15 comments/ 20958 views/ 20 favorites Helplessness Blues By: 40DayDream Hi! So Helplessness Blues is my first attempt to write anything like this. I actually am working on a much longer story, but I sort of dreamed this up in the last few days. Admittedly, it's a bit fluffy with fairly one-dimensional characters. The story actually did start as a rather unpleasant dream I had recently, although I think it ended well. I don't remember which parts were from the dream and which I made up except that the dildo was definitely not from the dream and the twins were. Spanish twins aren't typically the type of thing that I think about when I'm conscious. I'd recommend against judging the story based on the first few sentences, it's more romantic than sensationalist, I think. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. All rights reserved. Chapter 1 - Sleeping In I woke up in the center of the football field. I was sore, shivering, and naked, with a dildo up my ass. OK, so I hate it when people give a two minute synopsis of their life at the beginning of the story as much as the next guy. That being said, I'm also not a huge fan of the phrase 'dildo up my ass', so what the hell... I think some background information may be warranted. My name is Gerald Summers. I had just finished my senior year of high school in the Chicago area. I won't tell you what school it was, but the pictures ended up on the internet and the story was on the news, so it probably wouldn't be hard to figure it out. Like I said, I had just finished my senior year. This was just in between the end of classes and the actual graduation ceremony. I was the top student in my class, so I had a speech that I needed to be preparing for. Instead, I was sleeping naked in a football field. I'm roughly six feet tall with brown hair, which I wore in a buzzcut at that time. I'm definitely a little fat, since I'm pushing 200 pounds. Not all of that is fat, I work construction when I'm not at school so I would like to think that there is some muscle under the layer of blubber. I'll get back to that in a second. My friends would call me Jerry, if I had any. As it is, people call me Gerald. Of course, that is when they're not calling me Gary. One girl, who I went to school with from the fifth grade on, calls me Tony. No, neither of those names is a nickname. You see, I'm a loner. I wouldn't say I'm shy, I just don't understand social relationships. It never made sense to me how you go from being friendly to being friends. I could never figure out when to give somebody a call and when to back off, so I eventually just backed off from people entirely. When I was seventeen, my parents were killed in a car crash. Without any close relatives, I got myself emancipated by a court and I was living in a very small apartment. While I finished high school, all of my spare time went into working construction for a friend of my Dad's. That certainly didn't make my social life more vibrant. In the fall, I was going to take a full scholarship to Northwestern and start my life over. Since it's relative to the story, and because most of America has already seen the pictures, I'll admit that I have a very average-sized penis. I was always good friends with it, though, so it didn't seem to be a problem. At the time this happened, I was also a virgin. All of that leads back to the scene on the football field. I received an invite to a pre-graduation party for the popular people. Of course, I had never received an invite like this before but I assumed that it might be because I was valedictorian. Typically I wouldn't have taken someone up on an effort like that, but I was feeling my virgin-ness particularly severely. I had a puerile fantasy that I might find a hot cheerleader who had just realized that hooking up with smart guys was the best way to earn some financial stability for the future. Of course, that was foolish of me, these girls were smart and they knew that is was six to ten years before I would have big time money. That gave them plenty of time to enjoy themselves before starting to dig for gold. When I joined the party it was already underway. Nobody paid any attention to me as I wandered from room to room. The football team was well represented at the party, along with the basketball team, and so were the cheerleaders. I didn't know a lot of the people at the party but I did notice that Tyler Vernes, the star linebacker, and Jason Erie, the star running back, were entertaining the spanish twins. I didn't know the twins' names, but I did know that they were senior cheerleaders who were impossibly gorgeous. The two identical twins had move to the US from Spain in their early teens and still spoke with a slight accent. 5'4" or so, and slender, they had a dark, curly beauty that I associate with the Spanish. Eventually, Trent Graves, the star quarterback walked up with Emma W-something. She was an unbelievably tall, blond cheerleader who made me drool when I looked at her. Trent was the golden boy of the school, he led the team deep into the state playoffs that year and was going to take a full football scholarship from Miami of Ohio. He was also a gigantic douchebag, although I had forgotten it at the time. In retrospective, I should have been more careful around that group. I wasn't always the nicest to my intellectual inferiors. During Junior year I had notoriously lambasted Trent for his claim that walruses were a mythical creature. (I mean, seriously... walruses?) Trent gave me a backslap and a drink. He said it was great to have me at the party. I took the drink from him and had a swig to say thanks. It was the last thing I remembered before waking up in the football field. ***** Staggering to my feet slowly, I was not aware that a hangover could feel that bad. I reached back and found the reason that my ass seemed so sore. After checking that the plastic member didn't have any blood on it (that seemed important), I hurled it as far as I could manage. Given my physical state, it wasn't very far. I was slowly becoming aware of my circumstances. I was naked, shrivelled (it was cold after all), and alone. As far as I could tell, it was probably sometime before 6 AM. Also, my body was covered in sharpie marks. A quick memory check verified that I had no idea how I had ended up there. The last thing I remembered was taking that drink from Trent. Memory lane would need to wait. I needed to get home without being arrested. It took some adventurous and careful scuttling, but I reached my apartment without being arrested or giving anyone a heart attack. Luckily I lived less than a mile away. After getting home, I locked and barred the front door and then went to take the world's longest shower. The sharpie marks didn't want to come off, but I verified that they wouldn't show if I was wearing long sleeves and pants. I followed the shower with an intense water drinking session to try to re-hydrate. After that I fell on to the bed and slept for most of the day. Chapter 2 - Master Plan After getting up, I found something to eat and took as many ibuprofen as I thought I could handle without causing permanent liver damage. I needed to find a way to figure out what happened to me and I needed to learn whether rumors were spreading about me. I let the coffee finish brewing, then I sat down with a cup of joe and started to replay the events I could remember in my head. I had seen the three football dickheads. They probably wouldn't be very much help, especially if my suspicion was correct that Trent was responsible for... whatever it was that happened. I had seen Emma and the Spanish twins. Emma wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire in front of her, so that wouldn't help me very much. The twins didn't seem like such bad sorts, although I had never seen them in a context besides the football team. Maybe I needed to save them for later. Continuing to rack my brain, I realized that I did know one person who might be able to help me just to understand what happened. Billy Williams may have been the starting point guard, but I knew that before he was a jock, Billy had been a weedy eighth grader who was my primary math olympiad rival. He was the first person I could try. I pulled on some clothes (all long sleeved) and rushed over to the school to try to find Billy. Fortunately, seniors were on campus to clean out their lockers. I was able to track Billy down as he was leaving campus. He looked astonished to see me. Then he looked frightened. I was finally able to pull him to his Honda, so that we could get in and discuss. It took several minutes for me to convince him that I was not there to rip out his liver with my bare hands. That was not a good sign. Finally, he began to talk to me, albeit in a shaky manner. "Look Barry," (I didn't correct him.) "I really don't think you want to... you know... umm... know... what happened. Ignorance is bliss and all that shit. Man, just forget about it." I put my hand on his headrest so that I could turn and address him. He jumped like I had pulled a machete on him. That was definitely not a good sign. "Look, Billy. I just need to know what happened to me. I don't have any elaborate revenge plans." "You sure, man? I mean... some things are better off not known." (Most definitely not a good sign.) "Billy, you look really scared of me. As you can tell, I'm staying pretty calm. Start giving me something if you want me to stay that way." My voice was as intimidating as I could manage. You see, I'm not a violent guy. I took a couple of years of martial arts when I was in junior high, but gave it up when it was obvious that I would never be that good. As far as I can remember, I've never been in a fight. That being said, I probably had forty-five pounds on Billy, even if it was mostly fat. In Billy's little Honda, I think that I became even more imposing. "OK, look I left before that shit happened, but there are pictures..." "Pictures?!!!" "Yeah, man, I'll show you where." Billy pulled out his phone and showed me how to find them on a familiar social networking site. He looked like he wanted me out of his car before I looked at them. I didn't blame him. "Buddy, look you gotta remember that I was gone by the time that happened. I really didn't like the vibe of the party. If you really want to know anything more, talk to Lucia and Elena Martin. You may not think so when you look at those pictures, but those Spanish twins are good people. Be easy on them." Billy peeled out of the parking lot as fast as a '93 Civic will let you. Chapter 3 - Oh No I sat down on the curb before I began looking at the photos. Bile bubbled in my throat. I was afraid of what I would see. No, that's a lie. I was terrified. The only thing that compelled me to peek was the fear that my amnesia might wear off. I wanted to know just how many thousands of dollars of therapy I was in for. Impulsively, I put in my passcode and opened up the site that Billy had shown me. The pictures seem to whizz by me. At first I was simply standing in the party, looking drunk with a stupid grin on my face. It seemed that I stood there a little while before people took notice of me. Then Emma walked up to me with a sharpie. She pulled off my shirt and began to write. The pictures were telling a story like one of those cartoons you draw in a flipbook, stuttering and disjointed but coherent enough to be understood. I watched at least six people draw or write on my torso. The next set of pictures, I was standing naked in a bathroom, flaccid. The people visible in the mirror appeared to be laughing. They pushed me towards the tub. Then there was someone standing in the tub with me. The Martin twins... that's why Billy warned me. They didn't appear to be too happy. One has an unreadable expression on her face while the other had a sheepish grin. Both were in their underwear. Someone started the water. I can only imagine someone thought it would be funny for me to have a shower with two hot girls. 'The only time he'll ever get to shower with cheerleaders!' Something like that, I'm sure. Then both girls seemed somewhat uncomfortable. The next picture showed why, the photo version of me had an erection. From what I can tell, the girls teased me until it happened but neither seemed willing to actually touch my boner. Like I said, I'm only average size. This wasn't an advertisement for my sexual prowess that I wanted to disseminate. My mind raced through a series of reactions in short order. Disgust followed by an urge to vomit followed by anger followed by embarrassment finally ending in disassociation. The guy in the picture couldn't possibly be me, could he? I had always assumed, faced with something like this, that a person would settle on an emotion and stick with it, whether it be rage or shame. I was wrong. My head continued to spin all afternoon, changing emotions so quickly that I couldn't keep track. Eventually, I managed to focus. The pictures weren't done. Continuing on, I saw what I had feared. I'm bent over and someone is inserting the dildo up my ass. This time I did vomit before continuing. Strangely enough, the next thing I thought was that I looked fat from behind. Vanity always prevails, I guess. There were a series of photos showing the insertion. From what I could tell, nobody felt a need to do anything more vigorous than just inserting it. Ashamed to say, I found myself thankful for the homophobia of football players. The final set of photos was of the football field. I'm spread eagled on the ground, probably unconscious, surrounded by a circle of cheerleaders. They took care to get a series of photos with the cheerleaders featuring both my flaccid front and my dildo decorated rear. Like I said, if you have any interest, you can probably find the photos. They ended up on the internet and then made it into some news stories. Congratulations me, I was now an internet superstar. I vomited again. Chapter 4 - Two Birds It took me some time to recover my composure after viewing the pictures. Eventually, I dragged myself back to my feet. If I wanted revenge, I needed to find out more. The only people that I could currently blame were Trent, Travis, Jason, Emma, the twins, and the cheerleader squad. There must have been fifty people at that party. I also had some questions about what had happened to me and why. After a great deal of effort to focus, I remembered something I knew about the twins. You could often find them sitting and studying in the public library. They would be done with classes, but maybe they had standardized tests that they were studying for or something. I walked a couple of miles to the library, not sure I could trust myself to drive. One long walk and ten minutes of library searching later, I spotted them alone at a table in the corner. Unsure how to handle the situation, I approached slowly. When I was about ten feet away, they spotted me and seemed to freeze as I covered the rest of the distance. I slid into one of the chairs opposite the pair. I can't say that I had ever taken too much notice of the girls before now. Typically it was more peaceful for me to ignore the really hot girls. Less stupid jealousy that way, you see. This time I did notice two pairs of large brown eyes under long lashes. They were both dressed informally in t-shirts and shorts with their curly, black hair hanging down over their shoulders. Now that I was here, I didn't know what to say. After all, I had never accused anyone of physically violating me in front of a party full of popular people before. "So..." Was what I managed. (I've been told I have a way with words.) "Why?... I mean, what were you... OK, so I have some questions." (Cicero's twin, I am.) That was all I got out before one of the twins spoke up. Apparently she had found her courage. The voice was soft and seemed to be full of shame and regret. "I don't know what you're going to say, but... I'm so sorry! I don't know why we did that, but I don't ever expect you to forgive us. We don't deserve it." The other girl spoke up (damned if I knew which was which), "We were drinking, but I will hate myself for a long time for what we did to you." I was surprised. Both sounded genuine. For some reason, I felt like I was losing my anger. Having someone acknowledge what had been done to me helped somehow. I asked them to tell me what happened, prompting them to continue when they reached points they were too ashamed to discuss. While we discussed it, one of the two (the quieter one) kept putting her hand on mine sympathetically. Each time she would remove it after a minute, like she had just realized what she had done. The gist of their story confirmed my suspicions from the photos. Trent was the ringleader, with Emma's encouragement. He was the one who had actually slipped me something. Neither knew what it was. Jason had been the one who took the pictures. (A photojournalist in the making, that one.) Finally, Travis had been the one to violate me with the object of pleasure. Both girls blushed furiously while they discussed that. The one new item that I did learn was that there was a lot of teabagging during the party. Apparently that particular set of pictures hadn't quite made it onto the internet yet. It turned out that they had been pressured into taking the photos in the shower with me. Neither made any excuses. I had been right, the subtext of the photos was that it would be the only time I got to shower with girls like them. By the time they reached the field, the cheerleaders had been tired and disgusted with the sick game. Trent and a few others had practically forced them to take the photos. Even he seemed bored by then, so they had simply left me there. One of the girls did tell me that a few cheerleaders (both of them included) wanted to take me somewhere safe instead of leaving me naked in the field. They had been too drunk to follow through on their impulse to help me. When they were done, I leaned back. My head was still spinning. I didn't know what to do. After a few minutes, one of them spoke up again to express their apologies again. She told me quite emphatically that they would help me with anything I needed. If I was willing to talk to them again, that is. Neither seemed to find it likely that I would be. Before leaving, both gave me their numbers so that I knew how to contact them. There was abundant self-loathing visible in their body language as the pair of beautiful twins walked to the exit. I stayed for another ten minutes, trying to calm down and think of a plan. Chapter 5 - You Don't Have To Be A Prostitute In the end, the best that I could think of was to go back to school and hope that I could run into one of the perpetrators. Although I wanted to exact some retribution, I was smart enough to know that I was probably going to follow up my very public embarrassment by having my ass kicked. I spent the rest of the day at the school, not spotting any of the guys I was looking for. Exhausted, I dragged myself home. The afternoon had seen my anger finally fade enough for my head to clear. I was aware that I would have serious issues to work through, but I was also wondering about the benefit of revenge. All that revenge could buy me was more notoriety. My online presence would probably become even more prominent than it already was. I just wanted to be done with the whole thing. I fell asleep pondering a move to Portland... or Australia... somewhere a long way from Chicago. ***** When I woke, I was still unsure. I decided to call the twins. I don't know why. Maybe they would be able to help me make sense of it. Helplessness Blues The one who answered readily agreed to meet me at a coffee shop. (I still had no idea which was which, although I had learned that one was named Lucia and one was Elena.) They arrived wearing bright sundresses. The sight was enough to take my breath away. That made me very shy, so it was at least five minutes before I was able to form a coherent sentence. They simply sat there while I struggled, neither showed any impatience. Eventually I found my tongue and told them about my thoughts the night before. I may have wanted revenge, but it didn't seem that it would help anyone. (Some platitude about two graves applies, I think.) We had a long conversation about it. Just being able to air some of my feelings was helpful. We were finishing up the discussion, I had decided to put the whole event in my past and move forward, when one of the girls said something that seemed a little off. "It's so noble of you to turn the other cheek. God knows Trent is a complete asshole. After the way he's been using people like us, he deserves whatever comes to him." She had said 'people like us'. That didn't seem right. I pressed the question of what she meant, and the girl was immediately evasive. It took close to an hour, but in the end I got most of the truth out of them. I only managed it by playing on their guilt about me to get them to be honest. The twins had both dated Trent at some time. They were new to the school and vulnerable. After he had managed to seduce both of them, he apparently got tired of the two. That's when he started offering them to the football players for good performances. They didn't elaborate on how many times they had been used as rewards and I didn't ask, but it was obvious that the worst of the lot was the unholy trinity of Trent, Travis, and Jason. Travis had been rough to the point of real violence. Jason had taken pictures of them, which they thought were on the web somewhere. A few guys, like Ray Ricks, had refused to engage in the practice. Chapter 6 - Doomsday I could not believe what I had just heard. It was astonishing to treat anyone like that, but it was inconceivable to do it to someone as sweet as the Martin twins. That Trent could pass them around like a bong was so... I lost control. It seemed like one moment I was at the coffee shop with the girls and the next I was approaching the football field to confront Trent, and most of the football team, where they were hanging out on the bleachers. Elena insists that I stood as still as a statue for several minutes before I left them, muttering to myself. She says that the words she heard included: 'motherfuckers', 'cocksuckers', and 'rapist pieces of shit'. I don't remember saying any of it. In fact, I honestly don't remember how I got from the coffee shop to the field and I don't remember how I knew that I would find them at the field. I was (metaphorically) seeing red. Striding up to the bottom row of the bleachers where Trent was sitting, I had a cunning plan that covered the first five or so seconds of the impending violence. I called out to Trent in the friendliest voice I could manage, thanking him for the party invite. Once I got to him, I reached out my hand as if to shake his. As soon as he grasped my hand (Trent is not a member of Mensa), I violently pulled him down and towards me while bringing my other arm down on the wrist as hard as I could. I heard several cracks, followed by a very loud pop when his head hit my now ascending elbow. After that, I only had the chance to punched him twice in the face near his left eye. The last thing I saw of Trent before he dropped was his eye. The pupil was blown. Letting go of Trent, I turned to face the astonished football team. Fortunately, the first to approach was Tyler. He was still in shock from what he had just seen and he didn't appear to be fully prepared, so I threw a preemptive punch at his neck. My clumsiness and his momentum towards me turned the punch into an awkward forearm shiver to his upper torso. Again, I heard a crack and suddenly Tyler was on the ground clutching his windpipe. Jason was just behind Tyler, so all I had time to do was throw a wild kick at him. My foot connected with the inside of his right knee. He crumpled, grasping it. He didn't make a sound. The next player behind Jason was Ray. Without any real hope of mercy, I put my hands up. Ray had been nice to the girls, I wasn't interested in fighting him. His first punch put me down like a shotgun round. After that, I think I was surrounded by people who were stomping and kicking me. I noticed that the cracking sounds were coming from me this time. It seemed like I could hear the twins screaming in the background, but it hardly seemed possible that they were there. With that thought, I lost consciousness. Chapter 7 - First Day of My Life I woke up in a hospital room feeling oddly numb. The first couple of hours of my consciousness turned out to be during the time reserved for visiting family. I was alone for those hours, uncertain of what had happened to me after I blacked out. Finally, just as I started to feel a sudden wash of pain, I received a pair of surprise visitors. Elena and Lucia would have visited me earlier, they said, but they were unable to convince the doctors that they were my sisters. I was ecstatic to see the girls, one of my fears while I was lying there alone was that my impulsive actions had scared them away. They were less happy to see me, or at least my condition. The first sight of my bandages and the extent of my injuries was evidently a shock. One of them, I couldn't tell them apart, ran to the bedside and took my hand in both of hers without a word. She sat there with tears in her eyes. The other, on the other hand, looked apoplectic. She stood near her sister talking under her breath. I only caught part of the English portion, the rest was in Spanish, but the words she used to describe my attackers would have made a pirate blush. After the worst of their reaction was over, the girls were able to give me some information. I had been unconscious for roughly twenty-four hours. During that time, they had learned the fate of my antagonists. Trent had broken his wrist in several places and sustained some brain damage. In the end, it turned out that he would never play football again. Last I heard, he was managing a Circle K. Tyler suffered damage to his windpipe, as well as a broken collarbone. He ended up losing his scholarship offers and never went to college. Jason's knee was a wreck after my kick. In the end, he was lucky to be able to walk again. As for me, I learned that I had suffered several broken ribs on my right side, a concussion, and a broken right hand. I had also managed to tear the ACL and MCL in my left knee. I was looking at one or two weeks in the hospital, followed by six to eight weeks with very limited use of my left leg or right hand. Of course, months of physical therapy would be added on to the end of that as the cherry on the sundae. None of the rapists wanted to press charges. I guess online photos of you abusing your attacker can make you hesitant to take them to court. Neither twin seemed interested in claiming credit, but I gleaned that the twins were the only reason I was still alive. Somehow, they had pulled the team off of me before I took too many shots to the head. Both girls expressed guilt over what had happened to me both at the party and during the fight. They also told me very frankly that they had never had anyone stand up for them like I did. Elena and Lucia informed me that they would visit me constantly. (They did not ask for permission.) They were true to that promise. From day one on, during visiting hours (and even sometimes after hours if they were able to sneak in) I was rarely alone. Although I saw them together on a few occasions, typically only one was there at a time. I could only assume that they had established a plan and were balancing their work and other schedules around the goal of keeping me from being alone. Whenever I was up to it, the visiting one would talk with me, for hours at a time on some occasions. The rest of the time they sat and read or napped, but they rarely left my room. ***** After only a few visits, I was surprised by my ability to distinguish between the girls. This newfound ability certainly could not depend on any visual distinction, as both of them were spectacularly free of moles, scars, or other disfigurements that might have made the task easier. Even so, I was able to tell whether I was speaking to Lucia or Elena within moments of them entering the room, or of me waking when they were already there waiting for me. They were both endearing in their personalities and their attitudes towards me, but they could hardly have been more different. Lucia was the gentlest girl that I had ever met. I quickly found myself confessing things to her that I had never told anyone before. Her warm brown eyes seemed to carry so much gentleness and loving acceptance that I could not help but trust her. At those times when I was confessing to her, she rarely spoke, as if she wanted to avoid breaking the spell and scaring me back into my shell. She would, however, hold my hand, cuddle with me, or simply smile at me, giving me non-verbal encouragement to keep speaking. Lucia also seemed to crave physical contact continuously, more often affectionate than sensual. I often found her holding my hand or stroking my arm. Sometimes she would run her fingers through my hair absent-mindedly while we talked. After a few visits, she began to be more bold and she would simply climb into the hospital bed with me and wrap herself around my good side (the other side was still in too much pain). She would stay that way as we talked or until I fell asleep. I typically had difficulty sleeping in the hospital because of my injuries, but I slept like a baby when I had Lucia curled up against my side and I could feel her warm breath on my neck. Elena was different. Whereas Lucia was soothing to be around, Elena was typically very arousing to be around. (Yeah, I went there.) I quickly reached the conclusion that she was an outrageously smart girl who had severe ADHD. Our conversations would veer from topic to topic without warning, but Elena brought humor into everything and I found it hard not to smile whenever she was around. Lucia appeared to have an active sense of humor, but I never heard her make a joke at my (or anyone else's) expense. On the other hand, Elena would tease me from the moment she entered the room for a visit until she left. Elena's impulsiveness also came out in her temper, although she never directed her wrath on me. As it turned out, that was primarily because she was so protective of me. I know of two occasions (and there were probably more) when she held furious arguments with the nurses, or even doctors, over aspects of my care that she did not approve of or that she knew caused me discomfort. Elena's energy also would come out in the form of flirting, and even sexual teasing. It quickly became obvious that she enjoyed making me aroused. Later in the hospital stay, she did finally begin to do something to resolve those... feelings that she would cause to arise. (I will get to that later, I'm a little ahead of myself.) ***** There was one day that convinced me that my life had changed for the better, forever, whether I asked for it or not. You see, I had declined the more powerful painkillers after the first three days because I was concerned about becoming addicted to them. I had struggled with a painkiller addiction after a major surgery when I was younger, so I wanted to avoid going down that path at all costs. Day four started out well, but just after Lucia arrived, the pain arrived suddenly and it took my breath away. Reaching out, Lucia took my good hand and held it during one of the worst waves. When I let go as the pain eased slightly, I could see that she was in pain herself. Apparently I had been squeezing harder than I realized. I released her hand immediately, feeling terrible for having hurt her. She simply took my hand back and told me that she was there for no matter what. Looking back, I think we're both fortunate that I didn't break her hand that day. I was able to bear the waves of pain for the first hour, but they were wearing on me. When she saw my resolve weakening, Lucia finally reached out to put her hand on my face on my face and told me, "Tell me something about yourself. Focus on something other than the pain." Because of the pain, or because I found Lucia to be absolutely trustworthy, I let my filter down and blurted out the first thing that occurred to me. "I'm a virgin!" I couldn't believe I had said that to anyone, especially as a non sequitur. With no better options, I continued, "I've uhh... I mean, I've thought about it a lot, but I'm too shy to attract most girls. I also don't like the idea of starting out with casual sex with someone I didn't truly care about." That was all I could manage, so I waited for her response. Lucia just gave me a sweet smile and squeezed my hand encouragingly. I took that as a sign that I should continue. The statement had been embarrassing to make, but apparently the shame was effective in making me forget my pain for a moment. I began to talk to Lucia more honestly than I had ever spoken to anyone before. I spoke about school, my awkwardness, my career aspirations and a host of other topics. After thirty minutes or so, I paused for breath and asked her to tell me something about herself. She surprised me by opening up and being just as honest with me. Lucia spoke about her struggles with school, her difficulty making plans for the future, and even her frustrations with her twin sister. Then she told me about her first sexual experience with one of the highschool boys. When I appeared to accept her story without judgment, she proceeded to tell me about what she had gone through with the football team. It was obvious that she had never told anyone the full story that she told me then. It was painful to hear, to be honest. The rest of the day passed like this. We went back and forth in low voices for hours, telling each other things that we had never told another living soul. I truly felt like I had no secrets from this girl. The pain was long since forgotten by late afternoon. My feelings were very confused at the time, but it was obvious that we had become friends. In fact, I think she probably was my first true friend. Near the end of the day, I felt bold enough to ask her to describe her body to me. I don't know why, the question just came out. It seemed important. "Should I show it to you?" She stood up, but she looked a little apprehensive... or maybe she was resigned. Either way, I didn't like her expression. I took her hand and pulled her back down to her chair. "No, I want you to tell me about it." "OK, well I'm pretty short and a little skinny, but my butt is kind of big. I have long black hair that gets curly without any effort on my part, I know that I'm really lucky about that. I have brown eyes, and a my nose is a little long. I have a long neck and my collarbones stick out. My breasts are small, a B cup. I have a landing strip." She blushed but kept going, "And I have outer lips... down there, that stick out. I have long legs and average sized feet." In reality, it didn't all come out in a burst like that. The speech was hesitant and frequently paused for awkward silences. When she was done, Lucia looked at me with a triumphant, but pained, smile. It should have occurred to me before, but the things that Trent had put Lucia and her sister had definitely impacted their psyche. Acting off the cuff, I asked her whether she would like to hear my version of her body. She nodded tentatively. (I should emphasize that I had no idea what the hell I was doing. It just seemed right.) In the end, I was probably as slow and hesitant as she was, but I knew that I needed to take the opportunity help her if I could. I also couldn't wait to give her some honest praise. The girl took my breath away, and would have done so even without my broken ribs. "I see the most beautiful girl that I've ever gotten to meet in person. She's short, slender but with curves, and she may be the cutest thing I'll ever see. She has curly black hair that always looks like she's stepping out onto a red carpet, but somehow at the same time it looks like she just stepped out of bed. She has a regal nose, lovely mouth, and the biggest, kindest brown eyes that I have ever seen. She has a very graceful neck. She also has what, I assume, are the world's greatest breasts. They look perfect on her frame. She has an hourglass figure, despite being so slender, and an extraordinary bubble butt. Oh, and her legs are so long and smooth, I would like to wear one of them as a necktie." I stuttered to a stop with a bright red blush. When I looked up, Lucia had a huge smile on her face. She gave me a kiss for the speech, then she left. She hadn't said a word in response. Chapter 8 - Handle With Care At the end of the first week, the hospital was ready to release me. Because of my injuries (immobilized leg, broken hand, broken ribs), the doctor informed me that I would most likely need help from a family member to help care for me for a few weeks before I could start to manage on my own. I was just trying to figure out how to tell the doctor that I had no family and was going back to my apartment where I lived alone when Elena spoke up. She had insisted on accompanying me so fiercely that I was unable to muster the energy to prevent her from joining. "That is not a problem. My sister and I will take care of him." The doctor looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. "Well, that's all we needed to discuss. I'm sure that it will be a terrible trial to undergo the care of these sisters." The twinkle was now a smirk. "You will be released today. The nurses will give you some papers with instructions on what to do." As soon as he left, I turned to Elena. "You don't have to..." That was all I managed to get out. "It has already been decided. We took your key when they brought your personal effects and we have moved the essentials into your apartment. I believe that Lucia is cleaning it now. I personally made sure to store your porn more discreetly than we found it." There was a playful grin on her face. She continued. "Now, that you have been given a clean bill of health I have a thank you present for you." With one swift movement, she had the sheet pulled down, my gown pulled up, and my dick in her hand. I was almost immediately hard, both from the time that had passed since I had a chance to masturbate (made worse by her regular teasing all week) and from the prospect of having the sisters living with me. She stroked my penis gently a few times. If she wanted to, she could have taken my pulse with her finger and thumb, it was throbbing so hard. Taking her hands off me with a devilish grin, Elena walked to the other side of the room. I was speechless in agony until I realized that she was just getting a handful of lotion. Spreading it across the palms and fingers of both hands, she held them together to warm it up. It was obvious that she had put some thought into this. When she grabbed me again, I nearly jumped out of my skin. The initial time she touched me, it had been so much of a shock that I was not able to process what I was feeling. This time I noticed the details and they was extraordinary. She had the softest hands I had ever felt, applying light but constant pressure with those graceful fingers. Elena used both hands, with one of them stroking the shaft from the base to my circumcised foreskin while the other stroked the head in a collection of different ways I couldn't describe. Every few seconds, she alternated her hands. Helplessness Blues She was able to alternate only a few times before it was over. Her grasp was sending shocks from my dick through the rest of my body. I came quickly. It felt so good that I think that I might have been kicking one of my legs like a dog. (Now I can't remember whether that actually happened, and Elena has never given me a straight answer when I ask her.) She had used the hand stroking my crown to collect my cum as it squirted out, so when I was done she gave me a few gentle strokes, then quit. Pulling the sheet up over me, she walked into the bathroom and washed her hands. A few seconds later she was back in the chair beside my bed, giving me a kiss. Strangely enough, my first handjob from her came before our first kiss. I honestly didn't know which of the two I preferred. Rising from the chair a few minutes later, Elena told me that I had only began to receive the rewards that I had earned. She also told me that Lucia would be visiting me in the morning before I was discharged. I spent the rest of the day with a stupid grin on my face. Chapter 9 - Beautiful Head I woke the next morning feeling strange. At first, I thought that I was having a wet dream, something that had not happened in a long time. As I started to become more aware, I started to worry that I was wetting myself until a moment later I realized that what I was feeling was intensely pleasurable. It was a new sensation for me, warm and moist and tight, with varying surfaces and pressures. Looking down, I saw a head of black curly hair bobbing on my dick. Crouching between my legs, she seemed to realize that I was awoke and tilted her head to look me in the eye while she continued to fellate me. One look into her smiling brown eyes and I knew that it was Lucia. The beauty continued to suck me, making eye contact the whole time. This was my first blowjob and it was an overpowering sensation. Her cheeks and the top of her mouth made constant pressure as I moved up and down in her mouth while her tongue was moving in some sort of pattern on the bottom of my cock. Her finger and thumb applied pressure right where the dick left her lips, completely sealing in the sensations. Before long, I had reached my peak and was trying to get her attention without words (my tongue could not seem to make any noises for some reason). She simply ignored me and continued on until I came in her mouth with a mind blowing orgasm. Even then, Lucia continued to suck me until I softened. She must have swallowed it at some point. Crawling up next to me, she leaned over and gave me a long kiss, I was in too much ecstasy to even think about it, before curling back up against me. Before I drifted off I heard her whisper, "Go back to sleep, sweetie." ***** I woke up a few hours later feeling incredibly refreshed. It seemed that Lucia had found yet another way to improve the quality of my sleep. I was alone for a few minutes before an orderly came in with breakfast. Before breakfast was done (the food was disgusting), Lucia had returned with a wheelchair and the discharge papers. Twenty minutes later, I was in the passenger seat of my car. Predictably, Lucia was a smooth and cautious driver. (Of course, I would find out later that Elena was a speed demon.) It took a good deal of time and cursing to get me up the two flights of stairs in my building. By the end both Lucia and I were bathed in sweat. When she opened to door to my apartment, I didn't recognize the place. It was cleaner and brighter than I had ever seen it. We limped in, as she continued to support me, and I collapsed on the couch. That's when it struck me. I hadn't told Lucia about Elena's 'gift' the night before. For some reason, the way that she woke me up had made it difficult to remember. The last thing that I wanted to do was to get between the twins and damage their relationship. "Lucia, I have something to tell you. I should have done this earlier." She walked in from the bedroom where she was organizing something I couldn't see. "Yeah?" "So, I'm not good at this relationship thing, but here goes... Last night, Elena visited me and while she was there she sort of... umm.. I mean, she did give me a handjob. I'm so sorry, I would have told you before but... uhh... you woke me up in a way that made it difficult to remember. "Oh, and I should have thanked you for that! "I am such a dick!" My head was in my hands by this point. Lucia walked up to me and took my hands in hers, so that I had little choice but to look her in the eye. God, she had the kindest eyes. "Jerry, I already knew. Elena and I don't tell each other everything, but we certainly don't hide anything from each other. "And you didn't need to thank me. What I did for you this morning was a part of my thank you to you. You aren't a dick. After all, you may be the only nice guy I know." She touched my face with her hand. She had such soft hands and, to me, it seemed like love flowed out of her fingertips into my skin when she touched me like that. She smiled and continued, "Maybe I will get to continue thanking you a little later." Lucia then stood up and returned to the bedroom. She had returned to her task, whatever it was. Apparently the conversation was over. ***** That evening, Elena arrived at my apartment. She immediately laid down the law. She and Lucia were going to live with me until they decided not to. I was a man and thus too stupid to know what I wanted, so I would not be consulted on the manner. Until I was fully healthy, I would go to bed when I was told, eat the food that was put in front of me, and perform all of my physical therapy exercises. When I asked, mildly, about the finances, Elena informed me that she had contacted my employers so that I was now drawing short term disability and that both sisters were working for the summer. I was not to worry my pretty little head about it. The sum total of the conversation, from what I could tell, was that my man-card would be returned to me when I finished my physical therapy and was 100% healthy. I won't claim that I was unhappy about the arrangement (very few red-blooded men would). I had become enamored of both girls before I left the hospital, so any more time that I could spend with either or both of them seemed like a gift. Reading this history after the fact, you may think that I was dying to know what the sexual arrangement would be. In reality, at that moment I was too exhausted and too happy to even consider it. They helped me up, and I made for the bed. As my head hit the pillow, I realized that there was only one bed in my apartment but I was asleep before I finished the thought. I know you were expecting a sex-filled orgy the first night in our new living arrangement, but life doesn't work that way. I was so tired from the day, that a stripclub full of naked girls could have paraded through my room and it wouldn't have helped me stay awake. ***** I awoke the next morning relaxed, but confused. After a few moments, I remembered where I was and why there were people in bed with me. As I lay there, waiting for them to wake up, it occurred to me that I could happily wake up this way every day for the rest of my life. As fantastic as the last morning's wake-up... surprise was (to put it delicately), I thought I might prefer it this way. Lucia was clinging to my left side, as could be expected, her arm and leg wrapped around me. I could feel her slow, steady breath on my neck. I didn't know what she was wearing but it seemed to be some kind of soft cotton in the underwear family. Elena was on the other side, pressed up against me. She had her bare back to me and the sheet was at our waists. I assumed she was naked. That seemed like it would be in character for her. Apparently, the girls had managed to undress me during the night so I was wearing a pair of clean boxers. (It was kind of a shame that I missed that.) These damn girls got to see naked more often when I was unconscious than when I was awake. Somehow it didn't seem fair. I could only hope to tip that balance in the coming days. Eventually, the twins woke up. I should have expected this, but Elena seemed to be just waking up one moment and then up and moving the next. She apparently wasted no time on being groggy in the morning. I watched her glorious ass as she headed into the bathroom. It was the first time that I had seen either girl naked and I was not disappointed. When the bathroom door closed, I gave a sad sigh and returned my gaze to the ceiling. After a few seconds, I realized that the breath on my neck had changed cadence, so I turned my head towards Lucia. She was lying there, still wrapped around me, staring at me with a small smile on her face. I would get used to it, but in moments like this, Lucia tended to stare at me like she could see into my soul. It was a little disconcerting, to say the least. After a few minutes, I reached the conclusion that Lucia might happily stare at me all day if I let her. I cleared my throat to speak. "Umm..." (I was always eloquent, even in the morning.) "Sorry." Her eyes didn't leave mine. "Why?" "Well, I was staring at your sister's butt. It wasn't, I guess, respectful... or whatever." (I've considered a future in oratory.) "You really don't understand your new situation, do you?" "Umm..." Lucia kissed me on the cheek. "We are here to help you get better. If there is anything you need... or want... all you need to do is ask. As long as it doesn't violate one of Elena's edicts," She smiled at that, "you will get it." "Yeah, but still... I just..." I think it was just to end my horrible stuttering, but Lucia sat up suddenly and peeled her top off. She leaned over me (as if that would make me stutter less). "We are with you now, so staring is allowed. In fact, it's flattering." Her breasts were perfect. Not huge, but certainly enough to make a handful, the skin was a little less tanned than the skin of her shoulders. She had pale, dollar coin areolas and small nipples. Just like she apparently could stare into my eyes all day, I felt like I could stare at her tits all day. (That raises the question of whether my eyes were like boobs to her. What a weird thought.) I had more important questions to answer, though, than what it felt like to hold them. (Awesome, I assumed.) So I reached up with my one good arm and pulled her down for a kiss. She returned it passionately, and actively, until we both ran out of breath. Lucia sort of melted onto my chest after that and we lay silently for several moments. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask, but I was afraid of the impact they would have. I knew that she had feelings for me and that was enough for the moment. We were still lying like that when Elena strode back into the room. Walking over to the dresser, she grabbed a pair of very short cut-offs and a tank top. Apparently, the box with her underwear hadn't been moved in yet... that is, if she owned any. While Elena dressed, she spoke to me, "Up and at it, lover boy. Time to leave my sweet sister's embrace and start the recovery process." Chapter 10 - You're My Only Home While Lucia disappeared into the living room, Elena helped me up and into the bathroom. I informed her that I need to take a piss (by this time the need was fairly desperate), assuming that would earn me some privacy. I was wrong. Elena helped me over to the toilet. When I managed to get myself in a standing position in front of it, I felt thankful for the fact that I had only one broken hand. I would be able to take care of business myself. Once again, I was wrong. Elena vehemently insisted that I was not fully healed and I would need help aiming. Rather than helping me, her grip made it harder (pun intended). The end result of all of this was that my aim was very poor and pee ended up everywhere. We were reaching the end of what was a very long piss, both of us laughing uncontrollably, when we realized that Lucia was standing in the doorway. Based on her glare (I had never seen Lucia mad before), I could only assume that bathroom cleaning fell under Lucia's purview. Elena at least had the grace to look sheepish. I did not, as I believed that it was wholly Elena's fault. If she aimed the gun, she was responsible for where the bullets ended up, right? After a quick apology from Elena, and then me (I confess. I caved.), Lucia returned to whatever she was doing and Elena pulled me into the shower where one of those special shower chairs had miraculously appeared since the last time I had visited my apartment. She proceeded to give me a life altering sponge bath. Slow and sensual, you might say that her method was slightly different than that of the nurses at the hospital. I was rock hard the entire time. When she reached the end and had washed everything else, Elena finally started on my privates. My dick was visibly throbbing by this point. I was probably three strokes from cumming. Elena gave me two strokes. Then she stood up and prepared to help me out of the shower. I believe that at that point I uttered a wordless moan of despair that would have broken Scrooge's heart. Elena acted as if she didn't hear it (she had a future as an executioner or something), while drying me off and practically dragging me into the bedroom. I was soon placed into a pair of badly tenting sweatpants and a t-shirt, expecting her at any moment to finish what she started. She just gave me a cheeky grin and walked out the front door, leaving for work. Heaven save us from the mercies of beautiful women! ***** I sat in the bedroom alone for about an hour. Of course, this whole thing sounded like every man's fantasy (except for being kicked within an inch of my life, I guess), but the reality was that I was scared. Despite my two recent experiences, I was still extremely inexperienced with women. I have always had difficulty with relationships, romantic or otherwise, and never know how and when to take the next step. In addition, I felt more than a little performance anxiety. The whole situation was so extreme. I considered myself to be unworthy of a girl like the twins (either one), and found it difficult to believe that I could keep one of them happy. Adding a second woman into the mix just amped up the impossible pressure even more. If this relationship was supposed to be sexual (I thought it probably was but I was confused), I had no confidence that I could satisfy two women. I was lost in melancholy thought with all of this, when I felt someone take my good hand. Looking up, all I could see was Lucia's soft, brown eyes. Apparently she saw something in my look because she simply sat down next to me with my hand in hers. For once she didn't rub against me, which was good. I don't think I could have handled the affection at that moment. After a few minutes sitting, she spoke up. "Do you want to talk about it?" I don't know if they planned it (I'm fairly certain the girls know everything that I will do before I know), but Lucia was the sister that I needed then. Although I loved Elena (that was the first time I acknowledged it to myself that I loved them), I don't think I could have mustered the courage to discuss my fears if she was in the room. I knew too well that her response would be fiery and indignant. But I could trust Lucia with anything, so I began to slowly, and awkwardly, explain what I was thinking about. She didn't say a word, or do anything but gently squeeze my hand every few minutes, while I told her about my fears, feelings of inadequacy, and even my feelings over the very public embarrassment that I had suffered less than three weeks before. The waterfall of feelings became a trickle, and eventually they stopped as I finished up. I waited for Lucia to say something or get up in disgust to leave or... Her voice was quiet, "Jerry, I'm going to tell you a few things. Can you trust me to tell you the truth?" I nodded. Lucia was maybe the one person that I trusted to tell me the truth at that point. "There is only one reason that Elena and myself are here. It's because you are the best man either of us knows." She started, nearly as hesitantly as I had, to tell her side of the story. I was familiar with the facts, but the emotions she was expressing surprised me. She told me about her astonishment when I forgave their involvement in my violation. It had also surprised her when I decided not to pursue some terrible vengeance against Trent and the team members. Lucia choked up when she told me about her feelings when I reacted so violently to the news about what the two of them had been through at the hands of the football team. After a pause of a few minutes while she recovered herself, she explained to me that she had never felt that kind of respect from anyone. And I hardly knew them! That I would feel such anger at what happened to them, after mildly accepting what happened to myself, had astonished her. Then Lucia elaborated on the after effects of the twins' ordeals with the football team, even if they had seemed semi-consensual at the time. The feelings of worthlessness and shame had overwhelmed her. Apparently, the only relief and healing she had received was during her visits to my hospital room. No one but her sister had ever cared so much what she had to say or treated her as anything but a piece of meat. Eventually, Lucia talked about that day when we had opened up to each other. She had been affected by it as I had. The final thing that she discussed was her need for contact. She told me that she assumed that she would never find a boyfriend who was willing to cuddle with her like she needed. The fact that I let her into my bed without any sexual undertones had been the final straw. She was in love. She ended with, "I know that this is a strange arrangement, but I love you and I love my sister. I already feel like I couldn't handle life without you. Now, I hope that you can trust that this is not simply a case of temporary hero worship." She ended the statement with a soft sigh. I may not be a bright guy when it comes to relationships, but give me credit for being smart enough to know what to do next this time. Using my good arm, I somehow lifted Lucia onto my lap. I held her while she rested against my chest. I knew that she was right. Not only did I put up with her cuddling, I loved it. I gave her a few minutes after I felt the tension leave her body before I spoke again. "So I guess that I am supposed to ask for things that I need, huh?" "Yes, please." "Well, in that case would you mind taking care of a crisis that your sister left this morning?" To make sure she knew what I was talking about, I shifted my hips so that she could feel my resurgent erection sticking into her. She giggled but didn't speak, just gave me a kiss and then knelt in between my legs. She proceeded to give me a blowjob that made my toes curl. Her eyes never left mine. ***** My newly swollen pride from the conversation lasted about an hour, until I had to ask her to help lift me off of the toilet. Chapter 11 - Days Come and Go You may be fantasizing about the incredible three-ways I started to enjoy once everyone settled in to our new arrangement. I wondered the same thing myself as we began to settle ourselves into a rhythm. It turned out that the girls were not secret lesbians, or bi-sexual for that matter. (It didn't come as a surprise to me.) We spent some time together, all three of us, but a lot of the time one of the girls was working while the other hung out with me. They continued to take care of me, in both senses of the term, as I recuperated. I learned early on that Elena had decreed against actual intercourse until I was further along in the healing process. I couldn't complain, as both girls were outrageously generous in their treatments. Despite my frequent requests and protestations, reciprocation was also barred until then. I never quite understood why. Helplessness Blues As I said, we settled into a comfortable rhythm. I learned that the twins were comfortable being around each other's sexuality. There was no attempt to hide anything; I cannot count the number of times that one would walk in while the other was in an act of giving me pleasure. There seemed to be no jealousy between the two of them. (I would later learn that they could be intensely jealous of women outside our trio.) Every night I fell asleep with Lucia clinging to me like a drowning sailor. It was heaven. After the second night, Elena informed me that I would be losing some weight in the near future. Apparently, I snored lightly and the girls were unwilling to have me die young from sleep apnea. Even with the subsequent attempt to starve me to death (to be fair, the meals were tastier than I would have expected for a diet), I could not have been happier. I know you will think that it was due to all the orgasms I was having (none of which required me to play 'pat the bishop', for the first time in my life), but in reality the key was the relationships. Lucia and Elena were the most astounding women I had ever met. I was only beginning to realize it, but they were becoming integral parts of my life. You have probably noticed by now that Lucia's acceptance and love kept me grounded at times when I started to spin out of control. The way we slept, with her wrapped around me, was a constant reminder that I was not alone. That was a novel, but pleasant, sensation for me. On the other hand, Elena was the force that pushed me forward. She laid down the law on a few things, mostly to do with my health, but in the rest of my life she simply held me to a higher standard in a gentle way. To use a corny metaphor, if I was a ship, than Lucia was my anchor and Elena was my engine. ***** Quicker than I expected, I was free of the casts and the pain (besides some slowly decreasing stiffness and sensitivity). The countdown to intercourse had nearly ended. It's sounds stupid, but I was apprehensive. I could not imagine being more content than I already was, so a part of me was afraid that our relationship was about to change. The one big consolation that I saw was that I would finally be in a position to give the girls some pleasure. OK, I will be honest... I wasn't apprehensive, I was terrified. The night when it came up at dinner, I think I froze like a rabbit that sees sudden movement. I had no idea what I was doing. You have to realize that a handful of weeks of my new and decadent lifestyle was not enough to change me from the clueless idiot that I had always been when it came to women. As always, Elena was ready with the solution. She told us that it was time for Lucia and I to make love and that she would have me in the morning when I was not 'scared shitless'. It was a wise choice on her part. Lucia and I spent the evening cuddling and talking to each other. I am not ashamed to admit that I needed the opportunity to calm down and get comfortable. Eventually I found myself (I don't know how she managed it) on the bed naked with an equally naked Lucia lying on top of me. After some kissing she told me to relax, before spinning around to plant herself in a 69 position on top of me. Lucia started to suck me. I honestly believe that I could feel that sensation every day for thirty years without ever tiring of it. Once I was able to clear my head, I began to do the same thing to her, but she pulled her mouth off me (a terrible shock) to ask me to stop. Needless to say, I was confused. My years of watching porn had not prepared me for the possibility that a woman might turn down cunnilungus. When my confusion became clear, Lucia once again pulled off me (Damn!) to explain that she did not enjoy oral sex. She did, however, enjoy the amount of contact we had in that position. I knew that Lucia was a tactile person, who loved simple physical contact (the more surface area the better), but I had not realized that she LOVED physical contact. I might have doubted her word if I hadn't seen the proof for myself, right in front of my eyes. As she worked her magic on my wand (bad pun, I know), I stared at her pussy. (I was eighteen, and I had never seen a live one up close before so it was fascinating.) Before long, Lucia began a motion that I cannot even explain. She somehow was wriggling very lightly against me, creating a gentle friction between our bodies. As she did so, I watched her arousal begin to build. The lips of her cunt began to swell, slightly, and seemed to blush red. I could feel the heat coming off of her. Finally, as I came in her mouth, I realized that I could see her (wet) inner lips starting to appear. I had never seen anything like it before. Lucia continued to lick me until I began to harden again. She then flipped herself around (it's lucky she's light) and slowly slid herself over me. The heat, the texture, the moisture, it was a revelation to me. The feeling of entering her, and the rippling of her vaginal walls, was incredible. We made love for a long time. At no point did Lucia make rapid movements on top of me, instead she maintained slow motions. Sometimes it was short, slow strokes. At others it was some sort of circular motion with her hips. Sometimes she would lie still, as if she just wanted to savor being joined with me. For nearly the entire time, she was spread out on my chest with her eyes on mine. It was the most intimate experience I could imagine. Eventually, she appeared to experience a few climaxes. Her motions did not change drastically, but I could feel her spasm and squeeze me tightly. Her eyes never left mine. I eventually came. After I did, she stayed on my chest, with my dick still inside her, as we both fell asleep. Lucia and I tried many different ways to have sex as time passed, but whenever she was in control it followed that same basic pattern. I eventually realized (again, I'm not that sharp), that she would suck me first so that I had the stamina to give her the long, slow, leisurely fuck that she wanted. She always fell asleep sprawled across me after sex. Chapter 12 - I Be Loving U As you might have guessed, Elena was entirely different. Uncertain of her plan, I mentally prepared myself for vigorous sex as I woke up. She was already gone. During the day, Lucia and I did my physical therapy exercises, then about 3 PM she suggested that I take a walk in the park. When I walked in the door, something seemed strange. That's when I was jumped. Before I realized what had happened, I had a very naked Elena in my arms giving me a passionate kiss. My arms were around her back while hers were around my neck and her legs were wrapped around my waist. Fortunately, I was able to make it to the bed with her before my leg gave out. What followed could only be described as a quick, vigorous fuck. I came extremely quickly from some sort of witchcraft that her pussy was practicing. As I didn't see her orgasm, I then proceeded to eat her. I am sure my technique was terrible, I had never done it before, but she finally came, screaming loudly. I hadn't even managed to get my clothes off. (OK, we're all friends here. I may have done something like it once before. There was this time when I decided to practice on a roast beef sandwich and... Well, you get the picture. Anyway, I'm fairly certain that it didn't help me in my first time because... never mind.) ***** Where sex with Lucia was intimate, if a little predictable, with Elena it was head-spinning. She was extremely adventurous, always bringing a different twist to our activities. The time that I remember the most vividly might illustrate it better. I came home one afternoon from work, covered in sweat. When I opened the bedroom door, I nearly swallowed my tongue. Elena was on display. She would never explain how she accomplished this, but she was lying on her stomach with her hands spread eagled to either side, tightly tied in place. Her ankles were also tied in place, slightly spread. Elena had placed a large pile of pillows under her waist, so her ass was sticking almost straight up into the air. When I entered the room, she was craning her neck around to look at me with a gigantic smile on her face. She might have been trying to say hello to me, I couldn't hear through the panties stuffed in her mouth as a gag. (Like I said, Elena would never tell me how she managed to get herself in that position but every time I have brought up since, her face immediately lights up with that same gigantic smile.) I eventually processed the vision that lay in front of me, but it took some time. When I realized what I was looking at, I continued to stand there, trying to memorize it as best I could. Apparently, waiting was the right move. By the time that I snapped back to reality, her smile had been replaced with a look of desperation and her ass was slowly waving back and forth. I mounted her and rode her hard and fast, assuming that was what she wanted. I was right. Without a doubt, she was the wettest that I had ever felt her and I came rather quickly. Even so, she appeared to enjoy several very intense climaxes before the end. The only sound I heard from her throughout was a shrill squeal or two. It was all she was able to get past her impromptu gag. When I was done, I was completely exhausted and covered in both new and old sweat. Unable to move, I simply collapsed on top of her. We stayed there for several minutes before I was able to find the energy to pull out and untie her. When she was released, Elena curled up next to me, practically purring. ***** OK, I have one final sex story to relate. As time went by, I had a growing desire to give Lucia a gift that I had dreamed up. It took me a little bit of time to persuade Elena to join my plan, but she did eventually agree. The next time that I spent the evening with Lucia, she followed the same basic pattern as always, but I added my own twist that I brought into play as she went to slide over me. Grabbing her tightly, I rolled over onto my side and pulled Lucia in to spoon in front of me. As I entered her from behind, our bodies tightly joined, Elena appeared naked in the doorway. Before Lucia could even object, Elena had sandwiched Lucia by tightly cuddling up against her front. The feeling of being fucked while she was sandwiched so tightly by bare skin on both sides was evidently more stimulation than Lucia could handle. She came quickly, and then again, and then again. After a handful of orgasms, Lucia simply lost consciousness. Only then did I pull out of her. Fortunately, Elena saw my need and mounted men, while I pulled Lucia tightly into my side as she slept. Elena rode me to completion before we all fell asleep in a twisted pile. Epilogue - Everlasting Arms I still don't know what Lucia and Elena see in me. At the time I insisted, and I still maintain, that I am not man enough to satisfy one such vibrant woman, not to mention two. Whenever I say that, Lucia simply comes over and cuddles with me, refusing to speak. Elena will more passionately abuse me for my foolishness and she always ends her rant either by threatening to withhold sex from me until I changed my mind or by threatening to literally fuck me to death. She has yet to successful accomplish either option. Against my advice, neither girl has ever waivered. The only response I can produce to such unconditional devotion is to love the two of them as best I can in my own poor way. I'm currently attending Northwestern, planning to pursue psychology. After everything that I had experienced, engineering no longer held appeal for me. A year into my college career, Lucia and Elena also started at Northwestern. (I would like to think I played a role in them accomplishing that.) Lucia is pursuing physical therapy. I've never met a more encouraging or supportive person, so I have no doubts she will do well. Elena currently is pursuing writing. I think that she's writing seven novels concurrently. No surprise there, I guess. I still love and live with both of them. I honestly don't know what the future holds for our relationship, but I know that any man who has either one would have a wonderful life. To have both, it seems like more good fortune than someone like me is meant to have. I hope you enjoyed! As I said at the beginning, any constructive criticism is appreciated. I haven't really thought about editors yet but I know that I have problems with commas. Also sometimes order of words not good problem bad is. Be kind, please rewind.