Chapter 16: Dinner At Home and a Little 'Bite' To Eat
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Chalise had relaxed a great deal, but was still pretty tense.
“So, does that mean that we...” she started to say.
“Shh,” I told her gently. “I don’t want any of us to start making statements or committing ourselves to anything when feelings are raw and we are all emotionally sensitive. Let’s just relax and think it over. But there will be no decisions about breaking up, getting together, pledging ourselves or anything else. Just try to be in the minute. I’d much rather have you both as friends while relaxed, than as girlfriends or exes, while stressed.
“That goes for the rest of the weekend, too,” I informed them both. “We’ll carry on with our date tonight as if nothing had changed. It’s just an ordinary date. No one got attacked. No one caused anything. We’re just three people all getting to know each other still,” and with that I gently kissed her. She had the good sense to blush, since everyone was watching, including her own mother.
We all started to move into the kitchen to investigate all the wonderful smells emanating from there. We were only having sandwiches for lunch, but Anh and the others were already preparing things for dinner and it smelled delightful. As both Kitty and Chalise entered I thought I heard some vague traffic sounds outside and turned slightly. I saw Gail perk up suddenly. She looked anxious.
“Are you expecting anyone else?” she asked.
“Uh, not that I know of,” I told her.
She stood up, her hand moving to her holster. “Get upstairs quickly. Stay away from any windows. I’ll let you know when it’s safe to come downstairs.”
“I don’t think...” I started to argue, but she cut me off.
“You’ve already been viciously attacked by an angry brother of Chalise’s, while her father has made repeated death threats against you. I’m treating this as a hostile situation. Everyone has been treating this like it’s all an everyday occurrence, but you are clearly too important for that kind of an attitude to prevail.”
I felt myself bristle at that. “I’m not going to let any of my friends or family get hurt becau...”
“That’s stupid and you know it,” Gail snapped. “If someone’s coming to cause trouble, it’s <i>you</i> they’ll be looking to hurt. Your staying here will be everyone’s biggest threat. You aren’t just your run of the mill kid any longer, and you’d better get that through your head. Now get upstairs. We’re losing valuable time.”
I reluctantly complied while she moved over to the window, cautiously glancing out. The girls started to wander in, wondering what had been keeping me, but I wasn’t sure how much of the previous conversation they’d overheard.
“It’s a tan 4-door. There seems to be an older woman getting out of it.”
“That’s my mom,” Kitty loudly announced. “I invited her over for lunch. Please, don’t shoot her. She’s no threat to anyone.”
I was still on the stairs, partly up them. I could see Gail’s hand was still resting defensively on the handle of her gun.
“Quick,” Gail insisted. “Answer the door and make sure it’s her before you open it. I don’t want to take any chances. And make sure she’s alone as well,” she finished, whispering urgently.
Kitty nervously responded. Chalise looked worriedly at me, but my girls all positioned themselves around the room, while Shani hurried up the stairs to escort me the rest of the way upstairs. She wasn’t overly gentle about it either.
I couldn’t see what was happening from up there, and I resisted Shani’s efforts to hurry me into my room, so I grabbed her hand and held her in place. Once she figured I was determined to remain where I was she stopped pressing me, but she positioned herself between me and the stairway.
I assume that Kitty must have gone to the door by now. I heard Gail’s whispered, “You’re sure?” then heard her announce, “OK, it’s all clear,” just as the doorbell rang. I finally moved Shani out of the way and proceeded down the stairs, not appreciating being shoved out of the way just because the new girl was nervous.
As I got down far enough to observe the room again, I observed Kitty giving her mother, who I had yet to meet, a big hug.
“Hey there, Mom. You just gave everyone a scare. I forgot to tell them I asked you to drop by, and I guess they’re a little ‘gun shy’ over the recent events.”
“Oh, should I not have come over? I don’t want to intrude or anything,” Martha apologized.
“No, it’s nothing like that. It seems Alex’s newest ‘friend’ is a cop and she thought...”
“Mr. Alex has received numerous death threats from Chalise’s father,” Gail told her, which I didn’t think was going to make anyone feel any easier.
“Oh dear,” Kitty’s mother said. “How does Chalise feel about that?”
“Terrible,” Chalise called out as she hurried up to give Kitty’s mom a hug as well.
“Excuse me, we haven’t met yet, but I’m the cause of all of this nonsense. My name is Alex. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?” I asked in a teasing manner as I offered her my hand in greeting.
She looked at me a moment before responding. She was certainly a beautiful woman, less immature and impish in nature than her daughter, and bearing a quieter sophistication. She had gently sweeping curls in her hair, and high cheekbones and a straight nose. She didn’t look too similar to her daughter, but you could definitely see the connection between them.
After looking me over for a moment she quickly moved forward and enveloped me in a hug.
“Hey there, Alex. No, you’ve never met me but I was there at the hospital while you were out of it. I’ve already heard an amazing amount about you. I’m Martha, Martha Washerstein, just in case you didn’t pick up Kitty’s last name after all this time,” she laughed easily. “I just had to finally talk to the one boy that has my daughter so off her usual game. And don’t act so formal, we’ve talked, and teased, several times on the phone already.”
“Well, may I say, Martha, that I can certainly see where Kitty gets her beauty from? I hope you left her some of your good sense and manners as well,” I continued to tease.
“Oh, you,” she laughed, slapping my shoulder, “I can see why you always have women swarming around you. You’re a delight, even if I’m not crazy about those erratic eyebrows. Call me and I’ll get us both into my favorite beauty salon and see if they can do something about them. Now, I’ve met the rest of these lovely ladies at the hospital last night, but for some reason no one would tell me this attractive cop’s name.”
“Sorry about that,” Gail offered, coming forward to hug her as well. “It seems no one wanted to risk welcoming me officially into the group before Alex had a chance to pass judgment. So far he hasn’t thrown me out yet, so I guess it’s safe to reveal my name. It’s Gail Sanders. I’m from St. Louis.”
“Well, how are you, Gail Sanders from St. Louis? So, were you getting ready to do something to me with that gun of yours?” Martha asked, glancing at the holster situated on Gail’s hip.
“I was hoping not to, but I didn’t want to take any chances,” Gail assured her.
“Well, that sounds unusual, but then the unusual seems to be Alex’s usual modus operandi.” Martha gave her a big welcome and we all moved once more into the kitchen, where hellos were exchanged with the rest of the girls and the rest of my family as well.
“Hello, Cate. I seem to hear your name mentioned around my house almost as much as I do Alex and Chalise’s,” Martha said while engulfing my sister in a big motherly hug.
“Hey, Mrs. Washerstein,” Cate offered.
“Oh, poo. Forget the Mrs. Washerstein nonsense. We’re almost family already. You’ve managed to become one of my daughter’s new best friends, so I think you’re safe calling me Martha.”
“Sure thing, Martha. For some reason, no one seems to use last names around Alex,” Cate observed.
Martha, another homemaker, quickly got involved with Anh and my mother’s efforts in the kitchen, rapidly talking with Anh about the ethnic foods she was fixing, through Shani, of course.
“And here I thought that Alex was the only one that spoke Vietnamese?” Martha said, stating a fact but making it into a question.
“We’ve all managed to pick up a little with Alex’s help,” Shani offered. “I wouldn’t be able to understand a word of it if it wasn’t for him.” I thought maybe this was skirting the edge of too much honesty.
“You speak it so fluently, yet you never translate my words into Vietnamese,” Martha replied, showing she either already knew something about us, or was simply quick to pick things up.
“Oh no, Anh’s actually pretty good at picking the language up. She just doesn’t have a big vocabulary herself,” Shani explained. I quickly threw a panicky glance at my mother and she rushed to the rescue, distracting Martha with talk of her baking efforts. I escorted Chalise and Kitty back onto the couch in the living room, hoping they wouldn’t question me further about Gail’s over the top reactions. We all talked quietly for a while, mostly about how worried they’d been about me, until we were called to lunch.
There were a lot of people here now, with all of my girls, my family, and both Kitty and Chalise and their mothers. That made for fourteen people, and Rebecca and Brooke hadn’t even returned from the hospital yet! Clearly there wasn’t enough room for everyone at the table. When I suggested I could eat on the couch you’d have thought I’d suggested selling plutonium to Al Qaeda. That idea was instantly voted down, and I was soon seated between my two still potential girlfriends, surrounded by friends and family.
We all had a good time conversing on a variety of topics until Shani announced that she thought it would be a good idea if I lay down for a while, due to my recent injury. I thought this a little odd, as I was feeling pretty good at the moment, but everyone was quick to respond. Martha was quick to remind Kitty that they had to get her ready for her ‘big date’ tonight. Everyone quickly filtered out. As I was preparing to protest about the seemingly rude behavior, Shani told me not to embarrass myself by speaking when I was overly tired, and asked Gail if she could accompany me upstairs and make sure I managed to get some rest.
Apparently Kitty and Chalise had wordlessly decided whether Chalise would be joining us tonight or not, yet they didn’t bother to tell me. I assumed I’d only find out later tonight, but Kitty <i>had</i> suggested if I spoke with Chalise now, including her on our date wouldn’t be necessary.
Once we made our escape and retreated to my room, I finally got a chance to be alone with Gail. Just like previously with the rest of my girls, she immediately cuddled up next to me. As we talked, since I didn’t feel particularly tired, she’d kiss me on the neck while answering questions, and soon began stroking my erection though my slacks. I asked her about family and she told me she wasn’t very close with any family members. Seemed she didn’t relate well to her family aside from a sister, but she couldn’t really get together with her without the rest of the family’s approval. When I asked about boyfriends she again repeated that being a cop usually ended most relationships.
Conversation grew increasingly difficult as we gradually moved more into necking than a deep discussion, but I really wanted to get to know her first. When I asked more about her family problems she informed me that it went to her problems with organized religion. Her family consisted of religious fundamentalists and didn’t agree with much of what she did or said. Seems she was more of a free thinker than they were, and she occasionally espoused more liberal ideas. It was getting hard to think because her kisses were sooo distracting. She was an excellent kisser. True, she was in great shape and wasn’t quite as soft as I might have liked, but her kisses certainly were. I managed to pull her hair out of that awful bun the police force insisted on her wearing, and managed to fluff it a bit to get a bit more shape back into it. She was actually quite attractive, but just hadn’t put much effort into her looks lately. While I was thinking that she started asking about whether Cate might help her improve her looks a bit and what kind of things did I find interesting in girls.
Somehow I had trouble picturing her in high school fashions, but then Cate really wasn’t into those kinds of clothes either. By now we’d progressed fairly far, so when she finally unzipped me and bent over to take me into her mouth, I simply gave up on the thought of finishing the conversation. It felt wonderful as she took me into her mouth. Instead of just diving in she took it slow, with more of her soft kisses as she licked extensive around the head and sensitive underside. When she finally started getting more interested, she didn’t take me very deep, but hey, all the nerve endings are in the end, right? Then...
“OW!”
“Oops, sorry.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled as I rubbed my wounded prick, “watch the teeth next time.” However she started with the soft kisses and even gave me some butterfly kisses on the head, which I’d never had done before and thought were great. But once she started in again she once more grated me with her teeth. I tried to remain silent, but was in danger of losing my erection I was so nervous about getting bit. Finally a strange thought occurred to me.
“Gail, hold on a second,” I said, pulling her up to look into her eyes. “Is this your first time giving head?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, looking away for more than just being unable to look directly at me. “Am I doing it wrong? I promise I’ll do better, it’s just been a while, that’s all.”
“Gail, seriously, what’s the real deal here?” Her hand was still stroking me while we talked, trying to maintain my interest. She hesitated quite a bit, so I nuzzled her neck trying to get her to loosen up. Finally she gave up her resistance.
“No, you’re right. I’ve never done it before. I’m sorry. I’m willing to learn, though. I’ll try really hard and learn how to do it really well.”
“Look, I don’t mind inexperience. I mean, only 3 weeks ago I had never tried anything myself. But what I like in girls and women is honesty. I want to know what you think, what you like, and what you’re interested in.”
“I’m interested in pleasing you,” she purred, continuing her stoking while she pinched my nipple and licked my ear. But something just didn’t feel right.
“I’ll tell you what, how about if you tell me about your first experiences?” She hesitated, though she tried to hide it by kissing me, but I wouldn’t be put off when I felt someone I cared for was trying to hide something that might be important.
“OK,” I said, pushing her far enough away that she couldn’t seek refuge in kissing my neck, face and chest. “What was your first lover’s name?”
“Uh,... Chris?” she asked as a question instead of a simple factual statement.
“Are you asking me or telling me? OK, what was your <i>second</i> lover’s name then?”
At that she just looked at me and her bottom lip started quivering. I was afraid she was about to start crying. What is it about me and crying women?
“Let it out Gail, tell me about it. Whatever it is I won’t judge you, I just want to know the <i>real</i> you.”
So she finally started crying as she started to tell me her story. Apparently she’d never actually had a boyfriend before. She dated a bit in high school, but only beards, meaning she dated them just to provide cover for her <i>real</i> interests, which were other girls. She was a lesbian, pure and simple. She’d never had any interest in men or male parts.
“So why are you suddenly so interested in me and mine?”
“Alex, what you’ve given me is SO tremendous, both these new abilities and the power I feel you possess is so completely unbelievable, I just want to do anything I <i>can</i> for you. I’ve never had any desire to perform fellatio before, but with you I do. I want to make you feel good, I want to see you have an orgasm. Making you cum would mean more to me than the majority of my previous lovers.” She was pretty weepy at this point, but she obviously felt <i>very</i> strongly about this.
“Look, Gail, I already care for you tremendously, but I feel like I’m stealing from you if you aren’t interested in me sexually.”
“Oh, but I <i>am</i> interested in you sexually,” she insisted.
“Gail, you’ve never given head before....”
“No,” she giggled, “I’ve given LOTS of head, just never fellatio.”
“But still, it’s just not the same. If you’re not getting something back in return I just wouldn’t be as interested. I want to give <i>you</i> pleasure as well. Love is giving and sharing. It just isn’t right if you’re not getting anything out of it.”
“But I <i>would</i> be getting a LOT out of it. Do you think old married couples want to have sex all the time? Don’t they just do it because it’ll make their partner feel good and strengthens their relationship? I want to share this with you. If you want to share, then share my joy in giving you my heterosexual cherry. Just think, you’ll be able to tell everyone at school that you managed to <i>turn</i> a lesbian.”
“Gail,” I warned, upset by her assumed implications, “I do <i>not</i> talk about people behind their backs. And I certainly wouldn’t brag about making a lesbian do something that wasn’t in her basic composition. That’s just disturbing; one that you’d think so little of me, and two that you’d enjoy putting me in such a position.”
“Look, I’m sorry. I’m just speaking about what I’ve always believed guys talked about before. Again, I don’t have a lot of experience dealing with guys’ psyches except for pimps, thugs and abusers. I know you aren’t any of those. Please, don’t cut me off from finally learning to love someone who can change all my misconceptions I’ve built up over the years.”
“I definitely want to share and open up to you, and you’ll <i>be</i> a part of my life; but that <i>doesn’t</i> mean you have to do something you don’t want to do.” Finally she just grew exasperated over the discussion and gripped me firmly about the shoulders and stared straight into where she <i>assumed</i> my eyes were. I could see her eyes watering from her attempt to look me in the face.
“Alex, I <i>want</i> this. I want you. I want to be a big part of your life. I want to be as close to you as any lover I’ve ever had before. You’ve <i>got</i> to give me this. It means the world to me.” And with that she gave me a big hug and my resolve simply melted. She had me there. I guess love is sometimes loving someone even if they aren’t the hottest thing you can imagine. Even if they’re older, heavier, have a mustache and some occasional gas. You can’t change who you love, even if you’re not quite in LUST with them.
So we proceed to make out again, while she managed to rev my engine back up. I managed to open her blouse (luckily she’d found something of Shani’s to wear so it wasn’t the stiff blue police shirt) and started playing with her breasts and nipples a bit. She enjoyed the attention. At least I hope she was. I’d hate to think we were building a relationship already on a shaky start by faking anything. I took some extra time to show her the finer details of manual and oral manipulation of an erect, warm blooded cock (She’d played around with plenty of plastic one’s in her time, seems she wasn’t really a fan, but sometimes her girlfriends liked them). I made sure when she went down on me again that I had something to play with this time, and I genuinely felt that, while I may not have gotten her to the same level, that was probably due more to my inexperience than anything else. And after everything was said and done, it was great. I had a tremendous orgasm. I insisted she <i>not</i> attempt to swallow, but she was having none of it. She tried to swallow the whole load and got most of it. It was sexy watching some of it dribble from her lips. After she brought me off I stuck with it until I managed to give her two weaker cums of her own. We ended up with a long cuddle and she finished up by cleaning me up as well. I had a few random thoughts on a related subject that brought a smile to my face, though.
Afterwards we got up and made our way out into the house, where we checked on Anh’s meal. Gail was not a cook. She existed mostly on lousy fast food take out unless she could find a date to fix her something, which many of them took great delight in doing for her. However, after helping Anh for the past two weeks, Mom and Shani were getting more experienced with Vietnamese dishes. I informed Gail that she’d make up partially for her poor culinary history while she was with us, and that I hoped she’d manage to take better care of herself in the future, as I and the rest of us cared for her a great deal. She certainly liked cuddling and flirting with me while we played around at the edges of the kitchen.
Eventually it got near time for dinner, so we had the traditional ‘get Alex ready for his date’ performance, which involved women picking out clothes for me, fixing my hair, chasing me into the shower, picking loose hair out of my eyebrows, etc. When had I so lost control of my own personal life, I wondered? However, I liked the results. I did look much better than I could have ever managed on my own. I’d have probably ended up in jeans and a t-shirt, left to my own devices. I did notice that Gail watched the proceedings from the sidelines with interest, though.
I was ready when Martha dropped Kitty off. I had better have been, with so many women fretting about me doing the right things. I made sure to say hello to her mother before she drove off, since she didn’t come into the house. It was a good thing I went out to the car, because once we walked into the house she was swarmed by the various women of the house. I trailed along, trying to pretend like I had some sort of influence on my date. She was quite taken with all the preparations for the meal. I didn’t even know she was into cooking. She’d eaten sushi before, but was unfamiliar with cooking with dried seaweed or many of the other varied ingredients. Luckily Anh had picked up a decent amount of supplies, because I’d have no idea of where to find these ingredients. Whenever I’d pass by Dad sitting quietly in the den, he’d smile and roll his eyes at all the women’s behaviors. Still, I felt obligated to put in my appearance.
Kitty was quite impressed with Rebecca, Brooke, Suzy and Josh. The girls whispered that Josh had almost bounded straight into my room when they arrived at the house, which would have been hard to explain. Kitty didn’t need to ask what he may have accidentally stumbled upon. But Kitty got along great with both kids, which made me feel even better about her.
Dinner was nice. Everyone had a great time and there was a lot of talking and sharing. Kitty loved the food and ranted and raved about it, much to Anh’s delight. She was still having trouble with her English, even with our help in translating for her, so having something she could share and see appreciation for really made her feel good. Plus everyone was very inclusive with Kitty. I had a feeling that no matter how things worked out between us, she’d have long friendships with most of the women. We stayed off a lot of the more typical comments, like school, future plans, the latest styles or television shows. Instead we discussed general philosophies, current events, cultural norms and multiculturalism. Gail remained largely silent, still trying to get used to us, but even she got involved as the discussions progressed. She kept us going with examples of many topics from her life on the streets and more of the current attitudes from larger cities. She’d gotten her degree in Chicago, which had given her some necessary freedom from her conservative parents.
After dinner Kitty immediately got up to help clear the table, so I figured I could at least load the dishwasher but was forcefully removed, being told it was time for a little gossip among the women. So, strangely enough, Dad, Gail and I all ended up sitting in the den together feeling a bit put out. Dad and Gail started talking about law enforcement and issues like drug law and their effectiveness, troubles with Mexican drug gangs, as well as gang behaviors in general. I was learning quite a bit just listening. Unfortunately I didn’t have much experience aside from listening to varied news reports, so I mostly just sat and listened, but it was nice to hear Gail getting enthused about a subject. All through the discussion there was the constant sound of laughter and the buzz of conversation just a bit too far off to actually hear.
After the women managed to clear up everything, they came into the living room bringing Kitty with them. The women tried to get my father to abandon his post in his easy chair, but he groused that we might as well just go to the bedroom, as it was likely more comfortable to make out in than the couch, and he’d much rather watch the TV than sit lonely in his room in enforced isolation. So they were effectively outvoted by his single vote. So Kitty and I retreated to my room, which was <i>much</i> neater and more presentable than when I had previously inhabited it alone. Everything was neat, organized, clean and tidy. Luckily they left most of my possessions, posters and such, so it still felt like a guy’s room and I still felt like it was mine. I didn’t mind being outvoted in a house full of women, after all I’d grown up with four sisters, but I didn’t like the idea of having to live in someone else’s living space in my own bedroom. But there were still plenty of little personal things like family pictures and a closet full of feminine things.
“So, Alex, have you been getting <i>friendly</i> with Gail yet?” Kitty asked pointedly, emphasizing just how friendly she imagined I must have been getting with her.
“Well,” I confessed, “she might have been given the grievous task of premature ejaculation avoidance duty, but the girls didn’t seem to think it was necessary today. So we’ll have to take it a bit easy, unless you want to invite someone up for a fresh booster shot?”
“No,” she laughed gently, “I think we can avoid that. After all, that kind of preventative measures were meant back when your women thought we’d just fall into bed and fuck like little bunnies. Since then we’ve been taking everything fairly slowly. Both Chalise and I appreciate the fact that, despite our having all discussed our eventually having sex, you haven’t really pressured us or assumed you have a blanket clearance. Again, I don’t specifically object to what you think is necessary between you and Gail, I just like to know that you’ll be honest with me about what’s going on, just so I won’t be suddenly surprised to find out you’ve gone <i>beyond</i> your own self-imposed restrictions.”
“No, Gail was, like the others, quite emphatic in expressing her desire to show her appreciation. I tried to at least slow her down, but they all have this deep set need to express how emotional they get around me. I finally kind of gave in because I didn’t want to disappoint her. But I want to emphasize that all either you or Chalise need to do is just say you want it to end and it’ll all be over completely. Those women want nothing but the best for me, and if they thought they were hurting me in any way they’d drop that sort of activity in a second.”
“I know, Alex,” she confided. “They’ve made their feelings about it abundantly clear. While I still don’t quite understand it, they’re all tied into you somehow. Neither Chalise or I can see us taking that away from them, at least not until we become a bit more committed to each other. Besides, so far they haven’t left you drained enough I couldn’t produce some ejaculations of my own. Speaking of which...” she concluded, snuggling down with me into a nice cuddle and kiss while our hands began roaming a bit. I still couldn’t understand how two seemingly well adjusted young women would so easily capitulate such a major issue so easily. I worried about any unfair influence I might be imposing on them against my will, even as I was trying to entice her into giving full rein on her own eroticism. But whether I was or not, there didn’t seem to be much I could do about it either way. She was doing what she wanted to do, and I could hardly fault her for wanting to be with me. If I was influencing her decisions, then hopefully more research would reveal that. Until then, I’d just continue with the kissing. Especially since I’d just worked my hand into her blouse and I was currently working her little nipple into its full erection.
“Alex,” she interrupted us to ask, still gasping for breath from the stimulation I was applying? “Are you fully into this? You seem a bit preoccupied. I know you feel responsible for all...” I quickly shut her up with another long kiss that I tried to fully concentrate on.
“You’re right,” I replied, “I’ve been letting my mind slip. There’s always so much going on and so many new people I’ve got to learn about and adjust to. Remember, up until spring break I hadn’t had any experience with any girls, and now I find myself involved with a mess of them, all at the same time, in only three weeks. It takes a bit of mental gymnastics to keep up with.”
“Poor thing,” she sympathized, “it’s such hard work being idealized by sooo many loving women. How do you <i>ever</i> stand it?” she finished, interspersing her mockery of me with frequent kisses. I groaned, though I’m not sure it was distinguishable from my accompanying moans. Since I’d gotten more fully involved with our physical entanglement we’d managed to work both of our tops off, and Kitty was openly palming my erection through my slacks.
“Mmm, I hate to contribute to your internal ramblings,” she said, pausing briefly as she continued kissing me, “I just thought I’d add that both Chalise and I have agreed to forgo our separate dates next week in exchange for a mutual ‘first time’ meeting here.”
“Um, what?” I, oh so cleverly, replied.
“You heard me, we both decided we wanted to finally do the deed. We want to schedule your deflowering. Just tell everyone involved that we’re ready for the flowers and candles and all. Maybe if we’re lucky, we can both double our time doing it this way by getting physical with you on <i>both</i> Friday and Saturday.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure we’re sure. And I can see from your sudden interest I’m holding in my hand that you like the idea. And tell your <i>other</i> girls they can ‘prep’ you for us, but that we might want to watch just to make sure they do it <i>right</i>,” she giggled at me.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. When I mentioned it you throbbed in my hand, signifying how much the idea of <i>finally</i> losing your virginity excites you.”
“No, no. I mean, of course I’m excited over the idea of being with you like that. But I was referring to your watching someone else give me a blowjob?”
“Oh, that? Sure, we both thought it would be kind of hot to see you being blown right before our eyes. I mean, normally it’s kind of hard to see such things without being willing to do kinky things with multiple people on dates and getting a reputation as being loose as a result. Besides, it’ll give us more of an idea of what kind of competition we’re up against.” Although this newest bit of discussion had effectively ended our makeout session, Kitty was right in that my cock was twitching, ready and rearing to go. She finally had it out in the open and was actively jacking on it as she went on. My precum was already drooling over her hand as she used it to keep me properly lubricated. I guess it was just like Gail had suggested, these women all seemed to enjoy watching me enjoy myself.
“Uh, OK, do you want to schedule for Friday <i>and</ Saturday evenings, or just plan for one jumbo Saturday daytime date?”
“Oh, I think two separate events would be better. That way we can talk to each other about what it was like, and what we want to try next. That, plus we figure that between us and your string of friends you might tire fairly easily.” With the plans now formally made, she then proceeded to go down on me. I was so prepped that I didn’t last long, blowing a mighty load down her throat in no time. I tried to make it up to her by going down on her, since she hadn’t gotten much out of it, but again, that must be my own hang-up; insisting that women need to have orgasms of their own, but she just wanted to cuddle and asked for a simple hand job while we continued to kiss. Such onerous tasks we mere males are called upon to perform.
I was in such a state that we continued on for a few more orgasms, though most of them were hers. She told me as she started dressing again that she’d left one in the chamber for the other girls to share, and asked me to relay that information to them for her. Not being able to resist, she was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Excuse us, but we heard you had something you wanted to tell us?” Shani informed her when I told them all to come in. Kitty was a bit flabbergasted, but managed to handle it relatively well.
“What, where you all standing outside, listening at the door?” she asked.
“Sure,” Allison said. “If that makes it easier to accept, then that’s exactly what we were doing,” she answered cryptically.
Kitty glanced at me oddly, then mumbled her previous retort to them. They were all excited, probably more so by the news that both she and Chalise would be gifting me with my own virginity. Kind of a strange concept all its own. They fell all over her when she described the requirement of a preparatory public blowjob beforehand, and everything descended into another giggle fest, as she sat there dressed only in her skirt while I simply leaned back in my altogether and nobody seemed to notice or pay any attention to our dress or lack therein. Eventually Cate even stopped by to ask what was going on, again ignoring both our states of undress. After the initial giggling explanation, Kitty asked her why she wasn’t bothered by visions of her brother’s nudity. She scoffed, “Heck, with everything that goes on around here, I’m used to just about anything already.” Sometimes my sister is no help at all!