QT: Dave in Dallas, ch 8 - Planning a Future (Patreon)

Ch 8 – Planning a Future

October 19, 2020

Shawna’s early shift meant she was home for dinner with enough time to change and sit with the family talking while Lupe and Reena prepared the meal.

“Mom was a pretty good painter.  She actually sold a few at small auctions.  The one she was proudest of, she gave to Dave though.  He’s a fan of seascapes, so she made this beautiful painting with a cliff in the upper left and a roiling, storm-tossed ocean filling most the canvas.  Lots of white caps and ocean spray, dark stormy waters, the whole works.  You could almost feel like you were on the deck of a ship struggling to stay afloat in the storm.”  Liv looked wistful as she spoke of her mom’s talents.

“Oh! I’ve seen that one!”  Jan exclaimed.

The others looked between Livy, Dave, and Jan.

With a neutral face that they had become accustomed to at certain times Dave said, “I put it away in a closet to keep it safe.  I … went through a dark time there for a while.  I didn’t want to damage it.”

“And I found it when I was looking for the book boxes you mentioned.  I’m sorry I brought it up, Dave.”  Olivia nodded her agreement with Jan.

“Don’t be ladies.  Janelle’s gift is a bright point.  Honestly, I’m at a place now that I would feel safe bringing it back out.  And the photos.”

A small relief settle over the gathering.  There were a few spots that obviously held a picture or painting for some years, but had been bare when the ladies arrived.  The general state of the world, and the events of Olivia and Melanie’s arrival made each reluctant to broach the subject.

“It would be good to see pictures of Eddie, Janelle, and … Carter?”  Shawna said softly.

“I don’t think I ever saw Livy’s parents, but I met Eddie a few times.”  Becca chimed in.  “He was a nice guy.  Kinda handsome too.  But, I know where he got that from.”  She blew an air kiss to Dave.  The others grinned or chuckled, with a few nods.

“Well, she made the painting in Eddie’s senior year, and he was between girlfriends when Mom finished.  She had me bring it over on a weekend she knew Eddie was staying with Dave.  Dave hadn’t moved to this house yet.”

Dave chuckled, in memory, as he realized where Olivia was going with this story.

“Keep in mind, Eddie is almost three years older than me.  At the time, I was a few months past fifteen, and Eddie was shy of his eighteenth birthday by a few months.  Mom drives me, but hangs back a bit, having me talk to Dave and Eddie.  I get to Dave’s front door, all flustered, ‘cuz here’s my crush, that I fantasize about spending my life with,” Olivia is beaming a big smile at this point, with Dave replying with a shame-faced smile, “being all happy for this gift I’m giving him and showing me all this affection, but like I’m a well-loved daughter, not a woman he’d go out with.  And all these little-girl-in-love feelings are just going haywire.”

The older ladies all showed some level of sympathy for Olivia.   For her part, Becca slipped off her spot, nestled in beside Dave and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  The play-act was good for a chuckle.

“That’s when Eddie pipes up and offers to take me out that evening.  He looked uncertain, but somewhat interested. We were friends, but there’d been no romance, no attraction.  I was torn, because Eddie is a –” Olivia swallowed “—was a great guy, but he wasn’t the guy I was after.  I agreed, though. A week later he admitted that Dave put him up to it, and Mom was almost certainly involved.  The three of them made multiple attempts at throwing us together.  Hell, Eddie was the only boy Daddy didn’t try to scare off.”

“Wait, so you dated Eddie?”

“Not really.  It was just two friends hanging out.  It happened a few times as Mom, Dad, and Dave kept trying to get us together, but it never stuck.  We both thought the other was an incredible person,” she paused for a second again, “but there was no … no spark of desire.  I mean, yeah, he thought I was pretty, I thought he was handsome, but it just wasn’t there.”

“OK, ‘cuz that would have been really weird.  Especially if you two had –”

“Nope.”  Olivia said it awfully quick, with a bit of extra color rising in her face.

That caused everyone else to lean in.

“Girl,” was all Shawna said.

Olivia rolled her eyes and exhaled hard.  “They were trying so hard, and we really liked each other, and we thought maybe if we just tried … but we couldn’t kiss without giggling.  Like we couldn’t bring our lips together we’d bust out laughing first.  On the cheek was fine, but lips touching was just too goofy.”  Olivia stared off into space for a moment.  “Okay, there was one time we tried to go all the way.  I was over eighteen by then.  We each undressed ourselves, but by the time we were both naked, we both had the nervous giggles.  On paper, we should have been a great match, but something big was missing.”

“Oh, I’ve felt it,” Becca said, waving her hand in the air, “I know what the big missing thing was.”

The whole house cracked up laughing.

“Hey, we are talking about my friend here.  And he’s Dave son, so he was no slouch there.  It just wasn’t hard.  That was a little demoralizing.  I’m standing there, naked, tits out, not trying to hide anything, and I was already keeping it trimmed, so it’s all out there where he can see it, and he’s limp.  Full length, but limp.  That was a blow to my ego.”

“Coulda been worse.  If you had slept with Eddie …”  A collective shiver ran through the room.

“Yeah, yeah that would be weird.  I may or may not have gone out the next weekend and found a guy to assuage my hurt ego, though.”  A few sympathy nods occurred in response.  “About two months later, I found another boyfriend, but by then, I knew in my heart I was just biding time ‘til I was old enough to pursue Dave.  I was over eighteen, of course, but I knew I needed to be a bit older to really get his attention.  That relationship eventually petered out, and every guy since has been a month or two fling about twice a year so I don’t go crazy.”

“And now you have your dream guy.”  Jan supplied.

Just then, Reena came out to the arch separating the dining room and living room.  “We’re starting to bring dishes out to the table.  You can start taking seats.”  Looking at Becca, she added, somewhat resignedly, “Did you tell him yet?”

Becca squealed.  “I almost forgot! Thank you for reminding me!  We were watching MTV earlier, and they’re going through a leadership change.  Like all the bigwigs got fired, and now they have a new CEO.”

Dave looked askance.  “I haven’t been interested in MTV for a few decades, back before they should have stopped using the ‘M’ if they were being honest.”

“That’s just it though! The new guy has announced they will refocus on music.”

“But I liked The Real World!” Kareena grumped.

Becca stuck her tongue out at Reena, before turning back to Dave.  “And you’ll never guess who the new head of MTV is!”

“I don’t follow music industry executives, so no, I really have no idea, who it could be.”

“But you know this guy,” she said with a wide grin.  “He’s a little white, a little nerdy.  He likes polka –”

“No.  Way.”  Dave said with a grin on his face.  “Weird Al?”

Shawna started chuckling.  “Seriously?”

“Yep! Weird Al Yankovich is the new head of MTV!  They’re having a grand re-opening Wednesday, noon, Pacific Time.  They said there will be themed hours, so certain times will be 80’s music, or 90’s, or girl-pop, or hard rock, etc.”

“Wonder if they’ll borrow VH1’s ‘Pop-up Video’ with the little factoids.  That could be a good hour-block too.”

That’s when Lupe appeared to summon them all to the table for dinner.  Firmly this time.

As dinner wound down, Lupe turned to Becca.  “Have you asked him yet?”

The little blonde shrunk into herself.  “No,” she said softly.

“Ask me what?”  Dave inquired.

Reena looked at Becca like she was waiting for her to take the lead, but wouldn’t for much longer.

Rebecca swallowed hard, inhaled like she was steeling herself, and looked at Dave.  “We didn’t get a prom.  Reena pointed that out last week.  And, back then, it wasn’t an issue for me.  I mean, even without … everything that’s going on.  But now, it’d be kinda cool.  So, um, the others are putting a prom on for us – me and Reena, I mean – so, uh, Dave, would you take me to prom?”

Dave was surprised, and a little stunned.  “I, uh,” he sputtered, until Lupe, Jan, and Shawna fixed him with very determined looks.  “Of course.  Yes, Rebecca Sampson, I will escort you to prom.”

The cheers around the table settled after a moment, and attention turned to Reena.  She beamed.

“Dave, would you take me to prom also?”

With a big grin, Dave replied, “Well, I dunno, I already have one prom date …” his tone was playfully enough to keep most of the panic flutters out of Reena’s stomach.

“I would happily share a prom date with Reena.”  Becca interjected.

“Then yes, Kareena Agrawal, I will escort you to prom along with Becca.”  Another round of cheers as both girls laughed.

“So, you get a second prom Dave, this time with two hot dates!”  Jan teased.

Dave looked at her side eyed.  “First actually.  I wasn’t in any kind of social demand in high school.”

“Wait, you didn’t go to prom?” half the ladies exclaimed.

Dave scoffed.  “It was a social thing.  I was a nerd.  Okay, I’m still a nerd, don’t give me that look.  Anyway, I didn’t belong at social events.  Dances, football games, I didn’t go and nobody missed me.”

“I’m a nerd, and I went to prom, David.”  Shawna replied.

“You’re a pretty girl. Boys like to go to dances with pretty girls.  Girl nerds still get asked out, especially when they’re attractive.”

No one wanted to ruin the mood by pursuing that line of discussion further, but they all noted an undertone in Dave’s comments.

******

October 21, 2020

Dave planted soft kisses on Lupe’s shoulder as he drove himself in and out of her hot, wet tunnel.  He held her hip with one hand and traced lazy patterns on her abdomen with the other.  Lupe’s hands rested on the wall as she bent over, pushing her ass out so Dave could pump himself into her sex.

They were ten minutes into what was supposed to be a quickie, but both enjoyed the union so much they were subtly stretching out the encounter.  Of course, the fact that Esme’s room was right next to Dave’s office added some need for quiet.  And quiet fucks were generally slower.

Still, they couldn’t take forever.  With this many people in the house, no matter how quiet they were, if they kept going, someone would walk in on them.  Dave slipped his hand from Lupe’s belly up to her breast.  He took a firm, possessive grip and rubbed her nipple with his palm and massaging the bulk of her breast with his fingers.

Lupe’s right hand left the wall and flew to her mouth. Her shoulder braced against the wall, Lupe’s eyes rolled back as her torso convulsed.  Her low moan of ecstasy was largely stifled by her hand.  The undulation of her inner muscles set Dave off, and he fired several ropes of hot cum into her waiting passage.

Both stood there for a minute, steadying themselves and luxuriating in the primal satisfaction of the completed act.  As Dave softened and slipped out of her, Lupe reached to the side table and grabbed some tissues to catch any leakage.  She turned, resting her back against the wall and staring into her lover’s eyes.

“You know David, tomorrow is the day.  Hopefully.”

Dave looked at her quizzically.

“I ovulate tomorrow.  I’ve been tracking it.  This time could be the one that gets me pregnant.”

Dave leaned into Lupe and took her in his arms.  A shudder passed through him as he realized he might soon be a father again.  A dark, demented voice rose up to remind him just how well that worked out the last time.

“Still,” Lupe purred with a grin, “I wouldn’t mind a second dose tomorrow, just to increase our chances.”

Dave kissed her slowly on the lips, with no tongue.  “Purely for reproductive purposes of course.”  He added a wink.

Lupe hugged him tightly after barking out a short laugh.  Then they dressed and she headed back downstairs.

Dave opened the new microfridge and pulled out a bottle of water and a pouch of tuna in sunflower oil.  Livy and Mel picked up the fridge last week, during the grocery run.  The same trip they’d gotten the palmprint secured gunsafe for Livy’s headboard.  Mel and Reena put it in place while Dave and Liv installed the safe.

He guzzled about half the water bottle before setting it down.  Then he took his time with the tuna and the other half the bottle.  Time enough to mull over his problem.

His game might be dead in the water, for good this time.  As with so many others, he hadn’t heard back from the artists that made the images for him in too damn long.  The background artist, Harrison Black, had been incommunicado for months.  That may not be an insurmountable problem.  There was only one background missing from the scenes he had planned out.  Those scenes might be movable to one of the existing settings.  Or maybe he could find an artist to make that last image and match Harri’s style – but that would be a dicey prospect. As long as he didn’t add any new locations, he was good there.

But … his character artist was also not responding.  His last email two months ago mentioned he was sick.  He had finished all of the characters through the last update, but the game had three more characters to complete the cast, and one played a pivotal role in the last two scenes of the pending update.  He needed to find a new artist.  And negotiate a new contract.  For a game whose market may have shrunk drastically.  Who the hell would pay money for a game about a guy surviving an apocalypse and fucking hot babes when they’re in the middle of an actual apocalypse and every surviving guy had several women addicted to his cum?

It was still worth a shot though.  After mulling over the wording, Dave opened Discord and navigated to UnVale, the site he’d used before.  He found an appropriate thread and started typing.

budget: $800 plus 10% of revenue

work: headshot and 3d poly-rigged female character, character description (rough physical and detailed personality) provided in further communications.  three characters needed.  possibly three artists, one per character.  Upfront and percentage applied per character.

timeline: 6-8weeks

Commercial use, erotic game

respond by DM please

With that done, Dave left the server.  There were other things to do.  He logged into the email server for Eastfield and checked for messages.  His dean emailed with a list of classes for spring semester.  Technically, she was offering the list for his approval.  Yeah right.  She’s the dean.  Yeah, He’d made full professor rank five years ago, but getting in a pissing match with the dean over class assignments was never a good idea.  And she’d never given him reason to anyway.  The ‘check these to make sure they are right’ note always elicited that rebel reaction in him.

Interesting.  Math department must be shorthanded.  Dave had one section of college algebra in addition to two sections of physics.  One of those was calc-based, the other algebra & trig based.  And then a section of gen ed physical science.  That had been awhile, but something he’d done before.  He emailed back the list looked fine, but he’d need a copy of the texts for the math and physical science classes, and quickly, so he could start planning.  Hard copies if possible.  At least a looseleaf version.

He tagged in a suggestion they offer an astronomy class or earth science or oceans class.  Something more focused that could get the kids attention.  Student interest tends to improve student scores, after all.  He pointed out with a little review time, he could teach the astronomy or earth science class.  If they went with an oceans class, he’d need one of the biology folks to cover the portions of the class on sea life.

Ugh.  College algebra had some interesting and useful tools but teaching it to a class of mostly ‘why do I have to take this’? whiners could make for a demoralizing semester.  Well, maybe that would be the plus side of an apocalypse.  The survivors might be all that much more desirous to grow and achieve.  Okay, plan with positive thoughts.  Expect hungry, eager young minds.  Or even hungry, eager older minds.  And a little bit scared.  Some more than others.  Lastly, he suggested that whichever of the three they offered should have a field trip component.  Now more than ever, it was important to break students out of their doldrums and really see the stuff they talked about in class.

“Dave! Dave! Dave!” Becca burst through his office door.  “It’s on!  It’s coming on next! Come down!”  She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and raced back out.

Dave was chuckling by the time she turned around, and rising as she passed the doorframe.  He joined her in the living room in short order, without running.  Lupe, Liv and Mel were waiting as well.  Jan and Esme came out of the library just as Dave hit the bottom of the stairs.

“All of you are music video fans?” Dave asked.  “Or Weird Al?”  He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m a you fan, David,” Lupe replied, “and a Becca fan.  You two are so excited by this, I had to be here to watch.”

“You exposed me to Weird Al when I was young and impressionable.  My interest in him is all your fault.”  Olivia observed with a smirk.

“Hey, I’m just band wagoning here,” Melanie chortled.

Then Jan chimed in.  “This is a cultural event.  It would be educational for Esme,” she said with a sly grin.

The commercial cut away and an aural cascade of celebration sounds issued from the TV.

“Hello, all you beautiful people, I’m Martha Quinn, your Video Jockey for this inaugural segment of the renewed Music Television channel.  Yes, we are concentrating on music again, and, in honor of the impending Halloween holiday, we have an oldie but a goldie – Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’.”

The screen cut to the iconic video by the king of pop.  The full version.  When it ended, Quinn was back.

“I get chills from that every time.”  Martha shook her head, smiling.  “Now, with the Thanksgiving holiday not far away, our new CEO has whipped up something to make the meal … just a little extra special.”

Guitar chords from Eric Clapton’s ‘Cocaine’ start playing.

When you eat leftovers,

And you’re feeling averse,

ptomaine

Half the room cracked up laughing.  Dave didn’t hear most the rest of the lyrics, but hell, his family was laughing.  And surely the song would play again.  It was good to laugh.  By the time they settled down, the video was over and Martha Quinn’s face stared back at them.

“I hope you all enjoined that as much as I did.  I’ll be back to host ‘The ‘80’s Hump Day Show’ this evening, but until then my younger colleagues will host shows featuring current, or at least more recent, styles.  Our new formatting is geared to exemplify and introduce the unique and wonderful flavors of different eras and genres.  We here at MTV would like to foster greater understanding and appreciation between peoples of different generations, so please, at some point during the week, take the time to sit in with us as we cover an era or style you are unfamiliar with and get to know some of the things that make other people in your life tick.”

Dave couldn’t shake the sense that Quinn knew about the Quaranteam serum and was trying to foster connections between partners of well separated age groups, without talking about the serum in even the slightest.  Then again, the sentiment had its own value, without the serum issues.

******

October 22, 2020

The doorbell was still an unusual sound to hear these days, even though the house no longer felt like his own pyramid.  It definitely wasn’t quiet at the moment.  House Belsus was in the midst of a round robin Mario Cart championship.  Although, this one was a warmup.  Shawna wasn’t here, so they’d have another contest when the whole house was present.  At the moment, Mel and Olivia were frustrated with each other and Esme’s otherworldly ability both in the game and playing the two off each other.  As the two of them attacked the other, Esme got ahead of them both.  Becca was laughing, and well ahead of all three, sailing free and clear of any competitor or trap.  Until Esme got a blue shell.  Just as it detonated, the doorbell sounded.

“I got it!”  Reena shouted, leaping to her feet and rushing for the door.  Dave rose to follow, but was tackled by Becca, Liv, and Mel.  Lupe began to object, since Esme was in the room, but the girls were mostly just hugging, with some kissing.  Lips only, no tongue.

“Hey, come on!  I need to go answer the door,” he protested.

“Nope,” Becca retorted. “Reena hasn’t gotten to welcome a new lady to the house yet.  And you need to make a proper first impression when she walks in – smothered in adoring women!”

Dave rolled his eyes but stopped trying to wiggle free.  Lupe and Jan chuckled off to the side.

“I heard that from outside.”  said a voice carrying a tinkle of amusement.  All three young ladies scrambled up so Dave could stand and face their newest sister.  She stepped forward, offering her hand.  “Hi, I’m Vanessa Worton.  You must be Dave.  You have quite the entourage here.”

Dave reached his hand out to accept her greeting.  Champagne blonde hair – with dark roots – fell from a middle part down the sides of her face to drape a few inches down her shoulders.  Round, olive green eyes stared back at Dave from a face balanced between oval and rectangular.  The wide smile, with plenty of teeth showing, appeared a mix of forced and natural while her cheeks gathered into pleasant apples above and beside her mouth.  Vanessa wore a tight-knit thin teal sweater under a medium beige cardigan.  Light tan slacks and slip-on comfortable walking shoes in dappled white and dark grey finished her business casual look.  At 5’5” she wasn’t exactly short for a woman, but neither was she tall by any stretch.  She appeared to be a well-kept late thirties.  The skin of her face was supple, but showed signs of experience in life – not all of it positive.

Vanessa chuckled.  “Well, it’s always ego boosting for a man to be speechless upon seeing me.  Especially one surrounded by such lovely ladies already.”

Dave collected himself.  “Would you like a seat?”  When he saw her noticing the paused game, he added, “We were having a playoff.  Although this is really just practice, since Shawna’s at work.  She’ll be home in another hour and a half.  That’s her usual time, though depending on her shift some days could be earlier or later.”

“So all of you are into video games?” Vanessa said as she stepped around her large pink rolling suitcase to find a seat.

“No, some of us are into video games, and some of us join in for family unity.”  Lupe rejoined.

“I can appreciate that.” Vanessa smiled back.  “Family sticks together.”  Her smile looked slightly artificial for a moment.  “I like that you all refer to each other as family, rather than a team.  It sounds … cozier, comforting.  And the whole dogpile thing?  Very Norman Rockwell.  If Rockwell painted polygamous families,” she added with a wide grin.  “You must be Lupe,” she said approaching the Latina.  “I think your letter was the most convincing, and intimidating.  I almost passed over Dave so I wasn’t getting in the way of, or being overshadowed by, two long term loves.”

Everyone but Jan, Lupe, and Becca bore puzzled looks.  That’s when Jan cleared her throat and spoke up.

“I was contacted the end of last week to type up a short mention of my time here, my thoughts, and such. I sent that in Sunday night.”

“I got mine in yesterday.”  Lupe said.

“Me too,” said Becca.

“It was interesting getting three uniquely different people saying slightly different things that all painted the same picture.”  Vanessa walked back to Dave.  “You’re an interesting guy David Belsus.”

Dave looked slightly uncomfortable by instinct, but quickly applied some of the confidence he’d been gaining or faking.  “You seem to have me at a disadvantage, Ms. Worton.”

“Vanessa.  Or preferably, Nessa.  Given how … close we are going to be.”  She flashed him a playfully wicked smile.  Dave was getting enough practice now to see beneath the surface.  Under the playfully strong woman exterior was a deep current of uncertainty, even nervousness.  “I have professional reasons to be here as well.  I’m a realtor, so I’m involved in the re-housing project going on.  If I hadn’t matched to you, I would have been by to visit sometime next week, but as it is, I’d like to start that conversation now, lay out the parameters for all of you and after I wake up from imprinting we can talk about what you – well, what we want,” she ended with a grin.

“Sounds good,” Dave replied.  “Re-housing, huh?  Are we really supposed to wind up with many more ladies in the house?”

“I don’t know any more than you’ve been told, really, but I’ve seen some families much bigger.  Most seem to be heading that direction though.  The metroplex - all of North Texas - got hit hard, David.”  She paused.  “Harder than some other areas because of all the deniers.  I don’t know the numbers, since I’m not involved in that work, but we have a lot fewer men here.  We also had a higher loss of women, but not nearly to the same degree as the increased loss of men.  Only a few of the women are interested in re-locating, so families here will likely be bigger than families in California or New England – on average anyway.”

“That’s how it’s been before all this though too.”

“Well, yeah,” she said with a chuckle.  Then she cleared her throat and seemed to settle into a ‘professional’ facial set.  “To ease the logistical load for utilities and other services, the government is encouraging folks to gather into consolidated neighborhoods or downtown living areas.  They mostly want people to live in multi-use towers.  Basically, skyscrapers with stores and service shops on the bottom floor or two, and residential spaces above.  Each family would have one entire floor.  A large family might get two floors.”

“I would rather not live in a high-rise.”  Dave kept his tone neutral and even, in a way that suggested much more passion behind the sentiment than that actually expressed.

“Well that brings us to the communities being formed.  Some are on cul-de-sacs with enlarged houses.  And the cul-de-sacs are clustered.  There are some that have semi-circle roads with houses on the outer edge and a park or shops in the middle.  The smaller ones of those are also clustered.”

“Of course, the Las Colinas and South Lake folks already have their gated communities.  They may bring a few others in to occupy a house that was already empty, or vacated by a … casualty, but mostly, they are ‘keeping to their own’.  I wouldn’t expect you – us – to get in there.”

“Not sure I’d want to.”  That earned a few nods.

“There are a variety of sizes in the midrange communities.  Those also vary by amenities in the house.  Some houses in the same community have different amenities, inside or outside.  In fact some of the nicer communities in the midrange are … choosy, so, again, they could be hard to get into.”

Dave, Lupe and Liv just shrugged.

“Now, generally speaking, the communities will be mixed so there is, as best as possible, a cross section of races, political views, and interests in each community.  The intent is to hopefully negate the polarization we’ve all seen increasing over the past twenty years.”

All of the older members of the family nodded.  Everyone old enough to watch the news knew exactly what she was talking about.

“But, there will be some … themed communities.  In the Mesquite area, there will be a community of multiple cul-de-sacs near a stables.”

“And a country bar?” asked Reena, teasingly.

“Please,” Dave rejoined, “Mesquite is for ropers.  They wear bright colored boots and never rode a horse.  They drive lift kit pickups without a single scratch in the bed.  A whole community of truck balls, rattails and mullets.”  He paused for a second.  “Actually, that’s not a bad idea.  I could do with never seeing another mullet or rattail.”

“Or a lift kit.”

“Or truck balls.”

“I’ll scratch Mesquite off the list of possible destinations for this team.  Um, family,” Vanessa corrected.  “What about Park Cities area?”

Dave looked at her balefully.  He started ticking of on his fingers, “I make less than six figures, I do not own a tux – and only one suit – and I have no idea what to do with my pinkie finger when drinking tea or coffee.”  All of the ladies giggled.  “Worse,” he made quote fingers in the air, “Lupe is Hispanic, Jan is Korean, and Shawna, who’s at work at the moment, is black.  Not exactly a picture of Park Cities demographics.”

Vanessa looked like she was about to object, but held off.  He wasn’t wrong.

Changing the topic, she said, “So, all we really need right now is to think about what spaces you will want, and what spaces you will need.  Do you need an office?  Do any of the women need one as well?  Can those be combined?”

“That could wind up as an excuse to visit with you more often during the day,” Mel asserted.  Reena and Becca giggled.  Esme hadn’t left the room, so she slightly veiled her meaning.

“I will need a separate office.  Sometimes I just need to focus.  Besides, having my own office hasn’t stopped ya’ll from making ‘visits’ during the day.”  Lupe blushed at the implication.  She wasn’t the only one though, just the most recent.

“But Dave, I might need some math help,” Becca pleaded.  Vanessa looked slightly amused while the others laughed.  The tale had been shared around.

“I should never have told you that story,” Dave said with narrow eyes and pursed lips.  Though there was a twinkle in his eye and his lips curled up at the corners.

“So, something for you ladies to share with me later, I take it?”

Dave threw his hands in the air theatrically.  “I’m surrounded.”

“Well, Dave, that’s how –” Liv cut herself off as she remembered Esme was still in the room.

Esme rolled her eyes.  “Do I need to leave?”

“No, you do not.”  Dave replied.  “We will watch ourselves.  This conversation is one you should have some input on.  You might not get what you ask for, but at least I’d like to hear your preferences as much as anyone else’s.”

Vanessa nodded, looking at Lupe.  “Yup, just like you said.”  Lupe blushed.  At Dave’s reaction, Nessa looked to him and added, “All good things, all good things.”

“Olaf!”  Esme cried.  “You should be Olaf for Halloween.  That’s next week right?!  We’re doing something for it, right Da- uh, Dave?”

Dave did not miss what Esme almost said.  If she finished the original word, he might have lost it altogether.  As it was, he managed to maintain his composure.  He wasn’t the only one.  Lupe looked ready to bust with joy.  Nessa bore a knowing grin that matched the others around the room.  The shaky breath he took to steady himself was all they needed to confirm the impact the verbal slip had on him.  In their eyes, he could see that for some, it was the reaction they needed him to have.  Well, one more proof they all matched well.  His natural reactions were what they wanted.  Sometimes, anyway.

“I think I just ovulated.”  Livy muttered.

“What was that?”  Dave asked.

“Nothing darling, nothing at all,” the busty brunette replied with a mild blush.  The cackling of half the room did not help deter attention.

“Maybe we should just get back to the discussion topic,” Dave said with a wry grin.  “Esme, any thoughts?”

“Adults are crazy.”

Vanessa and a few others laughed.  Dave just stared at Esme, a slight grin on his face and one raised eyebrow.  Esme giggled.

“Okay, I’d like a big backyard, a pool and an indoor play space that can also be an art room.”  Then, with an impish smile she added, “And a pony.”

“Ponies do not come with a house.”  Dave observed wryly.  “The pool idea is a good one.  If there’s no community pool close by, that is.  I mean, having one in the backyard would be great, but so long as it’s easy to get to, a shared pool will do nicely.  Is that doable, Nessa?”

“Absolutely.  Most of the communities either have a pool space already built, or have one planned.  Some of the houses have backyard pools.”  She cleared her throat.  “Though, none of the houses have enough yard space for a horse.”  She winked at Esme.  “But two communities are reasonably close to riding stables with lots of pastureland.”

Dave chuckled and shook his head.  “And let’s list the art, craft and play space as a want, not a need, but a really want.  An indoor space like that could be very handy when the weather sucks.  It could also work as a classroom. After all, you can do a lot of science with craft supplies.”

Esme groaned and slapped her forehead.  “That’s my signal to leave.  Besides, I still have a geography assignment to work on.  Let me know when you’re ready to finish the game.”  She slipped out to the library.

Vanessa looked at Lupe.  “She’s adorable.”

“Thank you.  She’s also a handful.”

“I can see that.”  Vanessa replied.  “Doesn’t stop me from wanting one.  Not right away, I mean, but, sometime in this coming year, I want to start trying.”  She turned to Dave as she said this.  “Is that a problem?”

“No.  Not at all.  We haven’t talked about timing or anything, but I’d like to have kids with each of you.  At least, I think you all want kids.  If I’m wrong, let me know.”

All the ladies nodded, some adding a few words to express their interest.

“Timing is the issue, though.  We don’t want the whole house pregnant at once.  And some have college to complete and careers to establish.”

“Anyone trying now? If it’s not too personal.”

Lupe raised her hand.  “You’re family now, or soon will be.  It’s not too personal.  We hadn’t said anything yet, but we are trying.”  The others squealed happily and rushed to hug her.

“I think the conversation just came to an end,” Dave observed.

“That’s ok, the main need for tonight was to get you all thinking about what you want.  By early next week we should get together and nail down a specific list of needs and wants.”  She shifted in her seat.  “Speaking of which, I’d like to wait until after dinner, maybe an hour after.  I’d prefer to have dinner first and give it time to settle.”

“That’s perfectly understandable.  We can talk again just before.  I’ll –”

“I am sure of my decision.  But that’s ok, feel free to ask again later for your peace of mind.”  At Dave’s puzzled look, she explained, “Lupe and Jan mentioned you would be concerned about my comfort level with this decision.”  Her eyes twinkled.  “Your ladies know you, David.  I’m looking forward to being here.”

******

Dinner was a simple, quick affair of burgers, mac n’ cheese from scratch and steamed green beans.  Lupe and Mel offered to make something a bit more exciting, but Vanessa insisted quicker was preferred.  They smiled and got busy in the kitchen.  Nessa recognized Shawna as soon as she entered the living room.  She didn’t fawn over the local celebrity, exactly, but it took her a minute to adjust.

After dinner was a slow time of conversations in pairs and triples.  Nessa spent a lot of time listening but shared a few things about herself with the family.  Eventually, she gave Dave a look that he was becoming accustomed to.  He rose, approached her, and offered his hand.  She took his hand and rose to stand beside him.  The two ascended the stairs together.  Everyone watched but said nothing.  There were a few grins exchanged.

When they entered the bedroom and shut the door, Vanessa turned to him, pulling herself close and burying her face in his chest.  Then she looked up, meeting his questioning eyes.

“I want this David.  I want to be a part of the family you have here.  I want to be with you.  I talked with the others downstairs.  I know you like to take your time.  This isn’t your first imprinting though, so you know I won’t … get there except at the priming and imprinting … surges.  I’ll enjoy the efforts, but don’t spend too much time on it, it will just be frustrating for me.  So, show me your kind, attentive side, but don’t overexert yourself on it, ok?   Save it for one of the others this evening.”

Dave stroked her back gently and kissed her forehead.  Nessa raised up on her toes and kissed him full on the lips.  She hummed when he responded.  They took their time, reveling in the closeness.  She could feel in his body the desire to give her an emotional bond before the physical one, but the serum did not permit that.  Still, that he wanted to do that for her bode well for a future together.

The kiss grew more intense.  Hands roamed from the ‘safe’ areas towards the more stimulating parts of the partner’s body.  Dave and Nessa’s breathing increased in unison.  That was the best part.  That the person getting you all excited was just as excited as you.  The hunger in their eyes rebounded, building in power like a laser.

The frantic energy powered their hands as they tore at each other’s clothes.  They were stripped bare in short order, at nearly the same moment.  Dave put an arm around her back and began kissing her again, turning himself one quarter away and walking toward the bed.  As they arrived, she crawled quickly up the bed, turning on to her back and laying her head on a pillow as she reached the headboard.

Dave gazed at her as he drew himself up on the bed with Nessa.  Her body was smooth and lovely, well maintained, but not young anymore.  Quite alluring.  Neither washboard abs nor a paunch.  Smooth, medium sized breasts with a natural sag, medium brown areolas a bit larger than a half-dollar coin, and nipples slightly smaller than a pencil eraser that were fully erect.   Below, her bush was neatly trimmed away from her vulva, which was clearly engorged with arousal as her inner petals flowered themselves outward, her outer lips parted slightly, just barely exposing the tip of her clitoris.

Her face had dropped any sense of demur acceptance.  She needed him.  It was time, she was his and he was hers, for this moment.  Dave crawled between her legs and positioned himself over her.  He lowered himself enough to make contact over much of their bodies, without resting his weight fully on her.  His erection sandwiched between them.

He lay soft, gentle, languorous kisses on her forehead, cheeks and lips.  She hummed her approval.  As his kisses proceeded down her neck to her clavicle, her breathing picked up again.  Her pelvis rubbed against him, seeking what only he could give her, seeking the fullness she needed to feel.  Dave kept kissing and progressing down to her breasts, kissing the yielding flesh there as she began to whimper.  The yearning radiated from her in palpable waves.

Dave repositioned his face to Nessa’s, with his hips arched over her core.  She steadied her tumultuous hunger, recognizing his preparation.  Dave moved slowly until the tip of his organ rested against her wet, open entrance.

He thrust forward, smoothly, firmly, penetrating her depths with half of his length over the course of several seconds.  Vanessa responded with a cross between a groan and a cry, clutching him tightly with her hands on his shoulder blades.  He pulled back out, eliciting a brief whimper until he thrust full length into her, which earned him a moan of pleasure.  Her enthusiasm brought Dave quickly to the point of leaking precum, which had the expected effect the moment the fluid made contact with her velvety interior.

Dave held her through her serum induced ecstasy.  As she settled, she wrapped her arms around his back and looked into his eyes.  He kissed her again as he began thrusting once more.  Then he lowered his lips to her ear.

“You’re mine now Nessa.  No other man may touch you.”  She gasped, excited.  “Mine to take care of.”  He felt her shuddered beneath him.  “Mine to enjoy.”  He felt her inner muscles flex and grasp his thrusting cock.  “All mine.  Your heart.”

“Yes.”

“Your mind.”

“Yes.”

“Your body.”

“YES.”

“and your will.”  He thrust deep, holding himself there and working his hips to strike all of her inner surfaces.

“YEEESSSS! Please David, please more!”

Dave began thrusting with more vigor, pounding her sex with his own.  Pummeling her interior as she writhed in her enjoyment of his actions.  Her hips rolled and bucked.  Her hands clutched and groped on his back … and her eyes.  Her eyes implored him to take her like a beast.  His breathing ragged, he savaged her lower body, stoking his own fires as surely as hers.  So lost he was in the primal act, he never noticed his own building arousal until he’d fired off a few spurts into her, arresting her cries of pleasure and replacing them with a primal scream and orgasmic spasms which ended with her flopping to the bed in a naked heap.

“Imprinting … imprinting … imprinting …”

******

October 23, 2020

With the exception of Shawna, who was gone for work, the entire house devoted all of Friday to prom preparation.  Lupe went to the store and picked up a few items she’d held off getting until day-of.  On her return, she immediately lay into her prep work, getting the cold appetizers ready.  Melanie came in to help in the early afternoon, once she had finished curating the song lists.  She was the designated DJ for the evening.  Becca and Reena both spent time with her a few days prior, nailing down what they wanted to listen to during dinner and dance to after.

Liv and Janice were the decorating committee.  They left the living room re-arrangement for last, starting that after Dave and the girls went to upstairs to dress.  During the day, they set up the unused bedroom as a hotel room.  It was close enough to the upstairs bathroom not to break the illusion.  And it was well away from Esme’s room.  Esme was instructed to use the master bathroom from bedtime until after breakfast.

By early afternoon, Becca and Reena retreated to the master bathroom to do their hair and nails.  Reena did Becca’s nails, and then her own.  Once that cycle was done, she did Becca’s hair and guided Becca through the steps for doing Reena’s.  Each girl did her own makeup, though Reena added a few touches to Becca’s.

Vanessa awoke by lunch time.  She was tickled when Dave asked her to help out.  He wanted a bit more dance practice.  Dave was not a dancer.  Mel and Olivia gave him some practice, about an hour or so each, on separate days earlier in the week.  Those sessions went about how’d you’d expect.  Started off with some innocuous club dancing, progressed into something steamy, and wound up in the horizontal mambo.  On the plus side, each coed got her dose before prom night.  By mutual acclamation, prom night was exclusively for Reena and Becca, and Dave reserved himself during the day as well.

With Vanessa, he practiced a few more sedate dance styles, and a couple of the club moves, without the steamy stuff.  She was still a bit sore from the vigor of last night.  Although, she said so with a smile.

Shawna took an early shift that day and arrived home shortly after Dave and Vanessa wrapped up their dance practice.  Shawna first changed into an orange halter dress before taking possession of Dave, hauling him off to their tv room where his clothes were laid out.  Nessa went downstairs to help Liv and Janice move the living room furniture to the borders of the room, leaving a respectable dance space in the middle.

Once Dave and Shawna were both convinced his suit was laying perfectly, with no lint, and all the colors just right, they descended to the living room to wait with the others.  Dave initially proposed he come to the master bedroom door and escort each girl downstairs, but they decided they would rather make their entrance on the stairwell, letting everyone, including Dave, see them as they came down.  They drew straws to decide order, only to find out that Reena was drawing to go last and Becca was drawing to go first.  A bit more communication would have saved them the whole drawing process and the debate on whether to draw straws or flip a coin, or rock-paper-scissors.

The other ladies were dressed nice, but not prom nice.  Lupe was looking lovely in her dark blue sundress with 2” (~5cm) diameter white polka dots.  Mel & Liv wore ‘club wear’.  For Mel that meant ‘liquid look’ black pants and a tight white crop top showing a modest amount of midriff.  For Liv it was tight jeans and a frilly blue blouse showing modest cleavage.  Janice wore a red cocktail dress with her left shoulder exposed, a skirt that hugged her hips gently and fell past her knees.  Nessa borrowed a green sundress from Lupe with similar polka dots.

The ladies all mingled quietly as they awaited the appearance of the teens.  Lupe of course, made extras of the appetizers, plus a few extra finger foods, so the rest of the family wasn’t held up for a meal, but Lupe and Mel didn’t have to make ‘prom dinner’ for everyone.

At last, they heard footsteps descending the stairs.  When the sounds reached the point the stairs peeked beyond the partial wall in the back of the living room, the first thing they spotted was shimmering metallic medium blue cloth that nearly reached the step the foot rested on.  Becca’s nerd-pale feet and ankles clad in low-heeled strappy sandals was enough to identify her, if they hadn’t already known the order the girls were arriving.

A bit more intriguing was the amount of her right leg, on the opposite side of her body from the adults, was visible.  As she descended, more leg was in view.  Each step down exposed more leggy flesh.  By the time Rebecca’s torso could be seen, it was obvious the skirt of her dress had been slit all the way to her hip.  She turned at the last landing before the final three steps.  Her short height meant she was fully visible to all as she paused.

The dress was very flattering.  Spaghetti straps over her shoulders held up the top, and a plunging neckline left no opportunity for a bra.  Yet, some miracle of undergarment managed to give her small breasts just a hint of cleavage – enough to enhance the femininity of her look on this special night.  Small diamond stud earrings completed her ensemble.  Becca had been letting her hair grow longer, after learning Dave leaned toward long hair.  Her naturally blonde hair reached a few inches past her shoulders when straight.  It was a bit shorter than that at the moment as bands of joined hair strands fell in loose curls from her head.

As Dave suspected on Becca’s descent, the skirt gathered just above Becca’s right hip, leaving her entire right leg exposed.

“I think someone got the memo that Dave is a leg man.”  Liv muttered.  There was light laughter following the comment, but Dave only had eyes and ears for his date.  The first of his dates to arrive.  He walked steadily, and slightly spellbound, to meet Becca at the base of the stairs and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.  Becca was beaming before and after the kiss, though the slight apprehension seemed to disappear during.

Dave led her over to the others, clustered around the small bar area Janice had setup.  Lupe slipped away to the kitchen after giving Becca a hug and beaming like a proud mother.  Well, older sister.  Mel handed them each a ‘mocktail’ before Dave conducted Becca to her seat on one side of his, at the head of the table.  He gave her another kiss once she was seated.  Then he caught Mel putting away her phone as she cleared her throat.  With a quick pat on Becca’s hand, Dave slipped away to observe Reena’s entrance.

Kareena’s feet first appeared, clad in white, open-toed wedge heels bearing a black line design on the upper.  As she descended, a flowing, forest green skirt came into view, bearing a design done in gold thread.  Her midriff was exposed.  Her top was made in matching green to her skirt, also bearing tracery in gold thread along its bottom edge and the hem of the quarter sleeves.  A green drape, again with designs in gold thread, lay across her shoulders.  Medium-sized gold hoop earrings hung from her ears, but her head piece nailed the appearance she was after.  One golden chain, bearing alternating clear and red crystals ran down her middle part, with two unadorned gold chains lying to each side.  A pendant the size of a silver dollar, made of pearls and red gems fixed in gold dangled from the central chain, resting on her forehead, centered between her eyes and between her hairline and brow line.  Her face was supremely confident and demure in equal measure.  Dave met her at the base of the stairs, taking her hand gently and kissing her cheek.  Then he led her to the cluster of ladies observing the festivities.

“That dress is lovely, Reena, dear.”  Vanessa said.  “It’s traditional is it not?”

“It is.  The entire outfit and the skirt are called a lehenga, while the top is a choli, and the drape is a dupatta.”

The ladies cooed over the garment a bit before Dave escorted Reena to her seat on the other side of the head.  After a quick conversation with each lady, he made two small plates with a few appetizers each and placed them in front of his dates.  He made a quick plate of his own and took his place at the head, Becca on his right and Reena on his left.  Reena’s dark hair gathered in a thick braid down her back contrasted with Becca’s blonde curls cascading onto her shoulders.  Both girls were bubbling over with excitement.

The others took turns circulating past and joining the trio’s conversation while holding a small paper plate with an appetizer or two, emulating a real prom.  When Lupe called Mel in to help plate up the dinner, the rest of the family filed out, after delivering a few hugs.  The two cooks brought in the warm plates, each bearing a small steak, mashed potatoes, and a vegetable medley.  Lupe gave Becca a quick hug from behind, whispering something in her ear.  Whatever it was, it made Becca smile and blush.  Mel did the same for Reena, though without the blushing aspect.

Dave ate one-handed, though not the same hand the whole time.  The girls switched off holding his hand.  They generously gave him time to slice up his steak into strips every few minutes.  The talk was light, catching up on unshared activities of the past week, mulling desired amenities to be discussed with Vanessa and the rest of the family, 80’s and 90’s songs the girls had picked up from MTV’s renewed format, and so on.  Of course, Dave took a few opportunities to complement each of his dates on their hairstyle, the outfits they’d picked out and how it accented some feature or other.  The girls were glowing.  Keeping his compliments specific was apparently the way to go.

Eventually, the three arose, having finished eating several minutes prior.  Dave escorted them both, simultaneously, one on each arm, to a couch against one wall of the living room.  Initially, they continued their conversation.  Janice and Olivia slipped in to clean up the dishes.  Mel started up the next playlist, labeled ‘Mood Setting’.  The songs were chosen to get the celebrants relaxed and enjoying each other’s company.  The last few songs ramped up the beat.

Recognizing a song she’d chosen, Reena leapt to her feet, turned to grab Dave’s hand, and drug him out on the ‘dance floor’.  For the next three songs she danced and hopped, her hands spending most of their time above her shoulders, unless they were draped over Dave’s shoulders while she rocked her hips and stared into his eyes.  Her braid flipped about as she cavorted.

The next song was a slow one.  Reena let out a sigh, hugging Dave, her head against his chest.  “This is Becca’s song.  Can you walk me back, and ask her on to the floor?  She’s getting more confident being here, but you’ll need to ask her to dance.”

Dave kissed her full on the lips, more than a quick peck, but less than a steamy passionate lip-lock.  Then he walked her back to the couch where her best friend, his young blonde lover waited.  Becca’s eyes shone with anticipation as she watched her friend and her man approach, walking casually, loosely, with Reena occasionally leaning in to bounce her shoulder off Dave’s arm.  He pulled her in for one more kiss, before releasing her to take her seat.  Then he took Becca’s hand, asking her, “May I have this dance?”

Becca giggled.  “Of course!”  She leapt to her feet, squealing happily when Dave pulled her in for a kiss before leading her out to the open space.  Becca’s chosen songs were slower, which allowed her to cling to Dave, and gave Dave the kind of dance he was fully prepared for – shuffling his feet and swaying.  His lack of skill at rug cutting didn’t faze his lovely blonde nerd girl in the least.  Holding him close and shuffling fit her needs just fine.  He could feel her contentment in the way she held him.  In this moment, her world was peaceful and perfect.

Becca looked up to stare into Dave’s eyes.  “Thank you, David.  For so much.  Everything you’ve done.” Her eyes watered.  “I never would have gotten through those first weeks without your help.”  She swallowed.  “Then again through the long months, the three of us together, in two houses.  And after –” her voice became too thick to talk.  Dave kissed her.  She calmed as he held her.  “You gave me a new life David.  You gave me love.  I would never have gone to prom before, but with you, I want all of this.”

A few songs later, an energetic tune began.  Becca looked up to Dave.  “Her turn.”  She gave him a kiss just as Reena tapped Dave on the shoulder.

“May I have this dance?”

“Certainly.”  Dave stepped back from Becca and offered her hand he held to Reena.  Both teens laughed heartily at the joke.  Then Reena stepped in and started dancing with Becca.  The young blonde looked a bit surprised, but game to play along on this happy night.  The girls danced half the song together, before turning to Dave, who had stepped a short distance away, and pulled him in.  The three person dance worked for the remainder of the song but just barely.  As that song ended, Dave walked Becca back to the couch before returning to his dark haired lover on the dance floor.

Her moves over the next several songs got more daring.  A few moves in which her ass was rubbing on his thigh – including the one time she twerked – Dave noticed an odd firmness between Reena’s cheeks.  For her last song, she’d picked a slow dance.  She confirmed to him that this was her last song, not Becca’s first.  Reena clung to him tightly, partly from exertion, partly for the feel of him against her.

“David, I need to be honest with you,” Reena said sometime after her breathing steadied.  “This dress, the lehenga, it’s a special dress.   It’s not for every party, just special ones, like prom … or a wedding.”

Dave looked into her eyes as she continued.

“Most Indian brides wear red, but my family is from Decca.  We wear green for our wedding lehenga.  This is the one my mother had made for me.  I made sure to bring it when I came here.  I’m … I’m not saying you have to marry me, but … this is my declaration.  This is where I want to be, for the rest of my life, David.  Here, in your arms, sharing life with you.”

Dave’s head spun with the revelation.  I mean, damn, this young woman had just pledged herself to him for a lifetime.  Granted, the serum made that a reality already, but … damn.

“Reena, I … I don’t know what to say.  I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but you are deeply embedded in my heart already.  I … worry about you and Becca, and Mel and Olivia … bound to me for the rest of your lives – or at least the rest of mine, and then what happens to you?  I am glad you are in my life. You bring your own special light to this house, this family.  I can’t say that I’m in love with you, but I am taken with you – you, not just your body – and I feel that I am moving towards love.”

Kareena’s eyes watered softly as he spoke.  When Dave finished, she moved in, offering her lips to him.  Dave kissed her slowly and passionately.  It took a moment for them to realize the music had stopped.  Mel had paused the playlist because Reena’s last song had finished, but the two lovers were not yet done.

Dave walked Reena back to the couch one last time, and brought Becca out to dance again.  Hers were slow dances, but the pace seemed to pick up as they progressed through the set.  The last song was of the high energy type that Reena leaned towards.  Becca writhed all over him like a stripper on a pole.  She was blushing and biting her lip the entire time.  She was also smiling – a smile that grew wider when she brushed her ass across Dave’s crotch and felt his fully engorged cock straining to get out.  She got bolder with that affirmation.  Fortunately, the song ended before she escalated to dry humping.

“You are wild, and crazy, and wonderful, Rebecca Sampson.”  Dave kissed her full on the lips, long and slow.  There was a definite hunger in her eyes when they broke the kiss.

With Becca on one arm, Dave approached Reena.  He offered her his other hand and she rose.  A beautiful lady on either side, Dave waved to the rest of the family and went upstairs.  A few catcalls followed them.  Liv even called out “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Reena snapped back, laughing “Short list!”  All the women laughed at that, with Liv clapping as she joined in.

Dave and his young lovers ascended the stairs, turning down the hallway to the ‘hotel room’.  He opened the door, standing back to let the ladies enter first.  He was relieved at what he saw.  Or rather, what he didn’t see.  He’d been a bit worried that Liv would do up the room like a cheesy bachelorette party, with sex themed decorations, and um ‘accoutrements’.  No such thing was in sight.

A foot and a half (half a meter) to the left as he entered was the foot of a full size bed, with its upper left corner nestled in the corner of the room.  A small rectangular table just slightly taller than the bed sat against the same wall as the head of the bed, with a second full size bed beyond that, fitting neatly into the corner of the room diagonal from the door.  The room was clean and spare, and slightly cozy.  Just like a hotel room.

Both girls turned to him, hungry and excited.  Becca pressed herself against Dave as she pulled his head down for a long, slow kiss that promised a lot more to come.  Her hands wandered over his chest, back, and butt, encouraging him to do the same. 

Dave started with his hands on her shoulders, rubbing down her arms and back up.  Then he progressed to her shoulder blades, and her back, tracing his fingertips lightly up and down her spine.  Settling his hands at her waist, he slowly brought them around to her front, his thumbs making circles as they lead the way onto her tummy.  Becca was neither athletic, nor out of shape.  Her tummy was soft and yielding.  It was also sensitive, as were her sides.  With a twinkle in his eye, Dave let a few strokes land just the way he knew would stimulate her tickle reflex.

Becca leapt backwards, letting out a shriek and a giggle.

“Must be my turn now.”  Reena purred.  Dave was already erect with the inducements he’d received thus far.  The young woman’s sultry tones made his dick ache.  She pulled herself to him, planting her soft lips on his, darting her tongue briefly into his mouth as an invitation before holding her own lips lightly parted for him.  Her full breasts pressed firmly into Dave’ lower chest as she undulated her hips against him.

Then she broke the kiss, sighing.  “Hmm, I’d love to keep going, but I did agree to the plan.”

“Plan?”

“Mmm-hmm.  I got to dance first, she gets to get naked first.”

Dave turned back to Becca, who was advancing on him again.  She rose up to kiss him hungrily, while sliding her hands under his dark brown suitcoat and shoving it off his arms.  Not hearing it fall to the ground, or feel it against his legs, Dave surmised Reena had caught it and was putting it somewhere out of the way.  Taking his cue, Dave slipped his hands around behind Becca’s back, seeking out the zipper on the back of her dress.  He found the line of it, and located the pull just as Becca finished unfastening the black buttons of his satiny purple shirt and began pulling the tails out of his pants.

He pulled her tight, slowing her actions, as he lowered her zipper unhurriedly.  The flash of color on her face told Dave she knew he was stretching this out on purpose.  Her look only got more determined as she pulled his shirt down his arms.    Dave helped her cause, lowering his arms and folding his thumbs in so the cuffs fell free.  He’d already gotten the zipper to its base anyway.  Becca stared at him, bit her lip, and shrugged the straps of her shoulders.  The dress fell smoothly and quickly to the floor.

On her chest, at the sides of her breasts, leaving her medium brown areolas and firm nipples exposed, were two foam pads, that adhered to her curves and pushed her modest breasts together, forming the bit of cleavage Dave had been admiring all night.

“Well ain’t technology won’erful?” Dave drawled.

Becca giggled.  “Wanna take them off?” she said before nibbling her lower lip.  “Slowly, please.”

Dave stepped close, picked her up, and kissed her as he placed her across the bed, on her back.  He kissed his way to her jaw as the fingers of his right hand found the top corner of the foam.  As he nibbled on the corner of her jaw, he pulled gently, persistently on the pad.  It came free with only two flinches on Becca’s face.  Each one faded as Dave moved the assault of his lips to sensitive parts of Becca’s neck.  He kept up the distraction of his lips as he removed the foam piece on the left.  That one came of easier.

Dave moved down to kiss her breasts.  His kisses and licks brought only moans, so the pad removal seemed to have no ill effects.  Dave continued down Becca’s body, kissing and suckling as he made his way to her panties.  There … wasn’t much there.  Smaller than a G-string, and the string forming the waist of the panties sat high, obviously, to stay out of view of the slit.  The tiny piece of cloth running between her legs just barely managed to cover her privates.  If Becca’d left any hair on her pubis, none of it would be under the cloth.  Her clit must have been ducking all night just to stay covered.

Dave looked up her body to see Becca bushing furiously – and grinning wildly.  With his eyes locked on hers, he brough his lips to her gusset and kissed firmly.  He felt light moisture as he made contact. Her back arched as he tongued her through the cloth.  The panties became sopping wet in short order.  Dave slipped his fingers into the string and pulled them down her legs.  Becca now lay on the bed crosswise, her hips hanging just off the edge, her toes touching the floor.  She lifted her head, and with a lift of her eyebrow and jerk of her head urged Dave to switch his notice to her friend.  He kissed the inside of her knee before moving on.

Dave took a beaming Reena in his arms.  The two lovers fell into a passionate kiss.  Dave allowed his hands to roam for a little while, then brought them to her back.  He found the ends of the string and pulled slowly on them, untying the knot securing her top.  With the tension released from the string in the back, her weighty breasts lowered slightly.  Reena looked up at Dave adoringly as he lifted her top and freed her breasts.  She raised her arms as he continued the motion upward.  A moment later, she was bare from her navel up.  She wrapped her arms behind his neck and kissed him, pressing her lush chest against his firm torso.

Dave held her steady as she kicked off her shoes, then did the same himself.  When her hands reached for his belt buckle, his sought out the zipper he expected to find at the back of her skirt.  It wasn’t there.  Reena giggled and wiggled her hips.  Picking up her cue, Dave sent one hand to each hip, finding a zipper on her right one.  The placement made sense as it aided in the taper of the skirt fitting snuggly to her lower torso.  He felt his zipper lower and his pants dropped.  Her skirt followed shortly thereafter.  Her hands went straight to his boxers, pulling them off his hips and shoving them downward.  He slipped a finger into each side string of her panties and slowly lowered them.  He paused as his arms reached their lowest extent, her panties dangling from his fingers.  Reena stood essentially nude before him, though they were too close for him to fully appreciate the sight.  Two weeks since her arrival, he had seen it all, but he hoped it never got old, with any of them.

Them.  Dear God, he had multiple women willing sleeping with him, in full knowledge of the others.  And these two.  Two teen girls, in some ways so very different, but both just starting down the path of life.  And both emphatically dedicated to him.  Dave felt the weight of his responsibility to them as thoroughly as he felt elation at their enthusiastic company.  And tonight was for celebration, and enthusiasm.

He dropped Reena’s panties and knelt in front of her.  As he leaned in, drawing a breath to fill his nose with her scent, she tapped him on the head.  When he looked up, she pointed to Becca, lying on the bed.  Right.  The plan.  He stood and led Reena to the bed, guiding her to lay down beside her friend.  Like Becca, Reena lay crosswise, her hips just past the edge of the bed, her feet brushing the floor.

Dave knelt before Becca.  He placed her legs over his shoulder, grinning at her sharp intake of breath.  He kissed her inner thighs, alternating legs and slowly advancing towards her already soaked and flowered open … pussy.  Dave took her lower lips in his, suckling on her sex, drawing her juices into his mouth and reveling in her excited squirming.  The low, drawn out groan issuing from her throat played soundtrack as he gave her his devotion.  When her pleasure plateaued, he switched his attention, driving his tongue into her passage, lapping at her fluids and massaging her walls.  His hands held her hips firmly as she bucked, her back bowing, her hands grasping the comforter.  Then he moved up, taking her nub between his lips, flicking the end with his tongue and suckling firmly.  Becca exploded in ecstasy.

Dave noticed signs of arousal from Reena throughout the oral session.  Reasonable, given the visual display and the certainty she would soon receive the same attention.  He was not prepared for the raven haired Indian teen to curl into a ball and wail her pleasure in unison with the nerdy blonde he was lashing with his tongue.  He came up grinning wildly.

“Wow, two orgasms with one tongue, that’s new.”

Reena looked at him, startled, confused, a wild look of hunger and pleasure in her eyes.  Dave knew how to deal with that.  He gently lay Becca’s legs onto the bed, leaving her curled in a loose fetal position.  Then he slipped over in front of Reena.  Settling between her legs, the small black protruding knob peeking out between her butt cheeks confirmed what he’d felt while dancing.  As he kissed the inside of her knee, she moaned.

“No, no David, no more foreplay.  Please get inside me.”

Dave looked up to see her earnest face and rapacious eyes.  He stood, still holding her legs.  He held her legs lightly parted, ankles resting on his shoulders. As her approving eyes watched, he stepped in closer, then leaned forward.  Dave lined his organ up with Reena’s excited sex and pressed forward steadily, his length and girth filling her at a measured pace.

“Hoooooo, God, David, YES! Yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me so goooooooooood!”

Dave stroked in and out of her, slowly at first, then building to the faster, demanding pace he’d come to understand she enjoyed.  As his energy built, he moved his hands to the back of her knees.  He pushed them forward, pinning them to the bed just below her armpits.  The sensation of additional pressure from the plug in her ass was odd, but her pleasure rose rapidly as he nailed her to the mattress, just like she liked it.  She sang her approval in howling cries that accompanied the riotous actions of her passage a few minutes later.

Becca crested with her.  That … Dave could not explain.  Granted, his specialty was in the physical sciences, not biological, but this little conundrum was way outside anything he understood about biology.  Then again, so was the serum.  Could they be linked?

After a few minutes of panting recovery, Reena placed a hand on Dave’s chest.  “David, I know you’ve noticed … what I’ve prepared.  It’s time now.  I did some research.  I’ve had two orgasms now, you still haven’t climaxed yet. It’s perfect timing.”

“Reena …” Dave started, hesitantly.

Tearfully, she said, “Please David, this is something I want to do.  I’m a little surprised at myself, but I want this.  I want to feel you back there.  I want to give you what I would otherwise be afraid of someone insisting on.  I want to be fully and unreservedly yours.”

“I have no experience with anal.  I’ve looked it up a few times in the past month or so. It’s something I’d like to try, eventually.  I figured at some point in the future, I’d bring it up with one of you.  But it’s a new thing for me.”

Reena’s face suddenly glowed.  “The future is now, David.  We can explore it together.” She planted a big kiss on him as she undulated her body against him.  Dave slipped one hand down to grope her firm ass, kneading the yielding flesh possessively.  Reena’s breathing picked up again.  “There’s a bottle of special lube for anal in the drawer of the nightstand.  I asked Janice to put some there after swearing her to secrecy.  She helped me learn what I needed to know for this.  Seems librarians know how to find any information you could want.”

“Especially the naughty ones,” Dave quipped.  Reena giggled in response.

Dave checked the drawer of the table, finding a small lube bottle with labeling declaring it was made thicker than normal to facilitate anal sex.  Dave slathered a bit on his cock as he moved back to Reena.  With smooth, patient pressure, Dave pulled the plug out of her ass.  He applied a bit more lube to the slowly shrinking ring of her gaping anus before setting the capped bottle aside.

Dave pressed the head of his cock against her open hole pressing forward.  He gradually increased the applied pressure until his head slipped inside.  The resulting thrust buried another inch of his cock up her backside before he met resistance.

“Huuuuunnnhhh.”  Reena voice was guttural.  Dave waited for her to adapt.  To call for him to back off or continue.

“Nice and steady Dave.”

Dave moved as she asked, adding maybe two inches up her ass every minute as he made small thrusts that were slightly more ins than outs.

“Oooooo, David.  It’s weird and good.  It’s a little scary and a little bit of hurt.  Please keep going.  Steady, just like you’re doing.”

“Should I get more lube?”

“No, no, not more lube.  Just … slow and steady.  It’s soooo different, but I want it.  Keep going.”

Dave continued working himself into her rear entrance until his pelvis compressed her ass cheeks.  He held himself there, making small motions, tiny thrusts, small circles, anything he could think of.  Reena breathed steadily, giving him short encouragements.  Becca turned over to watch.  Taking his cues from Reena’s reactions, Dave pulled back out slowly, but continuously.  When only his head remained within her, he moved forward again.  Slow and steady, Dave sawed his dick in and out of Kareena’s lovely, tight teen ass.  After a few minutes, She called for more lube.  Dave added it to both her ring and his cock while he was mostly out of her.  A few measured thrusts distributed the lube everywhere it needed to be.

“Oh my God.  Oh wow, that … that feels good.  Fuck, David, I just wanted to give you something special.  This, this feels good.   Uuunnnh.  Pick up the pace, lover.”

Dave began a moderately paced drilling of Reena’s forbidden hole.  Not enough to make her grunt, but each impact of his hips on her cheeks elicited an exhale from the girl.  Initially overwhelmed with concern for her, Dave was getting into it now.  His dick was in her ass.  It was so tight, so warm, so taboo.  Holy shit, this girl was giving him her ass!

Unbidden, he picked up his pace.  The guttural groan from his lover signaled her approval.  Dave slipped one hand from her hip, around her waist, seeking out her sensitive nub.  The moment he made contact, a shudder washed through Reena’s body, not quite an orgasm, but her accompanying moan was gratifying.  Two more small shudders later, and her whole body spasmed, her arms collapsing and her ass clamping down on Dave’s half-inserted dick so hard it arrested him mid thrust.

Dave held still, waiting for her to ride it out.  He rested both hands on her butt, just waiting.  And watching.  Not just Reena.  Becca had again curled herself tighter, shaking and moaning.  Reena’s fluids dripped from his sack, having squirted on her climax.  Becca’s wide eyes and the wet spot behind her curled hips indicated she had as well.  This was … weird. Maybe he should talk to someone about this?  Who though?  How would that call go?

“Yeah, Vaccine Expert Guy?  Look, I’m having sex with one girl and get her to climax, but her friend beside her, that neither of us is touching, also gets one.  Any clues how that happened?  What’s that?  You’re sending someone to pick me up?  Ok, just make sure they bring that lovely white jacket with all the pretty little straps and buckles.”

In his musing, Dave completely missed Reena’s recovery.  He snapped back to reality when she grabbed his hand.  He caught her eyes, alive with joy, pleasure, and excitement.

“Hey stud, let’s finish this.”

“You just came with a dick in your ass.  I think we hit peak ass-fucking, girl.”

Reena and Becca laughed.

“No, we haven’t, I’m taking a load of your cum right up my back door.  Fuck me David, fuck me hard.  I am so completely yours.”  The emotions rippling across her face freed Dave of his renewing worries for her.

Dave took hold of Reena’s hips, pulling her close as he drove himself to the hilt inside her warm, tight anus.  She groaned her approval.  He started slow.

“Harder, David.  Faster.  Fuck me like an animal.”

David picked up the pace, energized by her words and Becca’s heavy breathing.  The little blonde’s nipples were erect, the areolas bumpy with arousal.  Taking Reena at her word, Dave got an idea.  He reached his right hand up her body, grasping her braid between it’s center and the base of her skull.  Using it like a rein, he pulled her up and into him as he accelerated his thrusting, hammering her ass with savage thrusts.

“HAAAAAAAAAA, YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS,” was the last intelligible speech she let out before devolving into grunts, forced exhales, and subvocals of pleasure and arousal.

Becca watched, wide-eyed and rubbing herself.

Dave felt his peak arriving with the subtlety of a freight train doing 60.  He shoved himself deep inside, compressing her ass cheeks just as he erupted.  He howled in primal triumph.  He was too distracted by his own climax to see Becca shuddering through one as well.  Reena he could feel clamping down on his cock again as he fired rope after rope of hot cream deep in her asshole. Reena went limp after her orgasm subsided.  Dave lowered her gently to the bed before collapsing to her side.

“That was intense.”  Becca said softly from the other side of Reena.

Without the energy to lift his head, Dave looked in the direction of Becca’s voice, seeing only Reena’s back as he replied.  “Yup.”

Dryly, Becca added “You’re gonna have to wash that before touching me with it.”  Dave and Reena busted out laughing.  They all lay there, panting and recovering until Dave levered himself up, heading for the door.

“Where are you going?”  Reena asked.

“Wash my dick.  Becca hasn’t gotten any yet.”

“There’s wipes in the drawer where the lube was.”

Dave looked askance.  “Is that enough though?”

Both girls nodded.

After cleaning Reena and himself with the wipes, Dave slumped to the bed between his lovers.  The girls had moved to lie ‘properly’ on the bed.  Now all three lay awake, cuddled together, basking in each other’s proximity.

Presently, Becca rolled closer to Dave, kissing him softly with a hand on his chest.  When he only responded with his lips, she took his hand and paced it on her breast.  He grinned into the kiss as he fondled her softness.  Shortly thereafter, his other hand began stroking her side.  He also felt soft kisses on his neck from behind.

Signaling Reena to scoot over a bit, Becca rolled Dave onto his back and slipped herself on top of him. Grinning broadly, she rocked her body on top of his as she hovered above him, her small breasts dragging along his chest.  At the top of each stroke she planted a quick kiss on his lips.  The desired effect – his erection – was not long in coming.  Becca felt it bump against her backside on her downstrokes.  She raised herself up, reaching back to grasp his organ and lining him up.

Becca sighed contentedly as she impale her sopping wet and very relaxed sex on Dave’s stiff meat pole.  Then she started riding him.  Slowly, eyes fixed on his, shining.  This one wasn’t a wild fuck.  This was making love.  Slow, luxurious, wondrous.

Reena’s kisses moved down Dave’s shoulder to his bicep, then across to his pecs.  Becca reached a hand to ruffle Reena’s hair playfully.  Reena moved her kissing target slowly down Dave’s side.  Then she reached Becca’s thigh.  Dave watched with anticipation as Becca stiffened slightly when Reena kissed the top of her thigh.  The kisses crept up Becca’s leg, some on top, some on the inside, as the young blonde’s breathing grew rapid.

As Reena reached Becca’s torso, the nerdy girl leaned back, accommodating the attention she was receiving.  She let out a soft moan, telling Dave Reena had reached Becca’s navel.  She loved getting kissed and tongued on her belly button.  Then the Indian teen’s head changed angles.  Becca’s eye flew wide in recognition.  She also leaned back further as she kept rocking on Dave’s cock.

“OH David, OH David! She’s, she’s oh she’s going to … OOOOOO SHE’S ON MY CLIIIIIIITT!!!!!”  moments later,  Becca’s inner muscles ran riot on Dave’s cock.  Reena reached an arm up to keep her blonde friend from toppling backwards.  Reena pulled her head out of the way and Becca collapsed on Dave.  The dusky skinned girl curled in tight beside Dave and the three passed out.