“You coming back?”
Mike was about to respond, but either he was losing his hearing or the towel he was using to dry his hair had muffled the sound. Tera’s voice had been a little rougher, hadn’t it?
He stepped back into the bedroom to see that his little love had surprised him yet again.
“Thought you were supposed to be doing that big project with your research buddies.” Mike asked, trying to not show how much the visual stimulus was turning him on.
“They’re all girls…but you know that.” Aimee said, playfully. “I need something more challenging. You know, something harder.”
Mike laughed.
“And don’t think you’re hiding anything, Mister.” Aimee giggled, glancing towards the jutting front of his towel. Mike tore his eyes off the redhead, legs spread, her hands guiding Tera’s head as she knelt on all fours.
“Guess you’re right about that.”
“Aimee, this is…”
“Tera. We’ve already met.”
Shit, Mike thought. If they were friends, his experiment was a bust. How would he explain that her friend had just conveniently forgotten about this threesome?
“And how do the two of you know each other?” Mike asked.
“Well,” Aimee started. “I came in to secretly crawl into my lover’s bed and simply found her here. You do manage to find the hot ones.”
Mike climbed up into the bed behind the delivery girl.
“Don’t let me bother you.” Aimee laughed. “I don’t want to interrupt you two.”
Within moments, he heard the muffled gasp as he slid into Tera’s tight pussy from behind. “You’re never a bother, gorgeous.” He said, watching as Aimee pulled the delivery girl’s lips back between her legs by her ears.
“I love to watch you make a girl cum.” Aimee cooed as Mike extracted his cock, only to slide it right back into Tera’s snug little channel.
Mike gave that to Aimee within another few minutes. Tera’s groans were muffled, but that beautiful ass bucked back and forth on Mike’s aching cock like a jackhammer, driving him deeper and deeper into the delivery girl’s willing and eager body.
“My turn.” Aimee said, scooting herself out from her position as Mike lay the shuddering blonde on her side.
She moved to her back and Mike pulled her to him by her thighs, his cock spearing into her as he drew her in.
“C’mon, girl, it’s my turn to taste that little thing.”
Mike pumped his cock slowly in and out of Aimee’s tight little body as the little firebrand coaxed Tera to mount her. From the look on the delivery girl’s face, the redhead’s tongue was doing its magic almost immediately.
Continuing to thrust, Mike took the blonde by the hair, bringing her forward and into a deep kiss. He explored her mouth with his tongue as she gyrated her hips on Aimee’s face.
“You like that?” Mike asked as he broke the kiss, still holding Tera by the pony tail.
“Uh huh. Uh huh, yeah.” She groaned. Mike continued to slowly fuck Aimee as he drew Tera’s head down lower, forcing her to adjust her hips, bringing that tight little pussy down harder against the redhead’s eager mouth. He slid his cock out of Aimee’s body and pressed it between Tera’s lips, which parted eagerly. She sucked him tight and he compared it to the tightness of Aimee’s incredible body as he alternated between the two holes.
“I’m going to cum down her throat, if that’s okay with you.” Mike said after a few minutes.
He heard Tera try to grunt but Aimee overstepped her with muffled words. “He wasn’t asking you, sweetie.”
Something in her words or something she did immediately afterwards made Tera cum again. Her entire body flushed red and the suction on Mike’s cock increased immensely. He kept pumping in and out, still alternating between the two beauties, feeling the release boiling up in his balls like lava. It was going to be a big one.
Kudos to the Mansion, he thought.
Chapter Six
With Aimee crashed out in his bed, Mike had walked Tera down the grand staircase to the front door.
“Thanks, Mike.” She whispered. “If there’s anything I can do for you, let me know.”
Mike gave her a passionate kiss that only he knew was goodbye.
“With service like that, don’t think that I won’t be ordering pizza again tomorrow.”
Tera turned and started walking down the path, though she didn’t seem to notice Mike’s whispered voice following her.
Let the magic in twelve hours fade,
Just as the rising sun kills the shade.
Aimee was back at school the next afternoon when the Camaro pulled up to Rochester Mansion for the second time.
This time, the transaction was far more conventional and Tera seemed more distracted by the house than interested in him. Not only had the magic faded, its effects had apparently been forgotten.
Chapter Seven
“There’s things that we should probably talk about before we go any further.” Mike said.
It was a hard stop to make, as he could tell she was within moments of kissing him.
Eliza nodded. “I guess we probably should. I’m divorcing Larry.”
Mike ran his fingers up her arm, feeling the goosebumps chase along with them like they always had in the past, especially when the two of them had been dating.
“How are you about that?” Mike asked.
She looked at him, as if impressed at his attitude towards the whole thing. “I’m okay, I guess. I just wish it hadn’t ended up this way.”
“You wanted it to work out. That’s understandable. Who doesn’t when they’re in love?”
“Not with Larry, with you.” Eliza said, closing her eyes.
She leaned her head on his shoulder and he could feel every inch of the connection between their two bodies as they sat next to each other on the loveseat.
“Me too.” He whispered. “But there’s always a fresh start.”
“We’re not kids anymore, Mike.” She sighed. “And I can’t compete with the young girls that I used to be.”
Mike turned a bit, turning her chin with his finger to meet her eyes. “I’m not asking you to compete, Eliza. Even if I was, you’re still as gorgeous as you ever were, if not more.”
“It just seems so…different.” She whispered.
“It is.” Mike replied. “That doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Remember the girl from the Super-Duper Mart?”
Eliza snorted. “That was a long time ago.” She laughed, wiping a tear from her eye.
“So. What did you tell me back then?”
“That if I wasn’t with you, I’d fuck her too.”
“You’re a poet and you don’t even know it.” Mike laughed.
He kissed her.
It was sweet and soft and held the promise of spring; something familiar renewed once again.
“Are you going to tell me you have her number?” Eliza said, hazarding a smile.
“I’m different, you’re different.” Mike said. “It makes sense that we are going to be different.”
“What about Kevin McCormick’s number?”
“That guy from high school?”
Eliza laughed.
“If I had it, I’d hook you up.”
She kissed him, and this time there was a spark of passion there that he never thought he’d feel again. It grew by leaps and bounds, no longer willing to be confined by the positions they were in. As he slumped to one side, she was with him, their arms and legs tangling in concert with their lips as they lay side-by-side on the narrow couch.
“Make love to me, Mike.” Eliza whispered.
“Gladly.”
Chapter Eight
With the sun streaming in through bedroom window, Mike couldn’t manage to say asleep. He wanted to pull the covers back over his head and give it the old college try, but he remembered Eliza.
She wasn’t at his side.
A groggy glance around the room showed him a note left
on the nightstand.
Mike,
Thank you for being you. There’s lots for me to take care of if I’m going to share this new life with you. I’ll be back soon. Got to find that girl from the Super-Duper :)
Eliza
Mike smiled, thinking about the night the two of them had shared and the first time he’d felt really complete since she had left him for Larry. This day would have never seemed possible on that one. This one seemed so much more hopeful and so much more open-ended. Eliza’s mention of their ‘new life’ was an important one. They hadn’t discussed it much since their conversation had boiled off into lovemaking the night before, but the mention of it seemed to reinforce that she was onboard with it. The joke about the checkout girl cinched it.
That warm glow followed him into the bathroom, outshining the heat of the shower, though that was distracted by the sound of his phone ringing back in the bedroom. The chirp of the voicemail notification never came, but the moment he turned off the water he heard the ping of a text message coming through. Likely Aimee. It was rare that she called and it would be a red-mark calendar day if she actually left a voicemail. Difference in generations, he thought as he toweled off his hair on the journey to retrieve it.
In town…hoping to see you…you know where! -rs
Mike looked around the bedroom, silently thanking the walls of Rochester Mansion for his new life. Yes, it hadn’t influenced the cute blonde sending the message, but it had given him vastly more confidence than he had prior to walking through its front door.
Just getting out of the shower. I’ll swing by in a bit. Want to do lunch?
Heading down the stairs, Mike admired his home. For the most part, the renovations in the main living areas had been completed, though he could only take personal credit for a small portion of it. Firing up the percolator, he wondered if the secret chambers beneath would receive the same treatment.
“Probably not.” He mused aloud. The dust had seemed to have been there, even through Will Robinson’s tenure as owner. He’d been meaning to go down to the library and research the name, but he’d been a bit distracted by events. Online searches had found nothing, likely because the name was too common. Sorting through the television references alone was a daunting task.
The phone pinged again.
Just a layover. Airport at 3 just want to see you
Mike abandoned the percolator and headed back upstairs as he composed his return text.
Be right there. Missed you.
If Aimee was the standard-bearer for the generation, he wasn’t expecting a text back. He simply dashed on a pair of shorts, even though the weather wasn’t quite up to scratch for summer attire.
Chapter Nine
The pretty girl at the hotel’s front desk made a cursory attempt to stop him on the way to the elevator bank, but Mansion Mike was starting to make appearances last longer and longer away from the magic of his home. He watched the numbers count higher and higher, feeling a giddiness that he hadn’t felt since his high school days.
Dating Eliza.
He took back his own thought. Reconnecting with Eliza had made him feel this way as well. He knew that he still loved her, but there was something left over. Having room for loving more than one woman was something he had never considered in the past. His upbringing had drilled him into the belief that monogamy was the only moral option, even thought he had clear evidence that both of his parents had stepped out on their own marriage. All the moral option brought them was anger and resentment, a place where they continued to reside.
The door scuffed open and the over-the-top pattern of the hotel’s carpeting seemed to lead down towards her room like a lighted runway. It was only when his hand was perched in a knocking stance over the peephole that he realized that ‘you know where’ might have simply meant the hotel and that the girl at the front desk might have been set as a lookout to tell him the room number.
Before his certainty or doubt had resolved the conflict in his mind, the door swung open.
Damp, blonde hair framed a delightful smile on the petite young woman wearing a plush white robe with the hotel’s monogram.
“Indecisive?” She smiled, but then it seemed as if the question might have hit her as a valid one.
In Mike’s mind, it was a valid question. Are you going to be indecisive, or are you going to go after what you want?
Mike wrapped his arm around her slender waist and pushed her back into the room, leading with his lips. The kiss exploded with electricity and her initial shock at his bold move turned into a reciprocity that he had never expected. Typical Mike, though, he thought later. Pretty girl invites you to hotel room saying she really wants to see you, and you dismiss the thought that she might be interested in you as more than a friend.
He could feel two sets of heartbeats as the kiss deepened, their feet nearly stumbling over one another as he backed her towards the bed that dominated the small space. Graceful hands started to peel his shirt off over his head but needed assistance once they reached the limit that their difference in height allowed. When his own hands returned to her body, they struck a goldmine of silky flesh as she had spent the intervening moments untying the sash.
“I’ve been thinking about this since I left.” She whispered as her nimble fingers worked the button of his shorts. Mike moved back in for those heavenly lips again and wasn’t disappointed. She grabbed his lower lip with her teeth and sank them in enough to bring a jolt of pain, soothed by the soft caress of her tongue as it slid into his mouth by way of apology. He pushed the robe off her shoulders as he felt his own shorts drop to the floor, suddenly having no desire at all to gaze at her perfect body, only wanting to be on top of her, wanting to be inside of her.
The heated couple scrambled awkwardly and desperately to the center of the bed trying to keep the seal of their lips intact. For the most part, they succeeded, though the gasp of pleasure Rachel expelled was necessary, as if the air was displaced by Mike’s shaft as it buried itself between her slender legs.
“Wow.” She panted, taking his cheeks in her hands as he hovered over her, staring down in awe at the pleasure their two bodies were generating.
Mike smiled and came down, kissing her roughly and quickly on the lips. “Wow, yourself.”
“Make love to me.” Rachel whispered.
He felt himself slip deeper into that heavenly warmth as she lifted her legs, spreading them wider as she crossed her ankles over his back. He thrust slowly in and out, barely willing to generate more than an inch between their flesh. He wanted to cover her, to shelter her with his body as he took her. Biological imperatives were already flooding his body, urging him to continue his bloodline, regardless of cost or appropriateness.
“Are you?”
“It’s okay.” She whispered, running her fingers through his hair.
From there, no words were spoken, though the language of their lovemaking could be universally understood. He moved in response to her body language and the sweet sounds of her pleasure as she strove to drive him deeper and deeper into her body with her ankles, kissing him desperately on his neck as he ground into her clit.
Mike saw her pleasure in his mind’s eye with a clarity he had only ever experienced with Eliza. Aimee was highly orgasmic; it took little finesse to drive her over the edge. Though he found that incredibly sexy, it was different. Rachel’s pleasure was different than even Eliza’s and it took a bit of experimentation to see which buttons would tick that temperature gauge up to the next level. It did steadily increase, as did his own.
The tightening of the muscles in her stomach and thighs signaled she was near the top of the rollercoaster and Mike knew he was only one or two cars behind her.
“I want you to cum inside me.” She whispered, pushing her head deeper into the mattress to gain enough space to gaze into his eyes.
She had invited Mike into her own car, just before falling over the precipice.
Chicken or egg, he wasn’t sure if the fi
rst pulsing spasm of his orgasm triggered the clutching grip of her body or vice versa. They exchanged blows over and over again, her muscles clamping down tightly on his cock, causing another gush of fluid to pour into her, causing her muscles to clamp down once again.
The tractor beam of their eyes never let them part, his hips bucking gently into hers as she pushed her body up off the mattress to meet it, neither wanting the contact between them to break in a sensual tango that seemed to go on longer than either believed could be possible.
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