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Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 14
Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 14
Andy reconnects with his past, and Emily explores.
Based on a post by CorruptingPower, in 25 parts. Listen to the Podcast
at Explicit Novels.
And, after two weeks of trying to subtly discern it from
her, Andy eventually just asked Taylor what she did for a living, and Taylor
informed Andy that she'd been a phlebotomist before moving into the Rook
household, and once she was done with her time in the penalty box, she would go
back to it. It was the first step she had taken towards eventually becoming an
anesthetist, which was her long term goal. She'd met Lauren when the Aussie had
needed someone to come in and blood test a few of the 49ers she was training.
Taylor insisted that if Andy ever wanted her to stay in his
bed for a night, she would without reservation, but that otherwise, she would
be sleeping in the same bed with Lauren, who had set up her own bedroom now, so
as to not wake Andy when she left early in the morning for practice.
Piper and Sheridan had also set up their own bedrooms, for
similar reasons. Piper insisted her workout routine begin at the butt crack of
dawn, and she also had a tendency to go to bed almost immediately after dinner,
and Sheridan had started joining her in those hours, although the two women had
very different work out routines in the morning. Andy had never been awake for
any of them, but both of the women had filmed themselves working out, so he
could see what they were up to in the wretched early hours.
Aisling, Niko, Emily and Sarah had flatly refused to sleep
away from Andy, although the order they laid against one another in the bed at
night varied quite regularly. At various points over the last few days, he'd
woken up in the night to find Emily quietly making out with each of the other
three.
He was a little surprised that Emily and Sarah didn't want
another bedroom for times when the two of them wanted to fool around with just
each other. He'd asked them about it, but Sarah had just teased him and
insisted that when they did, he should be nearby in case he wanted to watch or
join in.
The craziest part of the day, however, was when Emily came
to track him down in his office just before dinner with a rather baffling
request. He'd spent most of the day writing, knowing that tomorrow there would
be new women joining the household, and that he'd likely get very little work
done on that day. He felt like he was very close to considering the draft for
what he was now calling "The Doppleganger's Identity," the next book
in the Druid Gunslinger series, ready for his first pass readers to take a look
at, and hoped to wrap it up today. It would certainly stop Sarah from asking
him yet again when she could read it, since she had insisted she get a spot on
that esteemed small council. He kept the door to his office open most of the
time, but Emily insisted on knocking before entering the room anyway.
"Andrew, love, I know you're writing right now, but might I bother you for
just a skosh?" she said, smiling at him in that disarmingly charming
English way of hers.
"It's never a bother, Em," he said, closing up his
laptop. "You know, you're the only one of my partners I'm okay with
calling me 'Andrew?' Anyone else does it, and I know I'm in trouble, but you
somehow make me not hate the sound of my full name. C'mon in. Sit down, talk to
me."
The blonde Englishwoman sashayed into the room before
lifting one of his legs so she could sit down on the footstool in front of his
writing chair. She was wearing a billowy floral print dress that hung down past
her knees, loose fitting but still draped enticingly well. Andy wondered if
maybe it was tailor made for her, but before he could think to ask, she
launched into the reason she'd come to see him. "My agent received a
rather odd request today, and I wanted to come and talk to you about it before
I answered it. If you're not comfortable with it, I would completely understand
that, but I personally think that it would be an excellent thing for us to do,
so I hoped we might talk a bit about it before you came to any decision, and perhaps
I could bring you around to my way of thinking."
Andy set his laptop on the coffee table to the side of his
writing chair and shifted to sit up a little bit. "Who's the request from,
and what is it that you think I might be uncomfortable with?"
"It came from the office of the president, if you can
believe it. My agent said President Pelosi didn't call personally, but a member
of her staff did." Emily took his large hands in her small ones, holding
onto them softly as she kept his gaze focused on her sapphire blue eyes.
Clearly whatever they were going to discuss was of great importance. "When
the announcement hits next week, they're expecting much of the nation to be in
rather dire shock. Such massive casualties means the American way of life going
forward is going to have to be something extremely different than what it once
was, something radical and new." She licked her lips, a touch of
nervousness Andy wasn't sure he'd seen from the usually confident young woman
before. "Something like us. To sort of help assert the new norms in the
minds of the general public, they want a handful of celebrities to do talk show
appearances, with the hosts who are still alive anyway, and most of them seem
to have made it out okay, and talk about their new family units, how polyamory
is going to be the lay of the land, and how the laws are immediately being
changed so that a single man can have multiple wives, to help repopulate the
country after the severe losses."
Andy laughed a little bit. "If you want to go on television,
Em, you certainly don't need my permission. What makes you think I'd be against
that?"
She smiled at him kindly, and he realized immediately he'd
missed what she'd been specifically asking him. "I don't just want to go
on television by myself, Andrew. I want to go on television with you and with
Sarah and maybe with a couple of the other girls, Niko in particular. I think
it's important that we get out there as a new family unit, on The Daily Show,
The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, Late Night With Seth Meyers, Jimmy Kimmel
Live!, The Tonight Show, Good Morning America, anyone who wants to talk to us,
so that we can help put the country a little more at ease that we are going to
get through this. Normally, I would be most in favor of shielding all of you
from the horror that is the paparazzi, just to keep my personal life simply
that, personal. But this is a very strange new world we find ourselves
in, Andrew, and we need to help our fellow humans become comfortable with their
new reality."
"You sound pretty committed to the whole idea," he
said, trying to keep his voice as non committal as possible, but Emily had
gotten very good at reading him in the short time they'd been together, so he
knew she could tell he wasn't entirely opposed to it, simply gauging how it
would all work. The particulars of opening his private life to the entire world
seemed a little daunting at first blush, but certainly not insurmountable.
"We wouldn't be the only ones, I think it's important
to stress that, love," she said, squeezing his hands a little bit.
"And Sarah and I would also be coming out about our relationship with each
other, so you wouldn't have to field a lot of questions if you didn't want to.
We could take on the brunt of the questions if that makes it any easier. But I
just know many people in this adopted homeland of mine are going to be
frightened, and I think the idea to show them the way through would be a step
in the right direction." She leaned her head down and kiss the tops of his
hands before looking up at him. "Oh! And you could also use it to promote
your books, if that might sweeten the pot a smidge. It might help, having
twenty minutes of prime mental real estate for your face and your
writing?"
He chuckled, nodding his head. "You know as well as I
do that my agent would string me up by my toes if I had a chance to get this
much free publicity for my next novel and didn't take it, so how can I say no?
I'm not going to hide from journalists. I'll do my fair share. Tell me how all
this is going to work."
She smiled, leaned in and kissed him, soft and tender, but
for what felt like a delicious eternity. "We will set up the camera and
microphones in Sarah and I's little studio, and then we'll just take an hour or
so a day for a few weeks to record segments with whoever asks. The president's
office wants us to do a 60 Minutes interview even before the announcement is
made, as our sort of grand unveiling. For that, they're actually going to send
Katie Couric here with a camera woman to do the interview in a few days.
They're likely to want to do that in a larger room, or maybe out on the back
deck, by the pool. They're going to do an entire show all about the deaths, the
vaccine and the new post pandemic world we're starting to grow into. The ten to
twenty minute interview with us will just be part of the larger package. They
were hoping to have us for a day on the 14th. They're going to be
filming at the base on the 13th and doing interviews with President
Pelosi on the 15th. The president's representative seemed to think
Niko might be a good link between the two segments, if she was one of the
people helping to give the tour of the base, and the vaccination process. I
asked Niko about it, and she said she wouldn't mind if you didn't, but that I
had to ask you first. The whole episode of the show is going to air immediately
after the President's speech on the 20th."
"Good lord, sounds like they've got all this planned
out. I'm surprised I didn't hear from the Office of the President
personally."
Emily offered him another smile, and considered her next
words carefully. It wasn't that she worried about bruising his ego, because
Andy had never come across that way, but she also didn't want to seem too full
of herself. "Love, I've been a very well known movie star for a decade
now, so I think they figured out where I was first and went from there. That's
no slight against you! I'm just saying that you aren't a household name that
millions of people recognize, and, for better or worse, I am. The Dagger
Academy movies were everywhere, as were the books. Simon, my costar in the
movies, he's still living in England, so he's in an entirely different world
than we are here in the States."
Andy grinned. "Oh, I know, I know. All I'm saying is
that it wouldn't hurt for the President to have called me herself, y'know. But
that's fine. It's fine."
"Well, when the paparazzi are struggling to get topless
photos of you in Ibiza, then we'll have a conversation about how you aren't
being taken seriously as an artist, alright darling?" She giggled a
little. "It was fun, teasing them, knowing they so desperately wanted to
get images of my tits to sell, and that a bidding war would erupt for the
image."
"They are excellent tits, Em."
"Bless you, love. But you're never going to convince me
they're as nice as, say, Sarah's or Hannah's. And all those tits, theirs and
mine, are exclusively the purview of this family now and forever more, so the
paparazzo can fuck right off. So, the interview? You'll do it? You'll dance for
the media circus with us, for the good of the nation?"
"I'll do almost all of it, sure."
She tilted her head slightly in confused amusement, that coy
smile on her pink lips, as her tender fingers squeezed his thigh. "Almost
all of it? Which part of it am I going to have to have to convince you
for?"
He rolled his eyes a little, a playful smirk on his lips.
"I'll do all the evening shows, magazines, newspapers and website
interviews you want me to, but doing Good Morning America might be a hill too
far, simply because of how goddamn early I'd have to get up for it."
"Or we could simply stay up very late and do it before
bed," she said, moving to slide off the footstool so she could climb into
his lap. "I'm sure we could find some way to keep you awake and alert that
far into the night. Four thirty in the morning our time could give us the
opportunity to go on live television with sex hair," she said, waggling
her eyebrows at him lasciviously.
"Oh, and I'm not gonna do Fox News."
"Christ, love, haven't you heard? They're barely
running a skeleton crew over there. Most of their on air talent died over the
last few months, and now that the women are in charge over there, they're
losing some of that ridiculous bullshit they used to be spouting."
Andy chuckled, shaking his head a little bit. "All it
took was most of the men dying."
"It's pretty hard to pretend the plague isn't a real
thing when it keeps killing people off left and right, dear," she said.
"The rescheduled Presidential election next month is going to be between
Senators Kamala Harris and Susan Collins, two women. That's never happened
before in the history of this country. The vast majority of people voting in
the election are going to be women. This is all completely unprecedented, so
all those women who have felt powerless for so many years, this is their chance
to shine. But the old tribal lines are still going to be there, even if the
genders of the people leading those parties has changed. Republicans will still
be Republicans and Democrats will still be Democrats. But there's too many dead
people for everyone to go on pretending like the plague isn't real, or that
it's not better to not get a grip on the new reality. One side was already
telling their people that the plague wasn't real, so more of their men died than
the on the other side. They can't afford to do that any more. So the new Fox
News agenda is to go back to simple fiscal conservatism, pro military and pro
old school Christianity stances. They're just going to drop all the anti woman
bullshit that they've been poisoning their own wells with for so long."
"And all it took was most of their men
dying." Andy rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll leave it up to you on
whether or not you want to do any of the Fox News shit."
"Oh heavens no," Emily laughed, shaking her head.
"No, you couldn't pay me enough to appear in front of those horrid people.
They've been trying to tell me they have the right to regulate my body for
decades but that I should keep my mouth shut when it comes to how they spend
the money I pay in taxes. At least a few of their remaining hosts have called
me horrible things for daring to disagree with them. 'Entertainers should be
sit down and be quiet when it comes to politics,' they've said about me for far
too long. Fuck that, darling. I'm having none of it."
"Well, on that we can agree."
"Now, I do believe I have some convincing to be
doing," she said, licking her lips playfully, as she slid off his lap and
down onto her knees before him, pushing his legs apart.
"That's really not necessary, Em," he said,
reaching forward to put a hand on her shoulder, but her delicate fingers moved
to grab his wrists, lifting them so that one of his hands was along the back of
her neck, and the other was sliding up into that radiant cascade of blonde
hair.
"It might not be necessary, Andrew, but that isn't to
say I wouldn't enjoy it anyway," she said, her hands moving to unbutton
his jeans, slowly drawing the zipper down. "Because sometimes a girl just
needs to get her fix, you know?" She leaned down and kissed part of his
exposed stomach. "You wouldn't deny me that, would you, love? Not innocent
little me?"
"I don't know that I could deny you anything,
Emily," he chuckled.
She licked her lips, those inescapable blue eyes of hers
looking up at him. "That's what I like to hear. Because it's time for me
to do something before Sarah does." She fished out his cock, tucking his
balls over his boxers to protect them from accidentally getting caught in the
zipper of the jeans, because she wasn't willing to wait long enough to pull his
jeans off. "I let her have first go at you, but I'm entitled to have some
firsts with you before she gets a chance. That's fair, isn't it?" She
leaned down and pressed her pink lips against the head of his cock, covering it
in tiny kisses. "I think we can both agree that's only fair."
"I seem to recall you and Sarah taking turns blowing me
at the same time," he said, tilting his head a little. "I wouldn't
say she got there first."
"She got to fuck you first though, Andrew," she
sighed, stroking his cock tenderly. "And I understand why. She's madly in
love with you because of your writing, although she's very much fallen in love
with the man behind that writing as well." Her tongue slipped out and
dragged a long trail across the bottom of his cock, from the base up to the
tip, teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue for only a split second.
"Me, on the other hand, I fell in love with the man first, when I heard
all the lengths you'd gone to in protecting the women who'd chosen to hitch
their wagons to your train. Niko painted such a wonderful portrait of you, and
you haven't failed to live up to that yet."
"I'm always going to put my family's needs above my
own, Em," he said, shivering as he felt her pursing her lips around the
mushroom tip of his circumcised cock for a long moment. "So what is you
want to do before Sarah, hmm?"
"Oh, bless, Andrew, I would've thought it would've been
obvious," she giggled, blowing air along his cock, teasing his balls with
her finely manicured fingernails. "I want you up the serviceman's
entrance. I want you in my ass, before Sarah thinks to ask you to do it to her.
We've had fingers and small toys up both hers and my asshole before, naturally,
but never the real thing, and I'm afraid I simply cannot risk the chance that
she get the opportunity to convince you to do it to her before you do it to me.
I want to have at least one first of my very own with you before she does, and
while I'm a little nervous, I must confess I am also rather excited. First
times are always so exhilarating."
Andy licked his own lips, swallowing a breath of air.
"First times can also be quite intense, Em. Even overwhelming."
"Yes yes yes Andrew, that's why I'm going to ask you if
you can remember a color code when you're worked up. I know those kinds of
sensations can be, distracting to self control, but you've always struck me as
level headed." Her tongue took a long swirling path around the underside
of the head of his cock, and his fingers tightened in her sandy hair a moment,
clenching a fistful of it, which evoked a clear quiver of delight from the
girl.
"What do you mean a color code?"
"You see, when Sarah and I are adventuring into, shall
we say, uncharted sexual waters between the two of us, we use a color code. If
one of us says 'green,' then things are wonderful, enjoyable and the other
should carry on full steam ahead. If one of us says 'yellow,' then perhaps a
bit of caution or easing back is needed. If one of us says 'red,' then a
moment's rest is needed, or second thoughts are being had, and it's best to
stop, until the other is ready to go again. Like a stoplight. We strike the use
of those colors for any other uses when we're on the code." She looked up
at him with those tender azure orbs again, soft and warm, as her fingertips stroked
his shaft and juggled his balls. "Would that be alright, Andrew?"
He leaned forward and kissed her again, and this time he
found her not only pliant but a touch more eagerly wanton than she'd been
moments ago. "Of course, love," he said to her. "But just be
careful and remember you can't use those words for anything else while we're in
color code mode."
She titled her head to the side, a curious expression of
amusement on her face. "Oh? Do you anticipate me slipping? I'm quite
bright, you know," she teased, winking at him. "I have a degree in
feminist studies from Cambridge and everything."
He smirked a little bit. "I simply thought you might
ask me to paddle your ass red, and then I'd have been more than a little
conflicted from the mixed signals."
She began to giggle fiercely, having even to take one of her
hands from his cock up to cover her mouth, as she nodded furiously, her blonde
curls falling in front of her face before her hand lifted from lips and pushed
it from her eyes. "You're right! You're right you're right you are
absolutely right, I most certainly would have done that, said that without even
thinking about it, and what a right git I would've looked, while you would've
been standing there frozen in fear that you'd gone too far."
"You think you can keep that in mind, then?"
She nodded once more, this time more slow and deliberate,
before she pressed her hands on the tops of her thighs, moving to stand herself
up. "I had Nicolette conceal a couple of bottles of lube in nearly every
room of the house, in case this particular stripe of lust struck one of us. She
seemed to think it was an excellent idea."
Andy couldn't help but snicker a little bit. "I'm sure
she did. She seemed to enjoy the hell out of it when she got her turn at it a
couple of days ago."
Emily giggled again as she reached behind the couch in the
corner of his writing studio, her fingers reemerging with a small bottle of
lube in them. "I did notice her walking a little funny yesterday, but she
wouldn't tell me when I asked her about it. She simply blushed a wonderful
shade of crimson and walked away from me. So I take it you gave her the ol'
heave ho?"
He tried to keep that ain't I a stinker smile from spreading
on his face, but in the end, he just couldn't help it. "She told me she
likes to be a bit bratty and put into her place, so I stuffed her panties in
her mouth while I had a go at her ass. She seemed to like that quite a
bit." While Emily approached him, he stood up and tugged off his jeans and
boxers, not wanting to get any of the lube on them, setting them on his writing
chair. For the hell of it, he pulled off his shirt as well. The idea of
resembling Donald Duck appalled him.
Emily's eyes widened in amusement and delight, shaking her
head frantically. "You didn't! You absolutely didn't! Tell me that you
didn't, Andrew!"
"I surely and truly did, and she loved it. She
even made a point to tell me that it was exactly how I should have a go at her
moving forward."
"Well, not this time, but I might like to try something
like that at some point in the future," she said, as she walked over to
him, lifting her dress up and over her head, tossing it aside, revealing she
was completely naked beneath it. "Mostly because it wouldn't let me speak
the color code if need be, but also because I'm simply not wearing any panties
today." She flashed him another saucy wink, as she moved to set up her
cell phone to point at the couch. Andy suspected she might be filming it to
show to Sarah later, or perhaps just for her own personal edification.
"Now let me pour some of this lube on your cock, and you can tell me what
position I should be in for my first time at this."
He shivered a little as she drizzled clear fluid onto his
prick, her slender fingers stroking his shaft again, making sure to get every
inch of his thick cock slicked up as much as possible. "If you want total
control, you could climb on for a ride, but some women think the sensations are
just too intense, and tend to seize up, so they prefer to have the man
controlling things. If that's more your speed, then you probably want to get on
your knees on the couch, laying your arms down on the top of it, your head
resting on your arms, or with your arms behind you, so you can grab at your
legs, or rub on your clit. Lauren rubbed her cunt her entire first time, saying
it helped the nerve endings get all tangled up in one another."
She licked her lips, that tiny hint of reticence fading away
the moment he saw it, as she nodded. "I do think it will all be simply too
much for me to keep my head clear, so I think I will try the position on the
couch, and you can be in the driver's seat." She handed him the small
bottle of lube. "Make sure you get me slicked up before you go rampaging
in, however."
"You sure you "
His sentence was interrupted by her grabbing the back of his
head, smearing lube on his skull while she pulled him into a feral, almost
delirious kiss, her tongue rampaging into his mouth with a carnal frenzy that
he didn't normally associate with his more restrained and reserved partner.
When she pulled back, she didn't let her face move more than an inch away from
his, her blue eyes peering directly into his greens. "I have been a posh
prig my entire life, Andrew," she cooed at him in a sing song fashion.
"Now it's time for you to take that stick out of my prim ass and jam this
wicked cock up it instead. If you don't, I may well go mad, and that wouldn't
be ideal for either of us, I somehow think. Now let's get to it."
"As the lady requests," he said, watching her
sashay away from him. She slid one knee up on the couch demurely, followed by
the other, bending forward at the waist, leaning down until she was resting on
her hands and knees on the plush sofa. God, she was gorgeous, he thought to
himself. Almost criminally so. She held pose there as he walked over towards
her, but as he got closer, she lowered her shoulders down towards the top of
the couch, sliding her hands back behind her, to cup her perky porcelain white
ass.
"This is all yours, Andrew," she moaned.
"Virginal. Unspoiled. Unsullied. Uncharted territory." She shivered
and he could see goosebumps run across her skin as the lube started to drizzle
down the cleft of her ass, smearing over that rosy pucker. "God, I feel so
wanton and exposed like this, ready to be debauched and debased, your eager
whore, giddy for you to introduce her to these new delights, to expand her
horizons and blow her mind."
Andy set the bottle on the table next to the couch, then
moved to use two of his fingers to smear the clear liquid along her anus, seeing
her body twitch and wriggle just a little bit, as he smeared the substance
around, pushing his index finger inside of her, hearing her gasp sharply
following by a tiny, high pitched yelp, as she clamped down on that digit.
"How are we doing, Em?"
She drew in a long breath that sounded like it took some
effort before she exhaled, a slow controlled push of air over her lips, as that
sphincter muscle relaxed around his fingertip. "Green! We're green,
Andrew. I just, I simply needed a moment to compose myself once more. Your
fingers are quick thicker than Sarah's," she said with a nervous laugh.
"You're going to be getting something much bigger than
that in a moment," he said. "If you still want it, that is. Not too
late to change your mind."
"I have come too far to back out now, Andrew."
"You haven't cum at all, I don't think," he
teased.
"Shows what you know," she giggled once more,
looking over her shoulder at him to stick her tongue out in his direction.
"I definitely came when you pushed your finger in. The pre fuck jitters,
one might think. Like a bloody schoolgirl, I am, right now."
"Alright then," he said, as he slipped his
fingertip out, her asshole closing up immediately. "Remember, you merely
have to say what you want, and I'm going to listen."
She nodded again, one hand reaching between her legs to rub
her fingertips against her cunt, stroking her finely manicured digits against
her cunt, as her other hand reached up and over behind her, grabbing one of her
asscheeks, pulling it aside, as if to make sure she was open and exposed for
him. "Let me feel it, Andrew, but go slow. Just a bit at first."
Andy nodded, as he moved his hips, settling the tip of his
cock against her asshole, which he felt spasm just a little when the mushroom
head of his cock made contact with it. He gave her half a second to relax once
more, then began to push forward. He leaned his body against hers, feeling some
initial resistance, but after a few moments, the head of his cock popped
through that ring of muscle, and a guttural, almost primitive moan erupted from
her throat, loud and carnal. "Fuck that's big that's so fucking big yellow
yellow Andy, yellow,” she rambled, and immediately Andy held perfectly still.
"Too much?" he said, feeling her ass clinging onto
the head of his cock with an intense amount of pressure. "Stop? Pull out?
Just wait?"
"Don't pull out! Are you fucking crazy?" she said,
a borderline delirious laugh cackling from her lips. "I just, I just, just
give me a moment, please, you're fucking big, you know that? You and your fat
fucking cock feel like you've shoved a telephone pole up my tight young virgin
ass, so I'm going to need a god damned moment, thank you very much, but don't
you dare fucking slip out, or I will beat you bloody senseless with a cricket
bat!"
Andy blushed a little bit, a wry smile on his lips, as he
held perfectly still. "In your own time, Em."
The tiny blonde Brit drew in a long breath, then slowly
exhaled it, like she was doing some form of yoga and trying to center her chi.
She did it again, and Andrew started to get worried that maybe she simply
wasn't ready for this, but just about the time that thought started to roll
around in his head, he felt her starting to lean back against him just a little
bit.
"Green, Andrew, but,” she said, shifting her body just
enough so that she could look back at him, "please, for heaven's sake,
take it slowly."
He nodded to her, and began to lean forward, feeling her
body almost being pried apart as his cock worked his way inside of her virginal
asshole. Her fingertips were rubbing down firmly on her clit, and while he
tried to keep the forward momentum as slow as possible, when he was nearly half
way into her ass, she suddenly pushed back into him, engulfing the rest of his
cock in her back door, as a wash of goosebumps rolled across her flesh,
starting at the small of her back and blossoming outwards in an instant flare,
followed by a hard tremble intermingled with a high pitched whine that started
racing upwards in octaves and volumes until it crested, breaking and dissolving
into a frantic, almost demented giggle, as his balls rested against her fingers
which hadn't stopped stroking at her cunt.
"You alright, Em?" he asked.
"Alright? Alright? Are you asking if I'm alright now,
Andrew?" she hissed, although the tone was giddy and excited. "I am
green, super green, all the greens! I am awesome, fucking brilliant.
That felt,” she drew in a long breath, "So fucking good, and I came So
fucking hard." Her head whipped to look directly at her cellphone camera.
"Sares, it's like it builds and builds and builds, and you're getting more
and more and more tense and then,” she said, pulling her hips forward, sliding
his cock mostly back out of her ass before, "Wham!" she said as she
slammed her ass back onto his cock hilt deep once more, and let out another
unearthly moan. "Holy fuck, that feels so good. Your cock just jammed up
right my ass, your balls resting right on my cunt." Her head snapped again
to look back at him, and her soft and kind blue eyes had gone more than a
little crazy. "Go on then, in for a penny, in for a pound. Pound your
little penny. Go on, you dirty wanker. Do it to me! Fuck my ass!"
At this point, he was pretty sure that if he had said
'red,' she would've ignored him and just played on through. The kind of wild
lust in her eyes would've been completely unfamiliar to him if he hadn't seen
it before, briefly, with both Piper and Sheridan, though those had been
chemically induced.
Later in the evening, he'd consider whether maybe she'd
tapped into that same mental state that being deprived of his semen developed
in women, but in that particular moment, the only thing he could do was to fuck
Emily Stevens, film sweetheart of a generation, within an inch of her sanity.
His hips drew back and then thrust forward, a solid grind on
his first real pump, which was met by a hard squeeze of her ass around his cock
and a burbling, uncorked moan oozing from her lips. He drew back again, but
this time his forward thrust was met by the snap of her hips pushing her ass
back into him, making her toned asscheeks ripple just a tiny amount.
"Oh fuck, Andrew," she babbled, "I want more,
but I know I'm going to cum soon, and once I start again, it's not going to
stop, so I need it, I need you, I love you, I need you to fucking cum inside of
my ass, fill it up with that hot spunk for the first time. Mark your territory
with your seed! Please Andrew, I'm fucking begging you, let me have it, show my
ass you love it, teach me this final thing. Fucking cum in my ass!"
The entire time, she was doing more of the thrusting than he
was, although he was trying to keep pace with her. And just towards the end, he
knew that he wouldn't be able to stave off the impending orgasm for long, so at
her insistence, he let loose a hot jet of jizz right into her ass. The minute
he felt the first spurt escape him, it felt as though she clamped down on him
in a fist like grasp, and then he felt a heavy rush of liquid against his
balls, her cunt gushing all over them and down the inside of his thighs. The
very sensation of it made him splattered a handful more blasts of cum into her
ass before he stopped, one of his hands holding onto the back of the couch for
dear life, as he felt her fingertips fall away from her cunt as her arm slumped
downwards.
He'd gone soft almost right away, but her ass was still
trying to milk any last remaining droplets of cum from his cock with gentle
squeezes, even as he finally slid out of her. Her body was mostly propped up by
her knees, although her face was buried into the couch cushions. He waited a
minute or so before he finally said, "You alright, Em?"
She began giggling, slowly moving to roll onto her side, so
he could see her face had turned bright red, the color of Sarah or
Aisling's hair, and she was clutching one hand to her mouth, trying to contain
the infectious laugh that would not be suppressed. "Holy fucking Christ,
Andrew, I am so so so embarrassed by that," she whimpered.
"I've, fuck, I've never done that before. I didn't know I could
fucking do that, Christ, I'm made such a mess, how awful of me. I'm
horrible."
Andy knelt down alongside the couch, and leaned in to press
his lips against hers. She struggled for half a moment, still caught up in her
own awkwardness of the moment, before she gave in and simply returned the kiss,
which he held for an endlessly long time. "Did you enjoy it?" he
said, when he finally gave her a moment to breathe again.
"Fuckin' 'ell, Andrew," she stumbled, "I
think that would've been bloody obvious."
"Then who the fuck cares about the mess?" He
kissed her again, one hand stroking her sweaty hair from her face, the energy
cooling down a little, as they both came down from the orgasmic plateaus they'd
just been dancing in. "Besides, I'd have thought you'd enjoy the idea of
telling Nicolette to come and clean my office without giving her any
explanation into why."
Emily face almost hurt from smiling so much as she nodded.
"Thank you for this, Andrew, and for making me feel at home in my own body
as it learns new things about itself." She looked down then looked up at
him, almost a touch of fear in her eyes. "I know I've said it before, but
it's important to me that you know this, Andrew. I well and truly love you,
like no other man I've known before."
"I love you too, Emily," he said, making sure he
was looking directly into her eyes when he said it, so she would understand
there were no reservations. "And I'm very glad you agreed to marry me.
You've been not only good for me, you've been good for the whole house."
"Oh shush, now my heart's all aflutter," she said,
moving to stand up, pausing to wince for a second. "Well, I'll jolly well
feel that for the next few days. It's sore and it's still tingling in pleasure.
Both, together, at the same time. What an odd delight."
He laughed, grabbing her dress for her, holding it out.
"Go on, get dressed and bring Nicolette in here to see the mess that
you've made for her to clean up. I'll bet she's not at all embarrassed, and
more than a little jealous."
"You know, I suspect you might well be correct, Andrew.
Brilliant."
A cast list intermission for Quaranteam
The House of Rook
Netflix, who also lives a double life as semi successful urban fantasy
writer Blake Conrad, known for his Druid Gunslinger books. Shaved head,
neatly trimmed brown beard, 5'11", hazel eyes, tattooed on the chest
with a griffon, could stand to lose a few pounds. Originally from Ohio,
has lived in the Bay Area for over a decade. Our protagonist, such as he
is. Still reaping the benefits from one random act of kindness to a
stranger named Dave.
design contractor for Google. Originally from Dublin, she's lived in the
States for 4 years. Red hair, freckles, short (5'4"), fit. Outgoing
and charming, but also protective of Andy. Aisling showed up first (at the
same time as Lily) and has helped keep Andy level headed and sane
throughout the entire ordeal. Pregnant with Andy's child. Engaged to Andy.
for the San Francisco 49ers. Originally from Australia, she's lived in the
States for 2 years. Very tall (6'6"), very tan, blonde, athletic,
emotionally involved with Taylor as much as (if not more so) Andy. Lauren
is big and boisterous, but has a tendency to not think things fully
through.
year old Air Force Security Forces officer (military police). Originally
from South Dakota. Half Lakota, one quarter Mexican and one quarter
Japanese. Long black hair, toned and slender. 5'4". Sarcastic, wry
and witty, Niko has basically become Andy's right hand woman, along with
Ash, whom she considers her best friend. She's helped provide endless
insight to the vaccine program being managed at the local Air Force base,
where she works. Also pregnant with Andy's child and engaged to him.
year old maid of Rook Manor. Blonde, with long curly hair. Extremely
buxom. 5'9" or 6'1" (in heels). Second generation French
American. Enjoys wearing classic maids outfits and being a bratty
submissive. Pretended to be named Yvette at first, at the suggestion of
Phil.
gardener of Rook Manor. Hispanic, butch, 5'8", with short black hair
cut in a bob, almost always seen in overalls and a button up shirt.
Lesbian and wife of Jenny Peters. Had reservations about the program, but
wanted to ensure safety for her and her wife, so they took the deal and
came to join the House of Rook.
Rook Manor. Midwestern and plump, 5'8", with brown bushy hair. Wears
large circular glasses. Tends to be overly motherly. Bisexual and wife of
Katie Rodriguez.
girlfriend of Lauren White. Platinum blonde, stacked, short (5'2").
Currently still in the doghouse for cheating on Lauren almost a year ago,
but close to working her way out of her trouble. As part of her current
punishment (dictated by Lauren), she is not allowed to wear clothes.
player. Brunette, tall (6'2"), muscular but lean, blue eyed. Went
viral for a video of her pre game warm up dance. Still slightly recovering
from abusive treatment at Andrew Covington's home.
and daughter of Dr. Charlotte Varma. Half Indian, half French, raised in
London until last year. Brown skin, black hair, pierced navel, wild child
attitude. 5'6". Party girl and socialite, Asha tends to enjoy causing
trouble, as it gets her attention. Has some growing up to do.
actress. 6'2", redheaded, quirky, clumsy and a bit dorky. Originally
from New Jersey. Swears like breathing. Very girl next door. Huge fan of
the Druid Gunslinger books, and had a crush on Andy before she even met
him. Big lover of Broadway theater and musicals, both attending and
performing in. Partner of Emily Stevens. Engaged to Andy.
5'1", blonde, blue eyed, pale, slender, very posh, British. Left
London for L A just a few years ago. Incredibly charming and witty, with
an almost supernatural social sense. Grew up as a child actress in a
wildly popular series of movies called "The Dagger Academy"
series, but has since struggled to establish a successful acting career
outside that role. Partner of Sarah Washington. Engaged to Andy.
performer for Cirque Du Soleil. 5'7" Blonde, frizzy hair, slender and
extremely flexible. Very laid back and go with the flow. Has been teaching
the girls of the house yoga in her spare time.
student and former cheerleader. Half Hawaiian, half Japanese. Short
(5'1"), Asian, with long black hair with blonde stripes in it. Curvy,
very well endowed (44G) and a firecracker of energy. Originally supposed
to be joining the House of Watkins, she is much happier being part of the
House of Rook.
The House of Yang
former roommate. Second generation Japanese American. Short (5'5")
but athletic, if a bit shy and bookish. Piggybacked on Andy's one good
deed into a complete life change he wasn't expecting. Andy and Eric are
friends, but not overly close ones, despite having shared a condo for most
of a decade.
Second generation Japanese American. Dyed purple hair, short (5'2"),
punkish. Eric's first partner, who expected to be his only partner only
for life to get majorly in the way. Lily is the iron fist that runs the
House of Yang, sometimes making decisions for Eric so he doesn't spend too
long dwelling on them.
for the local Fox News channel. Statuesque brunette (5'10") who
always remains overly tanned. Lily's ex roommate who had to be rescued
after fleeing from the person she was supposed to be paired up with,
before getting paired up with Eric. Threatened to tell her story to the
reporters at the station she worked at, but Lily convinced her that doing
so would be bad for all involved. Phil cleaned the mess up.
with Adobe Systems. Short (5'3"), blonde, Nordic and curvy.
Originally from Kansas.
The House of Marcos
manager for Boeing, working in conjunction with the Air Force to manage
the vaccine development/distribution program trying counter the epidemic.
Probably involved in a sizable amount of heavily classified shit. Tall
(5'11"), slender and usually exhausted. Has a deep love of fighting
games and mischief. Phil always knows more than he can talk about.
psychologist. Short (5'1"), very curvy. Also a big fighting games
fan. Has been doing her best to keep Phil sane throughout the apocalypse.
One of the first successful recipients of the current vaccine. Pregnant
with Phil's child and engaged to him.
captain in the Air Force. Blonde, fit, lethal. Also doubling at Phil's
bodyguard most days.
American college student. Short (5'2"), curvy, disaffected and
disinterested in most things.
generation Japanese immigrant and video game engineer. Very short
(4'10"), very slender but extremely agile. The most sarcastic of
Phil's partners.
infectious disease researcher working with the Air Force and Boeing. Lead
developer on the current vaccine. Average height (5'7"), blonde,
matronly but also a bit bougie. Originally from Paris, she moved to London
and married Dev Varma, before they emigrated to the US earlier this year
with their teenage daughter, Asha (now part of the House of Rook). Was
rescued by Andy but chose to go with Phil.
The House of Covington
investment banker. Considers himself the most important person in New
Eden. Certainly is the richest. A horrible prick with a rumored proclivity
for making his partners do awful things. Runs a regular poker game where
people are used as stakes. The person Andy hates the most.
contractor for Google. Ex colleague of Aisling. Partner for Covington, who
does not allow her to speak in public. Ash has been trying to find ways to
talk to her on the side.
disease researcher working with the Air Force and Boeing. Has only been
spoken of, not actually see in the story thusfar.
Hispanic card dealer for the House of Covington privately, as well as
professionally over at a local casino. Cheated on her partner (Arthur)
with a man named Brian Morrison, and the sexual encounter resulted in her
death. The first fatality in New Eden, her death is being used to remind
women the dangers involved in being unfaithful in the new world.
The House of Vikovic
Russian, huge (6'2", 275lbs), mucular, with a big braided silver
beard and a fondness for expensive things, particular food and drink. One
of the more elite members of New Eden.
The House of Watkins
insanely rich self made gadfly. Tall (6'1"), lean and Waspy,
Nathaniel tends to look more like an out of work yoga instructor than the
forty first richest man in the world. His brown beard is always somewhat
disheveled, and seems to relish always walking around in socks and
Birkenstocks. Has a friendly relationship with Andy, whom he gave a
shitload of money to, seemingly to punish his son.
student. Benny is Nathaniel's biggest failure, spoiled and thoughtless,
entitled and arrogant. His claiming of Deborah Barnes resulted in his
punishment by his father, and the reassignment of Hannah to Andy.
from Los Gatos, originally from Kansas. She was originally assigned to
Nathaniel, who used her as a stake in one of Covington's poker games. She
was won by Andy, but Benny claimed her before she could be relocated. As
part of Benny's punishment, Deborah's been assigned control of Benny.
representative. Dated and lived with Andy about a decade ago until she
gave him an ultimatum “ "either your friends go, or I do." Andy
gave her the boot, and she stalked him on and off since then. Second
generation Irish American. Blonde (but dyes her hair brown), curvy. Andy
refused to bring her into his house, and she was reassigned to the House
of Watkins.
The House Of Haunton
New Eden. Portly and short tempered. Has a mustache that whole bowls of
soup could get lost in.
the mayor, who doubles as the greeter and tour guide of New Eden for the
most recent arrivals.
The House of Jacobson
AllStore chain of department stores. Jet black hair with a pencil thin
mustache. More reptilian than human, with beady eyes and a perpetual sneer
on his face. Hot tempered, petty and vindictive..
The House of Baker
car restorer from Ohio. Andy's oldest and best friend. Being relocated to
New Eden to get paired up with Captain Betsy Ross. Covered in tattoos,
ridiculously muscular, Xander is a gentle giant. Not to be allowed near
karaoke machines under peril of death.
officer, working on the reconstruction program, rebuilding America's
heavily damaged infrastructure. Soon to be Xander's first partner.
swimmer, and friend of Piper. Second generation Swedish American. Blonde,
short (5'4") and extremely athletic. Originally, Piper was trying to
convince Andy to bring Brooke into the House of Rook, but Andy immediately
recognized her personality would be a better fit for Xander, and asked
Phil to help redirect her.
The House of, Dave?
something(?) quarantine management engineer for the CDC, who came to test
Andy and Eric, and found out that Andy was secretly Dave's favorite
author. In exchange for an advance copy of the newest unpublished Druid
Gunslinger book, he put Andy and Eric into the system as Top Level V I P,
which has changed their life forever. Nice dude, but Dave's just this guy,
you know?
Chapter 29
The next day, Andy and Ash met up with Eric and Lily for
lunch in a restaurant, something they still weren't accustomed to, even though
they'd done it a couple of times since moving into New Eden. They'd been in
quarantine so long that the basic things like eating out felt alien. They'd
found a nice little BBQ joint that someone had opened within the walls of New
Eden, and Andy was ecstatic.
Andy's hope was that they were going to keep getting more
varieties of food in their new home town. The little 1950s dinner was nice, but
the village needed things like a Mexican joint, a Chinese restaurant, a ramen
house, a place where he could get a banh mi, Andy realized he really just
needed the place to be less exclusively white.
The guy who owned and ran the BBQ was a big black guy named
Bryant Walters who'd apparently played football for the 49ers a couple of
decades ago. He'd settled in the Bay after his football career ended, and he
had brought his love of southern BBQ to opening his own restaurant, called
"Smoke On The Water." He had a dozen of his own BBQ sauces, brisket
that he smoked for at least twelve hours and some of the best damn ribs Andy
had ever tasted. It didn't hurt that Bryant was also massively friendly, making
sure to come out and talk to patrons of the place. The wait staff was comprised
of his partners, five women in all, at least one a former 49ers cheerleader.
Over lunch, Andy made sure to tell Bryant that he should
have delivery service for the community, and the big burly man told him that
was an excellent idea, and that he'd start working on a website for online
orders.
The meal was the first chance that Andy and Eric had really
been able to sit down and catch up one on one since they'd gotten to New Eden.
Sure, they'd seen each other at parties and big gatherings, but with just Ash
and Lily there, it felt like a throwback to the first days of the whole
adventure when they'd been a pair of new couples sharing a tiny little condo.
"So yeah, what with all the casualties on my team, I've
been promoted up the food chain to be director of the division," Eric
said, poking at his brisket with his fork. "I like the responsibility and
the increase in pay, but it's also incredibly depressing to think about all the
former coworkers that died, none of whose funerals I can attend, because
nobody's allowing funerals."
"Yeah," Andy sighed, "Phil told me they're
moving to mass cremations now, since so many people died. They'll probably
build some sort of memorial after we're through all of this, like the Vietnam
Wall or Ground Zero for 9/11."
"It's so strange, seeing all the names on Slack that
aren't lighting up any more," Eric sighed. "At some point, the death
toll crossed from a number I can understand to a number I can't."
"Kill one person and it's murder; kill a hundred
thousand and it's a statistic. Good ol' Stalin," Lily joked, squeezing his
hand reassuringly. "Don't try and think about it, dear. You're only going
to get angry or depressed again, and we're having a nice lunch here, with
everyone getting a chance to see one another. I mean, I love Niko to death, but
if Andy shows up with his entire tribe, it takes over the whole room. How many
are there now, fifty?"
Ash giggled, rolling her eyes. "It really isn't tha'
bad, Lily. How many're over there?"
"Seven, including Lily," Eric said.
"I refuse to let them send any more," Lily
growled. "Each of the girls gets one day a week to spend with him, and he
gets Sundays off."
"Then when do ya get time with him?"
"Any time I fucking want to," Lily laughed,
waggling her beer in Eric's direction. "We're trying to have a kid now,
and I'm refusing to let any of those other bitches get a go at getting knocked
up until I'm well and truly swollen. Once I'm half way through my second
trimester, then I'll let'em get off their birth control, and not a minute
fucking sooner."
"Still got Eric under your thumb, huh, Lil?" Andy
teased.
"Thumb, palm, elbow and heel," she said, grinning
at him. "Not that he complains."
"Not that you'll let me," Eric grumbled, although
he did have a smile on his face.
"Oh, you know that you love it."
"I mean, you actually seem really happy, Eric,"
Andy said. "I know the whole polygamy thing wasn't what you had planned,
but you seem to be managing it pretty well."
"It's a new world, Eric," Aisling said to him.
"Ya just need to roll with the punches and go with the flow. Craic on, and
you'll do alright. Andy had some challenges when our pod jumped in scale, but
he learned how t' manage."
"Well, the girls seemed to divide themselves into
cliques pretty well on their own, and that helped."
"It didn't hurt that two of them are drop dead gorgeous
world famous actresses either," Lily said. "Not that I blame you one
bit. If Sarah Washington came at me with those big jiggly tits of hers, I don't
think I could've said no."
"They are great tits," Ash giggled.
"I've gotten lost in them more than a couple of times. I spent an hour
reading last week with me head nestled between'em like pillows." Andy
reached over and swatted Ash on the wrist, and she couldn't help but giggle a
little bit more. "Oh like ya haven't as well."
"Didn't say I hadn't," he said with a smirk.
"So are you ready for your interview tomorrow?"
Eric asked, changing the subject. "Don't forget to plug your books or
Nicole'll have your head."
Andy nodded. His publicist, Nicole, had made it abundantly
clear to him what she'd do to him if he didn't mention the books at least a
little bit when he had screen time, but Andy had also stressed to her that he
didn't have control of what they did and didn't air, something Nicole had,
reluctantly, agreed with. "I mean, it's weird, knowing we're going to be
getting interviewed for 60 Minutes, and that we're going to end up setting the
standard for the new post pandemic family unit. Who the hell saw that one
coming, right?"
"Have you been doing any prep work in advance for
it?" Eric had always been the more practical of the two men. "I know
you don't think it's an adversarial interview, but it never hurts to be
prepared, just in case it turns that way."
"I've done interviews before, Eric," Andy sighed.
"You know that. Shit, you probably remember the phone interview I did with
the Guardian in the UK a few years back."
"That was such a strange article they wrote. I swear,
they were way more interested in getting you to talk about the rights being
licensed out than they were the books themselves. It was funny, because I
could've told them you barely knew anything about what the movie studio was
doing, but they didn't seem to want to believe you."
"Yeah, I felt like they wanted to create a 'gotcha'
moment they just weren't going to get from me. After a while, they just got
frustrated and gave up."
"Dermot read that article," Ash said to him.
"He said ya came off looking way smarter than the reporter did."
"Well, there's one vote of confidence in me," Andy
joked. "Niko's at the base today, doing the tour along with Phil and
Charlotte. Phil's running the show, but the good doctor's walking the reporter
through the process itself, and Niko's giving them a sort of ground eye view of
how the whole thing works, from arrival to departure. The President apparently
thinks, and I happen to agree with her, that transparency is the best approach
to all of this."
"Is everyone going to take part?" Lily asked them.
"Well, the plan is that everyone's going to be around
for the day, but nobody has to talk to the reporter if the don't want to. The
only people who've said in advance they don't want to be interviewed are Lauren
and Sheridan," Ash said.
"They just don't wanna?"
"Well," Andy said, "Lauren's worried about
how it'll reflect on the 49ers, so rather than ask the team's owners about it,
she's just not going to take part."
"Same for Sheridan and the owners of Cirque," Ash
said. "Everybody else seems okay with talking to the reporter, if they
want ta, and Andy thinks it's best if we appear like we've nothin' to
hide."
"We don't have anything to hide, Ash."
Ash giggled. "Taylor will, of course, be wearing
clothes for the whole day."
"Okay, we don't have anything else to
hide," Andy chuckled.
"I'm a tad nervous," Ash admitted, "but it's
important we do it. I'm just wonderin' if there's going ta be some curve ball
we didn't see coming."
"You'd think they'd ask Phil those kinds of
questions," Eric said. "If they do, I'm sure he'll give you a heads
up what to expect. The government's going to be far more careful about this
than you are, so if the reporter gives him too much trouble, he'll just call
off the entire interview process and tell his boss to revoke their permission
to be in New Eden. Major General Fielder has the final say on these kinds of
things."
"Better him than us," Ash said, as she reached
into her pocket. Her phone had started vibrating, and she looked at the screen,
seeing it was Niko calling. The picture of her with her tongue sticking out was
Ash's profile photo for Niko, and it always made Andy grin. "Better take
this. I'll just step outside an' see what's the craic. Carry on without
me."
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And, after two weeks of trying to subtly discern it from
her, Andy eventually just asked Taylor what she did for a living, and Taylor
informed Andy that she'd been a phlebotomist before moving into the Rook
household, and once she was done with her time in the penalty box, she would go
back to it. It was the first step she had taken towards eventually becoming an
anesthetist, which was her long term goal. She'd met Lauren when the Aussie had
needed someone to come in and blood test a few of the 49ers she was training.
Taylor insisted that if Andy ever wanted her to stay in his
bed for a night, she would without reservation, but that otherwise, she would
be sleeping in the same bed with Lauren, who had set up her own bedroom now, so
as to not wake Andy when she left early in the morning for practice.
Piper and Sheridan had also set up their own bedrooms, for
similar reasons. Piper insisted her workout routine begin at the butt crack of
dawn, and she also had a tendency to go to bed almost immediately after dinner,
and Sheridan had started joining her in those hours, although the two women had
very different work out routines in the morning. Andy had never been awake for
any of them, but both of the women had filmed themselves working out, so he
could see what they were up to in the wretched early hours.
Aisling, Niko, Emily and Sarah had flatly refused to sleep
away from Andy, although the order they laid against one another in the bed at
night varied quite regularly. At various points over the last few days, he'd
woken up in the night to find Emily quietly making out with each of the other
three.
He was a little surprised that Emily and Sarah didn't want
another bedroom for times when the two of them wanted to fool around with just
each other. He'd asked them about it, but Sarah had just teased him and
insisted that when they did, he should be nearby in case he wanted to watch or
join in.
The craziest part of the day, however, was when Emily came
to track him down in his office just before dinner with a rather baffling
request. He'd spent most of the day writing, knowing that tomorrow there would
be new women joining the household, and that he'd likely get very little work
done on that day. He felt like he was very close to considering the draft for
what he was now calling "The Doppleganger's Identity," the next book
in the Druid Gunslinger series, ready for his first pass readers to take a look
at, and hoped to wrap it up today. It would certainly stop Sarah from asking
him yet again when she could read it, since she had insisted she get a spot on
that esteemed small council. He kept the door to his office open most of the
time, but Emily insisted on knocking before entering the room anyway.
"Andrew, love, I know you're writing right now, but might I bother you for
just a skosh?" she said, smiling at him in that disarmingly charming
English way of hers.
"It's never a bother, Em," he said, closing up his
laptop. "You know, you're the only one of my partners I'm okay with
calling me 'Andrew?' Anyone else does it, and I know I'm in trouble, but you
somehow make me not hate the sound of my full name. C'mon in. Sit down, talk to
me."
The blonde Englishwoman sashayed into the room before
lifting one of his legs so she could sit down on the footstool in front of his
writing chair. She was wearing a billowy floral print dress that hung down past
her knees, loose fitting but still draped enticingly well. Andy wondered if
maybe it was tailor made for her, but before he could think to ask, she
launched into the reason she'd come to see him. "My agent received a
rather odd request today, and I wanted to come and talk to you about it before
I answered it. If you're not comfortable with it, I would completely understand
that, but I personally think that it would be an excellent thing for us to do,
so I hoped we might talk a bit about it before you came to any decision, and perhaps
I could bring you around to my way of thinking."
Andy set his laptop on the coffee table to the side of his
writing chair and shifted to sit up a little bit. "Who's the request from,
and what is it that you think I might be uncomfortable with?"
"It came from the office of the president, if you can
believe it. My agent said President Pelosi didn't call personally, but a member
of her staff did." Emily took his large hands in her small ones, holding
onto them softly as she kept his gaze focused on her sapphire blue eyes.
Clearly whatever they were going to discuss was of great importance. "When
the announcement hits next week, they're expecting much of the nation to be in
rather dire shock. Such massive casualties means the American way of life going
forward is going to have to be something extremely different than what it once
was, something radical and new." She licked her lips, a touch of
nervousness Andy wasn't sure he'd seen from the usually confident young woman
before. "Something like us. To sort of help assert the new norms in the
minds of the general public, they want a handful of celebrities to do talk show
appearances, with the hosts who are still alive anyway, and most of them seem
to have made it out okay, and talk about their new family units, how polyamory
is going to be the lay of the land, and how the laws are immediately being
changed so that a single man can have multiple wives, to help repopulate the
country after the severe losses."
Andy laughed a little bit. "If you want to go on television,
Em, you certainly don't need my permission. What makes you think I'd be against
that?"
She smiled at him kindly, and he realized immediately he'd
missed what she'd been specifically asking him. "I don't just want to go
on television by myself, Andrew. I want to go on television with you and with
Sarah and maybe with a couple of the other girls, Niko in particular. I think
it's important that we get out there as a new family unit, on The Daily Show,
The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, Late Night With Seth Meyers, Jimmy Kimmel
Live!, The Tonight Show, Good Morning America, anyone who wants to talk to us,
so that we can help put the country a little more at ease that we are going to
get through this. Normally, I would be most in favor of shielding all of you
from the horror that is the paparazzi, just to keep my personal life simply
that, personal. But this is a very strange new world we find ourselves
in, Andrew, and we need to help our fellow humans become comfortable with their
new reality."
"You sound pretty committed to the whole idea," he
said, trying to keep his voice as non committal as possible, but Emily had
gotten very good at reading him in the short time they'd been together, so he
knew she could tell he wasn't entirely opposed to it, simply gauging how it
would all work. The particulars of opening his private life to the entire world
seemed a little daunting at first blush, but certainly not insurmountable.
"We wouldn't be the only ones, I think it's important
to stress that, love," she said, squeezing his hands a little bit.
"And Sarah and I would also be coming out about our relationship with each
other, so you wouldn't have to field a lot of questions if you didn't want to.
We could take on the brunt of the questions if that makes it any easier. But I
just know many people in this adopted homeland of mine are going to be
frightened, and I think the idea to show them the way through would be a step
in the right direction." She leaned her head down and kiss the tops of his
hands before looking up at him. "Oh! And you could also use it to promote
your books, if that might sweeten the pot a smidge. It might help, having
twenty minutes of prime mental real estate for your face and your
writing?"
He chuckled, nodding his head. "You know as well as I
do that my agent would string me up by my toes if I had a chance to get this
much free publicity for my next novel and didn't take it, so how can I say no?
I'm not going to hide from journalists. I'll do my fair share. Tell me how all
this is going to work."
She smiled, leaned in and kissed him, soft and tender, but
for what felt like a delicious eternity. "We will set up the camera and
microphones in Sarah and I's little studio, and then we'll just take an hour or
so a day for a few weeks to record segments with whoever asks. The president's
office wants us to do a 60 Minutes interview even before the announcement is
made, as our sort of grand unveiling. For that, they're actually going to send
Katie Couric here with a camera woman to do the interview in a few days.
They're likely to want to do that in a larger room, or maybe out on the back
deck, by the pool. They're going to do an entire show all about the deaths, the
vaccine and the new post pandemic world we're starting to grow into. The ten to
twenty minute interview with us will just be part of the larger package. They
were hoping to have us for a day on the 14th. They're going to be
filming at the base on the 13th and doing interviews with President
Pelosi on the 15th. The president's representative seemed to think
Niko might be a good link between the two segments, if she was one of the
people helping to give the tour of the base, and the vaccination process. I
asked Niko about it, and she said she wouldn't mind if you didn't, but that I
had to ask you first. The whole episode of the show is going to air immediately
after the President's speech on the 20th."
"Good lord, sounds like they've got all this planned
out. I'm surprised I didn't hear from the Office of the President
personally."
Emily offered him another smile, and considered her next
words carefully. It wasn't that she worried about bruising his ego, because
Andy had never come across that way, but she also didn't want to seem too full
of herself. "Love, I've been a very well known movie star for a decade
now, so I think they figured out where I was first and went from there. That's
no slight against you! I'm just saying that you aren't a household name that
millions of people recognize, and, for better or worse, I am. The Dagger
Academy movies were everywhere, as were the books. Simon, my costar in the
movies, he's still living in England, so he's in an entirely different world
than we are here in the States."
Andy grinned. "Oh, I know, I know. All I'm saying is
that it wouldn't hurt for the President to have called me herself, y'know. But
that's fine. It's fine."
"Well, when the paparazzi are struggling to get topless
photos of you in Ibiza, then we'll have a conversation about how you aren't
being taken seriously as an artist, alright darling?" She giggled a
little. "It was fun, teasing them, knowing they so desperately wanted to
get images of my tits to sell, and that a bidding war would erupt for the
image."
"They are excellent tits, Em."
"Bless you, love. But you're never going to convince me
they're as nice as, say, Sarah's or Hannah's. And all those tits, theirs and
mine, are exclusively the purview of this family now and forever more, so the
paparazzo can fuck right off. So, the interview? You'll do it? You'll dance for
the media circus with us, for the good of the nation?"
"I'll do almost all of it, sure."
She tilted her head slightly in confused amusement, that coy
smile on her pink lips, as her tender fingers squeezed his thigh. "Almost
all of it? Which part of it am I going to have to have to convince you
for?"
He rolled his eyes a little, a playful smirk on his lips.
"I'll do all the evening shows, magazines, newspapers and website
interviews you want me to, but doing Good Morning America might be a hill too
far, simply because of how goddamn early I'd have to get up for it."
"Or we could simply stay up very late and do it before
bed," she said, moving to slide off the footstool so she could climb into
his lap. "I'm sure we could find some way to keep you awake and alert that
far into the night. Four thirty in the morning our time could give us the
opportunity to go on live television with sex hair," she said, waggling
her eyebrows at him lasciviously.
"Oh, and I'm not gonna do Fox News."
"Christ, love, haven't you heard? They're barely
running a skeleton crew over there. Most of their on air talent died over the
last few months, and now that the women are in charge over there, they're
losing some of that ridiculous bullshit they used to be spouting."
Andy chuckled, shaking his head a little bit. "All it
took was most of the men dying."
"It's pretty hard to pretend the plague isn't a real
thing when it keeps killing people off left and right, dear," she said.
"The rescheduled Presidential election next month is going to be between
Senators Kamala Harris and Susan Collins, two women. That's never happened
before in the history of this country. The vast majority of people voting in
the election are going to be women. This is all completely unprecedented, so
all those women who have felt powerless for so many years, this is their chance
to shine. But the old tribal lines are still going to be there, even if the
genders of the people leading those parties has changed. Republicans will still
be Republicans and Democrats will still be Democrats. But there's too many dead
people for everyone to go on pretending like the plague isn't real, or that
it's not better to not get a grip on the new reality. One side was already
telling their people that the plague wasn't real, so more of their men died than
the on the other side. They can't afford to do that any more. So the new Fox
News agenda is to go back to simple fiscal conservatism, pro military and pro
old school Christianity stances. They're just going to drop all the anti woman
bullshit that they've been poisoning their own wells with for so long."
"And all it took was most of their men
dying." Andy rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll leave it up to you on
whether or not you want to do any of the Fox News shit."
"Oh heavens no," Emily laughed, shaking her head.
"No, you couldn't pay me enough to appear in front of those horrid people.
They've been trying to tell me they have the right to regulate my body for
decades but that I should keep my mouth shut when it comes to how they spend
the money I pay in taxes. At least a few of their remaining hosts have called
me horrible things for daring to disagree with them. 'Entertainers should be
sit down and be quiet when it comes to politics,' they've said about me for far
too long. Fuck that, darling. I'm having none of it."
"Well, on that we can agree."
"Now, I do believe I have some convincing to be
doing," she said, licking her lips playfully, as she slid off his lap and
down onto her knees before him, pushing his legs apart.
"That's really not necessary, Em," he said,
reaching forward to put a hand on her shoulder, but her delicate fingers moved
to grab his wrists, lifting them so that one of his hands was along the back of
her neck, and the other was sliding up into that radiant cascade of blonde
hair.
"It might not be necessary, Andrew, but that isn't to
say I wouldn't enjoy it anyway," she said, her hands moving to unbutton
his jeans, slowly drawing the zipper down. "Because sometimes a girl just
needs to get her fix, you know?" She leaned down and kissed part of his
exposed stomach. "You wouldn't deny me that, would you, love? Not innocent
little me?"
"I don't know that I could deny you anything,
Emily," he chuckled.
She licked her lips, those inescapable blue eyes of hers
looking up at him. "That's what I like to hear. Because it's time for me
to do something before Sarah does." She fished out his cock, tucking his
balls over his boxers to protect them from accidentally getting caught in the
zipper of the jeans, because she wasn't willing to wait long enough to pull his
jeans off. "I let her have first go at you, but I'm entitled to have some
firsts with you before she gets a chance. That's fair, isn't it?" She
leaned down and pressed her pink lips against the head of his cock, covering it
in tiny kisses. "I think we can both agree that's only fair."
"I seem to recall you and Sarah taking turns blowing me
at the same time," he said, tilting his head a little. "I wouldn't
say she got there first."
"She got to fuck you first though, Andrew," she
sighed, stroking his cock tenderly. "And I understand why. She's madly in
love with you because of your writing, although she's very much fallen in love
with the man behind that writing as well." Her tongue slipped out and
dragged a long trail across the bottom of his cock, from the base up to the
tip, teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue for only a split second.
"Me, on the other hand, I fell in love with the man first, when I heard
all the lengths you'd gone to in protecting the women who'd chosen to hitch
their wagons to your train. Niko painted such a wonderful portrait of you, and
you haven't failed to live up to that yet."
"I'm always going to put my family's needs above my
own, Em," he said, shivering as he felt her pursing her lips around the
mushroom tip of his circumcised cock for a long moment. "So what is you
want to do before Sarah, hmm?"
"Oh, bless, Andrew, I would've thought it would've been
obvious," she giggled, blowing air along his cock, teasing his balls with
her finely manicured fingernails. "I want you up the serviceman's
entrance. I want you in my ass, before Sarah thinks to ask you to do it to her.
We've had fingers and small toys up both hers and my asshole before, naturally,
but never the real thing, and I'm afraid I simply cannot risk the chance that
she get the opportunity to convince you to do it to her before you do it to me.
I want to have at least one first of my very own with you before she does, and
while I'm a little nervous, I must confess I am also rather excited. First
times are always so exhilarating."
Andy licked his own lips, swallowing a breath of air.
"First times can also be quite intense, Em. Even overwhelming."
"Yes yes yes Andrew, that's why I'm going to ask you if
you can remember a color code when you're worked up. I know those kinds of
sensations can be, distracting to self control, but you've always struck me as
level headed." Her tongue took a long swirling path around the underside
of the head of his cock, and his fingers tightened in her sandy hair a moment,
clenching a fistful of it, which evoked a clear quiver of delight from the
girl.
"What do you mean a color code?"
"You see, when Sarah and I are adventuring into, shall
we say, uncharted sexual waters between the two of us, we use a color code. If
one of us says 'green,' then things are wonderful, enjoyable and the other
should carry on full steam ahead. If one of us says 'yellow,' then perhaps a
bit of caution or easing back is needed. If one of us says 'red,' then a
moment's rest is needed, or second thoughts are being had, and it's best to
stop, until the other is ready to go again. Like a stoplight. We strike the use
of those colors for any other uses when we're on the code." She looked up
at him with those tender azure orbs again, soft and warm, as her fingertips stroked
his shaft and juggled his balls. "Would that be alright, Andrew?"
He leaned forward and kissed her again, and this time he
found her not only pliant but a touch more eagerly wanton than she'd been
moments ago. "Of course, love," he said to her. "But just be
careful and remember you can't use those words for anything else while we're in
color code mode."
She titled her head to the side, a curious expression of
amusement on her face. "Oh? Do you anticipate me slipping? I'm quite
bright, you know," she teased, winking at him. "I have a degree in
feminist studies from Cambridge and everything."
He smirked a little bit. "I simply thought you might
ask me to paddle your ass red, and then I'd have been more than a little
conflicted from the mixed signals."
She began to giggle fiercely, having even to take one of her
hands from his cock up to cover her mouth, as she nodded furiously, her blonde
curls falling in front of her face before her hand lifted from lips and pushed
it from her eyes. "You're right! You're right you're right you are
absolutely right, I most certainly would have done that, said that without even
thinking about it, and what a right git I would've looked, while you would've
been standing there frozen in fear that you'd gone too far."
"You think you can keep that in mind, then?"
She nodded once more, this time more slow and deliberate,
before she pressed her hands on the tops of her thighs, moving to stand herself
up. "I had Nicolette conceal a couple of bottles of lube in nearly every
room of the house, in case this particular stripe of lust struck one of us. She
seemed to think it was an excellent idea."
Andy couldn't help but snicker a little bit. "I'm sure
she did. She seemed to enjoy the hell out of it when she got her turn at it a
couple of days ago."
Emily giggled again as she reached behind the couch in the
corner of his writing studio, her fingers reemerging with a small bottle of
lube in them. "I did notice her walking a little funny yesterday, but she
wouldn't tell me when I asked her about it. She simply blushed a wonderful
shade of crimson and walked away from me. So I take it you gave her the ol'
heave ho?"
He tried to keep that ain't I a stinker smile from spreading
on his face, but in the end, he just couldn't help it. "She told me she
likes to be a bit bratty and put into her place, so I stuffed her panties in
her mouth while I had a go at her ass. She seemed to like that quite a
bit." While Emily approached him, he stood up and tugged off his jeans and
boxers, not wanting to get any of the lube on them, setting them on his writing
chair. For the hell of it, he pulled off his shirt as well. The idea of
resembling Donald Duck appalled him.
Emily's eyes widened in amusement and delight, shaking her
head frantically. "You didn't! You absolutely didn't! Tell me that you
didn't, Andrew!"
"I surely and truly did, and she loved it. She
even made a point to tell me that it was exactly how I should have a go at her
moving forward."
"Well, not this time, but I might like to try something
like that at some point in the future," she said, as she walked over to
him, lifting her dress up and over her head, tossing it aside, revealing she
was completely naked beneath it. "Mostly because it wouldn't let me speak
the color code if need be, but also because I'm simply not wearing any panties
today." She flashed him another saucy wink, as she moved to set up her
cell phone to point at the couch. Andy suspected she might be filming it to
show to Sarah later, or perhaps just for her own personal edification.
"Now let me pour some of this lube on your cock, and you can tell me what
position I should be in for my first time at this."
He shivered a little as she drizzled clear fluid onto his
prick, her slender fingers stroking his shaft again, making sure to get every
inch of his thick cock slicked up as much as possible. "If you want total
control, you could climb on for a ride, but some women think the sensations are
just too intense, and tend to seize up, so they prefer to have the man
controlling things. If that's more your speed, then you probably want to get on
your knees on the couch, laying your arms down on the top of it, your head
resting on your arms, or with your arms behind you, so you can grab at your
legs, or rub on your clit. Lauren rubbed her cunt her entire first time, saying
it helped the nerve endings get all tangled up in one another."
She licked her lips, that tiny hint of reticence fading away
the moment he saw it, as she nodded. "I do think it will all be simply too
much for me to keep my head clear, so I think I will try the position on the
couch, and you can be in the driver's seat." She handed him the small
bottle of lube. "Make sure you get me slicked up before you go rampaging
in, however."
"You sure you "
His sentence was interrupted by her grabbing the back of his
head, smearing lube on his skull while she pulled him into a feral, almost
delirious kiss, her tongue rampaging into his mouth with a carnal frenzy that
he didn't normally associate with his more restrained and reserved partner.
When she pulled back, she didn't let her face move more than an inch away from
his, her blue eyes peering directly into his greens. "I have been a posh
prig my entire life, Andrew," she cooed at him in a sing song fashion.
"Now it's time for you to take that stick out of my prim ass and jam this
wicked cock up it instead. If you don't, I may well go mad, and that wouldn't
be ideal for either of us, I somehow think. Now let's get to it."
"As the lady requests," he said, watching her
sashay away from him. She slid one knee up on the couch demurely, followed by
the other, bending forward at the waist, leaning down until she was resting on
her hands and knees on the plush sofa. God, she was gorgeous, he thought to
himself. Almost criminally so. She held pose there as he walked over towards
her, but as he got closer, she lowered her shoulders down towards the top of
the couch, sliding her hands back behind her, to cup her perky porcelain white
ass.
"This is all yours, Andrew," she moaned.
"Virginal. Unspoiled. Unsullied. Uncharted territory." She shivered
and he could see goosebumps run across her skin as the lube started to drizzle
down the cleft of her ass, smearing over that rosy pucker. "God, I feel so
wanton and exposed like this, ready to be debauched and debased, your eager
whore, giddy for you to introduce her to these new delights, to expand her
horizons and blow her mind."
Andy set the bottle on the table next to the couch, then
moved to use two of his fingers to smear the clear liquid along her anus, seeing
her body twitch and wriggle just a little bit, as he smeared the substance
around, pushing his index finger inside of her, hearing her gasp sharply
following by a tiny, high pitched yelp, as she clamped down on that digit.
"How are we doing, Em?"
She drew in a long breath that sounded like it took some
effort before she exhaled, a slow controlled push of air over her lips, as that
sphincter muscle relaxed around his fingertip. "Green! We're green,
Andrew. I just, I simply needed a moment to compose myself once more. Your
fingers are quick thicker than Sarah's," she said with a nervous laugh.
"You're going to be getting something much bigger than
that in a moment," he said. "If you still want it, that is. Not too
late to change your mind."
"I have come too far to back out now, Andrew."
"You haven't cum at all, I don't think," he
teased.
"Shows what you know," she giggled once more,
looking over her shoulder at him to stick her tongue out in his direction.
"I definitely came when you pushed your finger in. The pre fuck jitters,
one might think. Like a bloody schoolgirl, I am, right now."
"Alright then," he said, as he slipped his
fingertip out, her asshole closing up immediately. "Remember, you merely
have to say what you want, and I'm going to listen."
She nodded again, one hand reaching between her legs to rub
her fingertips against her cunt, stroking her finely manicured digits against
her cunt, as her other hand reached up and over behind her, grabbing one of her
asscheeks, pulling it aside, as if to make sure she was open and exposed for
him. "Let me feel it, Andrew, but go slow. Just a bit at first."
Andy nodded, as he moved his hips, settling the tip of his
cock against her asshole, which he felt spasm just a little when the mushroom
head of his cock made contact with it. He gave her half a second to relax once
more, then began to push forward. He leaned his body against hers, feeling some
initial resistance, but after a few moments, the head of his cock popped
through that ring of muscle, and a guttural, almost primitive moan erupted from
her throat, loud and carnal. "Fuck that's big that's so fucking big yellow
yellow Andy, yellow,” she rambled, and immediately Andy held perfectly still.
"Too much?" he said, feeling her ass clinging onto
the head of his cock with an intense amount of pressure. "Stop? Pull out?
Just wait?"
"Don't pull out! Are you fucking crazy?" she said,
a borderline delirious laugh cackling from her lips. "I just, I just, just
give me a moment, please, you're fucking big, you know that? You and your fat
fucking cock feel like you've shoved a telephone pole up my tight young virgin
ass, so I'm going to need a god damned moment, thank you very much, but don't
you dare fucking slip out, or I will beat you bloody senseless with a cricket
bat!"
Andy blushed a little bit, a wry smile on his lips, as he
held perfectly still. "In your own time, Em."
The tiny blonde Brit drew in a long breath, then slowly
exhaled it, like she was doing some form of yoga and trying to center her chi.
She did it again, and Andrew started to get worried that maybe she simply
wasn't ready for this, but just about the time that thought started to roll
around in his head, he felt her starting to lean back against him just a little
bit.
"Green, Andrew, but,” she said, shifting her body just
enough so that she could look back at him, "please, for heaven's sake,
take it slowly."
He nodded to her, and began to lean forward, feeling her
body almost being pried apart as his cock worked his way inside of her virginal
asshole. Her fingertips were rubbing down firmly on her clit, and while he
tried to keep the forward momentum as slow as possible, when he was nearly half
way into her ass, she suddenly pushed back into him, engulfing the rest of his
cock in her back door, as a wash of goosebumps rolled across her flesh,
starting at the small of her back and blossoming outwards in an instant flare,
followed by a hard tremble intermingled with a high pitched whine that started
racing upwards in octaves and volumes until it crested, breaking and dissolving
into a frantic, almost demented giggle, as his balls rested against her fingers
which hadn't stopped stroking at her cunt.
"You alright, Em?" he asked.
"Alright? Alright? Are you asking if I'm alright now,
Andrew?" she hissed, although the tone was giddy and excited. "I am
green, super green, all the greens! I am awesome, fucking brilliant.
That felt,” she drew in a long breath, "So fucking good, and I came So
fucking hard." Her head whipped to look directly at her cellphone camera.
"Sares, it's like it builds and builds and builds, and you're getting more
and more and more tense and then,” she said, pulling her hips forward, sliding
his cock mostly back out of her ass before, "Wham!" she said as she
slammed her ass back onto his cock hilt deep once more, and let out another
unearthly moan. "Holy fuck, that feels so good. Your cock just jammed up
right my ass, your balls resting right on my cunt." Her head snapped again
to look back at him, and her soft and kind blue eyes had gone more than a
little crazy. "Go on then, in for a penny, in for a pound. Pound your
little penny. Go on, you dirty wanker. Do it to me! Fuck my ass!"
At this point, he was pretty sure that if he had said
'red,' she would've ignored him and just played on through. The kind of wild
lust in her eyes would've been completely unfamiliar to him if he hadn't seen
it before, briefly, with both Piper and Sheridan, though those had been
chemically induced.
Later in the evening, he'd consider whether maybe she'd
tapped into that same mental state that being deprived of his semen developed
in women, but in that particular moment, the only thing he could do was to fuck
Emily Stevens, film sweetheart of a generation, within an inch of her sanity.
His hips drew back and then thrust forward, a solid grind on
his first real pump, which was met by a hard squeeze of her ass around his cock
and a burbling, uncorked moan oozing from her lips. He drew back again, but
this time his forward thrust was met by the snap of her hips pushing her ass
back into him, making her toned asscheeks ripple just a tiny amount.
"Oh fuck, Andrew," she babbled, "I want more,
but I know I'm going to cum soon, and once I start again, it's not going to
stop, so I need it, I need you, I love you, I need you to fucking cum inside of
my ass, fill it up with that hot spunk for the first time. Mark your territory
with your seed! Please Andrew, I'm fucking begging you, let me have it, show my
ass you love it, teach me this final thing. Fucking cum in my ass!"
The entire time, she was doing more of the thrusting than he
was, although he was trying to keep pace with her. And just towards the end, he
knew that he wouldn't be able to stave off the impending orgasm for long, so at
her insistence, he let loose a hot jet of jizz right into her ass. The minute
he felt the first spurt escape him, it felt as though she clamped down on him
in a fist like grasp, and then he felt a heavy rush of liquid against his
balls, her cunt gushing all over them and down the inside of his thighs. The
very sensation of it made him splattered a handful more blasts of cum into her
ass before he stopped, one of his hands holding onto the back of the couch for
dear life, as he felt her fingertips fall away from her cunt as her arm slumped
downwards.
He'd gone soft almost right away, but her ass was still
trying to milk any last remaining droplets of cum from his cock with gentle
squeezes, even as he finally slid out of her. Her body was mostly propped up by
her knees, although her face was buried into the couch cushions. He waited a
minute or so before he finally said, "You alright, Em?"
She began giggling, slowly moving to roll onto her side, so
he could see her face had turned bright red, the color of Sarah or
Aisling's hair, and she was clutching one hand to her mouth, trying to contain
the infectious laugh that would not be suppressed. "Holy fucking Christ,
Andrew, I am so so so embarrassed by that," she whimpered.
"I've, fuck, I've never done that before. I didn't know I could
fucking do that, Christ, I'm made such a mess, how awful of me. I'm
horrible."
Andy knelt down alongside the couch, and leaned in to press
his lips against hers. She struggled for half a moment, still caught up in her
own awkwardness of the moment, before she gave in and simply returned the kiss,
which he held for an endlessly long time. "Did you enjoy it?" he
said, when he finally gave her a moment to breathe again.
"Fuckin' 'ell, Andrew," she stumbled, "I
think that would've been bloody obvious."
"Then who the fuck cares about the mess?" He
kissed her again, one hand stroking her sweaty hair from her face, the energy
cooling down a little, as they both came down from the orgasmic plateaus they'd
just been dancing in. "Besides, I'd have thought you'd enjoy the idea of
telling Nicolette to come and clean my office without giving her any
explanation into why."
Emily face almost hurt from smiling so much as she nodded.
"Thank you for this, Andrew, and for making me feel at home in my own body
as it learns new things about itself." She looked down then looked up at
him, almost a touch of fear in her eyes. "I know I've said it before, but
it's important to me that you know this, Andrew. I well and truly love you,
like no other man I've known before."
"I love you too, Emily," he said, making sure he
was looking directly into her eyes when he said it, so she would understand
there were no reservations. "And I'm very glad you agreed to marry me.
You've been not only good for me, you've been good for the whole house."
"Oh shush, now my heart's all aflutter," she said,
moving to stand up, pausing to wince for a second. "Well, I'll jolly well
feel that for the next few days. It's sore and it's still tingling in pleasure.
Both, together, at the same time. What an odd delight."
He laughed, grabbing her dress for her, holding it out.
"Go on, get dressed and bring Nicolette in here to see the mess that
you've made for her to clean up. I'll bet she's not at all embarrassed, and
more than a little jealous."
"You know, I suspect you might well be correct, Andrew.
Brilliant."
A cast list intermission for Quaranteam
The House of Rook
Netflix, who also lives a double life as semi successful urban fantasy
writer Blake Conrad, known for his Druid Gunslinger books. Shaved head,
neatly trimmed brown beard, 5'11", hazel eyes, tattooed on the chest
with a griffon, could stand to lose a few pounds. Originally from Ohio,
has lived in the Bay Area for over a decade. Our protagonist, such as he
is. Still reaping the benefits from one random act of kindness to a
stranger named Dave.
design contractor for Google. Originally from Dublin, she's lived in the
States for 4 years. Red hair, freckles, short (5'4"), fit. Outgoing
and charming, but also protective of Andy. Aisling showed up first (at the
same time as Lily) and has helped keep Andy level headed and sane
throughout the entire ordeal. Pregnant with Andy's child. Engaged to Andy.
for the San Francisco 49ers. Originally from Australia, she's lived in the
States for 2 years. Very tall (6'6"), very tan, blonde, athletic,
emotionally involved with Taylor as much as (if not more so) Andy. Lauren
is big and boisterous, but has a tendency to not think things fully
through.
year old Air Force Security Forces officer (military police). Originally
from South Dakota. Half Lakota, one quarter Mexican and one quarter
Japanese. Long black hair, toned and slender. 5'4". Sarcastic, wry
and witty, Niko has basically become Andy's right hand woman, along with
Ash, whom she considers her best friend. She's helped provide endless
insight to the vaccine program being managed at the local Air Force base,
where she works. Also pregnant with Andy's child and engaged to him.
year old maid of Rook Manor. Blonde, with long curly hair. Extremely
buxom. 5'9" or 6'1" (in heels). Second generation French
American. Enjoys wearing classic maids outfits and being a bratty
submissive. Pretended to be named Yvette at first, at the suggestion of
Phil.
gardener of Rook Manor. Hispanic, butch, 5'8", with short black hair
cut in a bob, almost always seen in overalls and a button up shirt.
Lesbian and wife of Jenny Peters. Had reservations about the program, but
wanted to ensure safety for her and her wife, so they took the deal and
came to join the House of Rook.
Rook Manor. Midwestern and plump, 5'8", with brown bushy hair. Wears
large circular glasses. Tends to be overly motherly. Bisexual and wife of
Katie Rodriguez.
girlfriend of Lauren White. Platinum blonde, stacked, short (5'2").
Currently still in the doghouse for cheating on Lauren almost a year ago,
but close to working her way out of her trouble. As part of her current
punishment (dictated by Lauren), she is not allowed to wear clothes.
player. Brunette, tall (6'2"), muscular but lean, blue eyed. Went
viral for a video of her pre game warm up dance. Still slightly recovering
from abusive treatment at Andrew Covington's home.
and daughter of Dr. Charlotte Varma. Half Indian, half French, raised in
London until last year. Brown skin, black hair, pierced navel, wild child
attitude. 5'6". Party girl and socialite, Asha tends to enjoy causing
trouble, as it gets her attention. Has some growing up to do.
actress. 6'2", redheaded, quirky, clumsy and a bit dorky. Originally
from New Jersey. Swears like breathing. Very girl next door. Huge fan of
the Druid Gunslinger books, and had a crush on Andy before she even met
him. Big lover of Broadway theater and musicals, both attending and
performing in. Partner of Emily Stevens. Engaged to Andy.
5'1", blonde, blue eyed, pale, slender, very posh, British. Left
London for L A just a few years ago. Incredibly charming and witty, with
an almost supernatural social sense. Grew up as a child actress in a
wildly popular series of movies called "The Dagger Academy"
series, but has since struggled to establish a successful acting career
outside that role. Partner of Sarah Washington. Engaged to Andy.
performer for Cirque Du Soleil. 5'7" Blonde, frizzy hair, slender and
extremely flexible. Very laid back and go with the flow. Has been teaching
the girls of the house yoga in her spare time.
student and former cheerleader. Half Hawaiian, half Japanese. Short
(5'1"), Asian, with long black hair with blonde stripes in it. Curvy,
very well endowed (44G) and a firecracker of energy. Originally supposed
to be joining the House of Watkins, she is much happier being part of the
House of Rook.
The House of Yang
former roommate. Second generation Japanese American. Short (5'5")
but athletic, if a bit shy and bookish. Piggybacked on Andy's one good
deed into a complete life change he wasn't expecting. Andy and Eric are
friends, but not overly close ones, despite having shared a condo for most
of a decade.
Second generation Japanese American. Dyed purple hair, short (5'2"),
punkish. Eric's first partner, who expected to be his only partner only
for life to get majorly in the way. Lily is the iron fist that runs the
House of Yang, sometimes making decisions for Eric so he doesn't spend too
long dwelling on them.
for the local Fox News channel. Statuesque brunette (5'10") who
always remains overly tanned. Lily's ex roommate who had to be rescued
after fleeing from the person she was supposed to be paired up with,
before getting paired up with Eric. Threatened to tell her story to the
reporters at the station she worked at, but Lily convinced her that doing
so would be bad for all involved. Phil cleaned the mess up.
with Adobe Systems. Short (5'3"), blonde, Nordic and curvy.
Originally from Kansas.
The House of Marcos
manager for Boeing, working in conjunction with the Air Force to manage
the vaccine development/distribution program trying counter the epidemic.
Probably involved in a sizable amount of heavily classified shit. Tall
(5'11"), slender and usually exhausted. Has a deep love of fighting
games and mischief. Phil always knows more than he can talk about.
psychologist. Short (5'1"), very curvy. Also a big fighting games
fan. Has been doing her best to keep Phil sane throughout the apocalypse.
One of the first successful recipients of the current vaccine. Pregnant
with Phil's child and engaged to him.
captain in the Air Force. Blonde, fit, lethal. Also doubling at Phil's
bodyguard most days.
American college student. Short (5'2"), curvy, disaffected and
disinterested in most things.
generation Japanese immigrant and video game engineer. Very short
(4'10"), very slender but extremely agile. The most sarcastic of
Phil's partners.
infectious disease researcher working with the Air Force and Boeing. Lead
developer on the current vaccine. Average height (5'7"), blonde,
matronly but also a bit bougie. Originally from Paris, she moved to London
and married Dev Varma, before they emigrated to the US earlier this year
with their teenage daughter, Asha (now part of the House of Rook). Was
rescued by Andy but chose to go with Phil.
The House of Covington
investment banker. Considers himself the most important person in New
Eden. Certainly is the richest. A horrible prick with a rumored proclivity
for making his partners do awful things. Runs a regular poker game where
people are used as stakes. The person Andy hates the most.
contractor for Google. Ex colleague of Aisling. Partner for Covington, who
does not allow her to speak in public. Ash has been trying to find ways to
talk to her on the side.
disease researcher working with the Air Force and Boeing. Has only been
spoken of, not actually see in the story thusfar.
Hispanic card dealer for the House of Covington privately, as well as
professionally over at a local casino. Cheated on her partner (Arthur)
with a man named Brian Morrison, and the sexual encounter resulted in her
death. The first fatality in New Eden, her death is being used to remind
women the dangers involved in being unfaithful in the new world.
The House of Vikovic
Russian, huge (6'2", 275lbs), mucular, with a big braided silver
beard and a fondness for expensive things, particular food and drink. One
of the more elite members of New Eden.
The House of Watkins
insanely rich self made gadfly. Tall (6'1"), lean and Waspy,
Nathaniel tends to look more like an out of work yoga instructor than the
forty first richest man in the world. His brown beard is always somewhat
disheveled, and seems to relish always walking around in socks and
Birkenstocks. Has a friendly relationship with Andy, whom he gave a
shitload of money to, seemingly to punish his son.
student. Benny is Nathaniel's biggest failure, spoiled and thoughtless,
entitled and arrogant. His claiming of Deborah Barnes resulted in his
punishment by his father, and the reassignment of Hannah to Andy.
from Los Gatos, originally from Kansas. She was originally assigned to
Nathaniel, who used her as a stake in one of Covington's poker games. She
was won by Andy, but Benny claimed her before she could be relocated. As
part of Benny's punishment, Deborah's been assigned control of Benny.
representative. Dated and lived with Andy about a decade ago until she
gave him an ultimatum “ "either your friends go, or I do." Andy
gave her the boot, and she stalked him on and off since then. Second
generation Irish American. Blonde (but dyes her hair brown), curvy. Andy
refused to bring her into his house, and she was reassigned to the House
of Watkins.
The House Of Haunton
New Eden. Portly and short tempered. Has a mustache that whole bowls of
soup could get lost in.
the mayor, who doubles as the greeter and tour guide of New Eden for the
most recent arrivals.
The House of Jacobson
AllStore chain of department stores. Jet black hair with a pencil thin
mustache. More reptilian than human, with beady eyes and a perpetual sneer
on his face. Hot tempered, petty and vindictive..
The House of Baker
car restorer from Ohio. Andy's oldest and best friend. Being relocated to
New Eden to get paired up with Captain Betsy Ross. Covered in tattoos,
ridiculously muscular, Xander is a gentle giant. Not to be allowed near
karaoke machines under peril of death.
officer, working on the reconstruction program, rebuilding America's
heavily damaged infrastructure. Soon to be Xander's first partner.
swimmer, and friend of Piper. Second generation Swedish American. Blonde,
short (5'4") and extremely athletic. Originally, Piper was trying to
convince Andy to bring Brooke into the House of Rook, but Andy immediately
recognized her personality would be a better fit for Xander, and asked
Phil to help redirect her.
The House of, Dave?
something(?) quarantine management engineer for the CDC, who came to test
Andy and Eric, and found out that Andy was secretly Dave's favorite
author. In exchange for an advance copy of the newest unpublished Druid
Gunslinger book, he put Andy and Eric into the system as Top Level V I P,
which has changed their life forever. Nice dude, but Dave's just this guy,
you know?
Chapter 29
The next day, Andy and Ash met up with Eric and Lily for
lunch in a restaurant, something they still weren't accustomed to, even though
they'd done it a couple of times since moving into New Eden. They'd been in
quarantine so long that the basic things like eating out felt alien. They'd
found a nice little BBQ joint that someone had opened within the walls of New
Eden, and Andy was ecstatic.
Andy's hope was that they were going to keep getting more
varieties of food in their new home town. The little 1950s dinner was nice, but
the village needed things like a Mexican joint, a Chinese restaurant, a ramen
house, a place where he could get a banh mi, Andy realized he really just
needed the place to be less exclusively white.
The guy who owned and ran the BBQ was a big black guy named
Bryant Walters who'd apparently played football for the 49ers a couple of
decades ago. He'd settled in the Bay after his football career ended, and he
had brought his love of southern BBQ to opening his own restaurant, called
"Smoke On The Water." He had a dozen of his own BBQ sauces, brisket
that he smoked for at least twelve hours and some of the best damn ribs Andy
had ever tasted. It didn't hurt that Bryant was also massively friendly, making
sure to come out and talk to patrons of the place. The wait staff was comprised
of his partners, five women in all, at least one a former 49ers cheerleader.
Over lunch, Andy made sure to tell Bryant that he should
have delivery service for the community, and the big burly man told him that
was an excellent idea, and that he'd start working on a website for online
orders.
The meal was the first chance that Andy and Eric had really
been able to sit down and catch up one on one since they'd gotten to New Eden.
Sure, they'd seen each other at parties and big gatherings, but with just Ash
and Lily there, it felt like a throwback to the first days of the whole
adventure when they'd been a pair of new couples sharing a tiny little condo.
"So yeah, what with all the casualties on my team, I've
been promoted up the food chain to be director of the division," Eric
said, poking at his brisket with his fork. "I like the responsibility and
the increase in pay, but it's also incredibly depressing to think about all the
former coworkers that died, none of whose funerals I can attend, because
nobody's allowing funerals."
"Yeah," Andy sighed, "Phil told me they're
moving to mass cremations now, since so many people died. They'll probably
build some sort of memorial after we're through all of this, like the Vietnam
Wall or Ground Zero for 9/11."
"It's so strange, seeing all the names on Slack that
aren't lighting up any more," Eric sighed. "At some point, the death
toll crossed from a number I can understand to a number I can't."
"Kill one person and it's murder; kill a hundred
thousand and it's a statistic. Good ol' Stalin," Lily joked, squeezing his
hand reassuringly. "Don't try and think about it, dear. You're only going
to get angry or depressed again, and we're having a nice lunch here, with
everyone getting a chance to see one another. I mean, I love Niko to death, but
if Andy shows up with his entire tribe, it takes over the whole room. How many
are there now, fifty?"
Ash giggled, rolling her eyes. "It really isn't tha'
bad, Lily. How many're over there?"
"Seven, including Lily," Eric said.
"I refuse to let them send any more," Lily
growled. "Each of the girls gets one day a week to spend with him, and he
gets Sundays off."
"Then when do ya get time with him?"
"Any time I fucking want to," Lily laughed,
waggling her beer in Eric's direction. "We're trying to have a kid now,
and I'm refusing to let any of those other bitches get a go at getting knocked
up until I'm well and truly swollen. Once I'm half way through my second
trimester, then I'll let'em get off their birth control, and not a minute
fucking sooner."
"Still got Eric under your thumb, huh, Lil?" Andy
teased.
"Thumb, palm, elbow and heel," she said, grinning
at him. "Not that he complains."
"Not that you'll let me," Eric grumbled, although
he did have a smile on his face.
"Oh, you know that you love it."
"I mean, you actually seem really happy, Eric,"
Andy said. "I know the whole polygamy thing wasn't what you had planned,
but you seem to be managing it pretty well."
"It's a new world, Eric," Aisling said to him.
"Ya just need to roll with the punches and go with the flow. Craic on, and
you'll do alright. Andy had some challenges when our pod jumped in scale, but
he learned how t' manage."
"Well, the girls seemed to divide themselves into
cliques pretty well on their own, and that helped."
"It didn't hurt that two of them are drop dead gorgeous
world famous actresses either," Lily said. "Not that I blame you one
bit. If Sarah Washington came at me with those big jiggly tits of hers, I don't
think I could've said no."
"They are great tits," Ash giggled.
"I've gotten lost in them more than a couple of times. I spent an hour
reading last week with me head nestled between'em like pillows." Andy
reached over and swatted Ash on the wrist, and she couldn't help but giggle a
little bit more. "Oh like ya haven't as well."
"Didn't say I hadn't," he said with a smirk.
"So are you ready for your interview tomorrow?"
Eric asked, changing the subject. "Don't forget to plug your books or
Nicole'll have your head."
Andy nodded. His publicist, Nicole, had made it abundantly
clear to him what she'd do to him if he didn't mention the books at least a
little bit when he had screen time, but Andy had also stressed to her that he
didn't have control of what they did and didn't air, something Nicole had,
reluctantly, agreed with. "I mean, it's weird, knowing we're going to be
getting interviewed for 60 Minutes, and that we're going to end up setting the
standard for the new post pandemic family unit. Who the hell saw that one
coming, right?"
"Have you been doing any prep work in advance for
it?" Eric had always been the more practical of the two men. "I know
you don't think it's an adversarial interview, but it never hurts to be
prepared, just in case it turns that way."
"I've done interviews before, Eric," Andy sighed.
"You know that. Shit, you probably remember the phone interview I did with
the Guardian in the UK a few years back."
"That was such a strange article they wrote. I swear,
they were way more interested in getting you to talk about the rights being
licensed out than they were the books themselves. It was funny, because I
could've told them you barely knew anything about what the movie studio was
doing, but they didn't seem to want to believe you."
"Yeah, I felt like they wanted to create a 'gotcha'
moment they just weren't going to get from me. After a while, they just got
frustrated and gave up."
"Dermot read that article," Ash said to him.
"He said ya came off looking way smarter than the reporter did."
"Well, there's one vote of confidence in me," Andy
joked. "Niko's at the base today, doing the tour along with Phil and
Charlotte. Phil's running the show, but the good doctor's walking the reporter
through the process itself, and Niko's giving them a sort of ground eye view of
how the whole thing works, from arrival to departure. The President apparently
thinks, and I happen to agree with her, that transparency is the best approach
to all of this."
"Is everyone going to take part?" Lily asked them.
"Well, the plan is that everyone's going to be around
for the day, but nobody has to talk to the reporter if the don't want to. The
only people who've said in advance they don't want to be interviewed are Lauren
and Sheridan," Ash said.
"They just don't wanna?"
"Well," Andy said, "Lauren's worried about
how it'll reflect on the 49ers, so rather than ask the team's owners about it,
she's just not going to take part."
"Same for Sheridan and the owners of Cirque," Ash
said. "Everybody else seems okay with talking to the reporter, if they
want ta, and Andy thinks it's best if we appear like we've nothin' to
hide."
"We don't have anything to hide, Ash."
Ash giggled. "Taylor will, of course, be wearing
clothes for the whole day."
"Okay, we don't have anything else to
hide," Andy chuckled.
"I'm a tad nervous," Ash admitted, "but it's
important we do it. I'm just wonderin' if there's going ta be some curve ball
we didn't see coming."
"You'd think they'd ask Phil those kinds of
questions," Eric said. "If they do, I'm sure he'll give you a heads
up what to expect. The government's going to be far more careful about this
than you are, so if the reporter gives him too much trouble, he'll just call
off the entire interview process and tell his boss to revoke their permission
to be in New Eden. Major General Fielder has the final say on these kinds of
things."
"Better him than us," Ash said, as she reached
into her pocket. Her phone had started vibrating, and she looked at the screen,
seeing it was Niko calling. The picture of her with her tongue sticking out was
Ash's profile photo for Niko, and it always made Andy grin. "Better take
this. I'll just step outside an' see what's the craic. Carry on without
me."
To be continued in part 15, by CorruptingPower for Literotica.