QT: DiD 8.5 -- Logan, part2 (Patreon)

QT:DiD Intermission 2 - Logan, pt 2

 This is a contnuation of an intermission. For those desiring a refresher, follow this link:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/97791022

Cast of Characters

Logan Hoskins – 18yo HS athlete, district champion in discuss. had dreams of being a transportation engineer

Lacey Tanner – 22yo, recent graduate of UT-Dallas in arts, prefers painting, but reasonably skilled in digital and graphic art.

Anh Nguyen – 20yo, former personal shopper for ‘a rich Karen’

Misty Hoskins – Logan’s sister, second partner of Charles Everwood, after his wife Kaitlyn.

Carrie Hoskins – Logan’s mother, came home from Dallas Vaccine Center to find her husband dead, returned to Vax Center to make a new match through Oracle.

Daryl Hoskins – Logan’s father, deceased

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For those who missed my replies to comments, the stories mentioned by Anh in part 1 are, in order,

AMA: The Boyfriend by BreaktheBar

Home for Horny Monsters by writerannabelle

Mindgames by lovelyandsad

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October 2, 2020

Logan noticed the message pop up on his phone, and grinned when he checked it.  Perfect surprise for his first partner.  He still needed to figure out something special to do for Anh.  Anyway, today would go in the plus column.

Misty’s stuff was packed up, the boxes in one corner of her room.  The mattress and box spring were standing to one side, out of the way and the frame was deconstructed, with the parts in the closet.  This left most of the floor space open.  And he had a plan.

Logan trotted down to the porch, finding all the boxes he expected.  Not all were for his surprise though.

Lacey’s voice drifted over his shoulder from a short distance.  “Did the Amazon deliveries come in?”

“Yup.” Logan kept cool.  Anh and Lacey showed up behind him.  “Here, these two are the grocery stuff.  Can you two take these to the kitchen, and Lacey, put stuff away?  I’d like Anh to help me cart the rest upstairs.”

“K” both ladies said.

Logan shooed Anh out of the room once they’d gotten the boxes in place.  Then he started unboxing.  The one part needed some assembly, but not too much.  He hoped this would work out.  Misty’s room had the best view in the house.  Two nice large windows and not an overage of built-up space.

He laid out the other materials in a somewhat logical fashion on Misty’s old desk.  It surely wouldn’t be how Lacey would want them, but organized well so she could easily see what she had and go from there.  He’d just finished when he heard approaching footsteps.  Logan raced to the door, just in time to block it from opening too far.

It was Anh.

“Hey.  Lacey made tomato soup and grilled cheese.  Hungry?”  Her curious eyes made it clear she had more on her mind, but Logan just grinned, slipped into the hallway with her, and shut the door behind him.  “Okay sly guy, what’s going on?”

“You’ll see.  After lunch.”

She gave him a little side eye before leading the way to the kitchen.

The trio were seated, eating a comforting, warm lunch when Lacey broke the companionable silence.

“Okay, so what’s going on up there?  Are you doing something up in Misty’s old room?”

“He wouldn’t tell me.”  Anh pouted playfully.

“I just finished getting it ready.  I’ll show you when lunch is over.”

Lacey gave him an amused scowl. “Our man is up to something.”

Logan gave them a grin and an air kiss to each lady.  They rolled their eyes and laughed.  As Logan finished his second sandwich, he started gathering saucers and bowls and taking them to the sink.  When he started to wash them, Lacey protested.

“But Lace, you made lunch, so it’s up to us to clean, and I think it’s my turn.”

“But I wanna see now.”  She stomped her foot playfully.  Anh rolled her eyes and Logan laughed.

“Just wait a few minutes.”  Logan kissed the tip of her tongue when she stuck it out, extending the bratty approach.  That made her giggle. It didn’t take him long to wrap up the few dishes, then he took her hand and led her upstairs.

“Cover your eyes.”

“What?”

“Close your eyes and place your hands over them.”  Lacey huffed, then complied.  Logan opened the door, then carefully led her inside.  Placing her in the center of the room, he turned her to face the recently arrived gifts.

“Okay, you can open them now.”

Lacey dropped her hands and opened her eyes.  She took a step forward, a goofy smile spreading across her face.  Arrayed on the desk were three rainbows, one each of acrylic, oil, and watercolors.  Three fresh, new palettes lay beside them, one for each medium.  A collection of brushes, several sizes of which there were multiple, lay there as well.  A few mason jars and a small jug of linseed oil rounded out the desk contents.  Leaning against the desk were a collection of canvases in three sizes.  Off to the side stood an easel, placed so a painter could easily look from the canvas to the window.

Lacey turned to Logan, closing the small distance to him and planted an intense kiss on his lips as she pressed her body against him, shoulders to ankles.  She broke the kiss and pulled back with a wicked gleam in her eyes.  Sinking to her knees, she put her hands to work unbuckling Logan’s belt before dropping his cargo shorts and boxers to his ankles.  With her face barely an inch from his manhood, she breathed deeply.  Lacey nuzzled in, kissing and suckling his balls and his growing shaft.  Her oral ministrations paused only long enough to whip her shirt over her head, then her fingers went to work removing her bra.

Eyes locked on her lover, Lacey engulfed his mostly rigid member, taking him completely into her mouth.  Grinning and moaning, she brought him to full rigidity.

Logan’s breathing deepened and accelerated.  Lacey’s crystal blue eyes smiling up at him as she speared her face on his cock drove him to the edge faster than he expected.  Her enthusiasm and skill paid off as he burst forth in her mouth.

Lacey’s eyes rolled back as she shuddered, barely able to swallow her reward.  She fell back, her ass landing on her heels.  After a moment, she looked back up at him.

“That’s never gonna get old.”  Lacey chuckled.  Logan joined in.

“Thank you.  This,” she swept her hand, indicating the art supplies and the view, “is a thoughtful gift.”  She grabbed her discarded garments and stood.  Before dressing, she took a moment to kiss Logan on the cheek, rubbing her breasts against him.  Logan had already established he was not a fan of kissing after oral, especially after one that went to completion.  Lacey winked at him one more time and walked away, humming as she examined the paints and brushes in detail.  Logan slipped out quietly.

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October 5, 2020

Logan carefully, slowly turned the doorknob for Lacey’s painting studio.  He eased the door open and slipped inside while carefully returning the knob to the untwisted state.   Equally carefully, he closed the door behind him, while rotating the handle again.

He watched, raptly, as she layered a medium green tone in the foreground of the canvas.  Over the past two days, she’d clearly built the image of a mountain in the background and founded a foreground grassy area with a dark green, which she was now modifying.  No such view was available out these windows, so she was painting from memory or imagination.

The late afternoon light fell towards him from the windows, but did not reach his spot on the wall.  No glare interfered with him watching Lacey’s slow, diligent creation.

The doorbell, however, did.  Logan froze for a moment.  Getting out in time without getting caught could be problematic.  His hand moved to the doorknob.

“You better go answer that babe.”

He chuckled.  “You knew?”

“There’s a change in the sound level with the door open.  I didn’t mind for this project, and it helps for us to see each other doing our thing.  Now scoot.”

Logan slipped out quickly and made it to the door as Anh handed back the clipboard through the door gap.  She stepped back and ushered someone in.

‘Someone’ was a stunning brunette distinctly taller than Anh, but well short of Logan’s height.  Her medium brown hair was loose, some running down her back, while the rest draped down her front, reaching to the swell of her appreciable breasts.   Surely at least a B cup on her … 34 inch? torso.  She was fit, not skinny, looking like she could handle a long hike at a moment’s notice.  Her face was lovely, balanced between tanned and pale.  But the expression she bore … weary, darkened with turmoil.  And yet she smiled.  Or a reasonable facsimile of one.  Her brown eyes were lovely.  Like a chocolate ocean that looked calm and inviting, but who knew what swam beneath those waves.  She was about to speak to Anh when she noticed Logan at a short remove.  She strode to him.

“Hi, I’m Felicity Nelson.  I’m your new partner.”  Grasping his thick arms with her hands she pulled herself to him and kissed deeply.  She broke the kiss.  “You ready to do this?”

“Uh, sure.  I mean, usually we wait a bit, you know talk, get to know each other first.”

“Not chicken are ya?”

Anh stiffened at the characterization, but Logan spoke before she could light into the new woman.

“Just being considerate.  This thing is permanent.  More so than people have gotten used to in our culture.”

“I’m 32, not a little girl, I know what I’m getting into.  So, how ‘bout it?”

Shaking off his own uncertainty and Anh’s unspoken questions, Logan took Felicity’s hand and led her to the master bedroom.

“Nice.  This whole place is yours?  No offense, but how did a recent high school grad get up the scratch for his own home?”

Logan’s face darkened.  “It belonged to my parents.  Dad died and Mom was sent to partner with someone else.  She’s signing the house over to me, but the paperwork is hung up in bureaucracy and death.”  Logan paused for a cooling breath.  “You’re pretty enough, that’s for sure, but what’s with the brusque attitude?”

“I’m just ready to begin the process.  I know what’s going on, and I picked you.”  She unbuttoned her blue plaid button down, pulling the tails out of her tight-fitting jeans as she went.  Beneath the shirt, a black lace balconette bra held her supple and inviting mounds.  She stripped off her jeans next, tossing them aside as she walked to him.

Felicity pressed her body against Logan and subtly rubbed herself on him.  “I’m not too old for you, am I?”  she said, with a pouty face, lips pursed.

Logan shook his head and quickly dropped his cargo shorts and boxers, then whipped off his shirt.  Felicity grinned and slipped her hand down to his shaft. She gave it a light squeeze before slowly stroking it while kissing him.  Felicity slipped her tongue in his mouth.  Logan groaned as he felt his erection rise, knowing he must have leaked something onto her hand by now.

In confirmation, Felicity broke the kiss and leaned back from their contact.  She brought her hand up and licked Logan’s precum off of it.   Immediately, her eyes rolled back, her body started shaking and she let out a long guttural groan.  Logan caught her, holding her up as the priming orgasm rebounded through her body.

She steadied herself against him for a bit after the shaking subsided.  When her head came up, she was grinning wildly.  “Well, I’m yours forever now.”  She tossed her bra aside and sauntered to the bed, kicking off her panties as she went.  She crawled up on the bed like a cat, swaying her ass and looking back over her shoulder at him as she said, “Come on, Tiger, come and get it.”

Logan joined her on the bed, taking her hips in his hands.  He planted light kisses and nibbles on her ass cheeks, working his way towards her essence.  Burying his face between her thighs, he drug his tongue from her clit to her opening in one long, firm stroke, ending with his tongue delving into her sopping wet passage.

“OH FUCK YES.  God that’s good, but I need you to plow me and mark me Logan.”

Logan pulled back, suckling on her labia as he withdrew his tongue.  Then he lined up his engorged cock and slid into Felicity’s waiting depths.  She was so wet that just the slightest pressure took him balls deep in one motion.  Felicity matched his thrusts and gripped him with her inner muscles, adding a massaging motion to the feel of her sheath encompassing his organ.  Even with all the practice that he’d had lately, it didn’t take long for him to reach his peak and cascade over it.

Felicity spasmed, a rushing sound came from her like all the air was squeezed out of her lungs.  She collapsed to the bed, muttering ‘imprinting’ just as Lacey and Anh had.

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October 7, 2020

Felicity sat on the couch watching a recorded tennis match when Lacey and Anh came down.  The smells of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast wafting in from the kitchen told them where Logan was.

“Oooo, girl are you tryin’ to start a fight with that?”  Lacey pointed to Felicity’s long tshirt as she spoke.  Maroon, with the ATM logo.

“What?”

“Logan was all set up for a full ride to UT before all this hit.  He’s not a fan of A&M.”

Felicity shrugged.  “He saw me wearin’ it when he came down.”

Anh and Lacey shared a look and shrugged.  Each took a seat.  Anh on the other end of the couch from Felicity, Lacey in a nearby chair.

“So, Felicity, what do you do?”  Anh asked amiably.

A long, slow inhale, followed by a louder, emphatic exhale.  “I’m a bartender.  Not a lot of work in that at the moment.  Since I have seniority, I still have a job though. I like tennis and cycling.  More watching than doing.  It sucks they canceled the Tour de France this year.  I mean, I know why, obviously.  They had to, but I wait for that the way some folks wait for the Super Bowl.  Some years I’ve volunteered to take the Super Bowl shift so somebody else can go to a party.  Makes great tips, but I still have to put up with the football idiocy.  Which is why some years I don’t volunteer.”

“You know Logan is a rabid football fan, right?”

“It’s Texas, he’s male, probability heavily suggests it.  Football outranks Baptist as the dominant religion in the state.”

Anh and Lacey giggled at the comment.  She was not wrong.

“Hell, I’m not as big a fan as him, but I follow a few favorite teams.”  Lacey replied.

“Not surprising.  Again, Texas.”  Felicity looked Lacey up and down.  “I’m not trying to be rude, but were you on the trophy wife track?  Find a successful sports guy and pop out babies?”

Anh gasped quietly and went still as a mouse that just realized there was a cat in the room, between it and its hidey hole.

Lacey’s eyes narrowed.  “I’m an artist.  I’ve made some concessions to financial reality that I can do commercial work, but painting is my primary focus.  That said, while I may work for money, I don’t ‘work it’ for money.  I chose Logan because we were a high percent match and his bio suggested he’s a reliable and fun guy.  He’s shown himself to be exactly that.  He’s also very easy going, so I’m wondering how a hard-bitten bitch got paired to him.”

“Life’s a bitch.”  Felicity shot back.  “Most people, aren’t much different.  Maybe you’re here to fall in love and make puppy dog eyes.  I’m just here to stay alive and help him stay alive too.  I’m not here to pick fights –”  Lacey snorted in response, “—but I’m not dumb enough to think this will turn into love or some other bullshit.  They’ll probably want us to make babies too.  I’ve got no problem with that either.  Maybe not a conveyor belt, but at least a few.  Hell, with the liberals in charge, we’ll probably get government money for babies.  Until they print so much money you need a wheelbarrow to buy bread anyway.”

Lacey stepped in when Felicity paused for a breath.  “How the hell did you get matched to Logan?  He’s no Pollyanna, but damn, he ain’t a walking raincloud like you either.”

Felicity gave her the standard customer service grin.  “I picked Logan because he was the lowest percent match on my list.  I don’t trust computer match ups, I don’t believe in love.”  She calmed herself when she noticed Anh’s appalled face.  “I don’t plan on sleeping in the same bed with all of you.  I’ll get my jollies and give him some.  I’ll have babies, and play nice in the house,” she rolled her eyes at Lacey’s glare, “okay, from now on, but don’t expect me to get cutesy.”

Anh, still looking uncomfortable, spoke up.  “Are you, um, are you a lesbian?  I mean, I know this stuff doesn’t work for same sex couples, so is that it?  You don’t like guys and are just putting up with Logan to stay safe?”

“Nope.  Played around with girls once.  I could do it again if someone wants to get frisky.”  Anh blushed at the assertion.  “I’m just not interested in any emotional entanglements.  I’ll fuck as much as needed, or when I get itchy, but keep the fake googly eye stuff out of it.”

“That was information I needed to know yesterday.”  Logan’s low baritone rumbled.  He’d slipped in late in the conversation.  The ladies hadn’t been loud, but the heat of the discussion carried clearly.  Anh jumped slightly in her spot on the couch, startled by the sudden notice of his arrival in the midst of the tense situation.  “Interesting that you only reveal this after we’re all stuck with each other.”

Felicity didn’t flinch.  “Like I said, I’ll play nice.  I’ll sleep in a different room and be cordial when I’m not in there.  Just don’t expect me to fall in love.”

Logan gazed at her, stony, barely blinking.  “Well, we’re stuck now.  There’s no way to undo what’s been done without killing one of us.”  He paused again, his lips pressed tightly.  “Your decisions have an effect on the rest of us.  In the future, we all need to be aware of your intent before you take action.”

Felicity nodded.

“Look, I’m pretty old school in general, but not that old school.  Ya’ll are going to have good ideas just as often as me.  I want to hear what you have to say.  Hell, you’re all older than me too.”  He paused to swallow.  “So yeah, give me your input when we need to make a decision.  Just don’t go making a decision all on your own.”

“Well look at you, crackin’ the whip.  Getting your collection of women in line and laying down the law.”

Logan started to protest, but then he noticed the humorous gleam in Felicity’s eyes.  He decided to play it right back.  “Is that what you like?”  He stepped up to the couch back, lowering his mouth to her ear while lowering his voice.  “Should I tie you to a wall and lash your ass?  Maybe your belly too?  Oh, would you like that lash to hit your sensitive boobs?”  Felicity’s breathing picked up as he spoke.  She wasn’t the only one.

“Damn, kid, I’m not into that, but right now, I might give it a try.  That was hot.”

Anh just blushed.  Then Lacey spoke.

“I couldn’t hear your words, just your tone, and … let’s go upstairs.”  She grabbed Logan’s hand and raced to the bedroom.  Felicity’s laughter followed them.

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October 12, 2020

In a measure of familial bonding, all four members of the Hoskins household sat about the living room watching a recording of the 2019 Tour de France.  The plan was to watch several day’s coverage today, then some recorded football games chosen by Logan and Lacey tomorrow or Wednesday, then finish the Tour de France coverage by Friday.

“So, if they’re all riding their own bike, how is it a team sport?”  Logan asked.

Felicity focused off in the distance for a moment, then looked at him.  “You know how race cars draft on the leader?”  Logan and Anh nodded.  “Okay, so the lead car – or cyclist – ‘breaks’ the air so to speak, reducing the drag and air resistance on the person behind them.  For a car, that means less fuel expended to make a lap.  For a cyclist, that means less exertion.  So, the team members take turns letting the team leader draft off them for the first portion of a daily leg, so they have the energy to sprint out ahead of the peloton later and fight for the lead.” She’d already explained ‘peloton’ was the main body of riders in the race.

As the show went to commercial, Logan spoke up again.

“You worked a few shifts this past weekend, right?”  Felicity nodded in response.  “Don’t get me wrong here, it’s great to have some income flowing into the house.  Anh and I are dipping into our savings – and mine ain’t much – while Lacey picks up whatever contract work she can find online.  But how the heck can a bar still be open?”

“The state said if alcohol sales are fifty percent or more of your business income, you’re a bar, and you must close.  If alcohol is forty-nine percent or less, then you’re a restaurant, and you can still sell takeout or delivery.  So the bar owner found a supplier, and we have individually bagged chips, pretzels and nuts, sealed cups of salsa, gauc and dips, and a selection of sandwiches we can send out hot or cold.  There are now two microwaves on the bar we can nuke the sandwiches in if the customer orders hot.”  They all smirked at the ‘fast and loose’ ploy.  “Oh, we’ve also gotten in stuff like potato skins and individual shepherd’s pies frozen.  Right now we’re just nuking them, which leaves it a bit soggy.  She’s talking about getting an air fryer and some crockpots.  One crockpot for hotdogs, and two more for wings.  To crispy ‘em up, we’re gonna shove ‘em in the air fryer for five minutes before sending them out.”

Lacey groaned, loudly.  “Now I want wings.  When’s your next shift?”

A doorbell interrupted the laughter.  Logan got up, followed by catcalls.  It wasn’t hard to guess who was at the door, given the last two rings were for Felicity and Anh’s arrivals.  Before that, it had been, well except for the soldiers ‘dealing’ with Mom and Dad, Lacey’s arrival.

The usual soldier was there.  Beside him stood a rather short woman, maybe 5’ 4” at the most.  Her olive-green eyes seemed lost.  Her wide, thin, pink lips were set in a permanent pout.  Framing her heart shaped face was a lush cascade of deep russet hair, magnificently curled. One curled band of hair dangled across her forehead and one eye. The length and thickness of her coif acted as a veil covering her shoulders and upper torso.  If she were nude, the thick tresses would hide her medium, probably B-cup breasts.  Still a nice size on her small frame.  As a total package, she was captivating.  It didn’t hurt that she was staring raptly at him.

The soldier broke his focus, shoving the clipboard at him.  The form on top wasn’t the one he’d signed when Lacey arrived.  Logan said so.

“Right, your new partner comes from Argentina.  There’s a form for a foreign national joining your house, international transport receipt, a non-disclosure agreement regarding the foreign origin of your new partner, and a recognition of your responsibilities to help her integrate into American society and the local area in particular.”

“Uh …” Logan started.

“Yes, I speak English,” she said.  “My name is Erika Eberhardt.  There are still … gaps in my knowledge, but I can communicate well enough for most needs.”  Her accent was similar, but decidedly different from what Logan had become used to from the few Mexico-born classmates he’d had.  He was no linguist, but to him, it was as if the words were water and her tongue was rolling them about before releasing the sounds to her audience.

The soldier looked at Logan impatiently.  Taking the pen, Logan signed the bottom of each new form after scanning it for any glaring trouble, before getting the last one, the DA 6969R he’d signed for Lacey.  And Mom.  He felt a weight settle on his shoulders again.  Reclaiming the clipboard, the soldier gave a sharp nod and walked away.

“Hi, I’m Logan.  Come on in, the others are in the living room.”

Erika turned to pick up the large duffel behind her, which alerted Logan to its presence.  Made sense if she was being moved halfway around the world, she’d be allowed more than the one roller bag they allowed for the women moving around the metroplex.  As she moved, the backpack she had slung over one shoulder dropped.

“Here, let me get that.”  Logan took hold of the duffel, noting the US ARMY stamped on it.  Probably got handed out before she had to leave home.  Here, pack up your life.  You’re moving to a whole new hemisphere, don’t forget your winter stuff.  We’ll give you a few minutes.  Logan led her into the house.  As light as the duffel was, it had to be mostly clothing.  There were a few spots that felt heavier or firmer than clothes, though.

Unsure of the delicacy of the contents, Logan gently lay the duffel on its side, out of the foot path while the rest of his house greeted the newcomer.

“So,” Lacey said, “welcome to Logan’s Lusty Ladies.” Anh tittered while Felicity shook her head, grinning.

Logan groaned and looked to the ceiling.  “God help me, they’re forming their own club.”  All the ladies chuckled, Erika included.  Her laughter was distinctive, like the ringing of a crystal bell.

“So, Erika, this is Anh, Lacey and Felicity,” he pointed to each in the order in which they sat.  The ladies each gave a small hand wave when Logan spoke their name.  “Ladies, this is Erika Eberhardt.  She’s joining us from Argentina.”  Logan gestured to a spot in the center of the couch.  Erika took a seat, then Logan took the remaining end spot.  Anh sat to the other side of Erika.

“So, Argentina.  How did you wind up here?”  Felicity spoke in a tone that sounded genuinely curious, despite the wording coming off vaguely confrontational.

“My country has been devastated by …”

“We all know about DuoHalo, we can say that amongst ourselves.”  Lacey interjected.

“Oh, thank you.  Yes, this … DuoHalo ravaged my country.  Very few men left.  So, the ones that are still in control, they make a bargain.  They send women here, and America sends men to Argentina.  It must be five women here for one man, and they mostly want … professional women – doctors, you know?  My cousin Margeurite is … is lawyer.  Only three of her friends want to come also, so she asked me to be five.  So now I am here.  It is better than there, but strange.  And I did get to choose who I went to.”

The room was quiet.  Eyes furtively flicked around the room, seeking confirmation of what the others thought of this news, yet embarrassed and not wanting to look directly at each other.

“My English is better than many of my friends, but I know it is not good.  I will work on it.”

Anh spoke immediately.  “We’re family now, Erika, we’ll be patient with you, and one of us will go with you when you’re out, just in case.”  The others nodded agreement.

“I’ve understood everything you’ve said, Erika, so don’t put yourself down.”  Logan added.

Erika gave a tight, thankful grin in reply.

The next silence only lasted a moment before Lacey stepped in, giving some of her background and relating a tale from her first few days with Logan.  Anh and Felicity covered down on Lacey’s lead, going in arrival order.

When they finished, Erika recognized it was her turn.  “I am 21, and I am from Villa Allende, Argentina.  That is a town next to Cordoba.  I worked as a waitress there and apprenticed as a cook.”

“Oh, does that mean you can make, um, Argentine pesto?”  Felicity asked.

Lacey chuckled, while Erika just looked puzzled.

“She means, um, oh crap” Lacey paused, “Now you called it pesto and I lost the right word.”  She looked back at Erika.  “The sauce made with herbs and oil.”

“You mean chimichurri?”  Erika asked.

“Yep, that’s it that’s the one.”

“Yes, I can, it is the first thing I learned actually.  You like it?  You want me to make it?”  Erika started to rise.

Logan stepped in.  “No, at least not right now.”  Erika eased herself back down from her half-standing pose.  “We all take turns cooking here, so you’ll get plenty of opportunity to show us what you can do.  In a day or so, take a look at what we have in the kitchen and let Anh know if you need any particular ingredients.  She’s taken over the house maintenance shopping, and about half of the cooking.”

Anh smiled at the acknowledgement.

Erika looked about the room, nodding, then realized the attention was still on her.  “With my friends, I play football – um, soccer, you call it – and tennis.  I am much better at tennis.”  She laughed.  “I just play for fun and be with my friends.  I had a bike that I would ride around town, just to see things.”

Felicity leaned in to join the conversation.  “Erika, forgive me for asking, but how can you be the whitest girl here and be from Argentina?  The last time I saw someone that white, I was in a museum, looking at marble statues.”

Erika laughed after a two count, her hand over her mouth as she blushed.    “My family is German.  They came to Argentina in 1921.  There were many Germans that came between the wars or earlier in the eighteen … nineties or nineteen … zeros?  Sorry, I don’t know the proper word for the first part of a … century.”

Felicity laughed, “I don’t either, but what you said made perfect sense.”  She paused.  “So, wow I thought the Germans in Argentina were former Nazis.”

Erika bristled and sat up straight.  Her eyes darkened.  “The first Germans in Argentina came seeking opportunities, the later wave, after the first … world war, were escaping the … bad times that came after.  Then the Nazis came after their war.  My family has had nothing to do with those people.”

“Oh, Felicity likes tennis, and bike races.”  Lacey mentioned, trying to deflect the conversation to a more pleasant topic.  She looked at Felicity.  “Do you play?  Sorry, I just realized I’ve never asked.”

Felicity shook her head.  “Not really.  I know the basic rules and can hit the ball, but I don’t play.”  The others looked at her.  “Okay, I mean, I could, I’m just no good at it.  I’ve played with friends when they’re interested.”

“See, same level then.”  Logan observed.  “And hey, you two could show the rest of us how, and we could do a doubles match.”

“But there’s five of us.”  Anh said with a question on her face.

“Right, yeah.  So the four of you play doubles and I’ll just play halfcourt against the wall.”

“You better not bang your ball against the wall, not with four of us to satisfy.”  Lacey interjected.

Felicity laughed immediately.  Anh’s jaw hit the floor.  Logan just sat there stunned and blushing.  Erika caught the implication a moment later and joined in Felicity’s laughter. While she laughed, she squeezed and rubbed her legs together.

Lacey decided to double down.  “Speaking of banging things, I think you have some work to do, mister.”  She motioned towards Erika with her head.  Now it was Erika’s turn to blush.

“Are you … I mean …”  Logan couldn’t quite find his tongue.

Erika nodded, relieving him the need to say it.

He stood and held out a hand to her.  Erika took his hand and stood as well.  Logan led her up the stairs.

Logan turned from closing the door to find Erika pulling her shirt over her head, revealing a comfortable cloth bra encasing her medium/small breasts.  He grinned, closing the distance between them.  As she looked up into his eyes, with a hint of uncertainty, Logan took her in his arms and bent to place a sweet, nearly chaste kiss on her lips.

Erika shuddered and pulled herself closer to him, pressing her chest against his.  Logan smoothed his hands across the bare skin of her back, then stepped back to remove his own shirt.  She smiled and leaned in, kissing his chest while keeping her eyes on Logan’s own.

Logan felt a slight thrill as Erika reached to his waist band, untying his sweatpants before dropping them.  He responded by unbuttoning Erika’s jeans and pulling them down her thighs until they were free to drop.  Doing so required him to move his face down her body.  He took the opportunity to kiss her body on the way down, and on the way back up.  He noted the scent of her arousal while he was down there.  It was rich enough to rev his own desire.

Erika locked her lips onto his as his mouth reached the same level as hers.  Logan placed his hands over her bra, lightly cupping her softness.  Erika hummed her appreciation and writhed her body against him.  She dropped her hands to his boxers and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor.

Coppery curls bounced as Erika lowered herself to her knees, keeping eye contact with Logan all the way down.  She stayed locked as she took him in her mouth.  Sucking gently, she reached behind her to unlatch her bra before tossing it away. When he was fully erect and hard, Erika stood, removed her cotton bikini-style panties, and crawled onto the bed, wiggling her ass at Logan.

He quickly joined her, lower his face to lick and nibbled the exposed lips of her sex peeking between her thighs.  The copious red curls there deterred him from his usual gusto, but enough of her inner labia were exposed for him to tease without flossing himself with her pubes.

“What … what are you … doing?”

“Have you never had a man go down on you?”

“Go down?”

“Lick you down here.”

“No.  No that would get scolding from priests and laughter from other man.  It’s a sin and not macho.”

“Well, to me, making a woman happy is macho.  Although, it would be easier with less hair.”  He kissed her bare ass cheeks, adding in a few nibbles.

“Oooh.  Oh that feels good, but … I … could … could you just take me this time?  In the … back?”

“You want to do anal our first time?”

“A-nil?”

Logan pressed the pad of his left forefinger against her anal pucker.  “Do you want me to enter you here?”

“Yes, in there.”  She pushed back against his finger, driving his finger in past the first knuckle.  Her breath caught as her sphincter opened.

“I’ve never done it that way before.  Doesn’t it take a lot of preparation?”  He massaged her insides with the finger already in her, even as he slipped his right hand around her thigh to cup her dripping wet vulva.  He firmly but gently rubbed the heel of his hand on her swelling clitoris.

“I have.  It is cheaper than … pills and … con-doms.”

Logan turned when he realized the door was open.  Lacey’s head stuck through the crack.  She mouthed the words ‘lube’ and ‘nightstand’.  With a look of gratitude, he nodded.  Lacey slipped back out and closed the door.  Logan disengaged from Erika and went to the nightstand, and sure enough, there was a bottle of lube in there.  Odd, since the girls seemed to always be wet at the mere mention of sex.  And they hadn’t tried anal yet.  This was marked as specifically for use in anal sex.  And it was open.  About half-used.  Oh, hell.  This was left over from Mom & Dad.

Logan sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating the events that started him on this path.  He snapped back to the present when a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders and Erika began pleading in his ear.

“Please, I promise I will be good.  I am sorry.  If—”

Horrified, Logan understood the impact of his actions and expression on someone outside his head.  “No, Erika, I’m sorry.  You have done nothing wrong at all.”  He pulled her into a seated position beside him.  “It’s just … this bottle … was left behind by my mother when she had to leave.  This was my parent’s room, but Dad died before she could come back with the vaccine.”

Erika held him tightly as a few silent tears slid down his face.

“I’m sorry.  Not very manly of me, huh?  Shit, here I have a gorgeous woman asking me to fuck her in the ass, and I’m bawling about missing my parents.”

“I would be more … scared … if you had no feelings for you parents.”

Logan leaned over and kissed her forehead.  “Thanks.”

Erika wiped away the last of a tear, then tapped her finger on the bottle.  “This is … oil, yes?  to make it smoother?”

“Yeah, lube.  Specially made for anal sex.”

“Then use it.  Show your papa you are macho man, to take woman’s anal.”

Logan chuckled.  Little gaps, but she’s still clearer than some of my classmates.  “Okay, then.”

Erika centered herself on the bed, head down, face turned to the side, shoulders on the mattress, ass in the air, knees shoulder width apart.

Logan posted up behind her.  He again slipped his right hand around to stimulate her while his left drizzled a bit of lube in her butt crack and massaged it into her anal sphincter.  He could feel her relax, allowing his finger to slip in.  He added a bit more lube and carefully applied it to the edges of the ring.  After adding one more dollop of lube to her passage, Logan dripped some on his re-swollen cock and spread it thoroughly.

He kissed her cheeks again as he adjusted his position behind her.  With one last small nip of her firm rump, he straightened and brought his tip against her rear opening.  He pushed hesitantly against it, with increasing pressure.

“In. Please put it in.”

He pressed harder and nearly fell over when he suddenly passed into her, about two inches all at once.

Logan and Erika both groaned.  When he paused too long, she pushed back, getting another inch inside her.

“Oh God, this is fucking amazing.  Erika, you are so tight.  And hot.  Are you okay?” He said between heavy breaths.

“Yes.  Yes.  This is good.  Please, keep going.  Get all of you in me.  Then keep going.”

Logan took a deep breath, then pushed insistently, but carefully in, the remaining inches entering her until her anal ring grasped the base of his cock.  With both hands on her hips, he rocked them both back and forth.  For the first several oscillations, he kept them together, not sliding inside her.  Then he started small strokes, less than an inch out, and back in.  Gradually, he increased the length of his stroke while maintaining a slow, deliberate pace.  Along the way, he added two more drops of lube on his organ while it was partially outside of her.

Erika groaned as he pushed in, but in a way that suggested she wanted to continue.

“More.  Can go faster.  Be hard.”

Logan adjusted his stance and took a firm grip of Erika’s waist.  He started thrusting with greater fervor.  The groan she emitted was undeniably pornographic.  Sure that he was not hurting her, Logan got into a rhythm and pounded her backside in earnest.

As he grew comfortable with the act, reassured he wasn’t harming her, his arousal began to rise.  Suddenly, as he was at the end of a thrust, Erika’s ass clamped tightly on his cock, arresting his motion as her body seized and shook. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open.  His experiences with Anh and Lacey helped him identify this as the priming orgasm.  He held still while she rode it out.

A string of whispered Spanish utterances came out of her as she was cooling down, but only the wicked grin on her face made sense to Logan.  Finally, she looked back to him, over her shoulder.  All she said was “More.”

Logan took hold of her hips and started thrusting again, starting slowly, but quickly building to the pace she wanted.  Getting fully into the act, He leaned forward, snaking a hand under her belly and up to grasp her breast.  Since she seemed to like rough play, instead of a gentle caress, he kneaded her tit aggressively, dragging his palm across her nipple.  Her body bucked as she gasped.

“Tires del pelo!” she cried.  When he slowed, she composed herself.  “Hair.  Pull it.  Pull my hair.”

Logan slipped his right hand up her back, to the base of her hair.  He took a hand full, right at the root, and pulled back.  As she moaned, he lifted his left hand and swatted her butt cheek.  The shrill reply was beyond Logan’s literal understanding, but quite obviously in the affirmative.  In between yips and moans, he heard her uttering something, but only partially.  He picked up what he thought were three words, only one of which he thought he knew.

Erika’s grunts and moans reached a crescendo barely a moment before Logan erupted inside her.  She seized and shook, her body writhing about two fixed points, Logan’s cock in her ass and his hand grasping her hair.  Then she went limp.  “Imprinting … imprinting … imprinting …”

Logan gingerly lowered her to the bed, then released her hair and carefully pulled himself out of her rear.  He slipped into the attached bathroom for two washcloths.  One he dampened.  He gently wiped her clean and dried up the water left behind after the cleaning.  After placing the washcloths in the hamper, he returned to her again, laying her on her side to sleep and draping a medium weight blanket over her.  He wiped himself in the bathroom, then dressed.

Stepping out of the bedroom, he found Lacey leaning against the wall by the door.  Her face was unsettled.

“What’s wrong?”

She took his hand, gave him a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes, and led him to the living room.  Logan was worried, but not panicked.  Her eyes held sympathy, not anger.

Anh and Felicity looked up from their phones when the pair returned.  Felicity looked like she was about to make a smart remark when she caught Lacey’s eyes and held back.

With both of them settled on the couch, Lacey fixed her gaze on Logan.

“How much of the Spanish part of that did you get?”

“Not much.  I mean, she translated the ‘pull my hair’ part herself, but after that, she stopped explaining the Spanish terms she used. There was one phrase she muttered, real low, but I didn’t quite get it.  I think one of the words was ‘soy’ but is that a Spanish word?”

“Yes, it means, ‘I am’.”

“Oh, so she was saying …um.  I’m not sure I can repeat that.  Maybe she was psyching herself up.”  He furrowed his brow.

“What was the rest of it?”

“Oh, um, ‘una puta’.  So I guess she was saying ‘I am a pussy’?” His face darkened.  “Everything else she said in the bedroom seemed like she was in favor of this, but that sounds like she … was trying to convince herself … to … put up with it.”  His head dropped.

“’Soy una puta’ also translates as ‘I am a whore.’  Logan, with what she said about her country and her cousin, and what she said during … she’s going to need all of us to get through this.”

“Oh, fuck.  What the hell did I do?”

“Logan, you didn’t –” Felicity’s attempt to assuage his misplaced guilt wasn’t being heard.

“Don’t you get it?  I’m an athlete.  Sure, it’s not an everyday occurrence, but I’ve heard about shit that the football or basketball stars pull at parties.  Different teams, but we still use the same gym and locker room.  Some of us would shun the guys that did it, but we couldn’t do more than that.  We weren’t there when it happened, so we couldn’t prove anything.  And others closed ranks around ‘em so nothing fucking happened.”

Logan was up and pacing now.  “Hell of it was, at least half the time, if the jackass had gone slower, or, oh, I dunno, asked then she might have been okay with it anyway – which was brought up one time to fucking excuse it!”

“Logan, baby, you didn’t rape her.”  Anh and Felicity sucked in a breath now that the word had come out.

“REALLY?! ‘Cuz I’m pretty damn sure that girl just got ass-raped and mine was the only dick in the room!”  He was shaking.  He needed to punch something.  A mirror would do.  Sure, then he could use the shards to cut his fucking face off.

All three ladies leapt to their feet and wrapped him in their arms.  They led him back to the couch, setting him down and surrounding him.  It was comforting, cloying and he shouldn’t be allowed this near feminine flesh.  Not after what he’d done.

It took an hour to calm him.  To reassure him he wasn’t the monster here.  To convince him they wanted him in their lives.  It rang a little hollow, though, given what the serum does to women.  They did eventually reach a stable state.

“When she wakes, she should not be alone.”  Felicity said.  “And given the way she was looking at you, Logan, you need to be there, next to her.  She needs to wake up feeling your body next to hers.”

“But –”

“No buts.  She’s been through a lot, and she sees you as the floating bit of wreckage she can cling to to survive the storm.”

Logan resigned himself as he looked each of them in the eye and saw the resolve and agreement there.  He nodded.

“It would probably be best if the rest of us were nearby and joined quickly.  Maybe one of us should be in the room as well, on Logan’s other side when she wakes.”  Anh added.  The other two nodded, and the plan was finalized.

“All of us would be better,” Felicity added softly.

With the late hour, the four rose as one to go to bed.  Felicity slept in the master bedroom that night.

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