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65 Year End
SATURDAY WAS COMMENCEMENT day at IU. As we found out last year, it was huge and our two grads this year would not be individually recognized. We would try to spot them in the massive crowd when their schools were recognized.
Dawn and Cathy had begun school together, but Cathy had difficulty with a party-girl approach to college the first year and barely managed to keep enough credits to stay in school. She slowed down both her partying and her pace through college so, unlike Dawn, she still had a year to go. Between her terrible experience the night of our Valentine party a year and a half ago and the adoption into Casa de la Tierra, she’d really gotten her head on straight. There was no question in my mind that Louise ran that casa and that she kept Cathy on the straight and narrow. Cathy on the other hand, could lead Carl around by the balls. Brenda was happy that she had two girls eating her and two guys fucking her.
Tim was a happy guy, too. He’d just accepted a teaching job and position as assistant football coach at Scottsburg High School, about an hour southeast of us. It was a little far to commute on a regular basis, but he figured that if he rented a small place down there, he’d still be back with us on weekends or Sora could come to his place when he had games. He’d also be the head coach for wrestling and an assistant track coach. He was excited to put together his plan for the Phys Ed courses he was responsible for. Crap! It sounded like teaching was a lot of work!
“Brian?” Dawn asked as she approached me that evening. Her parents had just left, proud that their little girl had graduated and intrigued by our living arrangements at the ranch. Casa del Sol and Casa del Agua had both left the studio where we held the reception. Clothing was beginning to fall off people.
“What is it, nurse?” I asked. She giggled.
“Could I spend the night with you and yours tonight? I’m not asking for… you know… intercourse or like that, but… Well, it’s my graduation day and I’d like to… sort of celebrate. You know?” She was a little pink and I knew she’d had a couple glasses of champagne. I reached over and began untying her belt.
“Dawn, are you asking if you can come up to the big bedroom at Casa del Fuego, get naked with the household, and get sandwiched between me and one or more girls, or another guy, or between two girls while we love you all night long?” I said. The gi was still held together by the little tie on the inside and I didn’t yet try to loosen it.
“Yes,” Dawn squeaked.
“Or…” I continued. She looked startled. “Do you want me to take you to the master bedroom, either alone or with your choice of friend and sandwich you between us as we love you all night long?”
“You’d do that? For me?” she asked. I pulled the inner tie of the gi loose and let the jacket just drape from her shoulders as I looked in her eyes. She smiled and her face lit up. “Brian, I give you explicit permission to undress me, touch me, and make love to me, wherever you choose tonight, in whatever way we happen to get to. Up to and including intercourse if we feel like it. Either in your big room with your hearthmates or in your bedroom. Thank you, Patrón.” I pulled her to me and slid my arms around her inside her gi as we kissed. “Um… Maybe we should be kind and give the master bedroom to Tim and Sora,” she giggled. “I think they plan to celebrate, too!”
We all ended up in the big room. Tim and Sora did celebrate, but with us. She had a couple surprises for him. Even though they were committed to each other one-on-one, Sora allowed a few exceptions. It was only fair since she still joined me in the big room for a little touch and feel on occasion, though we hadn’t made love in quite a while. Tim sat bolt upright when Sora was kissing him and Liz wrapped her lips around his cock. I’d have to say that Liz’s blowjobs were almost as deep as, and far more sensual than, Brenda’s. Sora shoved him back down and continued kissing. That wasn’t his only surprise. When Sora mounted his cock, the world’s smoothest pussy lips descended on his mouth. I don’t know if he was more surprised, or if Samantha was more surprised at being invited. Both knew they’d better make the best of this one-time opportunity.
And Dawn. She got what we’d both played around the edges of since the first time we met in the Memorial Union. While many of us played together, I was surprised that it was Hannah who put a condom on me and directed me into Dawn’s recently licked pussy.
“You’ve been wanting to fuck my boyfriend for two years,” Hannah whispered.
“Yes,” Dawn croaked. “I have.”
“But…”
“But I was scared of you,” Dawn admitted. I pushed into her and she gasped.
“And now?” Hannah continued. Something was going on I wasn’t privy to. It was hard to focus on anything but her full round breasts pressed against my chest and my cock sliding into her tight wet vagina. Dawn gasped.
“And now, you’re going to fuck me with him,” Dawn rasped. I could feel something pressing on my cock from the inside and then the buzz started. Hannah had inserted a vibrator into Dawn’s backside! “Yes! Fuck me!” Dawn screamed. I think everyone in the room paused to watch her orgasm until she passed out.
“It seems so plain for company,” Dani said as we fixed six capons for the oven. I hadn’t been able to view capons the same way since I saw ‘rooster fries’—the testicles that male birds parted with in the process of becoming capons—listed on a sports restaurant’s menu as ‘fowl balls’. Who the hell has the job of castrating chickens? Dani was preparing potatoes, carrots, onions, and turnips for roasting with the birds as I rubbed my blend of seasonings into them. The scent of cinnamon blended with the curry, garlic, paprika, turmeric, and other spices, was divine. The trick to this recipe was not to over-season the birds. The real secret to this recipe was in the aroma while it was cooking.
“Our guests are simple people, sweetheart,” I said. “You haven’t met Marshall and Martha. They appreciate good food, but they are farmers at heart. This will give some new flavors and still have the feel that we didn’t do something ‘special’ that would make them uncomfortable or feel they’ve been a burden.”
“I think the romertopfs are soaked enough,” Hannah said from the sink. “Is this the recipe where they get lined with parchment?”
“Right. Parchment and then we put in the layer of vegetables. Then the capon. Put the onions inside the birds. Without the parchment, we’d spend all afternoon scrubbing the clay pots.” Dani edged over and kissed Hannah on top of her head and ran a hand down her arm.
“I love cooking with you,” she said. Hannah grinned. She cut the parchment and lined each of the six soaked clay pots. Dani added the vegetables and I placed the birds on top. We put the lids on and placed the six clay pots in our two big ovens. “What about all the rest of the vegetables?” Dani asked.
“They go in the roaster with a couple cups of chicken broth. It won’t take as long to cook those and we can put them in an oven in the studio about eleven,” I said. “That reminds me. We’re collecting all the bones and carcasses from these birds to make more broth. We’ll have to do it over at the studio where we have that huge kettle.”
“The way these are seasoned, it should make great broth,” Hannah said. “Danielle? Want to cuddle for a while?” Dani grinned at Hannah and led her to the chair. When they were finally settled in, it was impossible to tell which of the two was sitting on the other. They had their arms wrapped around each other and in a little while were both asleep. I think Hannah took as much comfort from Danielle these days as she did from Rose. Just in a very different way.
For the first time ever, Danielle did not go home to Louisville with her sisters. There were a lot of tears and angst as the sisters parted on Monday, and Danielle promised she would come to visit in a couple of weeks. But Dani made it clear to them that El Rancho del Corazón was her home now. Debbie and Dolly understood, but had declined our invitation to join the clan. There was a little sense of relief on everyone’s part. We almost felt obligated to invite the other two sisters just because we were inviting their triplet.
At the same time, it called for a celebration and we lit a fire Wednesday night. We’d cut hay on Monday and then had a thunderstorm on Tuesday. We were really hoping for dry weather the rest of the week, but every morning we had dense fog. With temperatures in the high seventies, though, Marshall assured us that the hay would be dry enough to bale in a week. In the meantime, Wednesday night was a clan night and we were all ready to celebrate.
“We have lots of reasons to celebrate tonight,” Rose said. “Dawn and Tim graduated. Dawn is going to continue to be here as she starts work on a master’s degree in nursing with an emphasis in prenatal and obstetric care. Having two babies around has inspired Dawn to become a midwife. Tim will be teaching down at Scottsburg and living here part time. I think Sora wants to say something about that.” Sora stood up beside Rose.
“Cousins and hearthmates and my compañera. I would like to officially introduce my novia, Tim.” Sora called Tim up beside her and kissed him. We need to put those two out in the field. The heat they generated would dry the hay in no time. They’d really decided to go all out, though. Rose, Adam, Samantha, Liz, Whitney, and Lionel all came up to assist in stripping the couple and helping them into new green gis. We weren’t done yet, though. I stepped in front of Tim.
“Tim, on behalf of our hearthmates, I’d like to officially welcome you to Casa del Fuego. We didn’t know how this would work when Sora started dating you, but you’ve been close to all of us for over a year now. We want you to be part of our household.” With that, I tied a red belt around his green gi and took the white one. All our hearthmates came up to hug Tim.
“Casa del Sol? Lionel, you said you wanted a minute at the fire,” Rose said when we’d settled down.
“Well, as long as we are announcing novia and such, Sugar and I wanted to tell you all that we’re going to get married,” Lionel said. “We’ve been playing house for two years now and we like it. We’d like Rose to get that ordination she’s been talking about ordering so she can tie the knot for us.” Lionel and Sugar kissed and believe me, Sora and Tim had nothing on them in the heat department.
“There’s one other thing,” Sugar said. “Rose, can you get that ordination soon? We’re pregnant.” Wow! That set the whole clan going. Apparently, they hadn’t told Lamar or Renee yet and the brothers were hugging and dancing around.
“Spring and love is in the air,” Rose laughed. “I finished the paperwork and my application is ready to mail tomorrow. Not a minute too soon!” She turned to me and I stood beside her.
“We keep growing. Our third clan baby,” I said. “I’m glad Dawn is going to be a midwife. Wow!” We all laughed and were in a damned fine mood. “One of the things we’ve discovered is that there are all kinds of relationships within our clan and all kinds of love. That’s why we want to welcome a new clan member and a new hearthmate to Casa del Fuego. Clan of the Heart, this is our cousin and hearthmate, Danielle.”
That was what we all thought the fire was for in the first place and as soon as Rose and I tied the red belt around Dani’s waist it was a huge hugfest. We didn’t actually get naked until we’d put out the fire and everyone had gone to their own homes. I made love to Angela and she stayed draped across my right side as Dani curled up next to us on my left and hugged us both.
Saturday night, I went to my sixth career prom. I swore it was the last one. Amber was lovely in an understated gown. As often as I wore a tux, I was beginning to think I needed to buy one. We didn’t try to make a big thing about being there. Amber had made some friends at West County High School and we chatted with several. I was greeted and welcomed, but no one really knew who I was. I hadn’t felt anonymous in years. I kind of liked it.
It gave us a lot of time to just dance and enjoy ourselves.
“Do you remember last year’s prom?” Amber sighed as she came into my arms for a slow song.
“How could I forget?” I chuckled. “Does this one go all night? I should have packed a bag.”
“Not here. It ends at two. We don’t have to stay to the bitter end,” she said. “I just want to enjoy this last vestige of high school.”
“Do you miss Rich?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. Of course I do. But we’re really good friends. It just wasn’t right to ask him to come down here for prom when I didn’t want to go up there. I’m sure they’re all having a blast, but… I didn’t realize how my parents’ lifestyle was affecting me,” she sighed. “I just don’t want to go back.”
“They have no idea what they gave up. I’m so sorry, Amber. Are you okay with life at the ranch? We’re pretty wild at times.”
“Oh, Brian. The problem was never being wild or nudity. The problem was being treated like a sexual object, even though no one touched me. It was the constant being on guard—not feeling comfortable masturbating in my room with the door locked because I knew they were watching somehow. That’s not how life is on the ranch. I have more privacy sharing a room with April, Addison, and Dawn than I had in a private room at home.”
“It’s going to get crazy again this summer. I’m thinking we need to give you guys the whole loft instead of what we called the dorms. Eighteen or twenty of you in that space is too crowded.”
“Don’t you have eighteen or twenty in your big bedroom?” she giggled.
“Well, yes. When everyone is there it’s pretty crowded. But we’re all… Well, we have something a little more intimate than we can assume you all have,” I said. Like someone is always making love next to you.
“Maybe. I know that I would be completely comfortable undressing with you and sleeping with you. And I would know that even if you were looking at my boobs or my pussy, it was at my invitation and you wouldn’t do anything else until I invited it,” she said.
“What is it you would like, Amber?” I asked. “It’s your night. How can I make it special for you?” She grinned at me.
“I’m ready to leave. This was nice, but it’s not really me,” she said. “Take me to White Castle and let’s dance in the aluminum room.” I laughed. But why not? The nearest White Castle was on the south side of Indianapolis. That was only a little more than an hour away.
We left the prom about ten o’clock and drove up to Indianapolis to the nearest White Castle I knew of. We ordered a sack of sliders and fries with a couple chocolate shakes. And in between mouthfuls, we danced around the little burger place to the sound of their piped in music. They were amused.
“Remember what I said, Brian?”
“Well, probably not every word from the entire night,” I laughed. “Remind me of what you are thinking of.”
“That I’d be comfortable undressing and sleeping with you.”
“Amber, what would you like, love?”
“Please take me to bed, Brian. I’m not just giving explicit permission. I’m asking you to undress me, hold me, caress me. Please let me do the same to you. I’ve seen you with Danielle and I’ve talked to her. She says it doesn’t require intercourse to be happy and satisfied. Still, if it comes to that, I’d also be happy and satisfied to make love,” she said.
“Let’s see if anyone is occupying the master bedroom. Sometimes, they leave it open for me when I’m on a date. Just in case, you know.” I led Amber to the second floor and into my room. As I suspected, it was empty. Once we were in complete privacy, I kissed her. She kissed me. It was sweet. But what she wanted—and I was willing—was to be naked in bed, cuddling. I carefully undressed her, hanging her gown in the closet, and folding the undergarments neatly. Seeing her in just her stockings and heels was… inspiring, to say the least. But if she’d discussed it with Danielle, I knew she wasn’t just trying to get turned on or to turn me on. I finished undressing her, and when she was completely nude, she undressed me.
Of course, we’d seen each other nude. I’d once buried my face in her pussy, much to our mutual delight. But there is something about standing naked with just one other person and knowing no one will disturb you and that you are there by choice. You actually want to be naked with that one other person in the room. We brushed our teeth and I turned back the covers.
“I half expected you to have satin sheets,” she giggled.
“I am not that guy!” I said. It brought to mind images of a dude who could slide out of bed on his own grease. Amber tumbled into bed and held out her arms to me.
We kissed and petted. We let our hands run over each other in much the same kind of soft strokes that I used with Dani. While we touched erogenous zones, we weren’t being sexy. We kissed and nuzzled and generally enjoyed the closeness of each other.
“Brian,” she whispered. “Danielle is right. It is intimate and satisfying. But, I can’t help but look ahead to another level of completion.”
“What would you like, dear?”
“I would like you to keep going. To progress toward the finish line. To make love to me. Brian, you don’t need to go any faster, but please keep going.”
Stopping never crossed my mind.
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