24 comments/ 431352 views/ 218 favorites CvsN 01: Convenience Vs. Need By: Tx Tall Tales When Karen first started working with us, I didn't give her that much attention. She was quite a bit older than me, almost 30, and rather plain. She had a kid and a live-in boyfriend. Not exactly what a guy 2 years out of college, and fresh out of his first serious relationship would consider part of the talent pool. Most of the 20 or so people in the office were older than I was, and they were often eager for news of my dating life; seemed like the whole lot of them lived vicariously through me. They were certainly full of advice, most of which I blissfully ignored. I'm sure I kept them entertained with my shenanigans. I may not have been the world's most successful Romeo, but it was certainly not for lack of trying. And I did have my successes. When Karen was tasked to work with me on a new small project, things started to slowly change. The only other person on this project was Brenda, a thirtyish chubby married brunette who was a bit of a prude. Karen would grill me on my dating, and would talk openly of sex. Brenda would act offended, but always managed to stay close and soak up the conversation. There was some friction between the two of them, both being new, and I think Karen went a little overboard just to bug Brenda. Our discussions got more and more overtly sexual and even included some minor office grab-ass. One thing lead to another, and soon I had Karen giving me hand-jobs in the closet at work, after hours, and on the way back to the office from lunch. She wouldn't do anymore, she said, since she was living with a guy. Our conversations were very personal and she had confessed to me almost every detail of her life. She lived with the guy for convenience. She rented a small townhouse she could barely afford. With him as a roommate, she had a little extra cash. She couldn't really rent out the only other bedroom, since that was her 6-year-old kid's room. She was usually strapped for cash, and didn't enjoy our work that much, but it paid the bills. Her sex life was less than fulfilling. She wasn't a big fan of oral sex - she sort of doled it out to her live-in as a reward for good behavior. She was getting laid about once a week, and doing the oral about once a month. The more we talked about it and how much her boyfriend loved it, and would jump through hoops for it, the more I was convinced I had to move past the hand stage, and into a more intimate sexual relationship. I thought I should have a fairly decent chance since she clearly didn't love this guy, she basically paid him in sex to be her roommate and share the bills. I don't know what it was about this skinny, bigmouth, dirty-blonde but something certainly pressed my buttons. Over a period of several weeks, I had been hounding her to get more intimate. I kept describing to her how badly I wanted to go down on her, figuring if I could get her pants off, there was a decent chance of reciprocation. "You know Karen, we could head to my place for a break. I would love to make you squirm on the end of my tongue," I was teasing her one evening around 7:00pm. She stayed late at work once a week, every Wednesday, since it was the only chance she had to get caught up. Craig, her live-in picked up the kid and watched her on those nights. You can bet I stayed late Wednesdays. "God, Jack - don't say that around here - anyone could hear you," she admonished me. I took her hand and placed it on my ever-present hard-on. "I get so hard, just thinking of licking your pink." "Jack, God! You are so bad. You know I won't do that. You know I'm in a relationship." "And you're telling me you don't want to trade up?" I told her. I'm not sure why I said that. I wasn't really looking for a relationship with her. I just wanted in her pants. I was actively dating other women, and she knew it. In detail. "You don't want an old woman with a kid - you're just horny." She was squeezing my cock through my pants, which was a good indicator. With the place virtually empty, I knew I'd be getting my hand-job soon. "You always make me horny," I responded. I stood up and drew her after me, down the hall, to a small utility room. She came along reluctantly, offering some minimal resistance. It was all part of the game; this had basically become a ritual for us. She entered the room behind me, and I opened my pants. My dick flopped out, hard and ready. She sat on a 10-gallon bucket, and started beating me off. "You have such a pretty mouth..." I started. "No. You know this is all you're getting, now lean back and enjoy." We went through this all the time. Karen normally talked incessantly. This was an odd occasion. She was mostly silent, while she slowly worked her hand up and down my cock. After a few minutes of her quietly stroking my dick, she broke the silence. "Are you still working on buying that house over on Preston?" she asked me, as she worked her hand back and forth. It usually took her several minutes, and she would change hands several times. She had recently taken to letting me play with her breasts while she worked me, in order to speed things up I figured. I opened her shirt, and slipped my hand in her bra. Her nipple was hard as usual. She might fight the game, but she seemed to enjoy it. She just had her own little rules. "Yeah, but the house won't appraise, it's in such bad shape. The lot is great and the foundation and frame is good, but it's only livable on about half the main floor, and pretty much not at all on the top floor. I need to come up with about 8K more to get in it." My hips were thrusting in time to her stroking, and I was feeling pretty good. "You've got the money, just do it." She was in a pensive mode tonight. She often teased my about my relationships while whacking me off, tonight she was a little distracted. She seemed to think I was loaded. I was an engineer, and she was a graphic designer. I made easily double her money, but it still didn't go that far. If I hadn't received a sizable bonus for completing a pretty tough project ahead of schedule, I wouldn't even be thinking of buying my own place. "Yeah but I need the cash to fix the place up. You've seen it. It needs a lot of repairs. At least the kitchen is new. On just my salary, I won't have much cash left over to do all the work it needs." Out of the blue, she leaned forward, and licked the head of my cock. For the first time. Just once, then she smiled a wicked smile and continued the stroking. "Oh, shit, do that again." I begged her. "Did you know Debbie broke up with John?" Debbie was a friend of hers. Another single mom, Debbie was 25, and was a knockout. She tended to be very over made-up, with too much eye-makeup, heavy face powder, and bleached blonde hair, but she was a looker none-the-less. And her body was of the type dreams are made of. I had tried to get Karen to hook me up with her in the past. "Really? Great! You gonna hook us up?" I asked her, leaning forward, trying to get my erection closer to her mouth. I had removed my hand from her tit, and was rubbing the back of her head; of course she knew all my tricks, and twisted away from the encouragement with a little laugh. "Well she's got a problem, she needs a place to live. She moved in with that bastard John, let her apartment go, and now she's stuck. She'll be staying in my living room for a while. Craig isn't happy about it, but I know he'll be trying to get in her pants. Since he hasn't been getting in mine." She leaned forward, and took my whole cock in her mouth, and with her lips tightly circling the shaft, she slowly drew her head back, holding just the head in her mouth for a few seconds, before she let it pop free from her lips. "Jesus. That was nice. Don't stop." I told her, gasping. "How would you like this every night?" She asked me, as she repeated the long slow suck. "Hunh?" I was young and a little slow on the uptake. "I was talking to Debbie. You know my lease expires end of next month. If you bought that house, maybe we could all live together. Debbie could stay home and watch the two kids, and you and I could work and bring in the money." "Karen, I don't even know Debbie, and that would be kind of odd, her in the house..." "I don't mean just live together, I mean LIVE together. We could take turns sharing your bed. We'd each have our own room, but you could have either one of us every night." She was really excited by the idea, and was stroking me really slowly, while almost pleading with me. "Come on, it has 5 bedrooms. What are you going to do with 5 bedrooms? And the extra income would be great for fixing the place up. We could all save money." "Are you serious? What does Debbie think of this?" "Debbie would do anything to stay home and raise kids. She hates working. She wants to be a homemaker. She'll clean, she'll cook, she'll watch the kids, and I'm sure she'll fuck your brains out if you let her be a mommy. I know she thinks you're cute," she said, accenting the last statement with another deep suck. "Oh, that's nice. Suck me off, so we can talk about this more seriously without the distraction." I told her. "Wouldn't you rather fuck me in the ass?" She asked. Like she didn't know. She knew everything I liked and wanted. Man this girl was the queen of the hard sell. She was definitely in the wrong profession. "Are you kidding? Of course! What's the catch?" I asked her. She stood up, unbuttoned her pants and stepped out of them. "Here's the deal. Friday, you give Debbie the keys to your apartment. Then Debbie and I can spend Friday and Saturday convincing you what a good idea this could be for all of us." She bent over, wiggling her ass at me. "No other strings attached. I haven't told her about this little plan, but I know how badly she wants to stay home. And she DOESN'T want to get married again. Both our kids could use a man around the house, and you know that Craig is a pretty sorry excuse for a man. What do you say - is it a deal?" "Friday and Saturday, huh? Why not?" I told her, sidling up behind her, grabbing her skinny ass cheeks in my hand. "Good, now come get a taste of what the good life could be like." She again gave me her mischievous smile. I rubbed my cock up and down across her pussy lips, mostly by feel; she was not one of those who maintained a closely cropped cunt. I slipped my cockhead between her pussy lips, feeling the wet warmth. I couldn't play around too long, I was pretty heated up from the discussion and the work she'd done so far. I pushed up inside her, and she pushed back, with a pleased groan. "God, you have a nice cock, Jack. Damn Craig has a needle-dick. It'll be nice to be filled for a while." "You could have had it at any time." I told her, slowly stroking her pussy. She was pretty wet and the going was easy. "You now I wouldn't cheat on him. Right now we're not even speaking. He's been talking about a new apartment, but I won't discuss it with him. I think he knows that no matter what, after next month it's over. Basically, we're just sharing a roof now. He hasn't gotten any in about 3 weeks. And isn't likely to get any more. Not if I'm getting this," she told me, with another wiggle of her rump. "You wouldn't want your girls cheating on you would you?" Man she was talkative. I was fucking her pretty hard now and it didn't slow down her conversation a bit. I pulled out and pressed the head of my cock up against her tight little brown hole. "You know, I need to hook you up with Krista some time," she was telling me, as I made my first push into her butt. "Ooooh, gentle lover. Take it slow. Oh! That's it. Krista loves it in the ass, she doesn't look like much, but buy her dinner and you'll get some." She was crazy. She just kept on with the conversation. I pushed my cock into her ass, with a series of small thrusts until I was bottoming out. "That's nice right there. You feel so thick in my ass Jack. Can you imagine Debbie licking your balls while you fuck my ass. She'd do it. Ask her Saturday. What do you want for dinner Friday? Or should I just let Debbie make one of her specialties? She's really a great cook." Incredible. Her ass was wonderfully tight. I was fucking my brains out, and she was making dinner plans. I knew I wouldn't last long now, so I started fucking her butt-hole even harder. "Whatever, I figure fur-burger would be nice." "You're so nasty. That's for dessert. I'll have her make one of her favorites. You know you can still date other women. We won't be jealous. Neither of us is really that into dating. I think Debbie needs to get it pretty regular, but I don't think that would be a problem for you, do you?" "Fuck, Karen, your ass is so sweet. I'm gonna come soon. You are so tight." I was really screwing her deep and fast now. I was working up a sweat. I couldn't help but think this would be pretty nice to screw on a regular basis. A little quiet might be nice, but the ass was sweet. "I know you are baby, I can feel it. I like it. Come in my ass for me." She was smiling at me, an affectionate look on her face, nothing like the pure lust I'm sure I was showing. For some reason, she always managed to make me feel like some kid she indulged. I finally exploded, deep inside her, telling her how fucking hot she was. I came over and over, then stood there, breathing heavily, while my cock enjoyed the sensation of her ass squeezing away at me. She was doing some kind of Kegel exercise, and it was like she was milking me dry. "Do you like that, lover?" She asked me teasingly. "That was so sweet, I haven't had a nice dick in my butt for so long. I think I'd like to have you do me like that a little more often. Would you like that baby?" "Oh fuck. That was intense. So Debbie is up for this?" I asked her, the idea starting to do wonders for my previously wilting cock. "Absolutely. I'm sure she'll go for it. I'm telling you, this weekend you better be ready, because she can be VERY convincing." She was still working my dick with her ass. I don't even know how she could concentrate on it while talking. "And if we do this, no teasing right? If I want it, I'm gonna get it?" I didn't want some bait-and-switch game, getting a little action to start, and soon finding myself in the once-a-month blowjob rut. I had grasped her hips and was making some small in-out movements. Karen pulled off my semi-hard dick, and turned on the water in the utility sink, wetting some paper towels. She stuck some between her legs, then turned and used a few more on me, cleaning me up. "Well, I'm pretty sure you'll get as much as you want, but we can discuss that this weekend. I gotta get home; Debbie picked up Ashley for me, and is expecting me. Plus I want to tell her the plans." * * * * When I saw Karen the next day, she was eager to get me alone to talk. It was driving me crazy. I would normally have had lunch with her, getting my rocks off and finding out the information, but some dingleberry had scheduled a lunch working meeting. It wasn't until around 3:00 that I was able to get her to go outside with me for a walk. We headed down to the shore-walk, and ambled along. Karen got straight to the point. "Debbie is SO into this. She was almost crying last night. Don't be a bastard now and take advantage of her because you know how bad she wants this." "Well, Christ! Of course I'm going to take advantage of her." I told her. "I don't mean that. I mean, well, just don't be mean. She really has been fucked over by the last half-dozen guys in her life. She could use a decent relationship for once." "You crack me up. You call this a decent relationship? She doesn't even know me, and she'll be my shack-up sweetie just to stay home and have a roof over her head? While you two take turns warming my sheets?" I laughed. "Don't be an ass. God! You can be a jerk. Think of how bad her life has been, if this is the greatest thing that has come her way in a long time. She's been on her own since she was 17, been a mom since she was 20. I've had good times and tough times, and I know this can work 'cause you're really a good guy; poor Deb is just desperate for some stability of any kind." I had been thinking about it a lot, wondering mostly how I'd explain living in sin with two single moms to my parents. Then again, they were a long ways away, and I could always claim it was a purely platonic relationship, just renting out rooms. Just that morning I had set up an appointment with my realtor for that evening to make my formal offer on the house. I was putting almost 30K down on the house, to be able to get into it. I would be almost broke, but I was determined to get me a tax break. And the potential benefits had finally made up my mind for me. But I wasn't about to let these girls know that. Not yet. "Listen," I told her, "I think you know me pretty well by now. I'm not going to fuck either of you over. I kind of like the idea of this thing. There's some problems to be worked out, but hey, that's what we have this weekend for." I reached across and held out my spare keys. "I know," she told me, as she took them. "You're aura is way too bright and too blue. I know you think I'm silly, but I'm sure we've been together in a previous life. I just know you too well. You've always been good to me." Oh. Did I forget to mention that my friend Karen was deeply into the whole numerology, psychic, and past-lives thing? Sometimes I felt she was a certifiable nut. A fun, cheerful, sexy, certifiable nut. What the hell was I getting into? She reached over and took my arm and held it tight. Almost desperately so. "Please, let this thing work out. I know it'll be great for all of us. Give it a chance." Her head was leaning against my shoulder and we'd stopped walking. We had circled the property perimeter, and were almost back to the building. "I'm going into this with a very open mind. If we can work this out, I think I'd be willing to give it a try. No guarantees - but I'm open to the idea. Let's leave it at that for now." Karen took off at 5:00pm sharp as she did four days a week. I went out and bought a love nest. I won't go into detail, but the house was a shambles. I was getting the place for little more than the value of the land. If I could get it fixed up, it would be worth probably 3 times what I was paying for it. I would be taking possession in less than 3 weeks. At that time only one bath would work, the kitchen would be in good shape and the bedroom on the main floor was livable. My first job was to re-roof the place. Then I could consider the rest of the work ahead of me. * * * * Friday morning, I got up and made my bed - which I rarely did. The night before I had neatened up a bit, so the place wouldn't be a mess. At work I was in a constant state of arousal. Karen was a horrible tease, rubbing against me when we were alone and whispering "Do you think Debbie gives better BJs?" or maybe "Hope you've been taking your vitamins." She even went so far as to say "You know, I've never been with another girl, you're not going to make us do that are you?" I tried to get her to go to lunch with me, but she claimed she had to go out and take care of some personal business. I must have had an eight-hour erection. Let me correct that. Make it two four-hour erections, I finally ended up going into the men's john at lunch and jerking off. I had never done that before, I mean in the men's room, and I was nervous as shit, but my balls were starting to ache. Finally 5:00pm arrived. I never get to work by 9:00, and I never leave before 6:00, but today I was willing to make an exception. I walked out to the cars with Karen. "Debbie is working really hard to make tonight special. Say something nice when you get there," she advised me as we got to our cars. CvsN 01: Convenience Vs. Need "C'mon Karen, I'll be nice to her. Hell she's a beautiful girl; you know my weaknesses for pretty blondes. I'll be nice," I told her, as I climbed into my 924. The poor man's Porsche. She leaned into the car and looked surprisingly sober. "Ok, but I'm serious. She's really insecure and could use some support. Try hard. Believe me, I'll make it worth your while," she made her meaning abundantly clear by reaching in and giving my latest erection, well into it's 5th hour now, a squeeze. (Ok, maybe not quite a continuous erection, but it sure as hell seemed like it.) I decided I could play the gentleman, so I stopped for some gifts, a bouquet of mixed flowers, and two perfect roses, one red and one yellow. I also bought an expensive bottle of champagne, which was pretty extravagant. Ok, so it was on the verge of stupid, a bottle of Dom Perignon, my first. Even though it was my house, I decided to knock on the door. I had seen Karen's car downstairs so I knew she had beaten me there. I had expected as much. The door opened a crack, allowing me a momentary view of deep blue eyes, and platinum blonde hair, and little else. The door closed and the chain was removed. When the door reopened I was rewarded with one of the most exciting views I had every seen in my life. Debbie stood there, her long hair swept to one side, dressed in an apron, with a white teddy underneath it. Debbie was a fan of the tanning beds, and her skin was a warm bronze. The contrast between the white hair and teddy, and her incredible tanned figure, tantalizingly hidden by the apron, was breathtaking. I stood spellbound for several seconds. Finally I could breathe. "My God! You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Her makeup, which normally seemed to come from the Tammy Baker School of Beauty, was subtle and enhancing. She smelled intoxicating. She looked a little scared and nervous. "Is that him?" Karen yelled from the back. "It's me." I answered, louder than necessary as she entered the room, in a black teddy with red trim, and a matching camisole. "Well, if you don't look gorgeous!" I told her as she stood next to her friend. "Flowers? How sweet," Karen added, taking the bouquet from my hand. "Yep, that's for the table, and these," I pulled the two individual roses from the bag with the champagne, "are for you lovely ladies." I held the yellow rose out to Karen, "Yellow for friendship?" she asked as she took the offered gift. "Yep. And red for the lovely Debbie." Debbie flushed prettily, and Karen arched her eyebrows at the implication. Debbie had not spoken a word since I'd arrived. I was wondering just how nervous she was. "There's no thorns on this one..." Debbie noted, observing that I had broken off each and every one. "Of course not. Would I take a chance that anything I did hurt you?" I smiled my best disarming, charming smile. "What smells so delicious?" I asked, sniffing the air, as I stepped inside, headed for the kitchen. I was going to place the bottle in the fridge. The kitchen was spotless. The counters were clear; the dishes all put away. My usual clutter was all set aside. I opened the refrigerator to see it had been cleaned as well. Someone had been hard at work. I removed the bottle from the bag and surreptitiously placed in on its side on the bottom shelf. "I... I'm not much of a fancy cook, I just made a roast," Debbie answered, apologetically. "Did Karen tell you that's my favorite? I just love a good roast. It smells incredible. Man I'm starved." I really was, I had skipped lunch, too busy in the men's room. Karen took me by the arm, "You have to see what this crazy girl has done," she said leading me to the living room. Debbie followed closely on our heels. I was given a tour of my own place. Every room was immaculate, the bathroom was the cleanest it had been in the 18 months I'd lived there. The bedroom was organized, things put away, and the bed was made with new sheets, turned down on both sides. The sheets were not mine. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble. Karen talked incessantly praising Debbie's work, while we did the tour. Debbie hung back; I believe she was embarrassed by the attention. There was still a huge amount of tension in the place, and I wanted to do something about that. I lead the ladies back to the living room, and then I guided Debbie to the couch, where I sat beside her. "Debbie. You have done a wonderful job here. I can't believe how nice you've made it look so fast." I waited for her to comment but she just looked down. "Debbie, are you afraid of me?" I asked her. "She's not afraid she's..." Karen butted in. "Karen, do me a favor. Pour us all some drinks, and please be quiet for just a few minutes. If Debbie and I are going to be roommates some day, we've got to work something out." Karen took the hint, and stepped to my makeshift bar in the dining room. "Debbie, are you afraid of me?" I asked her again. "No. I'm just... I don't know," she was whispering. I reached out and tilted her head up to look at me. "Debbie, you are one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. I want this to work out so bad it makes my teeth ache. If I can buy the house, and get it livable, I'm going to invite Karen and Ashley to live with me. You'll be welcome as well." I reached across and gave her a small kiss on the lips. Her eyes teared up. "Debbie, I'm not going to make you do anything. If we're going to be living together, we have to be comfortable together. Karen and I have this already. Do you understand?" "Yes, I'll do whatever you want," she said so softly I could barely make out the words. "Please relax, and let's just enjoy a dinner together, we can talk about anything except sex. Tonight I'll be sleeping with Karen. You I won't touch. You can stay with us, here tonight, and in the house when we move in. We'll all have our responsibilities around the house. But yours will not include being my sex slave. I will not touch you unless you want me to. Not because I don't want to, I do, I mean I really, REALLY do. But I want us all to be happy. Not just me." She leaned against my hand, holding it to her face. "I can make you happy. I can," she told me anxiously, with a frightened little girl look on her face, scared to death of rejection. I don't know who had hurt this girl, or how. I was afraid she was seriously damaged goods. This could be a really bad situation. But as great as the challenge seemed, to a 23-year-old young man, the reward seemed far greater. Not understanding failure, I was going to try to make this work. "I know you can." I told her, pulling her close and stroking her hair. She shivered under my touch. Karen had seated herself on the far side of Debbie, and placed three drinks in front of us. Looked like gin and tonics. "The best way you can make me happy is serving me up some dinner. I am famished, and everything smells so good." It was like I had hit a switch. Debbie jumped up and went to the kitchen. Now she was finally talkative. "It's going to take at least five minutes. You guys enjoy your drinks while I ready the meal. Just give me a sec." It seemed like her homebody persona was a comfortable one for her. That, I was guessing, would be the bridge to everything else if this were to work out. "That was nice," Karen told me softly, as she scooted over next to me. "Baby, I've had a hard-on since I got up this morning. Seeing you two in these outfits hasn't helped," I reached out and touched the exposed side of her breast. "I'll tell you what would be nice. Helping me relax before dinner." Karen already knew where this was going. She took me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom. "Get out of those clothes. We'll dress you in something comfortable afterwards. In the meantime, will a blowjob do for now, or do you want something else?" "No, I think a blowjob will do just fine." I laughed, removing my shirt and stepping out of my pants. "DEB, GIVE US A FEW EXTRA MINUTES, I'M BLOWING Jack BEFORE DINNER," Karen shouted across the apartment. I sat down, naked except for my socks, my cock standing straight up. "Did you have to shout that out? She's nervous enough." "No socks. Naked means no socks. If you want a quickie somewhere, just a quick zip and suck or fuck that's one thing. But in bed, 100% naked. Is that fair?" She dictated, ignoring my comment, and bending down to remove the offending articles of clothing. "Yeah, that's ok. I think we can live with that." I answered. Karen reached down and grasped my cock in one hand while cupping my balls in the other. "God Jack, you really do have a great cock. DEBBIE, COME HERE A SEC!" she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth slowly moving her head in circles, allowing my cock to travel all around her mouth. Debbie stood in the doorway. She looked to me, "Do you want me too?" she asked timidly. Karen pulled up, "No, I just wanted to show you this nice cock. Isn't it delicious? Look how thick it is. How big are you Jack?" "Uhmmm, I'm not sure..." I dissembled. "Bullshit. Like you haven't measured that thing a hundred times." She was stroking me firmly, pulling me up to my fullest length. "How big?" "Well, normally just a little more than seven inches. But the size varies by the occasion." "I'm pretty sure you're bigger than that now." She answered, going back down on me. "That's probably because I'm a whole lot more excited than usual." I answered, watching Debbie watch us. "How's dinner coming?" "Oh, I better check on the gravy!" and she was gone, leaving a lingering memory of freshness in her wake. Whatever perfume she was wearing, it was heady stuff. Karen, in the meantime, was demonstrating her considerable oral technique. She would massage my balls, stroke my cock, and suck the top 3 inches or so. Every so often, she would stop to let her exploring tongue wander up and down my shaft, then gobble up one or the other of my balls while fisting the shaft. After this delightful interlude she would return to sucking. "God Karen, I've wanted to be in your mouth for so long. It is so nice." It was also incredibly nice that she was completely silent for pretty much the entire duration. "I'm there, baby, I'm gonna come." I told her. "You can come in my mouth. You've earned it," she declared, stroking me fast and hard into her mouth. I looked up to see Debbie watching us. It was too much. I came with a groan, filling her mouth with a huge load. She swallowed it all. I knew from our previous conversations that she normally didn't like to. She sucked me clean for several seconds, then finally pulled back. "There. Feeling better now? Poor baby, all worked up like that." "Much better thank you." I looked over to Debbie. "Dinner ready?" "Yes, I just put it on the table," she turned and headed back to the dining area. "Oh, did we have an audience?" She looked to me inquisitively while I tossed on some loose shorts and a t-shirt. "Just for the money-shot." I kidded her. "Damn, I would have made a better show; next time tell me," she laughed, heading in to dinner. Dinner was delicious, and Debbie was the consummate hostess. Refilling glasses, replenishing dishes from the kitchen, clearing the table. I tried to help her clean up, but Karen pulled me back. "Don't, this makes her happy." It was funny. She did seem happy. The conversation at dinner was not too strained, and we talked about TV shows, about travel to New York. We discussed 1st grade, which the little girls would be entering, and rehashed school days. We talked about things we wanted to do, and places we wanted to go. We all wanted to see the pyramids. We all wanted to party for Mardi Gras in New Orleans. When Debbie brought out a homemade apple pie, with coffee, we were as relaxed as we were likely to be. Karen brought up the arrangement. "Did I hear you say you were going to buy the house?" She asked me finally. "I've got a contract on it. I can take possession in three weeks. But it's still not livable." "Will it be livable in 6 weeks?" I understood her concern. That was when her lease expired. "I think so. Most important is the roofing and electrical. Joe and Randy will help me re-roof the place. And Jim has his master electrician's license. He said he'd fix up the wiring at cost. I have to replace three windows, and the back door. That all has to get done in 3 weeks. Then we can live in it, but we won't have a laundry, only one bathroom, and only one bedroom. At least the kitchen and living room will be done." "The kids can sleep in the living room, and we can share the bedroom, to start." Karen volunteered. "I don't mind going to a laundromat, I'm used to it," Debbie interjected. "I think we can do better than that. The workshop on the back of the property has power and is in pretty good shape. It even has a 220 feed. I can put a washer and dryer back there. It'll just require a little walk." I told her. "That would be great! Can we see the house?" she asked, tentatively. "I figure we could go out for breakfast tomorrow, and then stop by the place so you could both get a better look." "I can cook breakfast. Really. I make nice omelets. Or I can make pancakes, whatever you like." Debbie sounded incredibly anxious again. "That would be really nice, I love ham and cheese omelets. And biscuits. Could we have that?" I asked, trying to recover lost ground. "Of course, silly! Then we can go right after I clean up tomorrow." "Sounds like a plan to me," Karen piped in. We were sitting around, enjoying our coffee. I had retired to the couch, and Karen was trying to help Debbie clean up. I sat back, listening to their chatter, with a self-satisfied smirk on my face. It was comforting and relaxing. I had eaten a delicious dinner and dessert, and had my sexual needs taken care of. I felt a slight breeze and the familiar fresh scent as Debbie walked past me, behind the couch, and headed to the bathroom. Karen sat down beside me, resting her head on my shoulder, and softly rubbing my growing cock through my shorts. "Isn't this nice?" "Very." I concurred. We just sat their, enjoying life, while she slowly worked me up to a full erection. I felt like I was in a damn beer commercial - 'It just doesn't get any better than this'. I felt the couch give beside me, indicating that Debbie had seated herself as well. "Debbie, that was the best dinner I've had since I left home. Thank you so much." I opened my eyes and looked over to her smiling. Nervously she responded. "Is there anything else you need me for? Anything?" She was back in her shell. She couldn't raise her eyes and her voice was a whisper again. This time she had managed to place one hand on my thigh. And she had removed her apron. She had wonderful breasts, full and firm. They were fighting their way loose of her teddy. Her waist was small and lead to a gentle swelling of her delightful hips. She was seated with one leg cocked up on the couch, and her legs were spread enough that I could see the snap in her crotch. No tell tale signs of whether she was a true blonde or not. Karen reached across and took Debbie's hand and placed it on my cock. It sat there, with just a hint of life in the form of a gentle squeeze now and then. Fuck. I had tried to be nice. But if she was going to make herself available, I had to have some of this. I reached out, and put my hand on the side and back of her head. I tilted her head up a little to look at me. "What did you say?" "Anything. Anything you want." It was more of a statement this time. "Everything." I told her. "I want you every way conceivable. Do you want me to?" I asked her urgently. She lowered her eyes and nodded. That was all I needed. I stood up, took her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. Amazingly, she had already been in here since dinner, picked up my clothing, and made the bed. Karen pulled the sheets down, as I placed Debbie in the middle of the bed. My cock was hard as a rock, and I was done playing around. I reached down and unsnapped her teddy at the crotch. She was completely shaven down there and she looked incredibly sexy. I had to have this beauty. Now. I climbed between her legs, which she lifted invitingly. Her head was turned to one side, and her eyes were closed. I placed the head of my cock in her tight little opening, and rubbed up and down, finally resting with the head well lodged in her opening. She was very ready for me, moist and warm. Karen was unusually quiet, lying beside us, and stroking Debbie's brow. I could hear her talking to her softly. "God, you have him so excited, he's huge right now. His big cock looks so good entering you. Debbie, he wants you so bad he's trembling." It was all true. She looked inhumanly sexy, lying underneath me. I pushed into her, slowly, firmly until I was fully sheathed. I stayed that way. I laid down on her, resting my weight on my elbows. I turned her face to mine. Her eyes were wet again. But her breath was coming fast. "Can you feel how hard I am. What you do to me?" I asked her softly. No reply. "You are so hot, you know I'm going to do this every day if you'll let me." I slowly pulled out, until just the head remained in her. I allowed the head to escape, just far enough for her to start to close, then I reentered her firmly and completely. I stroked her like this several times, looking into her deep blue eyes for some hint of desire, beyond her simple submission. I finally asked her, "Will you keep my house for me?" Her eyes opened wider, and she looked directly at me. And nodded. "Will you cook me breakfast before I go to work?" I continued, while I slowly and continuously pumped in and out of her pussy. "Yes." She answered me, looking into my eyes. "Will you have my dinner for me every evening? A wonderful dinner like tonight, no carryout." "Every night," she affirmed, confidently. "Will you wash my clothes, and keep me looking good?" I asked her with a little tease in my voice, screwing her a little more deliberately, a bit faster. "Every day, I'll wash every day," she assured me. I reached down and kissed her lips, long and tender, softly probing with my tongue. "Will you send me off to work with a kiss, and welcome me home with another?" "If you want," she answered, kissing me back. Her kiss was warm and though it started out tentative, she allowed her silken tongue to enter my mouth and dance with my own. Karen had completely slipped my mind. I looked to the side, where she was watching out interplay intently. She smiled at me, then scooted close. She put her head next to Debbie's, so I leaned over and kissed her as well. She was running her hand over my side and back. "Do you have any idea how sexy you two look. I almost creamed just watching you guys." She turned and kissed Debbie on the side of her face, tenderly, almost sisterly. My heart was racing like a freight train. I raised up on my arms, one hand on each side of Debbie's head. Karen's chin rested on my wrist. I fucked Debbie hard, desperately, possessively. I was clutching the sheets tightly, so that when her shoulders banged against my arms on each stroke, she didn't go sliding up the bed. Harder and harder, faster and firmer, I plunged into her. I never tore my eyes from her pretty face. Her eyes were wide, looking at me almost uncomprehendingly. I allowed my countenance to reflect the full heat of my desire. Her mouth opened, and released a silent scream, as she trembled underneath my body. Now I did see something that looked almost like fear in her eyes, as she continued the gasping silent cry, and surrendered to my lust. I could hold back no longer; with a cry, I claimed her for my own, depositing my seed deep inside her. The exquisite release was so overwhelming, a series of continuous orgasms, that it brought tears to my eyes. CvsN 01: Convenience Vs. Need One fell, landing on her lips. She captured it with a flick of her tongue. I collapsed against her, my head buried in her neck, tasting her sweat, caressing her skin, breathing in my own breath, mixed with her scent. When my heaving breath slowed I placed my face back in front of hers again. "When I need you, will you lay with me, sleep with me, give your body to me?" I held her head firmly in my hands, gazing deeply into her eyes. "When you need me...completely," she answered unhesitatingly, reaching up and kissing my lips. I believed her. * * * * Readers, I'm in a bit of a dilemma here. Perhaps you could help me out. Do you prefer simple stand alone stories, or do you like the ongoing muli-escapade types? The first 3 months I spent with 'Debbie' and 'Karen' resulted in some pretty interesting times. Would you prefer more about these girls, or do I write new stories, based on other events? For your titillation: Future 'Debbie and Karen' stories would include: Threesomes, foursomes, light BDSM, exotic locations and some sister-sister action. Otherwise, stories on the backburner, looking for an outlet pretty much cover a huge spectrum, new people, new personalities, new scenarios. Let me know what you like and would want to see. Feel free to offer suggestions, I would love to involve some of my readers in future tales. And thank you for voting and for the emails. They are appreciated more than you know. Sincerely yours, Tx P.S. If I didn't reply to an email of yours, feedback or otherwise, it's because 1) no return address, or 2) the return address was broken (this has happened twice). If you didn't get a response, just wanted to say thanks. And Denise, look for your name in an upcoming release. ;-)