Room w View Ch. 04

"You don't care if I never have sex with a man?" Brittany asked.

"Of course not," she quickly replied. "I only care about you having sex with me."

They embraced and cried in each other's arms.

"Ok, now put him in me and let's do it."

We all laughed. Brittany guided me inside and Tiffany and I fucked until I came.

Brittany again positioned pillows under her girlfriend's butt. She looked at me and bent to take my sex coated dick into her mouth. She cleaned me of the co-mingled remnants of our love-making.

"Well, now I tasted it."

I kissed her. "You're a beautiful and remarkable woman, Brittany."

She beamed and laid back to cuddle her lover.

Sunday was to be our last effort since Tiffany was ending her estimated fertility zone. She had slept over on Sunday night and we screwed when she woke up early Monday morning before going to work. I immediately fell back to sleep and almost didn't make to my office until seven thirty.

I forced myself to leave early Monday night. Arriving home around six, I called down to the girls to see how they were doing.

"Do you think you've got one last go in you," Tiffany said.

"Sure."

"Be right there."

We were in bed and naked ten minutes later.

"Can I ask a favor?" she said.

"More than forcing me to fuck you?" I replied with a big smile.

"Didn't think it was such a hardship," she said.

"It isn't and you know it."

"I know, just kidding you back."

Her face turned serious. "Tonight, could you like make love to me?"

"I thought that was what we were doing."

"No we were screwing. And, believe me, it was great. No complaints."

"But...?"

"But, I want you to kiss me, touch me, fondle me. I want you to make love to me as if I were just a woman."

"What would Brittany say?"

"Brittany doesn't have to know. She's out to a dinner with the news director and the other anchors. I don't want to think of this as cheating, but I really enjoyed our sex. It's been super. I want to have one time that is like a man and woman together, not like a sperm donor and egg carrier. Kyle, I want to let go and really enjoy being fucked."

I thought about what she was asking. I looked at the beautiful and naked body in my bed. My hard dick was a testament to how attractive I found her.

I slipped my hand behind her neck and pulled her face to mine. Kissing her lips, I let my tongue venture out.

She moaned and opened her mouth. I moved my tongue inside her warm cavity. Tiffany responded and in an instant we were kissing passionately. She pushed me back and climbed on top.

My hands moved over her back and cupped her buns, crushing them to force her pussy hard against my erection. She wiggled back and forth to stimulate me even more.

I flipped her over and moved my hand to a breast. She exhaled into my mouth and gasped, "Yes."

I fondled the soft mound and thrilled as her nipple tightened into a hard point. I broke our kiss and moved to take the nub into my mouth. Tiffany's back arched and I opened to take her breast into my mouth. Although I could only accommodate part of her large breast, I sucked hard while running my tongue over the nipple.

I let my hand move between her legs. Sensing the wet warmth, I ran my finger along her slit. She moaned and I pushed inside.

"Yes, yes."

I moved my mouth to her other breast, sucking and softly biting.

Her legs parted and I added a second finger. Pulling from her breast I kissed my way down her stomach. Expecting her to stop me, I kept going until my chin brushed the soft hairs of her pussy. I pulled my fingers from inside and put my mouth on her puffy lips. She grabbed the hand that was inside her and began sucking my fingers.

I pushed her legs wide apart, slipped my hands under her ass and lifted her enough so my tongue could reach the center of her crack. I dabbed at her pink rosebud and she cried out. Slowly I licked up until my juice-covered tongue found her clit. Swirling around it, I opened my mouth and took the hard button between my teeth.

"Fuck, yes," she called out.

I kept the pressure on her clit and reinserted two fingers. I pumped hard while torturing her now tender and rigid clit.

I let my little finger of my other hand play at her butt hole as my fingers continued their thrusting.

"Yes, please, yes."

I paused long enough to push past her sphincter with my pinky. She bucked hard and in her movement buried my finger past the second knuckle.

I pushed my other fingers back inside her vagina, turned my wrist and sought her g-spot. Finding the rough bump, I pressed hard and moved my finger in and out of her backside. I kept biting and licking her clit.

"Oh, god, oh god," Tiffany said. I felt a slight rush of moisture run past my fingers and down to the bed.

Her vagina clinched my fingers and her legs closed on my head.

We lay next to each other on my bed, each of us breathing hard.

"I never thought a guy could make me feel that good with his mouth. Thank you, Kyle."

I kissed her. She smiled and kissed back. We began a hot make-out session. Slowly, Tiffany began kissing down my chest, nibbling on my nipples. I was hard and wanting.

"Kyle, please keep what I am going to do absolutely between us."

I promised.

Tiffany began making love to my erection with her mouth. After licking my shaft, she sucked each ball, using her tongue to add pleasurable pressure. Moving back to my tip, she slowly engulfed my entire dick until it hit the back of her throat. Tiffany paused, breathed in through her nose and next I felt myself moving down her throat.

She worked me with both hands, tongue and lips. It was one of the best blow jobs I had ever experienced.

"Tiff, I'm really close. If you want me to try to plant a little guy in you, we have to back off."

Tiffany eased off, putting little kisses up and down my shaft. I pulled her up and we kissed.

"Thank you, that was awesome," I said.

"And, thank you. I honestly believe that is the last blow job I'll ever give. I don't think I'll miss it too much, but I will savor—pun intended—this memory."

"Ready to continue," I asked.

Her kiss was all the confirmation I needed.

I knelt and eased Tiffany onto her tummy. Grabbing her hips I lifted her until her backside pointed up.

I aligned my erection with her wet hole and rammed in in one thrust.

"Fuck," she cried.

I moved quickly and pounded her hard. She began responded and pushing back as I moved forward inside her.

I was driven to make her come again and to enable myself to explode inside at the same time.

"Tell me when you're close," I said.

"Getting there fast," she replied.

I looked at the perfect ass cheeks moving back to allow her to take my cock. I raised a hand and swatted her right cheek.

"Aah,' she screamed.

Giving her no time to recover I slapped her other cheek. I placed three more whacks on each cheek as she squirmed and gripped my cock with her vagina. I bent forward, resting my chest on her back.

"Are you close?" I spoke into her ear.

"I'm there," she panted.

I slipped my hand onto her clit, thrust as hard and deep as I could and pinched her clit.

She shrieked and began convulsing. I let my load fly and felt spasm after spasm filled her.

She kept pushing her butt back onto me.

I was still hard.

"Fuck my ass," she said softly.

It took me a second to realize what she was asking. With my cock still in her pussy, I leaned over to my table and from a drawer pulled a bottle of lube that I kept handy for my frequent masturbation marathons.

I squirted a generous dab on her ass crack and around her opening. I used a finger to lube the outside. I squirted another dab and pushed it inside with my index finger. Tiffany made a sound I couldn't describe as my finger moved in and out. I lubed my second finger and slowly added it to loosen the tight muscle.

I pulled my cock from her pussy and covered it liberally with lube. I tossed the bottle aside and pushed my tip to her perfect rosebud.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

I pushed and felt the resistance I expected.

"Take a deep breath and let it out."

I could see her back expand as she breathed in and out.

"Five more and then I'll try again."

After her third deep breath, and just as she was drawing in the fourth, I rammed her. My tip slipped past the muscle and I was a third of the way in.

"Fuck, you said five. That was only three," she called out.

"Works better this way," I said and pulled back only to move deeper this time.

After two more repeated efforts I was totally in. My balls rested near her pussy.

"Ok, Tiff. Here we go."

I began moving faster and faster. She responded and wildly bucked back to accept my cock as it reached far inside.

I didn't think I could come again so soon and told her.

"Just keep doing it, I'm getting there."

I kept a steady pace, although I was quickly tiring.

"I'm going to get your clit."

She nodded and pushed back to eat my dick with her ass.

I took her clit between thumb and forefinger and squeezed.

"Harder," she gasped.

"Cock or fingers?"

"Both, now, now."

I thrust with all my strength and pinched hard on her clit.

I was sure her scream could be heard in every apartment in our building. This time I felt a gush of liquid spew from her pussy. I quickly withdrew my cock and she fell face down on the bed. Tiffany did not move. If it weren't for her panting, I would have thought she was dead.

I eased off the bed and went to my bathroom to clean my dick and fingers.

I snuggled in next to her.

"So, was that what you wanted?" I asked and kissed her ass.

"You bastard," she said, barely above a whisper.

"A bastard in a good or bad way," I asked.

"That is the best fuck I ever had," she said. Turning her face to me, she smiled and added, "With a guy."

"Then I take 'bastard' as a compliment." I kissed her and she crawled into my arms.

"Now, shut up and let's sleep."

I did and we slept until it was time for her to go to work.

***

It was almost Christmas Eve. My work bordered on insanity. Our client was in a manic phase and Martin, I, two other associates and three paralegals were putting in twelve-hour days. On the morning of Christmas Eve, the client called me. He said the president of the company he was trying to take over finally blinked and that they reached an oral agreement along the lines of the latest offer we had proffered. Congratulating me, he asked if I would have Martin call him.

I relayed the info to Martin, who once again groused about the client having direct contact with a 'fucking associate'. I could tell, though, he was quite pleased. He knew the firm would be earning a huge bonus, which meant his end of year bonus would be proportionately big. He waved me away and picked up the phone to call the client.

A couple hours later, he called me to his office.

Sitting with his feet on the desk and puffing on a huge Cuban cigar in violation of multiple company policies as well as state and city ordinances, he motioned me to a chair.

"Anders, we are sitting in the sweetest smelling shit you can imagine."

I tried not to imagine sitting in any kind of shit, but I didn't want to get him off track.

"After talking to Jerome's rival, I talked with their lead attorney. We ironed out the details and I sent him an electronic copy of a memo of understanding. He just sent it back with a fucking signature. I called Agnes and Billy the Fucking Kid. I think I gave them both orgasms. They are planning to have a very merry fucking Christmas."

Agnes was our managing partner and I couldn't conjure up any mental picture of her having an orgasm.

"Congrats, Martin," I said without excess excitement.

"What?" he snarled. "Oh, feeling like you didn't get credit? Listen, Anders, you are still a fucking associate. You can start getting credit when, no make that if, you make partner. Are we clear?"

"Crystal, Martin."

"Good," he said and took a long puff on his cigar.

He opened the credenza behind his desk and pulled out a bottle of Chevas Blue. He grabbed two tumblers and poured generous drinks. He handed me one and we silently toasted.

"Anyway, even without that hot piece of ass to help you out, you did a good job."

I inwardly bristled about his description of Ferry. I tried to disguise my feelings by taking a drink.

"Yeah, so I told Agnes and Billy that you deserved some special recognition."

I wondered where he was going with this.

"I pulled a couple strings and put that dike cunt's tits in a press."

"Who?" I asked getting lost in his slanderous babble.

"Sherman."

Anita Sherman was our CFO. I always suspected she was gay, but never thought of her in the graphic terms Martin used.

"She screamed and moaned, but finally she did what I wanted," he said with a self-satisfied smirk as he refilled our glasses.

Martin picked up an envelope on his desk and tossed it my way. I caught it.

"Open it."

Running my finger under the flap, I peeked in to see a check.

My stomach flipped when I saw it was made out to me in the amount of $10,000. I was so taken aback I didn't say a word.

"Hey, no need to go overboard," Martin sneered.

"No, thank you, Martin. I was not expecting this."

"Yeah, well don't fucking get used to it. But, you did good work. Of course Sherman said it will go onto your total compensation and you'll have to pay taxes, yada, yada, yada. So, have a Merry Christmas."

I finished my drink and stood. I wondered if Martin would stand also or offer me his hand.

He just puffed away and waved.

On my way back to my office I ran into Agnes.

She smiled and offered me her hand.

"Congratulations, Anders, I understand you and Martin closed the deal."

Suppressing the urge to tell her that I did most of the work and that Martin almost fucked it up twice, I said "Yes, signed and delivered."

"Good work. I assume Martin gave you the envelope?"

"Yes, thank you. I don't know what to say."

"Well, being managing partner has its perks. I only had to threaten Martin with his manhood if he didn't agree to sign off on the bonus. He was doing his regular bitching about new associates not deserving anything. I know that you busted your ass on this deal. The client loves you and we will earn generous fees for years to come. $15,000 is not a lot to show our appreciation."

"That fucking prick," I thought. "Not only did he not want to give me a bonus, he didn't give me everything I should have gotten."

"Well, Agnes, I will be putting it to good use."

She shook my hand again and hurried down the hall.

Back in my office I looked at the check again. "Oh yeah, Martin, you'd better watch your fucking back."

***

Tiffany and Brittany decided to marry on New Year's Eve. I had gotten my JP and helped them with the details of a marriage license. It was still relatively new in our state to have a same-sex marriage.

The girls reserved the club room in our apartment building. They would have a simple ceremony and then there would be a small reception. Although they were not deep in the closet, they did not want all their colleagues and their viewing audience to know they were getting married. I assumed that many of the male-dominated audience for the news had fantasies about these two beautiful women who greeted them every morning.

In addition to their families, they said that Shari and Anu would be there. They were also including a few close friends from the building and from their outside connections.

Tiffany called a couple days before the wedding and asked if they could come up. She said they wanted to review their vows with me.

Welcoming them in and sharing hugs and kisses, I thought I never saw two people more in love with each other. They held hands and a soft glow emanating from their faces.

We reviewed their vows and how the ceremony would go. Opening a bottle of wine, I told them how much in love they looked. They held hands and made eyes at each other.

"I think I might be pregnant," Tiffany said.

"Uh, isn't kinda early to tell?" I asked.

"Yeah, I should wait until when my next period should start. Then, I can do one of those pee tests. But, I just feel it. So, how about a glass of club soda?"

"Absolutely. Wine for you, Brittany?"

"Please and make it a big one."

Tiffany's was beaming. She wanted to be pregnant and it was obvious she wanted it in a big way.

I didn't want her to get her hopes too high and then be disappointed.

"Well, if it didn't work out this time, we can try again."

Brittany looked at me. "So, you didn't mind?"

Being the night before their wedding, I hesitated to engage in this discussion.

"You know I really like the both of you a lot. I am still honored that you thought I could be a good donor for your child."

"Nice to hear," said Brittany, "But you did like screwing Tiffany, right?"

"She's a beautiful woman, as you are, too. So, yes, it was sexy, pleasurable and..." I paused. "Terrifying."

An arched eyebrow meant Brittany was looking for more.

"I had to perform in front of you. I know how much you love Tiff and I could only imagine the conflict you felt watching her be intimate with another person, with a man. That was terrifying."

Brittany nodded. "Kyle, in spite of that dumb thing between your legs, you are a decent person. And, if we need to try again, I'm one hundred percent behind you."

Trying to ease the seriousness of our conversation, I said, "What will you be doing behind me?"

She screamed and hit me with a pillow from the couch. "You are such an asshole."

We all laughed and relaxed. I wasn't sure if I wanted Tiffany to become pregnant or if I really wanted to have sex with her again. Either way, I knew I hoped it worked out for these two women. I had grown to like them so much.

I lay in bed that night and tried to sort out my feelings. I was genuinely happy for Tiffany and Brittany. They would make good parents. I probed to see if I had any feelings about fatherhood. If I were to be completely honest, I had mixed feelings. I was proud that I was able to try to make Tiffany pregnant. I was also relieved that I was not going to have to raise a child. Well, at least not do it at this point in my life.

Thinking about children and the impending wedding made me wonder about Ferry. In spite of several phone calls and texts, I never heard from her. We had only been together a short time, but I think I felt more for her than any other woman I had ever dated. Was there a real possibility we could have found love and maybe moved to a commitment? I guess I'll never know.

On impulse I grabbed my phone and sent Ferry a text. I told her the wedding would be tomorrow and that Tiffany and Brittany had asked me to officiate. I ended with by saying I was thinking of her.

Staring at the ceiling in the dark, I also thought about Artemis and Dido. They still weren't home. Artemis had called me and said that she was taking Dido on a skiing trip in the Alps as soon as school was over. I kidded her about sharing so much personal information, but she just laughed. We still sexted among the three of us, but often we also just talked. I missed both of them. They were my best friends, other than Brittany and Tiffany.

I knew I should sleep, but my mind was in overdrive. My work load was growing absurd and I easily spent twelve hours a day on my practice. Agnes assured me I was on the partner fast track. Work was becoming my life. I didn't date anyone since Ferry left. If it weren't for TV girls, I would have been officially classified as a monk. Well, a monk who liked to flash.

As the night grew deeper, I realized I also missed the thrill of exhibitionism. I exercised, but now the drapes were closed. I wondered if I would ever rediscover the excitement of having Artemis and Dido as my audience. I couldn't name what made me so excited about exhibitionism. I didn't consider myself a pervert. I would never expose myself to children or to anyone whom I didn't think would also enjoy it. Still, the jolt I got when I knew Artemis and Dido were watching me was as powerful a drug as I could imagine. Recalling the first time I got naked for Tiffany and Brittany I felt my dick grow hard.