8 comments/ 56346 views/ 5 favorites Ch. 05: Full Contact By: Wilson Spalding NOTE: This is Chapter Five in the series of Rick and Janie. It helps if you've read the previous chapters, though it's not absolutely necessary. WARNING: this chapter has a *long* set-up to it, so my apologies if you're looking for instant gratification. WARNING (SPOILER): This rest of this paragraph contains key plot information about the story. If you are easily offended, continue reading this warning. If not, skip the warning and continue to the story. Still here? Suffice it to say this chapter would fit in the group sex category as easily as the loving wives category. I think you can see where this is going. If that offends you, close this window and seek entertainment more suitable to your tastes. Rick covered the phone and looked at Jane. She shrugged her shoulders to say 'what?' "It's Dave. The guys want to know if we're up for a post-season football game tomorrow." "I don't know. Are we?" Rick uncovered the mouthpiece. "Sure. Pass the word. Barbeque at noon, play at two – anybody arriving before 11 will be keel hauled." He hung up the phone as punctuation and Janie glanced at him. "What?" "I don't know. Just sort of abrupt." Rick thought about it, then nodded. "Normally, yeah, but he's in business mode right now." "He's on duty?" "He's on break, but radio discipline's a hard habit to break." "Radio discipline? Umm... is that like spanking the radio?" "It means brevity while transmitting." Janie raised an eyebrow, Rick tried again. "Keeping it short." "Ah." Janie nodded –then got a hint of a smile. "11, huh? Planning on sleeping late?" "Sleeping?" One of the cats rubbed herself on Rick's calf. He bent over and gave her a scratch. "Honestly, with all this pussy in the house who gets any sleep?" Jane rolled her eyes and headed toward the kitchen. "Definitely not you." "Definitely not," Rick agreed. "This little shit tucks herself in behind my knees then by morning she's stretched halfway across the bed and I'm balled up on the nightstand." "But she loves you!" Jane giggled. "Well, she's cute but Good Lord, she's like a living space heater." Rick look back down at the cat he was still scratching. She was rolling over for a belly rub. "And you, my dear, could seduce Morris in a heartbeat. Nice stripes. Ever thought about modelling?" Jane called out from the kitchen. "Football. Isn't the pro bowl coming up?" "S'over. We were diving." "Oh. I would've thought that would be a guy weekend." "It was a guy weekend. One guy: me, and I had more important things to do. You, for instance." Janie glanced around the breakfast bar and she was smiling – dazzling – then looked down and covered her mouth. "Quit making me smile, would you?" "Afraid of the laugh lines?" "No, my cheeks hurt. I've been smiling for a whole week." "Yeah. Me too." Janie pursed her lips, trying to straighten the smile from her cheeks. She kept it up as she spoke, looking a bit like a tropical fish. "The girls are demanding a party you know." "Bachelorette thing?" "Probably that at some point, too, but no... They want to be reintroduced to you." "Re... What? Why?" "How often do you hang out with my friends?" "Well, okay." "How often do I hang out with your friends?" "If by 'hanging out' you mean low-cut blouses and undone buttons, then quite a bit." Janie paused, the lip-purse a tad more serious. "We are engaged... Should I get respectable?" "Ha! Why start now?" "Rick!" "Babe, is you is or is you ain't my party girl?" She bit her lip. The look was pure sex. "I is." "Good," Rick nodded. "It's just that your friends seem so uptight." Janie's jaw dropped. "Are you on crack? Your best friends are an engineer, a programmer and a cop. My friends are dancers and actors." "Very stuffy Shakepearean actors," Rick sniffed. "My friends have been in Playboy." "Oh, yeah? Well..." Rick scratched his head. "...My friends have read Playboy." Janie downed her vitamins and chased them with an apricot. "We've gotta get my friends and your friends together. They're good guys. Why aren't they married?" "Because the engineer is an ex pro-volleyball player, the programmer is a rich triathlete, and the cop is semi-pro powerlifter that still has dreams of running off to join the fucking circus!" "Cirque du Soleil is not Barnum & Bailey," Janie countered. "Point is – they party. Don't they tell you about their girlfriends?" "Rarely. The most I heard about girlfriends from this group in the last five years was from you." "Oh." Rick picked at the counter. "Well, we're a couple now... I guess I'll stop talking about my girlfriends." Janie flung an apricot at him. "I'm sorry I don't hang out with your friends, babe." Rick plopped onto the couch and closed his eyes. "A little over a year ago, we had some guys from the Rampart division get reprimanded for workplace harassment. They had to go through counseling and I got roped in to be the counselor. That got me a little gunshy. It didn't help that one of your friends was making passes at me at the time." "A year ago?" "There 'bouts." "I'll bet I know who it was." "Do you want to know?" "Not really. Well, maybe. Yes but not right now." Janie ran her finger along her pursed lips. "Technically, we weren't a couple at that point. You didn't need my permission... and you would've had my blessing." "Really? Well... Woulda, coulda, shoulda – didn't. At that point, I felt 'us' developing and two things hit me: I didn't want to fuck it up and I didn't want to start some soap opera who-fucked-who so I just faded away." "The who-fucked-who has been going on for years but my friends are a little more open about it. Dancers and actors and…" Janie squinted, looking suddenly like a gunfighter. "Wait a second, Mr. Psychologist: you didn't want to start some who-fucked-who but you sent me out to fuck Brian?" "Um, yeah." "What am I missing?" Rick tried to answer but the best he could come up with was a hesitant shrug. "No, you're not getting off the hook that easy, Dr. Evil. I know you too well." Janie was suddenly talking with her hands. "If you didn't want to get caught up in spur-of-the-moment kink, you wouldn't. But you did." "Uh, yeah. You see…" Janie's eyes stayed combat narrow and Rick knew enough to keep going. "I never really stopped thinking about it. I thought about me and her. I felt guilty. I thought about you and me and her. I thought about you and her. Suddenly, I'm thinking about you and a lot of people." Rick tapped his temple, then circled it in the 'crazy' sign. "Somewhere, you'd become my own private porn star. Then, uh… suddenly the moment hits…" Janie stared for a moment, processing it all. "It was Cynthia, wasn't it?" "Yeah." "Well… when I made The Announcement last monday, I heard about another – but I'm not naming names." "They're all women, I hope." "Yes, though Raymond and Leonard think you're great, too. They also think I'll be the wife-of-the-century." "They're right." "...But Sally and Antonio both give us less than a year." Rick searched out his memory. "Sally doesn't like me because I work with cops and Antonio wants you for himself." "Is it that obvious?" "Which part?" Rick saw her expression and waved his hand to cover the whole crowd. "Yes." Janie munched another apricot, then pursed her lips as she thought. "So are you going to freak when my friends start coming over?" Rick glanced at his crotch and cocked an eyebrow. "I promise to be an imperfect gentleman." ### ### ### ### At 11 o'clock and one second, the doorbell rang. Janie was in the kitchen, squeezing orange juice and she hollered out. "GOT IT!" In a few quick steps, she got to the door and peeked out the security hole. It was Brian. The engineer Brian. The tall, curly surfer Brian. The Brian from the couch after the Super Bowl. She hadn't talked to him since that night. 'Oh... Shit,' she thought. She took a deep breath and yanked open the door. His hand was hovering right where he was about to knock, about chin level with Janie. When he saw her, he froze, his hand stuck in mid-air. Her Nike running shorts were loose, cut high and riding low. It was like she was pure leg right up to the point she was pure abs right up to the point she was all boob (which were only half covered by a tank top that was just too comfortable to toss). Brian was wide-eyed and he would've stuttered if he could get his lungs to work. Janie bobbed forward (flashing more boob), kissed his outstretched hand, and bounced away from the door. She looked over her shoulder as she went back toward the kitchen. Brian still hadn't moved his arm. "He's up," Janie explained. "Go talk to him." "Okay." Brian looked past the foyer and down the hall. After a hard swallow, he got enough air in lungs to project. "Put some pants on, man! You've got guests!" Rick's voice echoed back down the hall. "My clock says 10:59." "Well get that clocksucker fixed!" Brian stopped in his tracks and nearly dropped his grocery bags. There was dead silence through the townhouse. "Oh, fuck. I mean..." Janie couldn't stifle her giggles any more. She came out of the kitchen and traded a glass of fresh orange juice for his grocery bags. "You know how to make an entrance, don't you?" "I know how to stick my foot in my mouth." "Foot?" Janie looked over her shoulder at him. "You must be very flexible." Brian's smile went into a half-chuckle, neatly hiding his speechlessness. Janie's voice was low, just audible from the kitchen to the foyer. "...Or was it a foot-long?" Brian nealy choked on orange juice. After he cleared his lungs, he poked his head around the breakfast bar. "If I could do that, I'd never leave the house..." It looked like he was going to carry the joke a little more but he just had to drink in the vision. Firm legs right up to a perfectly smooth ass that was peeking from loose running shorts. Further up were feminine hips, ripe to be grabbed, which shrunk into a tiny waist. Even from behind, as she put potato salad in the fridge, he could the sides of perfectly round boob. She was down to earth, yes, but she looked high maintenance. "...Nah, I take it back. I'd still leave the house." Janie looked over her shoulder at him and let just a hint of smile curve her lips. From just behind Brian: "Dude." "Gah!" Brian spun to face Rick, who was standing in the hallway, armed with a football. Rick still had the frame of a former All-American linebacker and seeing him holding that football was enough to spark visions of living a short life in traction before the dialysis machine failed. "Rick!" "Bri." Rick tossed the football from one hand to another. "Sorry. Did I interrupt your ogling?" "Nnn... Well, yeah." Janie peeked around from the other side of the breakfast bar. "Did I miss something?" "No," the guys said in unison. "Oh. Okay." Janie disappeared back around the corner. Brian watched her disappear, then hung his head. "I don't know how you do it." "They have books that can show you. Or we can have Bill bring another video." "Funny. No, I mean – it's cruel!" Brian looked up. "You share – then you get serious?" The doorbell rang, cutting it off. Rick grinned and slapped his buddy on the shoulder. "Just go with the flow, bro." ### ### ### ### Half an hour later, Brian was grilling burgers, Bill was blending margaritas and Dave was transforming avocadoes into guacamole. U2 guitars were vibrating the sliding glass door and the cats had established an observation post under the dining room table. Back in the bedroom, Janie held up two pairs of sweats, comparing which would look better with grass stains. Rick was a few feet away, tapping his toes while he rummaged through a medical kit. He was pulling out athletic tape, prewrap, more athletic tape, cold packs and even more athletic tape. Janie settled on sacrificing the Reeboks while Rick looked for his EMT scissors. After a moment, Janie dropped her sweats on the bed and studied her betrothed. His expression was hard to define: somewhere between jovial and intense. She couldn't quite figure out if it was a pre-football thing or a sexual tension thing. "Rick...?" "Yeah, babe." "I'm confused." "It's easy. Socks first, then shoes." "No..." "Rape and pillage, then burn." "Yeah, okay, thanks. That clears it up." Rick was focused on his jump kit for another five seconds before her tone sunk in. He turned to face her, giving his full attention to the goddess on the bed. "Shit. You want to girl-ify the bedroom, don't you?" "No. Well, yes, but that's not what's got me right now." "Uh-oh. What has gotten into you?" Janie froze, all her heat pouring into their eye contact. Rick shrugged and chuckled. "Or are you asking what will?" ### ### ### ### Lunch was a blur of tequila and talk. In the background, a bootleg Bono was echoing over their heads. "...At corner of your lips, As the orbit of your hips…" Bill set down his tumbler of tequila and almost tumbled into Janie's cleavage. He steadied himself by grabbing her shoulder, but he nicked a corner of boob on the way. "Whew! Lucky!" Janie helped steady him. "You almost took a dive." Bill shook his head. "No, I was talking about the free feel." Janie furrowed her brow and wagged a finger. "…Bill." "Sorry." "Don't you have a girlfriend?" Bill shook his head again. "Dumped. 'Bout a month ago. My fault." Janie glanced at the tequila. How he stayed in shape to run triathlons was something of a miracle. "Was it the drinking?" "No. Trophy factor." Bill picked up the tequila, looked at it, looked at her, and set it back down again. "You're a trophy, too, don't get me wrong – but at least you two love birds have a connection." "What happened?" "We never really had a connection. She tolerated me because I had a boat and I work with guys that own banks. She dumped me for some Executive VP asshole at Merrill Lynch. More money than God." "I'm sorry." "Like I said, my fault. She was a mercenary and I was a sucker." Bill picked up his tequila. "I try to find women at competitions, but it seems the good ones are all married." "Good ones? What about the hot ones?" "Hot is good, I like hot, but I've been there. Done that. I'll be happy with 'really warm' if she could just have, like, a sliver of personality…" Bill excused himself and Dave took up the torch. The conversation seemed to orbit women and relationships and luck and lack thereof. With Dave, it was women who liked men in uniform. Fun in a way, but a little creepy to dip into the pool of cop groupies. This cop, bless his heart, was doing his noble best not to talk to Janie's boobs, but the weight of Jose Cuervo kept dragging his eyes to cleavage level. There were five people there, the core group of friends, with enough food for ten, enough alcohol for twenty and music loud enough to hear on the other side of the complex. For an hour and a half, it was burgers and salsa and chips and margaritas and shots and more margariatas. By 2, most mortals would've been ready to pass out and sleep it off in the sun. This group, however, was putting on cleats and taping fingers. Janie walked off the patio and joined the guys. They'd already divided into teams: Dave the Giant was with Brian the Beach Stud, Rick the All-American was with Bill the Ironman. As the lone girl approached, Brian tossed her the ball. "You're full-time quarterback, right?" Janie caught the ball like a pro, then tried to spin it and promptly dropped it. "Boys, I can barely throw when I'm sober. We've already got a former lineman and linebacker… how about if you guys be your own quarterbacks and I'll be full-time wide receiver?" There was a moment of silence before the group broke into "Er, yeah–Well–Reminds me of a movie I saw–Umm–Maybe, but you'd start out as a tight end…" "Nice," Jane responded. "I expect I'll eat a little grass, but can we not smush the girl today?" "No ta-kill-ya, guys," Rick stated. "Tackle for us, two-hand touch for her." Everybody mumbled acknowledgement Bill leaned toward Rick. "Can I call the toss?" "Sure. Why?" Bill made a two-hand touch pantomime that ended in cupped grope-hands. "I want to be defense." Rick plonked Bill in the middle of the forehead and the group broke for the kickoff. It wasn't really a kick, but a high-arching 65-yard throw. Janie got under it and caught it in full stride. Dave led the pack, Brian guarded and Janie ran with her wedge. Little Bill dropped and took Giant Dave out at the knees. Brian leaned in and rammed his shoulder out, ready to level Rick – and instead went sailing as the 265-pound husband-to-be demonstrated an all-Pro stutter step. Janie hit the after-burner – there was nothing but end zone in front of her – but she suddenly felt herself falling. In that one split second before her tumble, she looked down to see Rick's hands locked around her ankle. She glared at him as she picked herself up off the grass. Rick smiled. "Sorry, babe, this was the one I couldn't let get away..." "Sweet. Brutal, but sweet…" The next play Dave snapped it to Brian and Janie sprinted down the field. Her dancer's legs were a match for any of the guys, but Bill was the runner of the group. He was barely a step behind, ready to bat the ball or tag her back. She streaked down the field and Bill kept up, but when she turned to catch the pass, she turned right into him. Instead of her back, Bill got two glorious handfuls of lycra-covered boob. The play was over and Bill fell flat on his back, laughing to the sky. Janie stood over him with ball under her arm. "What? I was inbounds!" "Yeah," he choked through tequila breath, "but I was out of bounds and Goddamn that was good!" Janie bent at the knees and pulled him to his feet. "Bill, as long as we aren't making little Janie-sized craters in the grass, you can two-hand-touch all you want, okay?" "I'm all over it," Bill confirmed. The next play… was a quarterback sneak. Dave, with all his former-lineman, powerlifting 300-pound mass, hit Rick hard enough to make him see stars – but it didn't stop him. Janie ran past and Brian tried to follow – and ran face first into Rick's shoulder. It was a two-minute time out for tequila and ice and making sure nobody had a concussion. It set the pace for the game. Through the second quarter, there were a few quarterback sneaks, and a few running plays, but the guys were unloading on each other. Neither Brian nor Bill were really ready to run through the gauntlet of the Rick/Dave battlefield (especially since the defense could claim one blitz for every sneak). It meant a lot of passing plays and a lot of touch on the red-haired receiver. Most were on the back (she was fast), but there were plenty of other "tackles," too. Bill, like any sane man, didn't try to bat the ball away – he let her catch it and went for the touch. More than once, he had full-palm tit gropes. Janie, the competitor, didn't say anything about it, but between Bill and Dave and Brian and especially Rick, she was playing with headlights. Rick didn't say anything either. A part of him got proprietary, though – the part that woke up when he realized old coed-football habits were still in play. On the other hand, they'd all been friends long before he and Janie were an item. Before the jealous part asserted itself, he knew every guy there had once mumbled some admission about a Janie fantasy. Rick was just the one that had risked it past flirting… With every play, there was a charge building in the air. A tension. She wore hand marks and hard nipples. And Rick knew just because they were a couple didn't mean the other guys' fantasies had suddenly dried up. No, now the guys' "tackles" weren't just pawing ripe melons, they were picking forbidden fruit. Rick let it slide; he was operating on the rules he'd laid out two weeks ago – the night they'd crossed the threshold. Was Janie? Maybe. Ch. 05: Full Contact By halftime, Jane was diluting her tequila in 7-Up and matching it sip for sip with water. As she came back out on the grass she looked at the four sweaty guys and waved her hand through the air a few times. Dave looked over and did a subtle pit-sniff. "My Speedstick failing?" Janie smiled and shook her head. "No, thank God, there's just this haze of testosterone out here. Was it this bad when you played in college?" Dave glanced at Rick, who answered with a shrug. The powerlifter squinted as he recalled: "No. When you play in a stadium, you feel more of the adrenaline than the testosterone." "Yeah," Bill interrupted, pointing at Janie. "But you never lined up across from wide receivers that looked like that." "Yeah. True." "I'm a 'that' now?" Janie stomped in mock indignation. "Her!" Bill corrected himself. "I meant-" "That sex goddess?" Rick inquired. Bill looked at him in utter exasperation. "Thanks for the picture, man. Now how am I supposed to run with three legs?" "I'm sure you'll find a way, tripod." Janie wiped the sweat from her brow, but the arm motion pushed her boobs together and every male eye was glued to her globes. "Doesn't Stanford have a cheerleading squad?" "Sure," Bill chimed. "The bush to go with The Tree." Janie rolled her eyes. "And you were all sporting wood?" There were laughs all around. "Lumber," Dave admit. "…But if you thought about cheerleaders when you were on the field, they'd take you off the field on a stretcher." Janie cringed. "Oh, that's not good." "No," Dave agreed. "But if she was hot enough, at least the guy would have a built-in crutch." "Funny!" Rick commented. Dave was right, but still, it was hard not to think hard when his eyes drank in Janie. Tight legs with cut-off sweat pants and grass stains already on her knees. A dancer's bubble butt and taut, glistening abs under heaving c-cup boobs. Right, Rick looked down. Football, the Great American pastime… "Let's play." It was getting dark already but everyone knew: the game must go on. The third quarter started Rick and Bill on offense. Janie lined up and sprinted down the field. Bill played interference against Dave while Rick watched Brian's long-strides keep up with Janie's speed legs. He led her a little and tossed it. She'd put room in between herself and Brian. She caught it – and Brian had to dive to get anywhere close. His two-hands started their touch square on her ass and slid all the way down her legs as he bounced face-first into the grass. Janie stumbled and fell into a roll. After a breath on her back, she exhaled and reached down – the tackle had dragged her sweats all the way down to her calves. Bill and Dave were already wolf whistling while Brian managed to pull his turf-burnt face out of the grass. He looked up just in time for a perfect crotch shot as Janie wiggled her cut-off sweats back up to her hips. As the trio walked up to the pair, Brian's eyes were I-have-seen-heaven wide and Janie was tightening the drawstring on her pants. Rick, Dave and Bill all traded looks that seem to say the same thing: it looked like the pair just had sex. Brian and Janie both looked at Rick as he picked up the football. It was like they sensed what it must've looked like. Both their expressions were searching for some sort of guidance. "Kinky." Rick shot them a shrug and a smirk. "First and goal." There was a collective sigh from the guys and the game continued. By the end of the third quarter, it was dark enough that you couldn't see one side of the field from the other, save for a few bright spots from the complex lights. They'd been out there playing for nearly two hours and between hard effort and tequila time-outs, technique was getting sloppy (or maybe it was getting better). Janie's pants stayed up, but the sportsbra was ever-shifting across her chest. The butt grabs were just as creative. A two-handed touch at that level was inevitably a shove, but the guys were killing themselves to land on her without flattening her. Rick wasn't shy about stealing a kiss every chance he could, while Brian stole one after a 50-yard bomb took them through a lighted patch of field. The tackle put them back in the dark, out of easy sight of the group. Touchdown! Before they detangled themselves, their lips brushed and their tongues touched. In an instant, the night of the Super Bowl – everything that was done – and said – came flooding back to them. The very next play, Bill stumbled on a sprinkler head and flew right into Janie. The pair tumbled into a heap, though Bill twisted in midair like a flying trapeze artist to soften the blow for her. It just so happened that his face got buried in her cleavage – and he gave her a sloppy wet razzberry right between her globes. Janie pulled away and snorted. "Oh, really?" "Sorry. Couldn't help myself." "You owe me a dollar." "For that tease?" She yanked his head right back to her chest, burying his face between her sweaty tits like a world-class lap dancer. Bill dove right in while Janie pulled lycra neckline under her globes. She used her nipples like two-fingered handles and wrapped his head glorious boob. The horny bastard flicked and nibbled both hardened nipples before she pulled away. Janie pulled back and stood up, her tits swinging free. "I don't tease." "Oh, thank God." Brian called out to them from the dark. "Hey, what's going on over there?" Jane finally pulled the lycra back over her boobs but she gave a gratuitous roll of her nipples as she did. Bill was hypnotized. "I was explaining why I'll never drown," Janie shouted. "Sorry?" "First down," Janie stated. "Let's play." Bill lined up for the defensive huddle but swallowed hard when he realized Rick was giving him a long look. As they came together, Rick growled. "Do not bend, fold, spindle or mutilate the wide receiver." Bill swallowed again. "Rick, I'd take a bullet for her. There was no, uh, damage…" "Just checkin'." "No, I uh…" "Oh, I get it." Rick glanced at Janie but even in the shadows, he could her spandex-covered nipples casting long shadows. "Let's keep it R-rated, okay? I live here." Bill blinked through his haze of tequila and testosterone. "I'm on it." The next play felt epic. The teams were tied and even as they were lining up, they could practically hear the ghost of John Facenda narrating the scene. Dave and his 300 pounds of muscle mass was dropping into a four-point stance. Rick was dropping into a limber 3-point but he was a full 40 pounds lighter… yet two tons meaner. Brian stood back in the shotgun and called out to his team, his voice almost in slow motion. Janie started in motion, then turned on the snap and sprinted up the field. Bill was a full step behind her, but Brian, ever gallant, was trying to take some heat off his wide receiver. It was a quarterback sneak. Dave dove for Rick's legs but the ex-linebacker just seemed to float over him. Brian saw Rick closing and braced for impact, giving a strong stiff-arm to ward off the tackle. But the arm crumpled under the onslaught. Brian tucked the ball as he felt the impact, and he saw his world go white as the shockwave passed through his body. Yet his cleat wasn't giving up the fight. His foot stayed in turf as his body turned and fell. And the play was over. Rick paused. "Fuck! What did I just hear?" Brian froze for a moment. "Oh, shit! That was my ankle!" "Aw, dude…" Rick picked Brian off the ground and took him back to the lighted patio. By the time they got there, everybody else was surrounding and helping out. "You okay?" "Howzit feel?" "You want the ice on your ankle or in yer tequila?" "Ice on the ankle, lemon in the tequila." Brian winced and moved his leg. "I think I'm gonna lay down in the grass over there." Janie knelt by his side. "Let me see it." There was silence for a moment. "You're ankle, dimwit." Janie looked and touched the already-swelling joint. "Not broken, but definitely sprained. Elevate the leg, ice it and stay off of it." Rick pointed into the townhouse. "Dude, why don't you go lay down on the bed?" Brian wasn't in a position to argue. Janie, already armpit level for him, volunteered to be his crutch. They disappeared down the hall and the room fell into silence, only broken when Janie came back for ice and Ace wraps. Once she disappeared, Rick exhaled, a little deflated. "Well, it was a good game up to the point tendons tore." "Yeah," Dave agreed. "I think I'm gonna get some salsa." Dave lumbered off and Bill fidgeted until they had an illusion of privacy. "Rick, I'm sorry–" "Shh. I didn't actually see it, so I don't know what happened." "Well, I… She…" "Never mind. She's pretty and we were playing contact ball. We all got a little carried away." "Yeah, but you can get carried away. I can't." "Dude, we've been doing this for years. If I was that concerned about groping, I would ask her not to play anymore. Everybody copped a few good feels and she didn't complain, did she?" "Well, no…" "Did I?" "Not really." Rick took a long swig of water. Maybe it was just an illusion, but his thoughts felt supernaturally lucid. "You're my buddies, she's my buddy. Guys… and girl. You can't be around somebody like that and not feel something. As long as she's comfortable…" Dave almost fell over their shoulders. "…As long as she's comfortable… what?" "The more comfortable she is, the less territorial I am." "So…" Bill composed out loud. "…As long as everybody's having a good time… then everybody's having a good time, right?" "Jesus, you're eloquent. Let me put it this way: I have no problem with Dave's psychic powers willing her shirt open during a game." "Ah, shit, I was hoping you wouldn't remember that." "They're hard to forget." "My special powers?" "No, Dave, hers – both of them." Rick turned back to Bill. "I'm not gonna say do or don't, I'm not gonna say can but I can't say can't. I'm just gonna say be smart and don't fuck it up. Get it?" "Got it." "Good." Bill ambled to his duffle bag and fished around. "Hey, on the not-so-smart side, I brought another couple of videos!" Rick nodded toward the DVD player. "Cool." Dave plopped onto the far right corner couch, by the sliding glass doors. "Let's watch!" Rick closed the blinds on the across the sliding glass door, then took the other half the couch as Bill put the disc in the player. He turned on the stereo for truly immersive sound. The latest installment of "The Gang Bang Girl" did not disappoint, though the music sucked (as usual). The scene was a delivery girl taking a box to a warehouse. Inside were several guys, one of which was smooth enough to put on the moves (or at least recite the dialogue). The actress was a pretty blonde, smallish tits but super-smooth butt. From opening credits, she was on her knees in two minutes flat. It was unreal, but who cares? Watching the girl getting into it, watching more cocks surrounding her, watching her take each one in her mouth. What a slut. What a complete slut. What a beautiful, completely wonderful slut. All three guys were imagining the same thing: that they were there in that warehouse. That some cute, anonymous whore was ready to make them feel good. No guilt and a willing whore made it seem almost wholesome. The action got more intense as the warehouse guys bent her over a desk. The first guy lined up behind her and the camera zoomed in as he rubbed his cock between her labia. A moment later, he slipped it in, burying it to the hilt. Once he had a rhythm, the rest of the crowd lined up for their turn, half of them lining up for love from the upper lips. Then boom – double penetration. Through the haze of tequila and porn, Rick was vaguely aware that his own sex kitten was missing out: Janie should be here. Rick had flashbacks of watching her get excited during the last video. Where was she? In back with Brian, his memory answered. Rick had a vision of Janie riding Brian on the couch, right about where he was sitting. He had a sudden second vision: her riding him on the bed. "Shit." Rick suddenly stood. Bill looked up. "What?" "Gotta piss." Rick rounded the loveseat and headed down the hall. In three fast strides, he closed on the bedroom door – the closed bedroom door. In a heartbeat, he wondered what he would see when he turned the handle. What were they doing? In the same step, Rick knew Brian wasn't going to doing anything athletic, much less anybody athletic. That ankle was fucked. On the next step, Rick halted abruptly, shook his head, and ducked left into the guest bathroom. It was a struggle to pull his semi-turgid tool out of his pants and it took another moment to actually coax the piss out. He heard the bedroom door open and Janie's voice in the hall. "Trust me, you don't need any more tequila right now – and neither do I." Brian wasn't a huge drinker – that was Bill's forte – so he was probably in pain. And if Janie was turning down tequila, then she was already sloshed. She was master of maintenance, slowing down and holding steady when the buzz was just right. Rick shook it off, washed his hands and stepped out. The bedroom door was open and Brian was lying on a towel on the bed. His leg was elevated and his ankle looked like a mummified basketball. "How's it feeling, bud?" "It's been better – but the hospitality makes up for it." Brian gave a shit-eating grin, then winced as the ankle reasserted itself. "Janie taking care of you?" "You have snagged the most amazing woman on the planet." "I think so." Rick checked Brian's shorts but they were still on. Not that it meant much. "Bill brought entertainment. Again. You up for watching?" "I'll be up again shortly, I'm sure." "Yeah, I'm sure too." Rick held out a hand and Brian grabbed it. In one fluid motion, Rick pulled the injured friend to his good foot. This time, Rick was the crutch, helping his friend down the hall. As they entered the living room, both Dave and Janie were lost in the video. Bill, however, was staring at the live red head next to him. "Eh," Rick grunted. "Make room." Bill hopped up, nodding. He seemed twitchy. Rick chalked it up to watching a porno with Janie in the room but not Rick. In a couple of staggered steps, they got Brian around and dedicated the loveseat to him so he could keep the ankle raised. Janie headed for the kitchen, brushing past Rick, as Bill sat on the couch. Her body was still radiating heat. Rick got his friend situated. "You okay?" "Well…" Brian winced. He glanced toward the kitchen then leaned around to look at the action on the television. "…You make a better door than a window." "Yeah, you're fine." Rick traded glances with Bill, who looked a little spooked. Odd. Dave was lost in the porno and the action was still in the middle of sharing the blonde in the warehouse. Whatever. "Drink?" Brian shook his head, Dave was lost to the world and Bill nodded. Rick took a breath and headed out of the living room, missing yet more of the hot blonde getting double reamed. Between the football and the tequila, it was a bit of a stagger to get into the kitchen. Janie was fishing out bottled water from the fridge and Rick called to her. "Two more." Jane nodded and met him on the kitchen side of the breakfast bar. She was well into 'tipsy.' Both of them leaned against the counter and watched the porno from an angle. The blonde was getting triple teamed on a desk now. One guy underneath, buried between her lips, another behind her, sliding it between her cheeks… and a third getting a blowjob. Janie was staring at the scene, her eyes intense. She looked absolutely gorgeous standing there, bent over, her boob size accentuated by hanging in the sportsbra. Even better, she was utterly absorbed by a picture of debauchery. Was she imagining being in the warehouse? That it was her instead of the blonde? Was she imagining this scene in the middle of the living room? Was she–what the fuck? Rick's gaze climbed from her eyes to her forehead. She had a thin sheen of sweat but that was expected: she'd been sprinting after a football not fifteen minutes ago… No, right on the edge of her eyebrow was a shiny clump. In her hair were another couple of damp, white wads… of cum. Brian's cum. Bill's nervous looks suddenly made sense. There was another spot on her neck and several across her chest – with one dark slimy splotch spread across her sportsbra. Janie tilted her head and smiled. "Thanks for bringing Brian out. I know he didn't want to miss any action." "I don't think he did." They locked eyes, Janie a bit unsure, and she bit her lip. Rick leaned over and whispered into her ear. "You've got cum on you." Her eyes went wide and she reached for her chin. "Oh my God! I thought I wiped it off." Brazen, Rick thought. "You missed your forehead, your hair…" She didn't deny it, she didn't admit it; it just was. Tonight, she was operating on their special rules. Tonight, she was in touch – and she was his whore. "…Neck. Shirt. He came buckets." "Oh…" Janie looked at Bill just as he glanced back at them. She smiled sweetly and turned back to Rick. Her whisper barely carried over the raunch on the television. "Now I know why he was looking at me like that." Then another thought hit her. When she whispered again, her breath seemed a little musky. "Does he think I'm a total slut now?" "Think? There's not much question, is there?" "No." Janie gazed at the counter. "Are we okay? Do you still want me to be your 'party girl'? Do you still want me at all?" "Of course." Rick slid over and pulled her tight against his side. The sensations were overwhelming him: her heat against him, the smell of sweat, sex, salsa and grass. "How does it feel to be the perfect hostess?" "Naughty." "Good." Janie smiled, a bit coy. "Could you hand me a paper towel?" "Eh… No." She looked at her fiancée. "Why?" "I don't want it to look like we're covering up." "We aren't?" "A little late if we were, but no… We're not keeping secrets, babe, we're just being discreet." "So, tonight…?" Janie looked at the rest of the guys in the living room and bit her lip. Her gaze jumped from Brian to Bill to Dave. "What do you want me to do?" "Play it cool –what happens, happens." Rick looked at the television and saw the blonde smiling and fondling balls as guy after guy lined up to jerk jizz onto her face. "…And when something else happens, don't clean it off. Cool?" Janie followed the porn right into Rick's head. "Cool." "Now, are you sit down and watch with us?" "I'm going to nibble a little first. I need something else in my stomach." "I'll be waiting for you." Rick stepped back around to the living room and claimed a middle spot on the couch. The first gangbang scene was coming to a close and the blonde was absolutely frosted in cum. It was intensely erotic. Not artistic, not romantic, just a picture of pure carnal action. Brian and Rick shared a knowing nod but Bill was still frozen to his seat. In the lull between segments, Rick glanced over to see Bill's expression. It was somewhere between fear and horror. Rick leaned over and whispered. "It's cool." "It's cool?" Bill glanced between them, back toward Janie, then fixed his gaze on Rick. His expression relaxed into a sudden dawning. "…As long as everybody's having a good time… then everybody's having a good time, right?" "Now you get it." "Oh, Jesus. I thought I was going witness a murder." Bill leaned further back, his grin widening into a full smile. "I am now very happy." Ch. 05: Full Contact "Good. Janie thought you looked a little freaked out." "Can you blame me?" "No," Brian interjected. He'd been listening. "So…" Bill glanced around, then focused on the television. He looked suddenly confused. His whisper was just loud enough to carry over the technofuck music. "Are you two, uh, three… like, swingers or something?" "Swingers? Good word for it." "So, uh…" Rick leaned over and held up his hand. "If you think about it too hard, it'll never happen." "Right," Bill nodded. He tried to swallow but his mouth was dry. "Weren't you going to bring out a water?" "Sorry, forgot," Rick smiled. "You know where they are." Bill stood, teetered a bit, then angled for the kitchen. On the wide-screen plasma, the guys were already checking out the next mark: an unusually big-boobed Asian girl. A little bit of stock footage from Van Nuys airport… then "Kim" is detained by airport security. "Sorry, ma'am, but the rules require a cavity search." "But I floss twice a day!" "That's not the kind of cavity we mean, ma'am, but you'll definitely want your tooth brush when we're done…" It was a kick to see where this was going (and with the fake TSA badges, Rick figured it was loosely based on real life). ### ### ### ### Bill staggered back to the kitchen, just skirting eye contact with Janie as he did. He slipped past her, sliding behind and around her to get to the fridge. He wanted nothing more than to grab her hips and… As he sidestepped, he kept his hands to himself. After fishing a cold water bottle from the fridge, he bellied up to the breakfast bar, standing right next to her. At her elbow was a spare water bottle. In her hand was a piece of plain wholegrain toast. "Hungry?" Bill started brilliantly. "No, just supporting our local bakers," she explained. "Okay, I deserved that one." Both of them stared at the television a moment. The Asian's shirt was off and a security guy was checking her boobs for explosives. Bill took a sip. "I thought Asians were usually petite." "They are. And most of her is." "Not her! Her boobs are as big as…" Bill grimaced and took another sip. "Mine?" "Well, I was gonna say… yours." "Thought so." "Thank you. By the way." They both glanced at her chest, though she watched his eyes as he scanned the cum spots. "I am sorry about the boob razberries, though," Bill rattled on. "We'd all been… I mean, honestly, I took advantage out there. I mean, Rick didn't even tell me until just now… that…" "What?" "That you two are swingers." Bill nodded. "That's great news, by the way." Janie got an ever-so-subtle smile. "And why's that?" Bill could feel his heart pounding in his chest. "Because I loved diving into your chest and I'd give my right arm to do it again." She stood there, chewing toast in all her glory, sexier than Bill could ever remember. "Swingers, huh?" She washed the last of the toast down with a sip of water. "I guess that's a good way to put it." "How do you put it?" "That I'm his party girl." Janie swept the red hair from her face. "Or that I'm his whore. I'm a little submissive, so I like them both." Bill blinked a few times. "Do you have any paper towels?" Janie's eyes went wide. "You didn't!" "No, but at this rate, I might." Janie smiled and turned back toward the television, letting the level ride for a moment. Absentmindedly, she started caressing the hem of the sportsbra at it's lowest, her fingers just brushing the tops of her breasts where cleavage was the deepest – and where Brian's cum was still drying. "So I take it you noticed." "Yes." Bill took a nervous sip of water. "So, ah, was Brian the first…?" "Tonight?" Bill blinked again, then blurted: "Yeah." "Yes." "But Rick didn't, uh, hasn't…?" "Not yet. Besides," Janie licked her lips. It wasn't lascivious, just softly inviting. "He likes me a little sloppy." Bill stood frozen a moment. It was like getting a dare to climb into a barrel, knowing that Niagara Falls was just down river. He looked at her and couldn't believe he could be standing there, next to a goddess – this slut goddess – that seemed to wear cum like a badge of honor. Her words buzzed in his head: …submissive …sloppy… Bill reached for her and ran his fingers up her arm. She smiled at him, then turned back to the television. She didn't brush him off, she didn't move toward him, she didn't move away. She just smiled as she watched the Asian girl suck cock. A glance into the living room was a reality check. Dave was still in the far corner, his eyes locked on the screen. Even if he looked over – he'd be blinded to anything on the far side of the tube. Still, what if he could see? A heartbeat later, it was a rush to think he might see. Brian's swollen ankle was visible, resting on the back of the loveseat, but the rest of him was out of view. Rick – Rick was looking at them. The caress froze. Even though they were in the dark of the kitchen, Rick could see them. Yet it was clear what he was looking at – he was focused on her. It was pure eye contact between future husband and wife. Jane was looking at her fiancée, her lips parted, her breath held. …His whore… Her word submissive echoed again. Bill hooked his left thumb under her near shoulder strap and Rick held her gaze. The couple didn't break eye contact as the third man traced a line up her far side, sending a shiver down her spine. Bill hooked his right thumb under Janie's far strap. The future husband had the slightest grin – and he nodded to Bill. Janie felt the spandex sliding off her shoulders. She felt cool air rush over her suddenly exposed breasts. She felt her whole body tighten – though her nipples couldn't have gotten any harder. She felt Bill slide behind her, and she felt his rigid dick pressing into her ass. He reached around, and in the flickering light of the television, hefted her naked tits in his hands. Rick stared back at them and she watched her future husband nod approvingly as she was groped. Bill cupped her heavy globes and he rolled her nipples between his fingers. From across the room, her fiancée smiled as she was openly fondled, right there in the kitchen. Rick took a deep breath and forced his attention back to the Asian whore on the screen. Bill leaned over, his hands still massaging her tits. "I've wanted you for years." Janie took one last look at Rick, then kissed the side of Bill's face. Her lips were soft and gentle. "Take me. Take what you want." Bill had to breathe deep. "I want what Brian had… but I want more. I want you every way I've ever imagined you." She kissed him again, flexing her butt at the same time – massaging his hard cock through his pants. "I do have to go to work in morning, William." "How much can I sample?" "How long can you last?" She whispered back. Bill wanted to say forever. He had instant visions of fucking the goddess on every flat surface in Santa Monica. He slid his hands to her hips and knew the answer was not long. One picture popped into his head, the one that had been sparked when his face was buried in her cleavage. "Can I…?" Submissive. Bill swallowed and started again. "I want to fuck your tits." Janie smiled and turned to face him. He got in a boob squeeze, but couldn't even kiss her before she started sinking, her hand sliding down his chest, down his abs, down to his waistband. She flipped her hair out her face and pulled on his shorts. She could see his bulge in front of her, inches away from her lips. She slid the shorts further and hooked the jock in her fingers. She tugged the elastic until she saw a mass of hair and the base of his stiff tool. A moment later, Bill's prick sprung out, brushing her cheek. Janie tilted her head and took him into her mouth. One long suck on his shaft and Bill's knees started to buckle. She pushed forward, swallowing around him, coating his cock in saliva. His balls were already tightening. Janie pulled back and pushed her boobs together. "Fuck me! Fuck my tits!" Bill leaned on the counter and bent at the knees. He aimed his cock just below her globes and felt the heat of her chest. He thrust and it was perfect, sliding his shaft through her cleavage. It was so perfect, so smooth, so firm, so hot. Janie pressed her boobs, making a perfect path for Bill's cock. Her nipples were between her fingers, ultra sensitive as Bill started thrusting, fucking her tits. His bulbous head poked out, thrusting toward her neck, then disappeared between her luscious tits. She dropped her chin to her chest and stuck her tongue out, intent on catching the tip of his prick. Her mouth was like a target for him, and he thrust his tool through her cleavage, fucking her chest until he scored, his head touching her tongue. In that instant, the vision matched what he'd imagined for years. He verged on shock as he exploded between her tits. She held her tits tight, her globes milking the jizz from his cock. His thrusts stuttered as his cock shot wads up toward her neck, covering her chest in sperm. Built up from a day of flirting, she was a mess. A moment later, he could barely move his hips. Janie let go of her tits and took him in her mouth. Gently and slowly, her eyes closed, she nursed on his sensitive cock. As she swallowed the last of him, she reached between her legs, under her loose waistband, and slid a finger in her panties. With Bill's cock in her mouth, she cupped his balls with one hand and circled her clit with the other. Her lips were locked around his shaft, her hand lovingly massaging the last of his sperm into her mouth, her other hand… pushing her button. She opened her eyes and looked up past his cock, making eye contact with her old friend just as her orgasm burst out. Waves of pleasure rocked her, warm vibrations radiating from her middle to her toes to the lips that were wrapped around a cock. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned back against the cabinet. Bill's cock fell from her mouth though a long strand of cum and saliva kept them connected. She couldn't stand to touch her clit so she circled around it. Her other hand traced a line between her breasts to feel the slippery evidence. Some of the clumps were starting to roll down her chest, forming a little river in her cleavage. She ran a finger through it – slimy, a bit clumpy and very warm. She was inhaling the scent as Bill pulled his shorts back over his semi-hard cock. He offered her a hand up but she waved him off, staying on her knees on the floor. She closed her eyes, still feeling last fading waves of her orgasm. Only now did the sound of the TV start creeping back to her consciousness. Still, she could feel Bill kneel next to her. "Staying here?" "Afterglow." "Tell me about it." Bill put a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you." Janie smiled but she kept her eyes closed. "I can die now. I don't even have to go to heaven. Heaven came to me." Janie opened her eyes. "You're very sweet." "I will always remember this." Janie cocked an eyebrow. "What? Me on my knees, your cum on my tits, your dick in my mouth?" She blew him a kiss to punctuate it. Bill paused. He was picturing it already. "I think I'm hard again." "That's pretty good considering all the tequila you had…" "If you could only see what I'm seeing." Janie ran a finger through his cum, then licked it off. "Remember it. Next time you see me, picture your cum on my tits. When you hear me say hello, picture my lips wrapped around your cock…" Bill adjust the shaft in his shorts. "It'll be nice to remember it instead of just imagining it." Janie dabbed his cum on her lips like it was lip-gloss, then gave him a sassy, seductive smile. "Jesus. You're like an evil Tinkerbell, you know that?" "Tinkerbell is a blonde… but I'd do her." Bill's eyes bugged out and he had to adjust his shorts again. "My god, what I'd give to do you right now!" Janie lifted her arms over her head and gave him a coy look. "What's stopping you?" "That I have to piss so bad I'm gonna burst – then I know I'm just gonna stumble off and pass out and I'm not gonna remember any of this." Janie pouted, circled her breasts and rolled her nipples in her hands. "That is a shame, Bill. I mean: if you can't remember the first, then you can't have the second…" He looked at her, his gaze serious. "What are the odds there would ever be a second?" "That's up to Rick, Ironman. I'm his." "Would you ever be up for a second?" "Brian got his second tonight." "Yeah, but that's Brian…" Bill stopped mid-sentence. His dick was starting to poke out of his shorts. "You've done… When?" "Super Bowl weekend." Bill slapped his forehead. "After I left?" "We almost called you back, but you'd been drinking." Jane reached down and slid her arms back into her sportsbra. "We didn't want you driving." "Son of a… That's enough to make me want to get on the wagon." Bill stood and edged away, toward the bathroom. "So I might get another shot?" Janie smiled, almost shy – and nodded. ### ### ### ### The Asian whore was on her knees, naked save for a choker and high heels. Surrounding her was a circle of black slacks, shiny shoes and stiff cocks. She'd been fucked blue by the crew, starting in a long sequence as the lieutenant used his nightstick on her like a dildo – and she got off on it. It was one of those moments where you know the "actress" isn't acting. She started sucking another officer's cock as she was fucked by the club. She came, convincingly, her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth. The lieutenant took the place of the nightstick and she started bouncing between the men, those fantastic tits jerking around as she was double teamed. A minute later, the nightstick dildo came back to play. They dipped the shaft in her wet cunt for lube, then slid it up her ass. As they started pounding all three holes, she looked like of the few actresses that genuinely enjoyed her job. Every couple of minutes, they'd take the stick from her ass and feed it to her. It was absolutely nasty, yet painfully hot. She would run her tongue along it and inhale her scent. They'd see her juices: slimy white against the black shaft, then the weapon would go into her mouth. She'd bob on it like a cock and it would come out clean. Then it turned to triple-teaming. Guys would fuck her, lubing up in her pussy, then switch fuck her very inviting ass. Like musical chairs, the five guys would move from pussy to ass to mouth. If you thought about it, it was disgusting, yet you took your eyes off of it. The two odd men out got occasional wanks from her as she was fucked silly and one of them straddled her to fuck her tits. The gangbang went on for six or so minutes until the guys were ready to pop. She got on her knees and the nightstick came back. She lowered herself until the handle slid up into her. She rode it like a short, well-ribbed dildo as the officers surrounded her. Janie passed in front of the television just as the money shots started. She ducked and slid on to the couch, between Rick and Dave. She steadied herself with a hand on each of their legs, but she didn't take her hands off as she leaned to whisper to her fiancée. "I could never do that." Rick answered without taking his gaze off the scene. "Really? I figured you'd be a natural." "Well… this part, maybe, but double dipping? So unclean. And ass-to-mouth? That's just gross!" "Not even for me?" Janie was silent a moment. She was gripping his leg pretty hard as she thought. "You'd have to give me warning. I'd have to be sooo rinsed out… and even then – I'm not making any promises!" Rick started to lean over for a kiss when he smelled the unmistakable aroma of sex. He glanced at her in the reflected light of the television. Her face was the same, the cum on her forehead maybe a bit dried out… She glanced past him, toward Brian as he looked at her. She smiled, and Rick knew they'd made eye contact. Brian was seeing the same things as Rick: a field of fresh cum splattered across her tits, oozing down between her globes. Rick nodded. From the time he'd given approval and looked away, Bill had taken it from fondle to full tit-fuck. "In the kitchen?" "You didn't see me go down?" "Missed it. I was watching a different whore." Janie pouted. "She's pretty but I'm live." "Yes you are, and prettier than her." "You're sweet." "And from the looks of it, you're salty." Rick glanced around, then leaned back to Jane. "No, same sit with Brian. Once I gave the go-ahead, I gave distance. I figured he had to build some confidence before he could perform… in public." Janie nodded as she bit her lip. She started stroking his leg and Rick saw she was doing to the same to Dave. She leaned over a little closer to her fiancée. "Thank you." "You're having fun?" "I am so… in touch. Are you having fun?" "I'm excited. That count?" Janie nodded. "When do I get to have you?" "When you're sloppy enough." Janie bit her lip again and glanced at the screen: the Asian looked like a glazed Krispy Kreme with nice tits. "Will Dave be shy?" "Circus boy?" "Guess not," Janie shrugged. "Are you ready to see a show?" "Ready?" Rick whispered. "You're my personal porn star, babe. After all these performances, it's time I actually see you suck some cock." Janie smiled. She leaned back and watched the scene with the Asian close out. There was some technofuck music to smooth the transition, then a few credits, and the next scene faded back up with a leggy brunette walking into a nightclub. Different techno faded up, thumping the whole room. Still a primal beat but a little more "clubby." Janie took a deep breath as the dialogue started. The brunette was there to meet her girl friend – a blonde. From across the room, the blonde waved and got her attention. The blonde was seated, nursing a drink in a circle of attentive guys. "Lisa!" "Jenny!" The brunette (Jenny) leaned over and stage whispered over the music. "So who is he? Who's the blind date?" "Well, I couldn't pick just one. I brought two. Then they brought a couple friends, too." "Oh, my god." "You won't pay for one drink tonight-" "I promise," said one hired stud, cutting in to the conversation. Janie leaned over to Dave. "I'll bet this happens to you all the time." Dave shook his head. "You know, I was thinking about it when you asked and I can't remember a one." "No blind dates?" "Nope," Dave shrugged. He was still struggling for eye contact. "I've had a couple of deaf ones, and there was one with really bad balance, but no blind dates." Janie punched his arm and he just chuckled. Dave's gaze lost to boob gravity. He stared at her chest for several deep breaths before Janie turned toward him a little more. As he stared, Janie framed her boobs with her arms and squeezed them together. Her tits seemed to jump out at him – and Bill's cum glistened in the light of the television. Dave gave her glancing eye contact. "I'm sorry." Even as he apologized, his gaze was back exploring her globes. "Me, too." She looked at her chest. "I still have, uh…" "Bill." "You saw?" "I'm a cop. I notice things." Dave pulled his gaze away to glance at her forehead and hair. "I noticed you'd been in back with Brian for a while, and I noticed when you came out. I was just trying to be polite." "So you know…" "It's hard to miss." Dave smiled at her, charming and disarming. There was a flicker in the big man's eyes, though. He glanced behind her – at Rick. There was a nod between them. Permission requested, permission granted. Encouraged, even.