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Change of Pace, Change of Place.

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I'm pretty sure it was only

for a moment, but it could have been a couple minutes. When I came to, I was
still inside Erica, and still mostly hard. I pulled out and was quickly
followed by our leaking mess spilling onto the sheets. Erica didn't move,
except for heavy breathing. Then she rolled onto her side, legs coming up into
a fetal position, ass pointed back at me. Her messy, cummy twat peeked at me
between her legs and butt cheeks.

Sitting back on my ass, I

blinked a few times and tried to re-center myself until I gave up and fell
backwards, breathing hard and looking up at the ceiling.

"God damn, E," I

said. "That was something fucking else."

No response.

I rolled over, dragging

myself up to lay next to her. "Erica?"

Her eyes were closed and she

was looking comfortable, if a little cold laying over the sheets. Her lips were
moving, and when I got close enough it sounded like she was whispering,
"Imprinting," over and over.

"That's kinda fucked

up," I said quietly, looking at her otherwise still face. She sounded like
a computer program reporting on a status. The only thing that kept me from
freaking out was the big, contented smile on her lips.

I kissed her forehead, trying

not to think about quite how fucked up things were, and then I rolled off the
bed and stood up. Underwear and pants went back on, and I crossed the hall to
the bathroom where I got a wet, warm washcloth and a towel. I returned to the
room and carefully wiped down Erica's twat and ass of our mixed fluids, then
wrapped her in a towel and picked her up. I carried her down the hall to my
room and managed to get her under the covers.

I'll admit, I also gave her

tits another soft grope, just to convince myself this was all real. God,
they're awesome.

Leo was out of the house,

which on second thought made me realize what I'd just done.

I'd fucked his sister, and we

hadn't really held back at all. If he and I had been hearing the 'biz' and soft
moans of Erica masturbating I can only imagine the sounds that had been coming
down through the old wooden timbers of the house.

"Fuck," I sighed.

Hopefully he had gone out to the workshop before we'd gotten started.

It was still the middle of

the afternoon so I went back to packing. It was weird, sorting through
everything in the house. Also fucking annoying because I didn't even have many
boxes to pack with, and I couldn't exactly just run out to the liquor or
hardware store to get some. It was strange; I'd lived in the house for much of
my life, and I'd lived in it with Leo for the past five years, but I still
found traces of my parents and grandparents I hadn't thought about in ages.

It had to have been an hour

or two later when Leo came back into the house. He had rings of sweat on his
t-shirt and looked like he was ready to punch something.

"Hey," I said. I

was kneeling down in the living room, busy scooping old VHS tapes out from the
back of one of the big cupboards. They hadn't seen the light of day in probably
twenty years, but I also felt like it was a waste to throw them out.

Leo just looked at me from

the doorway, kicking off his boots.

"That was fucked

up," I said.

"Yeah, it was," he

said.

"You know I wouldn't

just pump and dump her," I said.

Leo twisted up his face in

revulsion. "Fucking of course not. Jesus, Harrison. You're not an
animal."

"So why the fuck would

you make her hold on to a high school agreement when she and I might have been
good for each other, Leo?"

"She told you

that?" Leo's face dropped.

"Yeah. She did," I

said.

"She shouldn't have. Not

talking about it was part of the deal, too," Leo grunted. He peeled off
his sweaty shirt and threw it towards the stairs, then headed towards the back
of the house. "Where is she now?"

"Upstairs. That's

another thing we need to talk about, but I'm not done with this."

Leo was pouring himself a

drink from the tap. My father had gotten a new well drilled a couple of years
before I was born, and then when I hit high school we'd gotten a pump system; I
still couldn't believe we'd lived on hand-pumped well water until I was
fourteen. Now, with a whole filtration system set up in the back shed we -

It doesn't matter. It's

all going away.

That realization almost shook

me out of the conversation.

"What's left to talk

about?" Leo asked me, leaning on the doorsill from the kitchen.

"Leo, I've always liked

your sister. This whole thing just... forced the issue. You get that, right?
She's not betraying you. I'm not betraying you."

Leo didn't answer at first,

buying time by taking a drink from his glass before sighing. "Yeah. I
know."

"So what are you pissed

about?"

"Dude, she's still my

sister. And you're my best friend. That's not how this is supposed to go! She's
supposed to meet some guy that I don't really like, but I learn to tolerate
him, and we make fun of him together behind their backs and talk about how she
could do so much better."

"Why is that how it's

supposed to go?" I asked.

"I don't know, man.

That's just; That's how it was with my parents and aunts and uncles. My dad was
an only child, but all my mom's sisters settled for mediocre guys. My parents
tolerated them, and I got to hear all the family gossip and that's just how it
was."

"Leo," I said.

"That's kind of fucked up that you would want that for Erica."

"I don't want it

for her, it was just... Look, I hear how stupid and dickish it is, as it's
coming out of my mouth, Okay? But now it's going to be you two. He-man and... I
don't know. Who's the lady in He-man?"

"Dude, I have never

watched He-man," I laughed.

"Well, whatever. You're

you. She's her," Leo said. "By the end of this quarantine bullshit
you'll be together and I'll be out."

"Leo. You're thinking

glass-half-empty here," I said. "Erica and I get together, what else
does that mean?"

"I dunno," Leo

said. "What?"

"What does that make

us?"

Leo blinked.

"Brothers-in-law?"

He rolled his eyes, but I

could see the smirk growing.

"Brothers, Leo. Even

better than best friends. Better than best friend roommates!"

"Fine, fine," Leo

sighed. "Okay, there's an upside. Just don't expect me to just... be Okay
with you two getting frisky everywhere or something. You can be happy or
whatever, just not right in my face, alright?"

The sound of a car pulling up

outside on the newly-widened gravel driveway crackled through the house. I
stood up and headed for the door.

"What was the other

thing?" Leo asked me. "Something about Erica being upstairs?"

"Yeah, yeah," I

said, slipping on my sneakers. "She's in my room right now, kinda sleeping
but not? This whole Vaccine thing has more to it, dude. Let me figure out what
this is first."

He grunted, giving me a

questioning eyebrow raise and turned back to the kitchen to refill his water.

Outside I found the same

blacked-out, now dust-covered, town car that had dropped off Erica. The door
opened and I blinked hard as a woman I could only describe as a cross between
an elf and an angel stepped out of the back seat. She had long, wavy brunette
hair and a face that I could only guess had matched up with Helen of Troy, with
soft, full lips and wide eyes with a playful spark. She was wearing a simple,
baggy white t-shirt that looked like it belonged to a guy my size, and with her
slight frame she was practically swimming in it but somehow she made it look
like a diaphanous dress. I couldn't even tell if she had anything else
underneath it since the t-shirt came down low on her bare thighs.

"Hey there," she

said, grabbing what looked like a solid camper's backpack from inside the car
and walking over to me. When she got closer she only somehow got more
beautiful, but I also saw... something. That look in her eye. The way her lips
were slightly parted, and she was breathing a little more shallow. "You're
Leo?" she asked. She had an accent, but I couldn't place it.

"No. Harrison. Leo's

inside," I said.

She eye fucked me for a

moment, took in a breath and breathed it out through pursed lips, then headed
past me into the house without another word.

"God damn," I said.

"Yeah, she's running a

little hot," Agent Sourpuss said. She'd gotten out of the driver's seat of
the car and came around. "Got the shot at the same time as Miss Lacoste,
but it turned out the guy she was originally going to be paired with got
infected sometime in the past few days. We found him dead in his penthouse when
we tried to drop her off."

"Fuck," I said. And

not because of the story. The woman had walked up the front steps of the porch,
slung her bag onto it and had been stripping off her shirt as she walked into
the house. I didn't see anything but bare back and a pair of tight booty shorts
painted onto a slim, perky ass, but I was fucking jealous.

"How is Miss

Lacoste?" The agent asked. "Did the bonding process work?"

"Um," I said,

shaking my head and turning to the woman. "Uh, yeah. If you mean she
didn't really tell us much but made it clear she needed sex, and now she's
upstairs asleep in my bed muttering 'Imprinting' over and over."

"Good, good," the

Agent said. "Working as intended, then."

"No," I said,

shaking my head. "Not good. I said she's muttering 'imprinting'
over and over. What the fuck is up with that?"

"Look, Mr. Black, it's a

long fucking story. And one you're not cleared for," the Agent said.
"I'm sure one day you'll read a book about it or something. For now, just
get out of my face. Alright?"

"You can't seriously

expect people to just go along with this. It sounds like... like,”

"Brainwashing?" The

Agent asked. Then snorted and started heading back to her car. "I don't
have time to hold your hand through this. Like I said, just do what they say
and enjoy your new fucking world. We'll be in touch." She slammed the door,
the engine turned over, and she peeled out and drove back down the driveway.

"What the fuck," I

said. "What the fuck? What. The fuck?"

I headed back into the house

and stopped before kicking off my shoes.

"Oh, fuck yes!" the

woman shouted.

"Oh my God, oh my God,

oh my God," Leo yelled.

They were upstairs. It hadn't

been more than two minutes.

I could hear them clearly.

Fuck.

Doesn't have a problem

when it's not his sister, I thought,
shaking my head.

I went for a walk.

I made dinner an hour later,

and Leo managed to come downstairs to eat. He mumbled something about getting
struck by lightning, but once he'd gotten some food in him he'd shrugged.

"I dunno, man. She just

walked up to me, holding her shirt, and said, 'Take me up to your room and fuck
me.' I didn't even get her name. Now she's doing that 'imprinting' thing and
it's freaking me out a bit."

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Yeah. Erica was doing that too. That lady agent dropped off your girl,
didn't want to talk about it, and just said we should do what the ladies tell
us."

"Hey, that's all fine

with me," Leo said. "She can tell me anything she wants. I mean...
Harrison. God damn!"

We called it an early night

and I found myself climbing into bed next to Erica. She was still out of it,
but at least she wasn't murmuring anymore. It felt weird, and kind of creepy,
to try snuggling up next to her. She was still naked under my sheets, and
totally out of it.

I ended up putting on an

undershirt and gym shorts and managed not to feel like a perv for long enough
to fall asleep.

The rumble of trucks woke me

up, and I met Leo at the stairs as we headed down. He went to start making
coffee while I checked outside. Two big trucks were hauling in a pair of
trailers onto what had once been my front lawn and workers in bright
fluorescent vests were directing them as others set up some concrete blocks.
The trailers looked like they were the start of whatever construction HQ was
going to get set up.

"So it begins," I

sighed.

We brought out the coffee; it

was an entirely different crew of guys, but they didn't have any new
information for us. They appreciated the coffee, but when I went in to make
more I realized we were running out quickly. Hopefully one of those trailers
was going to be a break room for those guys because they were going to drink my
wallet dry if it was on me to feed their caffeine addictions.

The trailers were quickly set

up, and the workers were gone, but a 14-seater van arrived so quickly that I
figured they must have passed each other on the driveway. Inside were a solid
dozen Surveyors, along with boxes of topographical maps and all sorts of
equipment. I couldn't offer them coffee, but they'd come with their own travel
mugs. They weren't much for conversation, though they weren't bad men and
women; they just had a very large job to do.

"We've done what we can

ahead of time with the satellite imaging," the Head Surveyor said to me.
"But we've got to plan out the development of this entire area in the most
efficient building plan possible. They want houses built and livable
ASAP."

And that was where I came in.

That promise I'd made to Agents Grierson and Walters had included my help with
the surveying. Now it was time to give the grand tour.

"I'll head out with them

this morning," I told Leo. "I'll start with the front loop trails
down to the highway and back. You want to show them the Arrowhead trail after
lunch, and I'll take them up the ridge after that?"

"Yeah, works for

me," Leo said. "I'll go check on Erica."

"Um... maybe I should do

that," I said.

"Why? Is something

wrong?" Leo asked.

"No, dude... she's just,

uh..." I stammered.

Leo's eyes went wide and he

clapped his hand over his ears. "Nana nana" he sang, heading back out
of the house towards the barn.

I checked in on Erica; still

asleep. I hesitated a moment, leaning over her in the bed, but went for it and
pressed my lips to her forehead in a soft kiss. She mumbled something, pulling
the sheets closer to her, and she smiled.

It almost kicked my

adrenaline, and I could hear my heart in my ears as I walked back down the
hallway. When I passed Leo's room I realized that his door was cracked open,
and I could see a shapely and naked leg and foot sticking out from his own
sheets. I was tempted to peek further, but that feeling of creepiness from last
night struck me again and I closed the door instead.

I was kicking myself an hour

later, deep into the trails with a half dozen surveyors following along and
taking notes as I pointed things out and they asked me questions. It was the
slowest I think I'd ever walked the trails, and the question kept flaring up in
the back of my mind of what I'd missed out on seeing. Leo's girl was living in
my head rent-free right alongside Erica, but now I knew what Erica was
like; the mystery of what I hadn't seen was tantalizing fodder for a brain that
didn't want to think about the overwhelming weirdness of the whole situation.

We were back to the house

around 1pm, and by the time we'd been gone a third trailer had been set up and
there were two more of those big passenger vans, along with a couple of
pickups, lined up in a makeshift parking lot. I didn't notice any of it, or the
people working, and I didn't even answer the last question one of the surveyors
was asking me because I was jogging for the house.

Erica was standing there on

the porch in low hip-hugging jeans and a tight band t-shirt under one of my
unbuttoned flannel shirts. She had a beer in each hand, one opened and half
empty, the other cold and sealed.

I could see the emotions play

across her face for a moment as I walked up quickly, and she opened her mouth
to say something but I didn't want to hear a smart remark or a question. I
wrapped my arms around her and I kissed her.

She kissed me back, her arms

crossing behind my neck as she pulled me deeper to her. Her tongue and mine met
and teased for a long moment, and I reveled in the feeling of her in my arms.
Her chest crushed against me, soft and firm, and her belt buckle pressed into
my crotch as she melded herself to me.

A whistle, sharp and

catcalling, sounded from somewhere behind me and I could feel Erica shift both
beer bottles to one hand. I had no doubt she was flashing them the finger with
her free hand, and the laughter from the construction workers confirmed it.

Eventually we had to stop,

and I held her by the waist as our faces pulled away.

"Well, I guess that

answers most of my questions," Erica smirked at me.

"I've got a few of my

own, but you're not slapping me so that answers most of mine," I said.

She pursed her lips and

brought her beer hand down between us. "Leo said you've had a long
morning. Up for a nooner?"

"God yes," I said.

"But I've always had a different definition of 'nooner.'"

"What, you think I mean

the beer?" Erica asked. "No, baby. I want you to,”

"Ahem," a voice

interrupted, and I turned to see who had approached us. "Sorry to
interrupt." The girl, and I couldn't call her more than that because she
looked like she couldn't have been more than twenty-three despite the tattoo across
her neck, was wearing a rough sweater and one of those orange construction
vests, along with a dinged-up blue hardhat with about dozen peeling stickers on
it and her jeans tucked into her steel-toed work boots. She had some vaguely
Latina features, mostly in the lips, but was pale where she wasn't tattooed.

Erica's arm immediately went

around my waist, and I lowered mine to hers as we held each other. "No
problem," Erica said. "What can we do for you?"

"I'm Vanessa," the

girl said. "Are you Harrison Black?"

"Yeah, you found

me," I nodded.

"Alright, cool,"

she said, looking me up and down. Erica's hand at my waist scratched my side
playfully, and I lowered my own from her hip down to her ass, slipping my
fingers into the back pocket of her jeans and cupping it firmly. "Well,"
Vanessa continued, "I'm the Foreman for the general laborers on site right
now, and we've already gotten a laundry list of our daily jobs done so I need
to start getting my guys into the house."

"I'm sorry?" I

asked.

Vanessa sighed and then

smiled in a knowing sort of way. "No one's talked to you about the day or
week plans, have they?"

"Not really," I

said. "I've been out with the surveyors all morning."

"Yeah, that sounds about

right for this clusterfuck," Vanessa shook her head. "Well, orders
are that everything that's currently in this house, and that barn, and anything
else on the property that needs to, is hitting those sea cans in the backyard
by sundown tomorrow. Demo on this place hits bright and early the next morning
and everything not packed up is getting carted the fuck off."

Vanessa, it turned out, was a

straight shooter. It just took me a second to wrap my head around everything.
Erica took charge while I followed along. I'd figured I had weeks, maybe
months, before demolition. This wasn't the hurry-up and wait I'd been
expecting. This was all hurry, all the time.

Leo went out with the

surveyors, and I started answering a million questions for Vanessa while she
directed five big, burly guys as they began unloading my house into boxes, and
hauling those boxes out to a pair of storage containers that had been brought
in on trucks and plopped down near the back of the wide clearing that had been
the 'backyard' for generations. Erica, I realized, was helping manage me more
than anything else. Keeping me on task, keeping me focused. She helped me
reminisce quickly a couple of times, helped me make decisions about what
actually needed storing and what could get thrown out.

I was getting a brand new

house, fully furnished, courtesy of my contract. Did I really need the shitty
TV stand or the ratty couch sitting on the back porch? No. Did I want to keep
my grandmother's freestanding jam cupboard? I couldn't picture it anywhere else
other than where it was in the house, I'd never even seen a piece of furniture
like it in another house before. But it was an heirloom piece. Was I supposed
to keep that? Yes, Erica helped me. Yes, keep the heirlooms, even if they seem
odd or silly. Just know what's an actual heirloom and what's not.

"You're doing

well," she told me, stopping me at the foot of the stairs.

"You're a good

boss," I smiled, reaching my free hand around to hug her to me. I was
carrying a pair of bedside lamps in the other.

She frowned and shook her

head. "I'm not your boss. And I don't want you to think I'm being bossy,
and I definitely don't want you to start thinking of me as some nagging
mother figure."

I laughed and shook my head.

"Never. E, you're just a natural manager. Of people, or situations. I
needed a minute, not an hour, and you helped me get on track way faster than I
would have without you. Plus," I grinned, and let my hand slide up from
around her waist to softly take her tit in my hand and squeeze playfully,
"Ain't nothing of a 'nagging mother' about you."

She smirked and bit her lip as

I squeezed her braless tit a little more firmly. "Well, good," she
said, and rubbed the front of my pants. "And thanks for the very weird
compliment from my b,” She stopped short, eyes going a little wide.

I chuckled and leaned down to

kiss her cheek, then her lips. "You can say it. I'd be happy to."

"I've never said that

so fast before. It hasn't even been a day," she said.

"Not officially," I

countered. "But we've also been living together for a couple of months.
And before that we went on casual group dates. We just didn't know it at the
time."

She rolled her eyes but her

grin was everything to me. "Well, if you put it that way..."

I kissed her again.

"God, I want to fuck you," I said.

"Yes, please," she

hummed back.

We separated. I watched her

walking away, the way her ass moved. The way my shirt hung on her.

An hour or so later we'd

gotten a lot of the preliminary stuff cleared up, and after a quick conference
with Vanessa, we decided that the big guys on her team were probably going to
be most useful getting all of Leo's woodworking equipment safely moved out to
the storage containers from the barn. I'd helped Leo move all of those heavier
tools into the barn over the past five years and each one was a son of a bitch,
and we didn't have any forklifts to make it easier.

The guys hadn't been out of

the house for more than fifteen minutes when I was busy taking old pictures off
the walls of the living room while Erica was getting to the ones in the front
hall.

"Hmm, morning," a

warm, honeyed voice said from Erica's direction.

"Uh.... hi," Erica

said, her tone of voice a little shocked but with a weird cadence. I turned to
see who was in the house and nearly dropped a glass picture frame holding a
collage of photos my mother had put together of my sister and me.

The elf/angel girl, Leo's

imprint-person, was wandering into the living room and looking around
curiously. She was as beautiful as the first time I'd seen her, and I figured
she must have taken a minute to touch up her makeup. She had beautiful, pale
porcelain skin, and her wavy chestnut brown hair still had a bit of a messy
'just got fucked' look.

She also happened to be

completely naked except for a pair of sheer panties that left it very obvious
she was shaved to the wood down below. Her tits were so perfect and perky, big
enough on her thin frame to look almost fake but somehow still natural;
either the best boob job ever or the perfect genetic lottery. Her areolas and
stubby nipples, puffed and firm in the cool spring air even in the house, were
the same soft shade of pink as her lips.

"Hey there," she

said, giving me a little smile and a wave. "I think I almost fucked you
yesterday, yeah?"

I coughed. "Um, no.

Definitely not that close."

"Hmm," she smiled,

looking around the chaos of the house. "Well, maybe not, but I definitely
remember wanting to jump your bones. Where can I get some water?"

"Through there," I

pointed her towards the kitchen. "Hey, we didn't actually meet. I'm
Harrison, Leo's roommate."

"Oh, right," the

woman said, then stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. A naked-lady hug.
While I was looking over her shoulder at Erica, who was staring from the
hallway door with an expression between utter confusion and the kind of stare I
could only imagine a 13-year-old boy would have when looking at this same
sight.

I made a 'what am I supposed

to do?' face at Erica, and slowly hugged the naked woman back with one arm,
trying not to think about those perfect tits pressing into my side and chest.

"I'm Danielle," the

woman said. I was struck again by that strange accent that I couldn't place,
elongating some of the vowels and with just a touch of different intonation.
"I got told all about you and Leo by that government lady on the way here.
I guess I didn't realize you wouldn't have gotten the full story."

"Yeah, no. She isn't

really one of our biggest fans," I said. Danielle stepped back from the
hug, with a warm smile. "This is Erica, Leo's twin sister and my, ah"

"Girlfriend," Erica

said, stepping forward. She opened her arms and Danielle happily stepped in for
a hug with Erica as well. Erica looked at me over Danielle's shoulder and
mouthed, 'Oh my God!' "And vaccine partner."

"Oh, god," Danielle

said, leaning away. "Fuck, I wasn't even thinking about that. Are
we supposed to still be careful? We're all vaccinated, right?"

"Very vaccinated,"

Erica said, then looked at me again and smirked. "Very, very
vaccinated."

"You too, huh?"

Danielle asked. "Those orgasms,”

"Out of this fucking

world," Erica nodded.

"Let me get you that

water," I said. I left the two in the living room and went to the kitchen,
taking a moment to adjust my cock in my pants before fetching a cup. Erica was
attractive as all hell, and while I might not have been in love with her
yet, I knew I was going to get there and fast. The physical and the personality
just synced with us like that. But this girl. Woof. She was that
unattainable attractive tier that you saw in movies, or on Instagram.

When I was coming back,

Danielle was slipping on my flannel shirt. "I'm really fine with it,"
she was saying. "I like being naked, and I'm a stripper so I'm used to it.
Honestly, it kind of turns me on."

"Yeah, well there's

about twenty construction workers outside right now and I don't think anything
is going to get done if they catch a look at you, Dani," Erica said.

Danielle laughed and shrugged

while she brought the sides of the flannel shirt up and tied them between her
tits. I don't think my shirt had ever looked better, and somehow she just
effortlessly made it a perfect, teasing shape that hugged her cleavage and slim
torso.

"You're a

stripper?" I asked, offering her the water. "I thought most women in
that business preferred 'dancer' or something like that

"Hmm, only the ones who

are embarrassed about it deep down," Danielle said. She took a sip from
her glass. "But I made $300k American last year as a stripper, so
why should I care what other people think of me? I'm a businesswoman and
entrepreneur, and I work hard to make sure my product is amazing. And my
product happens to be stripping off my clothes and making guys cream their
pants."

I almost choked on my own

spit as Danielle casually dropped her tax bracket. "You made that
much?"

"Oh, you must not be a

strip club boy, are you?" Danielle smiled at me.

"He will be," Erica

said, chuckling.

"I will?"

"Oh yeah, baby,"

Erica said. "Half of my best clients are strippers. I'm a tattoo artist,
by the way," she said to Danielle, then smirked at me again. "Once
the world opens back up, I know some babes who are going to rock your world. I
can't wait to see the look on your face!"

"Well, it's always nice

to find a discerning lady-fan of the art," Danielle said. "Honestly,
women always make the best fans. Guys shell out more cash, but women just
appreciate us more."

The front door of the house

opened and Vanessa walked in, stopping as she saw Danielle standing between Erica
and me in nothing but my shirt and her panties.

"Fuck, sorry," she

said, and she looked like she was going to head right back out the door, then
re-thought that and stayed where she was. "Um, Harrison, we could use your
help out in the barn. Any shot we can get that old tractor running to move the
planer?"

"We can try," I

said. "I didn't need it to plough the past couple of winters since the
ATVs did the trick. I'll see if it'll turn over."

I left Danielle in Erica's

hands; something which both brought chub-inducing pictures to mind, but also
just a touch of jealousy considering the open lust my now-girlfriend was
showing for her twin's vaccine-fuck-friend.

We really need to figure

out some terms and definitions, I
sighed.

The tractor, in fact, did not

turn over. It was deader than a doornail. With enough leverage and muscle
power, we managed to get Leo's big planer; which he had thankfully already
prepped for moving; onto a trailer we used with the ATVs and carefully towed
the sucker with two guys on either side to keep it balanced and upright.
Vanessa shooed me away after that, telling me to go keep packing up the
valuables and let her paid gorillas do the heavy lifting. The big laborers all
grumbled good-naturedly at her name-calling, and as I was leaving them I heard
one trying, "Me Tarzan, you Jane."

"Yeah, and I'll Jane you

right in the mouth if you start trying to hit on me, Tarzan," she replied.
"I don't shit where I eat, unlike you goddamned animals."

Back in the house, Erica was

helping Danielle start packing Leo's things up in his bedroom, so I went back
to work cleaning out all the corners of the house. The one thing I realized was
that I didn't actually need to be neat about anything. The last time I'd
moved, when Leo and I had left our place back in Portland and come up to the
homestead, half of the bother was cleaning everything up to make sure we got
our security deposits back.

This place was gonna get

knocked over in two days, so what was the point of cleaning?

I'd been trying to find time

to sneak Erica to somewhere private, and maybe to fool around a bit now that that
was part of our relationship, but Danielle was too full of questions. If she
wasn't chatting with Erica, she was asking me all sorts of questions about the
house, my family, and the deal with the land and the vaccine. I was happy to
chat with her as we packed up the kitchen, or while she helped me as I handed
her things out from the little root cellar under the house, but that smile and
those eyes were hard not to get distracted by. Not to mention the braless
cleavage in my shirt and her toned, bare midriff and legs since she only
bothered to slip on a pair of booty shorts to complete her outfit.

It turned out that Danielle

had known about the vaccine longer than any of us by about a day and a half.
The Government, whichever agency was running the whole thing, had gotten her
contact information from a couple of the strip clubs in Portland where she'd
been scheduled to work before the lockdown. Danielle was the kind of girl who
took risks, so she immediately signed up to be a Phase 2 tester for the
vaccine; Portland was one of three secondary trial locations across the country
in 'Phase 2.' She'd asked around once she got tested and entered the Quarantine
Hotel, and it turned out most of the women who'd been contacted had been sex
workers of one sort or another; strippers, dancers, Only Fans models, high-end
call girls, even a few honest to god porn stars. Danielle figured whoever was
in charge had decided the sexual nature of the vaccine lent itself more easily
to openly sexual people. It seemed... Well, it seemed weirdly logical to me,
but also shady as hell. She'd received the same briefing Erica had, which she
said had felt more like a meeting selling timeshares in Boca than anything
else, had done the questionnaire and then picked a guy out of a list of twenty
photos of her top 'matches'. She remembered seeing Leo on that first list but
didn't remember why she picked the guy she did. They drove her to a big
building in downtown Portland, but she never got out of the car. Her escorts
came back about twenty minutes later and told her the guy wasn't a valid
partner anymore, and she had to pick again. She got a new list, and Leo was on
it.

"I can't help but notice

you aren't asking about him," I said to her as we were carrying the dining
room table across the backyard towards the storage containers, each of us on an
end. "You've gotten half my life story at this point. You're not curious
about the guy you're, well, imprinted on?"

Danielle smiled and shook her

head. "Naw, I had my guy pegged the minute I saw him. I have all the time
in the world to learn the details, I know what I need to know. He's sweet and
boyish, and honest. You should have seen him blush when I walked up and kissed
him. Hah! He didn't know what hit him."

"Neither would I,"

I said. "You're quite the woman, Danielle. Leo's a lucky guy."

"Well thanks, hun. But I

have a feeling you'd know just what to do with me. I could see it in the
way you were standing when I got out of that car yesterday."

"The way I stand?"

I asked.

"Oh, for sure. You're a

big guy. Muscly, but not a bodybuilder. You have that mountain-man vibe with
the longer hair and the beard, but even after a couple of months of quarantine
you still keep it trimmed and neat. And your eyes were looking at everything
all at once. My Dad had eyes like yours, and he was Australian military back
home. A man like you, if he isn't a prick, well... let's just say I've known a
couple of gals with guys like you, and they are quite happy."

We'd set the table down

outside the storage containers and were headed back for the chairs now.
"Well, thanks I guess. Hopefully Erica feels the same."

"Oh, she does,"

Danielle smirked. "She may not realize it completely yet, but the way
she's grinning to herself when she didn't think I was looking? She does."

That little nugget of information

made my heart sing.

"Sorry if it's a button,

but I noticed you said your Dad had eyes like mine. He's gone now?"
I asked.

"Hmm," Danielle

nodded. "Years ago, so don't worry about it. Cancer. I was fifteen and it
hit me hard. Mum got a boyfriend the next summer and within six months of that
she moved us to California and I finished high school in the Valley. I hated
the new guy, and then the guy after that, so I moved back to Sydney as soon as
I could and was planning to go to school there. But then I took a job at a
strip club to pay the bills, and the rest is history. I've been doing it for
five years and did a tour up the east coast of the US last year, so I figured
I'd do the west coast this year."

"Oh, well, I'm still

sorry to hear that. It all sounds tough," I said. "But I guess it's
good you found your... calling?"

"Hah," she laughed.

"Something like that. I'm not like other girls who have specific
ambitions. I've just been banking as much money as I can, while I can, and
having fun doing it. I'm not looking to go to med school, or become a lawyer or
something."

We were carrying the last of

the chairs, and Danielle was telling me a story about her senior year in high
school when Leo came back. It turned out Danielle's accent, a bastard
amalgamation of Aussie twang and Valley girl, was the one thing she disliked
about herself but she was just plain terrible at trying to fix it and it was
because of some traumatic bullying while she'd lived in the Valley. As soon as
Leo came out of the mouth of one of the trails, the chair Danielle was carrying
was forgotten as she dropped it in the middle of the yard and began sauntering
over towards Leo and the surveyors.

She looked like a lioness on

the prowl, and Leo stopped when he saw her coming. The surveyors, about
two-thirds of whom were men, all moved aside to let her past them, watching
with big eyes as she stalked up, knocked Leo's baseball cap off his head and
molded herself to him as she planted a kiss on him that I could feel searing
from across the yard. And she didn't stop. They were kissing a solid thirty
seconds, hands wrapped around each other, before the surveyors backed away and
came towards me, shaking their heads and grinning.

"We need fifteen

minutes, then are you ready to head out again?" one of them asked as they
got near me.

"Sure, sure," I

said. "How many are coming out?"

"All of us," one of

the ladies said. "About... fifteen?"

"Jesus Christ," I

said, shaking my head.

"Hey, big project at

speed. Most of the time you pick quality, quantity, or speed. The government
wants all three, and they are throwing around the kind of money needed to make
it happen right now," the first guy said. "We'll be working like
crazy for the next two weeks getting all the info, then another two handing it
all off to the developer team, then back on site again to make sure everything
is being built in the right place."

I headed back to the house to

get my hiking gear back on. Danielle and Leo had stopped making out and were
talking now, but I could see Leo was holding Danielle's hand while she had her
other on his chest, and he was grinning and nodding along with whatever she was
saying. I smiled, happy for my friend, and went inside.

"Hey," I said when

I found Erica upstairs, cleaning out my closets. "I need to head out in
about ten minutes on another tour."

"Oh yeah?" Erica

asked, turning to face me. She was still wearing that tight t-shirt, her sweat
from hard work making it stick to her a little more. It cupped under her tits,
making them stand out just that touch more, and I could see the bumps of her
nipples in the black fabric.

"Yeah," I said

lowly, and stepped beside her, offering her a hand to help her up. "And Danielle
and Leo are out in the backyard talking right now."

Erica's eyes lit up as she

let me help her up. "Well why didn't you say so?" she asked, and I
pulled her in to kiss her, feeling her tits press against my chest. She hummed
happily into my lips and slid her tongue across mine. I picked her up without
breaking the kiss and brought her over to the bed, and she lifted her legs up
to circle my waist and cling to me as I laid her on her back. I was leaning
over her and she wrapped her arms around my neck, keeping me close as we made
out.

"Hmm, I want you,"

she whispered between kisses.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Good. I want you, too."

"How bad do you want

me?" Erica asked me.

"Utterly. Totally. Bad

to the bone."

She snickered and pulled up

her top over her tits, freeing them, and I shifted to quickly mouth over them,
kissing as much of them as I could all at once and as quickly as I could.

"Ooh, baby, baby,"

Erica crooned. "God, you make me feel so sexy."

"You are sexy," I

said, pulling away from her tits and mauling them with my hands as I lifted my
lips back to her. "Deadly sexy. Femme fatale. Boss bitch."

"You say the nicest

things," she laughed. "I'm glad you aren't freaked out by all of
this."

"Oh, I'm freaked out

more than enough," I said to her, pausing our kisses to press my forehead
to hers and looking down, meeting her eyes. "The entire world stopped, and
now it's going faster than it ever has before, but you Erica Lacoste are enough
to make me not care about any of it."

She cupped my cheeks with her

hands, then ran her fingers through my beard and pulled me down to her, kissing
me hard as she kept her eyes open, looking at me through the soulful, hungry
kiss.

There was a bang downstairs,

the back door opening and closing, and we could just hear the muffled sounds of
Leo talking with Danielle.

"Fuck," I said, as

Erica let go of my beard and our kiss ended.

"Fuck," Erica

groaned. "Fucking Leo."

Erica straightened herself

out, getting her shirt back on properly and standing back up, while I
straightened my hair a moment and pulled it back and then changed into a new
shirt. I caught Erica eyeing me up from across the room while I was shirtless,
and she didn't even blush or look away. "Yummy," she said and winked.

"You're trouble like

this," I said with a smirk.

"You don't know the half

of it," Erica said. "I feel like I've been set free. The only thing
keeping me from tearing your pants off is the thought of my brother being in
the next room."

That made me laugh, and as I

got myself together and was ready to head out I kissed her one more time, one
hand squeezing her ass and pulling her into me as I held the back of her head
with the other.

"Ugh, you bastard,"

she said when we separated. "You keep getting better at kissing me."

"Just taking your

cues," I said. "Fuck you like I hate you, right?"

"Did I say that?"

Erica thought. "God, everything yesterday went so fast."

"Actually, I think you

said you wanted someone to love you, but who fucks you like they don't. I
figured that went for steamy kisses, too."

"Oh, it certainly

does," Erica said, one finger tracing down her boob and nipple over her
shirt. "But now I'm going to need to change panties, you bastard. God,
you're leaving me here soaking wet."

"I prefer to think of

you as simmering for later," I smirked, and she scoffed and threw a sock
at me as I left the room.

The tour with the Surveyors

was slow going, but it was late in spring and we had plenty of light left to
us. Leo had taken them along a bunch of the lowlands areas, so I took them up
the other side of the property, pointing out some of the ponds and a couple of
old growth copses of trees. There was a solitary Redwood on the property which
they all agreed would be a shame to lose, and I pointed out some other big,
ancient trees that served as landmarks. Deep into the hike we reached the
Spring Pond, high on one of the rolling hills near the back of the property,
and I showed them where I wanted mine, my sisters and Leo's houses to be built.
I didn't much care how they organized the lots, but the Spring Pond fed down as
a stream into the Nehalem River that bordered the property, and it had sweet,
pure water that had been a swimming hole for my family for generations. Other
than the old House itself, this was where the Black family had made their mark.

It helped convince the

Surveyors when I pointed out that my family graveyard, dating back more than a
hundred and fifty years, was an acre up the slope overlooking the pond. At the
mention of a Native burial ground I could almost see all of them shudder, not
in fear of spiritual consequences but of Red Tape. I had a feeling this
particular project wouldn't actually care one shit if they came across
potential burial grounds, but all of these folks had horror stories of major
projects getting stalled for months, or even years, by old bones in the ground.

The sun was setting over the

hills when I led them back down, having reached the very far edge of the
property and pointing out the markers my great-great-grandfather had erected
prior to the first World War. It was twilight during the last few minutes of
the hike, and despite being veterans of their work I could tell the long day of
heavy walking, questions, and note-taking on the move had drained them all. As
they left, trudging around the house back to their work trailers to file away
their notes, I saw Vanessa just shutting off the light in the barn.

"Hey, how'd it go

today?" I asked.

"Good. Better than I

hoped, actually," she said, grinning widely. "How's it going in the
house with your wife and... who was that?"

"Erica's my girlfriend,

and that's kinda new, and Danielle is; well, it's a long story. How's a beer
sound?" I asked.

"That sounds fucking

great, actually," Vanessa said. She checked her watch and then nodded.
"I've got some time. I'm technically off shift already, we just don't have
any time clocks or anything set up yet. I sent the boys back in the van about
fifteen minutes ago, I'll take my truck back to the motel when we're
done."

I fetched out a couple of six

packs from the fridge inside, and Leo and I went and dragged the metal fire-pit
back out of the storage containers where one of Vanessa's 'gorillas' had stored
it away. Soon enough I had a fire crackling away on the back porch, and Vanessa
was sitting in one of my lawn chairs while Erica and I lounged on that old
beat-up couch that was going to be demolished along with the house. Leo had
planted himself in the heavy wooden Adirondack chair he'd built for himself two
years prior, and Danielle had happily slipped over the wide armrest to sit on
his lap, her legs dangling over the side as she cuddled up to his chest.

We filled in Vanessa as we

went at our first beers, giving her the rundown on my background and the house,
and Leo and I being roommates, and that naturally led to talking about the
chaos of the last two days, and Erica and I getting together because of the
vaccine. Danielle chipped in and filled in some of the details from her end
when it came to the vaccine stuff, but mostly she spent her time in the
conversation occasionally whispering to Leo, making him blush and grin.

Eventually, she kissed him,

then rotated on his lap and slowly stood up, her ass practically brushing
against his face. "Well, it's late," she said, smirking naughtily and
knowing full well that we knew what she was doing. "I guess I'll head to
bed. It was nice to meet you all today, see you in the morning."

She sauntered back into the

house as we replied with our own good nights, Danielle's hips swaying, ass
flexing in her booty shorts.

Leo made a show of yawning

and stretching. "Aww, yeah. I guess it is a little late,”

"Oh, shut up, Leo,"

Erica said. "Just go have sex, already."

He at least had the decency

to blush as he scampered out of his chair and followed Danielle into the house.

Vanessa shook her head and

laughed. "Honestly, I wouldn't have believed you all if you'd told me this
stuff last week," she said. "The only reason I believe you guys
haven't been together for years, all four of you, is because this entire job
has been so fucking weird."

"How's that?" Erica

asked. "It can't have been wilder than us."

"Well, before all the

Quarantines kicked in, my Pops was one of the General Managers on an expansion
project out in North Dakota for a potash mine. Big sucker, billion-dollar
industrial construction project, right? It was so hard to get workers in that
area for such a big project, they were paying people to fly out and work
two-week shifts, then fly home again for a week. Projects like that bleed cash,
it's why I went right into construction after high school. It's not what I want
to do forever, but the money is fucking awesome."

"How long have you been

at it?" I asked. "It sounds like a tough life."

"Work hard, play

hard," Vanessa shrugged. "I've been doing mostly industrial
construction work since I was seventeen, so I guess; damn, nine years
now?"

I did the quick math. That

makes her twenty-six, which was a few years older than I thought she was.
I'd assumed she was early-twenties at best when I first saw her.

"Anyways, I was working

the same job 'cause Pops brings me and my brothers in on any jobs he can, and
not just 'cause of nepotism shit but to be honest that's part of it. He just
knows we get our work done and can handle managing some of the idiots who cycle
through those sorts of big projects. Anyways, quarantine gets announced and
everyone's getting sent home, and Pops gets this mysterious call that says he
should keep his schedule open, and to take the quarantine seriously. He tells
me and my brothers this, so I shutter up in my little condo and he does in his,
but my brothers just keep on with life for a while. Then, like a week ago, Pops
gets the call; a massive job, best pay he's ever been offered, to manage the
construction of this place. Not only that, he's got carte blanche to hire the
best people he can find, they just need to agree to all these rules, and they
need to test negative for the virus. Well, turns out my brothers both sucked at
quarantine, and they both pop positive. One of them, Terry, is sick like with
the cold, but Blake is pissed he's missing out on this job because he doesn't
have any symptoms."

We were all running low on

beers, so I went and fetched more before Vanessa continued. When I went inside,
I could hear muffled talking upstairs, but a giggle and a shriek followed me
back out the door. As I settled back on the couch with Erica she sighed,
because we heard a long moan muffled from upstairs.

"Please," she said,

"continue, and drown that out."

Vanessa laughed and shook her

head with a smirk of chagrin. "I'll try. So where was I? Right, so Pops
immediately hires his go-to Managers, along with his best foremen, other
than my brothers, and that includes me. Some government people are running HR,
and we all get these flights out here and shuttled to these motels across the
area. For the last week, we've been doing everything by email and phone calls
from our own motel rooms, stuck in a mini-quarantine and getting fed meals on
trays at our doors, while we did a couple more tests to make sure no one
brought in the virus. Good thing they were that thorough I guess because a
couple people popped and got sent packing. Then yesterday we got the word, and
everything is moving at light speed. The land is ours, ready to go. Get it
done, the money is ready."

"They didn't say

anything about the vaccines to you all?" I asked.

Vanessa shook her head again,

this time more definite. "Not a word. They haven't said anything about why
they were in such a panic to build this place, either. From everything we can
gather, it's mostly just a subdivision of really nice houses. I mean, we've had
our guesses, but nothing real."

Erica squeezed my leg just

slightly, and I could tell she was warning me from saying anything. I hadn't
signed any NDAs or anything, but the Agent's words echoed in my head a bit. Who
would believe you, anyways? I didn't need Erica to remind me, but I also
knew she was acting on instinct and didn't mean anything by it.

"That's a big piece on your

neck," Erica said, changing the subject. "The work looks clean, too.
Can I see it?"

Part of our whole side of the

story had mentioned to Vanessa that Erica was a Tattoo Artist in Portland, so
the subject change didn't take Vanessa by surprise. "Oh, thanks. And yeah,
for sure," she said. She sat forward on the lawn chair and tilted her chin
up while pulling down the front of her sweater. Her neck, across the front and
up the sides, was dominated by a bird of prey tattoo in oranges and reds with heavy
black outlines and an almost heraldry style look to it. I almost thought it was
too much; the line of Vanessa's neck was attractive and lean to match the rest
of her petite body. But it also matched the rest of her rougher, country-punk
style.

Erica, for her part, also

leaned forward as she examined the tattoo by firelight. "The line work is
great. Very clean traditional American style. Who did it?"

"Eddie Van Zan. He's a

guy out in Vegas, I got him to do it over two weeks," Vanessa said,
turning slightly to make sure Erica could see all the details. "I really
liked his take on traditional stuff. Most of my tattoos are traditional
American."

"I've heard of him

before," Erica said. "I think I might follow him on Instagram,
actually. What drew you to traditional American? I'm more of a New School
artist, but I've dabbled."

"Oh, I don't know,"

Vanessa shrugged. "I liked the clean lines, mostly. Not that other tattoo
styles don't have that, but it just has a certain feel for me."

"Yeah, I know what you

mean," Erica nodded. "It does have a certain taste to it. I've got
one piece I let a guy do, maybe twelve years ago when I was an apprentice just
starting out." Erica stood up and pulled up the leg of her sweatpants,
which she'd changed into to come out to the fire. On her calf was a wolf tattoo
in a similar style, the head snarling up at a moon. "He's an ugly
motherfucker, but at least the line work wasn't jacked up and the color has
stayed saturated."

"That's not half

bad," Vanessa grinned. "Does he have a name?"

"Limbo," Erica

said, sitting back down. "Cause he's living between my decision to keep
him or get him lasered off to make room for something else."

"Oof, that's something I

never want to do," Vanessa said. "That laser shit scares
me."

"The technologies improved,"

Erica said. "It still sucks, but it's gotten better. Do you have any other
cool pieces?"

"Little stuff on my

legs, kind of collections like it looks like you have," she said.
"Plus a big piece on both my hips, and obviously my finger tattoos."
I'd noticed them but hadn't taken a close look; each of her fingers had symbol
tattoos between each knuckle. Her left hand had card suits and A, K, Q, J,
while her right hand had some symbols that didn't mean anything to me.

"Ooh, can I see your hip

pieces?" Erica said. "I haven't seen many really big traditional
Americans done other than big chests or backs."

Vanessa hesitated but nodded.

"Sure, why not? We're all friends here, I guess." She unbuckled her
belt, then unzipped her jeans and pulled them partially down. She was wearing a
utilitarian thong, nothing too skimpy. On her left hip was a peacock in that
same thick-lined, indelible style and coloration, while on her right was a
woman's face in a realistic greyscale style that looked like she was carved
from stone, with cracks and moss built up from age. I also noticed that, under
her thong waistband, Vanessa had a thick length of scar below her hipline,
across her midsection. 'Survive' was tattooed just above it.

"God damn," Erica

said, leaving the couch altogether and going down to one knee. She got close to
Vanessa's body, leaning in and studying the line work on both tattoos.
"You pick great artists," she said. "This statue profile is
beautiful, and the placement is great." She moved Vanessa, hands on the other
woman's hips, and turned her to get a better look at the peacock. This happened
to turn Vanessa's ass to me, which was delightfully pert despite her skinny
frame. The Peacock's feathered-out tail spread halfway onto one of her cheeks.

"Thanks," Vanessa

said, beaming. "I really try to take my time and pick who works on me.
I've got the cash, so I figure I can be picky about it."

"Absolutely, girl,"

Erica nodded. "Never let anyone tell you differently."

Erica kept rotating Vanessa

until she was face on with her again, looking at both of her hips as well as
the scar and 'Survive' tattoo. She reached out and touched the scar lightly,
and looked up at Vanessa with a soft, sad smile. "I've seen plenty of
these, too. Hysterectomy?"

Vanessa sighed and nodded.

"Yeah. Ovarian cancer when I was fourteen."

"Survive, indeed,"

Erica nodded.

I hadn't said anything

through the exchange and felt like I would be butting in on a moment between
the two women. Erica got back up and sat down, grabbing my hand and holding it
in both of hers while Vanessa tugged up her pants and got her belt back around
her. We chatted for a while more, and the moaning from upstairs died out.
Sooner than later the fire was growing dim and we'd all finished our second
beers.

"Well, I better get going,"

Vanessa said. "Early day tomorrow again, I've probably already pushed it
later than I should have."

"Are you good to

drive?" I asked. "You can stay here tonight if you need to."

"Nah, I'm fine,"

Vanessa said. "Better than fine. Two beers in two hours? I'm practically
stone-cold sober. You two are lightweights; if we were drinking with my
brothers, we'd be through a twelve pack of tallboys by now."

Vanessa said her good nights

and made her way around the house while Erica and I sat in silence, just
watching the dying fire and holding each other until we heard Vanessa's truck
start up and pull away down the driveway.

Erica leaned into me on the

couch as we silently watched the fire take its last few licks before reducing
to embers. At some point, I'd put my arm around her shoulders so her head was
pressed into my chest and I could feel her breathing. The crickets and other
nightlife were humming way out beyond the yard, the only sound. I'm not sure
how long we sat like that, my mind wallowing in the warmth of her and the
lingering fire.

"I would totally fuck

her," Erica said, breaking the silence.

"What? Who?" I

asked.

"Vanessa, who did you

think I was talking about?"

I shook my head. "I

dunno, maybe Danielle? You kind of said it out of nowhere."

"Oh, I would definitely

fuck Danielle too," Erica said. Her head was still pressed to my chest,
leaning into me, but now she brought her hands down onto my crotch, starting to
massage me through my jeans. "That girl is fucking fire in a bottle. But I
was talking about Vanessa."

"What brought that

on?" I asked.

"Other than me getting

her half-naked for you?" Erica asked, turning to smile up at me as she
slowly unzipped my jeans. "Well, she's a cool chick. Has good taste in
tattoos. Works hard, plays hard. Plus she's hot without, like, rubbing your
face in it like Danielle does. Not that Dani can help it. She's exactly the
kind of girl I would have wanted to take out to a bar, get tipsy together and
stumble into bed. And god do I want to do some work on her, she's got great
skin."

As she was talking Erica had

snaked her fingers into the front hole of my jeans, her fingers wrapping around
my cock and squeezing softly, getting a response from me as I started to firm
up.

"I agree with all of

it," I said, my hand around her shoulder lowering to rub her side.
"And the idea of you and her together is like a dream. But why just blurt
that out?"

"Because I wanted you to

know," Erica hummed. She carefully pulled me out of the zipper of my jeans
and slowly started stroking me. "I want you to know that for all I want
that, I want you more. And that I'm definitely open to it. The vaccine people
said I can't get any other man's cum anywhere near me, but they didn't say
anything about other women."

I shifted her, making her

release me as I swung her around so that she was sitting on my lap, straddling
me on the couch. I did this so I could kiss her, crushing her to me with my
arms around her. We did that for a while, her fingers worming between us to get
back on my cock while my hands travelled, squeezing her ass. Eventually we both
ended up shirtless, my hands full of her tits as she slowly jacked me off. She
was the one that ended the kiss, moving down to press her lips to my chest, and
sliding off my lap to go lower.

"I don't need anyone

else," I said as she made her journey. "You're more than enough for
me, E."

She unbuckled my belt and

undid the button, giving her more room to work with, all the while grinning up
at me. "It's not about need, Harri. If you needed it, if you were
the fuckboy I thought you were that first time I saw you, I wouldn't think you
were nearly as attractive as you are." She lowered her lips, taking the
head of my cock into her mouth, and shuddered in pleasure as she kept her eyes
up on mine. She slurped off but her lips stayed close, speaking into it like a
microphone. "God, that first taste; not like last night, but fucking good.
I don't know what it is, Harri, but fuck if I'm going to fight it."

She went down again, lips and

tongue on my shaft, eyes focused on mine.

"Oh, god Erica," I

groaned. I hadn't been celibate in the last five years living out on the
homestead. Leo and I drove into Portland at least once every couple of months
to see our friends there; more in the summer. They came out to see us once in a
while as well. I'd met some women, friends of friends. Had some fun.

Erica, last night, had been

my first encounter in a while though. And it had been amazing.

Erica without the weird

super-orgasms and chemical need for bonding was more than amazing. She was
luxurious.

She worked me over like a

champion boxer, breaking out every trick she knew. Teasing, sliding, slurping,
drooling. Her eyes steamed, simmered, watered and begged. She worshipped my
cock, licking and kissing when it wasn't fully in her mouth.

"Stop," I finally

gasped. I'd been panting hard, watching her work on me, my chest bellowing as I
tried to keep control of myself.

She stopped, leaning back as

she sat on her knees between my legs. This brought her tits back into clear
view for me, and she was smirking with a self-satisfied grin like she'd snuck
in a win against me. It was that look she had when we played cards or board
games, the competitive nature in both of us making her feel like any advantage
was a score of a point.

Time to get on the

scoreboard, I thought.

She whooped in surprise as I

stood and lifted her, throwing her over my shoulder belly down. Erica laughed,
kicking her legs in the air as I caveman carried her out into the darkness and
onto the lawn. I could feel her bare tits pressed against my back, and her
hands scrabbling to hold onto my sides and waist. I walked us right out into
the middle of the yard and slowly lowered her back down, coming down on top of
her as I laid her bare back on the grass.

"Umm hmm," she

hummed her laughter, and I kissed her from above as I started undoing her
jeans. I peeled them off her quickly, Erica shifting her hips to speed me
along, and soon I'd gotten one of her legs out and didn't even bother peeling
the tight jeans from her other calf. Her panties had come down with them,
leaving her naked with her pants hanging off of one leg.

I came up and kissed her

again, one hand wrapping my fingers into her thick dark hair as my other found
her thigh and slid up until I was cupping her mound. I broke the kiss as I slid
two fingers into her immediately; she was sodden, and I wondered if I really
had left her simmering all afternoon and evening. Looking down at her, she was
only lit by the pale yellow light on the back porch from one direction and the
soft white of the moon from the other, highlighting the edges of her with deep
shadows in between. I could see her eyes glimmering, the line of her cheek and
jaw, and the swell of her tits.

"Oh, fuck baby," she

hissed as my fingers started to work inside her, massaging her while I held her
head still with my fingers in her hair. She was groaning wordlessly in extended
hums, her nipples hard in the cool night air and picked out by the lights. Very
quickly the soft squelching of my fingers and her juices began to grow, and she
grabbed my arm as she started to shake as if to say to stop, but she also
slammed her hips upwards trying to get my fingers deeper, wanting more.

We locked eyes in the dark as

I dragged the tips of my fingers over her g-spot again and again, the heel of
my hand pressed against her mound and clit.

"I; I need to

come," she said, her voice cracking as she strained. "I'm going to
come. Fuck, I'm going to come."

"Don't," I said.

"Don't you come yet."

"What?" she asked.

"Don't you fucking come

yet, Erica," I said. "Who said you could come?"

"Baby, please. God,

please, baby!" she said. "Make me come. Let me come. God, I want to
come for you so bad. You're making me; ugh, I'm going to squirt, I can feel it.
I can feel it building, Harri, I'm going to lose it. It's good that we're
outside; fuck, it's hot we're doing this outside. Fuck, baby, please may I
come? Please? Please may I?"

I leaned down and kissed her

in response, breaking after a moment and just saying, "Go." As I
kissed her again she kept her head still, like her lips were locked with mine,
while her body otherwise betrayed her. Legs trembling, arms flung out and hands
grabbing at the grass, I could feel Erica's twat pulse and ripple on my fingers
as she pumped her hips and released a wash of girl cum that splattered my
forearm and hand, dripping down. She released three times as I refused to let
up my finger assault before her hips went still, and her limbs went weak, and
she settled to the ground.

Pulling my fingers out of

her, I laid down beside her for a moment and cupped her cheeks in both my
hands, kissing her softly at the same time as accidentally smearing her face
with her own juices. As the last shocks of her orgasm wore off she had a sloppy
grin on her face, and she rolled over onto her side to kiss me hard.

I pushed her back, rolling

over her as I positioned myself, and she wrapped a leg around my waist as she
pulled the other back, spreading herself open. I was nudged inside before I
knew it; no fumbling, just a smooth and perfect entrance into her tightness.
Pressing, I took her, sliding to the hilt in one push and feeling her wetness
settle around me.

"Erica," I groaned.

"Yes, baby," Erica

moaned back. "All yours. I'm all yours."

I didn't fuck her. I made

love to her. Slow and sensuous, touching her softly, kissing where I could
reach easily. Erica did the same, trailing her fingers along my back, over my
ass. Feeling my arms, my abs.

She came first, softly with

just a small gasp and shudder. Then, without words, she slid up and out from
under me, turning to lay on her stomach so that I could enter her again from
behind. I cradled her under me and she giggled, and sighed, and when I bent my
head down to kiss her cheeks I found they were wet with tears.

"E?" I asked

softly.

"It's Okay," she

said. "I'm just really happy."

I didn't ask any other

questions, just held her for a bit, my cock inside of her.

We talked like that, about

little things. About where we thought we'd be at this point, back at the start
of the year. About people we missed seeing, some of our friends back in
Portland.

Erica talked about worrying

the Tattoo Shop would close permanently; she was just the manager, and the
owners weren't likely to want to cover the rent forever without profits coming
in. I confessed to her that I missed the responsibility I had in the Military
Police, and that the assessment for the Tier system I was supposed to get had
hurt me more than I let on.

When the yellow light from

the porch automatically shut off, I rolled us over so we could look up at the
stars. We weren't far enough away to miss all of the light pollution from the
city, but we had a great view anyways. Erica slowly rode me as we looked up at
the night sky, at the moon looking big in the sky.

When I was getting close, she

got off and remounted facing me, taking her turn to lie on top of me as she
worked her hips. Erica whispered in my ear, dirty things and naughty things.
Things she wanted to do to me. Do for me. Do with me. In the morning I would
remember a single one, they all blended together in a mental tease that
compounded to let me know that Erica was all in on us; her entire sexual being
was mine, and mine was hers.

As I came inside of her she

sighed in delight and kissed me.

"Next time you need to

come somewhere else," she told me as we lay together, both star fished on
the grass on our backs with our heads side by side.

"Any particular

reason?" I asked her.

"Because, boyfriend,"

she said. "You already wrote your name on my cunt. You still have to mark
the rest of me, because I belong to you."

"You know how fucking

much that turns me on, don't you?" I asked.

"I do," she said,

and I could hear the grin on her in the dark. "It turns me on, too."

"Who would have thunk

it," I laughed. "The government made the best dating app ever."

We laughed together, and then

she turned over and kissed me, and found my cock was hard again so she went to
kiss that as well.

"Fuck," I groaned,

slowly peeling myself from the bed as I winced at the sun beaming in through a
break in the curtains.

Erica mumbled and turned

over, pulling the sheet with her.

To be continued, Based on

a post by Break The Bar for Literotica

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