Becoming the Storm
69 Brown
RIGHT AFTER TAPING on Friday the twenty-first, Liz and I took off. I thought it was a little crazy because I wasn’t that great on a motorcycle. But Nikki’s bike was at the ranch and she needed it in Providence. Liz had spent the past week making sure both bikes were fully tuned and ready to go. We headed east.
I’d love to say we had a lot of fun and talked non-stop. The truth is I was flat on a gas tank at seventy miles per hour for eight hours and we were only halfway there. I understand how, theoretically, riding a motorcycle can make a girl horny with the vibrations centered right on her clit. It turned my cock numb. We checked into a motel southeast of Pittsburgh and I was ready to collapse in bed and sleep.
Of course, Liz had other ideas.
“Isn’t this great? Wide open spaces and wind. Then I get a whole night alone in a hotel room with my lover. Not that it isn’t great to collapse at night with Nicolette, but we both end up trying to hide what we’re doing between our legs from each other. I’ve almost suffocated from holding a pillow against my face. What do you want to eat?” Liz said when we got to the room.
“What are the options?” I asked.
“There’s a Burger King next door. Or you could just dine at the Y. Or we could go have a burger and then you could dine at the Y.” She was so damned giggly and cute in her leathers I couldn’t help but agree. To the last choice.
“My little red snatch hasn’t had that good a workout in ages,” Liz sighed as I finally pulled out of her later that night. I wasn’t sure there was actually anything in the condom this time. My cock was having dry heaves.
“Are you going to be able to ride tomorrow?” I asked. I was sort of asking myself the question.
“Oh yeah. Biggest problem will be daydreaming about how much my lover loves me. And how much I love him.”
“Keep your mind on the road, Red. Your lover doesn’t want to lose you. I’m going to be worried the entire time you and Nikki are gone,” I said.
“Brian, you know how important this is?”
“I guess.”
“No. You really don’t.” She cuddled her slight frame up to me and kissed me. It was the kind of long slow kiss that I just wanted to lose myself in. We both knew we weren’t going for another round of sex. After however many we’d just been through, I was spent for the night. I couldn’t imagine that Liz wasn’t at least a little sore, even though she’d been juicy all the way through.
“I love you, Liz.” She placed a finger on my lips.
“I know. I’ll get to that,” she sighed. “First, though, there’s Nicolette. She loves you. We’re going to be gone on the road for six weeks. When we get back to the ranch in July, you are going to be handfasted to her. You’ve always been unable to believe how deep an effect on us you have. On all your cónyuge. I know we don’t make lifelong pledges, but there isn’t one of us who doesn’t consider herself married to you. Forever. When Nikki holds your hand and Rose wraps that red thread around your wrists, she is committing herself to love you and be with you forever. You might as well say ‘till death do us part’ and hope she stays on her meds,” Liz giggled. I moaned.
“It’s not a bad thing, Brian. It represents what you’ve done to all of us. To each of us. Nikki will be your fiercest supporter.” Liz kissed me again. As tired as I was from our long ride and passionate lovemaking, her kisses still kept me alert and excited. “Which brings me back to the first thing. I love you, Brian Frost. I’ve loved you since third grade when you cheered for me after I beat up Phil Bishop.”
“That’s not true. You hardly noticed me when I joined the table. You had a boyfriend from your church,” I laughed.
“Did you not see the kind of competition I had at that table? Brian, with all this red hair and freckles, I was never as pretty as the other girls. I didn’t think I could possibly become your princess. Not until that day in my room before high school.” I started to protest but she shushed me. “Who was the first girl of our posse to get naked with you, Brian? Who was the first to keep pushing your hand into her panties? Who was the first of us to make you come? Who was the first of us to taste your come? Me, me, me, me. Whitney made love to you first because she’s two weeks older. This is really hard to say, Brian. I’ve always been the wild insatiable one. I was the one that couldn’t control her libido. I was your lubricious girlfriend. I needed more than one man to keep me satisfied. I was willing to help out Josh, or Carl, or Doug, or Lionel. But, it’s over, Brian. When Nicolette and I get back in six weeks, you will be the only boy for me. And the condom comes off.”
“Liz? I thought you were afraid…”
“And I’m stopping the birth control pills. In fact, I stopped them this week after my period ended. Brian, my love. My one true love. Please let me be the first of your five princesses to bear your child.”
“Liz, honey, are you sure you want to do this? I mean right now? We’re young. We have lots of time,” I said.
“No time like the present,” she quipped. “Brian, you’ve been in school for four years. I’ve been out and working. I know I took my beauty school training, but mostly I’ve been working. I’m twenty-two now and I’m ready. Ready to be yours. Ready to bear your children. Don’t panic. I promise not to become a baby-making machine. I won’t pop out a dozen. In a row. But I am yours, Brian. Now and forever yours.”
“Um… What about Doug? Are you just leaving him?” I asked.
“Doug and Doreen and I already talked. You were kind of busy with Rhiannon and Sandy. Even though Rhiannon is sexually exclusive with Doug and Doreen is sexually exclusive with you, it doesn’t stop either of them playing around with you and Doug. I love Doug and Doreen tremendously. I’ve grown to love Sandy and Rhiannon, too. Maybe someday in the future when Rhiannon decides it’s time to have your baby, Doug will plant one in me. But that’s a someday and will never change what you and I and our children have together.”
We got into Providence in time to join Nikki and her parents for dinner Saturday night. Of course, they took us to an unbelievable restaurant on the Riverwalk at Gondola Landing. They must have made their reservation a year in advance to get the table we were at. I’d never had escargot and probably won’t again. But it was interesting. On the other hand, the shrimp and calamari were fantastic. I just let Jean do the ordering. I didn’t even want to guess how much this meal would cost. The appetizers were followed by a salad with mango, black radishes, feta cheese, and grilled shrimp. I needed to talk to Maribelle about whether we could grow black radishes. Very flavorful! Jean suggested that I try the blackened Faroe Islands salmon. Who would ever have thought that a place this fancy would serve succotash as a side dish? The pepper butter sauce was definitely going on my list of recipes to find.
Before we got to dessert of Crème Brûlée, the river caught fire. That’s what it looked like at first. They have fire basins all along the river and they flame to life. When you combined it with the Japanese Taiko drums that were being played, the flames seemed to dance with the rhythms. We all had coffee and Jean ordered us snifters of cognac. In the greater scheme of things, I’d have to say that Bart’s bourbon had to take a back seat to this liquor.
Jean had the taxi drop us back at Nikki’s apartment before it took them on to their hotel. As soon as we were inside, Nikki melted into my arms as Liz chuckled beside us.
“I’m amazed you were able to hold out so long,” she said. “I expected you to be all over Brian as soon as we got here earlier.”
“If I’d given in to that, we’d never have made it to dinner and my parents were so excited to be able to treat us to dinner at a great restaurant during WaterFire. Frankly, I think they might have influenced the sponsors to have the first one of the season on the night before graduation,” Nikki laughed as she moved in to kiss me again. “Get undressed. Both of you. I only have one bed and nobody gets in it with clothes on.”
Liz was quickly out of her clothes and pulling at mine. Well, to be honest, Liz had worn a little sheath of a dress that fit her like a glove and that was the only article of clothing she had on.
“Greedy little thing,” Nikki laughed as she unfastened her bra. “I hope you left some for me.”
“One of the nice things about Brian is that he always has some for everyone.”
“Right now, it’s mine, all mine,” Nikki laughed as her panties hit the floor. “Brian Frost, I love you! I had to say that right now before it could be passed off as being in the heat of passion. I’ve thought about this rationally. I’ve analyzed it until I was blue in the face. I’ve denied it, been angry about it, bargained for it, been depressed over it, and now I accept it. I love you. And I’m not grieving over it. I’m—me!—I’m actually happy. I can’t believe it, but I’m not going to deny it.”
That was a lot to say and I couldn’t respond in any sensible way. I pulled Nikki to me and kissed her.
“Why are you still dressed?” she asked.
I was very proud of Nikki but Brown’s graduation ceremonies were nothing like IU. At IU, things were focused on getting people in and out of the stadium as quickly and efficiently as possible. Somebody played ‘Pomp and Circumstance’ at our high school graduation, but I’d never heard it in a setting that fit the name. Graduates, faculty, and alumni marched all over every place. Bells rang. Gates were opened. Names were read. The president of the college sat in a 300-year-old chair, held a mace, and spoke Latin to representatives of each discipline. Liz and I just followed Jean and Ariel to wherever the next thing occurred and finally got to see Nikki receive both her degrees.
Liz had done Nikki’s hair before the commencement and she looked absolutely stunning, though by the time it was all over, even her cute little ringlets were looking a little bedraggled.
“I did it!” she exclaimed when she finally made her way back to us. “Thank God that’s over! I now have news for you four who are my closest family.” We all looked expectantly at the bubbling blonde. “I have an agent and my book is being considered for publication by three different publishers. They’ve actually begun an auction!”
“You mean the high bidder gets your book?” I asked. I had no idea how this industry worked.
“Actually, the leading bid as of Friday night was at $150,000 for a three-book deal.”
“You could actually make a living writing books?” Ariel asked. It sounded like she was as surprised as I was.
“No, mother. I write books to live. I earn a living writing comedy sketches for Elaine Frost.” Just then another couple in cap and gown approached. Nikki greeted them warmly.
“Brian, I would like you to meet Charles and Francine Curtis. Chuck, Frankie, this is Brian Frost.” We extended hands and greeted each other with the usual pleasantries. I was a little confused as to why Nikki wasn’t introducing her parents or Liz. “Brian, the Curtises will come out to the ranch the first of August. This is just an initial meet and greet so you have faces to go with the names. If everything goes well, they will be your writers this fall. We all know there are a lot of details to be worked out and it’s all exploratory, but they’ve done a great job working with me on Chick Chat. I’m bringing three others with me for the writing team as well, but I’ve selected Chuck and Frankie specifically to work with you. Chick Chat can’t support a six-person writing team.”
“No offense, but what do I need writers for?” I asked. I’d always done just fine with my chat on the show.
“Well, if not you, then we’ll have to find a different host. We won’t really know until Sarah has finished her focus groups and demographics study. You set this in motion, Brian. Don’t be surprised that people are grabbing the ball and running.”
I had no idea what was going on, but I was on a plane Monday morning with a pack of writing samples as Nikki and Liz loaded up her apartment in her parents’ U-Haul and took off on their bikes to parts unknown. I was going to worry about them for the next six weeks.
I had mixed emotions on Wednesday the first as I stood in the back of the room and watched. No. They weren’t mixed. I was crying.
I’d spent Memorial Day with Whitney.
“You won’t be here for fireworks on the Fourth,” I said. We’d just exhausted ourselves sparring in the silo and were collapsed together on the floor. I kissed her. We’d gone fast and furious for nearly an hour and both needed some healing salve for our bruises.
“Brian,” she whispered, “I can’t wait until the Fourth. I need my fireworks now. Make love to me, my one true love. Here in our sacred space.”
We were both ready. I rolled on top of Whitney and slid home so fast she gasped. Then she flipped me over and sat on my cock, squeezing with her pussy muscles until I could hardly stand it. When I thrust, we rolled again. Our lovemaking was as energetic as our sparring had been. We’d need even more salve for the bruises we were creating while making love. We ended with me on my knees and Whitney straddling me as I pumped into her and sucked on her nipples. Whitney howled and I kept pumping.
We held each other as we walked around the barn to the outside showers and scrubbed each other. Hand-in-hand, we strolled into the big house, dripping water because there were no towels at the outside showers. I’d have to remedy that. For now, we just walked through the house and up to the master suite, leaving wet footprints and puddles of water behind us.
When we were dry, we gently applied arnica cream to our bruises, recalling the exact punch or kick that had caused it. Salving our wounds led to gentle, intense, passionate, caring lovemaking. Our orgasms were even more intense than those in the silo, if somewhat quieter.
I simply did not want to let her go.
Now I was standing with all my casa except Nikki and Liz. Whitney’s mother stood beside us. I was impressed that Coach Hancock joined us in the room, in his full dress uniform. We waited silently as Whitney and seven others took their oaths, and she was a Marine. There was a short reception afterward during which we each offered her our congratulations and well-wishes.
Whitney’s thick hair was braided, as it usually was, in a single braid to the center of her back. She hugged her mother and turned her back. Her mom got out a pair of scissors and in a few cuts removed the braid. She handed it to Whitney. Whitney, in turn, handed it to me.
“Take care of this for me, will you, Patrón? You never can tell when it might be needed.” She kissed me and I choked back my tears. “Give it to the triplets. They know what to do.”
“I am so proud of you, Whitney. Never ever forget how proud I am of you,” I said.
Coach Hancock snapped a salute that Whitney wasn’t sure what to do with. Coach just gave her a big hug. Whitney smiled at everyone and joined her fellow recruits on the bus to basic training.
At least we aren’t at war anywhere.
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