Discoveries of a Young Man 08 (Patreon)

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In the small college town of Courtington, Indiana, there was a cozy small suburban home. It wasn’t in the best of areas in this small town, but the residents in this particular home lived life to the best of their abilities. A small loving family prospering through hard work and caring for one another.

Nowadays it was getting colder as November was falling into the latter half of the month.

*

Living with two girlfriends was something I never envisioned myself. To think about two months ago, I existed just to exist. Now I was living life in the happiest of fashions. And it was a day-to-day thing I certainly could get used to. Hell, I was currently getting used to it. Nothing was like coming home from a day of boxing and college work to my hot cougar girlfriend giving me my welcome home kiss, then getting the same from my hot blue-haired goth girlfriend as well.

While Mel was fierce, aggressive, and more sexual in our relationship, Hope was quite different. Being younger I kinda expected it to be the opposite. Not that Mel didn’t enjoy tenderness, and Hope certainly enjoyed sex, it was just that they both had different outlooks on what they wanted in a relationship. There were plenty of occasions when we just hung out in the living room watching TV, both of them cuddled up in my arms. Or me in Mel’s warm embrace, and Hope in mine.

Hope was more of a loving girlfriend. Mel too, but Hope seemed to settle for a lot of cuddling and the comforts of having a rock in her life. It made sense, and I had no problem being that for her. Hell, who was I to tell anyone anything? I was the luckiest man alive, at least by my own standard.

Maia had been a bit standoff-ish when she was told about the… situation. I understood why of course, but Maia accepted it for what it was and seemed more and more to come around for it. She just rolled her eyes and said “At least you’re not him,” referring to David. As a way of making amendments, I agreed to join her at whatever charity work she was doing, both as a chauffeur and as an active participant.

So that was how we would spend our thanksgiving. I decided not to go out to Seattle with my family so that I could work at a soup kitchen where Maia was fairly active.

“David usually watched football,” Mel said when asked about how they usually did their celebrations. “But we don’t have to now.”

Hope perked up at that. The four of us were eating breakfast, talking about the upcoming holiday just around the corner.

“We don’t have to watch football?” Hope asked. I could tell she was not a huge fan of the sport. Maia also. She shot her fist into the air in celebration.

I wasn’t the biggest fan myself, even having played it. Getting benched a whole lot may have been a huge part of that reason.

“Yeah, I don’t know if that is the most popular in this household,” Mel chuckled. “We’re a boxer family, now, I guess.”

“Why don’t we watch Resident Evil instead? At least some of them?” Maia asked eagerly.

Mel’s rolling of her eyes were almost audible. But she relented. Anything but football, I guess.

“Sure. Why not,” she said. The girls cheered. I couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s settled then!” Hope said.

“I don’t get a saying in this? Man of the house?” I teased.

“Nope,” Hope said promptly, folding her arms, looking at me sternly.

*

Of course, I lost my last fight, but that didn’t really matter. All that had happened after sort of deleted the whole depressing notion of having lost from my mind. Instead, I focused on getting better. The focus and determination were something that translated into so many parts of my life now, and I knew if I wanted to get better at anything, I had to work for it.

At the gym, we had made some expansions. Frank had cleared the weight machines and instead replaced them with a mat area. A mat area? An area where people who did other martial arts could hang out, I guess. That was how Frank put it. It was a way of expanding the business. Me keeping the books sort of made Frank more available to expand. He was also looking at some contractors to build another wing to the gym, and to section it better. Now it was just a ring, the former machine area, a free weight area, and the heavy bag area.

“I want a pro section, kids section, and a bunch of different martial arts,” he told me, showing the blueprints.

Freya was also looking to become more of an instructor anyhow. She was probably not fighting again but loved combat sports with a passion that there was no way she’d stay out of it. Unbeknownst to me, she was a purple belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ), on her way to a black belt, so she knew a thing or two. She even handed me a flier for me to hand out.

Freya also handed me my own ass. While losing sucked, and one might expect the coach to tread lightly, Freya didn’t know any such vocabulary. The first thing she had me do was jump rope for twenty minutes straight, then right into defensive sparring with some of the new guys. Kinda sucked getting beat up by someone I knew I could fuck up at any moment, but I guess it was sort of twofold. I needed more defense, and the newcomer got to punch the only active fighter in the gym, other than Frank.

In the next fight, I won by points. It was sort of on purpose, to teach me that I could go the distance. Even if it was just 3 rounds of 3 minutes. In the pros, it typically was 4 or 6 rounds in the beginning. But the style of boxing was a necessity, especially if I were to go pro, which was more and more enthusing.

The next two fights I lost. They were in rapid succession, so for the latter, I was probably not as fresh as I needed to be. I had tried pointing myself to victory again, and it simply didn’t go in my favor. I actually didn’t mind the losses. It was sort of part of my strategy to learn more styles of boxing, and not knock everyone into submission, and in the amateurs, there was a lot of pointing. Sure it stung, both in the fight and the losses, but it was a learning experience I would likely not get many of in the pros.

Something that was an upside to coming to the gym, however, was that Hope was coming more often. She had taken up BJJ, and seemed to have a pretty good knack for it. I knew Hope had a lot of natural strength, and from the small boxing she had done I also had seen that she had a certain athleticism.

After a heavy bag session, I caught myself staring at Hope and Freya rolling on the mat. I knew there was nothing intimate about being in the clinch like that, but as a spectator, I couldn’t help but admire the view.

Hope was flat on her back, trying to keep her knees between her and Freya, but somehow Freya managed to slip her knee in between Hope’s thighs and force them apart. Freya moved closer between Hope’s legs and bent over her, trying to get Hope in a hold, but Hope thrusted her hips up into Freya causing her to be thrown off to the side. Freya repositioned herself so that she was sitting on top of Hope’s waist instead. Hope again thrusted, which caused Freya to bend over Hope.

From my view, I had a perfect view of Freya’s bent over muscled spandex-clad ass, her upper body clad in a tight sports bra hovering over Hope’s petite body. Both were wearing tight clothing, so the view was pretty flattering to me.

But not for long, Hope rolled up trying to get Freya’s back. Big mistake. Freya turned and clenched her legs around Hope’s waist, causing a wince from the young goth. Hope tried reaching for Freya, but Freya kept rolling around outside of her reach, keeping Hope away with the strength of her legs.

Freya finally found an opening where she managed to get back on top of Hope, who was now in a nice prone position, with legs and arms locked up by Freya. Hope tapped out. Dang it. I hoped it would last a little longer, but I guess not. Poor Hope was rubbing her sides from Freya’s iron tight grip.

“Good effort,” Freya said, getting off of Hope. They were both shining in sweat. Hope’s pale skin shone extra in the light, while Freya’s olive was glittering.

Freya even smacked Hope’s ass. It was something she did with all the competitors she respected. Which was me.

“Bran, office. Now,” Freya said, not even looking at me and headed to one of the two offices.

Freya’s office was mostly storage, but when we talked about boxing strategies and whatnot, she liked doing it there.

“Someone’s excited,” Hope teased, glancing down. I looked too. Yep. I was starting to get hard hard.

“Mind if we take the shower at home? I’m scared Freya might have her way with me in the shower. I need your warm protection, dear big burly man,” Hope teased, biting her lips, running a finger down my chest.

“Naughty little girl. Stretch out and I’ll join you in the car,” I said, heading back after Freya.

“What’s up?” I asked, leaning through the door.

“Sit down, newbie. Or whatever you’re called these days,” Freya said, totally ignoring my semi.

She knew of my situation with the girls, and perhaps she just tried to play it all of and not bring it up. It didn’t really impact the boxing, so who cares, right?

“Hope is good, right? Told you she’s strong.”

“Absolutely. Real talent. Anyway. You lost twice. But you didn’t lose by much. I think a couple more amateur matches where you pad your experience a bit, then you go pro. What do you think?” Freya asked matter of factly.

“You’re the boss.”

“I am the coach. You can say no,” Freya explained.

I decided to think it through a bit.

“I am a light heavyweight right?” I asked. It was more rhetorical.

“So in the pros, will that be the same?”

“Yes?”

“Maybe I should just go for pro then?”

“I take it back. You’re not the boss. Two more amateurs this Monday and Wednesday, then you get the thanksgiving off,” Freya said sternly. “Then maybe pro.”

Getting into the car, I was greeted with a sweet kiss from my dear Hope, who was the ever-loving tender one. Which was a contrast to her outward persona as a gloomy goth, but ever since we got together, she had been in a much happier space. Sure she could tease and show a dominant streak like her mother, but in the day-to-day Hope preferred to enjoy the security of her new life situation.

The whole drive home she rested her head on my shoulder, and when we got home she guided me up to the shower in the master bedroom. It was way more spacious and had a nice tub as well. We undressed and I immediately started soaping in Hope's beautiful breasts. They weren’t the biggest, but plenty ample to play around with. More than a handful and in urgent need of a good soaping.

Hope giggled at my eagerness, pulling me up for a deep kiss, shoving herself into my mouth with more force than necessary, but enough to have me utterly dazed by her.

“You liked seeing us girls getting it on, then?” Hope asked, after kissing me deeply. She rubbed her soft hand along my growing shaft.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” I said. Both playing hard to get and of course, so I wouldn’t walk into a trap or anything.

“Teenager in tight yoga pants dominated by female boxer in her 20s? Sounds pretty hot to me. Don’t you think Freya is pretty?” Hope demanded, giving my cock a quick squeeze. Not the punishing kind, the judging-my-reaction kind.

“Erh,” I started. I knew objectively Freya was a good-looking girl. Fit, muscular, a few years older than me. But she was my coach. And I had two hot women at my disposal… or rather, I was at the disposal of two hot women.

Hope muffled whatever my answer might’ve been by cradling my head with one hand and pulling me into nuzzling her neck, still stroking me with her other. Multi-tasking

“Don’t worry. I think she’s hot. Kinda gets me going getting pinned by her,” Hope purred, slowly jerking me. “I think she would be a great addition to your tattoos.”

Hope trickled her hand down to where my two tattoos were. One fairly fresh. The first was one red kiss from Mel, and the newest one was a black kiss from Hope. Both on my chest next to each other. Mel had even joked about hunting down the girl who took my virginity back in high school, to keep the record straight.

I felt myself growing by Hope’s actions. And honestly, from her talking too. Her teasing me about other girls was maybe a trap, but the way she did it got me going. Eventually, Hope had enough. She moved in close to me, hugging me to her naked body. She moved her hand from my chest to my right hand, guiding it slowly back and down her back, to her ass.

She wanted to be felt up, and I was no stranger to denying her. Of course I would. I could tell the gym had paid off for her. Hope’s ass was already nice, but it was getting even more shapely as she put on more muscle.

I felt her press her ass back against my hand as I kneaded her cheeks.

“Can you do it again?” she asked.

“What’s that?” I asked. We hadn’t done all that much sexually yet, so I wasn’t too sure what she was getting at.

“Finger my ass a bit? Not too much, I just… want the training…” Hope mumbled into my chest, hiding her shy face.

“Training?” I asked, a bit puzzled.

Hope hesitated. Staring into my eyes, she found courage. She knew she could trust me. I brushed her hair aside to get a better look at her. Her eyes were such a deep shade of blue, matching her colored hair. I could look into them forever.

“I… uhm… I really want you in my ass, but I need to be ready for it,” Hope said rather bluntly.

“Woah, you’re one to move fast,” I quipped.

“You don’t want to?” Hope asked, slightly concerned.

“Yes! Of course, Hope. You know me, I love me a nice piece of ass,” I said, emphasizing my rubbing her ass with my nails, giving her goosebumps. The satisfaction was causing her to hum, closing her eyes softly.

But not for long. Hope looked up at me determined.

“Well. Then I need training. You’re pretty big, you know. I really wanna give you all my firsts, and I don’t know… Anal has always been sorta appealing to me, and I really want you to be the one to fuck my ass, to put it bluntly.”

It was crass, but her sentiment was so sweet. Hope truly was devoted to being mine. I hoped I could be as good to her as she wanted to be to me.

“I’ll give you all the training you need,” I said, eager to get to ‘training'. Hope bit her lip.

“Get to work then,” she said, leaning her head to my chest again.

The warm shower, steam, and hot, blue-haired goth made for an incredible scene. Her wanting me to gently sink one of my fingers into her petite ass made it even better.

I made sure to give her lots of goosebumps first, gently caressing her ass with featherlike touches from my fingers, warming her up. I didn’t know if that was the correct way, but it felt like it. Stimulate the area, then ease into it, you know. So rubbing her for a few minutes, then stroking her, slowly kneading her cheeks seemed the best course of action.

“Oh god…” Hope muttered when I started dragging my fingers closer to her ass crack, feeling the shapes of her ass.

I slid my middle finger down into the cleft, rubbing down and up, up and down until I rested the tip of my finger on her hole.

“Please… be gentle,” Hope pleaded. I kissed the top of wet hair, reassuring her. Of course, there was nothing else I wanted to be than gentle with my girls.

I pressed inward with my finger. Hope let out a sharp gasp and winced a bit, but held through as I slowly and gently slid my finger into her ass. I took it incredibly slow, as I knew everything we ever did would be very new to her. I only inserted the first part of my middle finger, figuring that was enough. Gently, slowly, I started to drag my finger in and out, causing Hope to gasp again, but now not as sharply.

She let out a satisfied moan as her ass started to get accustomed to my finger. Hope moved her hands around my waist to hold me tightly, as she felt the discomfort more and more get replaced with an odd sensation of pleasure.

As her pleasure grew, Hope moved from biting her lip to sinking her teeth into my shoulder instead, whimpering and hugging me tightly. Both trying to escape the oncoming overwhelming feeling, but also embrace it.

“That’s it… Fuck, Bran, I’m gonna… gahd…” Hope jaggedly gasped, sucking down and biting into me harder, probably giving me a mix of a bite and a hickey. But I found the kind of pain that came from such biting… was pleasurable in some odd way.

“That is so goooooood,” Hope squealed, releasing me with her teeth, arching her head back, and moaning loudly, cumming hard. I felt her entire being shake and her ass clench around me.

After coming down, Hope pressed at my shoulders for me to ease down.

“Fuuck. That hit the spot. While I love having you handling my ass, I think I’ll rather give you one of my other firsts,” Hope said and gave me a half smile, a short giggle, and sunk to her knees.

I was flabbergasted. So far my own blowjobs were from the loving skills of Mel. I couldn’t help but wonder how Hope was. I knew it was her first, so I wouldn’t judge. It was where the blowjob came from that mattered, anyhow.

“Fuck, why did I even decide to do this?” Hope pouted. “I don’t know if I can get any of you in my mouth.”

“Do whatever you’re comfortable with. Or not, I won’t force you,” I said, comforting her.

“Oh shut up, Mr. good guy. I’ll blow you if it is the last thing I’ll do,” Hope said determinedly.

I shrugged. Who am I to argue?

“Blow me away,” I joked. Hope smiled wickedly up at me. Then she turned to my semi-hard cock.

She picked up my cock, staring at it. Jerking it at first, not sure what to do. Hope was moving with each jerk, inching her face closer to my cock. Slowly she opened her mouth. At first, she blew on it a bit, as if to see how to put her lips for the first insertion.

Hope moved down to the side of my cock head, giving it a light peck.

“It’s so big. I don’t… I’m not sure how or what to do,” Hope mumbled.

“Do whatever you wanna do. Don’t think too much about what you should do, more about what you want to do,” I encouraged. Hope smiled up at me.

“Sure, new daddy. And what I wanna do is this—” Hope said, and then sunk her mouth down around the tip of my cock, taking the whole head in between her warm lips.

I gasped out loud. Fuck it was too good. Even if she hadn’t done anything, the warm sensation of Hope’s loving lips was magnificent.

“That is good,” I told her.

Hope smiled around my girth, then applied suction and started slowly moving down my shaft, trying to see how much she could get in. She got decently far for her first try, and before long she was getting almost half of my cock into her before she had to drag out again.

Hope tried a few more times, before finding a nice comfort level, where she slowly applied suction while swirling her tongue and bobbing up and down. Slowly, carefully. Probably more for her comfort levels than mine. But it did the trick anyhow. It didn’t always have to be fast. Instead, Hope was giving me a slow, teasing blowjob, edging me slowly toward salvation.

“Fuck, Hope, keep it just like that.”

And she did. Slowly but surely, Hope made her way up and down my shaft, coating it in spit and soon precum. Before long, I felt my hips buck and jolt with each bob. Like electricity shooting through my body. Still, as good as it was, I tried to hold back. I knew my size would be uncomfortable if I started convulsing erratically. Plus, while Mel liked when I came in her mouth, Hope might not.

“You can shoot it in my mouth if you want. I don’t mind… I think. Not the first time,” Hope said, almost like she was reading my mind.

I lost some of the sensation as she spoke, but Hope’s effort quickly brought me back up to the edge. But that final nudge over seemed to last for forever. My whole body was practically shaking and when I finally was able to release myself, it felt like my whole body was going into shock and that I was going to pass out.

But I didn’t. Instead, I clenched my eyes shut as I shot my cum into Hope’s ever steady bobbing mouth. Even if it was her first time, she remained dutiful as I was shooting into her mouth and just took it down her throat and some even dribbled out the sides of her mouth. I felt tickling throughout my entire body as spurt after spurt ended up filling her, more and more trickling down the corner of her mouth.

I could barely keep my breath steady from how hard I was panting.

After a good while, or at least it felt like it, I finally was able to focus on the present. That was truly unbelievable. I opened my eyes again, greeted with a smiling Hope.

“I just found out that I swallow. Damn, you’re always getting so into it,” Hope said, proud of her accomplishment. “I like it. Makes it all the more worth it!”

“Fuck, let me rinse off, and I’ll be out,” I said. Hope giggled and jumped out of the tub. She quickly dried off and headed out into the bedroom.

“Oh,” I heard her say. I thought I knew whom she might’ve stumbled upon.

Through the bathroom door came Mel, dressed in her black t-shirt and baggy sweatpants, back from work. Man, I hoped one day to relieve her of that job. But one thing at a time.

“I guess she’s still feeling a bit weird from our arrangement. I told her it was perfectly fine,” Mel said, then eyed my naked body still in the tub. “Now. I have had a long day, and I think I might have a young man in my tub that I’ll be taking advantage of.”

“I’m exhausted, Hope just—”

“I feel so bad for you, my dear boy, how can I make it up to you? How about I just take you right now, either way?”

By the time Mel had finished her questions, she had stripped naked and revealed her glorious body. Her big soft tits, slender frame, and wide hips would never cease to amaze me. I was already growing again by the time Mel had grabbed me and filled my mouth with her eager tongue. Fuck I just loved when she took me like this. Her eager moans as she eats me up, holding me close to her.

Mel lifted away, looking down at me.

“Aren’t you a lucky one? Got yourself a ripe young teenager and then an untamable cougar who you gave perpetual consent,” Mel moaned, moving her hand to my growing cock.

“So how about it? Wanna fuck me just after getting your rocks off from my own daughter?” Mel asked. I choked on her words, but my cock told her all she needed.

“I think that turns you on a bit, doesn’t it? Modest, oh so fine Bran, finally caught being into some debauchery?” Mel teased, turning around and pressing her ass against me.

I couldn’t deny it. The thought of having them both did thrill me. First Hope, and then Mel! Man, I was starting to get ideas of other things involving them. Both of them.

“Fuck me, Bran. I need you in me, dear lover,” Mel moaned. “Right now.”

I took hold of my cock and entered her easily from behind. She was all wet and ready. Mel pressed back and slid me into the hilt easily. So warm. So perfect. My dearest Mel. Mel guided us so that she could support herself on the wall while turning her head to kiss me in an upright position as I started stroking my cock within her.

We had fucked plenty, but Mel never stopped feeling amazing. Holding her close, being inside her. Kissing her, worshiping her. She was the embodiment of my sincerest dreams. My first true love. Everytime we fucked, or made love, we made each other feel so good, made each other forget about the world.

Mel turned, arching her head down and pushing back against me, starting to feel her orgasm build rapidly. I felt her gushing around me, her whimpering becoming more jagged and erratic. Her reaction to us fucking was enough to send me over the edge for the second time in less than half an hour.

*

So I fought again. Monday I beat one guy, and Wednesday I beat another. Both were in the second round. I could go into detail, but why bother? It was part of building up that in-ring experience. I almost lost count on how many it had been. I was more than eager to go pro and get some real action.

Something else that was far more interesting, was the continuous grappling with Hope and Freya. And when Freya was busy, there were other girls who got in on the fun. And we even hired a new self-defense instructor named Zara, who was pretty good at combat sports, having various belts. She was an older mom who worked as a cop or something.

But watching Hope pinning down other teens, and getting manhandled herself was certainly something I often found myself staring at. Even if they finally got their gis.

“Focus, pervert,” Freya yelled at me, slapping me in the face with a pad. Though she had the remnants of a smile on her face. Maybe my sheepish staring was a bit obvious.

And Freya knew the gist of our relationship, with Hope and I, and Mel and I. She was at first a bit like “what the fuck are you saying”, but she was getting around to it. And Freya was happy I told her. Your boxing coach is like a parent. They watch over your wellbeing. Freya was an important person like that for me. She was just a bit older than me, but she was a person who I trusted a lot. She was my mentor and as well as my trainer, after all.

“Try to jab me,” Hope challenged. We were in the living room, having returned from the gym. I was slouched on the couch when Hope came in from the kitchen.

“What are you up to?” I asked.

Hope came over with a mischievous smile on her face, grabbing my arm and drug me to my feet. I got up and stood in front of her.

“Get your boxing stance,” Hope said. I put my hands up, like asked. Hope did too.

“Now jab.”

I threw a fast jab out, though not full power. I was after all, heh, a light heavyweight. I knew Hope was up to something, but what she did next I didn’t expect. She slipped the jab, as one does, but instead of doing any boxing stuff, she grabbed my hand and yanked me down as she threw both her legs onto my shoulders. While normally having Hope's legs wrapped around my neck wouldn’t be something I would complain about, this was a rather uncomfortable situation.

“Heh, what is this?” I grunted.

Hope's whole body was hanging on my arm, forcing me to let her down on the ground, and as I did, before I knew what was up, I was on the ground as well. Hope had swept my damn legs!

“What the f—” I started, as Hope jumped on top of me, rolled me around so that I was on my back on top of her, with her hips squeezing firmly around my waist and her arms hooked under mine and interlocked behind my neck.

While Hope could easily apply pressure and cause a lot of pain, she didn’t. Instead, she put her mouth to my ear.

“Got you now,” Hope whispered in my ear. Was that what this was all about?

I tried to get out of her hold, but she held firm.

“Ah ah ah, you’re mine now,” Hope moaned.

“It turns you on beating me up?” I asked through exasperated breathing, trying to wiggle out of her grip.

“I didn’t beat you up, Bran… I made you submit,” Hope said and licked my face.

While it was incredibly uncomfortable to be in this position, I couldn’t help but help getting turned on getting tossed around like this by Hope, who was much smaller than me. And her talking down to me was kinda hot too. Even licking my face!

I finally had to resign that I wouldn’t get out of this hold unless Hope wanted me to, so finally, I tapped out. She luckily released me, respecting the tap.

“With the boxing and grappling, you’ll become a real household bully,” I joked. But Hope didn’t take it that way. She looked like I had slapped her.

“What?” I started, feeling my heart fall through the floor, but Hope threw herself into my arms.

“Sorry, Bran… Sorry, I didn’t realize what I was doing! I didn’t know I made you feel that way!” Hope cried into my chest. Fuck, I didn’t mean it like that. I must’ve triggered something.

“No no, I didn’t mean it like that, Hope. I think it’s hot with strong women, sometimes it’s hot for a guy like me to be tossed around. I didn’t mean to call you a bully, I apologize,” I said earnestly. I really didn’t think of what I said.

“It’s not that… I mean sorta, but…” Hope said. With a resigned sigh, she slumped down on the couch.

“Can I tell you something?” Hope started. “I haven’t told anyone… It’s embarrassing, but I have to tell someone. And you’re… my boyfriend. Please.”

“Of course. Anything,” I said, understanding that the following conversation held some gravity.

“Maybe… Can we talk in the Camry? I feel it’s more private,” Hope said, looking around the living room. I guess Mel and Maia might get home soon.

“Sure, lead the way.”

Hope sighed heavily as we sat into the Camry. Hope sat in the driver's seat and me in the passenger's seat. I knew this was one of the moments where your mettle is tested, that this was one of those things that were between two trustees. Hope turned to me.

“I know you’re transparent with mom, but please. Can this be between us?” Hope said, staring me straight into the eyes.

“Sure, of course,” I said, zipping my mouth.

Hope turned to stare ahead, at nothing in particular. She let out another sigh, waving her hands in front of her eyes. We sat there a few moments in silence. I didn’t want to push her, so I let her take her time, resigning myself to looking at her, waiting for what she needed to tell me.

“It was easy for me to… renounce da… David,” Hope began. A few more moments of silence. Hope held out a hand and I took it. She squeezed it hard and let go. Never letting up her thousand yard stare.

“When I turned 18, David tried to… He had always…” Hope began. I drew in my breath sharply. Adrenaline started to shoot through my body.

Hope hadn’t said it yet. But I knew now why she was the way she was. Depressed. Hesitant. Taken a year off of school. Hope being the oldest.

It also sort of explained how she almost fell for an idiot like Jeremy.

It also explained why she was more opt to love and affection rather than sex. It was something she was not comfortable around, and she needed comfort. Both to have sex, but also to exist. The comfort of being safe.

This pure, kind girl… To think that big oaf had tried himself on her…. It made me wonder what kind of other abuse David was dishing out. I hadn’t really asked. It wasn’t exactly the kind of topic one brings up out of the blue. I made a silent vow that yes indeed she was safe. Her, Mel, and Maia. As long as I was breathing, no harm would ever again come to this family.

“He was drunk, as he usually was, and he came up to my room. I could tell something wasn’t right. He never came to my room. Pretended to want to tuck me in. But throughout my teens, he always made… comments…. So he was sort of rubbing on my leg on top of the blanket. I knew what he wanted, but I froze. I was paralyzed like I couldn’t move. And then he heard something downstairs… He said he would be back later, but… yeah well Mom met you and threw him out not long after.”

Never once did Hope shed a tear. Instead, her mouth was trembling, and her hands were trembling as she was clutching the steering wheel. I couldn’t take it. I grabbed her hands and pulled her into me, hugging her tightly.

While I wished I could beat David to death right here and now, I had Hope right in front of me, trembling from the emotional release of spilling out her trauma. I kissed her cheeks, rubbing her back gently. I held her for forever.

“So that is… why I am who I am,” Hope said, departing from our embrace. I put a finger under her chin and guided her deep blue eyes to mine.

“Hope. You’re very brave. I am very fortunate to have met you. You, Mel and Maia, you’re my family now. And I am very thankful you trust me enough to share this with me… Fuck, sorry, I just wish I could beat the shit of that idiot,” I said, still holding her hands. I didn’t want to release the physical contact.

“Never mind that… I… I actually feel relieved telling you this. Like now. Now I can move on. Now I can be who I want to be. You’re to me what mom is to you, I guess. Though, I think it will take time getting used to this. And this does not mean both me and mom dating you. That has been fine the whole time. It’s just… I have a hard time dealing with love. Like I am almost afraid of love.”

I slowly nodded. It sorta made sense. A parent should show love, but not the way David did. And he didn’t even do it out of love. I can’t fathom the particulars, but usually, it had to do with control and greed. Neither of which correlated with expressing love. It created a distorted expectation of what love is.

And then for Hope to meet a guy who showed what real affection looks like. Me. I knew she had a crush on me since we first met, though I was a bit oblivious at the time. Maybe she saw how happy her mother was, and then met the guy who made her that way and saw that I was not a douchebag like Jeremy or a scumbag like David. Hell, even back then she had been checking me out in more than one way.

“But let there be no doubt. I love you, and I am very excited about the future. For the three of us,” Hope said, breaking our moment of silence.

“Can I continue this moment of clarity and talk to you with about something else?” she asked. When she saw my face, she quickly added, “No, no more trauma. It’s about college and that stuff. And you have my permission to consult mom.”

“Thank god,” I sighed.

“So. I don’t know if I want to go to college. No, hear me out. There are two reasons. First, I don’t think it’s for me. Yes, I can learn skills and blah blah blah, and maybe I’ll do it later. But since I’ve finally kind of opened… my shell or whatever, I thought more about what I wanna do, and it does not involve college. In fact, I want mom to use the savings she saved for my college, and do it herself. I know David fucked it up for her, and that she has had regrets about it since, so I want her to do it. I know she won’t go without a fight, but I think she should take the opportunity. And like her, I can do it later if I change my mind.”

“So what, you gonna hang around all day?” I asked, realizing I was almost sounding like a dad.

“No, new daddy. I was checking out a bit… There is an auto mechanic class I wanted to try, at the public school, and I think they might let me in next year during the fall semester. In the meantime, maybe I can help you with the fixing-shit-cars-and-sell-them thingy? While wrapping up high school, finally?”

I sat thinking for a bit. It did make sense. Like why go to college, if you didn’t want to? If you had other plans, like a vocational school, or a business, maybe it wasn’t as bad after all. Maybe it could be a good thing.

“Well… It’s not a bad idea, and I think it’s good to pursue your dreams. So… I will probably back you on this. If dropping college and slouching around was the option, it would be a hard no, but hey. You have a good head on you,” I said. Hope smiled at that.

“Though, convincing Mel to take the money she saved for you, that’ll be a challenge. Lets sit on it a bit, think out a strategy for your mom. But first, let's get dinner started.”

*

Already the next day I found Hope under the Camry, the sounds of a wrench turning. I knew she was more of a car person than I was, and I guess it was truly flourishing now. Hope was clanking under there, singing along to the chorus of “Just Can’t Get Enough” by Black Eyed Peas. It wasn’t normally the kind of songs Hope listened to, but she had adopted a much brighter cheery mood lately. Which in many ways made me proud. I couldn’t help but think I was part of the reason for her new view on life.

“How you doing down there?” I asked, directing my question to Hope’s feet. Even if she was listening to Black Eyed Peas, she still wore black combat boots.

“Hey babe,” Hope said, rolling from underneath the car. Her hair was a bit disheveled as she sat up and she had a bit of soot on her freckled nose. It made her look so damn cute. “Is it okay if I find a buyer for this thing?”

“Sure. What you doing down there?” I asked, getting down to her level, brushing her blue hair out of her face.

“Changing the exhaust,” Hope said, looking at me with a smile I just had to kiss.

“Great. Sure, if you find a buyer go ahead,” I said. “Talked to your mom? About college?”

“Partly… She wasn’t too thrilled about me not going, but hearing my plan B made her not as… pessimistic I guess.”

“She just wants you to succeed,” I said. Hope nodded.

“I know. And I want to succeed,” Hope said. “But my way. She’s in the kitchen.”

Hope rolled under the car again as I got up.

“Hey babe,” Mel said, giving me a slight feeling of deja vu. She was in a good mood, so maybe Hope's plans had landed better than expected.

*

On the morning of thanksgiving, I took a quick jog, both to clear my mind, to burn some extra calories before the poundage I would rain upon my stomach when I got home later. But also to talk with my big sister Jenna, who lived all the way over in Seattle. I had initially had some small plans of going up there for thanksgiving, but my roots were sort of settling here in Courtington, Indiana.

At first, I felt bad for canceling on my big sis, but seeing how important it was to the folks we helped out, made it all worth it. Jenna, my sister also seemed supportive of me being a dutiful boyfriend as well as an active member of my new community. Besides, I had contemplated something like volunteering before, so this was sort of the stars aligning in my favor. Again and again, those damn stars would align for me.

“Here you go,” I offered to an older fellow. He smiled a toothy grin at me.

“You the boxer?” he asked. I was a bit perplexed. I wasn’t a huge name or anything. Sure, I won a bit here and there, but that was all amateur boxing.

“I’ve been known to punch people in the face, yes,” I chuckled.

“I used to box too,” the man chuckled behind his bushy beard and brow. “That Carlos Fernando, he’s real good isn’t he?”

“Heh, yeah tell me about it,” I answered. My first loss was to that guy. I knew his slickness in the ring a bit too well.

“I will. He’s a pro now. 5 and 0 already. A prodigy. Though, people say you’d beat him in a pro fight,” the old man chuckled.

“I’ll let you know if it comes to it,” I chuckled back. “Extra bread?”

As an extra favor, I even volunteered to lag behind and wash the dishes, put chairs in place, and all that mumbo jumbo. Back home turkey was waiting, but something about helping out just hit the right spot with me. It was important stuff, you know.

“But you can head home if you wanna,” I told Maia. She seemed sort of eager to get home. Maybe I was experiencing some first-time volunteering feelings. In that regard, Maia was way more experienced.

“It’s freezing,” Maia complained.

“Take the Cherokee,” I suggested. While Hope never got the license, Maia actually did. Though, I don’t know if she ever really drove.

“Really? You’ll let a 17-year-old girl drive your car? Wasn’t it just fixed?” she asked, folding her arms.

“Meh. Just make sure if you hit someone that you take them out after. No body, no crime,” I said, waving her off. Maia laughed at my stupidity. To end the discussion I tossed her the keys.

“I’ll jog home. Boy am I gonna need it if Mel’s cooking up a whole turkey, gravy, and the whole lot.”

“Put those muscles to good use and hurry up then. Resident Evil isn’t watching itself,” Maia said, pulling her pink jacket on. “See ya.”

I waved her off, turning back to the work ahead.

So after an hour or so of shuffling chairs and folding tables, I was about to head into the kitchen to see if there was anything else I could do before heading out. But as I made my way to the back, I got a phone call from an unknown number.

Commonly, I am very hesitant about taking phone calls from unknown numbers. The last time I did, it was an emergency, with Mel having been in a car accident. Something back then had told me to take the call. That dreadful feeling was hanging over me once again.

“Hello?" I said, a bit unsure.

“Hey, it’s Pete. The neighbor you bought a Camry from?” Pete said urgently, and before I had time to respond, he barged on, “You better head home, some shit is going down at your place. There’s a police car outside and a crashed car.”

*

As I came running up the street I could already see the car wreck of some coupe banged into a streetlight. Right next to it was a police car. The front door was wide open. I hurried over to the police car and found a cop lying on the ground, clutching his leg.

“The fucker shot me!” the guy exclaimed as I came. “Backup is on the way.”

“The girls, they still in there?” I said, barely able to breath. If there was a gunman involved, and he was in the house with them… All the possible imagery flashed through my head.

Before the cop had time to say anything, I was bolting inside the house.

“Hey! Don’t go in there! He has a double barrel!” the cop yelled as I ran inside.

I saw dirty footprints leading up the stairs, and I followed up. I could hear the angry yelling of some guy I knew all too well who was.

It was none other than David. At the end of the small hallway, I saw him standing by me and Mel’s door, banging wildly and yelling all kinds of profanities.

“Get the fuck outta there, right now! We gotta go now!” David yelled through the door. I quickly look at his hands. No shotgun there right now. That was enough.

“Mel! GEEET THE FUU— oh- UMF.”

In the middle of his pathetic screaming, I turned him around and clocked him right in the mouth. He was a good 6 inches taller than me, and probably 50 pounds heavier, but I was a fighter who was in prime condition, he was just a drunk loser.

Still, when he shot his fist into my stomach, the wind was knocked out of me, and I stumbled back towards the stairs. David lunged for me, but I slipped to the side, sending him stumbling down the stairs.

Not really thinking straight, I made myself over to the door instead of dealing with David.

“Hey, you guys alright in there?” I called out.

“It’s just me…” Mel said, creaking the door open. “Isn't Maia and Hope with you?”

Then I heard a small yelp from downstairs. I turned and jumped down the stairs as fast as I could. David had found where they were hiding. Both of them had been hiding in the bathroom downstairs. If he couldn’t have Mel, then he’d get his daughters. I came down the stairs as fast as I could just in time to see David drag the girls out of the bathroom. Hope shoved him hard, and David stumbled backward.

Hope then jumped in front of Maia immediately, trying to shield her little sister. She let out a small whimper as David punched her straight in the face, closed fist even. Maia tried to run away, but David kicked her in the back.

The next thing I knew, I sat at a desk. I blinked a couple times at the fluorescent light. I looked up. This is not home. And why does my hands hurt so much? I looked down. They were bloody. A long gash had ripped open my right hand from knuckle to wrist. Blood was slowly trickling down. How did this happen? And why was I so dizzy. I raised my eyes and saw some guy in a tired suit and a big mustache talking. Was he talking to me?

“- so that is why we had to—” the man said, in the middle of something.

“What happened?” I asked, rudely interrupting the guy, but I had to know. What happened to Hope and Maia? To Mel?

“Ah, this happens sometimes,” the bushy man said. “Let me take it from the top. Bran, I am Detective Jackson. You’re at the police station. You’re not under arrest, we’re just cleaning up on some details of what happened tonight.”

“What… What happened?” I asked again.

“Well, it’s kinda hard to tell—”

“Where’s the girls?” I asked, frantically. Detective Jackson looked at me with sympathetic eyes. Dread sunk over me. “Please tell me.”

“They’re… they’re right over there,” he said, pointing to the other side of the room. They sat talking to each an officer it looked like. I rose to get over, but Jackson quickly got up from his desk and put a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“Sit down, son. They’re okay. It’s all okay. We’re just collecting a bit of detail for the case against David. He's racking up quite a pile,” Jackson said.

“Case? I need to talk with them, Detective Jackson—”

“Call me Joe.”

“I need to talk with them. I’ll tell you anything you need. Just let me talk with them,” I almost plead desperately, looking longingly at them. They looked fine. They talked almost cheerfully with the cops by the looks of it.

“Hey. Son. Let’s focus on getting a solid case on this David eh? We need to get him the fuck off the street, am I right?”

“Where is he?” I asked, feeling my anger build up again.

“He beat up two small girls and shot a cop. Let’s just say, we’re fans of the yellow pages here in the department for scumbags like him,” Joe chuckled, gesturing to one of the interrogation rooms.

“Ah, here we are,” Joe said, swinging his arms welcomely at a female cop who just came in with a case of beer. Joe snatched one and handed it to me.

“Here, you earned it,” Joe chuckled.

“I’m starting to realise that I might not be in trouble?”

“Hah! Trouble? After the beating, you rained upon that fucking asshole? AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA” Joe laughed heartily, making the girls looking over, smiling. It was like everyone was privy to a part of this tale that I wasn’t.

“When the cops came you had laid some pretty good ground work on that idiot,” Joe said, sitting down on his desk in front of me, yanking the beer out of my hand, cranking it for me, and handing it back.

“No, you’re a hero around here. That guy has been a real hassle for years. And it has only been ramping up, until he finally fucked up and stepped in through your doorway,” Joe told, giving my shoulder a friendly squeeze.

“We’ll have a pretty little nurse look at that hand of yours, and if you keep things at a discretion, we’re gonna pregame a bit, then head down to the bar and have a small celebration. It’s thanksgiving after all!”

I dared finally take a sip, starting to grasp the situation.

“So let's go through your relationship with David. It’s not important, just a small detail about his character and motive, yadda yadda yadda. That crap.”

So I slowly started to tell Detective Joe Jackson how I had met Mel, moved in with her and how David had been tossed out. I tried to include the abuse, but not trying to give out too much of what Hope had told me.

“He’s a fucking pervert,” I mumbled.

“Really? How so?”

It was by accident, but I glanced over at Hope, who smiled back. I gave her a wink, then I turned back to Joe, realizing the hint I’d just given him. He looked at me gravely.

“Ah. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it on the down low, no need to cause any further harm. We have plenty on him. Just makes me wish that Officer Gallo had been a bit more reluctant in pulling you off of him. Fucking disgrace,” Joe muttered in a dangerous tone, looking at the interrogation room.

I looked at him. I could imagine a guy like him, in his 40s or early 50s, he probably had a family himself. Some guy, who was sweating profusely, stuck his head out from the interrogation room. He gave a short nod to Joe.

“Okay, I’m gonna pretend I’m telling you something real funny, and you’re gonna laugh and we’re gonna down ourselves some beers,” Joe said, handing me a new one. Somewhere along the way, I finished my first one.

The door to the interrogation room opened, and a big burly man, or the shell of one, came out. He was barely recognizable from David, but it sure was him.

“The face is your work, we only did some… body work,” Joe leaned down and muttered. “Okay let’s go.”

Then Joe bent up, and turned more gregarious.

“So that’s when I told him ‘that’s not a fish, that’s your wife!’” Joe said out loud, booming with laughter.

I joined in too, and we clinked our cans and downed our beers as David got escorted past us and into the cell area. I could’ve sworn his swollen eyes got wider as he saw the comradery I seemingly had with the force.

Same second David was out of earshot, we let down the charade. Fucking surreal, but I enjoyed the mental torture we emposed on that douchebag.

“Well. Have another beer, I think we have someone who wants to talk with you. And I’m not only talking about your family,” Joe said, nodding towards someone behind me.

I turned to see Mel, Hope, and Maia finally come over. Behind them stood two female cops too, biting their lips, giggling slightly as they gave small waves. I gulped. Oh lord.

“My hero,” Hope beamed, throwing herself at me before I even had time to get up. Mel and Maia were on me shortly after too.

When they pulled back, I saw that Hope had a black eye and that her lips were slightly swollen. It tore at me to see her like this. But she had been so brave. I was so proud of her.

“How you guys been?” I asked.

“Well, it was scary, but it’s all good now. We’re safe here, and especially with you around,” Mel said, kissing me on the forehead.

“How’re the bruises?” I asked Hope.

“You should see the other guy,” Hope joked. I chuckled too. No doubt he was a pulp by now.

“And you two?” I turned to Mel and Maia.

“My ribs hurt, but I’m okay,” Maia explained, rubbing at her side.

“And I just have my wrist a bit bruised, but nothing like my dear hero and my brave little daughter,” Mel exclaimed, cradling Hope’s freckled face and kissing her proudly on the cheek.

“So let’s finish these cases and head out!” Joe yelled out, handing out more beers.

*

Turns out that the cops also frequented Your Mom’s House. Not that I did, but it was the only one I knew.

“So that is Pamela, that is Vanessa Copeland, these two guys we call Mac and Cheese. Mac is Irish, and Cheese is, you guessed it, Italian. They’re the one who came on the scene after. The guy who got shot is, good guy, he’s Zeke. He’ll join another time,” Joe explained, pointing out the different cops that joined us. He pointed to several other officers too, but there was a lot to remember.

Getting drunk with the cops turned out to not be as intimidating as one would expect. At first, I guess I was a bit standoffish, scared of stepping wrong. But when soberness was substituted with severe drunkenness, I guess inhibitions and prejudice disappeared. Turns out Mac and Cheese were thoroughly impressed by how hard I’d fucked up David. At first, it brought me unease to know what kinda damage I had dealt upon another person. But the cops, who have the darkest sense of humor, reminded me what kind of piece of shit David was. And still am.

Joe Jackson was, as I suspected, a family man. He proudly showed the images of his eldest son, Tyler, and his younger daughter Miranda, who was around my little sister’s age. I didn’t quite catch the details of them but they seemed like great kids.

“How you doing?” Hope asked, finding me at the bar. I had a small break from the chatter, talking tattoos with George instead.

“Tired.”

“I’m guessing you’re getting pretty popular nowadays,” Hope said, rubbing my arm. I looked around the room, having had my back to it for a while. I guess I caught a few stolen glances. “You have no idea how sexy you are. Confident, kind. Sweet. Ready to throw down if need be. A true alpha.”

“Pff, don’t get caught up in that type of stuff,” I snorted. Hope gave me a light peck on the cheek.

“And humble too,” Hope said, giving me another peck. I honestly kinda wanted her to continue, drag her and Mel home and have them both wreck me, but I felt like I had to hang around for a bit more at least.

Later, me and Mel at some point joined some of the guys outside for a smoke. Mel nor I smoked, but it was nice to get a breather.

“You think you’ll be able to fight with that hand?” Mac asked, puffing his cigarette, pointing to my wrecked right hand.

“I think so,” I said, studying it. Sure it was objectively stupid to risk my boxing career like that, and perhaps it was all over, but not beating up David was never an option.

“Well, I need a refill,” Cheese said. Both of them left us.

I looked at Mel. Last time we were here she had a red silky dress. Man, I yearned to see her in that dress again. She made any dress look good. Or did she look good in any dress? I couldn’t tell. Now she wore some casual jeans, a flannel shirt of mine, and a white t-shirt. She looked great in that too. Mel blushed slightly as I stared at her.

“You’re beautiful,” I said. Mel smiled at me.

“I was a bit worried you’d think otherwise after you got with my daughter,” Mel confessed, looking away a bit, shyly almost. It wasn’t often she was timid.

But it made sense. Her past relationship wasn’t the best, and maybe she didn’t know what to expect after giving Hope and me the green light.

“Heh, don’t you worry about that, I’ll never stop loving you and everything about you,” I said, pulling Mel into my arms. She smiled down at me. Then she turned serious again.

“I… I don’t know if I want to live in that house anymore,” she said. “I know we can’t afford anything yet, but we need to get outta there. If nothing else, then to truly lay all that behind us for good.”

I looked into her eyes. I could tell this was real talk. And I guess it made sense. Everything that had happened between her and David had happened in that house. And now he was a thing of the past, literally knocked out of place by the future. It made sense to not want to go back.

“I agree. While I don’t wanna barge in and tell how thing should be—”

“Let me stop you right there. We’re in a relationship. We’re together, Bran. Together. Double that for yourself. So your opinion is just as valid as mine. I know you like me taking the lead, but in these manners, it’s best we’re on the same page,” Mel said, putting me a bit in my place. The young guy in me had shone through a bit much, I guess.

But Mel smiled warmly at me, giving me a kiss on the cheek, letting me know that it was alright.

“Yeah well. I agree, then. Hell, it would be nice to get outta that area anyhow,” I confessed.

“Maybe if I turn pro I can earn a bit extra. And Hope and I with the car thing, the part-time accounting. Maybe we can get this going sooner rather than later? I’ll probably get more time to do more work when I’m done with college.”

Mel looked content with that. Our mutual optimism for a new future at a new place lingered in the air between as we slowly moved back and forth, more or less absentmindedly moving to the music from inside. It was nice to share these moments with Mel. It was like I could feel myself maturing, and our relationship grow.

“It’s settled then,” Mel said, shining bright down at me. “I don’t have a lot of demands, but we need a good bedroom with room for a big bed.”

I looked at her quizzically. But Mel went on, daydreaming.

“Maybe guest rooms even. A yard we can build a pool in. Fence off the nosy neighbors. Maybe we can even get a few dogs and really settle in in a new home. Bran, we need to do this,” Mel said with her known intensity.

The night seemed to go on and on. I talked with everyone and all but mostly hung with Mel and Hope. Cops telling stories from the force and beers were the menu throughout, which was nice. A lot of laughter was abound, and it was in general a good time. While I was certainly drunk, I was by no means shitfaced. There was luckily no absinthe.

“I’m guessing Resident Evil is getting a rain check, huh?” Mel said, slumping down next to me, and resting her head on my shoulder. We were sitting in the same booth where me, Trent, Benny, and the twins once upon a time had sat in.

“Heh, I guess so,” I said. “And the damn turkey.” Fuck, I had been looking forward to that.

“Oh, you wanted some stuffing, eh? I guess we could still get that arranged,” Mel whispered seductively into my ear. Of course, I felt the reaction downstairs.

“By the way, big boy, I think you have some fans,” Mel added.

Her warm, sensual voice of course got to me, but she guided my eyes over to Pamela and Vanessa, two of the cops who had joined us out.

“You think they wanna add to your tattoos?” Mel moaned. Was she really talking about that? Now? And with two whole other women? Mel didn’t seem like she was joking.

Still, I couldn’t help but look over at them. Pamela was a platinum-blonde girl but looked like she could handle her business. In great shape, by the looks of it. Her friend, Vanessa, was an Asian chick. Much smaller, but seemed to be well-shaped, at least her uniform strained hard in the front.

They were talking with Hope, as a matter of fact, but all three seemed to throw glances at me, and Hope had her half-smile as they did. I gulped again. Was I about to get thrown around between a bunch of women like a piece of meat? The prospect wasn’t the worst one.

“Eh, I’ll sign some autographs, but maybe we’ll head home now?” I suggested. It was getting late and some of the cops had already left. Joe was talking with George in the bar, but he had stopped drinking a while ago.

“Nonsense. Big shots like yourself should entertain your fans,” Mel said, flicking her tongue at my ear. Fuck. This woman knew how to get me going too well.

“Well, guys. Maia and I will head home. Should be safe now that… well anyway,” Hope said as she strolled over. Under the supervision of cops, she had chosen to not drink anything. Might as well.

“I’ll join you,” I said. Hope pointed a finger at me.

“No, you won’t. You have… other things to tend to,” Hope said and winked at me, stealing a glance over at the cops. “It’s only right you reward these fine cops for their dutiful work, anyway. Don’t you agree, mom?”

Hope waved at me and headed out. Mel spun me around and kissed me deeply in response. It was like time and space disappeared as she ravaged me. I could tell she was turned on, and that it was in fact time to head out.

Vanessa and Pamela scooted into our booth as we broke up the kissing.

“That is sooo hot,” Pamela said.

“We heard you like to give some hard pounding?” Vanessa said, looking at me with the most sultry eyes. “Does that extend to bad girls too?”

I was never too good with pushy girls like this, so I had no idea how to respond. With Mel it always felt natural, as she was not scared at all getting what she wanted from me. Luckily Mel came to my rescue.

“Oh, he’s more than capable of that too,” Mel said, smirking at me proudly, leaning down to shove my tongue into my mouth, right in front of the two young cops. Was this her way of asserting her dominance in the presence of these two young hot women?

I felt a hand on my thigh. Then another. I broke from the kiss to check what was going on. All three ladies were looking at me expectantly, Pam and Vanessa rubbing on my thighs, biting their lips.

“You guys… wanna frisk us over at our place?” Vanessa asked. She seemed the most eager of the two.

“What do you say? Wanna bang some policewomen?” Mel asked me.

Before I knew it, Vanessa had shoved her face into mine, darting her tongue against my lips, pressing hard to get in. Without thinking, I let her in, while Pamela was moving her hand dangerously close to my cock.

“Oooh. Someone’s got lots to play with,” Pam said excitedly.

“How about we take you out into the cop car, drive somewhere nice and warm and you bang the shit out of us?” Vanessa suggested, breathing a bit heavily. I could tell these women really wanted it.

Before I knew it, Vanessa and Pam dragged me to my feet, escorting me out, Mel eagerly moving to hold the door.

“Take care, champ,” Joe yelled after me.

“Have fun,” Mac winked at me, as I was more or less dragged out by these three hot women.

It was weird sitting in the back of a cop car. Even weirder sitting between a hot Asian chick and my hot cougar girlfriend, with the bombshell blonde Pam driving the cop car to their place. Vanessa had opened the first buttons, showing a lot of her cleavage as she leaned over me, clutching my shirt as we made out. I could taste the beer and bubblegum on her breath, but that didn’t matter. I felt myself growing. A lot.

“Is that a gun, or are you just really happy to feel these big tits?” Vanessa moaned into my mouth, shoving my hand onto one of her breasts. I winced a bit, as she had reached for my right hand. She didn’t notice, just squirming as she started rubbing herself against me.

“Let me get those buttons,” Mel moaned.

“I could use the ease of pressure,” I said, opening my mouth for Vanessa to shove one of her nipples into my mouth, clutching my head.

“Haven’t anyone told you you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full?” Mel teased. Vanessa laughed in delight.

“That’s a felony, you need to be punished,” Vanessa moaned, pulling my eager mouth more into her. I couldn’t help but moan, especially when Mel finally fished out my rock-hard cock and started tickling it with light touches.

“Damn, I want in on that,” Pam said from the front, hitting the blue lights so that she could burn a red light.

Soon enough we were all four stumbling into a small dark apartment at the other side of town, me getting tossed around between the very eager women. The three-seater in their living room was soon occupied by me in the middle, Pamela on my right, Vanessa on her knees in front of me fumbling with getting my pants down my legs, and Mel on my left biting her lips seeing these two hot young women so eager for her man.

It was a major turn-on for her to see these hot bombshells find me so desirable. I could feel her rubbing my chest, proudly looking on as Pam took her turn to get a taste of my mouth, which I happily accepted.

I suddenly gasped into Pam’s mouth as I felt something warm and wet around my cock, starting to slide up and down my length at quite a rapid pace. Like this wasn’t the end goal, but just the precursor of what was to come. Or cum. And just before I did, Vanessa pulled her mouth off my cock.

“I can’t believe some of us are lucky enough to get this everyday she wants,” Vanessa moaned, exchanging a knowing smile with Mel.

“Oh he can be quite a handful,” Mel said, shoving a hand down my shirt and on to my pecs.

“I think he can be that in more places than just a hand,” Vanessa said and turned. She inched her tight blue work slacks down her thighs, revealing her naked, round, and well-shaped ass.

Vanessa didn’t even take the extra second to slide her orange thong off, she just slid it aside as she lowered herself down onto me. I would’ve yelped out loud, but I was still muffled by Pam who didn’t seem to get enough of fucking my mouth with her tongue. Drool and slop had long since started to trickle down, but that didn’t seem to deter her.

“Go easy, he’s pretty thick,” Mel warned Vanessa.

Vanessa quickly lowered herself as far down as she could, only managing half of my inside her, before she had to pull back up. She didn’t seem to be able to take all of me, so she started bouncing up and down in my lap. Pam finally let me go so I could admire the fucking I was getting from this hot piece of ass. I gave Vanessa’s sexy ass a slap.

Though Pam let go of my mouth, it didn’t seem like I was getting any breaks. Mel slid down her own panties and climbed up, standing on the couch with feet on both sides of me, knees leaning into the back of the couch, lowering her pussy into my mouth. Now, this was something I absolutely could get into. I loved eating out Mel more than anything.

I raised my hands to clutch her sexy cheeks and pressed her into my mouth, eating with abandon, pressing my tongue hard against her folds. Parting them, tickling them, and circling around, before sucking lightly on her clit as I gave her fast flicks. I could feel through her ass bucking against me that she was getting real into it.

Then the clamping wetness around my cock disappeared. And so did Mel’s warm pussy from my mouth. Instead, Mel got up, turned, and sat down hard on my cock, shoving me inside her. Pamela quickly took Mel’s place. I was barely able to take in the view of her bare pussy before she had shoved herself onto my face, clutching my head forcefully.

“Fuck I’ve waited to sit on this face for so long now,” Pam moaned out, trembling all over as I eagerly ate her out.

Pamela seemed so into it she immediately started bucking and cumming all over my tongue. If it wasn’t for Mel clearly reading the sign of my own orgasm, stopping in time, I would’ve shot my load already. Luckily Mel slowed down.

I wondered what Vanessa was doing. Looking up from Pam’s pussy I saw the hot blond and the smoking Asian in a hot make-out session. I focused on their wet tongues colliding, invading each other’s mouths back and forth. My cock pulsed hard inside Mel. Fuck, watching these two hot ones making out like that was almost too much. Mel quickly got off, however.

“Want a go?” Mel offered. Pam spun around and bent over the coffee table.

“I want to feel the full power of those power thighs,” Pam said, wiggling her thick ass back and forth. I looked at Mel, who handed me a hand to help me to my feet so I could give this young cop the business.

I got up behind her, sawed my cock between her cheeks once or thrice, then lined up and shoved myself inside her wet entrance. Pam squealed in delight at the sudden penetration. I gripped her around the waist and started thrusting into her hard and deep, Mel at my side, rubbing me around the pelvis and up my abs. Having her sensually touch me while frantically fucking this hot young blonde made me pulse hard inside Pam. I didn’t have much left in me now. Having fucked all three hot women in one go, after so much teasing, and so much kissing, and so much licking all over the place… I was merely a mortal man.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I moaned. I didn’t really know these women, so I didn’t know how well it would go over if I came inside them. Or on them.

Mel seemed to know how to deal with it, though. When I pulled back, she snaked her hand down to my shaft, angled it up, and lowered her mouth on it, taking it deep into her mouth. Tasting Pam’s wet juices, but that soon got overflowed as I came hard into Mel’s mouth. Fuck. There was nothing better. I know I just had banged these two hot cops, but nothing beat cumming into Mel’s mouth. It was simply the best.

After several spurts, it became too much, however. Mel had taken big loads from me before, but the angle didn’t allow her to swallow fast enough, so it started dribbling down onto Pam’s thick ass.

“Oh shit yeah! Fucking cum on my ass,” Pam moaned. In reply, Mel took my cock out of her mouth and jerked it over Pam’s ass, shooting several spurts onto her. Pam’s eyes rolled back into her head and her lids flickered.

Vanessa was quick to lick up the cum as it spurted out across Pam’s back and ass, and as the spurts subsided, she even lowered herself to eat out Pam from behind, sending her colleague into a quick orgasm. Pam seemed like she was really into this.

But that was it. All spent, and the deed done we all laid sprawled across the living room, all four panting from the exhaustive excursion. Slouched back on the couch, I looked over at Mel, who met my eyes. She smiled warmly at me, reaching a hand over to cradle my face in her long fingers. I met her hand with my cheek.

“Want a beer?” Pam suddenly said in front of me, offering me said beer.

“Sure. Why not?” I was drained and my throat was hoarse, so any beverage was welcome.

“You guys are so good together!” Vanessa said, studying Mel and I.

“We are,” Mel said proudly. Fuck. Anytime she did that, spoke of our relationship with pride, it made me weak in the knees. Even as I was slumped back in the couch.

“What are those tattoos?” Vanessa said, crawling up on my left side.

“It’s all the girls he ever slept with,” Mel explained. I really was a passive participant in this conversation, huh.

“Oooh. You’ll have to get new ones then. Blue kisses on the ribs? That’d be hot.”

“It would be painful,” I chuckled. The ribs were probably the worst place to get tattooed, I imagine.

“Well. We better make it worth your while, then,” Pam said, who then got out of a recliner, and started crawling on her hands and knees towards me. To me, it was a bit phony, but when in Rome, right?

“What you say, Mel, you think I can get your man hard again?” Pam teased.

“This virile young man? I’d be surprise if you didn’t!” Mel chuckled, leaning over from my right, offering my cock to Pam

Pam eagerly shoved her mouth down my length. It was still just semi-hard, she was able to take me almost all the way down. But as I grew, her bobbing head was slowly getting pushed off. Loud slurping filled the room as Pam tried to get me as wet as possible. Finally, I had enough. I rose her to her feet, turned her around and bent her over.

“Fuck yeah, boss her around, that dirty skank,” Vanessa cheered as I entered her colleague.

Vanessa shoved the coffee table away, allowing Pam to get on all four instead. She then moved to the left of use and got down on all four as well. Mel did the same on my right.

“Line ‘em up,” Mel said in a sultry voice.

After giving Pam it all for two solid minutes, I moved to Mel. I had to say, as fun and exciting as it was to have these three women at once, it was Mel that was the greatest. Perhaps that was due to the connection we shared as a couple, but still, I would rather be with just Mel. The struggles of success, I guess.

After taking my sweet time railing Mel through moans of orgasmic pleasure, I moved back to Vanessa. It didn’t take long before it again became to much for me, and this time I shot my load across Vanessa’s back. Pam did as Vanessa did earlier, eagerly got to work to lap up my sperm from the shapely Asian chick.

Once again, we fell over into a panting frenzy in our fourway post orgasmic bliss. It had truly been a wild night. First getting drunk with the cops, then bone the police women? Pff, this was surely a night for the history books. At least for my sake.

Sensing it was ready to go, we slowly started to get dressed. Pam and Vanessa gave us wicked smiles and small waves as we headed out, now fully sober.

“So… How was it?” Mel asked, smiling devilishly down at me, as we made our way down the stairs of the two story apartment building.

“I am kinda dealing with it being real. Did that really happen?” I asked. Mel bent down and gave my cheek a peck.

“It certainly was hot seeing how ready those two were for you,” Mel said, reminiscing what had just happened. “Vanessa wanted to kiss me,” Mel added.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“I didn’t let her… I don’t know, I didn’t really care about them in that way. Like I know that sounds cold, but all I wanted to see was you perform. And boy did you show those girls another world. You’ve probably ruined them for any future men that will come their way,“ Mel teased.

I didn’t really have a reply to that. Didn’t really think about it that way, but it seemed to get to Mel in all the right ways. I just shrugged.

“Hey!” someone called behind us. It was Vanessa.

“Lemme drive you guys. It’s way too late and cold outside. Police escort for Courtingtons finest,” Vanessa smiled.

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