Do not feed after midnig.., p.28
Do Not Feed After Midnight, page 28
At one point, Stevie said, “Hey, guys, I have a question. I hope it’s OK. We are getting married, and my dad is official, but do we really even want a wedding license? I assume that it would be you two whose names were on it, but do you even want that?”
Miranda said, “Hmm, that’s a good question. I don’t want one if you can’t have one. I guess I thought that I would have one, and you would have one from some other state or country or something.”
Stevie said, “But, everything I have researched says that we have to swear that we aren’t already married to someone else. Why not skip all that trouble? We can still change our names. We know lots of people who aren’t married but even have kids. My folks never got married. They worked stuff out for Power of Attorney for finances and medical stuff for when it becomes necessary, so do we really want that? Doesn’t it kind of make it so that we have to keep things secret or something? Isn’t it easier and more honest to just have my dad do a commitment ceremony? Sometimes they just call it a Spiritual Wedding. And forget all the rest? I know you guys wanted it to be legal and stuff, but do you?”
Miranda said, “I guess I don’t. Jake is the one who brought it up.”
I said, “I don’t know either. You make it sound like an excellent plan. And I guess we could always do it later.”
Miranda said, “We’re already doing it later. We haven’t done it yet.”
We all spent some time looking at the laws in our state regarding name changes. If you did file for a marriage license, it was almost automatic if you filled out that portion of the form. Otherwise, there was just a form to submit with a fee, a review by the county court, and a determination by a judge.
That’s when I told the girls about the idea of changing our last name to Gordon. The only reason I had not to change my name was out of respect for my ancestry, and I didn’t really have any respect for that, based on my family history. It seemed like a drastic step and a hard one, but it was also a new start, and I liked that idea a lot.
After explaining where the idea came from and the man at the Afra, we all settled into it. Jake Gordon, Miranda Gordon, and Stella Gordon. But then, Stevie decided that she really liked Stevie and wanted Stevie Gordon. It was still a scary step, but that’s what we were going to head toward. It’s funny that the name change was scarier for me than getting married, license or not. We would discuss it with Stevie and Miranda’s folks before making the final decision. I wanted to hear from Gary and Roz about not having a license and changing their names since they had been through both things.
We sat for over two hours. Watching the few people on the street and talking. Both girls touched my hand or stroked my arm now and then, and the frequency seemed to be increasing as we sat there. Tonight, I’d be sleeping with both of them. In the same bed. How would that work?
When we finally left the restaurant, we went to the little market to buy some groceries. The woman remembered Stevie and I and acknowledged us but didn’t say much beyond “Hello.” We stocked up on drinks, some snack foods, mostly fruit, and a package of cookies. Stevie had brought our candles and lighter with her to be used again on his trip. She wanted to buy some paper plates and napkins in case we needed to eat in the room again.
Our last stop was at the community theater. A play was being staged that night, The Wizard of Oz, and we bought tickets for the evening performance. I’d never been to a play here and thought it was time to try it out and see what they were about. The players were all from the community, and it sounded like fun. There was a matinée this afternoon, but Stevie wanted some time in the hotel room before the play.
Our room was ready when we got to the inn about three-thirty. We set our luggage on the bed, and Stevie showed Miranda around the room while I pulled the packages of new underwear, shirts, and pajamas out of my bag and laid them on the bed. The girls could look at them when they were ready. They were ready as soon as they had seen the room, the bathroom, and the balcony. We were on the second floor this time, with one floor above us. The view was the same. All of us were a bit subdued. We were in a good mood, but the weight of what was happening suppressed our energy some. Stevie was the first to suggest what we all wanted.
She said, “Um when Jake and I were here before, we took a nap.”
Miranda turned her head from the view out the big glass door toward Stevie and said, “That sounds nice. I slept with him the other night. Oh, I told you that before. But yeah, I could cuddle up for a bit.”
Stevie went and turned on the fireplace, low because it wasn’t cold in the room, and pulled back the covers on the bed. Miranda and I stood and watched her, neither of us knowing quite what to do. I guess we didn’t know how much we were supposed to undress. The three of us hadn’t been naked together, except for in the hot tub, and we hadn’t all undressed in front of each other.
Stevie started pulling off her clothes, and Miranda and I started following her lead. Almost like a game of “Simon Says.” Stevie took off her jacket, and so did we. Stevie sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off her shoes and socks, and Miranda and I pulled ours off where we stood. Stevie pushed her pants down her hips, and soon Miranda and I were naked from the waist down. Stevie and I had an unofficial rule about not allowing pants in bed, but I wasn’t sure it applied right now. Apparently, it did. Next, Stevie casually pulled off her shirt and dropped everything on the floor beside the bed. She wasn’t wearing a bra. My clothes and Miranda’s joined hers on the carpet, and the three of us stood looking at each other’s naked bodies. Stevie tried to look like she wasn’t deliberately looking at Miranda and me, but Miranda and I didn’t hide what we were looking at in the least. I looked at Miranda and Stevie’s wonderfully naked forms, and Miranda was looking at me and Stevie. Stevie was definitely looking at me and Miranda while moving to climb into bed.
She said, “Come on, you guys. Get in.”
Miranda stepped to the bed, and crawling on her knees, started for the middle. I couldn’t help what happened next.
Miranda’s ass was so beautiful, there at the edge of the bed, her precious vulva peeking out between her things, and I moved forward instinctively and put my hands on her waist, standing behind her. I didn’t shove myself against her, but I did gently hold her where she was. I’d never seen Miranda like this before. I didn’t intend to do this. But how could I not?
When she felt my hands on her, standing where I was, Miranda immediately crouched lower, bringing her hips lower and closer to me. I don’t know if she intended to do that any more than I had intended to do what I was doing, but how could she not.
Her rear nestled against my front, her head facing away from me, she said, “Jake?” She sounded relaxed. Gentle. As if she were in the middle of a wonderful massage–or giving me one.
I said, “Yeah?”
She said, “Are we doing this? Right now?”
I asked, “Do you want to?”
She leaned into me more firmly and said, “Yeah, I really do. If you do.”
I said, “Um, I really do.”
Miranda lowered her shoulders to the bed and reached beneath her body to find my shaft between her legs.
She said, “Oh, that’s nice. You feel good,” and she pulled me into position at her slit. She whispered, “Go slow.”
Chapter 27 Communion
I stroked Miranda’s back and leaned into her. The bed was tall, but with Miranda sitting on her calves this way and her knees spread, the position worked fine. Letting Her guide me, I entered her, feeling the warmth and wetness of her body.
Miranda was welcoming. I went very slowly, but I was met by nothing but inviting slickness. Miranda left her hand on my shaft as I filled her inch by inch, and when I was all the way in, her fingers cupped and fondled my balls, extending the pleasure far beyond her interior.
She moaned and said, “Slowly. Oh, so slowly.”
She moved her hand away now and crossing her arms in front of her. She rested her head on her hands, using her forearms as a pillow. I could see just enough of her face to see that her eyes were closed and her expression one of bliss. I moved very slowly, as asked. When I moved, it was fractions of an inch. I didn’t bump against her. My thighs stayed pressed to the cheeks of her beautiful bottom. My hips rolled gently, and hers started rolling in response.
Again, she moaned, “Slow, so slow. Thank you.”
I wasn’t sure what she was thanking me for. Being gentle with her? Because it was her first time? She didn’t seem to be feeling any... um, discomfort of any kind. I certainly wasn’t. I was feeling a woman’s body welcome and enjoy me in a way I never had before. Yeah, I felt her enjoying me. I thought that was arrogant of me, but when I tried to think about it, all I could find was Miranda’s pleasure in being with me. It was amazingly sexy. I wasn’t sure at that moment if anything could possibly be sexier. To be welcomed and enjoyed during sex. My perception was that Miranda was available for sex for the rest of eternity. That we could continue just like this, forever. Slowly, very slowly, enjoying endless lovemaking. In every imaginable position, sunlight and moonlight, season after season, never separating from one another.
Suddenly, Miranda’s body went stiff, and she cried out, “Hard! Slow, slow, hard! More, more!”
I grabbed her hips firmly and pushed hard, holding her tightly against my body, but staying mostly still, my cock as deep as it would go. I could feel the very end of her tunnel pressing the tip, and Miranda convulsed with a loud, long moan. It wasn’t loud. It was deep. It was from somewhere wonderfully deep.
I suddenly wondered if we needed to get a towel or something. Both Miranda and Stevie had warned me that Miranda came very wetly when she climaxed. But I didn’t feel any unusual flood as she had her orgasm now. Maybe it took a while for her to warm up to it. She told me that once she got started that she went for a long time.
Sighing deeply, she said, “Oh, Jake, let me turn over. Stay inside.” Rolling onto her side and lifting her leg over my head, we adjusted so that she was on her back, and I was between her knees, leaning over her. Miranda held my shoulders and smiled. Moving to thrust just a little, Miranda grinned and nodded, inviting me to be a bit more active. There it was again: the invitation. And I accepted. And this time, I started exploring. At first, it was just more slow, tender rocking. And Miranda seemed to enjoy it. Yeah, she was responsive and climaxed easily, but I still didn’t see evidence that she was as “fluid” as the girls had led me to believe. I think Stevie had said something like, “She comes like a fire hose,” but that didn’t seem to be the case. Maybe under some other circumstance. It didn’t seem to me that she needed something that I wasn’t doing in order to enjoy lovemaking. If she wanted something else, we’d learn as we went. For now, I wanted to satisfy her, not drive her to “unimaginable heights of ecstasy.”
As we continued, my hands went to Miranda’s breasts. Stevie had told me that Miranda kept them hidden by tight sports bras and that they were bigger than they appeared, but I couldn’t tell that with her lying on her back. She did enjoy being touched, though. Miranda shuddered and moaned in yet another orgasm and said, “Oh, Lover, can we get on the bed?”
She was on the bed, but I was standing at the edge, leaning over her. She scooted backward, pulling away from me, and sat up, making room for me to lay down in the center of the mattress. Apparently, she wanted to be on top. I was fine with that. Something about making love with Miranda made it easy to take our time and not hurry about anything. Once I was comfortable, Miranda swung her leg over the top of me and straddled my middle, taking hold of my cock, and letting herself down on top of it.
Leaning forward and resting her hands lightly on my chest, Miranda did the exploring now, using my body to find what she enjoyed about being with me. And Stevie was right: now that Miranda was on top and leaning over a little, it was clear that her breasts were larger than they appeared when she was dressed. I had been with her naked before, but it had always been in dim light or darkness, and I hadn’t had her breasts in my hands. But now, like this, yes, she was big. Like medium centerfold big. Her nipples were erect and firm but not as large as what I remembered of Stevie’s or even Andie’s. They were broad and round but didn’t stick out as much as the other girls–maybe. I was kind of a nipple guy and sometimes paid attention to them even more than other parts of a woman’s body. And seeing Miranda like this, I put a thumb of each hand against one of her nubs and squeezed the fruit gently.
Soon, Miranda was bouncing, swirling, and truly... fucking. Her climaxes came at intervals, getting more boisterous with each. She wasn’t loud, but she was vocal. Not with words, but deep moans and groans from her chest and throat. It started getting to where I was closer and closer to my own climax, having held it back as long as possible, and began bouncing my hips in time with Miranda, driving into her on each stroke.
Suddenly, Miranda yelled, “No no no! Wait! Get a towel get a towel get a towel!”
But she didn’t wait for a towel! She jumped off of me, off the bed, and ran for the big glass door. We had left it open, and Miranda rushed onto the balcony. I ran after her, wondering what was happening and how I could help her. I was just one step behind her, and she spun to look at me, seemingly terrified. Grabbing me tightly with one arm around my neck, she kissed me hard and shoved her other hand between her legs. I could feel her fingers bumping against me as she rubbed the sides of her clit furiously... and then she came!
I felt the convulsions wrack her body harder than I had ever seen a woman react to an orgasm. And then I felt my leg splashed with her juices and heard the sound of a puddle forming wetly on the concrete between our legs. I grabbed Miranda’s butt and pulled her body even closer, and she continued rubbing the space between us, apparently not done with her explosive ecstatic expression.
She groaned, panted, broke our kiss and bit my shoulder, and came hard again, adding to the small lake forming at our feet. I didn’t have time to worry about neighboring rooms, or people who might be walking on the beach below, or any other possible observers–and neither did Miranda! We were both butt-naked, standing on the balcony of our hotel room, having sex, and there was nothing we could do about it. I loved it!
I wasn’t an exhibitionist by any means, and I didn’t want the girls ever being seen in the nude by another man in any compromising context, but the raw sexuality of fucking like this was intoxicating. No one was looking. It was late in the afternoon, and there was almost no one on the beach, and they were so far away that even if they looked in our direction, they probably wouldn’t know what they were seeing. Miranda’s butt was to the ocean, and I was hidden from view by her body, and as her knees went weak and she bent forward, letting me hold her and support her, another wave of her sexuality crashed against our toes, and I was reminded of the violence of stormy weather that I enjoyed so much.
Miranda started to collapse, losing her breath in that final orgasmic display, and I had to grab her to keep her from falling in the small lake that had formed on the floor of the balcony. Stevie was there–I had forgotten entirely about Stevie the moment I saw Miranda on her knees on the bed. A towel had been draped on one of the patio chairs, and Stevie helped get Miranda into it, and she sat with her legs and arms lying limply to her sides, her pussy enjoying the sea breeze.
As soon as Miranda was safely situated, Stevie grinned at me, knelt at my feet, and sucked me into her mouth, bring me to climax almost immediately. I didn’t come like Miranda did, but it seemed like a lot to me, and Stevie caught it all with a smile. She watched my face the whole time and seemed to be smiling, even with my cock between her lips. When I stopped shuddering, she hugged her face against my crotch and held me tightly. Warmly. Lovingly. As if I had given her some great compliment or gift.
I helped her to her feet and kissed her. She almost balked when she realized that I was kissing her, but I didn’t let her go. She smiled and kissed me back, and we shared something special.
She whispered, “You really do love us, don’t you?”
I said, “Of course I do. I think we should get Miranda inside. There are a few people out on the beach, and we’ll all get cold in a minute.”
Stevie said, “Give me a second,” and she ran back into the room, returning with a washcloth. She gently mopped up Miranda’s legs and feet, and finally her pussy, and then wiped me down briefly as well. It was one of the most loving and accepting things I had ever seen. If this was how it was going to be, being able to make love to one of them, unaware of the other because she was so comfortable with us making love with her in the room, and then us all taking part in the afterglow, feeling as much love as if we had been part of it all, we were going to be OK. This was going to work. It could do nothing but work. Stevie hadn’t done all of that because she had to; she had done it because it’s who we were and who we were meant to be. Miranda and I had made love. Stevie and I had made love. And in the way Stevie treated Miranda, she had made love with Miranda as well. And I couldn’t say that it hadn’t been sexual. It hadn’t been... something, but it had certainly been intimate, loving, tender, sensual, considerate, and yes, sexual. And I loved the way she had done it, taking care of first Miranda and then me.
Holding Stevie in my arms for one more minute, I said, “Sweetie, I’m sorry you didn’t get a chance to...”
She laughed and said, “Lover, I came multiple times, watching you guys make love and imagining it was your mouth, fingers, and cock between my legs instead of my fingers. And knowing that you weren’t going to cum inside her because her birth control hasn’t had time to kick in yet and that I’d get you at the end. Let’s get Sleeping Beauty inside.”
Miranda said, “I’m awake. I might not be able to stand, but I’m awake. So, Jake did get to cum?”
I said, “Yeah.”
