ASL2: Chapter 67 "Relationship Maintenance"

-- CHAPTER 67: Relationship Maintenance --

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-- THURSDAY, MAY 28, 2009 --

“So apparently you have to specify which addresses are listed on a restraining order, and while Yvaine and Summer got their new house and Cal Berkeley added, they never filed the paperwork to add The Nest to that list,” I explained into my phone with a sigh. “And even though there’s also a ‘stay away’ clause, since this Toby guy never actually approached Summer - just me - he didn’t technically violate his order. The police told us to submit the paperwork to update whatever additional addresses we need - The Nest, The Aerie, The Birdhouse, Bert and Lynne’s apartment, and the gym off the top of my head. And until those addresses go through, Summer’s going to stay here at her mom’s place.”

“Are you gonna stay there at Yvaine’s, too?” Dawn asked on the other end of the line. She’d driven over to The Nest last night immediately after I’d called to explain that Summer’s abusive ex-boyfriend had showed up, and then Yvaine came over to explain that Toby had been released from prison on parole after a year for good behavior. He’d been off their radar with no expectation that he’d figure out where Summer now lived, let alone show up at the house unannounced to check me out before walking away into the darkness. Ultimately, Summer had gone to sleep with me and Dawn sandwiching her on either side. But in the morning, Dawn had to drive back out to Cupertino for her internship while I took the day off from work so that Adrienne and I could talk to a domestic violence lawyer about our options and relocate Summer to her mom's place until the address paperwork went through.

Now it was early afternoon, and I confirmed for Dawn, “Yeah, I’m staying here for as long as needed, but hopefully it doesn’t take too long for the addresses to get added. Plus, the lawyer is reaching out to Toby’s parole officer. Even if he didn’t violate the letter of the law, coming all the way to Berkeley and showing up at the house isn’t a good look.”

“True. Hopefully we can get some confirmation that he’s back in SoCal or otherwise out of the picture. This shit is scary. He’s not even my ex-boyfriend and I was shaking last night.”

“It IS scary,” I agreed. “But we’ll get through this. I’m gonna take care of Summer as best I can, and hopefully after a few days this whole thing can blow over and we can get back to normal.”

“I hope so.”

“I know so. We’ll be fine,” I assured her.

Dawn sighed. “So certain?”

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I have to believe it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not gonna let my guard down and I know we’ll all do whatever we need to protect her. But we can’t live the rest of our lives in fear of this guy, either. It’ll take time, but we’ll get through this. I know it.”

“I wish I shared your optimism.”

“I’ll just have to have enough optimism for both of us.”

“I don’t want you feeling like you have to do this all on your own. Maybe I should leave work early. I can’t focus here anyways.”

“You can’t leave an internship on the third day of the internship.”

“I know… I’m still driving back to Berkeley as soon as I get off.”

I made a face. “Traffic’ll be a nightmare.”

“I need to be there… for you both.”

“Not gonna try to talk you out of it any further. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Text me if anything else comes up.”

“I promise.”

Dawn took a deep, calming breath and then exhaled slowly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. See you tonight.”

****

Having called Dawn from the living room to help keep my voice from being too loud or distracting, I headed up the stairs and found Adrienne alone at Yvaine’s desk in the loft. The plan was for her to hang out with us for the day before returning home in the evening to stay in The Nest with Eden. She had her laptop open and was rather listlessly clicking and typing, clearly just going through the motions. And when she looked up and saw me, she immediately closed the lid.

“Summer still asleep?” I asked quietly.

Adrienne gestured toward Summer’s bedroom. “Yvaine’s in there with her, watching.”

I nodded as I dropped onto the couch. “Getting your social media stuff done?”

“Sorta. The ICON team takes care of that stuff for me now, you know that.”

“But you’re still supposed to review and approve whatever they want to post, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s hard to get myself in the right mindset. I just gave them a bunch of blanket approvals without really looking at it and then started reading up on domestic violence legal FAQs. Not fun stuff to be researching. I wonder what kind of Google ads I’ll start getting after this.”

I snorted. “Find anything important or interesting?”

“Interesting? Sure. Important? I dunno. I’m hoping that this Toby guy just goes away and that nothing of what I read will need to get put into practice.”

“You and me both.”

I exhaled slowly and evaluated Adrienne’s expression. She looked… worn out… for lack of a better term. None of us had slept very well last night, and she’d been pedal to the metal all day today calling lawyers and doing research while I’d spent the bulk of my time comforting Summer. But now that Summer had let us talk her into taking a nap after lunch, I saw an opportunity for Adrienne and me.

“Hey…” I began, opening my right arm invitingly. “C’mere.”

My Tigress smiled and after taking a moment to gather herself, she pushed down on the desk chair’s armrests, stood up, and came to join me on the couch. Turning around, she nestled herself beneath my right arm and closed the gap between us when I puckered up, giving me a tender kiss.

“How’re you holding up?” I asked her.

She blinked. “Shouldn’t I be asking how you’re holding up? It’s your girlfriend you’ve been supporting all day.”

“You’ve been as stressed out as I’ve been, if not more. Plus, I asked you first.”

Adrienne sighed. “As you said: I’ve been stressed out. But I can handle it. The guy’s not MY ex-boyfriend and being able to focus on tangible things within my control - like learning all these domestic violence laws and procedures - certainly isn’t as emotionally taxing as I imagine it’s been for you.”

“Well, you’ve had to work your brain more than I have all day. I’ve done little more than hold Summer in my arms and reassure her that we’re all here for her.”

“She appreciates that, by the way. Yvaine too. Both of them are keenly aware of how little support Summer’s had for the past several years, so to have us drop everything to be here with her like this - plus Dawn commuting back and forth to Cupertino - it means the world to both of them.”

“Glad to know. At the same time, it doesn’t seem to be a very high bar to cross to merely be better than all of Summer’s previous asshole boyfriends.”

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t diminish how important to her you are, and how important it is that you’re here with her now.” Adrienne gave me a brave smile and leaned in to peck my lips. “And I’m here for you.”

“Thank you,” I told her sincerely. “It means the world to me that you’re here, using your contacts to help us find lawyers who can help explain this stuff, and doing all this work to get the details sorted.”

“Mr. Hampstead says the new addresses will all be updated on the restraining order by tomorrow. It means we’ll be able to go back to The Nest if Summer wants.”

“She said she wanted to,” I confirmed. “She feels bad for uprooting you, me, and Dawn. Plus, tonight was supposed to be our one-on-one date.” I squeezed her tightly for emphasis.

Adrienne pecked my lips again. “Bigger fish to fry at the moment. I’ll survive.”

“But you were looking forward to this, I know.” I took a deep breath. “I talked to Dawn on Monday before she left. She told me that you’ve been… ‘fine’… and that this time with so many of the girls leaving during the week to do their internships, it’s a good opportunity for me to spend a little more time with my Tigress and do some relationship maintenance.”

“I don’t need extra relationship maintenance. I’m… uhhh…”

“You’re ‘fine’?” I smirked.

Adrienne sighed. “You’ve got a girlfriend and a toddler and a demanding career. I get it.”

“And now my girlfriend has an abusive ex-boyfriend with a restraining order showing up in our backyard late at night.”

“Exactly. You’ve got bigger fish to fry, and I don’t want to ever be a burden on you.”

“You’re never a burden.”

“I’m always a burden.”

“You’re a part of my life, a very important part of my life, and I want to spend more time with you.” I rubbed Adrienne’s upper arm and nuzzled her cheek with my nose. “Shit’s going down right now with Summer’s ex-boyfriend and we’ve had to pivot our priorities, yes. But I tell you truthfully that I’m really disappointed we don’t get to have our date tonight, and I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“You don’t need to make up anything to me. This isn’t a debt that’ll need to be repaid. Or am I supposed to promise to make it up to you as well because we don’t get to have our date tonight?”

I waggled my head. “How about we both go out of our way to make our next date extra-special for each other?”

Adrienne smirked. “And exactly how do I make a date extra-special for you? Let you cum in my ass twice or something?”

I snorted. “Not everything in my life has to revolve around sex.”

“Eh, it kinda does, though.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Then perhaps I should cum in your ass twice to make our date extra-special for you.”

Adrienne giggled and sighed while snuggling herself back at me and rubbing my forearm.

I held her closely, and we both lapsed into momentary silence while enjoy the simple pleasure of each other’s embrace.

But eventually, Adrienne took a deep breath and exhaled. “Jokes aside, the only thing I’ve ever wanted from you is your love. Your presence. It’s like you’ve kept telling Summer all day, ‘I’m here for you. I’m here for you. I’m here for you.’ As long as you’re here for me… here with me… that’s all I really need.”

“I AM here for you, and I’m here with you. Forever and Always.”

My Tigress smiled and leaned in to kiss me again. “Forever and Always.”

****

While Summer and Yvaine each had their own bedroom in the house, the third bedroom had been converted into an exercise room with an elliptical machine, a weight bench, a large floor mat, and a barre bar across one wall covered in floor-to-ceiling mirrors. After Summer woke up from her nap, she and Adrienne changed into tight spandex and decided to get a workout in.

Yvaine, though, wasn’t in an exercising mood and she excused herself to go take a nap of her own, having spent the past two hours sitting in a chair next to Summer’s bed reading a paperback. The older woman was very much into trashy romance novels, it would seem. Summer once joked that the only way I could be sexier for her mom would be if I grew my hair out to Fabio length and maybe even dyed it blonde.

After Yvaine left, I took my shirt off and joined the girls in the exercise room. Adrienne started on the elliptical while Summer put herself into the splits on the floor mat while beginning a series of stretches. I grabbed a pair of dumbbells, sat on the weight bench, and did a few curls while ogling the girls. When Summer bent all the way forward so that her chest was on the mat while her legs were still spread out in full side-splits, I found myself thickening a bit in my shorts at the sight of her heart-shaped ass put on full display only a few feet in front of me. I hadn’t gotten laid since yesterday afternoon, fucking June over the conference table while we scrolled through Summer’s sexting photos with Adrienne and Uli. But as soon as I started ogling, I took a deep breath and pivoted to recline on the weight bench instead so that I could do shoulder presses and keep my gaze pointed elsewhere.

“I didn’t mind you looking,” Summer said quietly.

I glanced back at my girlfriend and found her in the same bent-over pose but looking at me through my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that covered the far wall.

Folding her hands beneath her chin, Summer sighed and said, “Admittedly, I’m not in the mood right now, but that doesn’t mean you should be going without.”

I glanced over at Adrienne and found her looking back at us but still going on the elliptical. She gestured with her eyebrows and I felt like I could hear her voice in the back of my head scolding, Don’t look at me! Pay attention to your girlfriend. And I quickly returned my gaze back to Summer’s reflection.

Pursing her lips, Summer looked thoughtful for a moment before pushing herself upright. Her upper arms squeezed her big tits from the sides, creating incredible cleavage in her scoop-necked sports bra, and she smiled. “You know, I think this whole thing may have actually been more stressful for my mom than me. We all know how much she worries about my safety and security, and this whole thing has to be triggering her worst nightmares. I think she could really use your special form of therapy.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You’re my girlfriend. My focus should be on you.”

“Translation: ‘My sense of moral obligation won’t let me abandon a woman I’ve pledged to love and support without her explicit approval,’” Adrienne explained.

Summer grinned. “Please, Ben? I know you want to reassure me that you’re here for me, but this is something I can do for two people I love. I can tell you’re horny and probably can’t even remember the last time you went a full twenty-four hours without having sex, and Mom’s super-stressed out. It’ll be good for both of you, and I’ll relax more knowing you’re both taken care of.”

“You know she’s right, Tiger,” Adrienne added. “And I’ll be right here with her.”

I waggled my head for all of three seconds before chuckling. “Not gonna argue with you.” Setting down the dumbbells, I slipped off the bench and knelt to give my girlfriend a sweet kiss.

“You’ll probably have to order Mom to do it, though,” Summer advised. “She’ll have the same mental block against enjoying herself while I’m, quote, ‘suffering’. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s tried martyring herself for my sake.”

I smiled and rubbed her cheek. “Look at you, all calm and collected and looking out for everyone else’s best interests instead of dwelling on your own problems.”

“That nap did me a lot of good,” Summer stated with a smile.

I arched both eyebrows and continued caressing her cheek. “It just goes to show you’re stronger than you think.”

She raised her hand to hold mine and leaned her head into it a little more firmly. “If I have any strength, it comes from you, Adrienne, and Dawn. It comes from this… this family.”

I smiled and leaned in to kiss her. “That’s because this family is where you belong.”

****

Yvaine’s bedroom door was closed, so I knocked gently, idly wondering if she’d already fallen asleep. But after a few seconds’ hesitation, she called out, “Who is it?”

“It’s Ben,” I stated calmly. “May I come in?”

“Uh, one moment!” she called, sounding a bit flustered. It then took perhaps thirty seconds before I heard the sound of the doorknob lock being released before she opened the door itself and stood to the side, asking uncertainly, “Yes?”

I arched an eyebrow. “May I come in?”

“Uh, certainly.” Yvaine blushed and bowed her head for a moment, waves of brilliant red hair dropping down to cover half of her face before she swept them behind her ear and then turned to walk back into her room. She always kept it very neat and uncluttered, the life of a single woman who didn’t need to work for a living, although I knew she liked to pay attention to the stock market and do a little day-trading. Having not left the house all day, she wore satin pajamas and a house robe over the top, and led the way back to her bed where one side of the covers had been pulled down.

I paused to close the door behind me, although I didn’t bother to re-lock it, and then followed after her. I took note of the trashy romance novel on the bed, the fact that her pajama pants weren’t quite centered correctly, and the distinct aroma of aroused pussy in the air. After spending two hours reading her novel in Summer’s bedroom while her daughter slept, I figured the stressed out woman must’ve come into her own room and locked the door to masturbate. So it was with that idea in mind that I grabbed Yvaine’s wrist right before she got to her bed, yanked her back towards me, and then bodily spun her around so that she was facing away.

“Spread ‘em, Pleasure Doll,” I growled right into her ear from behind, releasing her wrist and instead grabbing her waist with both hands.

“Ben, I don’t think now is the best--”

“I gave you an order, slave,” I growled before taking a healthy swat at her ass.

[THWACK!]

Yvaine shivered and bowed her head forward. “I want to obey, Master, but my daughter--”

“Summer told me to come take care of you,” I intoned quietly, placing my hand on Yvaine’s ass and rubbing it firmly. “She knows this situation has you stressed out, she knows her boyfriend hasn’t gotten off in a while, and she wants us both taking care of each other, understand? Now spread ‘em, Pleasure Doll! That’s an order.”

“Yesss, Master,” Yvaine hissed, shivering before reaching back with both hands to take hold of her waistband and peel both her pajamas and panties down to mid-thigh before grabbing hold of her globes and spreading them wide.

As soon as her booty was bare, I gave Yvaine’s creamy white cheeks a caress and slipped my fingers into the gap between her thighs. My digits probed her pussy, parting her folds and then delving inward to collect her natural moisture before pulling out to use as lubrication for me to rub her clit.

“You’re fucking soaked, Pleasure Doll. Buffin’ the muffin in bed, were you just now? Tsk, tsk. I’m disappointed in you. Why would you selfishly waste all that effort on yourself when you knew that your Master was in the house and hadn’t been fucked all day? Hmm? That’s not being an attentive slave now, is it?”

“I’m sorry, Master. Won’t happen again, Master.”

“See that it doesn’t.” I suddenly shoved three fingers into Yvaine’s cunt from behind, pumping them roughly while she grunted and groaned and bent over at the waist. Instead of holding her cheeks apart, she lost her balance and planted her palms atop the mattress while I fingerbanged her steaming snatch. And without letting up one bit, I leaned over her back and growled, “You are hereby forbidden from playing with yourself whenever I am under the same roof, do you understand? Unless I give you express permission, you are not to touch your own clit while I am in the house. Come find me. Tell me of your need. I might give you permission and send you on your way. I might take care of you myself. I might even… I might even order Summer to do it for you.”

“Holy FUCK,” Yvaine exclaimed and promptly came, primed as she was from her own masturbation session before I’d even walked in the door.

In a flash, I had my shorts down around my knees and I brought my big dick up between her legs. The statuesque redhead was still shivering in orgasm when I suddenly slammed my swollen schlong straight into her saturated snatch in a single shove. The impact knocked her forward and face-down across her bed while her feet remained on the floor. And at full-depth I grinded my throbbing dick within her cunt while leaning over her prone body to growl, “But not today, Pleasure Doll, not today. Today is just for us. Understand?”

Shivering and shaking beneath me, Yvaine nodded as she moaned, “I understand.”

“Not today,” I repeated. “But soon.”

****

Waterfalls of ecstasy cascaded in a thundering roar straight into the sacred pool of Yvaine’s sensual intimacy. Broiled to searing heat by the fires of lustful passion, the pleasure filled her to the brim until it overflowed in naked waves that crested her peak over and over again, splashing and crashing in a cacophony of blissful rapture and elation that spirited her soul to the very heights of… bliss? ecstasy? passion?

You used those words already.

I know, I know. Shit, I’m not one of Yvaine’s trashy romance novelists.

Whatever. Yvaine doesn’t care whether or not you can write the stuff, so long as you could DO the stuff that makes waterfalls of ecstasy cascade in a thundering roar straight into the sacred pool of her sensual intimacy.

Agreed.

The point is: the gorgeous big-titted redhead was pinned beneath my heaving body as I pounded her over and over again until she elatedly exclaimed in exquisite ecstasy. She was screaming, I was screaming, and I filled her climaxing cunt with liquid love to fill her wet box to the brim until it overflowed in naked waves that crested her peak yadda yadda yadda.

She’d needed it.

I’d needed it.

And we both felt better.

When the world came back to both of us, we were sweaty and panting, both naked atop her bed. Yvaine’s exceptionally limber legs were pinned back by her ears, with my hands holding her calves down to keep her folded in half beneath me until after I’d finished filling her up. Presently, I let go of her legs and she spread them out to the sides in a stretch before wrapping them around my waist and crossing her ankles behind my ass. She then took hold of my head and glommed onto my mouth in a fierce kiss that belied her evident exhaustion, until at last all remaining energy left her and she finally flopped back across her bed with all four limbs going askew.

“Fucking hell,” Yvaine groaned, the look in her eyes that of an exceptionally satisfied woman as she sighed quite rapturously. “You’re incredible.”

“Glad to be of service,” I grunted, pecking her cheek before doing a pushup and rolling over onto my back. “I think we just got in a more intense workout than the girls.”

“You’re probably right,” Yvaine replied with a chuckle. “I work out all the time, but your way is soooo much more fun.”

I laughed right along with her, feeling a buoyancy in my soul that I certainly hadn’t felt since before Toby showed up outside my house.

For another minute or so, both of us simply stared up at the ceiling, recovering from our athletic shagging session. But eventually, Yvaine groaned and rolled over so that she could pillow her head on the left side of my chest while I wrapped my arm around her. She let out a quiet groan, with a note of anguish in it that made me pick my head up and look down at her in worry.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Started thinking about Summer’s ex-boyfriend again?”

“No…” she whispered in a very quiet voice, just barely audible. “Something… worse. Well, maybe not actually ‘worse’. I don’t know. I’m so torn!”

“What is it?” My tone was gentle but reassuring.

“I started wishing Dawn was here to slurp out the creampie and snowball it back to me. I love the way you look at me whenever she does that. Your eyes just… they glow.”

I chuckled. “I do have a thing for watching girls snowball my sperm.”

Yvaine’s voice dropped to that barely audible whisper again. “And then I started imagining it was Summer instead.”

I chuckled and stroked her spine. “That’s definitely not worse than Summer’s ex-boyfriend.”

“Isn’t it though? That’s incestuous.”

“Does it turn you on?”

Her voice went super quiet again. “Yes…”

“Are you getting wet thinking about it right now?”

“Can’t get any wetter. I’m already soaked, and half of that is your fault.”

“True.” I chuckled. “Seriously, though, there are a lot of worse things in this world than lesbian incest - abusive ex-boyfriends chiefly among them. I don’t judge, nor would I have any issues with you and Summer if that’s what you both wanted.”

“I know you wouldn’t. We’ve already pushed that line pretty damn close with the foursomes, and I know Summer’s masturbated outside the door lots of times listening to me and Dawn.” Yvaine blushed and looked up at me. “Hell, Dawn’s told me about having sex with her own sisters. She’s told me about the many times they’ve shared you, actually. The stories she’s said about Dayna slurping your jizz out of her messy cunt before crawling up her sweaty, naked, post-orgasmic body… two sisters locked into a torrid embrace while their man’s semen gets passed back and forth from tongue to tongue…”

I smiled at the imagery. “Well, there you have it. So you really don’t have to worry about negatively impacting my opinion of you.”

“But Dawn and her sisters are all siblings. Summer’s my daughter. There’s a power dynamic there that would get… complicated… if we were to have sex with each other.”

I shook my head in the negative. “What happens between Pleasure Doll and Master’s Pet in the bedroom under Master’s supervision has no bearing on the relationship between Yvaine and Summer outside the bedroom, understand?”

Yvaine turned that over in her mind, but after a moment she took a deep breath and shook her head. “I appreciate you trying to absolve me of guilt for my forbidden feelings, but I’m not sure I can actually let go of my parental responsibility.”

I pursed my lips and frowned at her.

“What you and I do together… what you did to me just now… it’s a game,” she began. “We’re roleplaying. I absolutely relish the way you take charge of me… physically… sexually. You really are as good as advertised, and you’ve made my body absolutely sing. It’s exquisite.”

Yvaine took a deep breath and exhaled. She’d been rubbing my abs while waxing poetic about my bedroom abilities, and her hand slid further south to begin petting my semi-hard schlong still slimy from her orgasmic fluids. She stared up at me with fire in her eyes as she continued, “The day after Steven broke up with me by text, I was… I was a wreck inside. I’d like to think that I didn’t show it, that I was still able to project a façade of outward calm.”

“You succeeded,” I confirmed. “I had no idea until you told me.”

She gave me a weak smile and shook her head sadly. “I was at a real low point and felt like I was barely holding it together. I never meant to actually sleep with you. It was a moment of weakness when I decided to just give in to an absolutely insane urge to fuck my daughter’s boyfriend. And even once we got started, I told myself over and over, ‘Enjoy it this one time because it’s never gonna happen again. It’s never gonna happen again. It’s never gonna happen again.’”

“Obviously, it happened again.”

“You’re too good, the way you make me feel. When you asked me to go get another blindfold and I returned to find you just absolutely pounding Summer’s ass, saw the look on her face and the joy she felt inside, it was… incredible. You were so beautiful together. I felt so… alive. I felt like I could feel what she was feeling. It was an incredibly erotic moment, more inspiring than any of the scenes I’d read about in my novels. Watching my own daughter get… owned… I wanted…”

Her voice trailed off as she shook her head, eyes unfocused as she stared in marvel at a memory so vivid it looked like she was reliving it here and now.

But after about a minute of reminiscence, the light in Yvaine’s eyes dimmed. She pursed her lips and looked up at me, shaking her head. “I realize that Summer and I have gotten really close to crossing the line these past couple of months. Kneeling before you taking turns sucking your beautiful, perfect cock and kissing our way along its length on opposite sides. Our lips may have even touched ever so slightly.”

My semi-hard prick jumped a little at that remark, and Yvaine giggled since she still had her hand on it, caressing my ultra-soft skin.

“There was that last time I was riding your dick while she sat on your face. You made her cum and she collapsed backwards against me. It felt so strangely intimate to hold my daughter’s naked body in my arms while she swooned and shuddered in ultimate pleasure, all while you continued pumping me from below. I had the strongest urge to bend down and kiss her open mouth while she moaned in ecstasy, to help her feel even more loved than she already did.”

I started getting harder, and Yvaine shifted her hand from caressing the underside of my prick to circling my shaft with her hands so she could more properly stroke me.

“And then there was that time last Sunday when you were fucking Dawn at the foot of the bed while Summer and I each nursed on one of her nipples. You held both of our heads in your hands, and when the pressure increased, I swore you were about to order us to kiss.”

“I was,” I said softly, “but held back because I didn’t think you were quite ready for it.”

“I would have done it,” she mumbled in that barely audible whisper, “if my Master had ordered me to.” In her tone was an undercurrent of desire. Very clearly, I knew that she wished I had so ordered them. But a split second later she flinched and swallowed down the bile of disgust with herself.

“You might have hated me for that order afterward,” I said softly, only fractionally louder than her whisper.

“Perhaps,” she admitted, exhaling slowly and taking a deep breath. She stopped stroking my dick, removed her hand entirely, and then looked up at me. “Please, Ben. In the bedroom, I am yours. I will obey your orders without question. But right here, right now, I’m asking you: Please don’t give that order. I want to do it. God help me, I want to have her. But I can’t. I just can’t. Summer still needs her mother, do you understand? So… please? Don’t make me do this.”

I nodded slowly and hugged her close to my side. And with a reassuring smile, I told her, “I promise.”

****

-- FRIDAY, MAY 29, 2009 --

A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. The curtains in Summer’s bedroom had been shut, but there was a half-inch of space between them, and at this very time on this very date, the sun’s rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow to hold her from the opposite side, and as my senses came alive, the fingers of my left hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming. My right hand firmed up over her hip, gently holding her in place while I reflexively ground my erection into her panty-covered ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her red flame hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

My erection was rigid and ready to go. Complete consciousness had not yet flooded my brain, so all I was really aware of at the moment was the awesomely big breast in my hand and the deep cleft inviting me to hot-dog her buns. And I exhaled softly with an aroused groan as I prepared to make my erotic dreams into reality.

Letting my right hand drift southward from my girlfriend’s bare breast, I automatically slid my digits into her panties and across her bald beaver in search of her pink taco. Very briefly I felt my fingertip drift across her prominent love button but continued further, and once I felt the cleft of her labia, I pressed between them in search of her natural moisture to use as lubrication to tease her awake. But her pussy lips were quite dry and cinched together, resisting my probe. And a moment later, that information finally made its way through my semi-lucid brain to inform me that my normally nymphomaniac girlfriend wasn’t sexually aroused in the slightest.

My eyes popped open and I jerked my head, now waking up completely and realizing the situation I was in. I yanked my right hand out of Summer’s panties and rolled onto my back to stop my dick from hot-dogging her buns.

Summer had been awake, and she glanced back at me over her shoulder. “You didn’t have to stop,” she mumbled quietly.

I needed a second to calm down from that momentary surge of adrenaline, but after taking a deep breath, I exhaled and rolled back up into a spooning position with my girlfriend. Cuddling her closely, I nuzzled the back of her neck with my nose and then tilted my head to kiss her cheek. “Sorry. Habit. I didn’t mean to pressure you.”

“I know it’s habit and you aren’t pressuring me,” she replied softly. “We wake up and have morning sex far more often than we don’t. C’mon… Go back to fondling me. Please?”

“Summer… you’re not remotely horny. I can tell.”

“Doesn’t matter. I want you to. I want to satisfy you.”

“I don’t need you to satisfy me right now.”

Summer stiffened immediately, and I realized I’d somehow said the wrong thing. She curled inward into a fetal position, and I could almost feel the tension in the air thicken as she closed herself up emotionally.

“Summer… hey…” I soothed while rubbing her thigh. “I just meant to say that I’m happy to hold you like this with no expectation of morning sex, alright?”

“But I’m…” she began before her voice faltered, and although she had started to turn back at me, she visibly deflated and curled right back up into a fetal position. And in the same kind of barely audible whisper her Mom used, she mumbled, “I’m letting you down.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am. You’re Big Ben who’s used to waking up and having sex first thing in the morning. You’re my Master and I’m supposed to be servicing your needs. I wish you’d just push it into me and find your satisfaction whether I’m aroused or not so I could feel like I was still doing my job, but I already know you would never do that to me. I’m letting you down by not being in the mood.”

“You’re not letting me down. Your abusive ex-boyfriend showed up at your house two nights ago and you’re rattled. Maslow’s pyramid, remember? I don’t remember exactly where sex and intimacy come on that chart, but I’m sure that Safety and Security are higher priority. If your sense of safety is being threatened, you’re never gonna feel horny.”

“I should feel a sense of safety though, shouldn’t I? Here in my mom’s house? My boyfriend holding me in his arms while Mom and Dawn are in the next room? Actually, there’s a good idea. Why don’t you go over to their room to get laid?”

I snorted and tightened my arms around her. “You know I’m not leaving you.”

“Send Dawn over here so you can pound Mom. Or actually, send Mom over here instead. When was the last time you and Dawn had sex? Monday?”

“That’s not important. Dawn and I can survive a few days without banging each other.” I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Plus, she’s gonna have to leave soon to get to work. She’s probably downstairs already.”

“Then we’ll both go over to Mom’s bedroom so you--”

“Summer, seriously,” I cut her off. “I don’t need to have sex and wouldn’t enjoy it right now anyway. You’re not letting me down. I’m exactly where I want to be right now, holding you in my arms, doing everything I can to make you feel safe?”

“And I love you for it. But I feel like my problems are cramping your style.”

“Taking care of you and your problems is my style!” I chuckled and stroked her cheek. “Don’t you remember? The genesis of our relationship comes directly from me holding you in bed, just being here for you. Supporting you in ways other than sexual. Don’t get me wrong: I love the sex. You are absolutely incredible. But you mean so much more to me than just another sexual plaything.”

I propped myself up on my left elbow and looked down at my girlfriend. Summer turned her face to look up at me, royal-blue eyes wide and shimmering.

“I’m not one of your ex-boyfriends who wanted to own you for physical pleasure. Deep down, I’m the same guy you went to high school with, the one who helped you study for finals. I didn’t need you to put out for me then, and I don’t want you to ever feel obligated to put out for me now. Whether it’s because an abusive ex-boyfriend who just got out of jail suddenly reappeared in your life, or you don’t feel in the mood because you simply don’t feel in the mood, I’m never going to expect you to service me. Do you understand?”

Summer blinked several times, shaking her head slowly. “No, actually… I don’t.”

I winced.

“I mean, I get what you’re trying to tell me,” she explained, “about not feeling obligated to service you if I’m not in the mood. But… I DO feel that obligation. I can’t help it. The girls talk about your White Knight impulses, an almost irrational compulsion you have to take care of the girls around you. Dawn wishes you’d neutered Paige Jacobsen’s feelings for you before they ever got off the ground. Sasha told me about you bringing Elyse into your house after she turned drug addict. Kim was a self-described submissive. June termed herself an asexual android. Now you’re looking after me and my mom. If you ask me, I think your personal Maslow’s pyramid is a little screwy when it comes to the way you rank doing things for others as a more basic need than your personal safety. And in a way, I suppose, so is mine.”

I arched an eyebrow. “In what way?”

“My therapists don’t like the term submissive. They diagnosed me with a form of Dependent Personality Disorder. It’s not that I’m incapable of taking care of myself or making decisions. It’s just that… I’m more comfortable being in a relationship where someone takes care of me. I absolutely hate being alone. Before I moved into The Nest, Mom and I always left our bedroom doors open, and more often than not I’d wind up slipping into her bed so she could hold me. Maintaining those bonds is very important to me, and ensuring the happiness of whoever is responsible for me so that they never… abandon me is… It’s everything to me.” Summer quailed as she stared up at me, on the verge of tears. “I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

“I promised I’d never abandon you, and I never will. But I need to make clear that my promise is not dependent on you… servicing my needs.” I sighed. “Your previous boyfriends may have made their sexual gratification a requirement for their continued supervision, but clearly I have no shortage of lovers readily willing to help out in that regard. It’s not all on you to satisfy me.”

Summer winced. “That just makes my anxiety worse. If Dawn and Adrienne and Eden and even Mom are all satisfying you… then what the hell do you need ME for? When you told me right after we woke up, ‘I don’t need you to satisfy me,’ all I could feel in that moment was how much of an absolute failure of a girlfriend I am.”

“You’re not a failure.”

“I appreciate you telling me that, but it doesn’t change the pain I feel inside.”

“So you’d rather I just tug your leg aside, push myself in, and rabbit-hump you until I find ejaculatory release even if you’re not aroused at all?”

Summer stared straight at me, and with utmost sincerity she nodded and replied, “Yes, absolutely. Because then I’d know I’d taken care of you. You have your irrational compulsion to take care of others, and so do I. I’m only too aware right at this moment that you haven’t fucked me since Tuesday night when you trussed me up like a turkey and tethered me to the ceiling hook. It’s been three days now. Is that not the longest you’ve gone without fucking me since we got together?”

I waggled my head. “Probably, but there are extenuating circumstances here and you know it.”

Summer nodded. “I do know it. But right here, right now, I couldn’t care less about Toby. The only thing stressing me out right now is the feeling that I’m failing you. I’m being a burden not worth your time without even granting you the benefit of sexual relief.”

“Then maybe we should redefine the expectations of this relationship. Change the dynamic so that you no longer feel any obligation to provide me with sexual relief as a condition of your continued place at my side. Hell, maybe we should stop having sex entirely for a while so we can establish a relationship based on non-physical intimacy first.”

“Oh, please God, no,” she blurted immediately, clutching my forearms. “Not just for your sake, but for mine. Do NOT order me to stop having sex with you, especially if you’re going to continue fucking everyone else.”

I winced. “Well I suppose for a while I could stop fucking them as well.”

“No, no, absolutely not! Are you not listening to me? My entire sense of being and purpose is wrapped up in ensuring YOUR happiness! Now maybe some people wouldn’t understand that or insist that I’m living my life the wrong way, but I can’t help them with that. I know what I am and I know what I’m not. Do you think I want you going celibate for MY sake? Do you think I want to be the cause of my boyfriend - my Master - not getting sexual release? You do that and I might very well kill myself to remove the problem entirely!”

“Whoa! Whoa!” I stiffened immediately. “If that was a joke, it’s not funny. And let me make very, very clear that if you ever hurt yourself, THAT would be the truly failing me. Please don’t ever make me worry like that.”

Summer winced immediately and began to say something, but I held a hand up before she could.

“That one was my fault,” I apologized. “I admittedly didn’t think that plan through.”

“Doesn’t matter, so long as you understand how important this is to me. I need you to fuck me now, Ben.”

I popped both eyebrows. “Wait, WHAT?”

“I need to know I can still satisfy you. I need to know you still have use for me. Please?”

I rubbed my forehead. “I don’t… Summer… I’m still reeling from you threatening suicide ten seconds ago and I am NOT in the mood.”

“See??? I’m failing you AGAIN.”

“You’re not failing me, this is just a really weird situation and--”

“Please? I need to do this for you. I NEED this… NOW.”

“Summer, I… I’m not remotely hard.”

“I can take care of that.” With a sudden burst of energy, my girlfriend pushed me over onto my back and started scrabbling for the waistband of my pajama pants.

“Summer. Summer. Summer!” I grabbed her wrists and physically held them back and away from my pants. And setting my jaw, I growled up at her, “This is NOT what I want.”

She deflated immediately and the waterworks turned on. When I released her wrists, rivers of tears started streaming down her cheeks and she shook her head several times before pivoting on her knees, clapping both hands over her face, and bowing forward until her forehead was on the mattress. “I’m a failure…”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead again, frustrated by the situation. Despite everything that was going on, Summer’s irrational compulsion to service me demanded that she help me find sexual gratification. My irrational compulsion to support her demanded that I do what she wanted to make her happy, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to fuck her in my current state of emotional turmoil. Hell, I knew there was no way I could get hard right now even if I’d wanted to. It was a very surreal position to be in, and I had no idea what to do.

And then Dawn entered the room.

I didn’t hear the door open or otherwise notice my best friend’s presence until she suddenly appeared next to the bed. She was dressed to go to work, in cute business casual attire, light makeup, and freshly brushed ice-blue hair held back by a chic headband. She went straight to Summer, caressed the crying girl’s face, and then began whispering into the redhead’s ear.

Summer whimpered, whispered something back, and Dawn looked up at me, her sky-blue eyes piercing. Dawn nodded her understanding, even chuckled a bit, and finally returned her attention back to Summer. The redhead was still on her knees, but she sat up and shook her head sadly. Dawn caressed her friend’s face, gave her a warm smile, and then leaned forward to tenderly press their lips together.

I breathed in the sight of the two gorgeous girls kissing. They were unhurried and not particularly passionate. Rather, Dawn sought to give Summer comfort and love. Their mouths twisted together in sinuous waves, interrupted by moments of breathy panting as they adjusted their angles and then moved back together, building up their harmony.

There’s something quite unique about the way two girls kiss each other compared to the way men and women do it. Less sexual, more sensual, and definitely quite pleasing to the eye. While there had certainly been times when Dawn kissed Summer as a Mistress, taking ownership of the other girl and conquering her, at this moment they were very much partners, friends… and maybe even sisters.

I’d seen Dayna and Dawn kissing in this same manner before, although in this case the roles were reversed as Dawn took on the nurturing “big sister” lead. It wasn’t foreplay as a prelude to fucking but rather more like a conversation for the sake of a conversation. Without words, Dawn communicated support and reassurance as she nuzzled their noses together, gently drew her parted lips across Summer’s side-to-side while they both panted breathlessly into each other’s mouth. Their eyes remained open much of the time so they could stare into each other’s souls. And by the time Dawn closed her eyes, clutched Summer’s head, and for the first time plunged her tongue down the redhead’s throat with pent-up sexual passion, all of Summer’s tears were gone.

The mood in the room had certainly changed.

After releasing Summer, Dawn then turned her attention to me. My soulmate still hadn’t said a word to me, but she crawled across the bed like a panther stalking its prey, sky-blue eyes afire with naked lust. My heartbeat had already quickened at the sight of the erotic lesbian liplock before me, but now I felt it thudding in my chest as my eternal lover approached. I had shifted to sit up comfortably against the headboard, and Dawn came straight up to me, leaning forward and inhaling sharply before letting out a keening moan of mixed love and lust as she kissed me with volcanic passion and plunged her tongue into my mouth in the same way she had done with Summer moments earlier.

At the same time, her hand slipped beneath the waistband of my pajama pants and encircled my rapidly-growing prick. My best friend only made out with me for a minute before yanking down the offending garments to free my upright column of manmeat. And then bending over my lap from my left side, the most beautiful girl I’d ever met swallowed my shaft right down to the root, humming happily as she surrounded my big dick with her throat.

I trailed the fingers of my left hand through Dawn’s ice-blue hair before setting the whole hand down atop my best friend’s head in silent instruction to maintain the deep-throat.

When I looked up, I found that Summer had crawled over to my right side and gave me a coy smile. I reached to her, taking hold of her head and tugging it towards me. My girlfriend and I went straight to the possessive ownership kiss, me dominating and she submitting to accept my tongue into her mouth. I kissed her hard and I kissed her fierce, just the way I knew she wanted it. And then taking up a few locks of my best friend’s hair in my left hand, I tugged Dawn’s head off my prick while simultaneously guiding Summer’s head down in her place.

I groaned when the redhead’s hot mouth surrounded my schlong, staring in supreme satisfaction at the sight of her sweet face skewered by my stiff shaft. Dawn sat up on her heels and smiled down at Summer as well, but after watching the other girl go to work on me, my best friend scooted over to peck my cheek and only then speak to me for the first time.

“Gotta get to work, babe,” she affably remarked. “I’ll see you tonight.”

I smiled, glanced down at Summer’s face impaled on my prick, and then returned my gaze back to my soulmate. “Thanks Dawn. You’re the best.”

She winked at me and then slipped off the bed, replying rather cockily, “Yeah, I know.”

I smirked and gave her a little wave.

Dawn leaned over to gently pat the top of Summer’s head, and then she was gone, disappearing as suddenly as she’d appeared. With the door closed and the room silent save for the sounds of Summer sucking my dick, it almost seemed as if she’d never been here at all.

A minute later, I gently tugged on my girlfriend’s red flame hair. “Climb on and service me, Pet.”

Summer’s eyes absolutely sparkled as she replied, “Yes, Master.”

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