Introduction:

I slowly stripped her naked and sat her on the bed. I went down on her. She waved at the camera, leaned back on her elbows, arched her back and stuck her tits out for all who were to watch the video.

The Fifth Date, Continued

It was late evening before Ted was out of surgery and in his room. They finally got to go up and see him. A nurse was adjusting the IV with saline, anti-biotic, and drug bags. Ted had is eyes closed. The nurse said he was in and out and don’t stay long. Jill went to his side and held his hand and cried. Sally placed her hand on her heaving shoulder, trying to comfort her friend. He opened his eyes, looking confused. “Hey, why all the tears?” Jill leaned over and kissed his lips for a long moment. “What happened? Where am I?” Jill looked at Sally, and she shook her head.
“Doesn’t matter. All that matters is your okay. You took a konk on the head. You had us worried.” Ted closed his eyes and drifted back asleep. She looked at Sally. “I think we should let the cops or the docs tell him the extent of his injuries later.” A doctor walked in just then and shoed the girls out of the room. They waited in the hall. Jill took Sally’s hands and sat her down.

“What is it?”

“I know about you and Ted, last Wednesday.”

Tears threatened Sally eyes again. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, Jill. I don’t know what came over me and Ted. Please, please don’t be mad at me. Not now. You’re the only real friend I have left.”

“I forgive you, Sally. It was my fault after all, forcing everyone to do that sex palace thing.” They hugged again. “God, what a fucking fucked up day.” Sally smiled, and releasing the worries of the very troubling day even for a few seconds, they both giggled. “Shit.” The temporary relief Sally gained from renewed friendship turned back toward the grim, which could be summed up in one name: Bill. He was going to expose her family to her sexual shame. Jill, reading her mind said, “It’s going to work out okay, Sally. I know it will.” Sally gave her a wan smile.

Three days later, I was released from the hospital with a pile of pill bottles in hand. Both girls had stayed long hours every day, and even Jenn had visited. There existed a tension I couldn’t wrap my brain around between Jenn and me. She was either very protective of Jill and didn’t want to see her hurt, or it was the lesbian vs straight issue, or maybe both. But she was very gracious and warm in wishing me well and a speedy recovery. I was furious about what Bill had done to me. The cops had the video of it; I wasn’t sure I wanted to see it, even if they’d let me. But if and when Bill was caught, there would be trial, and the video would be shown. Unless …. An idea was forming in my damaged head. The other issue was Sally and the blackmail, which was equally troubling for me. She didn’t deserve that humiliation
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Arriving at my apartment with Jill and Sally, the first thing I noticed was an unusual amount of clutter. I’m a minimalist by nature. Jill took Sally’s hand and said, “Meet your new roommates.”

“Both of you? You guys don’t have to do that; I can manage.”

“Nonsense,” Jill said. “I can’t be here every moment; I do have a job I have to get back to. Sally can study for her evening classes here until I get off work.” Sensing my uneasiness about their generosity, Jill said, “It’s only for a couple weeks, or until the docs give you a clean bill of health.” Jill took my hand and led me to the bedroom. “Now, lie down. We’ll scrounge something to eat.”

“Wait,” I said, “you really want Sally here after what happened?”

“First of all, mister, your putter is out of business for a minimum of a week. Secondly, Sally and I had a talk. We ironed it out. All’s good.” I felt relieved that item of tension had been eradicated.

It took me a few days to get used to female roommates. Each day I grew stronger and felt better. The headaches were subsiding and I dumped the pain pills down the toilet. I hoped my IQ hadn’t dropped much from the club on the head; I couldn’t afford to give up any points. The ice packs on my genitals were, thank god, not necessary anymore, much to the disappointment to Jill. She seemed to thrive on torturing me. She did however insist on changing the bandages and examining my anus for infection. Jill drove me to my first one week after appointment. The female doctor allowed Jill present during the examination along with a female nurse. My only guess as to why was she’d been sued; the more witnesses, the better her defense. She removed the stitches in my scrotum, and examined my anus to see if the stitches had dissolved and the wound was healing. All seemed in order. “How soon can he have sex?” Jill asked. I groaned loudly in humiliation and the doc cracked a smile.

“He’s good to go, but take it easy, okay?” To me, she said, “You may experience some blood in your semen which would be normal in your situation. But if it continues or gets worse, be sure to make an appointment. And if you experience pain, give it a rest for a day or two.”

Jill later said she enjoyed the doc’s examination of my privates, that it was sexy. “You would,” I grumbled.

I dropped Jill of at work and went home. Sally was fixing lunch for me in anticipation of a good report from the doc. I told her all was good. Suddenly she hugged me tight. “Ted, what’r we going to do about Bill? I can’t hide out here forever. I’m afraid he’s going to blame me for all his troubles. He may try to hurt me, even kill me. He’s gone crazy bonkers.” I’d been thinking about that very problem.

“I guess,” I ventured, “we need to know where he is. Has your family had any contact with him, about the blackmail?” She shook her head in the negative. “As I suspected. He’s in hiding, and he doesn’t want to take the chance to call and reveal his location. Do you have any idea where he might hide out?” Her reaction to my question led me to believe she might have a few ideas on that subject. “Well?”

“Ted, I don’t want him found. There will be a trial, that video of you played before the whole world, my sex life will be exposed, what we did at the sex club. I can’t go through with all that. I just can’t.” More tears brimmed in her eyes.

“What if I told you I’ve thought of a way to make this all go away? Without involving the cops.”

She looked at me hopefully. “Really? How?”

“Do you trust me?” She nodded. “In a week’s time, all will be settled. There will be no trial.” Now, she looked suspiciously at me.
“You’re not going to kill him, are you?”

I laughed. “Heavens no, though don’t think I haven’t thought of doing that. But I don’t plan on spending the rest of my life in prison. Now, where do you think he is?” She reluctantly told me where she thought he’d gone to hide, a cabin that his uncle owned but rarely visited. I wrote the address down, but Sally insisted on knowing what I was going to do. “The less you know, the better. Now you’re just going to have to trust me, Sally. And quit worrying. It never helped any situation.”

“Thank you, Ted. You’ve turned into a good friend.” She embraced me again and planted a big kiss on my lips. She giggled suddenly. “If Jill didn’t have a big evening planned for you, I’d beg you to fuck me right now.”

“Sally,” I began, “I loved having sex with you. You’re beautiful and have an awesome and sexy body. And I could easily fall in love with you. But it’s been a while since, well, that I’ve had sex. Of any kind. Jill would know.” I looked her over from arms length. “God you make me hard.”

She smiled, looking at my crotch. “Thank you for that. Maybe some other time, hmm?”

“I can’t wait,” I grinned.

Evening came. All was ready. I had the TV positioned just right, and the video camera set up on the dresser, figuring Jill wouldn’t mind. My alarm clock was positioned just so. Jill brought Chinese takeout home, and we ate hurriedly, each knowing what lay in store for us afterwards. I did the dishes, while she hugged me from behind and felt my butt up. I checked my watch. The movie I wanted playing on the TV was just starting. “I have a little surprise for my horny girlfriend.”

“Oh? What’s her name?” she teased. That was funny, but revealing also. I gave her a sour look and she smiled. I led her to the bedroom. I turned on the TV and the camera, performing one final check of the view. “Kinky. Who you planning on showing us to?”

“Everyone. I’m posting it on all the nudie sites.” She laughed. I went to her then and kissed her hard. I held her face in my hands and looked into her eyes. “Thank you for everything, visiting me in the hospital, spending all those hours there, and filling my fridge with food, cooking, cleaning, tending to my wounds.”

She kissed me passionately. “I’d do anything for you, sweetheart.” She pressed her body close to mine. “My my, what do we have that’s so hard in your pocket?” She reached down and fondled me through my pants.

“Just my one-eyed pocket snake.” She broke up laughing. She tugged my shirt out of my pants and pulled it over my head and off. She teased my nipples, making them hard. I kissed her ardently. “It’s been a long time,” I whispered in her ear. She had me naked in a jiffy. She lightly stroked my erection and she sucked my face.

“I didn’t tell you this, but he almost cut your cock off. I’m sooooo glad he didn’t. ”

“Enough about that.” I slowly stripped her naked and sat her on the bed. I went down on her, eager to sniff her cunt and lick her juices and clit. She moaned and began humping my face. She waved at the camera, leaned back on her elbows, arched her back and stuck her tits out for all who were to watch the video. She achieved a quick orgasm and I lapped up her sexual emissions.

“God, you do me so good,” she breathed heavily. She put a rubber on my cock and rolled it down. “Before you come, pull it out and spurt on me. I want to see how much you come after not doing so for a week and a half. You didn’t jack off did you?” I shook my head. I slid into her missionary style and humped her tight pussy. It felt so good. No pain so far. I paused and put a pillow under her ass so I could rub her G spot with my cock. “Oh, you’re making me come again, ohhhhh, shit.” She bucked wildly and soaked my balls with her pussy juice. I fucked her for a few more minutes, then she surprised by saying, “Fuck my titties.” I did as she asked, discarding the rubber. I was leaking pre-cum. She held her small breasts together and I humped my cock in and out of the valley she created with her tits. She was watching my cock intently. She felt my ass, and I was sweating. “Come for me baby. Come on my tits.” I knelt then, and jacked myself a few times and spurt. I pointed my cock straight up; the first spurt went higher than my head and plopped down on her right tit. The rest exploded out of my cock in a cascade of never ending pulses. “Holy shit,” she breathed, her tits soaked in my essence. “I’ve never seen so much cum come out of a cock before.” She rubbed my cum into her breasts and belly. Thank god there was no blood in my semen.

I collapsed on top of her, hugging her. I surprised myself when I said, “I love you.”

She took my head in her hands and studied my eyes. “You are serious, aren’t you?” I nodded and said it again. “You make me so happy, Ted. I’d have died with you if you’d hadn’t pulled through.”

While Jill was cleaning up, I turning off the TV and camera and hid the video card in my dresser. She came out still naked with a glow on her face I hadn’t seen before. She embraced me and kissed me long and hard. “I’m so happy,” she said. I went to do my toiletries, and returned to the bed. We watched TV for an hour and called it a night. I slept like a log, and we made love again in the early morning before work. I warned Jill I had a job related diner to attend after work; I probably wouldn’t be too late. She said, hurry home, that we had a lot of fucking to catch up on.

The next day, I left work around four in the afternoon and headed out for my confrontation with Bill, hopefully. The cabin, by my GPS, was 2 hours away. That would give me an hour to scope it out, and then at seven pm, we would have our little chat. The area was wooded, and I turned off onto a trail and stopped. I got out and changed into the shoes and clothes I’d bought for the occasion. I took a shovel out of the trunk and dug a small hole in the ground. I put the ski mask on my head, ready to pull it down. I walked the quarter mile to the cabin and slowly circled it, concealing myself behind the abundant shrubbery and trees. I checked the detached garage and found it empty, and there was no car evident. Maybe his friend was in town buying supplies. I came to a spot where I could look into the door wall and large glass windows overlooking a small lake. All was quiet. I was afraid they were at a bar. I stepped onto the deck and peered into the smaller kitchen window. And there he was, leaning over the kitchen table snorting a line of coke. I went around back to the door and eased it open. I was on schedule and even better, there would be no witnesses. I pulled the ski mask down over my face and pulled my new leather gloves on.

“Hi, Bill.”

He spun around as he stood, knocking the wood chair over. “Who are you?” I could have said something like, ‘your worst nightmare,’ but kept it cordial.

“I’ve come here to offer you a deal.”

“A deal? What are you talking about? What are you doing here?”

Bill was about six foot, big build, sandy-haired blond hair, but had a belly forming from being out of shape; eating the wrong foods and taking drugs had taken their toll on his health. “You know the local and state police are looking for you, right? Well, I’m here to tell you you’re going to turn yourself in, and plead guilty to the attack on Ted, and your mutilation of his body.”
“Fat chance. How’d you find me?”

I shrugged. “It’s what I do. Finding people, talking reason with them,” I lied.

“And what if that person doesn’t wish to talk reason.”

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. I see you’re a crack head. They’re usually very unreasonable. It is my fervent hope that you will be the exception. But if not, I’m afraid you are going to suffer the worst beating of your life. You may not get out alive.”

Bill gave a hearty laugh. “You? Give me a beating? Bring it on, little man.” I took immediate offense to his term, ‘little man.’ I’m six foot also, and yes, I have a thinner frame, but I was in much better shape that he was. Maybe he was referring to the size of my penis. Oh well, we all can’t be well endowed, though I wasn’t ashamed of the size of my unit. At any rate, I approached him immediately. He took a swing at me, a haymaker. I ducked and gave him one good punch to his ribs. I felt two ribs break. It knocked the wind out of him. In pain, he threw another, weaker punch which I easily moved my head to avoid. I gave him three quick, powerful blows; one to his lips, and two to his solar plexis. Stunned. He sat down, trying to catch his breath and groaning, dripping blood from his split lip. I waited patiently until he mustered enough strength for another go at it. He jumped up and grabbed a kitchen knife off the counter and charged me. He pushed it out at me from his hip. I twirled around and out of the way, wrapping my right hand onto my left fist and raised my elbow up and swing around nailed him in the jaw. I broke it. He collapsed unconscious to the floor. I sat down and waited. After fifteen minutes, he stirred and tried to sit up. I straddled him and grabbed his collar.

“Now you listen to me. The cops will be her in a few minutes. You will confess and plead guilty to the judge. If you don’t, I will hunt you down and kill you in an extremely painful manner. You see, it is what I do. Do you understand?

“Ye, yes.”

I pulled out a recorder. “Now, confess to what you did.” He spilled his guts and I got it all on tape. “Thank you. Now, goodnight.” I stood and viciously side kicked him in the nose as hard as I could. He would need massive facial surgery as I’m sure I broke many bones. Blood poured from his nose as he lay unconscious. I turned him on his side so he wouldn’t drown in his blood. I dialed 911 and gave them the information and whereabouts of Bill’s hideaway. I ducked out the same way I got in, and hiked back to the car. I changed back into my work clothes and took a few minutes to bury my blood spattered ones. I drove out to the main road and parked half a mile away at a busy country bar to sit and wait. Soon I heard sirens and saw two state police units turn up the road. They would find the recording with a little note I wrote. I pulled out and drove home, to the waiting arms of the woman I was falling in love with.

The next day, Sally and I were eating breakfast, as we usually do when she comes over to study, when an anxious knock came at the door. It was the police. They handcuffed me and dragged me to their cruiser. Sally was also escorted to the police station in a separate cruiser, looking scared. The detective accused me of the beating I’d given to Bill. I told them I was glad he was suffering; I hoped he hadn’t gone and died on me and I wasn’t going to ask if he had. They took a blood sample from me and checked my knuckles for damage consistent with a fist fight. Asking me where I was last night, I tried to look embarrassed and I told them I had a good alibi for the time period in question, that I was being intimate with my girlfriend. Asking for any proof, I pulled out the camera card and gave it to him. He left the room with it.

Detective Phil Peterson sat down with his laptop as another detective, Pete Zimmerman looked over his shoulder. He watched the whole twenty minute tape. “Gotta admit, she’s got a nice body.” Pete commented.

Phil looked at him with a sour expression. “Look at the clock, and the TV. A movie, on Showtime. I think it’s titled “Leap of Faith.” Go check if it coincides with what was on last night at this time.” He came back in ten minutes as Peterson started watching the video again. “Checks out. He was in the sack with her at the approximate time the beating took place.”

Peterson sat back. “You know what? I’m glad that stupid coke head mother fucker was beaten to within an inch of his life. That recording checks out too; his voice on it, confessing. And he’s pleaded guilty to bodily mutilation, also. I tell you what, if someone cut my balls like that, I’d fucking go and kill the mother fucker. It’d be a leap of faith for me to believe Ted didn’t do this. Let’s check his financials to see if there are any substantial withdrawals and paid someone to do this to Bill. Then I’m closing this case. Cut Ted and Sally free.”

Jill made it to the police station just as Sally and I came out. We climbed in and Jill drove us back to our place. Sally was asking a hundred questions, but I wanted to wait until I got back home and had a beer in my hand. That accomplished, we sat down at the kitchen table and I took Sally’s hands in mine from across the small table and told her that he’d confessed and pleaded guilty. “He can blather all he wants to about your sexual escapades, no one will believe him. It’s all over Sally.” She melted in tears of relief, and sobbed on Jill’s shoulder seated next to her. We had a few more beers apiece as we all snuggled on the couch together. Soon the two girls were doing shots with their beers, laughing and crying at the same time.

On impulse, Jill kissed Sally on the mouth. Sally was too happy to be offended and too drunk to care if it was headed anywhere. Much later, the two women fell asleep in each other’s arms. I woke up early the next morning, and naked, climbed out of bed to go and stare out the window at the beginnings of a sunrise. Jill and Sally were spooning, naked in bed and snoring softly. The sheet covered only up to their hips. Nothing Jill did anymore shocked me, thinking back on last night. She was a loving, caring person, as was Sally, and I loved them both. But damn Jill was a nymphomaniac. I guess I could live with that in the short term, until I could convince her she needed to seek help. And Jill was the stronger of the two, and I respected, needed, and wanted that. I just needed to let it all play out, and see where fate led me.

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