Do not feed after midnig.., p.22
Do Not Feed After Midnight, page 22
Stevie raised her hand slightly, and Andie nodded, and Stevie said, “So, some memories that made you want to act... like you did? Sexually?”
Andie said, “Yes. Apparently. Look, it isn’t that easy, and nobody should expect what I just went through as easily as I did, but this is kind of a weird romance or something, right? Where you two fall in love in a heartbeat and I do that and have a neurosomatic opening experience? Hey, something happened to me, and I plan to just accept it for what it feels like.”
Stevie said, “So, Andie, you’re in love with Jake?”
Andie sighed and said, “I am. That’s why the contract is void. I can’t demand anything. I have no rights to fight for. I can’t claim a relationship. I can’t force or enforce anything.”
Stevie said, “Not in this context?”
Andie said, “Not in this context. And, my decisions about my sexuality and the responsibilities and consequences have to be up to me. You guys helped me, and I would have been in even more trouble and probably in really bad shape by now if you hadn’t put me under that vow, but now I have to face myself. But thank you.”
Miranda, forgetting her rules about not asking questions without permission, said, “OK, but if the pact is dead, and nobody is bound by anything, but you love Jake, then what? You said you would never get married and... well, Stevie and I are marrying Jake, so...?”
Andie took a deep breath and said, “Jake loves me. But now he has to tell us if he loves me enough, in the way I want, to define our relationship in a way that lets me love him the way I think I want to.”
All eyes turned on me.
This wasn’t what I had expected. It was certainly more than I had hoped for. I thought this jungle girl was pure savage. She had just evolved significantly. She and the handsome castaway had a chance at developing shared goals and a common language now. Andie had given us context for understanding her–and for relating to her. What bubble did she fit in?
Stevie stepped in and said, “Andie, are you ready for a commitment? I don’t mean marriage, necessarily. You and Jake have chemistry. That’s obvious. And you have an attraction to him, and I am going to go ahead and tease you about stroking his cock this whole time, and you aren’t allowed to be embarrassed about it.”
Miranda said, “It’s cute. Like a handheld lollipop. It’s pretty.”
Stevie said, “It really is. Like a pretty girl in a pink dress idly sucking on a piece of candy with her hand.”
Miranda said, “More like a pretty water nymph, lying on the grass naked, petting a friendly squirrel.”
Andie smiled and squeezed me tighter and said, “I don’t mind being teased now.”
Stevie said, “But the important thing is that we can tell that you aren’t teasing Jake. You are loving him.”
Andie gasped and said, “I guess I am! That’s exactly what I’m doing. That’s weird. But I totally am.” Looking at me, but still stroking me, she said, “Jake, if you can accept it, I love you.”
I said, “Andie, Babe, you already admitted that you know that I love you. The question is how much and what does it mean.”
Chapter 21 Needing
I said, “Girls, do you want Andie to live with us, to love me, and for me to love her?”
The two of them smiled and said in unison, “We do!”
Andie said, “Um, that sounded definite.”
Stevie said, “It sounded like we just married you.”
Andie said, “It was kind of surprising.”
Miranda said, “Jake, is that what you want?”
I said, “Do I want Andie to live with us and for me to love her? I do!”
Andie said, “Um, you guys, we aren’t talking about just until I find a guy of my own.”
Stevie said, “Um, you found a guy of your own, Dummy!”
Miranda said, “It’s just that he’s my guy, too! Look, we aren’t going to share him. And here’s why. Because Stevie and I are a package. We decided that a long time ago, and it worked out. Stevie and I don’t share Jake. We are going to marry him, and he’ll be our husband. OK, that doesn’t explain anything. Here, quick science experiment! Hang on, I’ll be right back!” and she climbed out of the tub naked and dripping wet and ran into the apartment. When she came back, she had a wine glass. Climbing back in the tub, she handed the glass to me. Taking three of the bottled wine coolers, she handed one to each of the girls and told them to open them.
Looking at me, she said, “Oh, Jake, your glass is empty, here, let me get you something.”
Miranda took a mouthful of sparkling wine and then leaned forward and spit it into my glass. She nodded, and I took a sip.
Stevie grinned and said, “Miranda, you could just let him get you wet, and you could fill his cup to overflowing.”
Miranda frowned comically and said, “Not quite, but be reverent. This is a ritual. I was about to say that Jake’s drink isn’t... complete. Stevie?” and she nodded at her roommate. Stevie took the hint, drank from her cooler, and spit the wine into my glass. Miranda winked at me, and I took a sip.
Miranda said, “How is it, Sweetie?”
I saw where she was going with this little object lesson and said, “It’s good. Really good. But there’s something missing. It needs a hint of something more.”
Miranda said, “Let me see,” and she took the glass from me and sipped. She said, “It’s good, for sure, but Stevie, what do you think?”
Stevie sipped from the glass and said, “Good. But yeah, it does seem like something is still missing.”
Andie uncertainly took some of her wine and, without a word, spit it into the glass that Stevie held.
Miranda said, “Andie, let Jake try it now.”
Andie took the glass and handed it to me. Deciding to enhance the impact of the moment, I sipped the cup and exclaimed, “Perfect–oh, Andie, damn, I think I’m going to cum!” and grabbed her hand where it lay in my lap and held her still and flexed my penis making it jump in her palm.
I said, “That was intense.”
Miranda said, “Andie, we won’t share him. We will drink from one cup. If you want to.”
Miranda gave Andie a look, and I held the glass so that the girl could take it from me if she wanted to. But instead of reaching for it, Andie bent down and put her lips to the brim and let me tip it into her mouth. After the first tiny sip, she put her hand over mine and tilted her head back, draining the glass. When she was done, she took a mouthful from her bottle and spit it into the glass, refilling it partway.
Andie said, “But, can we do it without me getting married in a church or whatever? I want in the glass, but I really don’t want to get married. Not because I want to hold back, but I want it to be real without a contract. Can that be OK?”
Miranda said, “Stevie if Andie says ‘I do,’ that’s good enough for me.”
Andie, without waiting for a question, said, “I do!”
Stevie said, “You do what?”
Andie said, “I do what I do.”
Stevie said, “But you love Jake, and you’ll be cool with us all being together and me and Miranda being married to him, too?”
Miranda said, “Stevie, she gets it.”
I said, “Andie, set your drink down for a second. Here, Miranda, take the glass from me. OK, Andie, swing around here and face me for a second. Sit on my lap.”
Andie set her wine aside and straddled me in the water.
I leaned into her ear and whispered very quietly, “Sweetie, are you wet?”
She kissed my neck and said, “I am. So wet.”
Holding my penis straight up, I encouraged Andie down over it. I entered her easily.
I whispered, “Be very quiet.”
She nodded and stayed still.
Speaking loud enough for the others to hear, I said, “Just rest here for a minute and let me hold you. Andie, Sweetie, married or not, or however you want to think about it, you are my precious lover now and always will be. You will never be trash. You are my treasure. And I will do everything I can to be the prince you deserve.”
Andie took my face in her hands and kissed me hard. This time, I let her kiss me the way she wanted to, and I just went along for the ride. She moved her hips slowly and gripped my cock with her vagina. Whatever procedure she had been through certainly hadn’t diminished her muscular strength or control, that was for sure. She stayed quiet, but as I cupped her ass and squeezed her, I thought I could predict that she was well on her way to a fourth orgasm for tonight. Suddenly, she forced her mouth hard over mine, shoved her tongue far inside, and started bouncing, making waves that sloshed over the side of the tub. I heard Stevie say, “Wait, is she fucking him?”
Miranda laughed and said, “Of course she is. Hey, Andie, do you like it?”
Andie threw her head back and almost yelled, “I do!”
Miranda said, “Do you want him to live with us?”
Andie exclaimed, “I do!”
Miranda said, “Do you think you’re going to have another orgasm soon?”
Andie shuddered and yelled, “I do!”
Miranda said, “Hey, Andie?”
Andie yelled, “What?”
Miranda said, “Do you think he’s going to make me cum when I finally get to have him fuck me?”
Andie grunted and yelled, “Shut up, Blanche! Yes, I fucking do! Whatever it is I fucking do! Just shut up! I take him to be my blah blah blah and promise to always whatever whatever and till death do us part so leave me alone!” and Andie roared in a loud climax, gripping my ears and looking like she was about to tear them off–or melt my face like a woman possessed. Yeah, there was a beast in there that wasn’t like Miranda or Stevie.
I thought that I understood how Andie could attach herself to me so quickly. How she could feel like she was ready to commit to a loving partnership with me within minutes, well, a few hours, of meeting me. In many ways, it made perfect sense, but I knew that my counselor, Alan, was going to confront me about my propensity to see myself as a rescuer. That was part of my acceptance of an intimate relationship with her. My habit of seeing myself as a protector and provider. I had been working on it for years and didn’t feel that responsibility the way I used to. It used to be that I felt a need to sacrifice myself for the good of others. Now, I didn’t see other people as being ‘weak’ the way I once did. They could take care of themselves. But there was an element of it with Andie, and Alan and I would have to talk it over, and I would have to be very humble and transparent about it. I’d give him my rationalizations, and we would both have to understand that it wasn’t as ‘textbook’ as it seemed. This wasn’t just me rescuing Andie, but it did play into why I was willing to love her so immediately.
Andie didn’t give up after just one massive climax. She rode me harder, churning and writhing on my lap while I sat there and let her. Right now, she didn’t need me to do anything but accept her. And I did.
I accepted that Andie was wounded and emotionally damaged by what had happened to her body. I had no idea what her family life had been like. I had a suspicion that it wasn’t great. I wondered if somehow early sexual experiences had been responsible for the condition that had necessitated the ablation. I didn’t know and wouldn’t ask unless the situation called for it. But a combination of things had caused Andie to decide that she was a ‘slut’. I hated even thinking about her in the context of that word. But I guess it was true. At least she thought so. How that related to me was that she had become used to forming sexual relationships at first meetings. Yes, she had been acting differently for the past three years, but when she was freed to play with me, it was easy to do essentially what she had always done. But this time, it was different for several reasons.
First of all, and most importantly, this was a monogamous bond. I could use the word ‘monogamous’ in this context because of the way that Miranda had framed our relationship with her ‘ritual’ object lesson. We weren’t monogamous in that we only had an intimate relationship with one person, but it was monogamous in that we only had intimacy within this one relationship. It was a closed intimacy bubble. Andie would have intimacy within this one relationship and no others.
Second, and also key, was the fact that Miranda and Stevie had already decided that I was safe and worthy. Andie didn’t have to give any thought to what kind of guy I was. That was the point of their pact: Andie had given her roommates and closest friends the power to choose her next romantic partner for her. They had chosen me. Therefore, Andie didn’t have to go through her own period of due diligence. All she had to do was look me over and seal the deal. It was an ‘arranged marriage’ and she had signed up for whoever the girls chose for her. But she was confident of the quality of their choice because she knew that their choice would be someone good for all of them.
Andie was leaning against my chest now, panting heavily, still shuddering now and then and squeezing my penis convulsively, but she was starting to calm down.
The third thing that made the rush make sense was that, in some ways, I was her only option. Sure, she could have made other choices. She tried to assert that right by shredding her contract. She had other legal and permitted choices. But emotionally, this one was the easiest. I learned that people always do what they perceive to be in their best interest and within their power. It was a general observation and subject to exceptions and caveats and qualifiers about what people generally perceived about themselves, but it applied here. Andie’s easy choice was to become my lover and let me protect, pamper, and make her feel precious. She had no valid argument to keep her from it. It was in her best interest. It was within her power. She had no other choices right now that were. Because the jungle girl perceived having a wise, handsome castaway as her mate to be in her best interest.
Was this in my best interest? Why not? I was a young man, a partially evolved young man, maybe, but this beautiful girl had just thrown herself at me, and my fiancés wanted me to have her. Crazy? Yeah. Weird? Not really. It all made sense in the context of our relationship and seemingly our destiny. And it made things easier. If Andie was in love with me and sleeping with me, she wouldn’t be weird about seeing me at the girls’ apartment all the time. She would expect me to be there. Sharing a bathroom would be natural and even happy. In terms of what made things easy, this was a big one.
I held Andie softly in my arms now, and we both rested. The fact that this made living arrangements easier didn’t mean that there weren’t other, possibly more difficult, consequences of this decision, but none of us were going to give this up because of possible issues that we could probably work out just fine. We were all getting too much out of this to think about turning back. None of us could imagine a better future than the one that seemed to be unfolding for us now.
It seemed like Andie might have fallen asleep. Looking over her shoulder to see what the other girls were doing, I didn’t find anyone else in the tub now. That was a problem.
I hadn’t been paying attention to how I felt as Andie bounced on my lap and hadn’t climaxed. Now she was asleep, and I wasn’t... satisfied.
Trying to lift Andie off of me gently, she started to wake up but was definitely sleepy.
I heard a voice in the darkness whisper, “I’m here, Babe. I have a towel to wrap her in. I’ll show you her bedroom, and we can let her sleep. I guess she’s been through a lot tonight.” It was Miranda.
I was able to coax Andie to climb out of the tub with my help, and Miranda wrapped a large beach towel around her shoulders. I picked the girl up, and Miranda opened the big glass door, and I carried Andie inside. On the way to Andie’s bedroom, Miranda grabbed a few more towels from a closet. She pulled back the covers of Andie’s Queen-size bed and put a towel down over the sheet and pillowcase. Andie was still wet from the tub, and the towels would keep her bed from getting too wet, hopefully. I laid Andie in bed, and she groggily put up her feet and curled up on her side. Miranda put another towel over the top of her. We pulled up the blankets and left Andie to sleep.
As we closed the bedroom door, Miranda said, “Stevie took a shower and went to bed. Oh, Babe, you’re still... in need,” and she gave my crotch a significant look.
Reaching out and touching me, she said, “There’s no point in me staying a virgin now, Jake. We’re way past caring about that. But I don’t want our first time to be when we’re both so tired. Here,” and she pulled another small towel from the closet. Draping the soft cloth over my cock, Miranda jacked me off, leaning against me with her breasts rubbing my chest. She kissed me nicely, and I climaxed quickly.
Wiping me thoroughly, she said, “Sweetie, that was nice. I liked that. But it’s after midnight, and I don’t want to get wet right now, so this will have to do.”
I said, “Miranda that did nicely. Thank you.”
She said, “Anytime from now on, Babe. Jake, I do really love you.”
I said, “I love you, too.”
She said, “Do you want to sleep with me?”
I said, “I’d love that, but... um, I need to work early tomorrow. I haven’t done any real work for a few days now. I feel like I really have to get up early, and I don’t have my car here.”
Miranda said, “Then I have to take you back to your apartment anyway because you need clean clothes and stuff too. Hey, do you want me to pack a bag and stay at your place? You can get up early, and I can sleep until a reasonable hour and then lock up when I leave.”
I said, “I’ll have to give you a key to my apartment. That will be cool. I’ve never had a girl have a key before. That sounds exciting.”
Miranda said, “Good. Come on, and I’ll pack a small bag. I can go straight to work from your place.”
I got dressed while Miranda threw a few things in a bag, and we took her car back to my apartment. Luckily there was a spot in the visitor parking area. We were both tired as we climbed the stairs to the third floor. Inside, I flipped on the lights, and Miranda took a quick look around.
