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60 Designed by Leonard
DAWN AND I had a whispered conversation in which I reluctantly agreed to her idea. My head was reluctant. The rest of my body was pretty excited. She got all ten of the dormitory girls and took us all upstairs. As soon as we got the door shut, I had naked teens all over me. There was a lot of touching and squeezing. In a second, though I heard smacks and ‘ow’s as the girls quickly dispersed. Dawn was whacking bare butts and sending each of the girls to their beds. I had to laugh. She was such a dorm mom. Or maybe that’s what sorority big sisters are like.
“Okay, listen, you horny little twats!” Dawn snapped. There was a fair amount of giggling and a few fingers tested their own pussies to see how horny they were. “We will not have chaos this week trying to get into Brian’s pants. If he was wearing any. You can’t just attack him and have your way. Remember, our clan is based on explicit permission and respect for others. Brian has a family to take care of.” There was some head nodding and sighs. “That being said, Brian has consented to do a dorm crawl tonight. If you want attention paid to those wet little slits, they’d better be clean and smooth by ten p.m. If you normally shave, do it now. No stubble tonight. If you don’t shave, trim and neat. No loose hair to get in his teeth. You don’t have to have him lick your clit tonight. If all you want is a little kiss and cuddle time, that’s fine. And no ganging up. One at a time. Or two if you normally pair up. Any questions?”
“But you guys have him all the time,” Pam said.
“I’m going to be spending quality time with Monte and Ross tonight,” Dawn said. “And we’ve only done this once before. Speaking from experience, you should know that he won’t have a load of come for each of you.”
“Rich and I have a room at Casa del Sol and a lot of catching up to do tonight,” Amber said. “Everyone else from the casa is in Minneapolis for the game tonight. I’m good.”
“I’m spending the night at Casa del Fuego,” April said. Addison wrinkled her brow a little.
“Addy, you don’t have to leave,” Dawn said as she hugged my sister-in-law. “I know what you want. Stay.”
“Uh… One thing,” TK said. “Would you… I’ve been really good this winter and was hoping… I’m willing to wait till last, but could you bring at least one condom? Please?”
I think I can handle that.
I took a nap Saturday afternoon and Danielle pressed her back up against mine and went to sleep with me. I had a fleeting notion that one or two of my cónyuge spent some time pressed against the other side, but I slept soundly. I needed my sleep.
We were up and glued to the television at six o’clock, though. Lionel had made it to where he and Lamar couldn’t the year before. We were playing Duke in the first game of the Final Four. There hadn’t been a game in the tournament that we could get to since they’d been in Boise and Albuquerque. The finals were in Minneapolis. We screamed ourselves hoarse but the guys couldn’t quite make it and we lost 78-81. But the Final Four! I remembered how we’d felt when Lamar and Lionel were in the Final Four of Hoosier Hysteria. Man! So long ago.
Dawn set things up so that there was a timer in the room and each girl could have one hour of my undivided attention. Or if they wanted it divided, they could have two hours. Seven girls. Seven hours. I wasn’t sure I would survive. But the girls all surprised me. They drew names for the order they would have and Addison managed to draw first.
“We were kind of crazy last time,” she whispered as I slid into bed next to her. “But we didn’t really kiss much. Will you just kiss and make out with me? And touch me, of course, but mostly kiss and make out?”
“Of course I can, Addy. In fact, I’ve been meaning to kiss you for quite some time.” That pleased her and we started slow and easy. An hour in bed together can give you plenty of time to really get to know a person’s mouth and body. I found out that Addison’s shoulder blades were definitely an erogenous zone. As I held her and kissed her, I stroked her back. Each time I touched her shoulder blades, she would push her breasts against me and thrust with her pussy. It was fun to find out what really turned her on and then apply it while I finally pressed against her clit. She gasped into my mouth as her climax claimed her. We still had several minutes to settle down and bask in the afterglow.
“Only one other person in the world knows what that does to me,” she whispered. She didn’t need to tell me who.
Pam was my second partner of the evening, and she surprised me, too.
“It was almost a whole day after our time together last summer that I realized I’d come until I passed out and I never got you off,” she whispered as we engaged in some light petting and kissing. She was a little squirmy and wanted to rub all of her body against mine. I was happy to let her. “Can I…? Would you teach me how to give you a blow job? I’ve never even seen a man come before. I want to learn. And I want to give you back some of the pleasure you gave me.”
“Did I give you more pleasure than you wanted? So you need to give some back?”
“Oh, Brian! You’re so silly sometimes. Please teach me.” The instructional process was exhausting. After all, I wanted to make sure she got it right. I had to keep calling her up so I could kiss her and not just come right away.
“I’m about to come, sweetheart. If you keep your mouth on me, I’ll come in your mouth. You can spit it out or swallow it. If you don’t want it in your mouth, you’d better pull off and just use your hand like I showed you,” I said. I hadn’t given her much time to decide, but she sucked me deeper and I started shooting. After the first stream into her mouth, she pulled off and watched three more strings shoot skyward and then more dribble out over her hand. She immediately took me back in her mouth and cleaned all the come off me that she could reach with her tongue. We decided to use our last ten minutes in the shower and I washed the sticky stuff out of her hair.
Susan and Nancy were waiting for me together when I emerged.
“Can we sleep with you?” Susan asked. “We’d just like a few kisses and petting and then cuddle up to sleep.”
“That sounds wonderful to me,” I said. Really. It was after midnight already and with just two girls satisfied, it was beginning to feel like it would be a long night. We petted and kissed, but before long we were all asleep. I had a breast in each hand and two hands were cradling my cock.
“Us, Brian. We want a little more than a cuddle, but if you do a good job, we’ll be back to sleep in half an hour,” Lexi said. She and Judy hauled me out of one bed and brought me to theirs. There was no question that they wanted me to touch them and get them to a climax while they shared licking and sucking on my cock. It had been long enough for me that they were able to coax a substantial serving from the tip of my cock as they flooded my fingers with their come. True to their word, they cuddled up on either side of me and, in the aftermath of orgasms, we found sleep.
“Shhh. Don’t tell anyone I gave you an extra half hour,” TK said as she roused me from between Lexi and Judy. They moaned and rolled toward each other when I left the bed. “If we don’t make too much noise, we might get an extra half hour, too.”
“I’d just woken up,” I said. “But if you let me, I’ll fall right back to sleep.”
“I knew you’d be awake at four-thirty. But I don’t plan to let you get back to sleep.”
That was easier said than done. Kissing TK was a whole-body experience. I felt like every part of me had been touched in that first kiss.
“You put your bra and panties back on,” I whispered as I caressed her breast.
“I wanted you to be able to take them off. When you are ready, take off my clothes. Possess my body. Make love to me. I give you my explicit permission.”
I would have taken more time, but her bra was scratchy against my chest. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. The fact that I wanted to feel her nipples against me, under my hand, between my fingers, in my mouth—that had nothing to do with it. Really. I flicked open the rear closure and pulled her bra off a little at a time until I could feast on her incredible boobs. TK had been good, she said, but she’d also been practicing packaging her sexiness. She was beautiful, sexy, and willing. I am a firm believer in the fact that the most beautiful breasts in the world are the ones in your hands.
And TK responded. The moaning alone would probably wake up everyone else in the dormitory, but I didn’t care. There is nothing that compares to making love to a woman who is truly into it and enjoying it. And TK didn’t hesitate to let me know what she wanted, pulling my lips to her nipples, dragging my head back for a kiss, pushing my hands down to her butt. And pushing my head down between her legs when the panties no longer blocked my progress. She got her cookies multiple times before I ever got a condom on. But then…
“I love sex. I love all the ways you make me come. But I love having your cock in my pussy. This is what I’ve been looking forward to for three months. I just wanted you in me. I’m not putting out for every boy I date, Brian. After I went wild this summer, I’ve been careful. Since Christmas, abstinent. Just wanting your cock.” She was writhing under me and headed for another big one.
“I’m not yours. I won’t join your casa—at least not right now. I still plan to fuck every dick in the clan that gets hard for a woman this summer. But I didn’t want you disgusted to put your cock in me. I wanted to be clean for you. I’m going to jump Doug’s bones this week as soon as his bitches will let him loose. But anytime you want me, I’ll spread my legs for you. Any position you want. Any hole you want. Any time you want to… give… me… an orgasm!” TK’s voice broke up as she grabbed my ears in order to hold my mouth against hers as she screamed. The clamp and release, clamp and release of her pussy sent my cock into overdrive and I pounded into her, releasing everything I hadn’t already spent overnight.
We got word Monday that IU was flying us out to Los Angeles in the Grumman G-1 for the awards. Nikki was flying to Indy on Tuesday the 21st. She, Hannah, Elaine, April, Jason, and I would join Lonnie and Ellen Phillips. With the end of basketball season, there were no sports requiring the plane and they would even give us an extra day after the awards to enjoy LA. Then we found out Nikki’s professor and her husband were also coming. I guess each school felt they needed a chaperone.
In the midst of having the seniors with us, Elaine was still taping two shows a day except Friday. It was to be a single show and would be a double length, similar to the pilot we did with Heaven. Not only was its broadcast almost a year away, the contents were top secret. Only members of the clan and employees would be allowed in. Hannah arranged for two more camera operators who had to sign nondisclosures. We modified the set and created an actual runway. Heaven flew in the night before and coached all our women on how to use the catwalk. It was cool to see the ladies of the clan truly strutting their stuff. Heaven would also introduce and announce the models, giving a short description of what each was wearing.
They’d all been out on Wednesday to buy shoes under Leonard’s careful guidance. The results were fabulous. We worked half the night on making sure there was no echo or hollow drum sound as the models walked down the red carpet. We used the stairway as a launching point and Jessica cautioned all the girls to be sure of their footing. Jessica, Elaine, and Leonard would sit in front of the fireplace. The ramp ran from the stairs almost to the kitchen in front of them. While we were careful about camera angles, the four would seemingly be shooting from all directions. One mounted camera was at the end of the runway and could track the models all the way down. The second mounted camera was positioned to give a ‘judge’s eye view’ of the models and was visible just behind Elaine’s right shoulder. It would also serve as Elaine’s ‘aside’ camera. April’s camera was across the catwalk from Elaine and crew. Finally, Jason’s mobile camera could move with the models and would pick each one up as she stepped off the stairs.
We spent most of the morning rehearsing. Liz was flying around adjusting and touching up the girls’ makeup and hair. Leonard fussed over the dresses and outfits with Jennifer right beside him. With enough drapes strategically located around the room and all the lighting moved, our studio looked like it was straight out of Paris. Everyone in the clan who wasn’t actively involved in the production was in the audience. Some of us were even on Elaine’s set. Adam sat next to Jessica as she did her commentary. Leonard sat between Jessica and Elaine.
ELAINE: Leonard, I’ve been wearing your designs for every show since I started doing Chick Chat. We had to convert an entire office into my closet. What got you into designing women’s clothes?
LEONARD: I love women.
ELAINE: You… But you’re… Aren’t you…?
LEONARD: Look at the women we live and work with. You’ll see some of them when we do the runway show. They are beautiful. Heaven called one of them the most beautiful woman she knows. They aren’t models, but they are simply perfect. I love their curves, their softness, the flare of their hips. I love the way they smell, the way fabric clings to their bodies. I love the bounce in their walk and the flip of their hair. Let’s face it, Elaine. I absolutely adore women. I just don’t want to have sex with one.
ELAINE: And with that in mind, Heaven, why don’t you tell us about what we’re about to see.
We shot and reshot scenes. Hannah choreographed the camera movement, and when she spotted something in a model’s outfit that needed to be adjusted or a movement that she particularly liked, she cut and had them repeat it with different camera angles. Sora worked with the other eleven to incorporate dance steps into their routine and when all twelve were lined up to show the collection, Warren hit the music and they did a few seconds of a line dance.
HEAVEN: What excites me about this collection is the models. These ladies do not fit the standard definition of a runway model. They aren’t all super skinny. None of them is over five-nine. In fact, one is under five feet tall. We shopped for shoes to go with their outfits and could buy normal sizes and not elevens and twelves. And look at how incredibly beautiful they are. Leonard designs real clothes for real women. These ladies could all go out in public in what they are wearing and not be afraid the clothing will tear, ride up in the wrong places, expose them accidentally, or even be ruined by a spill. This is not a collection designed to look good on only one particular type of person in only one setting. It is designed for young, active women, who just love to look good. Very much like the young women I meet on Redress.
ELAINE: And Leonard, in the very first monologue I did to launch Chick Chat, I talked about how girls like to look sexy. It’s a good feeling and gives a girl confidence. Not one of these outfits is slutty, but every single one of them is sexy. What has been your inspiration for this collection?
LEONARD: Can we walk up on the runway? Heaven, is that allowed? [Nods. The three step up into the gap the camera was shooting through.] A small, openly gay man in the heart of the Midwest is sometimes an easy target for bullies. A small, openly gay man who is constantly surrounded by the most beautiful girls in the school is slightly less susceptible. When we were in seventh grade, Lexi, Judy, Susan, Nancy, Pam, and TK adopted me. And Mary, who is a year older than we are. These seven young women standing on either side of us treated me with respect and kindness—a tenet of our agreement with each other and with the other guys in our group. They are my inspiration. I love each of you and I love all of you. [Elaine and Heaven step back so the six girls can get to Leonard and kiss his cheek.]
TK: Uh… Leonard? Does that mean…?
LEONARD: No, TK. I still won’t sleep with you!
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