Becoming the Storm
3 A Happy Birthday
FRIDAY NIGHT, we celebrated Pam’s birthday in the studio. Her parents and little brother, Brett, came down for the weekend. Her brother wasn’t really that little. He was sixteen and I could understand why he’d be interested if Pam was showing off too much skin around home. I’d probably have gotten out a hose, like her mother had last year. The thing was, I didn’t think Pam was really full-grown yet. She had that kind of cute, coltish look that I associated with Cassie before she’d really blossomed. Bonnie, her mom, was practical. Her dad, Jack, was obviously having trouble letting go of his baby. He insisted on an inspection of the dormitories and his daughter’s living arrangements. Then he wanted a tour of the whole ranch. Since they didn’t get in until dinner time, we persuaded him to wait for the rest of the tour until Saturday. Brett stayed in the guys’ dorm and was very enthusiastic.
“Can I live here when I come to college?” he asked his sister. “This place is just so cool!”
“This place is a lot of work, young man,” Bonnie broke in before Pam could answer. “And if you don’t get your grades up this year, you’ll be digging sewers and not going to college.” He huffed a little, but a glance from his father shut him up. I could just see adding another generation to the clan! This summer, there were nine guys in the dorm on one side, and thirteen women on the other. I guessed that would pretty much continue when school started because only Geoff, Kevin, and Robyn would be leaving.
Jack and Bonnie were guests of Theresa and Larry, who had plenty of room in the lower part of the barn duplex. They often hosted parents now that there was no guest room in the studio. It kind of gave the appearance that we had some responsible adults around. As ranch managers, Larry coordinated everything about the grounds now and Theresa coordinated everything about the people. She acted as our gracious hostess for birthday parties and big meals. If there were guests on the ranch who weren’t a part of the production, then Theresa was with them. She was so cute! And in just a week, little Eleanor would be a year old. I was already beginning to feel like time was flying. My son was nine months old. He was crawling as fast as his little knees would let him—which wasn’t very fast. He was still so chubby from drinking all that fresh mommy milk that his knees barely reached the floor around his tummy.
After the Irvings and the Owenses had retired, I pulled Pam aside and gave her the little card I carried.
“Happy birthday, PJ,” I said. “I remembered what you asked for and… well, I’m here to grant your wish.” Her eyes popped open and after verifying that her parents had left the studio and her brother had gone to the dormitory, she jumped on me and kissed me into instant arousal.
“Hey there, hot pants,” Rose said, slapping her on the butt. “You’d better read the card before you get too carried away.” Pam put her feet back on the ground and I reluctantly let go of her. She was blushing and tore open the card.
“This certificate entitles you to a one-week residency in the Fuego Master Suite, to be coordinated with the casa to confirm availability. Fresh towels and linens will be provided as will breakfast in bed on your first morning. Anything else you wish to have in the room you will need to provide yourself,” she read. “You mean it doesn’t come equipped with a lover?” she asked. “I’m going to have so much work to do on campus this fall!” We all laughed and I got one more very inviting kiss before we all headed to our own beds.
The next week was exhausting, taping three episodes per day of Young Cooking. Jackie and Patti had worked out an arrangement where I taped one show with Jackie’s audience and two with Patti’s. The whole process of having two different producers had been a little confusing, but the result was that we were able to catch up all of Patti’s production, leaving only Jackie’s for the extended two days the next week. Patti was a little sad that she wasn’t going to get the extended bonus for the last two days of shooting, but understood that we wouldn’t have to pay extra for cameramen, as well. Lonnie and Hannah kept secret the fact that we paid out bonuses to everyone who worked on the show at the end of camp.
I was thankful that Friday night I had Courtney to help me with celebrating Jennifer’s twenty-first birthday. Tim wasn’t able to be there to make cocktails for Jen’s first legal drink. He was down in Scottsburg getting settled into his new apartment and working with the football team. Sora was going down in the morning to ‘help’ him and attend the coaches’ welcome dinner.
Jennifer had a couple drinks pretty quickly. I was worried that she was going to overdo it. She’d been on pins and needles all day. I’d given her a ruby necklace as a birthday present. It was an exact match for the one I gave Courtney on her birthday.
But Jennifer was less interested in drinking than in sex.
She practically dragged Courtney and me up the stairs to my room as soon as it didn’t seem inhospitable. Mom, Dad, and Anna would be coming down to celebrate tomorrow. We were going to have to air out the master bedroom before they got there. I’d never smelled Jennifer so aroused and excited. When we were in the room, Jennifer closed and locked the door behind us. I was glad Dani planned to spend the night with her sisters. Jennifer leaned against the door.
“Is there something bothering you, precious?” I asked. Courtney and I stood at the foot of the bed watching her. Jen took a deep breath.
“Brian, I give you explicit permission to put your cock in my bottom tonight,” she said in a rush. “Courtney, please help me. Please, get me ready.” I glanced over at Courtney and her mouth was hanging open the same as mine.
“Jenny baby, are you sure?” Courtney squeaked.
“I want to know what you feel,” Jen said. “I might not like it and probably will never do it again, but I just want to know how loved you feel when Brian takes you there. I like it when you play with me there, but… Oh, God! It’s going to hurt because I can’t relax my bottom. It’s worse than getting spanked.” I’m not positive, but I think that even as she said that, Jen came. Court rushed to her and Jennifer sagged against her.
“Come to bed, honey. Nothing will get forced up your bottom that you aren’t ready for. Before you ever get Brian’s cock near it, you’re going to have my tongue. I love you, baby. I’m going to make this the best ever.”
She did.
We made love for nearly an hour. Courtney and I just focused on pleasuring Jennifer with our fingers and our tongues. I slid into her pussy with my cock and rocked her to another orgasm. All the time, we kept playing with her bottom. Each time we touched her little brown hole with a tongue or finger, Jennifer would tense and hold her breath. We’d focus on some other part and she would relax and have another orgasm. Eventually, she quit noticing that we were touching her asshole, even pushing a finger into her a little.
Courtney and I nodded to each other and I sheathed myself. By this time, I was so hard that it hurt. We attacked Jennifer’s clit together and then rolled her legs back as I pushed into her pussy. Courtney kissed Jen and played with her nipples as I stroked in and out, touching her clit as much as I could. When Jen was nearly at her peak again, I pulled back. Courtney guided me to Jennifer’s star and I pushed in slowly but firmly. Her bottom opened up for me and I kept pushing as Jen began climaxing over and over.
“Oh! Ohmygod! You’re in my bottom. You’re fucking my bottom! It hurts! Don’t stop! I’m a nasty, naughty Girl Scout. You’re fucking my nasty bottom! Spank me. I’m so naughty. Spank my dirty Girl Scout bottom!”
Jen had a wild look in her eyes, throwing her head back and forth as she climaxed again. I’d never heard her talk so dirty. She was a little wild, but this was way over the top. Well, she asked for it. I reached back and swatted her bottom hard as I drove my cock in to its full depth.
Jen screamed. She convulsed so hard that the spasm in her rectum choked off my first spurt of come and sent it rocketing back up my own tubes. Oh damn! My prostate didn’t process the message and fired again. The second shot met no resistance at all as Jen went limp and passed out. There were four more spasms in my cock as I drained my balls. Everything was so tender I couldn’t move, even to pull out of her. I was gasping for breath. Courtney was holding both Jen and me in her arms and was gasping just as much as me. I finally managed to withdraw, not without some few jerks as ripples ran through my softening cock. I rolled to the side. Jennifer started snoring. It was obvious she wasn’t waking up any time soon.
“Wow!” Courtney and I said at the same time. We started laughing. Courtney rolled out of bed and ran to get a washcloth to clean me up.
“When you’re capable again, I’d like a little of that, too,” she said as she bathed me. We moved Jennifer over slightly and then Court lay down half on top of me. “A little rough for my tastes, but was that ever intense!”
“I’ve never heard her like that,” I breathed.
“She’s been building up to this for weeks. I couldn’t figure out what she was heading toward. Now we know. I love you, Brian. You always give us just what we need.”
“Even if it kills me,” I said. We laughed and then kissed some more.
“So, are you going to plunder every bottom in the casa?” Courtney giggled. “You got my anal cherry before my pussy.”
“It was my first as well,” I reminded her.
“Then there’s been Brenda. She bragged about it for weeks. Then Elaine. We could all tell by the way she was walking when you brought her home. Then Cassie…”
“I’ve never actually been in Cassie’s bottom. Not all the way,” I defended.
“Just far enough to shoot your stuff up inside. The rest is coming soon, though, I have to admit that sensation is pretty awesome and completely different than having you all the way in. And now Jennifer. Who would have thought that?”
“Just so you know, I’m not planning to make a career of butt-fucking. Every one of those has been very special.” My cock, under Courtney’s patient ministry, was hardening. I’d been in her bottom more frequently than all the others added together. Now, though, she slotted me into her wet pussy and we moved together slowly.
“I love you so much, Brian. I love making love to you any way we do it. I love being held in your arms. I love holding our bodies close together. I love living together and loving together.”
“You’re telling me something, my courtesan. Are you all right?”
“Oh, yes. But things are going to be difficult this fall. We’re all taking heavy loads. Dr. Hanratty has asked me to be his student assistant in the new C Plus Plus class. I’d be thrilled if it weren’t for the fact that he’s asked Wayne Enders to assist him in the UNIX class. I need that class for my degree. My nemesis,” she sighed as she continued small thrusts with her hips.
“He never found out about your ruse last year, did he? In the Easter Egg hunt?”
“Not for sure, but he suspects. He also suspects I know it was him who changed all the grades the spring before. He scares me,” she said.
“I don’t like the fact that you are so often alone near him,” I said. “He even creeps me out.”
“I think Ross is going to take computer classes this fall. I’ll try to coordinate my schedule with him or you. And Lamar is just in the next building. I’ll talk to him, too. It seems like every time I turn around, the creep is watching me from somewhere,” Courtney sighed. “Love me, Brian. Make these thoughts go away.”
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