The Bunker Ch 3 -- Moving On (Patreon)

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The pain on Bel’s face stabbed me in the heart. I took her in my arms and she began wailing. I just held her. That’s when I took notice of the other young lady on the porch. I had seen her, but Bel’s distress had focused all my attention on her.

Leslie Roark, one of my daughter’s friends from band. Leslie had stayed over a few times when I’d had Bel for the weekend. She was a good friend to my little girl. Also, a bit of a mentor. Leslie was a senior, making her college plans. Well, she had been making college plans. I had given her some advice off and on for the past year in that regard. Both of her parents had been to college, but they had gotten Ag degrees and Leslie was intent on network and cybersecurity, so she came to me for a STEM perspective.

Her parents thriving chicken farm gave them the wherewithal to support her endeavors more than most parents could. Her dedication and their money meant she already had entry-level certifications in her field. Some folks had suggested she get an IT job right out of high school. She said no. She was aiming for a high position, and wanted to get a Master’s degree before taking a full time job.

The scraggly look of Leslie’s wet, strawberry blonde hair sticking to her face, neck, and shoulders jolted me back to immediate needs. “Come inside you two.” I held Bel by her shoulders and led her to the couch. I sat on one end, Bel beside me. Leslie took the other end. Jess took one look at Bel’s and Leslie’s faces and immediately knew what ever was about to be discussed would be too much for the kids. She shooed them upstairs, probably to open a box of toys for them to amuse themselves with.

I put one bent finger under Belinda’s chin to lift her face to look at me. When I asked her what happened, she just let out another cry and dove her head into my chest. I stroked her hair for a bit, then raised my gaze to Leslie.

“Les, can you fill me in here?”

Leslie looked around the room, uncertain. Sarah, Jennifer, and Constance had all settled into chairs, waiting to be helpful, ready to lend moral support.

“It’s ok, Leslie. They can hear whatever you are going to say.”

“Beth killed herself. Bel found the body.”

My eyes closed. Aside from a few months of bitterness, I held no ill will towards my ex. My baby girl surely deserved better than to walk into her own home to find her mother dead by her own hand. What a fucked up world. And just when I was beginning to like it. “She can stay here. I’ll settle her into the downstairs bedroom. Are you going to be okay to drive back in this?” The weather had picked up beyond simple rain. It was falling in sheets now, lit by frequent lightning strikes and constant peals of thunder.

“Actually, I’d like to stay, please. To help Bel. There’s something else I’d like to ask of you, but after we get Bel taken care of.” Leslie looked nervously towards the other ladies, and back to me. I was about to ask her for clarification, but Bel started yawning between snuffles. She was leaning heavily against me. She was not going to make the walk to the room. Feeling flashbacks from a decade back, I slipped one arm under her knees and adjusted the arm at her back, lifting her as I stood. It was more work than it had been, but my baby Bel was a slender girl. I carried her to the room with Leslie trailing behind. She pulled the comforter and sheets back and I gently laid my daughter in the bed. She was snoring by now.

“I’ll get her dressed a bit more comfortably, and then come out to talk, ok?”

Jessica was seated on one end of the couch when I returned to the living room. Well, seated, until all the ladies rose to hug me when I entered. Jessica introduced herself to the other three once we were seated again. They shared things about themselves as well. I just sat there, staring silently into nothing. My mind was spinning out of control. My ex-wife’s suicide. My daughter’s trauma at the event, compounded by discovering the body herself. A bit of guilt, knowing I should be involved in the discussion I barely registered as background noise. Curiosity – what else did Leslie have to discuss?

“I have a few bags with things I grabbed quickly before getting her out of there. Could someone help me get them?” All four of them leapt to their feet. They looked at each other and laughed, Les included. “Well, you all are well-suited to Mr. Ansen.” Les said through her chuckling.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Oh, you are the first person to volunteer to help and you always go the extra mile for people.”

“Damn, Kev, this girl knows you,” said Sarah. “Come on, I’ll go with.”

Sarah and Leslie disappeared into the rain, coming back a few minutes later with two gym bags and two instrument cases. “One is her clothes, the other is my clothes that I had at her place, plus toiletries and prescriptions.”

“Along with her clarinet and your violin?”

Leslie nodded affirmative to my inquiry. “I left the bass out there. It’s raining too hard and I don’t have the case with me.”

“Wait, you play bass and violin?” Sarah asked.

“Not symphonic bass, electric bass. For jazz band.”

Connie, smiling, piped up “So you’re a bad ass rock chick huh?”

Leslie rolled her eyes. “That might be overstating it a bit. But I do enjoy both styles.”

“HHHmmm. Both styles huh?” Connie snickered at Sarah’s implication. Leslie looked blank for a moment, then blushed. “Um, I don’t know?”

“Sarah, maybe let’s hold off on the recruiting drive? I think she’s been through enough tonight. Thank you so much for all your help Les. You’ve got to be a bit wiped yourself after all this. We can setup a place for you to sleep in my office if you like. Or we can fix up the couch.”

“Oh, I thought I’d just share Bel’s bed. Wouldn’t be the first time.” A chorus of ‘OOOOOooohh’s’ rang out. “Not like that, we’ve never done anything like that!” Leslie blushed fiercely and looked like she might have a heart attack.

“We all know what you meant Les, they’re just being rotten.”

“Another way in which they match well with you.”

“Hey! I resemble that remark.”

Leslie started laughing, normally at first, then much too hard for that lame joke. Then she started crying. I stepped in and caught her. I led her to the couch, half carrying her. Sarah took a seat on the other side of Leslie and soothed her by stroking her hair. Slowly, the sobbing stopped and she shook herself back in control.

“I’m sorry, this is not how I wanted this to go.”

“It’s fine Leslie. You’ve been through a lot today. Why don’t you go get some rest?”

“There’s something else I really want to do first.” Leslie slid off the couch and knelt in front of me. She placed her hands together, like a high diver would, slipping them between my knees before pressing outward to separate them. And that’s when my mind registered what was happening.

My daughter’s friend. Beautiful little girl. Strawberry blonde hair reaching a few inches past her shoulders. Lovely light green eyes that danced when she laughed. Incredibly slender frame that managed to avoid looking skeletal. She seemed to have little muscle and no fat, but I’d seen her hauling heavy stuff around and getting work done. And she was sliding her hands up my thighs to –

“How old are you?” I asked skeptically, as I grasped her hands to stop her.

“Eighteen.”

“I seem to recall your eighteenth birthday is pending, not past tense.”

“It’s in two days. I was rounding. You are familiar with that concept Dr. Science Professor?” She looked up at me, afraid, anxious, and a little snarky.

“Then we are definitely not doing this.”

“But – “

“No Leslie. You are welcome to stay here. Bel surely needs you. You are always welcome in my home. But you and I are not getting frisky together.” She lowered her head and allowed her hands to drop to her sides. Sarah rose from her chair and swiftly walked over, kneeling beside Leslie. She whispered to her for a moment. The two of them stood and walked to the bedroom. Sarah returned shortly.

Jessica, Jennifer, Constance and Sarah all appeared to have something to say. I think I knew what it was.

“You all know there are rules imposed on all of us in this process. No underage girls is on that list. If I take her, I endanger us all. Everything you’ve risked to be with me is lost.” The ladies exchanged looks that I couldn’t decipher. I suspected they would have their own discussion on this. “Jess, do you have child-care arrangements that can work now that you are moved in here?”

“Well no, but I have to stay at the house or at your side. I thought I’d stay here and watch the kids myself. I can have dinner ready for all of you when you get back tomorrow evening.”

“Oh, that would work. And thank you,” I smiled, “A homecooked meal would be nice. Since we meet the criteria now, I can log into the site and report our status. Then we can see if they have any other surprises for us.”

“What about the other criteria?” Sarah asked.

“I can report accomplishment of each one separately.”

“Oh, okay.”

“What are the criteria?” asked Connie.

“I have to find at least three and no more than six women willing to join me. One has to agree to be a slave. Jessica has helped us on that one.”

“Should we get you a metal bikini?” teased Sarah. Jessica shook her head with a smile. I kept very quiet.

“He likes that idea!” squealed Jennifer.

“Okay, yeah I think cosplay could be fun, but I’m no longer Jabba the Gut. I’ve gotten in much better shape than I used to be.” That one had all the girls laughing. Sarah was madly tapping and scrolling on her phone. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“Oh, God. I’m gonna be running around in a braid and a metal bikini soon aren’t I?” Sarah giggled and nodded. “Fine, might as well get a nurse outfit and a French maid.” All the girls universally liked the idea.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. I was definitely not in control here, but I didn’t have to be. I probably should put in my two cents though. “I don’t really have a nurse fetish. If you are willing, the maid thing might cool. When I said cosplay earlier, I meant, like, scifi characters. Star Trek, Babylon 5, Firefly, Battlestar Galactica – the original one though. No offense, Edward James Olmos and Mary McDonnell are epic actors, and the others were convincing too, but the story just kinda sucked for me.”

“Is Firefly the space western where they used Chinese for the curse words?” asked Sarah.

“Yes.”

“OOOOooo, girl I have some ideas for that!” Jessica looked as if she wasn’t sure if she was going to like Sarah’s latest brainstorm. “We’ll need to get you a long dark brown wig though.”

“Ok, this is a nice side venture, but can we get back on to business? We need to get certain things done so we can all survive this.” That sobered up the room. “The other general requirement is we all complete a family confidence course.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a group obstacle course. We have to get through it together. Some obstacles or tasks are individual, but some we can only accomplish working together. I suspect it’s only in there to help build cohesiveness, not as an actual challenge. Once I report we met the first two general criteria, we get a timeslot for the confidence course.”

“So like those business team building courses?”

“Similar, although I think they are going to use the courses from Army basic training.” I paused for a moment. “Now, I also have some individual criteria. I have to lose ten pounds or 2% body fat by the end of the month. “I’ve lost a lot of weight over the past several years, but I can still meet that one with time to spare. I went to the health science department to get weighed and measured Monday morning.  I’ll check in once a week until I meet that one.” None looked worried about that prospect.

“Now, the remaining personal criteria is a bit touchy. I have to get one of you pregnant in one month’s time, starting two days ago.” I put my hand up as Connie and Jess leaned in to speak. “Jenn has already agreed to do this. She’s never been on birth control and she’s approaching the most fertile part of her cycle. We’ve been with each other first thing in the morning each morning and then once more later in the day, usually at bedtime.”

“Master, I do not mean to disparage anyone, but would it not be a good idea to try with more than one of us?”

“I’ve stopped taking my birth control, but it takes a while to get out of my system,” Sarah said.

Jess replied “I’m on progestin only. It will flush out of my system in less than a week. At that time, I would also be entering my peak phase. If I stop taking mine now, then once Jennifer is past her peak, you could focus your efforts on getting me pregnant. That would double the odds of meeting the requirement.” The girls all nodded at Jess’s idea.

“Ok, lets do that then.”

“What about me?” asked Connie “I could stop now too, though it would take a few weeks to clear, like with Sarah.”

“Let’s not get too hasty. Jessica has a good point about trying with more than one of you. At the same time, do we really want to move into the bunker as all of you are weeks away from giving birth?” That got a few uncertain looks, and a grimace from Jess. “Ok, let’s stick with Jenn and Jess. Two shots at it is a smart plan, but we have to keep all issues in consideration for the longer term. So yes, Jessica, go off your pills.” I looked to Jennifer. “Jenn, when is your ovulation day?”

“Wednesday I think.”

“Okay, and since we’re talking biology, not mechanics, let’s assume it could be Tuesday or Thursday.” Heads nodded. “So Thursday will be the last day you get first and one more – “

“Actually, on Tuesday and Wednesday she should probably get all of your attention. And lots of it.” This came from Sarah.

Connie looked at Jenn “Damn, greedy much bitch?” They both giggled.

“That would work out perfect,” said Jessica, “my ovulation date would be the following Tuesday.”

“Okay, so Jenn gets him first plus one other through Monday, then Tuesday and Wednesday all day, and Thursday until lunchtime she gets him all to herself. Thursday lunchtime Jessica takes priority, getting whatever he has left after Jenn gets through with him that day. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, we all get a turn, but Jess gets him first plus at least one more. Monday and Tuesday he’s all Jessica’s.” Sarah’s voice slipped into efficient business woman mode. Until she looked at me. Then she laughed. “You okay over there?”

“You’re efficiently and clinically planning my sexual time. How the hell am I supposed to feel?” I was both amused and annoyed and trying to put a jovial spin on it.

Sarah was not sympathizing. “Oh poor baby, you have to listen while four women plan when and how often they get to fuck you for the next two weeks.” Snickers softly filled the room. There was a reason Sarah had consistently high end-of-semester reviews. She made good use of humor and fact, and she knew how to read a room.

I lifted my hand like I was adjusting an imaginary tie. “No respect. I get no respect at all I tell ya.”

Jenn stood and came to me. She held out her hand. “Come along darling. It’s time for my hips to show you some respect.”

“And them hips don’t lie.” Connie’s comment had her and the other two giggling again. Jenn just sashayed her way to the stairs, one hand trailing behind her, pulling me along. Not that I was resisting, mind you.

We got to the bed and Jenn turned me to face her, with my back to the bed. She unbuttoned and removed my shirt. She unbuckled my pants, then slid my pants and boxers halfway down my thighs. Jenn gently shoved me onto the bed. She grabbed the hem of my pants and pulled them off. Then the same for my boxers. I lay naked on the bed, with my legs dangling off at the knees.

Jennifer began to disrobe. Slowly. Rhythmically. As if she had a sensuous tune playing in her head, orchestrating her movements. As she removed her bra, she looked shy and uncertain. I knew she was comparing herself to Connie and Jess. I sat back up to get a better view of her performance.

“Me encantan tus tetas.”

She bit her lower lip and smiled, eyes shining, as she slipped her panties off her hips and released them to fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them with one leg and then snapped the other, sending them straight to my face. They smelled richly of her arousal.

I lifted my arms, hands clenched, and called out “Goooaaaaaaallllll.” Jenn snickered and then slinked over to me. She flicked her fingers, signaling for me to scoot all the way up the bed. Jenn climbed on, eyes riveted on me. As her head passed over my pelvis, she looked down. She looked back up with hunger in her eyes, then dove her face on my soft, but swiftly growing, member. She popped the head into her mouth, giving it soft licks while suckling at it. She used her lips to pull more of me into her oral cavity, urging my organ to reach full size and solidity.

Once my cock was firm, she pogo’d her head on it several times, pausing on the last down stroke to look up my body at me with her lips wrapped around little me. She pulled back with a grin, then stalked on all fours up my body. She gently kissed my forehead, then my nose, repeating exactly the pattern I used on her our first night together. Reaching my collarbone, she sat up, reached behind her and took hold of my cock. She nestled it to her entrance and eased herself down. I was clearly not the only one turned on. She was quite slippery. She paused with about two inches buried in her. She wriggled around a bit, then slid further, stopping with only an inch remaining. Then she determinedly shoved herself down, pressing her body down firmly to make sure she had every bit of me in her. She sat there for a few minutes, gently rocking back and forth. She switched from rocking to rotations. She lifted her hands through her hair, settling them on her scalp. Her movements reminded me of dancers in 90’s rock videos. I placed my hands on her thighs and began massaging my way upward, slowly. Tenderly. This was our time. Our union. Us, together as one. I felt like the king of the world.

Her motions stuttered a few times. I realized she was getting close. She placed her hands on my chest and began snapping her hips back and forth, causing my length to pass over her g-spot and grinding her clitoris against my pelvis. Her body shuddered. She cried out her pleasure and

collapsed on me, still shaking. We fell asleep just like that.

******

I woke the next morning dreaming about last night. A blowjob from Jenn, then her riding me. No, wait, I woke up with Jennifer riding me. When I opened my eyes, she was glowing, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Except that she appeared rather than disappeared. An apparition manifesting in my wakefulness.

Jennifer and Constance decided to remain at the house, electing to do classwork remotely. They would also be available to help Jessica with house stuff, or give support to Leslie and Belinda. I thanked them both, then Sarah and I headed to campus.

When I returned from my morning class – with very few in attendance, even by Zoom – I noticed a familiar mass of blonde hair in the anteroom of the science office suite. Melissa Ballas, one of last semester’s students. She’d taken the class last semester so she could attend in person for lecture and lab both and not miss any rodeos. She competed independently, not on any team, as a barrel racer. Her family ran a sheep and goat farm, which I’m sure she knew a few things about. And she was beautiful. Short, barely 5’6” in boots, slender frame and a riot of blonde hair that she pulled back for riding or anytime she was task-focused, but unleashed in a mad, lovely bush otherwise.

I said hello as I passed her, then unlocked my office. As sat in my chair, she was standing in the doorway. “Something on your mind Melissa?”

“Yes sir.” Melissa closed the door as she moved inside. She didn’t sit, just approached to the opposite edge of my desk. “What the hell Mr Ansen?” Her arms flew up in a universal sign of excited confusion. At the beginning of any semester, I informed my students that I would answer to either ‘Dr. Ansen’ or ‘Mr. Ansen’, but that others might not be so forgiving, so be careful when first encountering someone with an advanced degree.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what has you worked up Mel.”

“I flirted with you all last semester. I ride horses and I have experience tending sheep and goats. I showed them in FFA. Hell, I even know how to dress and butcher them. Why not me?”

“Um.” My brain was still processing the first sentence. “You were flirting with me?”

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Well I wasn’t wearing those low cut shirts for the chuckleheads in class!”

“I’m sorry Melissa, I had no idea. I’m a fifty year old man teaching at a rural community college and you are a beautiful young woman with a sunny personality and a respectable list of accomplishments already. Without some signal that you were dressing for me, I had to assume you were just wearing what was comfortable, dressing for someone else in particular, or dressing to get attention from boys in general.”

“Well, I was dressing for you. I wanted you. I still do.”

I stood and walked around my desk to her. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. She whimpered and then sighed into the kiss. Mel lifted her hands along my back, holding me in. She’d waited this long and almost lost out. She was not letting go. The kiss grew passionate, urgent. She pressed her body against me.

We finally came up for air, panting, staring into each other’s eyes. Melissa grasped the hem of her shirt and whipped it off, throwing it somewhere behind my desk. Her face bore a familiar look – country girl in ‘no time for bullshit’ mode. She stripped off her pants quickly as I removed my shirt. Off came her panties as I kicked off my shoes. She grasped the top of my pants, hooking her thumbs inside pants and boxers both. Then she shoved them to my ankles in one swift motion. Her earnestness and forwardness already had me expanding and hardening, but not there yet. Mel took hold of my cock & balls with one hand and began to massage them. Her touch was firm, insistent and still gentle. Just like her. Her other hand she placed behind my back to steady herself. She slipped her active hand to my shaft and began stroking me to full firmness.

I led her over to a part of the floor large enough to lay out on. I moved to lower her down, she shook her head, placed a single finger at – not in – the crook of my collarbone, and pushed downward. I took the hint and laid down, my erection standing proud, angled towards my head. Melissa straddled me and lowered herself, her warmth settling against my scrotum, our bodies perpendicular, my shaft still uncovered, at an angle directly between our torsos. She grinned. She lowered her face to mine and took a hungry kiss. She lifted her hips for clearance, took hold of my shaft, and lined us up.

Melissa thrust her hips backwards, spearing herself on me. Her head came up and she groaned.

“Fuuuuck yes. You could have had this pussy months ago, you know.” She began jockeying her body back and forth along mine, working me deeper into her.

“Not while you were in my classes.”

“I’ve heard students …… have hooked up with …….. profess—” she paused to shudder “—ors before and …… no one ….. got expelled …….. or fired. One couple eventually married.”

“Two parts campus myth, one part possibility. If the student isn’t in the professor’s class at the time …… they become involved, the admin might look the other way. With a severe frown.”

Melissa raised her body to the vertical and began riding me. I’ve never watched someone ride a horse, but it sure seemed to me she swayed in the same manner. “MMMMmmm, best…. saddle …. ever.” I caressed her thighs and sides. She swayed and rode up and down, eyes closed, face up turned, making small sounds of happiness as her inner walls squeezed and rippled about me. Then she snapped her head downward to look at me, placing her hands on my chest. “Ok, cowboy, your turn to drive this bus. Get me home.”

I smiled and chuckled as I rolled us over, maintaining our connection. “You’re gonna get carpet burn you know.”

“Pump me full and make it worth my while.”

I planted my knees and drew back, without fully leaving her. I moved full length inward, then back out until only my head remained with her. I held a smooth, steady pace, moving firmly, unhurried, but not a slow screw.

She took my chin between her thumb and forefinger. “I ride horses nearly every day for at least two hours at a time. You’re going to have to make me feel it.”

I picked up my pace and applied more force with each thrust. She responded by opening her legs wider, knees further back, but her feet still on the floor. She gave off small grunts every few thrusts. A smile spread across her face and a pleased humming came from her throat as she stretched her torso and neck longer, arms past her head, much like a waking cat. Her eyes had closed and there was a similarity between the humming and a purr.

I decided to up the ante a bit. I leaned back, hooking my arms at the elbows under her knees. I pressed forward, folding her legs back, nearly to her torso. Her eyes flashed and she bit her lower lip. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I picked up my pace. I began thrusting faster. I adjusted my hip angle and the angle of her legs until I could feel the head of my cock sliding continuously along the upper wall of her vagina. This guaranteed I was stimulating her g-spot on each thrust and each withdrawal. Her eyes widened after the first several thrusts. Her grunts became more emphatic. I was pounding furiously by the time her legs squeezed against my hold. Her passage gripped me tightly. She let out a long moan, rising from an initial low tone and volume, but rising as it continued until she exhausted herself. The actions of her vaginal muscles set me off and I let loose inside her.

“Mmmmmm, now there’s a payoff worth a little carpet burn.”

******

I took Melissa to lunch at the diner. Sarah met us there. They chatted while we waited for our orders. Three bites into my patty melt, my phone buzzed with a new text message. Sarah and Melissa’s phones did as well. I checked mine, reading silently at first, then read aloud to my companions: “Due to declining attendance, effective immediately all classes are moving online. Instructors, at their discretion, may require synchronous attendance via Zoom, but only within pre-established times for the course. Dorms are closing in two days. Those affected, make appropriate arrangements to move out. Instructors are expected to be in their offices for at least a half day tomorrow. Instructors are free to remain on campus for a normal full day today, or depart as soon as they have prepared their courses for the new expectations.”

“Well, I can use the afternoon to move now.”

Sarah and I looked at each other and shrugged. We expected a move like this coming and had already placed the needed links and documents in our Blackboard courses. We just had to activate them now.

“How ‘bout I help you with that?” I appear to have time as well. Sarah can check in with the house, make sure it hasn’t burned down.” Sarah rolled her eyes at the ending hyperbole, but nodded her agreement with the plan.

“So, you’re maxed out now,” Sarah observed.

“No, I have five – which is plenty. And we have a great balance of skill sets.”

“Leslie.”

“Leslie is underage and I am not taking her to my bed.”

“Her eighteenth birthday is tomorrow and she knows exactly what she wants for her birthday present.”

I stared levelly at Sarah, but she gave no ground. I looked to Melissa. “You’re stepping into a real mess here kitten, you sure you want to do this?”

“I ride horses and I live on a sheep and goat farm. I’ve been stepping in messes since I could step.”

Just as we were rising to leave, I got a second text, one the others did not receive. It came from the text blast system used to disseminate information to selectees. Seems someone finally realized few if any of use came into this with sufficient housing space to add so many women to our lives. We were instructed to find appropriate housing, within twenty miles of our current domicile. We were also given a link to a website detailing resources we could promise in exchange for said housing. A follow-up text suggested if anyone was short of the six woman max, they could trade the house in exchange for taking the realtor, if female, or the realtor’s of-age female relative – daughter, sister, cousin, etc. Said woman could not be placed as a slave. Those with six women already would have to bargain with the suggested resources. We were encouraged to make the shrewdest deal possible. I showed the texts to Sarah.

“So I’ll head to the house and discuss this with the others. I can start a list of needs and wants that we can use to whittle down the available houses.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me. Take some time to review the resource list also.” My phone dinged again. One more follow-up, informing us to take security concerns into consideration. Once we had chosen a house, a security system would be installed for us. Potentially, essential or selected military personnel may be assigned to provide additional security. I relayed the information to Sarah.

“Alright then, I’ll have a few ideas ready by the time you make it home. See ya then.”

“As you wish.”

Sarah smiled and turned to walk away then froze. She turned back, her face in shock. I nodded. I should have said that long ago. Maybe while we were watching the movie together any of twenty times or so. She took on a giddy smile. Gave a little hop, and then took off, afraid to say anything that might burst the bubble on a beautiful moment.

Sarah went straight home from the diner, not needing anything from her office until tomorrow. I didn’t either, but we had to pickup Melissa’s truck to move her things. She led me to her place, where we packed up some essential items – two weeks’ worth of clothes, some mementos she couldn’t risk losing, and a few games she thought would be fun for all of us to play. A quick mental check suggested we still had room in the storage space attached to the garage, but it was rapidly filling. Good thing we were looking for a bigger place.

******

When we got back to the house, I discovered Leslie had moved her car into the carport. This left just barely enough room for my hatchback behind her and Melissa’s dualie beside the both of us. Before unloading Mel’s things, I sought out Sarah.

“Hey babe.” Sarah turned and leaped into my arms. She pressed her lips against mine and soon after our tongues were exploring each other’s mouth. We came up for air reluctantly. I was sporting wood. Her arousal was not evident – female privilege ya know? “I was thinking, you should move in the main bedroom with me.”

“Are you sure? Shouldn’t that be your room where you interact with whomever you’ve chosen at a given time?” Sarah was hopeful, but also rational, business-like.

“There are other rooms in this house available for privacy. If I’d gotten my shit together earlier, you’d probably already be living here. It’s your rightful place.”

“He’s right you know.” Jenn had walked up while we were talking. She turned to me. “I take it you finally told her you love her today? She’s been walking on clouds with a dreamy look on her face since she got back.”

Sarah blushed radiantly.

“Sort of. I told her ‘As you wish.’” Jenn looked at me, puzzled. “You know, from the movie?” She shrugged. “Oh dear god. Okay, tonight we begin ya’lls education on the great movies and music of the eighties and nineties. And maybe a few iconic terrible ones.”

Sarah snorted with a small laugh. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then walked to her room to begin moving things.

“You two should have some one-on-one time tonight. To cement the relationship.” When I began to object, she added, “We all respect that she was first and holds a special place for you. That’s good for all of us. Don’t mess it up with some artificial attempt to make us all equal. Connie and I know you value us. It’s clear in your eyes and the way you treat us, even over just a short time. Jess probably gets that too, or soon will.” She paused as Sarah passed by with an armful of loose items. “Trust me.”

“Honestly, I’d love to. Are you sure it won’t cause problems?”

“Yes. Not doing it has a greater likelihood of causing conflict.”

“Ok, what about you? You usually take a second turn at bedtime.”

“I think we’re safe skipping one time.”

“I have a better idea.” I pulled her into the hallway bathroom and closed the door. I kissed her fiercely, hands roaming. She gasped and then gave a soft moan, which turned feral. I pulled up her shirt, and unbuttoned it rapidly. I pulled her bra up, not even bothering to unclasp it. I took her whole left breast (my right) in my mouth and suckled it while massaging and tracing the nipple with my tongue. She cried out, cutting herself off by slapping her hand over her mouth. I popped off and said “Sherry Lindsor will never know what that feels like.”

Jennifer laughed uncontrollably. I knelt as I unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them to her ankles along with her panties. She stepped out of them. I pulled one leg at a time over my shoulder and leaned her back against the wall. I placed my hands under her rump and lifted, planting my face on in her wet, musky core. I nibbled, licked and sucked while she tried to muffle her moans and whimpers.

I stood, wedging her body in place, my hands lowering to my jeans. I unbuttoned them, shoving them to mid-thigh. My boxers immediately after. I was already full size and hardness. Jennifer looked at me hungrily. I lined up and plunged in full to the hilt. Jenn moaned, her back arching. I thrust in, fully engulfed by my need. I half-registered Jenn reaching climax as I ravaged her. Then I erupted, filling her. I stopped thrusting, temporarily spent. My shoulders pressed against hers, my hips pulled back, I softened and fell out of her. I nuzzled her neck for a bit.

I lowered her legs so she could stand on her own, then stepped back. She was beaming. “I like afternoon delight. That was fun.” I chuckled quietly and gave her a soft kiss as I pulled up my boxers and pants and fixed myself. She picked up her panties and began dressing. Panties on, but no jeans yet, she pulled me to her for another kiss. “Go on, you’ve got a household to manage. And thank you. This was really good.”

******

When I accepted Jenn’s suggestion, I began planning a date night with Sarah. Well, I had a practical task that needed doing, plus a dinner for two, and maybe some minigolf if the timing worked out. Dinner was out once I recognized the smell of lasagna as I entered the house. Jess had sent Connie out for ingredients earlier in the day and replicated the meal I’d made on the ‘cook’ skill video. She did a good job too. Everyone said so. Nelly, Jessica’s seven year old daughter, loved it. Matt, her four year old boy giggled while eating it. Well, eating mostly– he wore a bit of it. He and Nelly ate three pieces of garlic bread each. Matt wasn’t fond of the Caesar salad, but Nelly liked it after giving it several test chews. Samantha, the two and a half year old chewed some pasta and smeared sauce all over her face. She very enthusiastically gnawed a piece of garlic bread. Belinda volunteered to scrub Sam down.

After dinner, Sarah and I took her car to a nearby dealership. We needed a better way of transporting all or most of us than taking three or four vehicles. So we bought a minivan. Sarah couldn’t stop laughing. Her exact words were ‘You sure know how to show a girl a wild time, Kevin.’ A side reason for taking Sarah was practical – she’s a great negotiator.  We got a good price and then paid in full. Sarah was surprised until I later told her I had made very careful investments with my outside income. The dealer was pissed. We’d gotten some good deals in the process, but they had been expecting to make it up in interest payments on a loan financed by them. I mean really dude, the apocalypse is coming and you wanna play interest rate games? I’m surprised they were still taking money at all.

When we got home, the girls all agreed with Sarah and had a good laugh. Jess had already put the kids to bed. Since they were completely out, she was back downstairs with the others. My family was coming together nicely. They invited us to join them in a card game, but I shook my head no, took Sarah’s hand and led her to the stairs. We were followed by whistles and catcalls. Sarah blushed hard, but there was no hiding that grin. She leaned against me as we climbed the stairs. Not for support, just to have the closeness. As we reached the top of the stairs, her phone dinged. She checked the text and looked at me puzzled.

“Jenn says to tell you I deserve the ‘not Sherry Lindsor’ treatment?”

I rolled my eyes and laughed softly. “That girl.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’ll find out. You can thank her in the morning.” Sarah pranced into the bedroom, stood by the corner of the bed and turned to face me. She was biting the corner of her mouth nervously. I stepped up to her and took her gently in my arms. I kissed her. Softly at first. I ramped up the passion without going primal. This would be the wedding night I should have given her if I’d gotten my head out of my ass before all of this.

Slowly, unhurriedly, I began removing our clothes. First her blouse, then my shirt. My pants, followed by hers. Dressed only in our undergarments, we held each other and kissed passionately, rubbing our bodies together. I scooped her up and lowered her onto the middle of the bed.

I crawled on the bed, crouched over her on all fours. I softly kissed her forehead, choosing specific places to target. Then I kissed places on the tip of her nose. I moved to her right cheek, then her left.

“What are you doing?” she sounded amused.

“Kissing your freckles.”

She laughed, and hugged me to her. “You’re a weirdo, but you are sooo my weirdo.”

I took that as encouragement. When she released the hug, I kissed along her jawline, then down her neck. She hummed, removed her bra, and settled in to enjoy my ministrations. I kissed along her collarbone. Her freckles thinned out as I descended. I made a point to kiss each one as I moved down the slope of her left breast. I kissed her delicate underboob, extending each kiss into a soft suckle. I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing it. Her gasp was quite rewarding.

I shifted to her right breast. I didn’t touch it. I breathed across it, waking the nerves. The upper slope. The underside. Then a cool breeze across her nipple.

Now I took her entire breast into my mouth, running my tongue along the underside, then across the top before pressing my tongue against her nipple while undulating it. “OH GOD!” she nearly levitated off the bed.

Feeling pleased with myself, I moved my attention to her belly, kissing and suckling. I left a hickey next to her belly button. I moved on to the crease between her leg and pelvis. I kissed and nibbled my way, inching closer and closer to the place that was calling me with it’s warmth and the clear scent of arousal. I breathed hot air along the creases around her sex. Then into her soft, triangular, coppery bush. I ran my tongue over the same spots I had just breathed on. I kept ignoring her clit and labia. Sarah squirmed. Then she gasped and moaned as I pressed my tongue against the bottom of her right outer labia and slowly drug it upward to the top. I went downward on the other side. She had flowered open, her sensitive inner labia exposed. I took them in my mouth and suckled. I slipped my tongue in between them and probed deeper. The tension in her small motions relayed she could barely resist thrusting her hips at me.

I pulled my tongue out of her, returning to suckle on the upper part of her inner labia and slid one finger into her moist interior.

“HHuuuunnnh. Oh, Kevin, oh fuck yeah baby. Fucking play me like a damn fiddle.” Small tremors ran along her body as she spoke.

Her clit hood had retracted, unveiling the lovely nub. I took it softly in my mouth while adding a second finger inside her. Her breathing came in ragged pants. I accelerated the motion of my fingers. I wrapped my lips over my teeth, took her clitoris between them and gently nibbled in a vibrating motion.

“HOLY SHIT YES!!! KEVIN!!!!!” Her inner walls convulsed and seized around my fingers. She collapsed back onto the bed. I extracted my fingers, licked them clean, then moved up the bed. I positioned myself over her. As her breathing recovered, she opened her eyes. She hugged me fiercely, our heads beside each other. Then she lowered herself partially, then came back up for an intense kiss. Sarah lowered herself fully to the bed, took my head in her hands as she held my gaze.

“If I had known you were even half that good, I would have seduced your ass a longtime ago.”

In response, I kissed her. I adjusted my hips and lined myself up with her entrance. She lifted her legs. I inserted myself and she groaned, clutching me around my shoulders. As I slid all the way in, she wrapped her legs around my waist. I thrust without pulling back, keeping my whole length within her. My pelvis pressed against her clit, never coming off of it, not slamming into it, just giving oscillating pressure. Her breathing timed with my motions. She pulsed her inner walls, massaging me. Together, we built ourselves to a crescendo and released together.

We stayed like that for a while, trading soft kisses until well after I had softened, shrunk, and fallen out of her. Eventually, I slipped to the side. I pulled the sheet up and we snuggled into each other for a very pleasant sleep.