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55 Just Looking
WHITNEY’S TEAM soundly defeated Illinois Friday night with Whit as top scorer with sixteen. They lost by the same margin to Purdue on Sunday. They just couldn’t seem to put together a sustained drive and their hopes for a post-season invitation were fading. On the other hand, Whitney was being scouted and she was playing well. The coach at Purdue had been named as one of the assistant coaches for the Women’s National Team and she’d stopped after the game to talk to Whitney. We were all buzzing at the prospect that she’d become an Olympic athlete.
“I’m flattered that she’d talk to me, but not a chance,” Whitney said. “Four college coaches coaching the national team means the national team will have women from four colleges. I don’t stand a chance.”
Tuesday night found me in the computer room typing up my first draft of my essay for history. The class would meet my intensive writing requirement, with the final paper of ten pages, but before we got that far there were three shorter papers due. In a way, I was glad. Our midterm was a five-page paper that needed to be handed in by exam time, but there was no test.
Beside me, Courtney was working on her ‘special’ computer. It was constantly being torn down and rebuilt as she acquired new gizmos for it. It sat on the desk with no cover on the tower. I leaned back in my chair and just looked at my cónyuge for a minute, appreciating her curves. Of course, she was nude, as I was. We sat on the desk chairs on our towels and she seemed to realize I was looking at her and turned to face me.
“What?” she asked.
“Just looking,” I said.
“At what?”
“You. Your breasts. Your nose, sticking out from under your glasses. Your butt,” I said.
“Brian,” she said as she blushed. Nonetheless, she opened her legs.
“Yes. Your pussy.”
“What… um… are you thinking of?”
“Sometimes I look at you and just try to think up reasons that I need to spank your bottom.” Courtney caught her breath. She turned to her keyboard, entered a few keystrokes, and the screen went blank. She turned back to me.
“What makes you think you need a reason?” she whispered. She stood and walked toward me. I spun my chair away from the computer and she lay down across my lap. “Just remember that a spanking is a promise, Brian.”
“What am I promising, Courtesan?”
“You promise that when you’ve heated up my big round butt with your hand, you will fuck my little brown hole with your cock. My bottom’s waiting for you. Can you make that promise, Brian?” I slapped her left cheek and she gasped.
“I promise.”
I fulfilled my promise after I’d carried Courtney, with a glowing bottom and dripping pussy, upstairs to the master bedroom, and proceeded to go around the world with her, coming in her mouth, her pussy, and her butt.
“Did I take you away from an important class project?” I asked as we lay soaked in our own sweat on the master bed.
“No. Not exactly. Don Randall wants me to put together my development notes, complete with the list of equipment I used to write my little code. He believes the university will back down pretty quickly when accused of theft of intellectual property and will ‘accept’ a non-exclusive license to use the software. My code is protected by copyright, simply because I wrote it. The code itself is not subject to the school being able to simply take it. It falls under the same category as poetry written by a student in fulfillment of a class credit, or of term papers. The author owns it,” Courtney said.
“That’s great,” I said. “Do you think it is marketable?”
“That’s the other part of the problem. The functionality of the code can only be protected by patent. That’s a long and expensive process. And patents filed by students and professors are often considered the property of the laboratory or the school where it was invented. It’s further complicated by whether or not a patent would be termed valid because the function has been disclosed or made public through its use in the class. Brian, I am going to have headaches over this process for days. In general, it means that a smart programmer, like Dr. Hanratty, could rewrite my software using Fortran instead of C and there is nothing I could do about it. Fortunately, he couldn’t patent it either, since the functionality has already been disclosed.”
“Christ, Courtney! What a fucking runaround. Are you going to get anything out of this at all?” I asked.
“I doubt it. However, it taught me a very significant lesson. My video editing software will be completely secret until Don has filed both copyright and patents on it. And when it is released, we’ll do some kind of copy protection or encryption that prevents the code from being decompiled,” she said. “The truth is, the worm is a hacker tool. I did not expose my firewall, so that is protectable. I never gave him the code for that. And I plan to sell it to the school. For a lot of money.”
“You are phenomenal!” I said. I got my cooling lotion and began rubbing it into Courtney’s butt cheeks. I enjoyed this process almost as much as spanking and fucking her. This was another lotion Theresa recommended to me. It had aloe and peppermint in it. Courtney liked the sensation.
“I suppose we should go to bed,” she sighed.
“We’re in bed. Don’t you want to stay with me?” I asked.
“Here? In the master bedroom? With just you? Do you mean it, Brian?”
“Why did you think I brought you here, my love?”
“Well. I know that butt play kind of squicks out a couple of our hearthmates,” she said. “I just assumed you brought me here so we’d have privacy to fulfill my perversions and then we’d go upstairs to join everyone.”
“Is that what you want, Courtesan? Let me say clearly, that I want you to spend the night with me in this bed. Just the two of us, lovingly entwined in each other’s arms. And perhaps in the morning, we can make love again,” I said.
“I love you, Brian. Over and over again I say, I love you. Hold me, darling.”
We decided not to have a special Valentine’s Day party on Friday the fourteenth. We were thinking of doing something special to celebrate leap year. Instead, Whitney’s team dominated Minnesota 73-67. Unfortunately, they got handed another loss by Iowa on Sunday on a last second tip-in, 57-59. I was beginning to think Sundays just weren’t when our team should be playing.
Danielle was continuing to show up on Wednesday and Saturday nights, undress, curl up in my lap, and go to sleep while I ran my hands all over her body. There was no question that she was sleeping in our room now, or wherever I was. Once or twice, I awoke in the night to find her curled up back to back with me as I cuddled another girlfriend in front of me. Once I saw her in a similar position with Rose. Mostly, she was unobtrusive. She woke up after our cuddle and often studied until bed time. Then she just went upstairs with us. If I stayed up late, she stayed up late, usually studying or sometimes napping on the sofa.
The way the other girls were responding to her was evolving, too. I noticed it first when Whitney came in after basketball practice on a Wednesday night and wiggled into my lap with Danielle. I was glad I managed to find such a big chair. Two girls in my lap who were over six feet tall was a challenge, even then. But Danielle had no difficulty making room for Whitney as she moved over and gave my cónyuge space. She smiled and leaned over to kiss Whitney’s cheek, then settled back in to nap. Whitney didn’t try to push her away, but as we kissed, she, too, let her hands gently stroke Dani’s front, including gliding over her breasts. I had a feeling that if that had been Debbie in the chair, we’d have either ended up in a vicious fight or a daisy chain. Or both.
Of course, everything changed when Nikki got home for the Brown winter break. She couldn’t get a flight out on Friday night from Providence, but Liz picked her up Saturday morning and they spent the day ‘refreshing Nikki’s look.’ After my taping, the triplets served a great meal of pot au feu. They’d prepared all the ingredients and then took the huge kettle over to our house to cook all afternoon while I did the second show. Pot au feu is essentially beef stew and on a cold and blustery February night it really hit the spot. The difference was in the spices with cinnamon and clove filling the house with the most incredible aromas ever. Dani had spent the afternoon in our house kitchen instead of on the show so she could bake crusty French bread and prepare a lemon rosemary soufflé for dessert.
Nikki was entertaining, to say the least.
“I’ve lost my credibility! I’m blonde. I sat next to this guy who had to tell me what a great and smart lawyer he was and how he was representing some huge corporate client in a product liability suit, as if I’d be impressed by that. Then he started in on blonde jokes. He finally suggested that we play a little trivia game and if I couldn’t answer one of his questions I’d pay him five dollars. If he couldn’t answer one of mine, he’d pay me fifty dollars. He was such a jerk, I took him up on it. He asked me what the distance was between the earth and the nearest star. The answer is roughly 93 million miles, by the way, because the sun is our nearest star. But I didn’t answer. I just gave him five dollars. I asked him, ‘What goes uphill on three legs and downhill on four?’ He looked at me like I was crazy—little did he know. It shut him up for the rest of the trip and just before we got off the plane he handed me fifty dollars. I thanked him and he said, ‘What was the answer to your question?’ I had to laugh at him.”
“Wait,” Liz said. “I should know this.” Then she shook her head. “I don’t know this.”
“What’s the answer?” Angela asked.
“I don’t know. I gave him five dollars.”
There was a little pushing and wiggling when Nikki climbed into my lap with Danielle. I was afraid there might be an explosion from my blonde bombshell. Danielle finally gave way and Nikki got a position where she had my cock wedged in her crack as she leaned back against me. Danielle was half on the arm of the chair leaning against my left shoulder. Nikki wanted my hand on her breasts and the other between her legs. Danielle was doing the petting this time, just stroking up and down my arm as I squeezed Nikki’s tits. At one point, Dani’s hand ran all the way down and across Nikki’s left nipple as I played with the right.
Nikki looked down at the hand which was quickly withdrawn and continued petting my arm, occasionally crossing Nikki’s breast. Nikki just sighed and turned her head to kiss me. When Danielle followed Nikki and me to the master bedroom, I knew it was all over.
“I’ll take care of it,” I whispered to Nikki. She pushed me away and stalked over to Danielle to glare at the taller girl.
“You listen up and understand this, girl,” Nikki said. “I’m going to have sex with Brian. Then we are going to make love. Then we are going to have sex again and I’ll fall asleep lying on top of him. It’s going to get wild and wet and smelly. You stay out of the way until I’m asleep, and get out of the way when I wake up. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Nicolette. I understand. I just want to be… near. I won’t get in your way. I hope you have lots of great orgasms,” Dani said. Then Dani gave Nikki a kiss on the cheek and went to brush her teeth.
“Nikki? Is it okay? I can tell her to just go upstairs and sleep with the others. I’m only interested in you tonight. I like your agenda,” I said as I pulled her into my arms for a kiss.
“She’d just whine all night and keep the others awake,” Nikki said. “Sorry. That was catty. I really don’t mind her. The little pets she gave me while we were in the chair were nice. Take me to the shower, but don’t get my hair wet. Liz just styled it.”
When we’d finished a short shower and were ready for bed, we found Danielle curled up on one edge of the bed asleep.
“Is that enough room for what you have in mind?” I asked, pointing at the three quarters of the king size bed that was available.
“We’ll make do. Now fuck me, Brian. I’ve really been missing you this month.”
We did everything on Nikki’s plan Saturday night and a couple things that weren’t. For the first time I could remember, we got into a sixty-nine and worked each other over until my face looked like a glazed donut and Nikki had drunk my semen while trying to delay her next orgasm enough not to choke on it. In the morning, I rolled on top of her and she pulled her legs back to her chest as I slowly sawed in and out of her. Dani stayed with her back tight against the two of us as we made love. When we were finished, Dani rolled over, gave us each a little kiss on the shoulder and went to the shower.
“If she isn’t masturbating in there, she’s not human,” Nikki sighed. We laughed a little as we enjoyed our post-coital cuddle and kisses.
“I really like her, you know,” I said.
“I can see why. She’s… devoted to you. And you are affectionate without being aggressive or sexual,” Nikki said. “But be careful, Brian. She’s hiding something. A secret. A fear. A hidden desire. I don’t know what it is, but I think she’s sublimating some deep emotion into her devotion to you and even to the rest of the casa. You know Josh had her cuddled up against him for a while last night, even with Cassie on his lap. They were both hugging her.”
“Thanks for the pointers, lover,” I said.
Of course, Nikki had things to do while she was home. I went over to the studio Monday afternoon and she was working with Hannah and Elaine between shows. We had an audience arriving soon for the second taping of the day and they were going over pacing and camera angles. Nikki had brought more monologues with her, including one on different hair colors and how that obviously changed who a girl was. Elaine was pulling on silly wigs one after another as she ran the monologue, ending with the exact same story Nikki had told at the table Saturday night. I wasn’t sure anymore that I could tell when either Nikki or Elaine was telling a real story or something they’d made up. They had eighty-five episodes recorded now and were planning a bid to go into a five day a week half-hour timeslot. Elaine’s Friday segment would displace my cooking show, but I would still have one Friday slot.
It was a relief, since I had to keep coming up with new recipes and interesting things to try. This week we were going to do a side-by-side comparison of a cookie recipe. We had a chocolate chip cookie that we’d change with slight differences in proportions, but essentially the same recipe. There would be eight different variations and our guests would have the opportunity to test each one and decide which they felt was the way they like cookies. It was one of the most scientific demonstrations I’d done in a long time. Want a chewy cookie? More flour. Want one with deeper flavors? Chill the dough 24 hours. It was complex and I was planning to do a test run when the triplets were in the kitchen Wednesday afternoon.
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