house. Geoff’s parents had a short informal gathering in the evening. We stopped there just before we got to our house.
Our place was jumping. I remembered that Betts’ graduation party went so late that I went to sleep in the barn. At least that was my excuse. Hannah had just broken up with me and I’d been summoned to the hayloft by Jessica. This time, most of the people we were close to were holding graduation parties. But as the evening continued, the rest of my casa showed up. Josh, Cassie, and Mary were the first. They were relieved to be out of the house and what had turned into an impromptu prayer meeting when their preacher showed up.
Of course, Elaine, Sora, and Sarah had been touring with Hannah, Rose, and me. Jennifer and Courtney dragged Samantha in laughing as if they’d just heard the funniest story in the world. Whitney escaped her party and joined us about eight and shortly thereafter we heard the twin motorcycles tearing down our drive. Bill had put out a spread of food for us that we hit like locusts. It was nice of him and Crystal to come up for my graduation and then spend the time afterward fixing food. Of course, Mom, Dad, and Anna all pitched in and so did Evelyn and Brighty. Betts, Allen, and Addison had gone to see a couple other friends and show off the baby. Doreen had gone with them, so they all wheeled in together.
All the grads from our clan and most of the others showed up at our house sometime during the evening and then left for casa parties.
A couple other parents from our casa showed up to have a drink with Moms and Dad. Rose’s parents, Whitney’s mom and Dave, and Sly and Lily all showed up. Liz turned beet red when Brighty turned to her, paused a minute, and then said, “Oh yes. Two by two.” We started crowing. Her parents, though, had stayed at the Duvals’ for some adult entertainment. Mr. Duval had broken out a bottle of good Irish whiskey. It was a pretty hopping party, but we gradually made our escape upstairs, one or two at a time.
“Brian? Am I invited to join you upstairs?” Addison said. I pulled my sort-of sister-in-law into my arms and whispered in her ear.
“You can come upstairs and you can stay the night if you want to. You’ll be safe and no one will make a pass at you without asking your explicit permission first,” I said. “But Addison, you need to know that the members of my casa will all be naked as soon as we deem it safe. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“Are you going to get high?”
“No.”
“You mean you’ll just get naked without being drunk or high or anything?” I nodded.
“Not only that, but some of us will be making love before morning. Probably quite a few of us. This is our family at bedtime. I don’t want to be second-guessing whether someone is offending you,” I said. Addison and I had communicated by phone several times in the past year, but things had changed since she came to the party last spring.
“But I won’t have to actually do anything, will I?”
“No.”
“I mean, I would have last year but… I’ve got a boyfriend now. For real.”
“That’s great, Addison. Just try not to make anyone else uncomfortable either, okay?”
“Yeah. It might be kind of cool to just be naked but I won’t spend the night.”
We went upstairs.
Of course, we didn’t just go upstairs and get naked. Not while there were still a dozen adults partying downstairs. We just sat around and talked and cuddled and made out some. At different times a parent would call upstairs to announce they were leaving and we’d troop down to thank them and say goodnight. About eleven-thirty Betts called up the stairs.
“Addison? We’re heading to the hotel. Are you ready?”
“’Night, guys. I promised to babysit your niece, Brian.”
“Wait! That’s our niece.”
“Not unless you’re marrying me. Until then, she cries, she’s yours.” We all laughed and Addison left. We could hear that the party was breaking up downstairs, too. Hannah and I went down to say goodnight as people left. We were good hosts. Her parents said they’d be back for breakfast. Bill and Crystal were taking Jennifer and Courtney’s room for the night. Rose’s parents, Whitney’s mom and Josh’s dad, and Lily and Sly were all saying goodnight. As soon as we’d hugged our parents, we went back upstairs. Most of our casa was fully or partially undressed. Hannah started pulling at her clothes and I stepped out of mine as well.
“Brian, help?” Hannah said. She’d flopped back on the bed and had her shirt off and her pants around her knees. “I forgot to take the damned shoes off first.” I laughed and knelt in front of her.
I unfastened the buckles on her heels and pulled them off then finished pulling her pants and panties off while she lay on the bed. There was a mark across her foot where the strap cut into it. I started massaging it, working to get the blood flowing again. I don’t know why she didn’t take her shoes off when we first got upstairs. Everyone else had.
I heard her moan.
I quickly looked up and Hannah was still supine. Sarah was cradling her head and giving her little kisses. Samantha handed me my bottle of massage oil and I squirted a little into my hand and applied it to her feet. I handed the bottle back to Samantha who took a squirt and handed it to Courtney on the other side. They each started massaging Hannah’s hands. Rose joined Sarah in petting Hannah’s hair and giving her little kisses. I rubbed her feet, sliding my fingers between her toes and working the oil into her skin. I traced her tattoo and began kissing and sucking on her toes.
I could feel the change come over her. Her moans went from being the pleasure of a foot rub and hand massage to something distinctly sexual as I stroked up her ankle and calf. I looked up and into her flowering pussy. It was wet and the aroma was all hers. Jennifer knelt beside me and began softly stroking Hannah’s thighs, staying to the outside and not infringing on her private areas. Jennifer’s eyes were dilated and her nose flared.
Our other hearthmates were soon gathered around us. They didn’t try to touch Hannah, but they all oiled their hands and touched those of us who were touching Hannah. We had only to raise a hand and someone would pour a little more oil into it. I felt Whitney’s strong hands on my back and saw Josh gently working on Samantha’s neck. Cassie worked on Rose’s back as Nikki touched Sarah. Mary, Sora, Elaine, and Liz put their hands in the mix.
And Hannah’s pitch began to rise.
I slid my hands up the back of her thighs and her butt lifted slightly so I could continue. I brought them up between her legs and back down. But it was massaging her feet that caused the biggest reaction. I focused on them and on connecting the dots in my mind. Her feet, her nipples, her pussy, her head, her heart.
I could take it no longer. Still holding her feet in my hands, I bent her legs upward so I could reach her pussy with my tongue and gave a long slow lick up her wet opening and latched onto her clit.
Hannah screamed.
Her whole body shuddered and when I flicked her clit again she had a second orgasm. She sucked her breath in so deeply that I thought she would pass out. She began kissing each of the girls frantically, finally pulling herself into a sitting position to look into my eyes.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” she panted.
“I will always love you,” I said. She scrambled around as soon as she could move and embraced our hearthmates repeating the words to each. She was too glazed over for me to press the issue of making love, but I was pleased that at least one barrier had been broken.
Hannah had undeniably come.
I held her in my arms all night. She laughed and wept. It was the first orgasm she’d had since our time in the barn. The way she spoke of it, it was only the second—and third—orgasm she’d ever experienced. She was almost manic in her expressions. She wanted to hold and kiss everyone. Then she collapsed in my arms and I just held her the rest of the night. I didn’t think I’d ever go to sleep but of course I did. Rose cuddled against my back and Sarah sandwiched Hannah between us. Jennifer and Courtney held Samantha. Josh lay under Cassie and Mary. Our other hearthmates cuddled together next to the bed beside us.
Hannah continued to moan periodically through the night as she clutched me to her.
My eyes came open at four-thirty looking into hers. We’d shifted and she was on top of me. My erection was trapped between us. She kissed me and began moving. Her nether lips parted and her juices bathed my cock as she slid up and down its length.
“I love you,” I whispered as I stroked her. I could feel her hardened nipples pressing against my chest as she pressed her lips against mine again.
“Our special time together,” she said.
“While all our other lovers are sleeping around us,” I answered.
“Who never stir to disturb us.”
“Even if they aren’t really sleeping.”
“While we make love with each other.”
The words she’d used when we were freshmen and she didn’t seem to have any sexual desires at all. We said them as a litany. She moved forward slightly and caught the tip of my cock at her entrance.
“While we make love with each other,” she repeated as she pushed down slowly and I entered her.
My heart stopped beating. I stopped breathing. I looked into her tear-filled eyes and felt my own tears dripping down my cheek. We were both trembling. Now that we were fully joined we were both afraid that any movement would bring this dream to an end.
I held her and felt her from the inside for the first time. I could never describe that feeling, but I could hear her. Her lips never moved, but I could hear her in my head.
“No matter what. I still love you.”
“When you are a hundred years old you’ll be able to say, ‘I know he still loves me.’ And I will,” I whispered back to her.
Our lips met again and our tongues drank from each other as we flexed our hips and tested our wills against the overpowering desire to climax. It was as if the orgasm she’d had the previous night had broken some kind of barrier and she climbed to the heights, letting it overtake her again. I could feel it as well as I could hear it. She sucked the air out of my mouth as she gasped for a breath that wouldn’t come. I emptied my heart and my soul into her as I came, praying that this moment would never end.
This moment of the sweetest passion.
This moment of love.
The End
Continued in
Living Next Door to Heaven #6: El Rancho del Corazon
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