El Rancho del Corazón
23 Not Too Icky
THE NEW BATHROOMS were a big hit. We now had three bathrooms with multi-person capacity. After our work-day on Wednesday, we proved that all fifteen of us could fit in one shower with water, soap, and shampoo flying everywhere. And more than one orgasm in the process. The upper level still wasn’t finished, but we were close. We simply didn’t have any furniture up there. What we had was a 1,000 square foot bedroom with nothing in it. We planned to remedy that as soon as we finished painting it. Unlike the downstairs, where we tried to keep some of the barn architecture visible, insulating and sheetrocking between the exposed beams, we’d sealed the upstairs up into a normal room with twelve-foot ceilings and plain walls. I knew several girls had ideas on decorating, but they had really bought into Elaine’s idea of having settings in the room and not dividing it up into little cubicles.
The inspector had been out and pronounced the plumbing and electric passed inspection, but he couldn’t certify the barn as livable until the kitchen had been installed. So far, we had walls and cabinetry with wiring overhead for the studio lights. The plumbing, both in front of the wall and in the prep area behind, was in and functional. What we didn’t have were appliances. We were so close, though!
We did our forms Saturday morning, ate breakfast, and people scattered. I thought I’d be lazing in bed with Whitney’s legs wrapped around my waist, but she was off with the other girls on a shopping expedition. I was surprised that even Mrs. Clinton and Dr. McCall joined in the excitement. I was sure they were gone before the stores were open. I caught up with Hannah in Stall One. Something had struck me as wrong when we invited Professor Phillips and when I realized what it was I figured I’d better plan a shopping trip of my own tomorrow. I was pretty sure I’d have to go to Indianapolis.
“Honey, I had a thought that I haven’t had time to go over with you,” I said.
“Is this a thought for your novia or your producer?” she asked. “I am at the office.” She grinned at me and pulled her tube top up a little as if that would make her look more business-like.
“It’s actually a topic for the producer, but I wouldn’t mind if the novia showed up during it.”
“Showed up or just showed?” she asked. She gave a tug on the top and her boobs popped out. I would never get used to that sight. They drew me like a magnet. I bent and softly touched one then the other with my tongue. I held them gently as I kissed her. She sighed and then pulled her top up. “It’s really not all that icky, you know? Why did I wait so long?”
“We waited until the time was right for us,” I said. “Now, Ms. Producer. We have a small problem. We have a home and a studio and a kitchen nearly finished. We have contacts at the U and a dinner with guests coming up in seven days. Only, I just realized I don’t have any cookware. I’m figuring we’ll need to go into Indy to Williams Sonoma so I can buy at least the essential pieces. I can’t do a cooking show with pans from Goodwill.”
“Oh, my gosh! I didn’t tell you,” she said. She grabbed my hand and led me to stall four where we were stowing things that people had moved down, but we didn’t have a place for yet. “Where is it? We got this a week ago and I had it stored because we were trying to get the floor in. This company up in Wisconsin sent an entire set of stainless steel cookware and asked if we would review it. They sent along a full listing of all their cookware and a price list. There’s like $3,000 worth of pots and pans in these boxes. I wasn’t sure if we should accept them or send them back. I talked to Harvey and to Rex and they both said that it would go a long way toward the future if we endorsed the cookware, but even if we didn’t, it was ours.” She opened a box and handed me a skillet.
“Wow! Feel how heavy this is. This is beautiful. I saw a guy at the fair doing a cooking demonstration with this stuff. I sat through the whole thing. This is good cookware.”
“Harvey said we should test it thoroughly and put it in our credits for the show. If it’s good enough, you should write a review.”
“How did they even find out about us?”
“They said they were referred by the appliance company and had watched all the tapes of Young Cooking. They even sent a cookbook.”
“If Rex says it’s okay, I’d love to cook with this stuff. We’ll still need a few bigger pieces for cooking for the whole casa, but this is great for the show.” We unpacked several pieces and looked at the cookbook. It had some interesting recipes. I turned and found that Hannah’s tube top had slipped below her breasts again. I leaned over and nibbled at her nipple. She moaned.
“You know what I think?” she whispered.
“With so much to do and so many people around, I’ve really been trying to get this mind-reading thing under control. I have to stay focused on what I’m doing and concentrate on not reading people’s minds.” I sucked on her nipple and unfastened her jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Fortunately, it’s working. I’m not getting anything.”
“Oh yes you are,” she said as my hand touched her soft curls. “In fact, I think you got the message loud and clear.”
Hannah led me back to the tent and my air mattress. We took a long lazy time that included both a digital and oral examination of each of her toes. My cock was still steeping in her juices when the shoppers returned early in the afternoon.
“Not icky at all,” she sighed.
I finally got to help. I carted all their purchases upstairs. They had bags and bags of things. There were two huge mattresses that Josh, Carl, Doug, George, and I wrestled upstairs. Monte and Ross moved half the stuff that was in stall four out in order to get to Rose’s and Elaine’s mattresses. Then we had to move it all back.
“Do we need the bedframes, too?” I asked.
“No, we’ll do those settings next week,” Elaine said. “This is just the first one.”
“They’re actually setting up some kind of movie set,” I whispered to Josh. “I just hope they aren’t planning to film it!”
“Now you guys can leave. Go. You need a break. Go play basketball or something sweaty like that,” Jennifer said.
“All the ladies are joining us upstairs to put together our bedroom,” Rose said. “You might be invited back later.”
I looked at the guys and we nodded.
We piled into the Suburban and headed over to pick up Lionel, Lamar, and Rich from their apartment. Lionel and Lamar had another week of summer training, just like Whitney and Sora had, but even they had been out to the ranch to help on the weekends. Sugar and Renee laughed and said they’d join us for dinner.
Then we hit Sears. We bought a backboard, basket, net, two balls, and a pump. Lamar was going crazy in the third seat, trying to get the balls properly inflated. When we got back to the ranch, we went straight to the light pole, determined the correct orientation and height, and in half an hour were ready to play ball. Monte and Ross came out to join us but it seemed that Leonard was busy in the bedroom with the girls. I had to shake my head at that a little. He was gay and out of the closet. But he probably saw more tits and pussy than all the rest of us guys combined.
Sarah rolled in about the time we started playing and I had to call time out so I could properly kiss and greet her. I was thinking we might need to leave the guys and head for the tent, but she pushed me away and said she was late for the party. She ran toward the barn.
From that point on, it was all about the game. As soon as we had life under control, maybe in the spring, we were going to pour a proper court out here. But our game was mostly in the air and I was pretty proud when I managed to launch a three-pointer over the top of Lamar. I hadn’t played since our season ended.
Mrs. Clinton and Dr. McCall gave us a ten-minute warning for dinner and we ran out back to strip and run through the outdoor showers.
“Oh crap!” Lionel moaned. “We didn’t bring any clean clothes with us. We’ll have to put our sweaty stuff on again.”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Renee and Sugar said, stepping into the shower area with us. We were all standing there naked trying to get dry. They made a big show of appreciating our big show. They handed Lionel, Lamar, and Rich their clan gis. The rest of us ran for our tents and houses bare-ass naked to put on our gis. It was a clan night.
I got a fire lit before we grabbed our food and sat around laughing and eating. We hadn’t really taken a day off since we started the project. We were all pretty relaxed. A car came down the drive and the younger clan members whooped and ran to meet them. Pam Owens got out of the car and was immediately surrounded. She was the youngest in our clan and had just turned 16 on Tuesday. She would be with us for the next two weeks before everyone had to go back for school. Her mom looked a little frazzled. Rose and I went over to welcome her. We’d met before, but it was just one of those things that we didn’t know all the younger kids’ parents that well. I was intercepted on the way when Pam jumped into my arms and started to kiss me, then pulled back and seriously looked at me.
“May I have permission to kiss my Patrón?” she asked. I grinned and nodded. She plastered her lips to mine. It was just a hard mouth to mouth smashing. For all I knew she’d never kissed a boy before, but the way she squirmed, I was thinking maybe I could give her some lessons.
“Pamela Jane!” her mother hissed.
“Sorry, Mom, but he’s special.” She turned to Rose. “So is she. May I?” she asked. Rose opened her arms and Pam kissed her just as hard. “Brian. Rose. I’d like you to meet my mother, Bonnie Owens. She’s staying with us this week to make sure that turning sixteen didn’t turn me into some kind of immoral siren.” Well, that probably wasn’t the way to convince her she hadn’t, but we patched things up and welcomed Bonnie warmly.
“We weren’t due until tomorrow, but she wouldn’t sit still. I finally said we could come down tonight, though we will have to spend the night at a motel since you weren’t expecting us,” Bonnie said. I think she was more concerned about her daughter being too exuberant than she was about her morals. Pam could be pretty effusive.
“Oh, no,” I said. “You are welcome to stay here. I know the girls are already expecting Pam in the trailer with them. We still have our tent set up with air mattresses, even though our casa is moving inside the barn tonight.”
“Nonsense,” Doreen said. “We have an empty bedroom. We’ll bring the air mattress and bedding into it and Bonnie can have access to a bath that way. You’ll have to share the bathroom with George, but we’ve managed to train him pretty well this summer.” George stepped forward and Pam started quivering. Oh boy! They hadn’t been allowed to date individually last year, but there had been a lot of electricity between the two. George and Theresa had broken up over it.
“Hello, Mrs. Owens. Hi, Pam,” he said. His mother was a few steps behind him. “May I give you a welcome to the ranch kiss, PJ?” She jumped up into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist as she kissed him. Her mother reached over and smacked her butt.
“I will get a hose,” she said. “If you want to date this fall, show me you can behave yourself.” This was a mom who was going to have her hands full.
The girls dragged Pam off to the trailer to change into her gi and we got Mrs. Owens some food.
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