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Glasage et Noir

Chapter 9

("Ahhh
   Now I don't hardly know her
     But I think I could love her
       Crimson and Clover")

Chris and I made near record time getting into and out of our apartment.

I jumped in my pick-up and from that moment on, I was on autopilot.

The night simply flew by; I remember now that it was actually very busy and that we did around 160, which puts us all through our paces. Even so, we finished and got out before ten-thirty.

Smokin'!

Coming back toward home, I pulled into the same old Publix and this time I left the grapes alone.

Strawberry and Boysenberry Kefir left with me, as well as some Oreo's and some bananas. Some hard shell chocolate sauce, too.

I arrived at home and showered at full speed. Shoes, shorts, t-shirt. Grab sack, haul ass! I ran to Carrie's, carefully cradling the groceries in my arms.

I felt as though I were gliding, not even touching the ground.

("I have often walked 
   Down the street before
    But the pavement always stayed 
      Beneath my feet before...")

I slowed down when her door came into view. By the time I knocked, I was calm and breathing normally. This turned out to be a very good thing. I would need all the breath I could get.

Carrie opened the door and jumped up to kiss me, putting her arms around my neck and crushing the sack from Publix between us. Her lips were wet and warm, and her breath smelled of wine.

White wine.

Sweet.

Fragrant.

We held the kiss until I felt the groceries slipping. I backed off and carefully knelt down to the ground, just barely managing to keep the stuff from falling out of my arms. Carrie helped with this, giggling and putting her hands around the sack to try keeping it together.

She was having a hard time because she was very tipsy.

Drunk, even.

As I gathered the sack up again with everything in it now safe and secure, I took in the scene before me.

Carrie was now standing in front of me, her hands on my arms and her eyes merrily staring at me atop a face that was smiling from ear to ear. Her top consisted of a very tight tank top, white, and her headlights clearly showing. Her hips were covered by a pair of cut-offs cut very high.

She looked fabulous.

"Hi, Arthur! Come on in and join the party!" she said as I was pulled through the door into her apartment. She led the way to her kitchen and on my way I looked into the living room and spied Chris and Crys sitting on the couch. They were busy with one another and did not see me. The way they were kissing a bomb could have gone off and not interrupted them.

Carrie helped me put the sack on the counter and we put the stuff away. She smiled when she saw the Oreo's and looked a question at me when she picked up the chocolate shell bottle.

"For a little dessert specialty of mine, Darling", I said. "I look forward to showing you."

Carrie put the Kefirs away and shut the fridge. She came up against me and pulled my face down to hers, kissing me with great passion. "Arthur", she said while keeping her mouth against mine, "let's go into the living room."

"Mmmphmm-hhmm!" I answered, as she pressed her lips against mine.

She was already moving back away from me, so I followed. We entered the living room to see Chris and Crys just pulling away from one another, obviously in order to greet me.

"Yo! Roomie! What it is!?" Chris asked, holding Crys tightly to his side. "Did you guys get whacked tonight like we did? Man, I thought it would never end!"

I just grinned at him as Crys said, "No talk of work, you two! This is now officially a party and work talk is not welcome!" She practically floated up off the couch and into my arms, saying, "Hi, Arthur!" and planted one on me.

I was actually enjoying this bigtime until I remembered where I was; oh, shit.

Just as Crys pulled back, Carrie pressed up against my other side. I looked at her, all the while still being held by Crys, and she put her face up to mine for a kiss.

This was getting weird.

But it was a very very good weird.

I kissed her. She kissed me with fire, her breathing shallow and her hands gripping the back of my head. I felt Carrie grinding her crotch against me, and my hands instinctively wanted to grab her ass and pull her against me.

They couldn't. They were still around Crys.

Crys was not holding still, either. She put her lips against my ear, and started nuzzling it.

I froze.

I could not help it.

My eyes popped open and my mouth went slack.

Carrie noticed immediately, as did Crys.

And Chris!

Chris was chuckling, Crys was standing her ground but now just looking at me with a most wicked grin.

Carrie was giggling softly.

("Go ask Alice
    I think she'll know
     When logic
       And proportion
        Have fallen sloppy dead...")

I suddenly remembered a time when, having imbibed and smoked enough substance to satisfy a hockey team, I sat idly wondering 'what was my name?'. I remember that time well; I can still recall the dark and satisfying humor that attended my solution to the mystery of what was my name: I pulled out my drivers license!

That recall went through my minds eye in a nano-second.

Suddenly, I broke out in laughter. 

I couldn't stop. I felt myself losing control, but I kept on laughing.

Crys and Carrie both kept hold of me and moved me toward the couch; Chris moved over and then stood up as they sat/fell to the cushions with me between them. 

I stopped laughing almost instantly when Carrie put her hand on my crotch and gently grabbed my cock through my shorts.

Which got hard so fast its a wonder that the fabric didn't rip.

Carrie was the first to speak. "Oh, poor Arthur! What happened, cat get your tongue!?" 

Her question caused Crys to start giggling, which she had to stifle to ask, "Or is it more like 'Carrie got your rod?'" at which point both of them started howling with laughter.

You ever have one of them nights when you are sure the company has gone a step or two to the left and you are still doing 'eyes right' like the platoon captain ordered?

That is precisely what I felt at that moment.

Then the moment changed.

It changed because Crys put her hand on Carries hand.

I goggled at Crys, not even able to breathe.

She was still giggling, and she looked at Carrie and said, "Darlin', do you share your toys?" All this time, my right arm was around Carrie's shoulders, and my left arm was around Crys' shoulders. In a flash, I had one hand on each of these ladie's wrists, grasping them firmly and pulling them to my chest.

I had to think!

Good thing I got that genius level I.Q. like they told me after High School testing!

"What in hell is going on here?!" I asked, my face a mask of bewilderment.

Both ladies were simply smiling at me.

Crys spoke first: "Arthur! What?!" Carrie was right behind her: "Something wrong, big boy?"

They sat there with such a calm, un-ruffled demeanor, that I thought for a moment maybe I was over reacting.

Thats when Chris joined in: "Dude! Welcome to a waking wet dream!" and then he laughed so hard he almost fell down.

Only now was it plain to me that he was already three sheets to the wind. And it was now apparent that Crys was also highly inebriated. 

Which left me the only sober one in the group.

Yikes.

Carrie brought her free hand to my face, which caused me to loose her and Crys' hands. She gently put her palm against my cheek and stroked it back and forth while she said, "Arthur... please don't be upset with us? We're only playing, and we don't mean to upset you." Crys was doing the same to my other cheek now, and she said, "Arthur! Are you still my Chef-Boy?"

The realization slowly overtook me; I was just in shock: there was nothing 'wrong' here, things were just different than I had expected.

Way different.

Although Crystal and I had often been kissie face, we had never actually 'done' anything.

That was Chris' job, so to speak.

That was going to change, apparently.

Oh, shit.

Chris!

I looked over to where he stood, leaning against the wall next to the TV. He was grinning like a lunatic, watching me and the girls. He looked me right in the eye and said, "Watcha think, Roomie? Crystal too ugly for ya?" At which he started to laugh again, clearly amused at his own wit.

Crystal was giggling as well.

Carrie was not giggling, she was snuggling up against me and put both of her arms around me.

Crys did the same.

Out of the frying pan, into the fire. I had the feeling that Rod Serling would come walking out at any moment, talking to someone off in the distance about "you've just entered the Twilight Zone".

I knew my roomie well enough that I was safe; Chris had long ago made it plain that he was into "different" sex, always leaving me to understand whatever I wanted that to mean. From what he'd shared with me over the years, I knew for a fact that he had been with two or more lovers at a time on many occasions. He never elaborated, he never bragged.

He also never got detailed in any way. He always just stated he'd been with whomever and everyone had gotten their rocks off.

I think I was about to be included in one of his "gatherings".

I had no idea how I felt about that; regardless, I wasn't going to be upset about it.

Quite the opposite: Carrie felt really good against me. I put my arm around her, and she looked up at me and smiled like the sun.

Crys put her hand up to my chin, grasping it and turning my face to hers. Her face showed a very sublime smile, and she moved her hand to start rubbing my cheek.

"Arthur" Crys said, "are you okay with this?"

For answer, I put my arm around her and pulled her up towards me. She came quickly, pressing her lips to mine. I had kissed her on many occasions, almost always in greeting, otherwise in parting. They were always very enjoyable kisses.

They were nothing like _this_ kiss.

Crys was giving her all to this kiss, and I was gone. I could not tell where she started and I ended because my heart was beating in her chest. I knew it was, I could feel her heart beating in mine. Her arms were around me, holding me tightly. I had my arm around her, fiercely holding her to my side when a hand started moving up my leg, under my shorts and gently fondling my balls.

A small (extremely small) portion of my brain told me this must be Carrie, because I could account for both of Crys' hands: they were squeezing my head while I was doing my best to lick her tonsils. In response, I moved my left arm down to Carrie's ass, gently kneading it and smoothly rubbing across her cheeks.

Carries hand moved to my cock, lightly grasping it and jerking it ever so slightly.

I was quicly approaching sensory overload. My hips started their involuntary dance, responding to the feeling that Carrie was creating on my erection. I was simply burning up with so much skin and heat surrounding me. I started moaning, and I could tell I was going to shoot very soon, now.

 ("Stop, Stop Stop
    All the dancing
     Give me time to breathe.
      Stop Stop Stop
       All the dancing
        Or I'll have to leave!")

Carrie moved her hand faster, now. Crys was kissing me harder, if that were possible.

My cock was primed, and would very shortly reach the point of no return.

I started moaning, almost crying as I felt the first tickle in my balls.

Everthing went into hyperdrive at that instant.

Suddenly, Carrie reached up and pulled my face away from Crys. Her lips locked onto mine, and I felt her pulling harder on my cock. My eyes were open during this change of place, and I saw Crys slide down along my body to my crotch. Carrie's hand came away from my cock, to be replaced by Crys' hand.

The tickle was at full strength, and I was almost screaming into Carrie's mouth. I knew it was coming. Just a moment or two.

Thats when Crys dropped her mouth onto my cock, taking most of it clear to the back of her throat.

I was done for.

I screamed my release as the first shot came up like molten steel through my tube. Crys was obviously taking it right down her throat, sucking for all she was worth for more.

I kept screaming. Carrie kept kissing. I held her in a death grip, my passion completely let loose. I saw dancing lights and could not seem to draw sufficient breath to remain conscious. But somehow I did.

I must have sent seven or eight shots of come into Crystal's mouth. She took it all and not a drop showed on her lips.

I think overwhelm is insufficient to describe my mental state just then.

Crystal had her mouth on my cock, her eyes on mine, a thousand watt light coming out of them. Carrie pulled back from me as I quieted down, and turned to look at Crys hovering over my crotch. Their eyes met, and some silent message appeared to pass between them.

And I thought that I had seen everything.

Carrie moved down to be face to face with Crys; with a loud pop, Crys pulled off of me and immediately put a lip lock on Carrie.

I was too far gone to feel the shock that in other circumstances would certainly have overtaken me.

Instead, I marvelled at what was happening before me. I could see them kissing each other deeply, tongues busy in each others mouths.

It dawned upon me that they were sharing my seed.

This was very sexy and I was almost inclined to get hard again at the sight.

From across the room, Chris reminded us all that he was still here.

He started applauding!

And laughing!

"Wow! Roomie, I shoulda thought to bring my 35 millimeter! That was completely professional! Encore! Encore!" he said.

I closed my eyes, wondering when the bunny with the worried demeanor was gonna come up out of a hole in the floor and lead me off on a wild adventure...



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