Becoming the Storm
16 Trail Ride
HANNA AND I were so frustrated after the Media Management exam on Monday that we were practically shouting at each other. We weren’t really mad at each other, but the exam had hit some real hot buttons.
“How dare he use that example for an exam?” Hannah complained as we came in the back door of the house. “Changed the names and the offense, but it was the exact same scenario.”
“What did you write?”
“I wrote that I fired his fucking ass and had the police take him off my set!”
“I wouldn’t even be in this class if it wasn’t for you making me an executive producer. What do I know about Media Management? I should have had, like, ten prereqs before I took this class.”
“You? If it weren’t for you and your cooking show, I’d never have gotten into this business!” We were both stripping off our clothes inside the door and hanging them on hooks. We heard a shuffle in the family room and looked over. Both of us were thinking about the stress kit.
The stuff in the box was all lying on the floor in front of it. In the box… Well, standing in the box, was Dani. She was naked and just standing there with a kind of lopsided grin on her face.
“Me!” Hannah and I both yelled as we ran to her. We all ended up giggling. I settled back in the big chair with Hannah and Dani on top of me and sort of on each other as well. It’s like they weave their legs—over, under, over, under.
Hannah and I put little kisses all over our tall hearthmate and she returned the favor as we petted each other.
“Oh, Danielle,” Hannah sighed. “I just love you. Don’t tell Silk I said so, but you’re better than horses.”
“Do you mind, Dani?” I asked. I was a little worried. “Is it stressful to you that we all want to hold and pet you to reduce our stress?”
“Silly!” Dani said to me, touching my nose with her finger. “I love you, too, Hannah.” Then Dani pulled Hannah to her and kissed her. And kissed her.
“Oh, wow!” Hannah sighed. “Is the vibrator still over there? I might need it next. You calm me and excite me at the same time.”
Dani turned to look at me. I smiled. She held my eyes and we came together in a kiss. Yes. I understood what Hannah meant. Calm and excited.
“What can we do for you, Dani-love? What do you need?” I asked. Hannah and I continued to pet our tall lean girlfriend all over and give her little kisses.
“Do you think I don’t get as much out of our cuddles and time together as you?” she asked. “Or that I don’t enjoy all the touching? Still… You know we have that food purchasing exam coming up on Thursday. It might be nice to come home and find Hannah in the kit.” We all giggled and renewed our little kiss-fest.
“You’ve got it, sweetheart,” Hannah laughed. “Imagine me: a stress-reliever! It’s usually the other way around.”
“There is one thing, though,” Dani said. “Um… Debbie and Dolly are in the same class. They might need some attention, too.”
“Is that okay with you?” I asked. We’d avoided sexual contact with the other two triplets, but I had the feeling that was what Dani was warning us about. She smiled.
“They’re my sisters!” she said. “It might be nice if mine wasn’t the only face that was getting soaked by them.”
In fact, getting my face soaked by Debbie had still continued to be a fantasy, even though we never acted on it. Dani and I touched each other more intimately now that we’d been living together for the past several months. Occasionally, we brought each other off using our fingers and our kisses had become deep and sometimes passionate. Most of the time we just wanted to cuddle together—often with one or more of our other hearthmates. Nor did Dani hesitate to get right up against anyone else in the casa—even if they were making love. I think Sora and Tim had been surprised one afternoon when they realized Dani had been hugging them both during their love making.
But even though Dani and I were intimately touching each other and I definitely got turned on by her ministrations, the big fantasy in my mind was Debbie’s pussy being held open for my viewing pleasure by her sister Dolly. And Debbie made no secret about sharing the fantasy, often positioning herself in gatherings so I had a clear view up her twat. It almost made the foods exam something to look forward to.
The exam was stressful. Maybe it is because I was used to dealing with chemistry formulae and concepts that those exams didn’t stress me out as much, even though they were detailed and difficult. And statistics was just math. Quantity Food Purchasing covered scenarios ranging from planning a family gathering for twenty to restaurant buying to organizing a chow line for a thousand soldiers. You had to plan the menu and the quantities, determine the ordering schedule, work within the parameters of local refrigeration and storage, and have minimal waste after the meal. We’d been so laissez faire about how we ordered food for the ranch and our different casa. We just kept the freezers and pantries full and pretty much let groups select what they wanted. Even when we planned the big buffets for Lionel and Sugar’s wedding and for Thanksgiving, we just cooked as much food as we could and figured that was enough.
I’d heard enough times about what soldiers lived on when they were deployed. One of the standing jokes in foods was that you feed a thousand soldiers by ordering a thousand MREs from the commissary. I didn’t like the fact that this was what our soldiers had to eat, but I understood. Logistically, getting fresh food to that many people under adverse conditions would be a nightmare and present a high likelihood of people not eating.
The four of us were so exhausted on the way home after the exam that we just sat silently in the car, staring out the windows. Addison had a business final nearby and took over the driving for the day. She chattered on about her exam while the rest of us zoned out.
She delivered us to the door of the big house and left to park the car. We stumbled in the back door, tossing our coats at the hooks.
“I can’t believe we survived that,” Debbie moaned. “I’ll be lucky if I graduate now.”
“Why are we so disorganized about buying food for the ranch?” I agreed. “We’re probably going broke from lack of meal planning for the clan and the casa.”
“I’m rethinking my career choices,” Dolly said. Dani just leaned against me. There was a giggle from the family room and we turned to look. Maybe there is a God!
Hannah, Jennifer, TK, and Brenda stood in front of the fireplace. They were all naked and each had one foot in the stress kit box.
“That looks better than a box of chocolates,” Dani said. The four girls approached us and started undressing us. Hannah went straight to Dani and TK came to me.
“Our poor stressed babies need a shower,” Hannah said.
“Let me get rid of these nasty old clothes,” TK whispered looking at me. She unbuttoned my shirt and my hands automatically rose to grasp her lush, full breasts. “I give you explicit permission to take me in any way you want,” TK continued. “I hope you’ll take full advantage of the offer.”
We were led upstairs to the third floor and ushered into the showers. We had two huge showers up there and they easily accommodated all eight of us. Our attendants gently washed, rinsed, kissed, and loved us up. While we were still in the shower, TK dropped to her knees and swallowed me whole. I didn’t even have time to think before I was pulsing my first relief into her throat. As she lifted her mouth, she moved to capture my cock between her breasts and rub up and down—cleaning me off, she said.
“If you want to go around the world, I’m ready,” TK whispered. “I’m still an anal virgin, Brian, but I give it to you gladly.”
Well, that set the tone for the afternoon. We each had an attendant, but I did, indeed get a chance to peer up into Debbie’s pussy and taste the wonders of the triplets while she engulfed my cock in her mouth. Surprisingly, Debbie’s was the only one of the triplets’ pussies that I tasted, and when she flooded my face with her juices, she rolled off me. Her sisters attacked my face and mouth with their tongues, licking every trace of her from my face and enjoying a tongue battle as we competed for the juice. In the meantime, a condom was rolled onto my cock and TK mounted me. The triplets were reclaimed by their attendants, and from the sighs and moans, it sounded like their stress was being fully relieved.
TK was definitely living out some fantasies, as well. I licked her to an orgasm while she brought me to my third full erection with her mouth and then turned around.
“Will you? Please?” she whispered. She was panting and still flushed from her latest orgasm. “Please fuck my ass, Brian. I’ve been thinking about it all week.” I complied. After first making sure she was well-lubricated with my tongue and then with lube, I pushed one and then two fingers into her anus. TK was planning to get on her hands and knees, but I held her on her back.
“I want to look into your eyes as I push into you,” I said. “You are an incredibly sexy woman. I want to squeeze your tits, bend to kiss your lips, and then push your knees back against your chest as I ease my way into you.”
“Yes! Do it! I want it so much.” She was surprised when I sank into her pussy first. One of the things I love about this position is that it allows maximum penetration in either hole. It was one of the many things Courtney and I had discovered. I pulled out of her pussy, dropped an inch and pressed against her anal opening. There was a little fluttering as TK started to hyperventilate and I slid through the tight ring. TK gasped and then a look of absolute bliss overrode her features. “Yes. Do my ass. I love it.”
Surprisingly, we made it downstairs to dinner and all eight of us were very relaxed.
With no more exams and several hours before my next commitment, I baked Scottish pies early in the morning.
“What did you think, honey?” I started my morning talk. It was early and after last night’s study and love fest, I didn’t really expect Hannah to be up with me, but I grinned when I thought of her feeling like I was tickling her brain. “Did you get Dani all over your face last night? If she tastes anything like Debbie, I’m sure it was yummy. You know, I think we’re going to make love sometime soon. And, Honey, when we do, I don’t think I’ll have time to stop and get a condom. I talked to Rose. I haven’t talked to Dani yet. I hope she’s planning to become my cónyuge.” I sautéed onion and garlic, then started browning the ground beef. I was glad we’d invested in some really big pots and pans for the house. I had them in the studio, of course, but there were just too many of us in the house to not have cookware that was as good as what was in the studio. The stuff from the company in Wisconsin was great for a normal size family and I used it exclusively on the show, but when we were cooking for the casa or for the clan we just needed something big. Bill Price had taken me shopping at a restaurant supply store in Indianapolis.
“That’s not all, though. Geoff, Kevin, and Robyn will be flying in tomorrow. It worries me. Geoff says Robyn is feeling pretty good again after the month’s rest in rehab. But she’s worried about how we’ll treat her. Do you remember what it was like when you came to Mishawaka from the hospital? I wish we’d have done so much different. It felt like we walked on eggshells around you. I know now that just made you feel even worse. But how do we strike a balance? We can’t just pretend it never happened. Robyn knows we know. She’ll probably want to have it out with us right away. Just… Maybe you could help us all. You’ve been there. Nikki will get here on Sunday. I can’t believe she has a Saturday exam. I guess it has to do with her moving on to her Masters. I know she’ll be a big help. I’m not sure Liz should try to dye Robyn’s hair, though.” Hannah giggled behind me. I turned and saw my pixie girlfriend sitting at the counter.
“Smells good,” she sighed.
“Cooking onions and garlic always smells good, even at five o’clock in the morning,” I laughed. I handed her a cappuccino. She put sprinkles on top of the foam. “Will you help us strike the right balance?”
“As much as I can. I don’t think we should offer her brownies, though.”
“Do we even have any left?”
“If we do, they are probably hard as bricks in the file cabinet. I haven’t eaten one since… Since Danielle came to live with us.” I nodded. All of us had been more stable, calmer, since the arrival of my newest girlfriend. She just had that effect on us. “I’ll help, but we need some strategies. I’m not sure I know what to do just because I’ve been there.”
“How about a trail ride?”
“I don’t know if Robyn likes the horses that well.”
“I mean us. Today. Now.”
“Yes! What fun!”
“Why don’t you start putting together a saddlebag lunch for us. We’ll have pies to put in it.”
“You were planning that anyway, weren’t you?”
“I guess so.”
While it was a little much for breakfast, a few people wanted to try the pies right away. I told them it was lunch and to be sure to save some for the people who would be coming home hungry after their last exam.
Hannah was surprised when she came out with our saddlebags to find that I had the two-horse trailer hooked up and was leading Toby and Tyler into it.
“We aren’t riding in the woods?” she asked. “Where are we going?”
“Del says the trails at Brown County are open and in beautiful winter riding condition. It’s going to be a chilly ride, so better get our parkas,” I said. She grinned at me and ran for the house. Even with the horses in the trailer, it took us another fifteen minutes to pull out. We packed thermoses of coffee and hot chocolate. It was above freezing and dry, but Brown County State Park was very hilly and we could expect places where it would be windy. Everyone who was riding regularly had bought Thinsulate gloves or mittens. I liked the ones that were both. Your fingers were in gloves, but you could pull a flap over your fingers as well so they were like mittens. I understood skiers used them a lot.
We saddled and rode out through the forest, hills, and valleys of the park. It was remarkable. I didn’t know why we didn’t go on trail rides farther away than the ranch more often. I guess that we had a few miles of trails through our personal forest and several adjoining properties. But it was so peaceful out here. We weren’t alone. We’d seen other horse trailers at the trailhead and once encountered a couple of riders. But we were undisturbed. We rode in silence for an hour before we stopped to have a cup of chocolate and warm up our insides. Hannah, with her rosy cheeks, smiled at me and just looked around her at the awesome forest that surrounded us.
“We could take the idea of kits further,” she said. “I mean further than the stress kit in the family room. Maybe for everyone. With Marshall and Martha moved into their new house and Del and Maribelle in the farmhouse, they should be included, too. I know John and Bea and Dinita will want to participate. Maybe even more of the tribe who aren’t down here. We could call them… uh… mental health survival kits. We could put anything in them that made us feel better.”
“And other people could put things in your kit, too,” I said, thinking aloud. “Like I could put a hug certificate in your kit so that anytime and anyplace, you know that you can just have a hug.”
“Or a babysitting certificate. The moms are all going to need time off and I personally might not be able to be there to take the babies,” she laughed.
“I think the babies should put certificates in our kits. So that when we need to hold a baby in order to help our mental health, we can choose one.”
“Ooh, I like that.”
We talked and laughed, rode our horses, came up with more things to put in the kit, and had a wonderful morning. We sat and ate our Scottish pies and drank coffee. We might have been tempted to make love, but it was too damned cold to get naked. But we kissed. We walked hand in hand.
I couldn’t remember a time when I’d felt closer to my first true love.
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