Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

The ladies all mingled quietly as they awaited the appearance of the teens. Lupie of course, made extras of the appetizers, plus a few extra finger foods, so the rest of the family wasn't held up for a meal, but Lupie and Mel didn't have to make 'prom dinner' for everyone.

At last, they heard footsteps descending the stairs. When the sounds reached the point the stairs peeked beyond the partial wall in the back of the living room, the first thing they spotted was shimmering metallic medium blue cloth that nearly reached the step the foot rested on. Becca's nerd-pale feet and ankles clad in low-heeled strappy sandals was enough to identify her, if they hadn't already known the order the girls were arriving.

A bit more intriguing was the amount of her right leg, on the opposite side of her body from the adults, was visible. As she descended, more leg was in view. Each step down exposed more leggy flesh. By the time Rebecca's torso could be seen, it was obvious the skirt of her dress had been slit all the way to her hip. She turned at the last landing before the final three steps. Her short height meant she was fully visible to all as she paused.

The dress was very flattering. Spaghetti straps over her shoulders held up the top, and a plunging neckline left no opportunity for a bra. Yet, some miracle of undergarment managed to give her small tits just a hint of cleavage; enough to enhance the femininity of her look on this special night. Small diamond stud earrings completed her ensemble. Becca had been letting her hair grow longer, after learning Dave leaned toward long hair. Her naturally blonde hair reached a few inches past her shoulders when straight. It was a bit shorter than that at the moment as bands of joined hair strands fell in loose curls from her head.

As Dave suspected on Becca's descent, the skirt gathered just above Becca's right hip, leaving her entire right leg exposed.

"I think someone got the memo that Dave is a leg man." Liv muttered. There was light laughter following the comment, but Dave only had eyes and ears for his date. The first of his dates to arrive. He walked steadily, and slightly spellbound, to meet Becca at the base of the stairs and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. Becca was beaming before and after the kiss, though the slight apprehension seemed to disappear during.

Dave led her over to the others, clustered around the small bar area Janice had setup. Lupie slipped away to the kitchen after giving Becca a hug and beaming like a proud mother. Well, older sister. Mel handed them each a 'mocktail' before Dave conducted Becca to her seat on one side of his, at the head of the table. He gave her another kiss once she was seated. Then he caught Mel putting away her phone as she cleared her throat. With a quick pat on Becca's hand, Dave slipped away to observe Reena's entrance.

Kareena's feet first appeared, clad in white, open-toed wedge heels bearing a black line design on the upper. As she descended, a flowing, forest green skirt came into view, bearing a design done in gold thread. Her midriff was exposed. Her top was made in matching green to her skirt, also bearing tracery in gold thread along its bottom edge and the hem of the quarter sleeves. A green drape, again with designs in gold thread, lay across her shoulders. Medium-sized gold hoop earrings hung from her ears, but her head piece nailed the appearance she was after. One golden chain, bearing alternating clear and red crystals ran down her middle part, with two unadorned gold chains lying to each side. A pendant the size of a silver dollar, made of pearls and red gems fixed in gold dangled from the central chain, resting on her forehead, centered between her eyes and between her hairline and brow line. Her face was supremely confident and demure in equal measure. Dave met her at the base of the stairs, taking her hand gently and kissing her cheek. Then he led her to the cluster of ladies observing the festivities.

"That dress is lovely, Reena, dear." Vanessa said. "It's traditional is it not?"

"It is. The entire outfit and the skirt are called a lehenga, while the top is a choli, and the drape is a dupatta."

The ladies cooed over the garment a bit before Dave escorted Reena to her seat on the other side of the head. After a quick conversation with each lady, he made two small plates with a few appetizers each and placed them in front of his dates. He made a quick plate of his own and took his place at the head, Becca on his right and Reena on his left. Reena's dark hair gathered in a thick braid down her back contrasted with Becca's blonde curls cascading onto her shoulders. Both girls were bubbling over with excitement.

The others took turns circulating past and joining the trio's conversation while holding a small paper plate with an appetizer or two, emulating a real prom. When Lupie called Mel in to help plate up the dinner, the rest of the family filed out, after delivering a few hugs. The two cooks brought in the warm plates, each bearing a small steak, mashed potatoes, and a vegetable medley. Lupie gave Becca a quick hug from behind, whispering something in her ear. Whatever it was, it made Becca smile and blush. Mel did the same for Reena, though without the blushing aspect.

Dave ate one-handed, though not the same hand the whole time. The girls switched off holding his hand. They generously gave him time to slice up his steak into strips every few minutes. The talk was light, catching up on unshared activities of the past week, mulling desired amenities to be discussed with Vanessa and the rest of the family, 80's and 90's songs the girls had picked up from MTV's renewed format, and so on. Of course, Dave took a few opportunities to complement each of his dates on their hairstyle, the outfits they'd picked out and how it accented some feature or other. The girls were glowing. Keeping his compliments specific was apparently the way to go.

Eventually, the three arose, having finished eating several minutes prior. Dave escorted them both, simultaneously, one on each arm, to a couch against one wall of the living room. Initially, they continued their conversation. Janice and Olivia slipped in to clean up the dishes. Mel started up the next playlist, labeled 'Mood Setting'. The songs were chosen to get the celebrants relaxed and enjoying each other's company. The last few songs ramped up the beat.

Recognizing a song she'd chosen, Reena leapt to her feet, turned to grab Dave's hand, and drug him out on the 'dance floor'. For the next three songs she danced and hopped, her hands spending most of their time above her shoulders, unless they were draped over Dave's shoulders while she rocked her hips and stared into his eyes. Her braid flipped about as she cavorted.

The next song was a slow one. Reena let out a sigh, hugging Dave, her head against his chest. "This is Becca's song. Can you walk me back, and ask her on to the floor? She's getting more confident being here, but you'll need to ask her to dance."

Dave kissed her full on the lips, more than a quick peck, but less than a steamy passionate lip-lock. Then he walked her back to the couch where her best friend, his young blonde lover waited. Becca's eyes shone with anticipation as she watched her friend and her man approach, walking casually, loosely, with Reena occasionally leaning in to bounce her shoulder off Dave's arm. He pulled her in for one more kiss, before releasing her to take her seat. Then he took Becca's hand, asking her, "May I have this dance?"

Becca giggled. "Of course!" She leapt to her feet, squealing happily when Dave pulled her in for a kiss before leading her out to the open space. Becca's chosen songs were slower, which allowed her to cling to Dave, and gave Dave the kind of dance he was fully prepared for; shuffling his feet and swaying. His lack of skill at rug cutting didn't faze his lovely blonde nerd girl in the least. Holding him close and shuffling fit her needs just fine. He could feel her contentment in the way she held him. In this moment, her world was peaceful and perfect.

Becca looked up to stare into Dave's eyes. "Thank you, David. For so much. Everything you've done." Her eyes watered. "I never would have gotten through those first weeks without your help." She swallowed. "Then again through the long months, the three of us together, in two houses. And after; " her voice became too thick to talk. Dave kissed her. She calmed as he held her. "You gave me a new life David. You gave me love. I would never have gone to prom before, but with you, I want all of this."

A few songs later, an energetic tune began. Becca looked up to Dave. "Her turn." She gave him a kiss just as Reena tapped Dave on the shoulder.

"May I have this dance?"

"Certainly." Dave stepped back from Becca and offered her hand he held to Reena. Both teens laughed heartily at the joke. Then Reena stepped in and started dancing with Becca. The young blonde looked a bit surprised, but game to play along on this happy night. The girls danced half the song together, before turning to Dave, who had stepped a short distance away, and pulled him in. The three person dance worked for the remainder of the song but just barely. As that song ended, Dave walked Becca back to the couch before returning to his dark haired lover on the dance floor.

Her moves over the next several songs got more daring. A few moves in which her ass was rubbing on his thigh; including the one time she twerked; Dave noticed an odd firmness between Reena's cheeks. For her last song, she'd picked a slow dance. She confirmed to him that this was her last song, not Becca's first. Reena clung to him tightly, partly from exertion, partly for the feel of him against her.

"David, I need to be honest with you," Reena said sometime after her breathing steadied. "This dress, the lehenga, it's a special dress. It's not for every party, just special ones, like prom; or a wedding."

Dave looked into her eyes as she continued.

"Most Indian brides wear red, but my family is from Decca. We wear green for our wedding lehenga. This is the one my mother had made for me. I made sure to bring it when I came here. I'm; I'm not saying you have to marry me, but; this is my declaration. This is where I want to be, for the rest of my life, David. Here, in your arms, sharing life with you."

Dave's head spun with the revelation. I mean, damn, this young woman had just pledged herself to him for a lifetime. Granted, the serum made that a reality already, but; damn.

"Reena, I; I don't know what to say. I know we've only known each other for a few weeks, but you are deeply embedded in my heart already. I; worry about you and Becca, and Mel and Olivia; bound to me for the rest of your lives; or at least the rest of mine, and then what happens to you? I am glad you are in my life. You bring your own special light to this house, this family. I can't say that I'm in love with you, but I am taken with you; you , not just your body; and I feel that I am moving towards love."

Kareena's eyes watered softly as he spoke. When Dave finished, she moved in, offering her lips to him. Dave kissed her slowly and passionately. It took a moment for them to realize the music had stopped. Mel had paused the playlist because Reena's last song had finished, but the two lovers were not yet done.

Dave walked Reena back to the couch one last time, and brought Becca out to dance again. Hers were slow dances, but the pace seemed to pick up as they progressed through the set. The last song was of the high energy type that Reena leaned towards. Becca writhed all over him like a stripper on a pole. She was blushing and biting her lip the entire time. She was also smiling; a smile that grew wider when she brushed her ass across Dave's crotch and felt his fully engorged cock straining to get out. She got bolder with that affirmation. Fortunately, the song ended before she escalated to dry humping.

"You are wild, and crazy, and wonderful, Rebecca Sampson." Dave kissed her full on the lips, long and slow. There was a definite hunger in her eyes when they broke the kiss.

With Becca on one arm, Dave approached Reena. He offered her his other hand and she rose. A beautiful lady on either side, Dave waved to the rest of the family and went upstairs. A few catcalls followed them. Liv even called out "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Reena snapped back, laughing "Short list!" All the women laughed at that, with Liv clapping as she joined in.

Dave and his young lovers ascended the stairs, turning down the hallway to the 'hotel room'. He opened the door, standing back to let the ladies enter first. He was relieved at what he saw. Or rather, what he didn't see. He'd been a bit worried that Liv would do up the room like a cheesy bachelorette party, with sex themed decorations, and um 'accoutrements'. No such thing was in sight.

A foot and a half (half a meter) to the left as he entered was the foot of a full size bed, with its upper left corner nestled in the corner of the room. A small rectangular table just slightly taller than the bed sat against the same wall as the head of the bed, with a second full size bed beyond that, fitting neatly into the corner of the room diagonal from the door. The room was clean and spare, and slightly cozy. Just like a hotel room.

Both girls turned to him, hungry and excited. Becca pressed herself against Dave as she pulled his head down for a long, slow kiss that promised a lot more to come. Her hands wandered over his chest, back, and butt, encouraging him to do the same.

Dave started with his hands on her shoulders, rubbing down her arms and back up. Then he progressed to her shoulder blades, and her back, tracing his fingertips lightly up and down her spine. Settling his hands at her waist, he slowly brought them around to her front, his thumbs making circles as they lead the way onto her tummy. Becca was neither athletic, nor out of shape. Her tummy was soft and yielding. It was also sensitive, as were her sides. With a twinkle in his eye, Dave let a few strokes land just the way he knew would stimulate her tickle reflex.

Becca leapt backwards, letting out a shriek and a giggle.

"Must be my turn now." Reena purred. Dave was already erect with the inducements he'd received thus far. The young woman's sultry tones made his cock ache. She pulled herself to him, planting her soft lips on his, darting her tongue briefly into his mouth as an invitation before holding her own lips lightly parted for him. Her full tits pressed firmly into Dave' lower chest as she undulated her hips against him.

Then she broke the kiss, sighing. "Hmm, I'd love to keep going, but I did agree to the plan."

"Plan?"

"Umm-hmm. I got to dance first, she gets to get naked first."

Dave turned back to Becca, who was advancing on him again. She rose up to kiss him hungrily, while sliding her hands under his dark brown suitcoat and shoving it off his arms. Not hearing it fall to the ground, or feel it against his legs, Dave surmised Reena had caught it and was putting it somewhere out of the way.

Taking his cue, Dave slipped his hands around behind Becca's back, seeking out the zipper on the back of her dress. He found the line of it, and located the pull just as Becca finished unfastening the black buttons of his satiny purple shirt and began pulling the tails out of his pants.

He pulled her tight, slowing her actions, as he lowered her zipper unhurriedly. The flash of color on her face told Dave she knew he was stretching this out on purpose. Her look only got more determined as she pulled his shirt down his arms. Dave helped her cause, lowering his arms and folding his thumbs in so the cuffs fell free. He'd already gotten the zipper to its base anyway. Becca stared at him, bit her lip, and shrugged the straps of her shoulders. The dress fell smoothly and quickly to the floor.

On her chest, at the sides of her tits, leaving her medium brown areolas and firm nipples exposed, were two foam pads, that adhered to her curves and pushed her modest tits together, forming the bit of cleavage Dave had been admiring all night.

"Well ain't technology wonderful?" Dave drawled.

Becca giggled. "Wanna take them off?" she said before nibbling her lower lip. "Slowly, please."

Dave stepped close, picked her up, and kissed her as he placed her across the bed, on her back. He kissed his way to her jaw as the fingers of his right hand found the top corner of the foam. As he nibbled on the corner of her jaw, he pulled gently, persistently on the pad. It came free with only two flinches on Becca's face. Each one faded as Dave moved the assault of his lips to sensitive parts of Becca's neck. He kept up the distraction of his lips as he removed the foam piece on the left. That one came of easier.

Dave moved down to kiss her tits. His kisses and licks brought only moans, so the pad removal seemed to have no ill effects. Dave continued down Becca's body, kissing and suckling as he made his way to her panties. There; wasn't much there. Smaller than a G-string, and the string forming the waist of the panties sat high, obviously, to stay out of view of the slit. The tiny piece of cloth running between her legs just barely managed to cover her privates. If Becca'd left any hair on her pubis, none of it would be under the cloth. Her clit must have been ducking all night just to stay covered.

Dave looked up her body to see Becca bushing furiously; and grinning wildly. With his eyes locked on hers, he brought his lips to her gusset and kissed firmly. He felt light moisture as he made contact. Her back arched as he tongued her through the cloth. The panties became sopping wet in short order. Dave slipped his fingers into the string and pulled them down her legs. Becca now lay on the bed crosswise, her hips hanging just off the edge, her toes touching the floor. She lifted her head, and with a lift of her eyebrow and jerk of her head urged Dave to switch his notice to her friend. He kissed the inside of her knee before moving on.

Dave took a beaming Reena in his arms. The two lovers fell into a passionate kiss. Dave allowed his hands to roam for a little while, then brought them to her back. He found the ends of the string and pulled slowly on them, untying the knot securing her top. With the tension released from the string in the back, her weighty tits lowered slightly. Reena looked up at Dave adoringly as he lifted her top and freed her tits. She raised her arms as he continued the motion upward. A moment later, she was bare from her navel up. She wrapped her arms behind his neck and kissed him, pressing her lush chest against his firm torso.

Dave held her steady as she kicked off her shoes, then did the same himself. When her hands reached for his belt buckle, his sought out the zipper he expected to find at the back of her skirt. It wasn't there. Reena giggled and wiggled her hips. Picking up her cue, Dave sent one hand to each hip, finding a zipper on her right one. The placement made sense as it aided in the taper of the skirt fitting snuggly to her lower torso. He felt his zipper lower and his pants dropped. Her skirt followed shortly thereafter. Her hands went straight to his boxers, pulling them off his hips and shoving them downward. He slipped a finger into each side string of her panties and slowly lowered them. He paused as his arms reached their lowest extent, her panties dangling from his fingers. Reena stood essentially nude before him, though they were too close for him to fully appreciate the sight. Two weeks since her arrival, he had seen it all, but he hoped it never got old, with any of them.

Them. Dear God, he had multiple women willing sleeping with him, in full knowledge of the others. And these two. Two teen girls, in some ways so very different, but both just starting down the path of life. And both emphatically dedicated to him. Dave felt the weight of his responsibility to them as thoroughly as he felt elation at their enthusiastic company. And tonight was for celebration, and enthusiasm.

He dropped Reena's panties and knelt in front of her. As he leaned in, drawing a breath to fill his nose with her scent, she tapped him on the head. When he looked up, she pointed to Becca, lying on the bed. Right. The plan. He stood and led Reena to the bed, guiding her to lay down beside her friend. Like Becca, Reena lay crosswise, her hips just past the edge of the bed, her feet brushing the floor.

Dave knelt before Becca. He placed her legs over his shoulder, grinning at her sharp intake of breath. He kissed her inner thighs, alternating legs and slowly advancing towards her already so

Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

October 17, 2020.

All of Dave's partners were at the park, setting up the folding table and portable gazebo. None of his partners were wilting flowers, so he couldn't exactly muscle his way in to doing the set up. But, they had taken off with the intent that three would return to clean the dishes while the rest hung out in the park for Shawna to get off in barely an hour. Roscoe and Esme, of course, were among those getting to run around in the grass and fresh air.

So, Dave was at the sink, scrubbing dishes with some of his favorite songs playing out of his Echo Show in the kitchen. The volume was cranked, and so was Dave's voice as he sang along, rather skillfully, but a bit out of practice. Currently, he was belting through a Kenny Loggins song. One that got him energized and moving.

Isabella's eyes,

Oh,

shine your light and make your momma smile

"Who, yeah, shake it baby!"

Dave spun around, caught in the act. Doing dishes, and singing. And dancing. Sort of. Mel and Becca stood at the entrance to the kitchen, clapping and whistling. Lupie was beside them, with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

"I claim dibs on naming my first daughter Isabella!" Rebecca called out. Melanie pursed her lips and looked defeated.

"I'd fight you for that privilege, but with a daughter named Esmeralda, that'd be too close. Besides," Lupie added with a wry smile, "some would say it's the same name, so I guess I got there first." Then, she playfully stuck out her tongue. Now, Lupie is often fun loving, but this was a level of silly unheard of for her. Everyone was too busy laughing with her to show much in the way of shock though.

Dave moved in to hug her and delivered a soft kiss. Lupie hummed into the kiss and smiled before pulling back with a playful scowl.

"Don't think I forgot you were doing basic chores, David."

"They needed doing, and I didn't have much on my plate at the moment, corazon ." Lupie just narrowed her eyes at Dave's reply, but the smile below gave away her jest. For added measure, Dave slapped her ass and then squeezed. That and Lupie's 'Eep!' got Mel and Becca laughing again. Then they took up position behind Dave's shoulders, so he was surrounded by his partners. Their hands slid along his sides in ways that were chaste, for now, but hinted at an interest in something more.

"No, horny girls, remember this is Shawna's celebration. Picnic party in the park, the gift from Becca and Reena, and then she gets Dave all to herself until after breakfast." The younger women groaned, but acquiesced. "Shawna's heading straight there from work, and she texted me a few minutes ago she was on her way out the door. We need to wrap up here in short order and get to the park."

Lupie sent Dave to wash up and change for the party while the ladies finished the remaining dishes and picked up the last needed items for the party. They got to the park about ten minutes before Shawna, or just enough time for Roscoe to finish saying hello to each of them.

The other ladies greeted Shawna warmly, then she advanced on Dave, who had been waiting his turn.

"Congratulations, babe. I'm proud of you and happy for you."

Shawna wrapped him in a tight hug and a long, lingering kiss that was smoky rather than fiery. "I've been looking forward to that all day."

Dave smiled and dropped a quick peck on her lips. "So, just the two of us until tomorrow morning huh?"

Shawna grinned. "Umm-hmm. Very accommodating crew you've drawn to you, darling."

"And pretty good cooks too. You should get something to eat. I made that cucumber tomato salad you like."

"Ooo, with the fresh veggies you just harvested?"

Dave nodded. Shawna skipped happily to the table, Dave beside her, holding her hand.

Dave ate a double helping of everything. Each dish was tasty, and he was hungry. He sidled up to Shawna. "So how's Skippy the Wonder Boy doing?" Shawna's department now consisted of her, a young and fresh out of college guy with his master's in meteorology, and a young lady that was on her internship last spring when lockdowns hit. Each had different levels of skills, and each had shortages that Shawna, as the boss, had to train them up from. At least 'Skippy' had finished all the classes. He seemed like a pleasant guy on air. Unfortunately, he looked perpetually 14, wearing one of daddy's suits. The scruffy attempt at a beard was not helping.

Shawna's scowled. Hard. "Mitchell is coming along just fine. Especially for a young man thrust into a position with far more responsibility than he should have to carry this soon out of school."

"I'm sorry, hun. He always comes off as very pleasant, but he also looks way too young."

"He is too young. He's handling his professional duties quite well, though. It's his personal life I worry about occasionally."

"How so?"

"Well, his first partner was a former Cowboys cheerleader, and looks it. She's been off the squad for two years, so she didn't get snapped up by some rich guy wanting a trophy." Shawna paused to a rough exhale. "But yeah, this earnest, and rather naïve, nerd boy has the devastatingly hot, bubbly woman three years older than him dumped in his lap. His first day back after she'd joined him, I thought the top of his head was going to fall off, he was smiling so big."

Dave snorted at the image. He could understand the boy's predicament. That made him think.

"That was just the start. His second partner was his sister's best friend; she was homecoming queen and prom queen. The sad side is, his sister didn't make it." Shawna's voice caught. "So sometimes he's having sex with this beauty that he never thought would come near him, and sometimes they're crying together over his dead sister and her dead friend."

"Damn this fucking virus," Dave said huskily. He blew out a breath. "He really is one of us isn't he?"

Shawna nodded.

"How many partners does he have?"

"Mindy, his fourth partner joined him last week. He's probably getting a fifth soon." She thought for a moment. "Guess that means you'll be getting another lady soon as well."

Dave shrugged. "Yeah, maybe. I'm at seven now, so maybe that's it. That would be fine by me. Any one of you alone are incredible." He paused for the appreciative kiss. "I was thinking, if both families are plused up enough to be safe, then maybe we should invite him and his partners over. For games, or just talk and some background music."

Shawna brightened. "Now that's the man I fell for." She kissed him firmly on the cheek. "I don't know if he has any friends or family left, and his girls are nice ladies, but not nerds. Well, Ginger, his third partner is an anime fan, but I think that's the extent of her nerd creds. Mindy's an athlete. Now, all of them love him to death, and they may share some of his other interests, but not the nerdy stuff."

Dave frowned. "Sounds like Oracle isn't working out for him."

"Oh, no. He has interests that aren't strictly speaking nerdy. And I know there's some sharing going on there. Kelly, the former cheerleader, shares his love of gardening."

"And that's something Liv and I can share with the both of them."

"Yup."

"Okay, let's talk it over with the others and plan something." Dave looked chagrined. "So, uh, what's his real name?"

Shawna gave him a pursed-lip grin with narrow eyes. "Mitch. Mitchell Westfield"

"I'll work on that."

Shawna gave him some side-eye, but with a grin, as they walked back to the others. Becca and Reena were waving them over excitedly and everyone had gathered around the box with the cake Lupie'd made.

Shawna opened the package Reena held up for her. In the small box was a black t-shirt with the station logo over the heart on the front and "Weather Boss" across the back. The girls had carefully made sure it was just the right fit, not too snug or too loose for Shawna to wear to work. She laughed and hugged each teen.

"You two are pretty awesome you know?"

Both young ladies beamed.

Shawna draped the t-shirt over her shoulder as Lupie opened the box to reveal the cake. It was three layers, with milk chocolate icing. On the top was the station logo, with the words 'Chief Meteorologist'. Around the sides, as one walked around, there was a sun breaking through clouds, a cloud with rain falling from it, and the third tableau depicted a tornado, with a bit of dust obscuring the bottom.

"Oh, it's perfect Lupie! Thank you so much!" The ladies embraced before Lupie set about slicing the well-crafted dessert. Naturally, Shawna got the first slice. Between the layers was a thin puree of strawberries; Shawna's favorite. That was good for a small happy dance, which in turn, made Lupie happy.

With everyone chatting happily, Dave slipped away from the others. He just had a small side trip he needed to make.

About fifteen minutes later, Shawna came around the bend in the sidewalk as it exited the trees near the base of the bridge. She moved, unhurried, to Dave's side as he stood at the peak of the bridge, looking down at the stream passing below. In flood stage, it took a wider path, and might legitimately be called a river. Most of the time, it remained within the narrow channel with broad margins that were pleasant to walk along if you wore the right footwear.

"You know, we all saw you leave. We just thought you needed some space. Or some time." She looked into his face, seeing the evidence of tears, but not a full-on bawling episode. "This is Eddie's bridge isn't it?"

Eyes watering again, Dave didn't trust himself to speak and merely nodded. Shawna stepped closer and hugged him. They stood like that for a few minutes before she slowly released him.

"Thanks. I needed that. I just; I'm such a damn wimp. I know I need to be stronger for all of you, but I; I can't move past this."

"You keep focusing on the times you fall down. I see the man that gets back up, shoulders the burden, and keeps going."

"I don't want to though, I only do it because I have to."

"That's what makes you the man I've fallen in love with. No one wants to take the burden, and some people refuse to do it. You do it, knowing how much pain you'll go through again."

"This world sucks ya know."

"It always has, we just papered over it and let ourselves forget. Now is one of the times the ugliness rips through the paper walls and makes us look it in the face." Shawna paused to stroke the side of Dave's face soothingly. "Do you remember the Kurlan Naiskos, in TNG?"

"Yeah."

"One of your voices is an ox. Carry any burden, push through any problem, get the job done no matter the cost to yourself. A low-key hero. Maybe not the only hero within you. All I'm saying is, I am very glad to have you in my life, and to be a part of your life."

They stood there at the railing, looking at the water for a minute or so. Then Shawna spoke again.

"Honestly David, we're talking about your son's death here. I'd be worried if you weren't having bouts of sorrow. Hell, that would scare the shit out of me. I'd much rather come home to find you curled into a fetal position bawling your eyes out, than you just blithely going about your life as if nothing happened."

Dave looked up at her and smiled weakly. "Okay. Sorry, I just feel like such a pussy when I get like this."

"Don't make me tell Becca on you," Shawna said with a grin.

With a sly smile, Dave rejoined, "So, how may I convince you to keep my dirty secret?"

"Hmm, kitty's hungry, Davey." Shawna said in a low tone. Then she nibbled her finger and switched to a higher pitched schoolgirl pleading tone. "Kitty needs cream. Please Davey, pump your cream into my hungry, wet kitty."

"Kitty hell, I'm looking at a strong, capable panther that could eat me alive and make me smile the whole time."

Shawna grinned, excited. The skirt she wore that day was long and loose, without being flowy. Dave knelt briefly to reach his hands up and pull off her thong panties. He stuffed them in his pocket as she gathered the lower part of her skirt in her hands and leaned back against the railing. Fortunately, Dave was wearing jeans instead of cargo shorts today. Cargos would have dropped to his ankles the moment he unbuckled, leaving his bare ass out for anyone to walk by and see. Though no one seemed to be on the trail today.

Instead, he unbuckled and unzipped, lowering his jeans and boxers just enough to bring his already half-erect cock out. When he stepped closer to Shawna, she wrapped her left leg around his waist and draped the skirt to cover the both of them.

A few minutes of hungry kisses and energetic groping had Dave at full mast. He slipped himself inside Shawna's drenched pussy while she groaned. They fucked hard. Shawna focused mostly on staying upright and close, but put some effort into fucking back at him. Dave drove himself into her, his hunger matching hers, one hand behind her torso, the other fondling her tit through her shirt and bra roughly, the way she liked when they were going fast. His thumb and forefinger grasped at her nipple, and Shawna hit her first orgasm. She shook in Dave's arms, her rippling inner muscles running riot on his intruding organ. As she calmed, he approached his peak. She could see it in his eyes and urged him onward with soft, lusty whispers. As Dave erupted, she clutched him tight, her body overcome with spasms as the serum renewed her attachment to him, giving her pleasure when he attained climax.

When her shuddering subsided, she kissed him warmly. Dave slipped himself out of her and quickly fixed his boxers and jeans. He handed her panties back, so she had something to stem the fluids flowing out of her. There were knowing smiles when they rejoined the others, but no commentary.

In the mid-evening, with dusk sufficiently fallen outside, Dave and Shawna lay cozily tangled in the bath. With darkness outside and only the smallest, dimmest light on the vanity, the lighting gave a warm, inviting ambience. Peach bubble bath scented the air more than the water. It was just a little late in the year for a fresh peach; Dave checked that early in his planning.

Shawna took another deep breath, a big, lazy grin on her face. "My favorite scent ever."

"So can I call you my Georgia peach, even if you're not from Georgia?"

"Well, I sort of am. My mother's from Georgia. Mom and Dad met at UGA. He was majoring in Civil Engineering and she was majoring in Music Education. When they graduated, they moved to St Louis to start their new life together. Dad grew up in Creve Coeur, a town near St Louis."

"That's a sweet story."

"Umm hmm. I'm hoping to have the same happily ever after here. They're both alive and quarantining hard. Hopefully, the vaccine will get there soon. I haven't said anything to them directly, but they are being careful."

Dave gave a slight extra squeeze to the hug. They sat there in silence again for a while. Then Dave's hands slipped downward a bit, cupping her tits lightly as he hummed '; really love your peaches wanna shake your tree ;” Shawna recognized the tune and chuckled.

It was a long, slow, comfortable night, with more cuddling and light touching than sex. Ditto for the wake up.
Chapter 8; Planning a Future.

October 19, 2020.

Shawna's early shift meant she was home for dinner with enough time to change and sit with the family talking while Lupie and Reena prepared the meal.

"Mom was a pretty good painter. She actually sold a few at small auctions. The one she was proudest of, she gave to Dave though. He's a fan of seascapes, so she made this beautiful painting with a cliff in the upper left and a roiling, storm-tossed ocean filling most the canvas. Lots of white caps and ocean spray, dark stormy waters, the whole works. You could almost feel like you were on the deck of a ship struggling to stay afloat in the storm." Liv looked wistful as she spoke of her mom's talents.

"Oh! I've seen that one!" Jan exclaimed.

The others looked between Livy, Dave, and Jan.

With a neutral face that they had become accustomed to at certain times Dave said, "I put it away in a closet to keep it safe. I; went through a dark time there for a while. I didn't want to damage it."

"And I found it when I was looking for the book boxes you mentioned. I'm sorry I brought it up, Dave." Olivia nodded her agreement with Jan.

"Don't be ladies. Janelle's gift is a bright point. Honestly, I'm at a place now that I would feel safe bringing it back out. And the photos."

A small relief settle over the gathering. There were a few spots that obviously held a picture or painting for some years, but had been bare when the ladies arrived. The general state of the world, and the events of Olivia and Melanie's arrival made each reluctant to broach the subject.

"It would be good to see pictures of Eddie, Janelle, and; Carter?" Shawna said softly.

"I don't think I ever saw Livy's parents, but I met Eddie a few times." Becca chimed in. "He was a nice guy. Kinda handsome too. But, I know where he got that from." She blew an air kiss to Dave. The others grinned or chuckled, with a few nods.

"Well, she made the painting in Eddie's senior year, and he was between girlfriends when Mom finished. She had me bring it over on a weekend she knew Eddie was staying with Dave. Dave hadn't moved to this house yet."

Dave chuckled, in memory, as he realized where Olivia was going with this story.

"Keep in mind, Eddie is almost three years older than me. At the time, I was a few months past fifteen, and Eddie was shy of his eighteenth birthday by a few months. Mom drives me, but hangs back a bit, having me talk to Dave and Eddie. I get to Dave's front door, all flustered, 'cuz here's my crush, that I fantasize about spending my life with," Olivia is beaming a big smile at this point, with Dave replying with a shame-faced smile, "being all happy for this gift I'm giving him and showing me all this affection, but like I'm a well-loved daughter, not a woman he'd go out with. And all these little-girl-in-love feelings are just going haywire."

The older ladies all showed some level of sympathy for Olivia. For her part, Becca slipped off her spot, nestled in beside Dave and said, "I don't know what you're talking about." The play-act was good for a chuckle.

"That's when Eddie pipes up and offers to take me out that evening. He looked uncertain, but somewhat interested. We were friends, but there'd been no romance, no attraction. I was torn, because Eddie is a; " Olivia swallowed "--was a great guy, but he wasn't the guy I was after. I agreed, though. A week later he admitted that Dave put him up to it, and Mom was almost certainly involved. The three of them made multiple attempts at throwing us together. Hell, Eddie was the only boy Daddy didn't try to scare off."

"Wait, so you dated Eddie?"

"Not really. It was just two friends hanging out. It happened a few times as Mom, Dad, and Dave kept trying to get us together, but it never stuck. We both thought the other was an incredible person," she paused for a second again, "but there was no; no spark of desire. I mean, yeah, he thought I was pretty, I thought he was handsome, but it just wasn't there."

"OK, 'cuz that would have been really weird. Especially if you two had; "

"Nope." Olivia said it awfully quick, with a bit of extra color rising in her face.

That caused everyone else to lean in.

"Girl," was all Shawna said.

Olivia rolled her eyes and exhaled hard. "They were trying so hard, and we really liked each other, and we thought maybe if we just tried; but we couldn't kiss without giggling. Like we couldn't bring our lips together we'd bust out laughing first. On the cheek was fine, but lips touching was just too goofy." Olivia stared off into space for a moment. "Okay, there was one time we tried to go all the way. I was over eighteen by then. We each undressed ourselves, but by the time we were both naked, we both had the nervous giggles. On paper, we should have been a great match, but something big was missing."

"Oh, I've felt it," Becca said, waving her hand in the air, "I know what the big missing thing was."

The whole house cracked up laughing.

"Hey, we are talking about my friend here. And he's Dave son, so he was no slouch there. It just wasn't hard. That was a little demoralizing. I'm standing there, naked, tits out, not trying to hide anything, and I was already keeping it trimmed, so it's all out there where he can see it, and he's limp. Full length, but limp. That was a blow to my ego."

Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

October 5th, 2020.

Dave and Liv spent the morning getting lumber and gate hardware. Other changes would take much longer to plan, and would need professionals to implement, but today they were putting in a gate between the backyards to facilitate caring for the chickens. And give more play space for Esme and Roscoe. He'd made no move to threaten the chickens.

It took over an hour to tear out the boards from the section that would be a gate by the end of the day. Dave worked from Lupie's yard, while Liv worked from Dave's. Both were being careful to preserve the boards that were still in good condition. Those could be reused. If not today, then for another project.

As they each pulled boards from the fences, Dave gained a view of Liv as she worked. Granted, he'd seen her working in the yard, or building things before. But back then, she was the young girl he helped guide to adulthood. Now, she was the young beauty that shared his bed in addition to his life. And god was she beautiful. He'd only appreciated her looks in an esoteric sense previously. 'Why yes, Livy is a lovely young lady' in response to another's comment or question. Things had changed.

Knowing she'd be fence-building today, Liv had worn a sturdy bra that could keep her; assets from flopping all over the place. But pulling nails and tugging boards loose still had them moving under her denim shirt like two quarreling kittens. Her ass filled the seat of her jeans just right too; not a bubble butt, just nicely curved. Thank God she wore work jeans and not skinny jeans. Dave had enough blood in the wrong place without her jeans clinging to the silhouette of her legs. Man had to get some work done.

They'd removed the pickets, trimmed the rails and the kickboard when Dave heard the sliding door.

"It's lunch time you two," Lupie called out. "Knock off for a bit. Come in and get a sandwich and a drink."

Dave brushed most of the saw dust off as he walked to the house. He kissed Lupie when he got to the door. Lupie returned it, but when he moved to press himself against her, she shoved him away.

"Not 'til you've had a shower mister," she demanded.

He chuckled. "Yes, dear." She just laughed.

Melanie joined them. Her footfalls stopped, briefly, right behind him. Lupie and Liv looked at each other with knowing looks, but he didn't ask them or Mel why. She did have a quick, quiet conversation with Liv and Lupie as Dave headed out to finish. It was a short conversation as Olivia was not far behind.

The next few hours were more physically demanding than the morning as Dave and Olivia dug new postholes, mixed cement, then filled the holes and placed the posts. Even so, the hardest part was adjusting the guidelines keeping the posts vertical until the cement set. Constantly adjusting the lengths of each line until the level red true seemed to take more time than all the other work. Now they had to give the cement at least a day to set before hanging the gate. Dave and Olivia secured their tools and left the work area neat before heading in.

As Dave pulled back the sliding glass door he was tackled by a mass of flesh that he could tell by feel was female. Well, the only other bodies in the house were ladies, so that helped too. She was also very excited. A flash of red hair as kisses rained on him helped him identify Melanie as his enthusiastic paramour. He had to back pedal a few steps to keep the two of them from falling to the deck.

"Get a room, ya slut," Olivia laughed.

Melanie finally came up for air. "I don't need a room. Just this hot, sweaty man." She planted her lips firmly on Dave's as her hands sought out the hem of his shirt. She yanked it over his head swiftly, barely pausing her lips in their quest for more Dave.

"Seriously? We're doing this right here?" Dave inquired. Mel nodded as she got her hands on Dave's belt.

"The Esme rule," Liv interjected.

"This isn't the couch."

Liv laughed and rolled her eyes. "Lawyers and coders, always looking for the loophole. I think Esme's in the library studying. I'll make sure she stays there for a bit." She pulled the curtain closed after the glass door.

Mel slowed her kissing, and moved from Dave's face to his shoulders as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She took care to kiss every curve of his modestly defined shoulder muscles. No, more like savored. Dave decided to start evening the score, and grabbed her t-shirt; one of his actually, with the logo "University of Mars"; and pulled it over her head. It made her pause and grin, but barely slowed her progressive kissing down his body and getting his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

Mel immediately took him in her mouth, working him to full erection quickly before plunging her head up and down. Satisfied he was at maximum stiffness, she straddled him while pulling the gusset of her shorts and panties aside revealing her already wet slit, her labia flowering outward in readiness. Mel sank herself on to Dave in one motion, letting out a grunt as he filled her. She opened her eyes and lowered her torso to his, kissing fervently as she rocked her hips up and down and rubbing her tits along his chest. Both of them found this quite stimulating. Hands roamed, tongues tangled, lips meshed.

They seemed to hit a plateau, until Dave rolled them over. He began thrusting long swift strokes, causing Melanie to moan and lift her legs upward in a 'v' shape. She clutched his back and lifted her pelvis. As his thrusting pace increased Mel's vocalization devolved into happy grunts. Her fingers rotated, digging her nails into him.

"Oh! God Yes!" Melanie arched her back, finding her release. A few moments later, Dave cascaded over the cliff with her, triggering a second orgasm in her even as the first had barely descended its peak. Dave held still and Mel clung to him as she shook. He nuzzled the side of her face with his cheek. When her breathing slowed, she grabbed his head and pulled him into a fiery kiss.

Mel had an enormous grin as the two separated and began fixing their clothes.

October 6, 2020.

"Why are you cooking dinner, Dave? I thought it was Mel's night."

"She is making the house dinner conejita, but I am taking your mother on a date today. We'll probably be gone through dinner."

Esme made a face. "Ew, gross. So you two will be feeding each other little bites and doing other cutesy stuff?"

"Probably," Dave chuckled. He scooped out a small portion on the tip of a spoon and held it out for her.

Esme gamely took a bite. She swallowed but made a face. "Ew, what was that? Something popped and was bitter, or pickle-y."

"Capers. I like 'em. I think your mom might too. I get it if you're not a fan."

"Not. Most definitely not." Esme watched as Dave packed the container into a bag with sliced bread, several water bottles, a container of homemade whipped cream, and a box of strawberries from the greenhouse. As Dave stood, re-evaluating his packing, Esme spoke again.

"It's not like I don't know what's going on around here. Ya'll get kinda loud sometimes. I know, I know 'I'm too young to talk about these things', but seriously it's a basic part of life as an adult right?"

"I won't go sticking my nose in," she continued, "and yeah, I don't want to see it going on, but you don't have to walk on eggshells around me."

"Oh, seriously though? We should get more candles or something, 'cuz something about that gets kinda funky afterwards. I've gone into the master bedroom to talk to mom a few times and, Wow dude. I can tell which mornings you get lucky. Or they do."

"The way y’all act it's like you're both sure you got more out of it than the other, or more than you deserve or something. At least you're all happy. All though, yeah, sometimes if too many of you are walking around dreamy faced it gets kinda suspense film creepy."

"Seriously though? I'm really happy for mom. And Becca. Mom's been lonely for a long time, and Becca spent about half the year looking like her heart had been ripped out. They are way better now than they were. I haven't seen mom this happy in; ever. And Becca is as bouncy happy as she's ever been. So yeah, whatever weird stuff is happening, is fine with me. I'd rather not see it though. Or hear it. Or smell it."

After laying out the blanket for the two of them, the first thing Dave pulled out of the basket was an MP3 player.

"You could have just used your phone, papi. Why go old school?"

"Because this has more memory than my phone mi luz."

Lupie chuckled lightly. "Your pronunciation is all wrong." She stepped in closer, their faces inches apart. "But your delivery is all right." They kissed softly, holding each other loosely. The romantic appetizer lasted a minute or so before they settled down to the blanket. Lupie smirked, one eyebrow cocked as Dave adjusted the position of the music player.

"Well, it's not like I brought out a Walkman."

"Don't you mean a Discman?"

"Discman came a decade later. The Walkman was in the eighties, and it used cassettes."

"Old man," Lupie smirked.

"So I shouldn't tell you about my parents' blue panel van with an eight track player back in the seventies?"

Lupie laughed. "Sometimes it's hard to remember you really are that much older than me. But when I do, it's a good thing. I have an appreciation for age and wisdom." She leaned in to plant a warm, lingering kiss on his lips.

Dave rolled his eyes. "On a date with a thirty two year old and I'm still robbing the cradle."

"Umm, you can rock this cradle all day long, papi," she purred.

They bantered for a bit as Dave put together the chicken salad sandwiches, and grew quiet as they ate. Lupie did appreciate the capers, and the celery seed. As they were feeding strawberries to each other (after dipping them into some whipped cream lightly laced with rum) 'Brown-Eyed Girl' came on; the Jimmy Buffett version with steel drums. Dave swayed with the rhythm as he offered a strawberry to Lupie. As it got to the later lyric '; making love in the green grass, behind the stadium with you, my brown-eyed girl; ' Dave wiggled his eyebrows. Lupie giggled at first, then realized he wasn't just being silly.

"David, no! Out here, where anyone can see us?!"

"Loops, there's a row of tall bushes between us and the path. If someone is out getting some exercise, they'll never know we're here."

"You have a way of making me loud, mi amor," Lupie beamed.

"Then we'll take it nice and slow, darling," Dave said as he buzzed his lips next to her ear. He took a firm hold of her tit, massaging it just how she liked. Lupie sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. They made out like teenagers before shucking his pants and boxers. Lupie surprised him with the revelation she hadn't worn any panties. She blushed at her own daring. Then they made love. Long, slow, passionate joining of two hearts giving and taking in unison. The sun had set long before they left. The temperature dropped with the sun, but holding each other close and making their own heat, they never noticed.

October 8, 2020.

Dave was in his office, wrestling with code for his game when Becca came in, with Kareena. He'd left the game on hiatus for a while, with bigger issues to deal with, and a suspicion that an erotic harem post-apocalyptic game may not be interesting any more, between the actual apocalypse happening and the 'addictive sperm' serum now running through women's veins. But, he had started the project, he wanted to finish.

"Hey Dave, looks who's here!" Becca announced.

Dave looked up and was immediately confused. "Are they waiting for me to come down and sign?"

"Oh, no, they said since I was one of your partners, I could sign."

"Hello Dave." Kareena's entangled fingers wouldn't stop moving. Her shoulders were rounded, pulled inward and down. Her feet shifted. Her deep brown eyes wouldn't rise above his knees.

Dave motioned her to a chair. "You seem worried. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes." Her eyes flicked up to his for just a moment, before dropping again. "It's just different from what I'm used to, what I expected for my life for several years. But I want a change. And I was relieved when the match system said we were eighty three percent compatible. I was worried it would be a lot less."

Dave motioned for her to take a seat. "So, how are you feeling?"

Reena blushed at the implication. "I'm okay. Not antsy like they said would happen, but it hasn't been too terribly long just yet. I mean, I could right now if you want to." She rushed the last sentence out.

"It's okay. This is a big step in life, bigger than society made it out to be in the past couple decades." Dave paused for a minute. He caught Becca's eye then cocked his head towards the door. She took the hint and left, pulling the door shut. "It's just the two of us now, face to face, with no one listening. Is there anything you want to say or ask?"

Kareena looked at him, looked away, and back. "I don't want to be everybody's salon girl."

Dave blinked and nodded his head. While he was waiting for her to continue, he took the time to notice her attire. It hadn't been his instinct in the past, not anything beyond 'That looks nice' in a sincere tone. He'd begun to learn that what a woman was wearing may be a clue to her general intent in a conversation. If in fact, she had dressed for him, and not some other purpose. In this case, it wasn't egotistical to believe Reena had dressed for him. Her orange half shirt played counterpoint to her lovely brown skin balanced between milk chocolate and sienna. Her tits stretched the top to pull ripples into the fabric. below her shirt, her smooth, flat, tummy bore no adornment. Neither did her lovely oval navel. Her jeans rode low on her hips, and were so tight they may well have been painted on.

"I know I said I was good with that stuff, and I kinda am, at like, an amateur level, but I don't want to do that all the time. Like, just as a hobby, if something special is happening." She started tearing up as she talked.

Dave reached out, taking her hand in his, gently. A gazed at her face until she met his eyes. "I didn't bring you here to do nails and hair a such. I brought you here because as a family, we agreed you would be a welcome addition. We all realize you are young, and still figuring out where you want to fit in the world. We did not expect you to fill in any particular house duty." He brushed a loose lock of raven black hair behind her ear, and received a smile. "When colleges re-open, take a few classes, see what interests you; "

"My dad said since I wasn't going to accept an offer from the guy he wanted me to pair with, he was cutting me off. I don't think I'll be taking classes until after I can get a job to build up tuition money."

Dave chuckled. "Family sticks together, Kareena. Jan and I both work for the community college, which can get you a tuition discount. Given that they've already forgiven all student loan debt, the government is probably going to fund all tuition, or most of it, going forward. And, well, there are four adults in this household with established careers and we've all been fairly careful with our money. You want college, you can get college."

Reena relaxed a bit, but not entirely.

"Also, there is a spread of skillsets among us. Sit and talk with each of us. Shadow us while we do our jobs. Get to know our fields of expertise. Well, the remote part anyway. Probably going to be awhile before you can actually go to our places of work, even once we can go back. Odds are, something will sound interesting, if not our exact jobs, something related. Worst case scenario, you learn a lot of what you don't want to do and get to know us more than you might want to."

Reena giggled. It made Dave feel better, knowing he could rouse her out of her anxiety. He kept his eyes on her, smiling. Reena shifted in her chair and adjusted her leg position.

"Dave?"

"Yes?"

"I think I'm ready now."

Dave blinked for a moment. Two and a half weeks living in the new serum-world and it still took him a bit to register what she meant. "Oh. Um, are you sure?"

She nodded. Her breathing was deeper than when she'd come in. Dave stood and reached a hand to her. She lifted her hand to his and stood.

Reena followed Dave to the bedroom and stood, still and uncertain, as he closed the door. Turning from the door, he noticed her shaking.

"Reena, this is only going to work if it's something you want to do."

Panic washed over her face. "I want to, I do. I'm just a little scared." She licked her lips and tried to steady her breathing. "It's just; I, uh; well, Becca talked about how you, uh; do; things. It's never been like that before. I mean, both boyfriends that I've; been with; just kinda; did their thing and got off."

Dave approached her. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder and looked into her eyes. "I'm not the greatest lover, so I hope Becca didn't put me on too high a pedestal. I do take the time to pay attention to a woman's needs. That said, this first time, you're only going to get there when the first bit of my fluid hits you, and then again when I pop. I could be the greatest lover in the world, and nothing will get you to climax other than those two events the first time."

Reena smiled warmly and laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his torso. "I came here for the long term Dave. The short term is less important." After gathering her thoughts, she continued. "Just show me I matter to you, that's all I ask."

Dave stroked his hand through her long, dark hair. He kissed the crown of Reena's head and ran his hands gently down her arms. He pulled her closer by the waist and she raised her head. Their lips met and each let their hands roam across the others' body. Kareena moaned into the kiss. Dave took that as encouragement and allowed his hands to rise to caress the sides of her luscious, sizable tits over top her shirt. She shuddered and pressed herself to him.

Dave picked Reena up gently and seated her on the edge of the bed before joining her. He kissed her neck and nibbled her collarbone. Dave slipped his fingers under her top and lifted slowly, pulling his face back to allow her half shirt to pass. He dropped his face to kiss the upper slopes of her tits as his hands sought out the bra clasp in the back. He briefly recalled the mistake with Shawna, just as he found the interfering component. It yielded quickly to his touch and Reena shrugged off the straps, allowing the bra to slide to her legs and fall to the floor.

Dave pulled his face back to admire the view. Even at what must be a D or E cup, her tits stood out proudly with the perkiness of youth. He locked eyes with her and latched her lips with a hungry kiss. Reena groaned with a hunger that matched his own. He placed his hands beside her tits, thumbs stroking the underside of the soft orbs enflaming his desire.

Reena's breathing sped up with his caresses. She gasped as he took one dark brown nipple and areola in his mouth and suckled. "Oh, David; oh God, that feels good." She whimpered as he released her aroused nub, then hummed passionately as he engaged her mouth again with his own. As their tongues danced, he lowered her torso to the bed, her defiant bust yielding only slightly to the insistence of gravity as each hung off to the sides. Dave kissed down her cleavage and nipped and kissed about her abdomen before bringing his mouth to rest just above the button of her jeans.

He looked up her body, between her tits. Only when she lifted her head to return his gaze did he unbutton her jeans and peel them back slightly as he began kissing the small exposed area of her pelvis. He half stood, still dallying his lips on her taut flesh as he moved himself around her knee to settle between her legs. He peeled her jeans down to her knees before pulling upwards, lifting her legs in the air and stripping her jeans off.

He stood, bring the jeans clear of her feet, then caught her legs against his chest. If the look in her eyes and her rapid, deep breathing hadn't been enough to confirm her arousal, the warm, musky scent of her sex screamed it loudly. It was heady, rich, and inviting. He parted her elevated legs and slowly knelt, his eyes on hers, a lecherous smile on his face as he lowered it towards the lace panties covering her throbbing center. The black tracery woven through the garment gave accent to the richness of the red base. His face only inches from her sex, he paused, inhaling the scent of her,

Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

David Belsus – 46, physics & astronomy professor at Eastfield college, a community college in the Dallas area. Prepper, survivalist, has a greenhouse in his backyard and lives in an outer ring suburb. Six foot, fit, short cropped hair.

Lupie Ramos – 32, former financial advisor, Dave's neighbor, got caught out of state when the lockdowns started. She spent two frantic weeks trying to get back to her daughter. Lupie has been in love with Dave for over a year. Long, dark brown hair, medium build, and a lovely smile.

Esme – 9, daughter of Lupie, prone to the occasional snarky comment. Adores Dave.

Becca; 18, Lupie's babysitter, was watching Esme when lockdowns occurred. Her refusal to abandon Esme, as her mother insisted, likely saved Becca's life, since her extended family ignored precautions and died of Duo. Esme, Lupie, and Dave are all Becca has left in the world. Short, medium build, small tits, with short blond hair and a smile that is shy with strangers and beams with family and friends.

Janice Wheeler; 33, Dave's first partner to arrive, a librarian at Cedar Valley, another community college member of DCCCD. Slender build and medium height, Janice is 3/4 Korean, her paternal grandfather is Anglo. Medium length black hair often pulled back in a bun for work or ponytail at home.

Shawna Cooper; 36, senior meteorologist at WFAA, Master's degree in meteorology from O U, worked at NSSL and spent time as a storm chaser. Whole hog sci-fi nut, beginning with Start Trek TNG. 5' 10", large tits, medium brown skin, dark brown eyes, shoulder length black hair styled like a frizzy weeping willow.

Olivia Tyler (Liv); 21, senior studying horticulture at Tarleton State University, near Dallas. Daughter of Carter and Janelle, Dave's best friends since college. Had a well-known crush on Dave throughout her teen years. Since her dad was former SF and a survivalist, Liv is skilled with several firearms as well as bladed weapons. Never failed to take a deer any season she's hunted. 5'10" long, dark brown hair, large tits, lightly tanned, brown eyes, and a wide smile.

Melanie Ustanich; 22, graduate student in IT at Tarleton, Liv's roommate, recently found a passion for cooking. Spent most of her life in foster homes, Liv's parents accepted her like family the first time she went with Liv on Thanksgiving Break. 5'8" medium length auburn hair, green eyes, small mouth with a ready, mischievous smile.

During the interlude, Dave took some time to look over Melanie. He knew less about her than the others, but more than he'd known about Jan or Shawna when they'd shown up on his doorstep. He knew from a glance that she dressed more stylishly than Olivia, though he'd be hard pressed to describe why. He thought both looked great, even if he could tell a difference instinctively. He was always a fan of variety. Silver studs in her ears support three short silver chains each, drawing the eye tantalizingly into the chasm of her russet mane. The verdant green of Mel's satiny top provided the perfect counterpoint to the auburn tones of her hair. The cinched belt securing the crossing panels of her blouse held it together well, yet giving tantalizing views of her medium sized tits. The black slacks clung closely to her well-shaped thighs and calves without the 'painted on' look.

"Dave, could you make me one of your 'ginger ales' please?"

"Sure, Liv. Anyone else want something?"

"Can you make me one of those drinks you made that first time?" Becca asked.

"Yeah, that's what Livy is asking for. Seven-Up and Captain Morgan mixed to look like ginger ale."

"Oh, okay, then one of those please."

"You got it."

Dave got to mixing drinks. Jan asked if anyone else wanted wine. All the others voiced their interest, Jan pulled two bottles of blush from the pantry and brought them to the living room. Lupie grabbed wine glasses for each of them and handed them out as Jan poured.

Dave watched Becca's first sip carefully. He'd mixed this one normal strength, not the light pour he'd given her last time. Eyes flared, she took a smaller sip than usual, but nodded before setting it on the side table.

"Olivia, dear," Lupie asked softly, "I hesitate to ask, but can you tell us about your parents? Should we contact them that you are here, or, are they; ?"

"Dad died six weeks ago. Mom passed a week later." Olivia took another sip. Melanie hugged her loosely. Olivia's voice took on a husky note. "She called me, near the end. She told me Dad had died. That she was very ill and wasn't; wasn't, ah,; She knew she wouldn't make it." One hot tear dallied along the top curve of her cheek before coursing downward. Dave took her hand. "She said I should pursue my dreams. All of them." Livy looked Dave dead in the eyes. "She said she'd known for a long time it was more than a crush, that she was sorry she'd belittled it by calling it that. And then ;” Olivia sucked in a breath.

Mel hugged Olivia again.

"We're all here for you. Let it out at your own pace." Lupie encouraged softly.

"She said 'Love him. Love him like I never did. Love him like he deserves.' And then she closed the call." A hard sob shook through Olivia as more tears fell. Dave and Mel hugged her, one from each side. Dave did so while looking at the ceiling with a distant gaze.

After several minutes of silence, Jan got up for a second plate. Dave stood to join her. "My mind still doesn't want to eat, but my stomach got a taste of that bruschetta and wants more. Of that, and everything else." Jan smiled and gave him a quick kiss, which he returned.

"Can you tell us something about Eddie?" Shawna asked after Dave sat back down.

Dave thought for a minute. Slowly, a proud smile spread across his face. "His Eagle project." Olivia smiled and nodded.

"Eddie was an Eagle Scout?" Jan asked.

"Yes, he was. Got his Arrow of Light as a Webelo too." Livy provided.

"Eddie and I were just beginning to reconnect when he began working on his Eagle rank. For his project, he decided to build a foot bridge across the stream in the park."

"Armadillo park? The bridge on the south end?" Becca asked.

Dave smiled broadly. "That's the one. Before that bridge, anyone walking the path and crossing the bridge at the north end would have to turn around when they hit the ends of the u-shaped path. For some folks, that was more walking than they could handle, so they wound up getting less exercise, or taking their walks in the few areas with sidewalks or walk along the side of the road. Either way they got very little 'green time'. He found a bridge design appropriate for the location, one that would last with little maintenance and convinced a local construction company to donate materials. He met with the city manager and then spoke before the city council to arrange an agreement for maintenance."

"The foreman of the construction company and his best concrete specialist offered their services to supervise the volunteer workers and ensure the quality of the work. I think Eddie had a hand in that." Dave's pride in his son couldn't have been any louder on his face.

"The kicker was, he vetted the design to make sure the angle of the curve was suitable for someone in a wheelchair. So at the ribbon cutting, the young lady that cut the ribbon, and the first to cross was in Eddie's class. I think she wound up the class Salutatorian. Anyway, she was paraplegic, lost the use of her legs in an accident during her eighth grade year." Dave paused. "I think she and Eddie started dating not long after."

Olivia snorted. "They were already dating. I think that night was the first time she gave him the goods though."

"Go Eddie." Shawna said huskily.

"Seriously?" Dave asked Olivia.

"Pretty sure. Not 100%. I mean, I know they did it. Like a lot. Once they opened up that part of the relationship they were like bunnies. I'm not absolutely sure that night was the first night though."

"Hell, I was nineteen before my first time. He was always better with people than I ever was." Dave's looked wistfully into the distance, like he was seeing through the walls at something beyond. Then he swallowed hard. He took a steadying breath and blew it out slowly. Becca rubbed his shoulder lightly before giving it a soft kiss. Dave smiled at her, then leaned in to deliver a light peck on her cheek.

He looked outward again, scanning across the room. "Thank you all for putting up with this. I'm sorry for acting like such a p--"

Becca pressed a finger firmly to Dave's lips. "If that word crosses your lips, you'd better be talking about our body parts. The man that I've watched, relied on, and come to trust implicitly sure as hell isn't one of those. And he deserves better than that." The fire in her red-rimmed eyes put the punctuation to her statement. Dave just nodded in concession to his young lover's demand. With an impish grin she added, "And for the record, anytime we're getting frisky, or flirting, I'm perfectly happy with you calling it: or me: a pussy." She grabbed his hand and shoved it between her shorts-clad legs for emphasis.

Becca's addendum broke the somber mood of the room. Everyone got a good laugh. A brief quiet descended as everyone ate a few bites or stared into their drink. Dave looked up to see Jan and Lupie gazing at him, concern and sympathy clearly written across both of their faces.

"Well, Becca, since you have some history with our man, tell me something to catch me up with all of you." Shawna requested.

"Oh, tell her about the cupcake exchange." Jan suggested. "Dave told me about it while the two of you were getting vaxxed."

"Oh that one she told me already. Good story."

"Okay, so something new." Becca paused, then blushed. She bit her lip and looked sideways at Dave and cringed. Then she flicked her eyes to Lupie. Lupie caught the look and rolled her eyes. "Go ahead." She said with a sigh. Then she turned her face away.

"So, um, you know how Dave runs a couple times a week, and works out with his staff in the backyard about as often?" Shawna nodded at Becca's narrative, then turned to give Dave an appreciative leer. "Ahem, well, it's cooler now, so he does he work outs in a t-shirt and shorts."

Shawna nodded again, then stared at Dave's torso like she was imaging him bare chested and sweating. Well, she'd seen him shirtless often enough. Melanie's breathing became slightly deeper and slower as she sized him up as well.

"Well, remember we used to live next door. And Lupie's second story windows are high enough to see over Dave's fence."

Mel, Shawna, and Jan all looked at each other. "Oh." They said in unison.

"You lucky bitches." Jan added.

Dave's mind was working at a slower pace and caught up a moment later. He closed his eyes and shook his head. With a small grin.

"Well, that's not all of it. See, I made no pretense about watching him work out. I mean, mid-August, heat pounding down? Ten minutes into his work out his whole torso is covered in sweat, with rivulets running down his front and back." Shawna looked transfixed. Jan had her eyes closed. Mel tightly gripped her thighs, staring intently.

"Usually I watched from one of the back windows, and just put up with the oblique angle. One day, a few months back, I realize it's very quiet in the house, and I seem to be the only one on the second floor. I decided to move over to Lupie's room, which is at the back corner, with two windows looking out over the backyard, one on each side of the corner." Lupie blushed hard and brought her hands up to cover her face. "So, there was a small space between the curtain panels and I was staring at Dave through the gap as I walked up. I walked as quietly as I could so Lupie and Esme wouldn't hear my footsteps from downstairs. I pulled back the curtain to get a better view. Lupie was hiding in the curtains, eyes fixed on Dave. We both screamed, and Lupie's hand flapped backwards hitting the window frame."

"That's how you bruised your hand?!" Dave exclaimed, trying to suppress his laughter. "You flap your hands around when you're surprised?"

"No. Just, um, I, uh ;” Lupie's muffled response trailed off.

"She took care to wash her hands thoroughly before she let me bind it." Becca interjected. "Initially we thought she'd hurt her wrist, so I stabilized it. But, I recognized later what I had smelled while we were leaving the room."

Lupie peeked between her fingers at Becca, pleading.

"Okay, never mind." Becca conceded. "I've said too much already."

The others looked confused at the abrupt ending until Melanie burst out laughing. When they looked at her questioningly, she said, "I know what I would be doing standing there watching him work out shirtless." And flopped back into the couch giggling furiously.

The others started cackling and Jan, chortling, reached over to pull Lupie into her for a hug. "Not like we all don't do it."

Dave sat there open mouthed, shocked, and feeling like he'd won something undefinable. He moved to kneel in front of Lupie. He took her hands in his own, pulling them away from her face. He pulled her into a hug. Into her ear he whispered, "I love you." Her hug on him tightened. "And if I hadn't been so dense I would have been in that room to take care of you properly. Or at least, lick your fingers clean." He punctuated his comment with a light nibble of her earlobe. Lupie swatted him on the back as she released him. Her face was still flushed to the tips of her ears. The tight, prim smile and her laughing eyes testified to her approval of the idea, and her mortification it was said out loud. Even at a whisper.

Dave got up and refreshed his drink, and Olivia's as well. Becca sipped hers more slowly, and still had more than half a glass. Jan topped off her wine glass, along with Mel's and Shawna's. Lupie got up and made a fresh plate, then headed for the stairs.

"I'm going to take a plate to Esme, just in case she didn't get enough earlier. Besides, if I tell her Dave likes the bruschetta, she might try it." Lupie said with a knowing mom smile.

Shawna came to Dave once he was seated. She gave him a soft kiss and held him to her. She spoke no words, but conveyed clearly her heart ache for him, and her availability should he need something.

When Lupie returned, she took her seat and looked to Olivia asking "Can you tell me something about your father?"

Livy squirmed for a moment, then nodded. She took a breath. "He was a security consultant. Worked for a firm that advised companies on the weak points in their physical and cybersecurity. Dad was on the physical side. He'd been a Green Beret before going to college, where he met Mom and Dave."

"Oh, wow. So your dad was a badass?" Becca asked.

"Carter was so badass he was chill," Dave interjected. "He had that confidence of the guy that knows he'll win if things get physical. Smart too, though."

"Yeah, Dad made supervisor pretty fast. He and his team would walk the grounds of a company and show them where a person could slip in or out without detection. Then the cyber guys would do the same for the company's networks. Sometimes, Dad would have to prove the point. He loved that. He and a couple of his team would don tactical gear and break in. Dad always left a fake tarantula with the company logo on its back on the boss' desk, or somewhere critical." Olivia chuckled. "One time, this one CEO was particularly resistant. Dad had to go in a second time. The first time he left a tarantula on the main server station, and one in the research lab; that by law was required to be restricted access. To drive his point home, Dad went to the CEO's office and installed this box on the ceiling, where most don't look. It had some kind of trigger because once the guy sat down, this tarantula drops on a thread from the box, right on the guy's paperwork."

Several smiles broke out. Dave laughed soundlessly, his mouth closed so it didn't become a cry. The tears in his eyes were tattle-tale enough. He absently played with Olivia's dark locks.

Olivia turned to look at him, eyes soft and happy. She leaned against his hand. Dave realized what he was doing, got self-conscious and pulled back.

With downcast eyes, Liv turned back to the room and took in the other faces. A couple of looks exchanged suggested that most had caught what had just passed.

Dave tried to process what just happened by staring off through a blank spot on the wall. It wasn't terribly helpful, once he recalled the picture that hung there just a few weeks before. Then Lupie cleared her throat. Dave fixed his eyes on her. He was never particularly perceptive of the looks on people's faces, but this time it seemed pretty clear. She stared at him with a stern look, then shifted her eyes to Liv and back to him. He looked to Jan, who just nodded.

"Maybe someone else can share a family background story." Dave temporized.

A few pensive looks passed. A tight smile grew on Jan's face. "My aunt Carolyn." She paused for a second. "My dad's sister. They were half-Korean, half European. Aunt Carolyn took more after the European side of the heritage, especially in the kitchen. She made an awesome meatloaf." She chuckled and looked over at Dave and Becca. "She would have loved that meatloaf cupcake." Her eyes watered at the bottom edge. "Visiting her was a way to encounter the white half of my ancestry. She had prints from famous artists. Classic books. If I was there on a Saturday night, she'd serve cheese and crackers, sometimes with a little sausage. As I got older, she'd let me have a small glass of wine as well."

Jan took a light breath. "She played some classical music, but mostly it was Michael Bolton and Kenny G. Maybe some Cranberries and Matchbox Twenty when she felt wild. I haven't heard from her in over a month. And she has asthma." Jan trailed off into silence and the room observed it with her.

Lupie reached out a hand to Jan's shoulder. She in turn, put her own hand on top of Lupie's. She turned her head and smiled. With a small nod, she turned away again, staring at the floor. Both hands dropped away.

After a reasonable silence, Becca spoke. "When I was thirteen, my cousin Kimberly, who was sixteen, offered to pierce my ears for me." Half the women groaned. Dave sat silently, suspecting this wouldn't end well. "She got a large sewing needle, a bottle of rum, a small bowl, and a pair of my mom's stud earrings."

"Rum?" Jan asked.

Becca rolled her eyes. "Yeah," she said with a sigh, "she said she had to soak the needle in alcohol before using it."

A variety of gasps, groans and sighs walked around the room. Dave's sympathetic grimace did less than his hand patting her knee to communicate his support.

"Oh, but it gets worse. Wrong kind of alcohol at too low concentration, plus lots of sugar are only enablers. She cleaned my earlobes thoroughly with antimicrobial soap, so maybe that was the one thing she did almost right. But she didn't clean her own hands. And when she stuck the needle through; which hurt like hell; she stabbed her finger." Multiple hands struck foreheads or mouths. "Oh yeah. So we're both bleeding like stuck pigs, and crying. She's freaking out because 'the blood is mixing'. I never figured out what that meant. We bandage each other up the best we could, hide all the stuff from our parents and then hide ourselves. Three days later I have a raging infection in one earlobe and have to go to the doctor AND admit to my mom what happened."

Becca paused, shaking her head. "Chewed my ass out. The doctor said because of the infection, I had to wait at least six months to get piercings. Mom added another six as punishment. She did take me to get professional piercings one year to the day after the doctor's visit though." Becca's eyes watered. Dave leaned over and kissed her cheek as a single tear slid down her face.

Dave noticed Melanie getting increasingly fidgety. He thought he first noticed something during Becca's tale about his workouts. Maybe when the stories ran out, he'd have his head right. It wasn't fair to her to make her wait too long for imprinting.

Or Liv. God, he really needed to get his head around this. He loved Olivia, he truly did. He was just so used to it being a non-sexual, non-romantic relationship. He'd looked on her as nearly a daughter for, well, for her whole life. But she wasn't his daughter. And she loved him. That was so clear in her eyes, every time she looked at him. Not just today, but thinking back over the years. It's crazy to think he could hurt this person he ca

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Becca took a small sip of her drink. Her eyes flared lightly, but she didn't cough or choke. "Dave, tell me a story from when you were younger. Something stupid you once did."

Dave's head fell back against the couch. "Oh boy. I didn't do any of the usual stupid stuff. Far too insular for that, no group of friends to drag me into wild, hilarious mistakes." Dave thought for a minute, trying to decide if he should tell this particular story. Or if he could. Hell, they were stuck living with him, they deserved to know.

"Okay, so this happened in my second summer of college. I was tutoring a lot, and one lady in particular met with me at least once a week. Really nice person, pretty too. Her name was Kim Dawson. She'd gone all in on the late 80's media image of what pretty looked like; dyed blonde hair, boob implants, blue contact lenses. That helped her professionally of course; she worked as a stripper and did well enough to pay her tuition out of pocket, plus a small but nice rent house for her and her son."

"You went to her house?"

Dave nodded while swallowing the sip he'd just taken. "After the first several sessions, we got comfortable with each other, and it was helpful to her for me to come over on days she didn't have classes, especially if she had to go to work after our tutoring session." Dave paused for a moment, gathering the courage to continue. "So, about two months after we started working together, I'm at her house, sitting at her dinner table. It's a small round table to one side of her kitchen. Like I said, it's a small house, but good condition and she kept it well. Big enough for her and a six year old. Anyway, she gets up to take a brain break and decides she's going to change. She wasn't heading to work, and had come back from running errands, so she wanted to put on something more comfortable." Dave noted the ladies exchanging glances amongst themselves. "Just,; don't judge okay?" He paused again for a moment.

"She left her bedroom door open, but the table was well away from the door, like a big angle away." Another look shared. "I didn't follow her with my eyes or anything, but she started talking to me through the open door, so naturally I turned my head towards the door. There was a mirror on the wall that I could see. Now, no, no she wasn't visible in the mirror. At least not from the angle and distance I was at."

The looks passing among the ladies were both cryptic in the specifics and utterly obvious in the general meaning.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that earlier we had discussed payment. She said this might have to be the last session for a while because she didn't think she could afford to pay. I had told her we could work something out." Three sets of eyebrows raised. "No, not like that. I just assured her I'd let her pay it out if she needed to. I was trying to be accommodating. She needed the help, she put in the work, I was just trying to be helpful."

"Oh, baby." Jan said sympathetically.

Dave winced. "So then she says she can't hear me well and asks me to come to the door to talk to her." He sighed. "I didn't. I told her I couldn't, I didn't want to violate her privacy. I don't think those were the actual words I used, but it was something like that." Dave couldn't even look at the others, just stared up at the ceiling. "She insists, says she strips to a G-string multiple times a night and she's already in a bra and shorts, she's just looking for a shirt, so it's no big deal." Another sigh. "Then she finally says she wants me to come back there; to; be with her. She; she said I could sleep with her in exchange for tutoring."

"Oh my god, David you didn't did you?" Lupie asked.

"No, no of course I didn't. And that was the problem. I couldn't. I felt frozen. What she was asking me to do was against everything I'd been taught about being a good guy. And I had nothing against her, but I'd been taught that all the guys at the strip club were abusing her, and I didn't want to do the same, so I stayed put and told her I couldn't do that to her, we can work something else out. After a bit more back and forth, she got pissed and told me to leave. My legs had been frozen the entire time, locked up. I finally managed to force myself up and walked out."

All three ladies were absolutely silent.

"That wasn't the end of it. After waiting a week, I tried calling a few times to see if she wanted a tutoring session. She never answered."

More silence.

"Two semesters later, I take organic chem, and one of my classmates and study partners is a friend of Kim's. I didn't know that at first, she waited until we had been working together awhile. She finally told me it was a ruse. Kim made enough in two or three nights to pay rent for a month, and another four covered all the groceries for a month. Mind you, this was early 90's so a lot of things were cheaper. Hell, gas was barely over a dollar a gallon. Kim had set it up to make a fantasy play and I blew it. According to Beth, Kim felt hurt. That was absolutely mind boggling to me. I just couldn't accept the idea that I could mean enough to a woman to hurt her in anyway, certainly not by not having sex with her."

Becca shifted against him, turning toward him.

"Yeah, I know. I'm an idiot."

"You really had no idea?" Jan queried.

"Not a bit. I just didn't want to hurt her. I didn't want to be the jackass. Turns out I was anyway."

"David," Becca asked, "could I get some help with my math?" She kept her tone even, but her face belied her joke.

"Oh hush."

Becca worried about missing out on college, so Jan suggested she work through some of Dave's history and biography books as a substitute for a history course. The two were downstairs in the library, reading and talking. This left Lupie and Dave alone in bed. Both were certain it was not a mere coincidence.

Lupie curled into Dave's side, her head resting on his chest. She wore a light camisole. He wore his usual; nothing.

"David, I wanted to thank you for backing me up the other morning with Esme."

"You're welcome. I just thought it was important she not get the idea she can play me against you."

Lupie snuggled him tighter. "Still, I think it fair you know what she was about to say."

"Only if you think it necessary."

"It's a little embarrassing. I thought she was asleep. And I thought I was being quiet." Lupie paused, blushing. "Still it has been several years since I've,; um;”

"Gotcha."

"Yes, so, um, there have been times when I've; taken care of certain needs. And I was thinking of you. She must have been awake and heard me call your name." Lupie's head was buried as hard into his chest as possible without breaking ribs.

"Well, now you don't have to imagine. You have me, and I have you."

"You're not upset?"

"More like flattered. And frustrated with myself. If I'd picked up on some signs, maybe;”

"Let's not go down the 'what if' road David. You're right. We have each other now. We'll build from here."

Dave tightened the hug for a moment. "You know, I passed by when you were on your computer earlier. It's kinda cool to see you work. You have this penetrating gaze, like you're dissecting everything you read, weighing each word in a balance and jettisoning the unworthy."

"Hmm, must have been when I was working on that memo about handover protocols. Those details can give anyone a headache." Lupie kissed his jawline. "But I don't want to talk about work now. Just hold me, David."

September 23, 2020.

"What do you want to make for dinner tonight?" Dave asked as he and Janice entered the kitchen.

"Not sure just yet. Tell you what, you check the fridge, I'll go into the pantry and check the shelves. Let's see what we come up with from what we see."

"Okay." Dave started scanning the fridge shelves for ingredients when a thought occurred to him. The pantry was private. It had been a day or so for Jan. He walked over and opened the door.

"Oh good, I was wondering if I'd have to play damsel in distress needing my big strong man to help me find something in this tight little space."

"Well, I do have a probe made especially for tight spaces." He kissed her, balancing hunger with tenderness.

Jan hummed into the kiss. She wrapped her arms around Dave's neck and pulled her body against his. "Umm-hmm, and that probe is so very good too." She nibbled lightly on his lower lip.

Knowing they had little time, and Jan was up for a quickie, Dave took hold of her slacks and panties at the waist band and pulled them down to her knees. Jan emitted a delighted squeak. Her eyes shone with excitement as he stood and picked her up, carrying her to a bare patch of wall between shelves. He shoved his cargo shorts and boxers to his ankles, then hooked his hands under her thighs and lifted and folded her in one motion as he pressed her to the wall. She gasped and moaned, giving her approval and yielding herself to his power, confident that he would meet her needs as he saw to his own.

Dave drove himself into her, the serum effects having made her fully wet already. He slid full length on the first thrust. She groaned happily, hungrily and gripped his shoulders. They were pressed for time, so he pounded into her hot wet tunnel with fervor. Such was her excitement that she reached her first climax in just a few minutes.

Desperately trying to contain her enjoyment, Jan bit Dave's shoulder as he accelerated his thrusting, pounding more vigorously than he ever had, racing Jan to a second climax a minute before he burst inside her, kicking her over the orgasmic abyss a third time.

Dave stopped, holding her in place as both panted for air. The enclosed pantry suddenly felt hot and muggy. His legs felt wobbly. He carefully lowered her legs to the ground, allowing himself to fall outside of her as he did so. Jan pouted for a moment, then dropped to her knees to clean off his cock.

"Can't make a mess in here now can we?" She said with a wink. She pulled his shorts up before drawing her own pants into place. Then she sauntered out the door.

Dave followed, but nearly ran into her when she stopped short two steps out the door. Lupie and Becca stood there, smirking and clapping. Jan blushed and turned, burying her face in Dave's chest.

"Get over it girl, we're all gonna catch each other like that once in a while." Becca said.

"I'll remind you of that when it's you," Lupie razzed.

Dinner was only a little late, but it was good. Lupie winkingly attributed the good taste to the fact it was made with love.

September 24, 2020.

Dave looked into the kitchen and saw Lupie at the counter, her back to him, working away. He walked carefully up behind her and gently placed his hands on her hips. She started for a second, then settled into him, allowing her back to rest on his chest. She laid her work down and lay her head on his shoulder.

"Hmm. This, this right here." Dave turned his head to hers and they shared a slow, soft kiss as he brought his hands around to her abdomen. They rocked slowly together, swaying to unheard music. What Dave had intended as a happy little moment escalated when Lupie started grinding her rear against his crotch. A moment later, she brought his hands up to her tits. Dave was caught between excitement and control. He very much wanted to paw at her lovely mounds. A wonderfully medium size, Lupie's tits were just barely less than a handful. About as pert as could be natural for a woman in her early thirties. She moaned as he groped.

Lupie spun in his arms, kissed him, grabbed his hand, and took off to the bedroom. Dave kept up easily, grinning and laughing the whole way. He stopped her twice to pull her in for a kiss.

Once the door closed, they each ripped off their own clothes and sprinted to the bed. Lupie pulled Dave on top of her, her legs apart, insistently rubbing her body against him.

"Hungry much?"

"What's going on is a tragedy of epic proportions, but I also feel more free than I have in ages. Since I was a teen. Now fuck your bitch in heat David." She snagged his head in her hands and kissed him passionately. Her legs wrapped around him, leaving him enough room to maneuver himself to her entrance. Her own thrusting and abundance of lubrication had him sinking deep into her the moment he lined himself up. She kept up her pelvic motions, timing them with Dave's thrusting. They fucked frantically, frenetically, neither pausing or relenting until Dave burst into Lupie, shooting several thick ropes into her warm, waiting depths. Lupie shuddered with his emissions, griping him tightly with her arms, legs, and inner muscles. They lay panting for a few moments and then looked at each other and laughed.

September 25, 2020.

Friday mid-morning found Dave on the couch, debating a point of fandom with Becca.

"Picard was way wilder than Kirk. They just seem the other way around in contrast with their first officers."

"That's crazy talk, Becca. Picard is the staid diplomat that negotiates treaties. Kirk is the bar-room brawler that fought every alien in the sector, or bedded them."

"Kirk was the A-student that cheated on the big final exam but got a pass afterward since he was a teacher's pet. Picard was an athlete and got into a bar fight with Naussicans. And got stabbed through the heart."

"How dare you speak so insultingly of Jean-Luc the great?" Dave mock-scowled.

"Because he's good but not great." Becca giggled.

"Blasphemy! I'll shall exorcise the demon from your mind young one!"

"And just how to do you plan on doing that?" The grin was the same, but her eyes had picked up a hungry glimmer.

Dave did not answer. He lunged at her, hands reaching for her ribs. And then he began tickling her.

Becca let out an "Oh!" As Dave barreled into her, pressing her against the couch arm. As soon as he began tickling her, she let out a loud happy shriek, followed by a series of cackles.

Dave relented briefly and she caught her breath. Becca gave him a quick kiss, then slipped from under him, heading for the stairs with a look over her shoulder.

With a huge grin, Dave shot after her, catching her at the top of the stairs and tickling her again. Her legs gave out from under her during the pleasant bombardment on her sides. He scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut, then walked over and tossed her on the bed before jumping atop her, kissing and groping. She responded in kind, hungry and happy. They started shedding clothes wildly, paying no heed to where they landed.

Mutually nude, mutually aroused, hands roaming they rolled on the bed. Dave slipped his hands to her ribs again. Becca squealed in anticipation just as he began to tickle her. Laughing and cackling she wiggled about, half-heartedly trying to escape his grasp. In the commotion, Dave still managed to align himself with her entrance, and pushed himself partially inside. He stopped his assault on her ribs just as he penetrated. A cross between a gasp and a sigh ushered from Becca. Eyes closed, she grinned wildly. Dave drove himself slowly, methodically within her. She draped her hands around his back and her legs around his waist. A look of blissful contentment blazed forth from her. He coaxed her to climax three times before finally allowing himself to spill into her.

Afterward, they lay spooning in bed, Dave's chest against Becca's back, his right arm draped over her side, hand resting on her tummy. Breathing, just being close. Until Dave heard soft sobs from her.

"Becca?"

"I'm sorry. It felt so great, and then I thought about telling my Aunt Teresa about how my life is changed, how good I feel in bed with you, having you in my life like this." She shuddered with grief. "She's; she's; I'll never get to talk with her again. She's the one; I could talk to. When mom was stuck on rote doctrine, Aunt Teresa talked to me. Even if she echoed mom's position, she talked to me. Now they're all just gone."

Dave held her firmly, letting her cry, letting her know he was there with her.

After several minutes of silence, he spoke. "We live in dark times, beloved. For now anyway, happiness comes in bursts, sadness in buckets." He paused to compose himself. "We cling together to weather the storm. Separately, we may all drown."

She placed her hand on his, reassuring herself he was there, as she cried herself to sleep. She never noticed his tears falling in her hair.

September 28, 2020.

Dave opened the door, half-expecting a National Guardsman with a woman to add to his house. He wasn't wrong. The lady in question stood ready, with a bright smile. A telegenic smile. And Dave recognized her after a moment.

"Holy crap. You're Shawna Cooper! How the hell did you wind up here?"

"Well, according to Oracle, you were my best match at 93%" with that same rich, assuring voice he'd come to appreciate from the TV.

"Wow, okay." Dave paused to sign the form. He hadn't paid too much attention the first two times so he scanned the document quickly. He burst out laughing.

The soldier grinned. "Yeah, some chairborne ranger had a little fun with that one."

Shawna looked at him funny. "Something I should know?"

"I'll tell you inside, with the others. They should hear this too."

Dave waved as the military truck pulled away, then lead Shawna into the living room. The rest of the house must have heard the door. All three ladies currently bonded to Dave were already in the living room.

"Hello" said Shawna, cautiously attempting to engage the other women.

"Hey aren't you; "

"Shawna Cooper, Senior Meteorologist at WFAA. Although, I may get promoted to Chief Meteorologist soon."

A short round of congratulations circulated for the next minute.

"Wow, Dave, you're accumulating a real smorgasbord of women. A blonde, a Latina, an Asian woman, and now a black woman." Jan smirked.

Dave shook his head and closed his eyes.

Shawna chuckled. "If she hadn't said it, I would have."

"I'm surrounded by smart alecks."

"Each of whom was selected by a computer especially for you." Apparently, the new arrival wasn't giving a holiday on sass. The playful smile on her face was already enchanting Dave's heart.

"God help me."

"He did David, He sent you us." Lupie punctuated her statement with a quick kiss. The others laughed.

"Okay, what was that at the door about the form?" Shawna inquired. "And something about an airborne ranger?"

Dave smiled. "No, a chairborne ranger. It's the army version of a desk jockey. Someone that works an army office job, but probably has a bunch of military memorabilia. They think they're a badass, but they've never been in the field without a GP medium and a heater."

"You served?" Jan asked.

"No, but I had a good friend that was special forces. Taught me a lot." A grey cloud of uncertainty fell across Dave's face. He shook it off. "Anyway, desk jockeys handle the paperwork and sometimes make new forms. All government forms are identified by letters signifying the department that created it, followed by some numbers. The form I have to sign when y’all get dropped off must have been created by an army guy because it's Form DA-6969-R."

After a two count, the meaning of the numbers sank in and everyone burst out laughing.

"Hmm, now that's giving me ideas" purred Shawna, her eyes slightly hooded.

"I try to give each of you some time to get used to me and the house before making that last leap."

Lupie piped up, "But we do have precedent for no delay." Becca blushed.

"Oh, poor baby," Shawna teased, "did the pretty little blonde jump your bones before you were ready?"

"There were some extenuating circumstances, which you will learn in time. I'm sure it will be part of the family story as we go forward. We did know each other before she got vaxxed, so I had some comfort level that she wanted this without the serum effects."

"Could I get a quick thumbnail description?"

"I'm Dave's next door neighbor." Lupie pointed through the wall towards her house. "Becca was my babysitter," Becca gave a shy smile and a head nod "who was watching Esme, my daughter when the lockdowns hit. We all worked together, staying isolated to get through all this. When the CDC guy came, Becca and I asked Dave to request us. Jan," the lady mentioned waved her hand "was delivered the next morning to Dave's house as we were picked up to get the shot. Something bad happened at the vax center that I don't want to go

Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Let’s review the List of characters:

David Belsus (50)- adjunct professor at Eastfield College, DCCCD with a side hustle in data analysis.

GuadaLupie Gutierrez (32); investment advisor, David's neighbor

Esmeralda Gutierrez (9); Lupie's daughter

Rebecca Sampson (18); Esme's babysitter

Janice Hoppler (33); librarian, arrived to partner with Dave the same day Lupie and Becca left to get vaccinated.

Shawna Cooper (36); senior meteorologist at WFAA, second woman sent to Dave outside a direct request.

Olivia Barnes (21); Dave's goddaughter, horticulture major at Tarleton State University in Stephenville

Melanie Ustanich (22); Livy's roommate, cybersecurity major at Tarleton.

Dave smiled, a pair of events immediately coming to mind. He launched into a description of when Esme had called him up. Becca had been moping all day and Esme finally got her to admit that it was her birthday, but she hadn't heard from any family. Esme knew Becca loved meatloaf and mashed potatoes, but that was a bit out of her culinary reach. She asked Dave to help out.

Well, first off, it was already after 5:30pm by the time Esme figured things out and got a hold of Dave. A meat loaf can take nearly an hour to cook, after all the ingredients are prepped and combined. But, if he made smaller portions, mini-meatloaves, it would cook faster. Oh, then He could Zoom with them and the three of them could eat together.

"Wait, three?"

"Yeah, in the beginning of lockdown, Lupie was stuck in New York. She's an investment manager and very good at it. She was giving a week-long training seminar when it happened."

"But the lockdowns weren't big surprises. We all had some heads up to prepare, maybe unofficial, but it wasn't like they came out of the blue."

"Yep, and her company choose to make sure the New York office had gotten the training Lupie had been going around doing, before they lock them away in their homes. They thought they could beat the clock. Lupie was practically climbing the walls by the third day. But that's a different discussion. We can come back to that."

"Yeah, we definitely need to come back to that. I can't imagine being cut off from my kid, half a continent away from her with a major pandemic racing around."

"It was rough." Dave returned to the original narrative, starting back with the moment he remembered some trick he'd seen making meatloaf cupcakes and piping mashed potatoes on top like it was icing.

"You didn't. You can do that?"

"I'd only seen it done before, but I managed to get it right enough."

"For a teen girl mostly alone on her birthday, the attempt was probably 99% alone. Execution would be bonus points."

"She was crying happy on the Zoom call. Esme is young but she's sneaky when she's planning something nice. She took delivery at the door and convinced Becca to sit at the table, not knowing what Esme was bringing over. Becca kissed the camera for the first minute after they brought up Zoom."

Janice giggled. "I don't blame her." Janice made a 'lightbulb' face. "Oh, is that why she made you cupcakes for your birthday?"

"Well, she might have done it anyway, but it was probably why she insisted she do it herself." In thinking along those lines, Dave remembered the letter he'd gotten yesterday. That would explain why Lupie had seemed a bit miffed that day. She'd wanted to do something special for his birthday, but had bowed to Becca's exuberant need to express her gratitude.

His musing turned nearer to the moment. Janice was listening to him talk about two other women in affectionate, familiar terms, knowing full well those women would be here soon and share the bed with him as well, and she showed no signs of jealousy. Yeah, they mentioned something about it in the videos, but it was odd to see.

"Okay, your turn. Tell me something about you, Janice."

She winced. "Okay, first off, I'd prefer Jan in normal conversation. Janice is fine at some function outside the house, some formal setting, but when it's just family and associates."

"Associates? Why not just say - "

"Please don't use the same word as the title of that show."

Dave was puzzled for a bit, then chortled. "Oh - "

"Do. Not. Finish. That. Phrase." Janice glared. Dave nearly fell out of his chair laughing. Janice was thoroughly unamused. He forcefully collected himself.

"Damn, I like that show, but I can get why you would not be happy. That character is annoying as hell."

Jan stared, nonplussed.

"I'll be good. Promise." He picked up her hand from the table and kissed it. Jan continued to give him half-squinty eyes. "So you were about to tell me something about you. Other than your death-ray eye superpower."

"It's a good thing you're cute buster." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The squint was still there, but a bemused smile dangled below it. Janice proceeded to tell about the time the library put on a summer hands-on science series. One week the guide brought frogs and first red a book about frogs and their habitats. They let the kids reach in and touch some of the frogs - after rinsing their hands with deionized water first. Then they red a chapter from Frog & Toad. During the reading, one little boy wanted to touch the frogs again. He had earlier asked to hold one, but had been told the frogs had to stay inside the tub. The budding naturalist snuck behind the speaker, opened the lid, and took out a small frog.

The frog of course took the chance to leap away. The startled and dismayed boy jumped back, knocking over the tub which he had not put the lid back on. Sixteen small to medium sized frogs dumped out on the floor. Startled as they were, they began hopping away, some heading through the equally startled mass of kids. Some of the children had declined to touch the frogs earlier and were now shrieking as the second Egyptian plague of Exodus blitzed outward from the tub, directly at them.

Dave was holding his sides laughing as Jan continued. Obviously, story time was over. It took an hour and a half to calm the kids down, locate parents, ask a few of them to bring a change of garments for their little one - explaining the need for that took repetition of the same story to each parent, accompanied by laughter and sympathy and one angry Karen. Collecting the frog diaspora took the rest of the day, and three hours after closing.

Dave was chortling and wiping tears from his eyes for a full minute after Jan finished. Jan settled into his lap, her arms draped around his neck. They kissed softly, languidly.

David jarred backward. "Oh crap, I forgot to put in the order."

"What order?"

"I was going to order more groceries, especially snacks, and a couple of stuffed critters for Esme."

"Lupie's little girl?"

"Yep, she's mad about these things called Squish mallows. I could probably randomly pick one and she'd squeal happily to receive it. I held off ordering because I wanted to get your input, you know, anything special you wanted." Dave started leading her upstairs, which had Jan happy, but a bit less so when Dave made the turn for his office instead of heading straight to the bedroom. Gamely, she played along. Truth be told, she was glad to ask for a few things. She'd only been able to bring one rolling suitcase. They made the contactless pickup order for tomorrow morning and decided Dave would pick it up, with Jan remaining at the house in case Lupie, Becca, and Esme arrived while he was gone.

As the order progressed though, Jan started laying soft kisses on Dave's cheek and forehead. Then she breathed soft and hot into his ear. Only a steely self-control kept him on task to finish, and Jan could see the battle warring in him. "You are so hot like this. I've never been around a guy that didn't jump me the moment I expressed the slightest interest. Sometimes before."

Dave looked at her side-eyed as she wiggled her ass on his lap. His hands trembled. "Almost done. I'm just setting the pickup parameters. And I've had responsible reasons to hold back." He clicked submit on the last page, logged out of the site, and out of his computer. "I want you so bad." He turned his full attention to her, grasping her mid-torso, standing and pressing her to the nearest wall, his body pressed against her.

Jan squeaked as he lifted her up, completely under his control. When he pressed her to the wall, her eyes lit up and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist and eagerly responded to his lips as he took hers with authority. She moaned softly.

When Dave broke the kiss, they were both panting, fire flashing from eye to eye. She lowered her feet to the ground as he let off the pressure holding her to the wall. They practically raced to the bedroom, Jan in front, her left hand behind her holding his. Jan threw off the t-shirt as she crossed the bedroom threshold. Nope, no panties. Dave reached out and squeezed one butt cheek, causing Jan to let out an "eep!" and then laugh as she turned. She immediately began helping Dave strip off his clothes, walking backward the rest of the distance to the bed.

Reaching the bed, Dave was now clad only in boxers, the two of them standing, Jan's legs pressed between Dave's and the bed, their bodies in loose contact. With a double-lift of his eyebrows, Dave shucked his boxers to the floor and placed two fingers of one hand gently on Jan's chest, between her soft, modest, lovely tits. He shoved lightly. Jan smiled crazily as she fell. Dave knelt at the edge of the bed, hooking her legs over his shoulders. He dropped hungry kisses on her inner thighs. Two on the left, then three on the right. One hot, suckling kiss far up her inner left thigh. Two quick kisses on her mound, then a long suckling kiss just to the right of her labia, barely out of contact with them. Emboldened by the heat and scent of arousal emanating from her, Dave sucked the full dimension of her light brown lower lips into his mouth, suckling them, massaging them with his lips wrapped over his teeth.

He slipped his tongue gently past his lips, probing gently against her slit. Sliding along it. Flicking the delicate inner labia. His left hand snaked around her right leg. As it came over her hip, he let one finger trace against her skin, moving slowly, without pretense, hurry, or delay directly to her mound, adorned with a well-kempt narrow, vertical strip of curly black hair. His finger slowed to a crawl as it changed course downward. He switched to suckling the inner petals only, bringing his right hand up, one finger standing out, to her entrance.

Jan moaned as he paused. Wanting, yearning. Then he slipped his finger in just as his lipped wrapped teeth pulled softly on her inner labia.

"Ha! Oh fuck yeah! Fuck. Just like that you magnificent teasing bastard!" Jan's legs worked aimlessly, not gripping him, just loosely, slowly flailing, occasionally resting on the bed, but too worked up to hold still long. One finger of Dave's left hand reached Jan's now exposed clitoris. The touch alone ran through her like an electric shock and she screamed her pleasure again. Dave rubbed her clitoris gently, but firmly as he slipped a second finger into her, driving them in and out determinedly, with a mind to building her to release.

Dave moved his hand away from Jan's clit, replacing it with his flicking tongue.

"Oh" Jan's back arched. Her hands gripped tightly at the sheets. Her legs pulled back, lower legs dangling from tensed upper legs. Just as she uncoiled from the last wave, Dave turned his right hand over, sliding the fingers in and out in a slightly curved posture, stimulating and locating the much beloved nerve bundle on the roof of her vagina.

Jan trembled again. "Fucking yeah, fucking maestro, fucking play me like a violin." Her voice shook and paused as she spoke. Her legs trembled. Dave sensed she was close. He positioned his fingers to flick against her g-spot as he flexed them in the beckoning 'come here' motion. The jolting response from that had not yet settled when Dave took her most sensitive nub in his mouth and massaged it with is lips around its edges and the tip with his tongue.

Jan came unglued, shrieking and flailing as Dave pressed his joint oral and digital assault on her nethers. She gripped his head a few times, tightly, but never for more than a couple of seconds, the power of her orgasm short circuiting every ounce of her muscle control. As she collapsed to the bed, spent, awash in bliss, Dave relented and crawled up beside her on the bed. Jan lay panting, grinning like the proverbial cat. Between gasps, she relayed the metaphor.

"But I'm the one that did the eating." Dave smiled wickedly.

Jan laughed wildly, caught between the need for air and the hilarity of Dave's pun. Well, maybe not so hilarious, but she was certainly susceptible to granting high praise for anything he did over the next half hour or so.

As her breathing calmed, Dave and Jan moved up the bed, getting their heads on the pillows and bodies fully on the mattress. With an eager, voracious look, Jan rolled over on top of Dave, slipping on leg to either side of his hips. Reaching behind her, she aligned his rigid member with her soppy wet entrance and threw herself backwards, engulfing his full length in one hungry thrust.

"Fuck yes." Jan rocked her torso back and forth, parallel with Dave's, her rock-hard nipples sliding up and down his chest. Dave took to planting a kiss on her forehead at the top of each stroke. Jan placed her dainty hands on his chest and lifted her body off of his, transitioning to a rocking motion, undulating her torso and stirring his cock within her pussy. His shaft rubbed against her g-spot each stroke as her butt moved furthest backward. Her cries signified each contact.

As she grew increasingly excited, Jan began riding up and down on Dave's member. He felt his own pleasure building. Dave reached one hand to Jan's tit, gently fondling the soft flesh and thumbing her nipple. His other hand reached to their point of contact, laying his thumb on her nub and gently pressing against it. Her own motions provided a rubbing motion.

"Yes" Jan's head lolled back, practically limp.

Dave lightly clasped her nipple between two fingers, giving a slight rolling motion. Jan rode him faster, becoming feverish, her breathing growing ragged.

Dave felt the early spasms of her pending release and knew he wouldn't be far behind. He slipped both hands to her hips. At the first moment her hips seized, he grasped her firmly, pulling downward as he thrust upward. Jan exploded in a riot of flailing arms and rippling vaginal muscles. Her scream of joy echoed around the room even as it continued to issue from deep in her throat. Dave held as long as he could before allowing his own release to burst forth, erupting into her cavity and drenching her insides with his seed. Jan's body spasmed again, a second peak to her pleasure, a second, airless scream as her breath evacuated her body.

Jan collapsed on Dave, rolling off immediately. The weight of her own body too taxing on her lungs attempting to replenish her much needed air supply.

Dave held her close, only enough to maintain contact, yielding her space to recover.

As Jan lay their breathing, she turned her eyes to Dave. She stared at him, still gasping. Her expression was unreadable, at least by Dave.

Calming finally, she hugged him fiercely, kissed his jaw, and snuggled her head against him, but left her chest pulled slightly away to give her lungs full space to do their work.

"God, I thought I was going to black out there. They weren't kidding about that 'when he pops' orgasm."

"Better pleasure through science, baby."

Jan barked a short laugh. "Science only did the last bit. The first two were all you hun."

They lay quietly, enraptured by the tender intimacy of lying in each other's arms.

Jan broke the silence after several minutes. "This is the one night I have you to myself. Becca and Lupie will be here tomorrow and your attention, emotional and physical will be divided between the three of us." Dave looked at her as she paused. "I should be jealous. But I'm not. I feel like that means there's something wrong with me, even though they said that was another effect of the serum. It's one thing to hear it, but totally another to feel it. Or not feel it. No, to feel it. I almost feel a sister ship with these two women I've never met. I think if you hadn't described them to me, let me feel your affection for them, your concern for the, I might be jealous now, and then it would turn off after they arrived, but the way you talk about them, it feels like they are already here, and part of us now."

"I don't know how to respond to that."

"I don't either, but I think it's a good thing. The fact is, we are sharing you - your bed, your life, our lives - and we have to get along for all our sakes. I don't regret it at all, it’s just a little weird when you realize it's happening."

Dave looked at her silently.

"Just hold me David. Hold me all night."
Chapter 3 – Reunited.

September 20, 2020.

Dave awoke to a strange sensation. Not one he was accustomed to. He felt the smooth feel of sheets against his legs and upper torso, but not between. A weight pressed down on his abdomen and a warm wetness encompassed his cock. Oh, right he has a girlfriend now. Sleeping in his bed. Well, not sleeping at the moment.

Dave cracked his eyes open to see a large lump moving slowly under the sheets, over his pelvis in time with the wondrous, rhythmic feeling below his waist. He slipped a hand to Jan's back and trailed his fingertips softly along her satiny skin. Slowly, Jan slipped her head from under the sheet.

"Good morning lover." Jan placed a soft, smoky kiss on his chin, her eyes locked on Dave's.

"You don't have to do that every morning you know."

"Of course not." Jan grinned wickedly. "The others will get their turns too. But for now, this kitty gets her morning cream." With that she slipped the sheet down his body, exposing him from the knees up, and settled her face on his organ again. Bowing to the inevitable - and loving every minute of it - Dave slipped a hand to Jan's thigh, sliding firmly, slowly, gently along the inside of her leg. He brought his hand close to her core, then slid slowly away, down to mid-thigh. Then back up. Jan hummed approvingly as he switched from his whole hand to just a single fingertip, adding swirls into the motion. He let the swirls drift closer and closer, knowing where she ached for him to brush against. But not yet.

Reaching with both hands, Dave grasped the backs of Janice's thighs, lifting her lower body and rotating it towards his face, aligning their torsos, her mouth the pivot point. She squealed and giggled around his cock before clamping her lips firmly around his organ and doubling her efforts.

With her hot wet sex directly in his face, Dave braced his thumbs about an inch to either side of her clitoris and moved them in unhurried circles. He lifted his face and blew hot breath at her slit. Jan's body tensed and flexed, a sign of encouragement even Dave could clearly read. Dave latched his lips on her dripping sex and nursed on her lower lips, drinking in her juices. He could feel her labia convulsing and puckering in response to his ministrations. Jan picked up her pace again. Dave wasn't sure if it was gratitude or a race, but he resolved he would not be the only one peaking this morning.

Dave slipped his hands up her torso, taking her lovely pert tits into his hands, his fingers alternately groping her fleshy mounds and teasing her firm nipples. He slipped his tongue along her slit languidly before forming a firm spear of mouth muscle braced with the tip against her entrance. He plunged his tongue inside her. Jan's body se

Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Forward: This story occurs within the Quaranteam universe created by CorruptingPower. If you have not red the original, or any of the other spinoffs, they are highly recommended. That is not required to understand this story, they're just good, and a lot of fun.

This fictional drama coincides with the timing of the 2nd wave outbreak of the Covid 19 pandemic. The modified cold virus escaped from a Chinese laboratory and directly killed more than 7 million people, but is suspected of indirectly causing the early deaths of over 20 million, in about 24 months.

The DuoHalo virus that this series of novels pertains to, is far more deadly, and can only be combatted with a gene therapy injection, but it wears off in just days, unless followed up by human hormones, and only through a continual booster through both male and female genital fluids. Only the female body is capable of enduring the inoculation gene therapy dose, but she still needs the catalyst of male genital fluids, which then activates both physical and psychological mutations. Her libido goes into hyper drive. The corresponding male partner also absorbs the hormone-based anti-viral, by absorbing the woman’s rich antiviral genital fluids.

The world order undergoes a fundamental rest, and the fight for survival of the species becomes dependent on heterosexual mating ‘bareback’, with women devoting themselves to monogamy, while men retain a capacity to be the catalyst for however many females their stamina allows. The most notable psychological mystery is the absence of female jealousy and possessiveness. Cohabitation is an essential accommodation to make the treatment work.
Chapter 1.

September 18, 2020.

Dave Belsus sat on the floor of his hallway texturing the wall over the patch he'd installed a few days earlier. It had taken a sizable piece of sheetrock (from a layman's perspective) to repair the big gaping hole in his wall. There wasn't really a right or wrong pattern to the texturing and Dave was simultaneously restless and reluctant to move on to a different task. He finally stood, gathered his tools and materials, and hauled them down to the garage. There are still things to do. There are people depending on him.

He went out to his greenhouse and stopped, closed his eyes and smelled the green. Let it soak into him. He needed to feel life around him. He just stood there for; he wasn't sure how long. Not long enough. He still felt dead inside. But he had work to do.

David started harvesting some veggies to exchange with his neighbor, Lupie. Inspecting the cucumber plants, he could see two large ones were ready. He'd keep one for his own salads and send the other next door. Becca, Lupie's houseguest (once babysitter) had developed a taste for them after Dave offered one a few months ago. Several beefy tomatoes were ready, so he plucked them, keeping a few for himself. Maybe a tomato sandwich tonight or tomorrow. That'd be nice. Three heads of redleaf lettuce (he'd staggered his lettuce so a few heads were harvestable every week) were next, again, one for Dave, two for next door. Finally, a handful of strawberries were perfectly ripe. He'd let Lupie and the girls have all of those. Esme, Lupie's daughter loved strawberries. Well, who didn't? Cute little girl. Always gave Dave fierce, friendly hugs.

Dave missed the farmer's markets on the weekends where he could trade or buy/sell for other varieties and veggies he didn't have space or time for. Well, now he had all sorts of time, but he still didn't have the space.

Dave brought the harvested veggies into the house and sorted the veggies. Stuff for him went on the counter basket. Items for Lupie, Becca and Esme went back in the basket he'd carried into the greenhouse. Dave grabbed the basket and walked over to what had been a parlor just off his entryway. Now it was a decon area. Dave added a plasticized suit over the clothes he'd been wearing. Mid-September was still toasty in Texas, but fortunately not as bad as late August. That had been brutal. Hot enough Dave had thought about adding a water bottle with a straw to the inside of the suit. He hadn't come up with a way to attach it without breaching the suit's integrity, so he nixed the idea. He doubled down on pre-hydrating when it was absolutely necessary to go out in the damn thing.

Dave gathered up the basket in the clumsy gloves. He'd gotten fairly good at manipulating medium size items while wearing the gloves. The gloves were disposable dish gloves, tucked into the suit and duct taped to it for a seal. He opened his door and crossed the lawns over to Lupie's porch. He carefully transferred the veggies over to Lupie's porch pickup box, then gathered the dozen eggs she'd left him. Lupie had several hens in a large coop in her back yard. Dave had helped her install some anti-predator devices to the top of her fence and around the coop in the before times. Being that close to Lupie was a fond memory. Nothing romantic between them, just very comfortable. And it had paid off well too. He got a dozen eggs twice a week, and sometimes a whole chicken, plucked and dressed. Sometimes even separated into parts. If he was really lucky, after bringing her some good meat, he'd get homemade tamales. Lupie was a great cook.

Her cooking wasn't the only thing Dave appreciated about Lupie. Absolutely lovely inside and out. She wasn't beauty pageant pretty, she was normal girl pretty. What a lovely face to wake up to. A face that'd make a man want to come home. Nice figure too. She never wore anything too showy, but she wasn't one for baggy stuff either. Sure, she's in her early thirties and has a real job and a kid to keep track of, so she most certainly wouldn't have a washboard tummy under her shirts. Or dresses. God, Lupie looks fantastic in a dress. The way they billow around her calves always caught Dave's eye. And that hair. Long, lovely, raven black hair.

Hopping back onto his own porch, Dave put the basket down and flipped on the UV lights he'd installed in the porch awning. Step one in his decontamination process. Arms straight out from his shoulders, he turned slowly. One full circle palms down, another palms up. He flipped off the light, opened the door and grabbed the basket. Inside, he stripped off the outer suit, hanging it on hooks in the entryway, set the basket in the kitchen, then went straight to the upstairs shower, the one near the unused bedrooms.

Excessive? Possibly. But Dave wasn't going to be another statistic. Viruses don't negotiate. Dave didn't either. That's what Lysol was for. Not that the average person could get much of that anymore. Still, if you weed out the essential oils nuts, there were some good recipes for home sanitizers online. You just had to pay attention to the recommended duration. Some were stronger than others and didn't need to be left on a surface as long.

After toweling off and tossing the towel in the hamper, Dave went to the master bedroom to put on fresh clothes. Then he went back down to wash the lettuce and cucumber and started making a small salad. Dave didn't like eating right before exertion, but he hadn't eaten in a day and a half. He need to workout the anger surging through him too. So he compromised - a small salad, then beat the crap out of imaginary opponents.

Lettuce base, quartered tomato, quartered boiled egg, diced cucumber, and balsamic vinaigrette. Tasty enough that he'd finish it. Small enough he wouldn't blow chunks while he's exercising. Kitchen cleanup gave the food a little time to settle.

Dave walked across the house to get his staff from the gym, then went back to the sliding glass door separating the living room from the backyard. He walked to the large flat platform in the middle of the yard, stretching his arms as he went. He stretched his legs when he got there. Then he took a several minutes with warm up motions. He ran through each of the basic strikes and defenses in a pattern he practiced at least three times a week. He repeated the sequence five times. Then he launched into a series of combination motions. Half-staff upper hand strike on the right, followed by the left. A horizontal block leading into a full staff strike starting from the lower left into the upper right. On and on. Each pattern repeated. Each repetition faster. Turning. Striking. Blocking. Faster.

Dave's face, initially a blank mask, grew pained, then angry. Anger flowed into rage. In his rage, Dave lost track of his position on the platform. He unknowingly stepped off the platform. It was only two or three inches high, but that was enough. He caught his fall with his staff and avoided an unceremonious face plant. Still, the interruption pulled him out of the mental space he'd been in. His breathing was ragged. Sweat soaked his clothes, dripped from every part of his body. The air was no longer flinty, but it was still too hot for heavy, continuous exertion. He felt a small wave of nausea roll through his belly. Time to pack it in. He cleaned off the end of the staff he'd use to stop his fall, then walked inside, stowed the staff back in the gym, and went up to the master suite shower stall.

The shower refreshed Dave's body. Time to give his mind something to do. Eastfield College had only partially re-opened, just a few online classes. He had one section of astronomy to teach for the folks that wanted something more exciting than physical science for their science core requirement. No one was taking chemistry or physics this semester. The chemistry instructor was still alive. She'd laid down the law in her house and they had taken lockdown seriously. They just didn't have a good substitute for teaching the lab part of the class yet. The full-time physics guy had inexplicably taken the same attitude as too many in the county. He died before the spring semester ended. The guy had a doctorate in physics, twelve published papers to his name and spent twenty years living in scientific circles. You'd think he'd know better than to fall in with the idiot brigade. Hell, maybe the college would take Dave on full time to cover the physics courses once they opened up for real.

Dave logged into to the course website, checking grades in the online homework column and looking for any labs submitted by the faster, more diligent (or just bored) students. No new work since yesterday. Maybe the rest would wait until last minute on Sunday night. On no, a procrastinating college student. What a surprise!

A text message notification pulled him out of his reverie. It was from Lupie. "Please say yes." He was about to reply, asking her what he was supposed to say yes to, when he heard the doorbell. Crap. Dave rushed downstairs to the door, hearing a second ring on the way down. He grabbed a mask and slipped it on quickly just before opening the door a crack with his shoulder braced against it if he needed to slam it shut again. A man in a hazmat suit stood on Dave's porch, carrying a small case and wearing what appeared to be a watch on his right wrist.

"Good morning sir, my name is Arthur Samuelson, I'm with the CDC. May I come in?"

"You ain't a vampire are you?" The grin on Dave's face indicated he was joking.

Arthur chuckled. "No sir, just administering tests checking for DuoHalo and making arrangements for vaccination." Dave got the impression a few details were being skipped here, as if the man in front of him was easing him in with the broadest strokes first.

"A vaccine? Holy shit. Yeah, come on in dude." Dave backed up and opened the door fully. After making sure the door was fully closed, Dave led Arthur to the dining room table. Arthur immediately pulled out sterile cotton swabs, the kind with wooden stems and cotton only on one end, a small box. Arthur tapped the face of the watch and then typed in a numeric sequence when a digital number pad popped up.

"It's a monitor. Some folks have taken a militant approach since the lockdowns started. Every time the watch buzzes at me, I have to enter a code within 30 seconds or they send a squad of troops to my coordinates."

Dave reacted briefly, but nonverbally. Well, some people try to drown the lifeguard that's there to save their ass. Whoever said we've evolved past our caveman days isn't paying attention.

Arthur handed one of the hospital style cotton swabs to Dave. "Just swab the inside of your cheek very well, no brain tickling this time." Dave swabbed as instructed, then handed the stick back to Arthur. Arthur set about processing the sample and placing it in the testing device.

"This will take a few minutes. While we are waiting, is there anyone else to be tested here?"

"No, I live alone."

"Big place."

"Yeah, I . . . had other plans, but they didn't pan out. Been here by myself for a few years now. Nice neighbors, especially next door, Lupie." Dave mentioned Lupie intentionally. Given the short time span between the text and the doorbell, it was possible, but not certain, the two were connected.

"Yes, I just came from there. Nice ladies."

"So, are you going door-to-door doing this, like somebody selling steak knives?"

Arthur guffawed. "Not quite. We used electric usage rates to determine which houses still have people living in them. Then we set routes for each test administrator for a day. Also, you're going to like what I'm offering a lot more than steak knives, but they won't all come at once."

Dave chuckled, but held back a bit. "So multiple booster shots?"

"Something like that." Arthur's grin was slightly cryptic, like he was hiding a joke he wasn't ready to reveal just yet.

"I hate needles man. I put up with them, but I usually have to look away when I get stuck for shots or blood donations."

"We'll see what we can do to make it easier on you." The cryptic grin hadn't receded. Then the box trilled a three note sequence. Arthur checked it. "Congratulations, you are virus free. Let's make arrangements to keep you safe from this thing." Arthur pressed a button on the box, which then printed out a strip of paper. He handed the strip over to Dave. "So here's the deal: you know by now DuoHalo is deadly, especially to men. Like an 80% fatality rate for us guys."

Dave's eyes hooded over. "I'm aware."

"Yes, well it seems directly administering the vaccine is 100% fatal to men."

"How the fuck is that supposed to help? Leave a planet of Valkyries that only survives if they solve cloning or learn to create artificial semen in one generation?" Dave shouted, but managed not to rise out of his seat.

Arthur leaned back somewhat, as if subconsciously giving Dave a little extra space. "No sir, we have a solution, just please hear me out."

Dave calmed himself and prepared to listen to what comes after three of the worst words to hear. Whatever followed those three words was either incredibly good, or monumentally bad. Dave wasn't holding his breath for the former.

"No, no, nothing like that. It turns out that women can act as intermediaries for the vaccine, sort of a buffer solution. I'm sorry, that may not - "

"I know what a buffer solution is and how it functions."

"Oh, excellent. You see, we have found that if a vaccinated woman has intercourse with a man, her body buffers the vaccine serum and her immunity transfers - in part - to the man."

"Intercourse? As in sex?"

Arthur smirked "Someone at the office started referring to this as the STV - Sexually Transmitted Vaccine."

Dave rolled his eyes briefly, then closed them and shook his head.

"Okay, there is a website with text and videos to explain more details, but a few more things I should say before I leave. First, it takes more than one woman to keep a man safe. That means you will have multiple women 'sharing' you." Dave's eyebrows shot up, but he kept his mouth shut and listened for now. "The vaccine also creates some kind of bond between men and women, so once they sleep with you, they can't be with another man. Ever. It's extremely dangerous for the woman." Seeing Dave start to object, Arthur rushed along "The website I gave you is a highly detailed and personal survey. Women take the same survey. The results get processed through a system called Oracle that has been rigorously tested to match people. We don't want someone stuck with a person they can't stand."

Hearing this, Dave was somewhat mollified. Arthur's haste from a moment ago clearly intended to forestall Dave's objection. Of course, Arthur probably thought the concern was for Dave being stuck with an objectionable woman. Dave was equally concerned with a woman getting stuck with him.

"Alright so last few questions, how much space is there in this house?"

"Oh, well, I have a king size canopy bed in the master bedroom. There are four more bedrooms upstairs, two of which have twin beds in them. The other two have no furniture."

"You're going to want to change that. Your first partner will likely arrive tomorrow, with more coming every week, maybe four days apart, at least until we get you up to four partners. Eventually, you will be assigned at least twelve women. Oh, and one more thing." Arthur handed Dave a plain white letter envelope bearing Dave's name in a flowing script. "Your neighbor Lupie asked me to give this to you. I'll step out to the living room to give you some privacy, but I'll need an answer before I leave."

Dave was puzzled and concerned but nodded Arthur towards the couch visible through the archway separating the dining and living rooms. Dave pulled out his pocketknife and slit the envelope open. His eyes widened at the first line. First line, hell - the salutation!

Dearest David,

Words cannot express just how wonderful it is just to address you in that way. I don't know when I began falling for you. I can tell you that last year, when I said I wanted a man who could make a living for us so that I could stay home, raise our kids, and love him with my whole heart, I was thinking of you. Yes, I know it's a bit silly to some, since I earn quite a nice income without any help, but that does not make me feel whole. I want to love you, and Esme, and the children we have together. Yes David, I want to bear your children and raise them with you. I wanted that before all of this lockdown and death started. And now, with all that's been lost, I want to feel life in my body. I want you to put it there. I never want to be away from Esme again. I want to manage your household and love you and our children and whomever else comes into our lives with the way the world is changing.

I understand from the gentleman that came to our door that the vaccine has some unusual effects, including emotional and psychological impacts. This is why I am writing to you now, before I take the vaccine. I want to make sure you know this is really what I want. Before anything affects me. I love you. I want to be with you for a lifetime.

You should also know that Becca wants to be with you as well. I suspect you will have objections based on her age. Yet, you know she is incredibly mature and responsible. You know what she went through to protect Esmeralda. You know what she has suffered through. Her world is completely unmoored. You, Esme, and I are all that she has left. Your heart and your mind know these things to be true. One thing you may not be aware of - Becca considers you her hero. For so many things big and small that you have done for us during this lockdown. Besides, she's a sci-fi and gaming nerd too, you two will get along quite well if you give her a chance.

I love you desperately David. Please say yes. For both of us.

Forever yours,

Lupie.

Dave reached into his back pocket for a handkerchief to dry his eyes. Lupie wanted him all along? Images flashed through his mind. Lupie laughing in a flowy dress on a pleasant spring day. Lupie's hands touching his as they exchanged eggs or produce. Lupie bringing him a glass of ice water while he repaired her fence because he couldn't bear the thought of her blowing money on a contractor. Lupie's proud grin as he thanked her and expounded on the deliciousness of the fresh tamales she brought over late last fall. Their hands had touched then too, hadn't they? No, she touched his hand. Not an accident. Dear God what an idiot! Hell yes he wanted Lupie in his life! And she h

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He had asked Erin what kind of food she wanted to try, and

"So, Siam is now Thailand?" Erin asked as soon as

"Yeah." Jack nodded. "I'm sorry, but I have

"What? Why?" She lowered the menu, and her eyes

"Just want to make sure that you're not gonna fall

Erin smiled and said, "I'm getting my eight hours. Can

Jack leaned over and tried his best to explain everything to

"So, what did you do all day?" Erin asked as soon

"Nothing really. Replied to some emails, watched TV

"What would you be doing if you were back in

"Don't know. Maybe watch basketball, gym, go on the

"PlayStation ;  that's the machine that you can

"Close enough," Jack smiled, "What about you?

"Working for the Franklins took up most of my time. I

"I know, I saw your list. What about today?"

"Me and Lucy watched more movies. We watched some ones

Jack wanted to quickly interject and ask what film that she

"I tried to use Lucy's computer. But it was so hard and

"And I got this." Erin reached into her jacket

"That's awesome," Jack said. He knew that there

"Lucy helped me take a couple of selfies. I guess

"Yeah." Jack nodded, thinking if he should tell

The food then arrived, and Erin's attention was drawn instantly

Jack watched her, a mix of confusion and excitement at the

Erin pointed to her dish and asked, "And I ordered;

"Pad Thai. A typical Thai dish ;  everyone should

Erin reached for a chopstick; her fingers and thumbs fumbled

"This all tastes amazing. So many spices and different

"I thought food was better back in your time. Fresher,

"Maybe. But we just boiled everything. And there was no

Jack carefully ate his noodles, making sure not to make a

Erin caught him staring and smiled. She then said, "Me

"Okay."

"We got this idea after watching a true crime television

"So, you were in a fundamentalist sect?"

"Yes. I didn't have a TV, no internet or modern music.

"Okay. But why did you leave?"

"The Franklins died."

"And what happened between then and now?"

Erin paused, looking like she was thinking of an answer. She

"That's perfect." After finishing their food, Jack

"I loved it." Erin said, wiping her lips with the

He asked why but saw Erin go quiet and look nervous. It took

"I lived in what is now called South End. Then it was a

"Do you miss Boston?"

"Yes. When I arrived in the city, after weeks on that

Looking at her, Jack thought about asking her something that

"I would like that."

They both leaned over the table and kissed, just a quick

"Lucy told me something," Erin said in a hushed

Jack nodded and flagged down the waiter.

"Lucy!" Erin called out as soon as they opened the

Hearing no response, she turned and faced Jack. They both

Jack loved every moment; having a gorgeous girlfriend draped

She broke their kiss and tilted her head towards Lucy's

"You're wearing too many layers," Erin said,

He pushed her back and immediately corrected his dress code.

He didn't do it on purpose, but Jack moaned at the sight of

She swayed her hips as she moved to him; Jack stayed

Jack instantly grasped her free tits, enjoying the feeling

It got too much for her, and Erin pulled back. "Jack,

She rolled off him and got on all fours. There was something

He slipped his hand between her thighs and found a very wet

Jack pulled his hand back, disappointing his panting

"Oh yes;" Erin whispered, rolling her back and

Shuddering, her cunt muscles welcomed his cock, tightening

" more, more, more," she whimpered, matching his

Hearing her moans, Jack pumped his cock harder, watching his

Erin slammed her head on the pillow, stifling her cries as

"Oh; CHRIST!" She screamed. Erin dropped her mouth

Jack stopped and went still. He wrapped his arms around her

"Oh; that felt good," Erin whispered, coming in

Jack fell back, hitting the headboard. That was something.

She grinned back at him, knowing what he was thinking. Her

Jack quickly responded, shuffling forward with his cock in

Erin groaned and exhaled, her body vibrating, enjoying the

"Oh, yes;" Erin moaned as Jack bottomed out.

She then wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him down;

"Oh, God!" Erin screamed, getting closer and closer.

Jack pushed her up and lowered his head, nestling his face

"Oh, Jack!" It was getting too much for Erin. She

"Yes; yes; Oh Lord; Jesus Christ!" She yelled.

As Erin went limp in his arms, Jack could feel the familiar

Erin sighed and moaned, feeling Jack's cock explode deep

Quietly moaning, feeling the hot cum seep down her thighs,

"I love you," they said in unison, before

Erin smiled back at Jack. Her hands trembled, and sweat

Jack immediately jumped off the bed and checked underneath,

Erin stared at the underneath of Lucy's bed and just

Jack tried to pay attention to the conversation; he knew it

"Circe; Circe; Circe!" Lucy yelled, "We

Jack quickly turned back to Lucy and her phone. She had been

"Shut up, bitch!" Circe shouted at Lucy.

Glancing back at Erin, she and Jack exchanged another look.

"What is it with you witches and wizards? Sex magic all

"Aw the poor medium is stuck. God, you're so basic. You

"Shut up, Claire, you giant poser!" Lucy yelled.

The raven-haired witch went quiet and completely still. Lucy

"What do we do next?" Erin asked.

"We still go out. It's New Year's Eve." Lucy said,

Erin looked embarrassed on her behalf, looking at her feet

Lucy shrugged it off. "I will make it up to her

Erin followed the blonde in her bedroom, taking careful

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Jack opened his eyes. He was instantly wide awake. It didn't

He had to be in 1898. It was the only thing that made sense.

An older man walked into the room, but he didn't notice Jack

The older man looked like he was in his sixties, overweight

They were soon joined by another. A woman, in her sixties,

She joined her husband at the fire and said, "Where is

"In the library," he answered.

"And that jezebel?"

"Fixing herself supper."

"She cannot stay. She talks about marriage."

"We cannot just force her out," Jedediah Franklin

"What? Let her marry your only son?"

He turned and glared at his wife, "You think I would

Alice Franklin slowly smiled and said, "Then we are at

They both nodded and turned to watch the fire. Jedediah

Needed to get away, Jack caught Erin walking past in the

"Erin? Erin?" He said, standing in front of her.

She didn't respond. It wasn't the Erin he knew. She had her

Jack then followed her as she went about with her chores. He

A younger man, looking like a mix of Jedediah Franklin and

Erin was putting away a jar, leaning up to place it in a

She jolted, nearly dropping the jar. Erin then turned and

"I have to see you tonight." Robert stroked her

"Your mother and father?"

"Please," he replied.

Erin nodded.

Lucy shook awake. She was on Jack's bed, naked and warm. Her

But Lucy turned her head and realized that she was alone. No

Opening the grimoire, she tried to find clues on what had

She then heard a thud from downstairs, and Lucy stopped.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Lucy yelled to herself and ran

Jack had followed Robert upstairs to the attic. He struggled

While Robert waited on Erin, Jack circled around him. He had

They both turned, hearing someone coming up. Erin was

"Robert," she said, resting the lantern on the

Robert just kept his arms by his sides and looked away. Jack

She then kissed him and said, "I'm so sorry. I was a

"It is fine, my darling." Robert then rested his

"No. I am not with child." Erin glanced at this

"I wish that as well. But soon. I; we have dealings

Jack couldn't watch Robert struggle to pacify Erin with

He had to look away. Jack couldn't watch her die; it was too

But there Erin stood, alongside Jack; her hair undone and

"I always hated this moment. Watching my body handled

"I'm so sorry."

Erin took his hand and held it close to her. "There's

"Was that why you didn't want to believe in the

"Somewhat. While I couldn't touch anything, and

Alice Franklin had joined them in the attic. She held on to

"There is something that I must tell you," Erin

Erin gave a faint smile and carried on, "We courted for

"I knew that I picked the wrong man. But still believed

Jack interrupted her and said, "I love you too."

They kissed again. Erin wrapped her arm around his neck,

Erin then broke their embrace. Her lips turned into a smirk;

She then took him downstairs. Both were soon running and

Erin pulled him into the master bedroom and pushed him onto

Erin crawled and laid next to him. She quickly got on top of

They tore through their clothing, ignoring any damage as

Erin's breathing was becoming more rapid; a deep, warm glow

Just like minutes, hours or maybe days before, Erin kneeled

She looked up at Jack; he had this kind look, his eyes

Erin then wrapped her fingers around the shaft, looked Jack

"Oh, god. Erin," Jack said, stunned. He couldn't

But they both stopped and looked up; they had a visitor.

Seconds passed, but there was no reaction from the older

Jack stroked Erin's chin and pointed to his cock. Erin

Erin now hunched over Jack's cock, ready to take more of it.

"Erin! Fuck. That feels so good."

Erin was ecstatic hearing those words and moaned on his cock.

Jack grunted in appreciation, shuddering as he felt her

Alice Franklin returned to the room, joined by Jedediah. But

"Oh god, Erin. I'm going to cum soon if you keep that

Erin as tasted his precum, she remembered Lucy showing her

She pulled his cock out of her mouth, beads of spit dripping

Erin then stuffed his cock back in her mouth. She frantically

"Oh, Erin. Fuck;"

Jack clenched his fists, wanting to grab something as he

Erin raised her head, looking at him and swallowed his load.

Jack pulled her up and gently kissed her on the lips. As

"That was perfect," Jack said, now kissing down

"Thank; Oh," Erin replied, Jack's already erect cock.

Jack grinned and said, "You mean doggy-style?"

"Okay," Erin laughed.

Jack smirked back at her, she's so cute. He then slowly

He broke their kiss and sat up. Reaching behind him, Jack

He leaned over, quickly kissed her and said, "This is

Now staring at her tight, pert ass, Jack could swear that

He then grabbed hold of his cock and positioned his tip at

"Oh, yes; Jack!" Erin threw her head back and

Remembering how tight she felt around his cock, Jack left

"More," Erin yelled.

Nodding his head, Jack grabbed her soft tits. He tugged on

Erin was now trembling and shaking. She would let out a

"Oh yes; Oh yes; Oh Lord yes!" Erin cried out in a

Jack held her tightly, ignoring her cries, and rammed his

Erin moaned again, tightly gripping Mrs. Franklin's sheets,

Jack held on her ass tightly, still plunging his cock in and

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Jack's mouth painfully stretched open. He then released a

Putting on sweatpants and a t-shirt, Jack searched the house

But then the doorbell rang, and there was a knock at the

Opening it, Jack saw a delivery man with a clipboard and a

The delivery man wheeled the dryer in and took the clipboard

Behind him, Erin stood. Her mouth ajar and stood still, but

"He saw me. He saw me." Erin said, walking towards

She then took one step outside and immediately disappeared.

"Fuck!" Lucy screamed from upstairs.

They sat around the coffee table, all struggling to think of

But Erin could change her appearance, though only subtly.

"So, what now," Jack said, taking a sip of coffee.

"I; I don't know," Lucy shook her head, "This

"Would it be so wrong if I stayed like this?" Erin

"But you can't touch anything." Lucy said.

"And my parents are going to be back soon. Then it's

"I know." Erin then looked at Lucy and asked,

"Hell no." Lucy shook her head, emphatically

"Then what next?" Jack asked.

Lucy pushed her chair back and stood up. She madly scrolled

Erin followed Lucy out of the room with her stare. She

"Yeah." Jack said, trying to hide his nervousness.

"I never thought that I would be here. I'd be a

Jack rested his hand on over hers, sinking through her

Erin dropped her head down and said, "I cannot let you

Leaning back, Jack smiled back at her. This was the first

"I want to be in the sky, flying across the ocean. To

"Kinsale?"

"It is where I was born. I left when I was twelve. I

"Anything else?"

Erin looked away, like she was thinking; then turned back to

Lucy walked back into the room. She glanced at Erin, then at

"Okay, I spoke to a friend. She knows a lot of

"Necro-mancers?" Erin asked.

"They talk to the dead. My friend's going to reach out

"So, we just wait?" Jack asked.

Lucy nodded.

Days later, Erin stared at the TV. She was alone as Jack had

One plus was now she could spend time with Jack. Last night,

Jack also showered her with questions about her own life.

There was one question that Erin wouldn't answer. Jack had

The channel that Jack left the TV on was now playing another

A knock on the door turned Erin's head. There was no way it

"Fuck!" Lucy stumbled back as she saw Erin appear,

"He has gone to a store called Walm Art. He will return

"Oh." Lucy paused. "Err, can I come in?"

"Sorry," Erin stepped aside and allowed Lucy to

"Yeah," Lucy said, removing her jacket. "He

Muscle memory dictated her to ask for Lucy's coat and offer

"I have some news, but I will wait until Jack gets

"A documentary about World War 2?" Erin said, not

"Yeah, I can't remember what World War 1 was about.

"Please," Erin replied, "It's

"So, how are you dealing with the modern world?"

"It's pleasant. Yesterday, Jack showed me around the

"I'm guessing back in the 1880s travel was

"Only by train or steam. Now you can fly

"That's really cool," Lucy said, smiling.

Erin felt herself being distracted by the TV. She turned her

Lucy saw Erin's stunned expression and quickly changed the

"It's fine," Erin replied, "There is so much

"I understand. It's okay to take your time." Lucy

Erin smiled and said, "I have lived in this household

"Wow," Lucy smirked and said, "One day, you

Going back to Lucy's words and all the things she

Erin had also seen couples have different types of sex, none

"Um," Erin looked away before opening her mouth,

Lucy shrugged, "Sure."

"Jack. He laid me down and used his tongue; on my

"Yeah," Lucy blurted out. "Sorry. Most guys

"Has sex really changed that much?"

"One sec," Lucy stood up and skipped to the

Lucy popped open the bottle and poured, then stopped.

"Please," Erin replied, smiling. "My church

"Hopefully soon." Lucy then took a long sip and

"Blow?"

"You put a penis in your mouth and suck on it."

"Oh Christ," Erin muttered.

Lucy then lifted up her phone, and loaded up a website. She

"This is sex now."

Erin moaned, watching a young blonde who looked a passing resemblance

"Wow," Erin moaned, "She looks like she is

Erin felt the need to shift her weight on the sofa while she

"Well, she's an actress. I should tell you that this is

Erin pursed her lip like she was trying not to laugh.

"I have to admit something, Lucy," Erin said,

"I've been meaning to ask you about that." Lucy

"I'm so sorry."

"That's okay. I really just want to know how you were

"I can't explain," Erin said. "It just

"It's like a tulpa," Lucy said, slowly smiling.

"Tulpa?"

"A tulpa is a being or an object created through

"I just appeared here and saw you two."

"Yeah," Lucy grinned, "This is great. I've

Erin nodded and looked away. She should apologize. Erin saw

"Hey," Lucy said, getting Erin's attention.

Erin chuckled and covered her mouth. She wanted to believe

"What happened to you? When I possessed you?"

"Hmm," Lucy paused and then said, "The first

Again, Erin blushed and went red, thinking about floating

Jack opened the door and made a beeline to the kitchen. He

Walking into the living room, he found Erin and Lucy both on

"Oh, you're back," Erin said, smiling. She stood

"Yep," He nodded, "So, what have you guys

"I'm just showing her what music is like now, and

Jack caught the smile and glanced at Erin, who had gone red.

"Yep," Lucy replied and went for her bag. "You

They both shook their heads, which Lucy had suspected they

"From what I read, resurrecting the dead is near

"Fuck." Jack said. He then glanced at Erin and

"No, you are right," Erin nodded, dumbfounded as

"Possibly," Lucy said, walking closer to the

"Sex magic?" Erin said, "How? What?"

"This is left-hand path magic!" Lucy yelled,

"So, when do we do this?" Jack asked, pouring

"We need to pick the right date. A date real

"I um; it's hard," Erin said, "I can't.

"The diary doesn't say much. All I know that she died

"December 21st?" Lucy repeated, "The Winter

Lucy told him that she will explain later. But there was a

Erin felt comfortable, sitting in the living room with Jack,

She glanced at Jack, and he smirked back at her. Last night

"Depends on the time and what you are watching,"

"You mean fucking?" Erin grinned.

"What?"

Erin explained that she picked up some modern words. Jack

"I have only had sex twice in my life. Well, once when

Jack stayed still, not believing what he had heard. He had

He had to ask Erin what she was shown, intrigued at what she

"Can I ask you something? Were you watching porn that

That night. It felt so long ago to Jack; his life had

"Do you want to see what I watched?"

Erin blushed but nodded her head.

Jack set his laptop on the bed, directly in between them. He

"It's. It's something," she said, sounding

Erin watched each video carefully, amazed. One was through a

It quickly got too much for her. She turned to face Jack,

Erin quickly became entranced by the action, wishing that

Both Jack and Erin forgot about the Female-female-male scene

Jack then cried out her name as ropes of cum shot out his

She didn't want to think about that as they watched TV. She

Still, Erin couldn't believe that she would ever try

Jack was more like Robert. Not physically, Jack was taller

They heard the front door opened then quickly closed.

"Erin? Jack?" Lucy yelled.

"In here," Jack said back.

She was carrying a big tote bag as she walked into the

Both Jack and Erin shrugged and then nodded their heads,

"What are you guys watching?" Lucy asked, facing

"I don't know," Erin then turned to Jack and

"It's the Mistletoe Connection."

"I've been watching a number of these Hallmark

She glanced at Jack to see if she was correct. He smiled and

"We've been watching Christmas movies non-stop. If this

"I was streaked," Erin said, looking back at Lucy.

"She means scared."

"For once, I was glad that I am a spirit. Those

"She means puke." Jack then turned to Erin, and

"You need to switch to Netflix Christmas movies.

"Of course."

"Why don't you guys take the living room. I probably

Lucy said yes, and they quickly settled around the coffee

"What's going on?" Lucy asked, lowering her

"What do you mean?"

"You keep looking away and you're repeating yourself. What's

"It's just," Erin said, but then stopped.

Erin then leaned in, wanting to make sure that there was no

Just like a move from a sitcom, Lucy did a spit take. Wiping

"Nor did I," Erin replied, "I just can't

"Just kiss?"

Erin blushed and dropped her head. "I do have some

"Let's see what happens tomorrow. If I'm reading this

"If only," Erin said.

"So, you going to do it again?" Lucy asked

Erin said nothing, trying not to laugh.

"Hey, I'm a pervert," Lucy said, shrugging her

They went back to their research. Finding Erin's burial was

"O, space, then C-E-A-L-L-A-C-H-A-I-N," Erin said,

"I'm not going to pretend to try to pronounce

"It is. That's just the Irish spelling. Jack said that

With that done, Erin helped Lucy find her grave. She learnt

They were in deep concentration, but quickly looked up,

The front door opened, and a deep-sounding voice yelled,

Jack jumped out of his chair; he was already prepared. He

He met them by the door and quickly lobbed questions at

In the living room, Lucy frantically piled her notes, her

"Shit. Shit. Shit." Lucy said out loud but to

"Please be calm," Erin said, resting a hand on

"That's not a bad idea." Lucy replied. She paused

Erin had her sleeves pulled up to her elbows, her hair down

She nodded her head, and then Erin pressed her chest like

While Jack was distracting his mother, they walked to the

Erin got the hint and said, "Bye Jack. We have to

"Thanks for your help," Lucy added.

They watched as a woman in her late fifties walked out of

"Well, hello," she said. Her face had this

"Hello, I am Erin," she said, "This is Miss;

"Hi, I'm Mary. Jack's mom," she replied,

Erin stayed quiet, her face frozen and her eyes stretched

"Oh, Erin's just shy," Lucy said, "She came

"Yes," Erin replied, not sounding anywhere

Jack left his mom's side and walked to the door, blocking

Both Lucy and Erin nodded. Jack slowly closed the door,

Erin stared out of the window, bored. She realized that she

She attempted not to think about the ceremony tomorrow.

There was a knock and Erin turned her head.

"Erin?" Jack said before opening the door and

"Jack?"

"Sorry, I had to leave you alone for so long. Mom and

Jack then climbed onto his bed and switched the TV on. He

"I understand." Erin then joined him on the bed.

"Oh yeah. Mom really likes the tree. I told her that

"Were they upset that I didn't fully introduce myself

"No. Not really. But over dinner, Mom wanted to know

"Seeing each other?" Erin replied, "Is that

"Something like that," Jack said, smiling,

"Courtship was not for people like me. Especially for

"Whoa. Is that what you wanted?"

"I never had a say. My parents said I was to be married

"What did you think about Patrick?"

"A drunk," Erin said, rolling her eyes. "I

"But when he died. How old were you? Couldn't you marry

"I was 25. A different time. One that I am so happy to

"Dating?"

"I've heard that word spoken so many times in this

Jack tried to explain what dating meant now. The use of

"We have had sex." Erin said, slowly smiling,

"Probably." Jack replied, smirking at her.

Jack's phone then started buzzing and interrupted them.

"Video-calling? So, she can see us? Wow."

Jack answered and said, "Hey Lucy, what's up? Where are

They could see Lucy in a dimly lit storeroom. There were

"I got a shift at the Cord & Rifle. Anyway, how you

Erin looked at Jack, he shrugged, and she turned back to

"What happened to your mom & dad?"

"They had some questions. I told them that I've been

"And. I am uh, crashing; at your home," Erin said,

"Cool, cool." Lucy looked passed her phone, then

"Nude?" Erin looked at Jack, squinting her eyes.

He shook his head and turned back to Lucy, "No. You

"Okay then," Lucy nodded, "So, we need to

"What do you mean, drug my parents?"

"Yeah, we need to drug them." Lucy stood up and

"Why?"

"They have to be drugged," Lucy replied, "Bye

Jack glanced at Erin, then back to his blank phone screen.

***

In a couple of hours, the Winter Solstice would happen, and

She never really interacted with anyone else in the house.

Erin clenched her eye shut, hating herself. It was wrong to think

Jack ended the called and turned to Erin, "I hate being

"I T?"

"Never mind." He settled on the bed next to her

Erin smiled and said, "You're being too confident. It

"Really?"

"I need to. Just so I can stay sane."

"I've got a text from Lucy. She's outside." Jack

"Good luck," Erin replied.

It was getting too much for her. Erin knew how she was

Lucy pulled her Ford over and cut the engine. Jack wasn't

They left the car and slowly walk to the wall; it looked low

"You ever been in a cemetery before?" Lucy asked,

"No. Have you?"

"Yeah," she replied, "Loads of times; its

"I got my first one during a school trip to

"How's Erin handling it?" Lucy asked, "Is she

"Not really."

Lucy stopped and Jack did the same.

"Have you guys said anything about the future?"

Jack sighed and shook his head.

"Where's she going to stay? You're going back to

"I know. But Erin just doesn't want to think about the

Lucy nodded and said, "I understand."

Jack looked around, feeling that they were lost. Realizing

Lucy bent down and jammed a trowel into the ground. The

"You ever seen the Fly?" Lucy replied, tightening

"Really?"

"Nah. It's just what it says to do in the

Jack searched the pantry for marshmallows, knowing that they

He handed them the cocoa and settled down on the sofa, away

Waiting another ten minutes, Jack checked that they were

"What did you give them?" Jack asked, staring at

"Oh, Valerian root and CBD oil," Lucy said,

"How long do we have?" Erin asked.

"We got time," Lucy replied, looking at her phone.

"So, what do we have to do?" Jack said.

They went back into Jack's room. Just like the s ance, they

"This is just to make sure that we contain any kind of

After the circle was done, Jack placed seven black candles

Once Lucy said they were ready, they headed downstairs and

"Do you want something to drink?" Jack asked,

"Oh, god yes."

Jack reached into a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of

They both quickly finished the bourbon and refilled their

"Me too," Lucy said, hesitating as well.

Erin looked away and chuckled to herself. "Today, is it

"Yeah," Lucy said, "There's so many things

She took another sip of bourbon and asked, "If this

Erin let out a quick smile and shrugged her shoulders. She

"Mine are really boring," Jack said, "Typical

"Pass," she said, "With this talking to dead

Lucy then checked her phone and then said, "We should

Jack rolled his eyes and stood up. He said, "I don't

Erin stood next to him, blushing uncontrollably. She covered

"Maybe," Lucy grinned, "You guys go to your

Jack and Erin were in his bedroom, standing inside the

His bedroom door swung open, and in walked Lucy. She had

She could see them staring at her and said, "I'm trying

"So, should we get started?" Jack asked.

"Yeah. You start lighting the candles. I'm going to

It was just like as Jack thought, the weird-smelling candles

Smoke from the sage filled the room, but it wasn't

"Are you okay?" Jack asked as he stood in front of

"Yeah. I'm calm."

Jack dropped his eyes to her hands. She was trembling.

"Okay guys, let's get weird," Lucy said before she

"Our good being. Bear this night lights open this fruit

Lucy lowered her head, facing Jack and Erin. They both

Jack tried to take Erin's hand, but his fingers went through

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Lucy said to herself,

Jack kept eye contact with Erin and asked, "Lucy, can't

"No. Today is the day Erin died and it falls on the

"If we wait," he said, still looking at a scared

Lucy jumped into the circle and stood in front of Erin.

"What?" Erin said, nearly yelling,

"You two need to have sex. That's it. It doesn't matter

Erin stayed dumbfounded for a second before asking,

"All to help you," Lucy said, sounding dead

"Would you be okay with this?" Erin asked, looking

He nodded his head, acting non-committal. Jack had no idea

"Okay," Erin said, nodding her head.

She turned around and slowly backed into Lucy's body. She

"Erin?" He asked.

"Yes," Lucy's body nodded, "I'm okay."

"How does it feel?"

"Comfortable. Like an old shoe. I can hear Lucy. She's

"Is that what she said?"

"Not in those words," Erin grinned.

They both leaned in and kissed. Erin parted Lucy's lips, and

"We should; fuck now," Erin said.

Jack had to smile; he swore it was the first time he had

He kissed Erin again and reached behind her, feeling for her

Hearing Lucy's words in her head, demanding more, Erin

Stopping for air, Jack caught Lucy's firm tit under his

Erin threw her head back, groaning loudly. It felt so good.

She pulled Jack off her tits, it felt weird it calling them

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Lucy said, her words

Erin stared at Jack as her fingers slid up and down his

"God, that's so hot," Jack said, groaning.

"I like the taste." Erin grinned.

She dropped her head and brushed her lips against the tip.

"Yes;"

Erin remembered catching him and Lucy together. The jealousy

She slurped on his sore head, sucking on the leaking precum.

Erin had watched in horror as Lucy swallowed Jack's cock,

She bobbed her head on his cock, saliva wetting her mouth

Jack slowly pulled her off his cock and gave her a gentle

Erin puffed out her cheeks and remembered to breathe through

"Oh fuck, Erin!"

Jack grunted and dug his fingers into the mattress. She is

Erin then pulled back, running her lips and teeth over his

"That's so fucking hot!" Lucy screamed, sounding

Erin nodded; she was right. Another time, maybe. "We

Jack interrupted her, pulling her up on the bed and

She moaned as they kissed and wanted more. Her sensitive

Now naked, Erin looked down and found that Lucy was

Her eyes were drawn to Jack's cock, rock hard still wet from

"I'm going to ride him," she said out loud, slowly

Erin placed her hand on his chest and swung her legs over,

"Oh, Lord!" Erin groaned, arching her back and

Her hips slowly dropped, grunting as Jack's cock stretched

"Yes," Erin said as she slowly moved her hips.

She gently rode him, sliding her pussy up on his shaft until

Jack was losing his mind, not wanting to cum, which was

"Oh, Lord," Erin said, "Oh, Jack!"

Erin then pushed her legs up and leaned forward, shallowly

Erin then cried as she rode him harder and faster. She

"Lucy," Erin said, breathless. "Lucy wants

Jack quickly reached up and grabbed both of her bouncing

"More! More, Jack!" Erin said, crying out,

Jack grinned; he loved this dirty side to her. He quickly

"Oh, Lord. Yes!" Erin cried out, shaking her head.

For Jack's sake, she rested her hands on the mattress, not

Wherever Lucy was, she too wanted more. Erin could hear the

"Oh Jack; oh Lord; Yes!"

Erin threw her head back and yelled. Her eyes firmly shut;

"Oh my;" Erin said, "I;"

Her brain stopped working, and quick yelps replaced her

"Oh, Lord," she said, weakly groaning, "That

Jack grunted, shocked that Erin's intense orgasm and her

Hugging her firmly, Jack now madly thrust his cock but got a

"I'm going to cum, Erin. Fuck!" he said, feeling

Erin suddenly woke and raised herself up. Their lips met again,

Erin writhed on top of him, suddenly full of energy, she

They rode out Jack's orgasm, and when he was finally spent,

"Oh, shit!" Jack said, but couldn't do anything

To be continued. Based on a post by zeon 67.