El Rancho del Corazón
29 Finishing Touches
CASSIE AND MARY crawled up next to me on the big bed after our various celebrations had settled down. It was a great day. Both girls just wanted to cuddle with me, it seemed. Cassie and Josh would be leaving tomorrow afternoon. Classes at Bethel started on Thursday and there were two days of freshman orientation before that. Cassie kissed me and, while I held her closely, she put hope and longing into every touch of our lips.
“Never doubt how much I love you, Brian,” she said. “I always want to be able to lie naked beside you and talk about life, and debate religion, or lament my parents, or celebrate my husband. And, sometimes, to share a few moments of intimacy when we let ecstasy overtake us as we make love. You are my anchor, Brian. You might not believe it all the time, but you are the rock we all seek for refuge. You are my rock and my…”
“Shh,” I said. “Don’t finish that quote. I can’t even save myself. Please, just love me and think of me occasionally. You and Josh are something very special. I’m so happy you think you might join us next year. But if you don’t, always know you still have a home here.” We kissed some more and Cassie moved her hips to rub against me. But we didn’t go any further. We didn’t try to get each other off. We just held each other until she moved away.
“I want to go make love to my boyfriend now,” she giggled. “I can’t believe I want to do it all the time. I think my father is going to be glad when I move out. Besides, I want to give some special thanks to the girls that are currently lying all over him.” Rolling over twice, she fell off the edge of the top mattress and I heard a muffled ‘oof’ as she hit the people below.
“Look at the angel that just fell from heaven,” Josh whispered.
I didn’t have time to listen any longer because Mary was crawling on top of me. What a surprise she’d been. I thought of all the girls in our casa and Mary was the only one that I really had nothing to do with until she joined the clan and our casa. The very first night she was with us, she asked me to help her take off her gi so she could join us naked. I was pretty sure she would one day be in a tight family unit with Josh and Cassie. The three of them were good together.
Mary kissed me as I held her and she rocked against my erection. She moved forward and the tip of my cock touched her wet opening.
“Mary…”
“Not tonight, Brian.” She held still, but her pussy lips seemed to suck at the head of my dick. “Soon, but not tonight. Can we lie here another minute without moving? I know that if I moved, I’d slide you right up inside me. I want that so much. I want to feel it and to love you like all my hearthmates do. But I don’t want to do it just because I’m leaving tomorrow. I want to plan it. I want my first time making love to you to be a ‘hello’ and not a ‘goodbye’.”
“Are you leaving tomorrow, sweetheart?” We lay still but my cock flared a little, pressing against her clit. She caught her breath and then lifted so it was trapped between us, still very much in contact with her wet pussy, but not threatening the opening any longer.
“I’m going back with Cassie and Josh. I really love them and want to spend as much time as possible with them before school starts next week.” She began sliding on my cock, lubricating my entire length with her juices and rubbing her clit down it.
“You’re going to have a great relationship, the three of you.”
“I never even considered it until we were showering at the house in Kokomo last spring and Samantha showed us how to stroke Josh to an orgasm. I’d never seen that—a man getting hard and then his sperm shooting out. And then looking up and kissing… Cassie. I don’t think she’d ever kissed a girl before, either. It was so… I’ve been overwhelmed with love for both of them ever since.” She moved up and back and I tried to lie still so she was in complete control. In a few minutes she would be witnessing a man’s sperm shooting out again.
“You know what’s going to happen if you keep doing this,” I whispered.
“Yes. I’m going to feel your cock pulsing against my clit while you come on my belly. And… I’m… going to… come, too.” That was it. I shot and she came on top of me, her juices flowing down over my balls. “My lover. My lover. My lover.”
“Mary, I bet that when I see you next, you’ll really have a lover.” She shook her head, flipping her hair in my face.
“You don’t understand. I don’t think Cassie and Josh will ever share that with me, just like Cassie will never share that last step with you. Josh will always be my first love and I will be with the two of them as much as possible. But you will be my lover. Like Josh is Cassie’s.” She sighed. I guess I did, too. “Don’t worry. I know it’s different. Josh and Cassie will be exclusive and I’m going to share your cock with at least a dozen other pussies. But you know why I don’t care about that? I don’t care because when I’m with you, I know I’m the only one you are thinking of. We didn’t have an instant love at first sight. It’s built slowly. I’m one of your family. I am not asking to become your novia or cónyuge. Well, not yet, at least. But I’m asking you to make my first time a time of welcoming me to your bed and your life.”
“You are part of my life and welcome to it whether or not we ever make love, Mary.”
“Thanksgiving.”
When Mary went to join Cassie and Josh, Rose slipped up from the lower mattress where she’d been waiting. I reflexively glanced up to see where Hannah was. She was sandwiched between Sarah and Samantha with Jennifer and Courtney next to her.
“They are all safe, happy, and soundly asleep, my love,” Rose whispered as she kissed my ear. “You have one compañera who needs you, though.”
“Sora?” I asked. Rose would have said cónyuge if it were Whitney. Both girls had moved in with us Friday night after their sports camps ended.
“She and Whitney are content to wait until later in the week,” Rose said. “They are home now. Nicolette needs you. She’s leaving to get ready to go to Rhode Island tomorrow. But she’s too unsure of herself to just come over and throw herself at you. You need to bring her to your bed and love her.”
“Rose, I love you. You are always concerned about everyone else and you help me in so many ways. How about your needs, darling? Are you okay?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about me,” she answered. “I’ll get you this week, too.” She kissed me again. “I’m going to make sure you do get me. You might be surprised.”
Rose moved down to where Whitney was sprawled and cuddled up to her. Whitney wrapped herself around our much shorter lover. It seemed that even the girls that weren’t into other girls still liked to sleep touching and cuddled up together. I moved over to the edge of the mattress where Nikki and Liz were sleeping on the next level down.
I looked at her and wondered if I should wake her up. Nikki was so reserved and still so loving when she wasn’t crazy. That was the real question. If I touched her and woke her up, she might kill me. Still, she’d developed a real closeness with both Liz and Hannah. And I think she sort of had a little hero worship for Rose. She never passed up an opportunity to help Rose or work with her. The more I thought of it, I began to see Nikki in a different light. She was… sweet.
She opened her eyes.
We weren’t far apart. I was up a level, but she was near. For a long minute we just looked into each other’s eyes.
“Nicolette Duval, will you make love with me?” I whispered. She smiled, kind of shyly, lowering her eyes as she nodded. I scooted back on the bed and she followed me, lying next to me, and moving up as close as she could. I kissed her. First just the tip of her nose, and then her eyelids, and then her lips. I didn’t linger on them, but kept moving to kiss a different part of her face—her cheeks, her forehead, her ears, her neck.
She was not passive, but she was gentle and almost playful, matching my attacks with those of her own. She made me drop my head to my shoulder when she kissed that spot just below my ear. I petted her breasts and down her back. Nikki was not a small woman. She was still two inches taller than me in our bare feet. And she was pretty well padded, too. She worked out with us faithfully each morning, but even though she was fit, she wasn’t what anyone would call lean. Her breasts were full and flattened slightly when I rolled her to her back and started to work my way down her body. I stopped to trace her rose with my tongue. There was more to that action than just the feeling it gave her when I licked her breast. The rose tattooed there was a symbol between the two of us. Our first real date, the flower I fixed for her so she would have a black rose bled on her breast. She’d determined to have it tattooed there.
I kissed down over the soft roundness of her tummy as she pushed at me, trying to hurry me to the junction of her legs and her pelvis. When I finally began licking around the tangle of hair that grew untamed there, she pulled her legs wide to give me better access and I caught the strong scent of her earthy aroma. Nikki was one of those women, I suspected, who would not shave at all if given the choice. Certainly, not all our hearthmates shaved or trimmed their pussies. But I had a feeling that it was just a hint of peer pressure that kept Nikki shaving her legs and armpits. She often waited until the stubble was obvious.
Tonight, though, her legs were smooth and stubble-free. She had wanted—expected—this. I parted her lips and dipped my tongue where hair did not grow. She whined softly, her hands pressing my head to her. I recognized the signs of two small orgasms as I licked around her opening and across her clit before I fastened my mouth around it and sucked it out of hiding. I circled it with my tongue and then flicked it with just the tip. I dipped into her hot opening to gather her juices on my tongue and then flattened my tongue against her button and shook my head back and forth. Nikki’s butt came up off the bed and she pulled my hair hard. As she relaxed and came back down, I pushed my fingers into her and rapidly flicked her clit. She peaked again and then seriously began pulling me away from her pussy and up to kiss her again.
She hugged me and I could feel wet tears, but she was not sobbing. Her eyes were simply running. She pulled away from my lips long enough to look deeply into my eyes. Then she held her hand out to me. Crumpled in the palm was a condom package. Well, I figured that having a condom wadded up in your hand in the package wouldn’t hurt it, but as I took it from her I searched her eyes for any sign of hesitance.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” I asked.
“Please, Brian?”
“You… um… won’t try to kill anyone afterward, will you?” I asked. She punched me in the arm.
“How could I ever hurt people who love me so much? Please make love to me, my compañera. Please.”
I opened the package and rolled on the condom, then lay back so she could get on top of me. She shook her head and pulled me to her. She spread her legs wide and guided me as I sank into her for the first time. Her eyes closed and she held me firmly to her chest. I felt her move beneath us and pushed up enough that I could join her movements while keeping our chests—our nipples—lightly touching as we slid back and forth. I didn’t break the eye contact when she opened her eyes, but she seemed to have difficulty keeping them open as we made love. I could feel the action of her vagina pulsing around my penis each time I penetrated her as deeply as I could. She rose to meet each thrust, occasionally convulsing with a gasp as I hit bottom.
Nikki stayed as near silent as I had ever had a lover. When her big orgasm hit, she clamped her mouth over mine and sucked the air out of my lungs. Her pussy spasmed on my cock and my come rocketed out, ballooning the condom as I filled it.
“For being a writer, I’m really lousy with words when it comes to talking,” she whispered. “I never know what to say. But I know what I always feel with you, Brian. With you and all our hearthmates. I love you. Such stupid little words that don’t even come close to saying what I want to. But I love you.”
I didn’t pull out of her. I rolled us to our sides and she kept her legs clamped closed with my cock trapped inside. And that was where we slept.
We were winding down. The week was spent painting and doing neglected yard work. Ron came over with a tractor one morning dragging a harrow and a fertilizer spreader loaded with dry cement powder. He harrowed our drive to roughly level out the ruts from all the heavy traffic we’d had during the summer, then spread the cement. That afternoon we received three dump truck loads of crushed rock and were all busy with rakes and shovels smoothing them out before we watered the drive thoroughly from end to end. Just as we finished the watering, one of Ron’s crew came out with a grader and a roller to level and compact our work. Once it set up, the drive would hold up for a long time under the expected traffic, even with occasional trucks driving it. The dirt and gravel mixed with the cement made a low-grade concrete that would hold up to freeze-thaw damage, too. We wanted to put a front porch at our entrance, but that was going to wait for now. We’d need to pour a slab and then we could put in the posts for the roof.
The shape of things was changing at the ranch. We hugged Nikki goodbye before she blasted off with Cassie on the back of her motorcycle. Mary and Josh followed them out in his car. Pam and Leonard went home with Mrs. Owens. I think Irene Nowicki was a little overwhelming as Mom of the week, especially to Theresa’s mother, Mrs. Kelly. Liz spent half the week hiding her embarrassment, but everyone loved Irene. Especially when she showed up for morning workout in a bikini. For a lady who’s had twelve kids… Well, let’s just say that it’s no wonder that Lech keeps jumping her bones. I had to go ‘help Liz out’ twice. Not a problem.
We were all about ready to sit down to dinner on Wednesday evening when the phone rang. We’d moved food prep to our new kitchen and everyone at the ranch was sitting at the table, counter, or in front of the fireplace.
“Brian, it’s your mom,” Sam said, coming out of the office. We still hadn’t settled on all the locations we wanted telephones yet, so there were three lines running into Stall One. I ran in to take the call.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Brian, you need to come home,” she said.
“Mom?”
“I’m sorry. I mean come here. I know you have a new home. That’s not what I meant. I mean…”
“Mom, what’s wrong?”
“Drew Barnes is dead.” That was a shock, but no great loss to the world. I hadn’t seen Drew since he was sent away after he tried to sell Jessica. It’s not like we were friends. “The funeral is Friday afternoon.”
“Mom, Drew and I weren’t exactly friends.”
“Brian, I think Jessica will need you.” Of course! What a stupid fuck. Jessica and Drew hated each other, but of course, she would be there for the funeral. “I was over to visit Ford and Ellen this afternoon. They aren’t taking it well. I think… I think they blame you and Jessica.”
I was stunned. Drew was one of the world’s greatest assholes, and possibly most cowardly. How could they blame Jessica? I didn’t care if they blamed me. What’s one more dead man on my conscience? But Jessica? Their daughter? Come on.
“Do I need to come tonight?” I asked.
“She’s not here yet. The funeral is Friday at two in the afternoon.”
“I’ll be there, Mom. If you see her, tell her I’m on my way.”
I walked back into the great room and everyone turned to see what was up.
“I’m running up to Mishawaka for the weekend, tomorrow,” I said. “Jessica’s brother died. She needs me.”
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