El Rancho del Corazón
52 The Goat
WE GOT BACK into our routine with no real decisions having been made. It was kind of comforting, though, to know Hannah had a plan that could employ all of us if we chose to go that direction.
I realized as hard as I thought I’d worked during the first semester, I’d just been floating. I’d already been familiar with most of the concepts we were covering in both Physics and Chemistry. Now we were into completely uncharted territory as far as I was concerned. I was having to do more than breeze through my text and go to class. I had to really study. And my lab experiments weren’t all going that easily, either. I had to repeat a chemistry lab the first week.
We were overwhelmed on Saturday because we tried to do two shows with a new crew. For us, it was old hat and we never thought twice about doing two shows in six hours. For Lonnie’s new team, it was overwhelming. My first girlfriend had to leave at noon, even though we weren’t finished filming. The second girlfriend and audience had to wait an hour before we were ready to start on their session. They were good about it. It was the second time in the audience for some of them so they had a pretty good sense of what was going on. It was still a long day by the time we wrapped things up at six. I wasn’t sure we were going to be able to use the first one at all.
I couldn’t believe that I sat with a physics book in my lap all through Whitney’s game against Minnesota on Sunday afternoon. We won by 29 points and I’d missed half of them. Whitney was the high scorer with 21. Her team had a rough stretch over the holiday and dropped four in a row. Now they were 10-5 for the season. Whit was a little pissed at me and I had to do some serious relationship repair that night. We ended up okay. Everyone was a little more stressed this semester.
The next Saturday, Lonnie stayed after a slightly rough, but successful taping. We’d only had one episode and even though it took an extra hour, we were still breathing a little easier. Especially since there was a different cameraman than we’d had last weekend.
“I honestly did not expect this,” Lonnie said. “All I can say is I’m sorry and we’ll figure out a way to fix it.” I looked at him and then looked at the television where he was playing the tape we made last weekend.
“Shit!” I didn’t really mean to say that, but it was. “Was she drunk?” The camera was bobbing all over everyplace. Part of the time it wasn’t even pointing at the action.
“We got better film for the second episode after we switched cameramen,” Lonnie said. “But there is really nothing we can do to save this episode. Unless you do an outtake reel somewhere along the line. We’re an episode behind.”
“I noticed she wasn’t with us today,” Hannah said. “Is she okay?” My sweet cónyuge. Even though we were looking at a week’s setback, her first concern was the well-being of the person who caused it.
“Yes,” Lonnie said. “She asked to be taken off the project. She wasn’t ready for this level of production. She thought it was a college production. She was overwhelmed. I’ve given her a different project to work on that is more collegiate and less professional. She’ll still get her camera experience, but I don’t think she could take the pressure of a station.”
“Could I work with her?” Hannah asked. “If she’s willing.” Lonnie looked at her and thought for a minute.
“This is nothing like her earlier creative work,” Lonnie said. “She has a lot of potential. Would you mind talking to her?” Hannah put her arms around me and squeezed before she turned back to Lonnie.
“Our world is about helping people,” she said. “Put me in touch. Now, how are we going to catch up? We’re okay for this week because the second episode we filmed can go out Monday. But we are working week-by-week now. We need to get episodes in the can so we can cover for mess-ups like this.” Hannah was immediately back in professional mode and, after I’d agreed to do a session on Thursday afternoon between my physics lab and my public speaking class, I was allowed to go study while Hannah and Lonnie worked out the details.
I got home as soon as I could after Lab on Thursday, so I was half an hour early for the shoot. Doreen was in the kitchen prepping for the show.
“Doreen! What are you doing home in the middle of the day?” I asked. “Is everything okay?”
“I’m taking the afternoon off to help my boyfriend and future father of my child with his show. I love you, Brian.” She came into my arms and gave me a delicious kiss. “Do you need a blowjob before we film?”
“Doreen! Don’t we have a crew here?”
“They’re meeting with Hannah in Stall One. Come on. We need to get you ready. I’m your girlfriend today and I am definitely going to make sure you are ready.” Doreen led me to the bedroom and while she was attentive, she didn’t really try to have a quickie. We were laughing, though, by the time we got down to the kitchen and found everything set up and ready to go. Working with Doreen, everything went so smoothly that we were done in two and a half hours. Doreen walked me to my car so I could go to class and kissed me.
“I’ll be waiting for you tonight, lover,” she said. “We need to practice a little.”
Whit was neither the leading scorer nor the leading rebounder Friday night against Wisconsin, but her twenty points were still awesome. The team scored and scored. Finally, Wisconsin bowed 103-86. Whitney was high when she got home and the whole family spent quality time with her. She got an eight-hand backrub and some soft loving by the time we settled down.
“I’m so proud of you!” I whispered as I moved into her. “You’re only a freshman with a whole career ahead of you and you are so awesome.”
“Is that the only reason you love me, Brian? Because I play basketball?”
“Whitney! You know better than that. Please tell me you know better.”
“I do. I’m being selfish. I love you, Brian.”
“Are you still mad about the Minnesota game?”
“No. Though that night, I was ready to go off with one of the groupies,” she said.
“Groupies?”
“Didn’t you know that women’s basketball players have groupies, too? Especially the tall ones. I think it’s some kind of fetish. They want to get it on with the tall girls,” she laughed.
“I had no idea. I think I need to hang around more. Maybe pick you up after practices.”
“Are you jealous, Brian?” she asked.
“No. I’m just… jealous. I love you, Whit. I don’t care how successful you are or how tall you are. I love you. But that still doesn’t stop me from being proud of you too!” I said.
“Just keep… right there. I love you, Brian!”
We filmed two episodes on Saturday and were back on track. We had the officers of the Panhellenic Board in the audience and the president got to be the girlfriend for a day that afternoon. Not all the houses had participated in sending girlfriends, but we were beginning to get members of other IU organizations and activities. In the morning we had the campus environmental concerns group with us. Both groups were nice and wanted to hang out with us after filming. We were getting a lot of that with groups who thought we had such a cool space they just wanted to hang out for a while. Mostly we let them for a while, especially if they volunteered to help clean up after the show.
After everyone had left who didn’t belong, clothes started flying. Angela and Adam were with us almost every weekend. They didn’t hesitate to strip with the rest of us. Elaine was back with us most weekends now until her next show got rolling. I noticed that Doreen seemed to be with us more and more often. That night, she came to cuddle up in my lap. I liked having her naked body next to mine and often thought back to when she became my girlfriend during Betts’s wedding.
“Hey, doll,” I said as she curled up with me in the big chair by the fire.
“You can keep studying. I won’t distract you if I can help it,” she giggled.
“By the time I finish this biology chapter, I might need distracting. Caution: I need someone to practice my speech on. Your ears may be in danger,” I laughed. I wrapped my left arm around her far enough that I could cup her breast in my hand and she offered to help hold my book for me. I actually managed to finish reading and mostly comprehending the chapter, even with an erection poking into Doreen’s thigh.
I closed the book.
“Do you want to practice on me, now?” Dor asked.
“My speech?”
“That or we could practice getting me pregnant,” she whispered. My cock jerked.
“Is that why you’ve been over so much lately?” I asked. “Is everything all right at home?”
“Oh, yeah. Don’t think I’m jumping ship. I might have to bring Sandy with me one night. Oh my! That girl is… I’m really glad she’s part of our casa. And you know how much I love Rhiannon and Doug,” she said, burying her face against my chest. She kissed me and I petted her side and up between her legs. She parted them slightly so I could reach her dampness. “I just want it to be more natural for us to be together before we start making junior,” she said.
“We’re going to do this, aren’t we?” I whispered as I probed between her legs. “We’re going to make a little baby in your tummy. Isn’t it funny that I’m going to put it in right here where I’m touching and nine months later, he’s going to come out the same place? And all the time, you’ll be growing him right here in your tummy.”
“Oh, Brian. I wish we were starting now.”
“When are we going to start?”
“I don’t want you to be stressed with classes. I’m taking a week’s vacation while you are on spring break,” she said. “Will that work for you?”
“You mean having a whole week where my only responsibility is making love to you to make sure you are pregnant? Yes, I think that works for me.”
“You really want this, don’t you?” she asked.
“Doreen, the more I’ve thought about it this past month, the more excited I’ve become. I even want to go out to Seattle with you and parade him around in front of my sister.”
“Hmm. You are still a little competitive with her, aren’t you?”
“I guess,” I said. “But not really. I just know how proud I’m going to be.” I kissed her deeply as my fingers worked up into her wet pussy. I was going to need to take her upstairs and get a condom or we were going to start making that baby right here in the chair tonight. “Dor, I don’t know your parents all that well. They never seemed to be around much. But you know Hayden and Marilyn will be thrilled to have another grandchild. Will that be okay?”
“Yes, Brian. Marilyn’s always been like my second mom. I love you, sweetheart. Thank you for thinking of that. Can we tell them in person?” she asked.
“As soon as we know, I’ll take you home to meet the parents,” I laughed. “Come upstairs and practice with me, Doreen. I want to make love to you.”
It was a noon game on Sunday and Whitney was high scorer as the team beat Northwestern 75-61. As I looked around the bedroom that night, I realized how things had changed so subtly. Angela was bedded down with us. We hadn’t been very sexual, but she loved our mostly nude lifestyle. If we were naked, she was naked.
And Sora was missing. She’d moved over to the Kappa chapter house and seemed happy there. I wanted what was best for her, but I was still a little saddened by her absence.
Although she wasn’t with us every night, Doreen was often cuddled into the pussy pile. I noticed she was spending time with all my cónyuge. And, of course, with me as well. We didn’t make love every time she was with us, but there was no question that Doreen was bridging the gap between our casa. I visited her house, too, and usually had to make love with Rhiannon as well as Doreen. I was getting used to having Doug and Sandy in their big bed with us.
And sometimes Liz.
That was something new for me to deal with. I’d long since accepted the fact that Liz and Doug were lovers, but we’d never actually been in the same room with each other while they were having sex. I had to fight down a little lump in my throat the first time I watched his cock part her sparse red pussy hair. Then, while he was pumping into her and Rhiannon was riding my cock beside them, Liz turned her head and kissed me.
“I love you, cónyuge,” she whispered. “Thank you for letting me have this extra satisfaction. I love you.”
The look in her eyes was pure adoration as she started her orgasm. I looked up to see Rhiannon kissing Doug. I really couldn’t complain.
February was cold, damp, and dreary. But we didn’t have snow. What we had was dense morning fog that sometimes left icy spots on the road before the temperatures got above freezing. I worried about people making it to their early classes and jobs. We were extra careful and always had at least two people in a vehicle.
On Friday the eighth, Whitney found there was one second between being a hero and a goat. None of us were there. The team traveled to Ohio State that evening and Whitney missed a three-pointer at the buzzer. We lost, 72-70. The team was disappointed, but they worked hard together and supported each other. Whitney beat herself up over it and demanded that I spar with her after we finished filming on Saturday. I didn’t really want to, and refused to do it in the house. It was one thing to do forms in our living room. I was not about to fight there.
We warmed up inside, and then walked out into the yard naked to spar on the slippery grass. All three casas came out in the yard to watch us. They all wisely bundled up before they came out. I was just hoping the cold would cut our match short. I was thankful that Adam was nearby, just because I knew he’d step in and stop it if it got out of hand. When Whitney threw her first punch, I was a rock and stunned her hand as it connected with my abs. Then we were all over each other. She knew I couldn’t take an unending stream of punches any more than she could. But both of us took more than normal. Whitney needed to feel punished and I wouldn’t let her suffer it alone.
I heard a blast from a whistle and thought for a minute Coach Hancock was with us.
“Stand back,” Adam shouted. Whitney and I automatically stood away and bowed to each other before we bowed to Adam. “It’s gone long enough,” he said. “You’ve both made your point. Go shower and make love.”
We looked around and all our hearthmates and cousins had tears in their eyes. I didn’t know how long we’d been sparring, but suddenly I was very sore. I opened my arms to Whitney and she fell into them, crying.
I carried her to the shower.
Valentine’s Day was on Thursday and we all realized that this was the first year that we didn’t have a school dance to go to. It took us about ten minutes to decide that we needed to have our own party. It was quickly agreed by all four casa and we even let the younger clan members know up in Mishawaka. Cassie, Josh, and Mary were definitely coming down and might be bringing a couple others. We decided this would be a clothed party and let Angela and Adam know. Then we decided to invite Dawn and Cathy and suggested they bring dates, but that it wasn’t a party for everyone in the sorority.
Sadly, Whitney had an away game Friday night and they were traveling from Minnesota to Iowa on Saturday. It looked like we’d have a houseful, though. Sora pulled me aside after German class when I invited her to the party.
“Is it okay, Brian?” she asked.
“Okay? Sora, no matter where you live, Casa del Fuego is your home. We want you with us.”
“I mean… Is it okay to bring a date? I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”
“Sora, may I give you a hug?” She came into my arms and I squeezed her gently.
“Your home is where you bring your love to meet your family. If he is a decent guy, he’ll always be welcome. If we don’t think he’s decent, we’ll still welcome him because we love you and will always be supportive. Somehow, though, I don’t think we have to worry about whether he’s decent. If you like him, we’ll like him.”
“Thank you. I can’t come early to help set up. I’ve got a competition all day at University of Illinois and won’t get back until just before the party. I love my hearthmates, Brian. I’m sorry I can’t live there right now.”
“Sora, we might not always be lovers, but I will always love you. I promise.”
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