Becoming the Storm
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“WHO WAS THAT?” Hannah asked.
“Oh, some reporter from Celebrity Entertainment Network. I blew her off.”
“What!!!!” Elaine and Hannah screeched at the same time. I laughed. It took a long time to satisfy them that I had done the right thing. In fact, it took a call from Ryan Holmes, the producer, that evening to finally settle it. Of course, he wanted to send a senior reporter, but I held firm. Roslyn or no one. I promised we would make it worth their time and hers.
Somehow, we managed to concentrate on classes the rest of the week. Whitney went to her classes on crutches and received lots of sympathy, but that didn’t make up for the pain of watching her team lose three in a row, all against Big Ten rivals. Nikki had to return to Providence on Sunday and took the opportunity to leave as Whitney was screaming at the radio. On Monday, though, the AP Poll showed the Hoosier Men ranked second in the nation behind our nemesis, Kansas. The cagers were eating up opponents and spitting them out. We were 17-2 and had a perfect record in the Big Ten. Lionel was looking great and we tried to make his games when we could. The Field House was rocking.
Tuesday was Cassie’s twenty-first birthday. In what had become a ritual for each of us, Josh, Mary, and I took her to the master bedroom and loved her all night. Then we all three struggled through our classes on Wednesday. If I stopped to think of it, I supposed I was a little amazed at how comfortable the four of us were together. I never did anything with Josh directly, but neither of us shied away from the other just because we were naked. If we were loving the same lady, she was the center of our focus. If Mary and Cassie were loving each other, we bracketed them and helped them as we could. I had no problem at all putting my cock in Cassie or Mary right after he’d finished. I’d always thought that girls were all just naturally okay with holding each other and being sexual and guys weren’t. I held that opinion even though Josh and I were quite willing to love our ladies together and Whitney and Liz had no desire to have contact with another woman at all.
I got home from class on Wednesday and settled into the big chair to study. With my classes all out about noon, I was often home before most people. I caught a ride with Brenda after computational math class on Wednesdays. I know I opened a book, but the next awareness that I had was Courtney curling up in my lap. I hugged her to me and buried my face in her hair.
“I love you, my courtesan,” I whispered. “You fill my heart with joy.”
“Oh, Brian, I love you,” she sniffed. Uh oh.
“What’s bothering you, sweetheart?”
“The usual.”
“The jerk in your class?”
“Yeah. There’s this sweet little freshman girl who is really smart and very shy. Now he’s targeted her. He humiliates her and then tells her it’s okay because he’ll still fuck her. I got between them today and let him have it. I wasn’t very nice, Brian.”
“Oh, courtesan, I’m so sorry you have to put up with that shit.”
“He’s been leaving me alone this semester and then I find out he has a new victim. I spent an hour in the bathroom with her while she cried. I just tried to convince her not to quit and go home. She was close.”
“What did you do?”
“I really wasn’t nice. I called him all kinds of names and told him to crawl back under the rock with the other slimy creatures. I was so mad, he’s lucky I didn’t get physical. Brian, why can’t he just be nice? Why does he have to belittle every woman he meets and humiliate her? I didn’t want to say all those things. He just went too far when he started picking on someone who was so defenseless.”
We just sat and cuddled for a while, but I had to wonder why he wasn’t nice. For that matter, I had to wonder why I was. It made me shiver a little.
“What?” Courtney asked.
“I just happened to think that if weren’t for Jessica, I might have turned out like that. And, of course, I have great parents who would have locked me in the attic alone if I’d treated a woman like that. But really, Jessica stopped people from bullying me. She hugged me and cared for me. She made sure there were people around who could protect me if I was picked on. She arranged to have the princesses adopt me and for Doug and Carl to protect me. She even got Hannah to talk to me. What a horrible, bitter person I would have become if it wasn’t for her,” I said. What a different life I would have led.
“We were just fourteen when we met, Brian, and you showed no sign of ever being mean or bitter. Even when I was being nasty to you. I think it’s down here deep inside. Maybe Heaven helped, but she didn’t change who you really are.”
“Maybe,” I sighed. “I just wonder if that guy ever had someone like Heaven in his life. I’ll bet not.”
Saturday, a moving van pulled into the village and we all ran over to help John and Bea move into their new home. The Lady Hoosiers had beaten Illinois the night before, so Whitney was in less of a foul mood, even though she was spending every waking moment either in class or in PT. She was so determined to get her injury taken care of and get back on the court that several people, including her coach, had to tell her to back off so she didn’t do more damage than good. She was not going to play ball this season. Her coach made that final and told her that she needed to work at a dojo on the right forms for recovery. Of course, she had a place in mind and Whitney dragged me with her Saturday afternoon.
I’d never worked under a master other than Whitney. Master Xi reminded me of what I imagined Master Cho to be like, only a lot younger. He understood Whitney’s injury and worked us to gently strengthen the joint and not put too much strain on the attachment. He made me do exactly the same movements and I discovered they were just different enough from what we usually did that I would be sore in the morning. He was gentler than what Whitney and I were used to, never letting us move at even half speed. Slow and deliberate.
Monday morning, we saw the new AP rankings and for the first time in a few years, IU was ranked number one in the nation.
We’d been making a pretty big thing out of twenty-first birthdays in the casa, and even in the clan as a whole. Thursday the fourth was Samantha’s. Josh took over the ritual cocktail making since Tim was down in Scottsburg. Sam was cordial and welcomed the celebration, but she was practically dancing when I led her to the master bedroom where Hannah and I did our best to keep her up all night. We all lost count of the orgasms in the room. Not only my lips, but my entire face was chapped from the juices spread around Sam’s luscious smooth pussy. When I was done eating her, Hannah ate her. When I fucked her, Hannah rode her face. We simply did our best to give our cónyuge the most memorable birthday of her life.
Saturday, the Redress crew got back from their latest taping session in Charleston, South Carolina. Everyone was staying in town for the week. We’d planned a big Valentine’s Day party for the Clan in the studio on the thirteenth. And, yes, CEN was sending Roslyn Knightly and a cameraman. We’d done a huge amount of negotiating with the producer. He wanted to send a more experienced reporter when he heard what we wanted to do. We insisted. Then he balked and said he couldn’t send a satellite truck with her. They’d have to tape the material and run it in a few days. We had our own answer for that. When the cable company ran the lines out for the new village, they ran fiber optic cable and we had them re-connect all the houses and the studio. Our cable bill was a fortune, but based on that, the phone company ran fiber optic phone lines, too. It was the last piece of the puzzle that meant we could essentially broadcast from our studio. There would be a delay between the live action and the received signal, but for all intents and purposes, we were going to do a live broadcast. We’d given CEN an exclusive to test the system.
I’d been sitting at the fireplace talking to Maggie and Jess about how the last shoot went and they were pleased. I was happy to hear that Jess had purchased a lot in the village and Rhiannon was designing him a home. It seemed that he and Maggie were getting along extraordinarily well. I mentally added him to the list for our next round of adoptions. Eventually, I got up and headed toward bed. When I stopped in Whitney’s recovery room, I found her asleep in Dani’s arms. I quietly kissed them both and headed upstairs. I was met at the second floor landing by Hannah. I can always tell when she’s been crying. I immediately pulled her into my arms and began stroking her hair.
“I’m okay. Really, Brian. You… You need to go to the master bedroom tonight. You need to.” I’d been looking forward to settling among my casa for the night, but instead I kissed Hannah softly and turned to my left. I could hear the shower running in the master and stripped off my clothes. I had no idea who was there, but I had faith that Hannah wasn’t leading me astray.
“Can I join you?” I said at the bathroom door.
“Yes,” a voice squeaked. Sarah?
I got in the shower with my compañera and kissed the back of her neck. She turned in my arms and kissed me fervently. She was panting as she kissed me and didn’t seem to be able to catch her breath. She ground herself into me in a way that reminded me of her sister nearing a panic meltdown. I remembered Hannah’s tears as I met her on the stairs. Crap!
“Honey, let’s dry and go to bed where I can hold you,” I said.
“Yes! Let’s go to bed. I love you, Brian.”
I patted her dry and took her hand. As soon as we left the bathroom she practically dragged me to bed. She was pulling to get me on top of her. My erection was long gone. Something was wrong. I wrapped her in my arms and hugged her to me, using my body weight to calm her down.
“What is it, my love? What’s on your mind?”
“Sex first. You’ll never…” she began. Oh, shit! Sarah’s going to break up with me.
“Do you remember the last time we made love?” I whispered. She nodded her head against my chest and then shook it from side to side. “It was two weeks ago Wednesday. After Sora’s birthday celebration she went home with Tim. Hannah and I decided to sandwich you between us. We brought you right here to this bed. I remember how wonderful it was that you could enjoy sex with me and with your sister as well. I thought this is the most loving and loved I’ve ever felt. I lay on my back as Hannah straddled my face. I like her in that position because I can reach her toes and that still does more to turn her on than anything else. But you stopped sucking me and put a condom on my cock. You faced your sister and sank down on my cock and I thought ‘Ohmygod! I’m in my lover Sarah.’ I reached up and felt your breasts as you pushed them into your sister and kissed her. It was so beautiful that I didn’t care if I ever came again. I just wanted you and Hannah to be fulfilled. I can’t even believe that I once thought you were so much alike. You are so different. I thought to myself, ‘I will remember this moment forever.’”
“Do… Do you remember every time you make love with every girlfriend?” Sarah asked as she tried to stop her tears.
“No. I always try to remember the most recent time, though. You see, I don’t believe in goodbye fucks. I treat every time I make love as if it might be the last time. I love you, Sarah. You can tell me what has you upset,” I said. I knew there were tears in my eyes, but I was fighting them back.
“I… fell in love,” she wept. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t even want to. We were just friends. I should have known. I spent so much time trying not to fall in love with you. But then all of a sudden, I was in love. And I didn’t want to be. But I am. Please don’t hate me, Brian.”
“Darling Sarah. Oh, my sweet. I only ever want you to be happy. What I said the first time we made love is just as true now. We might not always be lovers, but I will always love you. Now tell me about your lover.”
“We’re not! I wouldn’t… we would never do that to you. I had to talk to you first. Oh! It might not even work. Maybe we’re no more than just attracted to each other and then neither of you will want me ever again.”
“Have you talked?”
“Yes. A lot.”
“And do you think he feels the same way?”
“He said so.”
“Honey, then don’t worry about the future. It will work out. Who is the lucky guy?” I figured she’d met someone in her program who had an interest in anthropology and would go on digs or whatever.
“Lamar.”
Well, I sure the hell wasn’t expecting that! Of course, it made perfect sense. Lamar wasn’t always with the Redress crew because he was in law school. Sarah wasn’t always with them because she was in grad school, too. But they were often together, traveling to wherever Heaven was taping. Both of them traveled with the crew as frequently as possible. I realized I was processing the information and Sarah was getting worried again.
“He is one lucky dude,” I said. “And you are, too.”
“A dude?”
“No. Lucky. Sarah, I’m so happy for you.” I just held her as she clutched me.
“You don’t hate me?”
“I’ve always known… We’ve always known I wasn’t your one and only true love. I could never hate you for finding him. I could never hate you at all, Sarah. No matter what, I still love you. And I am so happy for you,” I said. And I meant it. “What about… Well, I have to ask. What about Renee?”
“We talked. She and Lamar tried, but they just didn’t make it. She’s been seeing a guy she thinks might be in for the long haul. You really blew that one.”
“Me?”
“She always wanted to make love to you, but she knows that if she’s chosen a guy, you would never have a one-night stand with her. And she wouldn’t either. I love her and she is so welcoming.”
“Well, I’ve never been into one-night stands, either,” I said. “I’m glad Renee has found someone. Now what do you want to do? Do you want to go to Lamar’s? I’ll walk you over there.” She shook her head.
“No. We’re not that far. But I couldn’t… we couldn’t go any further without telling you. If you won’t… make love to me, will you at least hold me tonight?”
“My sweet little love. Tonight and any night you want. I am always here for you.”
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