9 comments/ 181197 views/ 33 favorites CvsN 07: Projects & Polyamory By: Tx Tall Tales A previously unpublished chapter in the story of Jack, and the home he shares with three lovelies. * * * * Where we work out some sleeping arrangements (with a little help from my friends), and complete a few more household projects. Also a new project looks like it might change the office dynamics a bit. I guess we'll just have to see... * * * * The two weeks following my move-in were busy but uneventful. We did get the plumbing, painting and floor work done, and were looking forward to getting Karen moved in about two weeks early. * * * * I felt a little awkward with Debbie spending the nights in my bed. I'd never lived in a house with a little girl, and I was worried that Erin might pop her head in and see me naked, or worse, in flagrante delicto. Debbie assured me that she would not open the door if it was closed, and reminded me that she'd shared beds before with Erin in the house. I still felt kind of odd. Our days were busy. We had a list of projects we were working through, and every night I'd try to put some time into them. We were making great progress, but the lists got larger faster than we could work through them. Debbie would usually work with me on whichever project I was tackling that evening. Each night was about as close to heaven as I could imagine. Debbie's a bath person, and every evening was an occasion for a bubble bath, whereas I'm a shower kind of guy, and after completing my ablutions, I would await the arrival of my angel. Her baths might take from 5 minutes to half-an-hour, but each would end the same, with this beautiful, naked girl climbing into my bed, and our pleasuring each other until sleep overtook us. If the awkwardness of the little ones wasn't enough, Beth was over at least every other day. She'd stay pretty late, and I was wondering if maybe we'd all end up in the bed together again. So far all hints in that direction had fallen on deaf ears. Karen was making occasional appearances, but was more involved in getting her and Ashley's rooms in order, and completing her packing at her townhouse. Debbie was also working over there during the day when possible, helping with the packing and cleaning as she went. I put in a couple of appearances to move a few things over, but we were still waiting for the big move. During the second week in the place, I came home on a Wednesday to Cathy and Debbie deep in conversation. As soon as I walked in, one look from Cathy and I knew I was in trouble - again. Debbie got up, and said she was taking the girls to a movie, and she headed out with both Erin and Ashley in tow. Now I was really worried. Cathy walked to me and took me by my hand. "Follow me, stud," she told me as she led me by the hand back into my bedroom. "You look nice," I told her. She looked like she'd just come from the gym. Her short hair looked still wet. She had on some tight stretch shorts, and an exercise halter top that left her midriff exposed. Her ass looked great in the shorts. "Right." She quipped. "Really - those shorts look great on you." She'd stopped and turned around to face me, and I moved forward to take her in my arms, my hands on her rear. "Jack, are you an idiot or do you work at being an asshole." She looked up into my face with an exasperated look on her face. I had no idea what she was talking about. "What have I done now?" I asked in a tone of resignation. She had backed out of my arms and she pulled her top off, exposing a running bra. "What's the deal with you and Beth? Are you stringing her along? Are you going to dump her? Are you just teasing her? What's up?" By the time she'd finished her questions her bra was joining her top on the floor. "I thought things were going great. I see her all the time. She comes over here most evenings. She's been helping around the house." She stood there staring at me, and looking me up and down, until I got the hint, and pulled my own shirt off. "Why do you think she comes over all the time?" She continued her line of questioning, now sitting on the end of the bed, and peeling off her skin tight shorts. "I thought she wanted to be with me, with us. She's a friend. We're having a good time. Chatting about the girl's day-care, laughing. What's wrong?" I was a little quicker at disrobing, and I had kicked off my shoes, and pulled my pants down around my ankles and stepped out of them, by the time she'd removed her shorts and panties. She leaned forward, still sitting on the edge of the bed, and grabbed my already hardening cock. She stared at it as she stroked it slowly. She looked up at me, and took my cock deep in her mouth, holding it there for a few seconds before releasing it. "God, you have a beautiful cock," she said, seemingly more to herself than to me. She took me back in her mouth and worked me with her hand and mouth both for about a minute, until she had me rock-hard. Then she turned around, her feet on the floor, leaning over the bed, resting on her arms, presenting herself to me. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I rubbed my hard-on up and down her wet slit, finally plunging in to the root, and pulling her back against me. "Why aren't you doing this to Beth?" She asked me, gasping, as I worked her with long strokes. I slowly pulled out until I could see the head of my cock on the verge of coming out, and then pushed back in firmly, holding myself deep in her. Once fully in, I'd squeeze the muscle under my balls, to make my cock swell up as much as possible, before pulling out again. I was playing. "I don't think she wants to, and I don't want to rush her. I keep waiting for her to stay the night, and I've been dropping hints about how great that weekend was with all of us together, but no dice." She was squeezing back, each time I squeezed inside her, the feeling was incredible. I told her so. "Jeez, Jack, you are so dense. How could God put such a great dick on such a dopey man? Have you ASKED her to spend the night?" Her voice was a little muffled, where her head was being driven into the pillow she was holding onto during each 'in' stroke. "Well, no. But she knows how I feel." I was getting a little aggravated with this conversation, and picked up the pace, really putting it to her, pulling her back hard on my cock, holding her hip bones tightly, each stroke accentuated by the slap of our flesh together. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. You've got to tell her. All the time, especially when she thinks her competition has her hooks so tight in you. She's miserable right now. She thinks that because she spent that one weekend with you, and since you've never touched her since, that maybe you just wanted her cherry. She's already told me she's lost you to Debbie." It took her quite a while to get the whole story out, in gasps and short fragments, as I pushed her down onto the bed, and kept plugging away. The pace was wearing me out, and I had to slow down to catch my breath. As I pulled back, I reached out and rolled her over onto her back, crawling between her legs. She spread them wide for me, and I slipped back inside, my arms bracketing her head, as I looked down into her dark brown eyes. "You don't seem to have that problem." I told her, watching her breasts bounce with each push into her. "So I'm not insecure. She is. Rightfully so, and you are fucking up." She told me in no uncertain terms. "I don't understand you women." "I know. I'm not mad. I'm a little irritated, but as much at me as you. If you have any questions about this relationship you're diving into, ask me. Please ask me. I've got nothing to gain, and you must know I'm crazy about you, but I'm mad about Joe, so you're safe from me. I'll do what I can to help you. Really. I'd love to help you. Don't mess this up." She looked so sincere, for once not scolding or teasing, or angry. I slowed to a stop, deep inside her, and lowered myself to her, holding her face, and kissing her sweet lips. "Thanks," I told her, "I'll do that. Guide me." I lowered my face to hers again, and lost myself in a deep kiss, that went on forever. She finally pushed me away. "How can anyone stay mad at you?" She pushed me to the side, rolling me onto my back, and straddled me, lowering herself onto my slick and very erect cock. "She'll be coming over this evening. Ask her to stay. I bet she will." That was the last she said for a while as she rode me hard. I played with her breasts, and then moved my hand between her legs to rub her clit. Soon her fingers were digging into my flesh painfully, as she brought herself off, using my cock as her own pleasure tool. She sat there, my full length buried, her chest heaving, her breath finally slowing. Then she pulled herself off me and climbed off the bed to my immense disappointment. I couldn't believe she was going to leave me with blue-balls. She laughed at my look, "I'll be right back, lover. Just hold tight." She went to the bathroom, and it wasn't long before I heard the tinkle that explained her actions, followed by a flush, and a short while later she was walking back to me, rubbing her hands together. "Now, I'll let you finish." She rubbed her cupped hands up and down on my cock, and they were cold. She was rubbing some lotion on my dick, which hadn't gone down in size at all. Then she used her hands to make sure I was still ready for action. Smiling as she watched the object of her attention. She climbed back on top of me, leaning forward, then reached behind her and guided me back inside her. She rocked back and forth, and then she leaned forward and kissed me, as I'd kissed her earlier. Her tongue darted around my lips, caressing my teeth. Her teeth nipped at my lips. She pulled forward until I popped free, and then she reached back and guided me back in, with an enigmatic little smile. I realized she was pushing me into her ass. "Jesus, Cathy, I'm so close as it is, if you put me in there, I know I'll pop." She laughed a little, and then the head was in. She grimaced for a moment, and then smiled a huge smile, as she slowly pushed back onto my cock, until I was almost completely inside her. "Tell me." She said softly. "What?" I answered, trying to push into her. She countered by pulling away, until I was barely inside. "Tell me how much you love it." She grinned, gyrating her hips, but resisting any further penetration on my part. "I do. I love it. I love your ass. I love being inside you. I loved being the first to ever take you there. I love the nastiness, and I love the feeling I get knowing I'm fucking you in the ass. I love it." "Good. Then do it. Fuck my ass." She taunted me. I pushed her off me and placed her on her back again, crawling between her legs, and lifting her legs up high. She looked at me quizzically, until I pushed her knees back as far as her shoulders, exposing her little brown eye. "Hold these." I commanded. She placed her arms behind her knees, and stayed bent in half. I took my cock in hand, and pressed the head against her tight little opening, pushing forward relentlessly, using my thumb to guide the head, until I'd popped in. Then through a series of short strokes I buried my cock all the way up her butt. She let go of her legs, and spread them wide, but my position kept me firmly lodged. I leaned down, our faces inches apart, and using my hips alone, I worked about half my cock in and out of her tight little rear. "I love making love to you Cathy, and I love the feeling of being buried in your ass." I told her softly. "I can't believe I let you do this to me. I don't know why but it makes me so hot. Come in my ass for me, Jack." She was clenching her ass around me on each stroke, and it was too much. I exploded inside her, coming over and over again, with each stroke trying to bury myself just a little bit deeper. I collapsed on her, as she straightened out her legs. She was running her fingers through my hair, hushing my gasps. "Shhhh, that's ok, lover. Shhhh." My breathing finally slowed, but I could still hear my pulse beating in my ears. "Cathy, you spoil me." "I know." She laughed, and then she was crawling out from under me, and getting dressed again. "Now remember. Shortly after she gets here, take Beth to the side, tell her you've missed her, tell her something, and ask her to stay the night. Be nice. Oh - and change the sheets so she'll know they're new - change them before she gets here." "But what about Debbie?" I asked. I knew something had been niggling at the back of my brain. "It was Debbie who brought this whole thing up. She understands. Just tell her Beth is spending the night, and when it comes time she'll excuse herself." She rolled her eyes, like she was explaining something that any idiot should know. * * * * I escorted Cathy out, with a kiss at the door, then showered and cleaned up the room, including a new set of sheets. Once the bedroom was back in order, I went back to the chore of the day, which was putting up complete built-in shelves and drawers in Karen's closet. I'd just finished Debbie's yesterday. That had taken two long evenings, but I figured I'd learned a little from the last exercise and this one might go a little smoother. After this, just the pantry and utility room required shelving, and I could finally move on to working at hanging blinds and curtains. The bed sheets over the windows had to go. * * * * I felt her eyes on me, and turned to see Beth standing in the closet doorway, watching me carefully marking the wall where the next set of holes would be going. Debbie and the kids still weren't back from the movies yet. It looked like it was getting dark, probably close to eight o'clock. "The door was open, and nobody answered, so I figured you might be up here." She smiled at me as if she didn't have a care in the world. How was I supposed to know I was screwing up if I didn't get any clues? I dropped the tape measure, level, and pencil, and I walked over to where she was standing. I placed my hand behind her head, tilting her back, and brought my lips to hers. She returned my kiss tentatively at first, then a little more eagerly. "I've missed you the last couple of nights. Where've you been?" I asked her. "Oh, I figured you had lots to do, and I wanted to get some things done around my place." Her place was her parents place. "I do have lots to do, but having you around makes the chores just a little bit easier to handle." "I thought maybe I was a third wheel." "Never!" I turned her back into the room, and sat her on the edge of the bed. I sat next to her, and then pulled her back with me, holding her in my arms. "I've missed holding you. Please tell me that tonight you'll finally stay. I know I shouldn't ask, but I want to be with you so bad." "Why shouldn't you ask?" she asked puzzled. "Well, I don't know how you'll feel being with me, with Debbie and Erin in the same house. And then there's the fact that you live with your parents and they're bound to wonder about you not showing up at night. But I want to wake up next to you again. Please say you'll stay." "You only had to ask - of course I'll stay." She buried her head in my side, and squeezed me tight. * * * * It wasn't long before Debbie was back, giving me grief for not having done anything about dinner, and the girls were regaling me with tales from their movie. At that point I figured the closet was done for the night. The kids had eaten, so dinner was just the three of us. We were making plans for getting Karen moved in that weekend, while discussing what kind of blinds we'd be getting, discussing shades, and sheers, and other window coverings that I had never heard of. Where did these girls learn all this stuff? It must be some genetic thing. Beth helped Debbie clear the dishes and wash up, while I tucked the girls in. I'd taken to reading them a story each night. Even thought they each had a room, they always wanted to sleep together. Not in Erin's bunk beds, but in Ashley's double bed. Back downstairs fifteen minutes later, I caught Debbie heading into the kitchen, while Beth was seated on the couch, watching the news. "Debbie, I asked Beth to stay the night tonight." I was a little anxious and didn't know what to expect. I was almost apologetic. "It's about time. I love being with you, but God knows you can wear a girl out." She smiled devilishly. "I could use a break." "You're not mad?" I asked. She turned and leaned against me. "No. I knew this was coming. If I was going to choose someone to share you with, I couldn't pick better than that girl in there. I think she needs some of your attention. I'll be fine." We finished the wine we started with dinner, and then Debbie excused herself, claiming tiredness, and headed up the stairs. "Did you bring anything with you? Anything you need for the night?" I asked Beth, as I walked over to her, and reached out to give her a hand up off the couch. "Well, I do have a small bag out in the car." "Good, I'll get it; meet you in my room in 15 seconds." And I left, jogging out of the room, to the peals of her laughter. I returned in not much longer than that, and found her sitting on the end of my bed, waiting patiently. "I hope you're going to take a shower, you look a fright." Beth said, as I passed her the overnight bag. "Only if you'll join me." "I thought that was a given." She stood and removed her clothes carefully, folding them as she laid them across the nightstand. Once again we showered until the water ran cold, exploring each others bodies at length. I delighted in feeling the silkiness of her skin, and caressing her young curves. Back in bed I lay beside her, on my side, taking visual inventory, as I allowed my hand to freely roam all over her upper body. "You are so beautiful, Beth. I can't believe you are here with me. I've missed you." "Really? Tired of Debbie already?" she responded. She immediately looked abashed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that." The hint of bitterness caught me unawares. "No, I'm sorry. I've been so wishy-washy these last couple of weeks. I didn't really know where we stood after that first time, and I've just been letting things go as they will." I crawled up close beside her and gave her a kiss on the shoulder, as I let my hand reach down between her legs and I opened her up a bit. "Last weekend with you was the most fabulous of my life. As much as I enjoy making love to Debbie, nothing makes me happier than to be with you. I have missed you badly these last couple of nights." She opened her legs a bit, giving my fingers better access, and I slipped in another. "You certainly didn't go out of your way to show me." "I know. I still don't know how all this is supposed to work. But I'll tell you what I wish. I wish that I could make love to you every day. I wish that I could wake up beside you every morning." I crawled over on top of her, spread her legs, and with just a little effort, got the head of my cock inside her. "What about Debbie? And Karen?" "Karen? Karen is fun to poke, but that's about it." On the word 'poke' I gave a little poke of my own, burying my cock halfway inside her, receiving a small gasp in return. "Ok, so Karen is no big deal, but how about Debbie?" "My heart breaks for her. I want to take care of her. She's possibly the prettiest girl I've ever known, and every time I look at her my pulse races. It's crazy, I know. I feel I'm walking on eggshells around her sometimes, and I'm always afraid that I'm going to hurt her in some way. And yet, I can't look at her without wanting to make love to her." Instead, I was making love to Beth, easily, almost casually, as I told her that the girl in the room directly above us was what I desired more than anything. Maybe I really was as foolish as Cathy claimed. CvsN 07: Projects & Polyamory "So, what do you want to do? Not what do you wish, but what do you think we can do?" She didn't sound angry or irritated; she was just discussing things honestly. I lost myself for a couple of minutes in the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her tight, nearly virginal pussy. "How often can you spend the night?" "How often do you think?" She still wasn't very responsive to my actions, allowing me to have sex with her, but not really into it. My arms were getting tired, and I leaned down and kissed her. Then I rolled over and pulled her on top of me. She guided me back in and was soon laying with her full weight on me, and I caressed her back as I rolled my hips, sliding in and out of her. "How often?" She repeated. "I...If I had a place for you, I wish you could stay here." She kissed my shoulder, nibbling at the skin. "I don't need much room." Now I could feel the rolling of her hips as she responded to my thrusts. "Would you? Would you live here with us?" I was holding her tightly while I drove in and out of her a little more forcefully. "I don't know. It depends on a lot of things. I guess you'll just have to make me an offer." She pushed up on her arms and sat upright. She was so pretty, her young full breasts so firm. I pulled her down so I could lick and suck on first one nipple, then the other, while she rocked back and forth on my cock. She sat upright again, and then climbed off for a second as she turned around facing the end of the bed. She put her hands on my legs just above my knees, and lowered herself back onto my cock. I held her sweet ass cheeks and thrust up into her as she bounced up and down on my cock. I reached between her cheeks and let my fingertips run from where my cock entered her, back along the crevice of her cheeks across her little butthole. "Mmmmm, now that's naughty" she moaned. I let my thumb linger on her ass, nudging the tip into her. "Sorry, baby, but that's not on the menu...yet." She laughed, clenching her butt cheeks tightly. "God you feel so great." I told her. "Lean forward." She obliged getting on her hands and knees, and I pulled my legs out and got behind her. I ran my cock up and down the crack of her ass, pulling the head across her asshole, before I pressed it back inside her. I was feeling pretty close to coming. I grabbed her hips and fucked her as hard and fast as I could, the slap of our skin echoing in the room. There was something about the view of her narrow waist swelling out with the curve of her hips, the heart shape of her full ass, and vision of my cock disappearing into her, that made my blood burn. "I'm gonna come baby," I gasped. "Come in me," she whispered back, and I did, thrusting deeply, filling her with my seed. I collapsed beside her. She got up and came back from the bathroom a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. She wiped me clean, threw the washcloth in the general direction of the bathroom, and climbed back in the bed. I followed her back up and lay beside her pulling her to my side. We were quiet for a couple of minutes. "I'm so confused, Jack." She finally broke the silence. "Me too." I closed my eyes and thought about what I'd gotten into, letting my hand caress her shoulder. I came close to falling asleep. But the creak of the door opening jolted my eyes open. I looked up to find Debbie walking across the room. She came to my side of the bed. "Jack." she whispered, standing there trembling, wearing only a long t-shirt. "What's wrong baby." I wasn't sure if Beth was awake or asleep, and I spoke softly. "I'm...I'm so embarrassed, Jack. I...I can't stand being alone up there. I'm sorry. Can I please sleep in here? I'll sleep on the floor." She couldn't even lift her eyes. "Please." Beth was awake. I felt her lift herself up on her side, and look across at Debbie. Debbie looked up and saw Beth watching her. She started crying. "I'm sorry, Beth. I'm sorry, I'll go." But she just stood there shaking and sobbing. I rolled my legs off the side of the bed, and took Debbie's hands in mine. "I'm sorry Debbie, but it's not my decision to make. Tonight, this is Beth's room." I stood, and threw on my robe, and headed for the kitchen to get a drink, and to see if they could maybe work this out on their own. I'm sure a lot of people might think I was a coward trying to take the easy way out. Maybe they'd be right. After getting a drink, I settled onto the couch in the living room. I could hear the murmur of voices behind the closed door. I thought I'd wait until one of them left, or they came and got me. I almost fell back to sleep, before Beth called me from the doorway. "Come on back." Debbie looked a lot better, she'd cleaned up her face, and she was sitting on one side of the bed. Beth was standing on the other. After a few seconds of silence Beth spoke. "Well? Go ahead." Her words were clearly directed towards Debbie. Debbie looked up. "Beth says I can sleep here, but you decide where everyone sleeps. I really don't mind sleeping on the floor. Really." I walked over to Beth. "You don't have to do this." "I've been thinking, Jack. Here's the deal. I'm leaving myself wide open. But Debbie agrees. You should belong to both of us. Both. Anytime she's with you, I can be there too, and whenever you're with me, she's welcome. But it's our decision. If you share your bed with one of us, you have to be willing to share it with both of us. Can you live with that?" "I'd love to. I guess this means nobody else. No Cathy, no Karen." "No. I don't think so. Not for now. But it's our decision. If we say no Karen, then it's no Karen. But for now, as long as each night is spent with us, I think we can deal with the rest of it. Let's just not go adding another pile of lovers to your harem just yet, Ok?" Beth didn't sound quite as confident the more she spoke. I climbed into the bed, and faced Debbie. "What about you?" "If Beth will let me, I'll share you with her. I just want to be with you. I can't sleep unless I can reach out and touch you. I must wake ten times a night and each time I have to know you're there. Please." I turned back to Beth. "Turn out the light and come to bed." I then pulled Debbie back into the bed. She discarded her t-shirt, exposing her incredible body, before she slipped under the covers. Once Beth was pressed against my one side and Debbie against my other, I turned my face towards Beth's. "Thank you. You know I love you." "You better." "Will you live with us? I'll build an addition, dining room downstairs, bedroom upstairs. I want to spend every night with you." I was punctuating my offer with tiny kisses on the top of her head. Debbie on the other hand, had allowed her hand to roam down my body and she now was gently massaging my cock, and cupping my balls. Even though I'd been just about asleep, she was getting a reaction. Beth let her top hand brush across my far nipple, and then painted small circles around it, just inches from where Debbie's face was looking back at her from across my chest. "You are a ninny. Don't worry about the addition yet, let's just try to work out all the other stuff going on here." She leaned her head back, offering me her lips. I leaned down and accepted the offer. I pulled away a moment later. "Other stuff, like the sex?" I asked "No, I think the sex part will work out, as long as Deb and I come first, and it's our decision. It's everything else." She turned a bit upright, and her tiny pink tongue reached out and licked my other nipple now. Debbie's hands had brought me to full life again, and she eased herself down my body, under the covers. Soon her mouth was full, and she rested her head on my stomach, as she stroked my shaft with her hand. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what 'everything else' was. But I guess she was right about the sex. Beth reached down and with a sweep, pulled back the covers exposing Debbie. She then reached down with her hand and stroked Debbie's hair. Debbie lifted up onto all fours, and pivoted on my cock, until her feet were at the end of the bed. She was now facing us, my cock in both her hands as she raised her face up and down on my cock, her eyes moving back and forth between me and Beth. Beth traced a line down the side of Debbie's face, to the side of her mouth. Debbie pulled my cock out of her mouth, and turned to Beth. She took Beth's finger in her mouth, then a second finger when it was offered, her tongue twirling around, and then sucking the fingers. After several second of this, Beth pulled her fingers out of Debbie's mouth, and with a gentle push, aimed Debbie back at my cock, where she took the hint and buried my cock in her throat again. "She really is pretty, isn't she?" Beth said softly. I saw her eyes were closed and I could hear her shallow breath slowing. She was falling asleep on my chest, while another woman was blowing me, just a foot away. I laid back and let Debbie suck me off. Beth's soft snore was the most wonderful sound in the world, and Debbie didn't seem to mind that it took a very long time before I succumbed to her efforts and filled her mouth with my cum. Debbie climbed back up next to me. "Good night, Jack." "I love you, Debbie. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings tonight." I said sleepily. I was all but asleep, when I heard her faint whisper. "He loves me." * * * * Thursday morning I got called into my boss's office. I hadn't spoken with Chris since she'd helped out at the 'barn-raising'. I was a little embarrassed not knowing how much she'd been privy to during all the gossip that went on. Joe worked for her as well, and Karen worked on the same floor. "So, Jack, how's everything going?" "Pretty good. I'm moved in and the house is looking pretty good. Plus the Gandalf project is completely done now. I'm just working on cleaning up a little documentation." "Well, you're going to need to finish up what you can, and push off the rest of those." She was smiling, so I wasn't too worried about losing my job or something weird. "The customer has approved your project. They've even picked up some of the options. We're a go. We just have to select the team." I was astounded. I'd proposed the project over four months ago. It seemed like the customer was really interested, and since it was by brainchild, I was allowed to present the concept to the upper brass. But then it had seemed to die out and I hadn't heard anything about it in at least two months. Now Chris explained it had just been the contract completion and legal business. When she showed me the complete project abstract I was even more surprised to find the team had swelled to four, instead of three, they'd picked up almost every option, and the dollar amount was easily double what I thought we'd be charging. This was my first real project leadership. We discussed the team at length. Chris was going to manage the whole project and I was going to be the software lead, with the other three engineers reporting to me. The best part of the whole thing was I'd already done most of the work. I'd been writing some custom software to make my own job easier, leveraging some existing unsupported programs, and thought that the customer could use the same type of stuff at all the field sites. What I'd sold them on was already running on my computer, it just needed repackaging. Chris wasn't aware of how much was done, and kept hounding me to release more of the work to the others. I was letting them do all the packaging, add some needed features, and do the report generation and improved user-interface, but the guts was 90% done and I was determined to keep possession and dole it out slowly, while rewriting a couple of portions for performance. Chris was seated next to me, reading over the contract, and she pointed out the completion bonus. Her hand brushed mine, and it was electric. I thought I could feel the hairs rising on my arms. "If we can get this project done on time, with the features agreed to, and tested, I've negotiated for about $60K to be distributed among the team as a bonus. It's a lot more than usual, since it was generated by us internally. I've got full discretion on the distribution of the bonus money. I figured we'd hold out about 2K for a post project activity. Of the remainder you and I will share two-thirds of it, and the team splits the rest. It looks like a huge amount of work, in such a little amount of time. What do you think our chances are for coming in on time with all the requested features?" She was looking at me pretty intensely. I'd never really noticed before how pretty her green eyes were. "I will personally guarantee it. For that kind of money I'll write it myself in my garage if I have to. Did we get the training included in the price?" That would be pretty neat; it included taking the product to field sites on four continents, installing it and training the local staff. "Yes, training and installation are budgeted, including travel for two, one week at each of the six sites." She pointed out the training budget, over $150k for that part alone. I saw the customer was being charged $150 an hour for my time. Wow, I wished I got a third of that. "Do you think you'll be up to the travel?" She asked. I wondered if she knew I was 'up' now. "Sure. I'd love it. If my math is right, you and I could be sharing a pretty sizeable chunk of cash." "That's right. It could be almost 40 thousand dollars. Not bad for a 4 month project. I figure this was your baby, we can split it 40-60, that'll give you around 24 thousand." She smiled at me and I couldn't help but think that her mouth was awful sexy. I was wondering if she'd be doing the training with me. I was relatively certain I'd be half the training team. "50-50 sounds fair to me. You did the hard part, getting them to sign on the dotted line." Also, since she wrote my reviews, and gave me my raises, I was pretty sure she'd find a way to make up the 4k. She argued a bit, but finally gave in, without too hard a struggle. I would guess that Chris was in her late 30's. She had a 13 year old son whose soccer team I had coached. I had to admit she looked great for someone her age. She dressed very conservatively and severe at work, but I had seen her in shorts and t-shirts on the weekends, and she had a nice figure hidden away. She wore her hair up every day, but it looked great down. It was strange. It seemed the more sex I was getting, the more my mind seemed to dwell on nothing else. I'd never really thought about her that way, but I was wondering just how wild she might be. I caught myself staring at her, my eyes lingering on the gap in her blouse, where her breasts were partially visible, atop a lacy low bra. I was wondering what it'd be like to have my cock riding that valley, her mouth waiting at the end, when I saw that she was blushing at my stare. God, what was I thinking? * * * * Karen came over that evening, and we made our plans for moving her in that weekend. She was excited about the prospect, and wanted to do some last minute painting of her kid's room on Friday, so she was taking the day off. Saturday was the moving day, and she was assuring me that she was going to make that evening something special for me, to celebrate the whole thing coming together. Beth called to say she couldn't come over that night, but she'd be by on Friday. I asked her if she'd please stay Friday night, and that we could discuss some of that 'other stuff' we had to work out, including how to get her moved in permanently. I did manage to finish Karen's closet. I also gave Debbie a tit-fuck, imagining for a moment it was Chris holding her breasts together for me. The image didn't linger. Debbie herself was far too distracting and beautiful a bed partner to let my mind wander long. * * * * I came home from work Friday evening really excited. We'd held our project kick-off meeting. We were still working the "Wizard" project names, and we were calling the project "Oz". I wondered how, after 7 projects that one had been skipped. Everyone was aboard with the concept, loved the idea, and was really motivated by the offer of a substantial project bonus at the end. Chris and I had spent the morning closeted away, working out what the percentages should be for each member, and that afternoon I talked to each member of the software team and showed them their personal stake in the project. It was a top-end of from $5000 to $8000 for each of them, and they were all excited by the prospect. Chris had pointed out the need to hold back another several thousand for nominal bonuses to others who worked on the project from other groups, including admins, purchasing, testing, configuration management, and the doc writers. People from these groups would be part of our final celebration, would get project goodies, like t-shirts or mugs, and a few hundred bucks at the end. This management stuff was complicated. Chris expected to include about 6-8 extra people on our projects, and we'd need project goodies for at least 30, to include upper management, and the customer. Brenda, from the Gandalf project was rolling over with me to the new project, but Karen wouldn't be on this one - no graphic design on this - straight software utility. When I walked in the door, I found Beth, Debbie, and another girl seated in the living room, drinking frozen Margaritas. They were discussing opening a day care operation, and were getting loud. I could hear the kids playing upstairs. A full house. "Hi Jack." Beth called out shortly after I walked in. "This is Amie. I don't think you've met. She works with me. She'd love to work with us in our new day care center." I stepped over and extended my hand for a shake as I introduced myself. "Sure. I couldn't forget anyone as pretty as Amie; you were at the final day of the house-fixing weekend. Nice to see you again." Amie took my extended hand and used it to pull herself up from her seat. She was only a couple of inches shorter than me. She had on oversized glasses, which gave her a librarian look. "I think it's so great that you'd help us all do this, and let us use your property. I'd really like to be involved if you do this." She never let go of my hand and kept shaking it with her two. I think they'd all had at least one too many Margaritas and the others giggled at my predicament. "I'm sure we could use the help, but Debbie and Beth will be running this show; just consider me a silent backer." I extricated myself from her grip, and excused myself. "If you'll excuse me for a minute, I'll change, and join you ladies for a drink." I was standing in my boxers, picking out a polo from the closet, when Beth walked in. "You haven't changed your idea about our opening up a day care have you?" she asked, leaning against the wall while she watched me select my shirt. "Not at all. I think we're just about done with this place, at least as far as the essentials go, and I think we can start planning for the next step. Whether that includes an addition, extra bedrooms, a dining room, or just the day care add-on in the back - that's what we have to workout next." "That's great. Amie is pretty isn't she?" Amie was very cute. Tall and very slender with big brown eyes and shoulder length reddish-brown hair, she couldn't have been more than 20 either. She appeared to be legs all the way up to her chin. "Absolutely. Nothing like you and Debbie, but definitely cute." "Great. I've been telling her a little about our relationship here. If she were to work with us, would you...well, would you want to be with her?" I was so confused. "Beth, I'm not sure what you expect here. Do you think that just because she works with us she has to sleep with me?" I was getting a little ticked off. CvsN 07: Projects & Polyamory "I'm not sure what you want. Karen and Debbie have to sleep with you to live here." "Beth, nobody HAS to sleep with me. I told Debbie that. Karen and I were somewhat involved even before we discussed moving in. It's not like that. I thought we'd discussed this." "Does that mean you won't be sleeping with Karen anymore?" She got me there. "Well, no, but that's different." "How about Cathy, do you still want to do her?" I just noticed that when she had come in the room, she hadn't quite closed the door completely, and I could see Amie and Karen watching our discussion, and probably overhearing too much of it. At least I had my shorts on now, with a shirt. "No, I mean, yes, I'll still be seeing her. She and Joe are among my best friends." I was trying to talk softly, and hoping Beth would follow suit. "But you'll still sleep with her I bet." Beth smirked. "Listen, if you want, I'll say no to everyone except you and Debbie." "It's not that, I'm just wondering who you want to be with." She still wasn't getting much quieter. Was this the effect of the margaritas, or too much thinking since last night? "Beth, let's just drop it. We can discuss it later, Ok?" "Well just so you know. Amie doesn't know ALL about our relationship here, but she'll probably find out most of it if she's around much." Beth sidled up close dropping her voice. "She hasn't had much experience, two boyfriends, and none in the picture right now." "Let's go back out there. And no more talk about this, Ok?" I placed my arm around her, guiding her back out. Beth took a seat on the couch and once I'd grabbed a beer from the kitchen, I joined the girls in the living room. "So tell me what you guys have in mind for a day care center. When do you expect to do this, how many kids can you handle, who's going to do what," I asked. Beth took the lead. "I think if three of us worked, me, Deb, and Amie, we could handle about 15 kids. Less with babies." Amie chimed in, animatedly. "I think if we have some freedom in how the place is set up, we could handle infants a little easier. There's a lot of money in watching the babies, no one wants to do it and they're a lot of work. With more space, a baby proofed room, and a crib room dedicated to the napping, we could handle four or five babies, and another eight to ten kids." She spoke clearly and decisively. She sounded as sharp as the glasses helped her look. Maybe the margaritas weren't hitting her so hard after all. "What do you think, Debbie?" "I think I'd want to start slow. If we did take care of any infants, I'd only want to start with two or three, and I don't think I'd want to have more than three kids apiece to start, so keep it no more than 12. Ten if we have three infants. We can always add more later. "What about licensing?" I asked The girls looked at each other, and then Beth finally admitted they hadn't really looked into that yet. "You girls have some homework to do." I told them. "One call to the state department of human resources told me that the maximum size of a home day care operation is 8. Doesn't matter how many people you have. You guys are going to need a full day care center license. That is work. Even then, if you want to have infants, say 6 weeks to 9 months, the maximum size of your group is 9, with two infants and 6 with three infants. There's a reason that people don't watch more infants." The girls looked at me stunned. "Listen, I've told you I like the idea, and I'm willing to support you 100%. But I don't want you going into this unprepared. I want you to do some research. Licensing, insurance, benefits, what it takes to do business here. How much you're going to charge, how you're going to handle people who show up late. Write me a business plan, show me this can be profitable, and safe, and make sure we're not at risk to get sued and lose everything. Just do your homework." "That seems like a lot of stuff to do," Beth piped in. "Why can't we just operate it like the one Amie and I are working at?" "You can pattern it after that, but I just want you to know this business inside out, before you abandon your jobs and invest a lot of time and money in this. I'll give you two weeks to come up with your first draft. Then we can go over it. If things look good then, we can go ahead with researching what it will take to do the changes here to accommodate you guys. I'm still leaning towards using the back property and expanding the workshop." Debbie was nodding. "I don't think we're in that big a hurry." She turned towards the other two. "Let's divide up the jobs. I can do a lot since I'm at home now. We should meet at least twice a week for the next four weeks, and we can have all the info compiled for Jack by then." Karen walked in as the girls huddled together discussing their plans, and how to divide the responsibilities. She looked at me curiously and I explained that they were talking about an idea they had about opening a day care center. I asked her to join me in the bedroom, so we could talk about the move the following day, and to discuss a new project I was working on. "How's the packing going." I asked, after closing the door behind us, reducing the outside din to a dull roar. "It's all done. Craig's already out, and all we have to do is get the stuff over here." She was sitting on the edge of the bed. I sat down next to her. "When do you want us over?" "I figure 9:00 am should do it - you got any of the guys lined up to help?" "Just Jim. I figure we can handle it - you don't have that much stuff still there, and all we'll have to do is move it from there to here, since the packing is all done." Karen reached across and placed her hand in my lap. "I promise I'm going to make this all up to you. I love the closet upstairs. You've been doing great." Her promise was accented with a squeeze and rub that left no doubt as how she intended to 'make it up to me'. "Karen, you know that project I've been trying to get off the ground..." "I know. Brenda was eager to let me know as soon as she had word. No big deal, I'll be seeing enough of you here, I don't have to be around you at work all the time, too." Not content with just rubbing, she dropped to her knees in front of me, and was opening my pants. "Well, you know if there'd been a need for graphic design, I would have pushed for you." I lifted up my hip to allow her to ease my pants down, glancing over at the closed door, to make sure the discussion was still going full bore in the other room. Moments later Karen had my cock in her mouth, and was working at a feverish pace to get me hard. Quite successfully I might add. As soon as she had me as hard as she wanted, she stood, kicked her underwear off and hiked her skirt up over her waist. She bent over the edge of the bed, her legs spread straight legged in a visually delightful inverted 'V'. "I've only got a little while, I want to do some last minute packing tonight, but I think you deserve a down-payment on this weekend." I experienced a moment of deja-vu as I recalled Cathy in an identical position just two days earlier. "Well, come on lover, don't leave me hanging. Don't tell me you've already had your fill of me. " She teased as I was lost in thought for a few moments. I stepped forward and found my way inside her, with the helpful guidance of her hand. "So tell me something about this project of yours, who's on it?" She asked. "Chris is PM, I'm lead engineer, and Brenda, Wenli, and Eric make up the rest of the team." Over the next couple of minutes, she grilled me on the project and I filled her pussy while I filled her in on the details, except for the matter of the bonus, which was going to be a surprise. I thought about Beth in the next room, and I wasn't sure how much Karen knew about that situation. I had never really brought it up, and I wasn't sure if Debbie had. I was about to mention it, when I thought better of it, and it's appropriateness under the current circumstances. I didn't want her to think I was thinking of other women while doing her. Jesus, I thought, I still haven't told her about Cathy either. I'm going to have to sit down and talk these things out. Later. After a few minutes, the leisurely fuck was turning a little hotter, and I could feel myself on the verge of coming, picking up the pace. "This weekend I think you deserve a repeat of our first weekend together. Me and Debbie both, how does that sound? Maybe this time I'll lick her while you do me. I bet you'd like that. But this time we'll have the entire weekend." I guess she was right. The image fresh in my brain, I came inside her like a rocket, thrusting so hard I lifted her legs off the ground. I had completely forgotten about the girls in the room next door in the heat of the moment, and looked over at the door, relieved to see it was still closed, and able to hear a murmur from the other side. But then again, it might have been interesting to perform for the other three. I wonder what Amie would have thought? * * * * End of CvsN: 7 Projects and Polyamory * * * * Things are starting to settle in, and so far, I've been far luckier than any man has a right to. In Chapter 8, Virgin no more, Jim and I help Karen move out of her apartment, and one more person joins our love triangle. 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