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59 Spring Fever
SARAH GOT IN from Oberlin late Saturday afternoon and we spent all night celebrating her twenty-second birthday. Most of the celebration involved my cock in her pussy, but a fair amount included her eating and being eaten by her sister. Sunday night, she joined Maggie, Jess, and Lamar to fly to Boston. I hoped Lamar wasn’t sacrificing any of his class work to provide security for Maggie and Redress. But it seemed he also enjoyed the side benefit of seeing Amy.
It was a good thing Sarah got back Friday afternoon so we could have some time together before she went back to Oberlin. Saturday morning, Nikki arrived. The new, blonde version of my black rose anarchist could dominate a room, and she did so gleefully. When she walked in with Liz, she was quickly out of her clothes, but held up a hand to keep me away when I approached. Instead, she stalked across the living room to where Hannah was sitting and pulled her up off the sofa.
“What?” Hannah squeaked, just before Nikki’s lips met hers. The kiss that ensued left everyone in the room breathless. “Holy shit, girl!” Hannah gasped as she collapsed back onto the sofa. Nikki didn’t take time to recover. She pulled Elaine into her embrace next and the kiss was just as hot. She let my motor mouth girlfriend collapse next to Hannah and knelt in front of them.
“Tell me whatever you want. I will be your wanton sex slave. I’ll serve your every need. I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth and battle the giants before us. I will watch over you while you sleep and defend you when awake. Take my offered soul. Let me serve you till the end of time.”
It took me a second thought before I realized she was reciting a poem to them.
“Nicolette!” Hannah squealed as she hugged our hearthmate. “What brought all that on?”
“You. And you,” she said. “Do you know that my creative writing professor is paying my way to the awards ceremony? They’ve practically invited me to become an instructor on writing humor. Me! The dark side of the force! I’ve already been accepted into the MFA program in writing. To be completed simultaneously with my BA. You two did this for me!” She turned to April, who was sitting beside them giggling. “I’d make that offer to you, too, but I think you’d take me up on it.”
We all started breathing again after Nikki’s outpouring and she turned to drag me to the big chair and settle into my lap with a big kiss.
“Oh. Hi, you,” she giggled. “Didn’t mean to ignore you, but you’ve known all along I was your sex slave.”
“You are sure in a good mood!” I said. “I love having you home.”
“I’m a little manic at the moment, but I don’t think I’ll plummet so I’m not taking anything extra,” Nikki said. “Who knew writing humor could be such good therapy? Or that there was so much funny shit in the world? Or so much to satirize?”
“I know,” Hannah said, piling on top of us. “But we’re serious artists. When are people going to see us for the deep, sensual, intelligent, talented individuals we are?” She placed the back of her hand on her forehead and threw her head back as she made her complaint. I recognized the gesture from Elaine’s monologue on drama queens.
“And when are we going to start tapping Elaine’s true potential as a star? A singer? A dramatis personae?”
“Hey!” Elaine interjected. “That’s a whole cast!” She piled on top of Hannah and Nikki. I was getting squashed on the bottom.
“I can see it now,” Nikki began, raising a hand. “A Midsummer Night’s Dream, starring Elaine Frost.”
“In all the roles,” Hannah concluded. The three girls became a wiggling mass of giggly pussy pile.
Monday morning, we were all back in classes and looking at the last half semester.
Two things were different.
Dani didn’t return to campus housing with her sisters. I’d seen her with Rose on Sunday evening, arranging a segment of the huge closet on the second floor with her clothes. At night, she was equally comfortable with everyone in the casa. Even Whitney and Liz, the most hetero-exclusive of all the girls, would cuddle and pet Danielle. One night as I was enjoying a long, gentle loving with Cassie, I saw Dani cuddled between Josh and Mary.
“It’s wonderful that she’s as comfortable with Josh now as with you, isn’t it?” Cassie asked.
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“No.” Cassie hesitated a few seconds as she rose to meet my cock sliding into her again. “She defies jealousy,” Cassie continued. “She defies all sense of exclusivity. She worms her way into your heart and you find that if you are holding her or being held by her, you are completely at peace. I don’t think that Josh gets turned on by her any more than you do, but even if he did and I saw them making love right in front of me, I don’t think it would bother me.”
“Wow. What a change from the girl who took six months to take us from novia to cónyuge,” I laughed. She squeezed my cock to enjoy the vibrations of our laughter.
“Seven years to even get to novia,” she sighed. “It’s different, though. We should arrange a time to formally welcome her to the clan and the casa.”
Yeah. She’s a part of us.
The other thing that was different was that even though they hadn’t officially moved in, Dolly and Debbie emerged from the dormitories several mornings to ride into school with us. I needed to check with George to make sure he wasn’t being too distracted from his coursework. I had a feeling Dani’s sisters could be pretty damned distracting.
I did get to spend time with and make love to Nikki during the week, but she was off to the studio with Hannah, Elaine, and April with a pile of scripts first thing on Sunday. They were recording three shows a day through the week. Each evening, we’d listen for the all-clear bell to ring before we started relaxing.
Friday, April third was Nikki’s twentieth birthday. Her parents came down to help celebrate and were only mildly surprised to find us all naked.
“Is this better or worse than when she was sixteen?” Ariel Duval asked her husband.
“Why did I not know she had a tattoo on her breast?” Jean Duval responded.
“I didn’t want you to get hysterical,” Ariel said.
“Ma mère was hysterical enough when she found out,” Nikki laughed, hugging her parents. “You are welcome to stay dressed, but we have had a hard week and I’m not asking anyone to get uncomfortable just because we have parents with us. It’s my birthday, after all!”
“It’s your party,” Jean said. “I think I’ll stay dressed, though.”
We had dinner and sang happy birthday. Nikki blew out candles. Eventually Jean and Ariel went to the studio guest room for the night and the casa sat around our fireplace. I was on the sofa because the big chair was occupied. Dani was sitting in it holding Nikki. Nikki had a bemused smile on her face as Dani petted her, spending time tracing Nikki’s black rose tattoo.
“I think you are better than any kind of drugs, Danielle,” Nikki sighed. Hannah nodded enthusiastically. Doreen placed a very milky and sleepy baby on my chest and we all talked quietly for a while, basking in the calm warmth and community of our casa.
Saturday was another changing of the guard. Nikki’s flight was at one in the afternoon and we spent a long, lovely time making love, bracketed between Liz and Dani. When we came downstairs, dressed and ready for Nikki to join her parents and go to the airport, the Mishawaka kids were already arriving. It took three cars for the ten of them. That was partially because Leonard had one car packed full of fabric and his sewing machine. Elaine was getting a new wardrobe this week. I got very hot, wet, touchy-feely kisses from each of the girls and before everyone had reached the dormitories, clothes started falling off. Monte and Ross got an especially warm welcome from Dawn. I could see interesting possibilities about to happen there.
When everyone was settled, Leonard showed sketches of all his new fashion designs for Elaine. Even though she’d been repeating her wardrobe this season, she’d been careful to exclusively wear fashions by Leonard. Jennifer and Lexi were very involved in the fashion show and prioritized fifteen outfits.
“These are the launch outfits,” Jen declared. “We want to use them in the spring when we officially start marketing ‘Designed by Leonard’.”
“What’s that?” I asked, proving once again that I wasn’t always in the loop.
“That’s our new clothing label,” Lexi answered. “At the moment we are almost through the second half of the season for Chick Chat. Every show has included the credit, ‘Miss Frost’s wardrobe was designed by Leonard.’ We registered the business name. Right now, we are shopping for a distributor for his first season and have inquiries from Macy’s and Nordstrom’s. There’s also a regional store in Minneapolis called Dayton’s that inquired but then they bought Marshall Field’s and are taking some time to reorganize. It could come back big, since they are also the parent company of Target.”
“When did all this come about?” I asked.
“We did the initial planning last summer,” Jennifer said. “We wanted to present the opening plan to the clan after graduation when they all move down here. We organized a shell company so we’d have an identity while we were planning, but that is ready to be rolled into the clan corporation.”
“Wait,” I said, trying to comprehend the idea of another entire business owned by the clan. This was way outside the scope of television entertainment, even if they used Chick Chat to launch.
“Brian’s in overload,” Courtney said. “Danielle?” I was quickly wrapped in Dani’s arms and after a couple minutes, I was calm enough to put a question into words.
“I think it’s brilliant,” I said at last. “I’m sure you’ve thought out everything, but for my own peace of mind, I need to know that Leonard is happy with this and that we aren’t simply absorbing him and his talent into the clan without him being the major shareholder in the company.” I wasn’t expecting Leonard to come to me and give me a full-on hug. I will never get used to having another guy’s junk hit mine! He backed off before either of us could have a reaction.
“Thank you, Patrón,” he said. Dani continued to pet me and hold me. “My mother has been acting as my agent as we negotiated our percentages. You know that you can’t get the best of Doris Hamm’s son. Mama Bear has been very good to all of us. Like you with Young Cooking and Elaine with Chick Chat, I have a fifty-one percent vote on artistic control and a forty percent share of the profits. I think it was too generous, but I’m told not to worry because all salaries will be paid before I see any profits.” We all laughed. Our earlier efforts had paid no salaries and everyone simply got a share. In the long run, this was better.
I had to chuckle a little. The younger clan was coming together exactly the way we had—with a project, a business, and lots of love.
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