PART THREE a – The Deal

  I took drinks, and made him take drinks from kissing me with it in my mouth. Then I set about doing anything and everything I felt like with him, before curling up behind him in bed to fall asleep. One of the first things I had him do to me was bend me over and fuck the ever loving shit out of me, nice and hard. I kept telling him I wanted it faster and harder. When I was finally getting it as hard as I thought I could handle, I remembered him telling Jay to give him some love. It meant he wanted him to really come at him like he meant it. I finally looked back over my shoulder in the midst of getting it as rough as possible, locked eyes with him, and said it to him. I then had to hide my face as I teared up and ate my corner of the bnket, squealing and hoping that the music covered it up. I was somewhat ashamed that I liked him more, when I found out he was more masculine than most other people knew. I apologized to him that third date, then begged him to forgive and accept me.

  I know I'm sexually dominant in bed, but I also know that I ask for it like this when I feel like it. Once or twice a week is good, and I ask for it and get it. Like anything else I tell him to do in bed. Before he came, I looked back a st time. Tearing up, eating my corner of bnket. I'm usually bent over for this, like over the hood of my car that night. Now here, it somehow became me hugging the footlocker for dear life. This wasn't the first time face down on the bed for it, but it felt like the best so far. My legs were spread wide and he held my neck and kept me down for it. When I looked back that st time, all tearing and eating my bnket, I put my ass up in the air and buried my tear streaked bnket eating face down into more bedclothes. Offering myself like that, asking to be railed as hard as possible.

  He no longer had to hold my neck down. He could just grab my hips and concentrate on hurting me the way I wanted. I spread my thighs to open it up for him so he had a direct line of access to deliver the good stuff. He reached around and pyed with me, until I squealed into my bnket and came. I was already wet and it just got worse when I came. The squishing sound made it obvious. Eventually, he slowed down and smmed it one final time into me and rolled my hips around, holding it buried deep inside me when he came.

  Seeing him tonight, and seeing how the other quite obvious tough guys acted around him, I was poignantly reminded of it all. He couldn't afford to live with his fellow Army buddies that all found each other and rented a house for themselves by slowly acquiring all the rental rooms until it was theirs by the numbers. The service has more than its fair share of assholes, I'm sure. These guys were obviously the ones that didn't run around acting up, like others I had seen do so.

  There were other guys like him around. They were hiding right out in pin sight. They either didn't know or didn't care that being thought of as "nice" or the dreaded "too nice" was happening to them. These guys here? They obviously didn't care at all. They were polite like he was, but very up front and open about it all. Women who went to the bar, took their free drinks, danced and made out with guys to sample them publicly, then often enough picked one to go fuck… they had a name for that common behavior.

  They openly and freely said it, too. That? Is a whore. A woman who did it regurly, was even worse. That was a turbo-whore. They chuckled about it. Women in the bars? Weren't even worth bothering with. Women that went to parties at college? Were the same. They said women who wanted to have a drink, there was nothing wrong with that in and of itself, it was the whoring around that they thought made them total shit.

  "If I wanted to taste a dick? I'd be gay. But if I wanted to know what a bunch of dicks tasted like? I'd date a girl that goes to the bars."

  You should have seen the faces on my two girls. They liked these guys, and now each had one asking them out and sitting with them. They looked at each other and decided to keep quiet. They didn't want ignored or made fun of behind their back. Jay freely admitted why he had dropped his st girlfriend. She was a whore, like most girls were these days. Some guy that was friends with him had shown him a video of what his girl was up to on "girls night out", and it sure wasn't like she had portrayed it to him.

  I asked the boys while talking, what they thought about feminism and women's equality to men. I smiled and told them up front, that I didn't believe in it, I just wanted their take on it.

  "Ma'am? In basic, we have to go on marches, and hump packs. They weigh… over 50 pounds. Everyone has one. The women? Don't have to hump packs. They just walk. The biggest and strongest men? Have to carry a second pack, and we pass those girl packs around. We brag about who can carry a double pack the longest, before passing it off. The girls all brag how they're one of the boys now? They ain't. Now, I realize you can't expect women to do as many push ups as the men, and stuff like that. But… qualifying with a rifle? Takes no strength to hold a gun and pull a trigger. They qualify with about anything. If we get a really high score? We get an extra pin to put on. We're a marksman. We're proud of it if we got it, not many guys get one. Those girls? Get a marksman pin, same as ours, and brag it up. They get to be a marksman, for no better shooting than every man has to do, to pass basic training. I'm telling you, I don't mind women not being as strong as men, but… that marksmanship award pin, that really takes the cake."

  I told him that was bullshit in my book. He went on.

  "Girls wanna py soldier? Fine. But men are getting killed in combat because of it. Two of my buddies got sent overseas, and the one that made it back alive? Some girl got my buddy killed. Order came to fall back, and she's hiding and crying. He went up to cover her, and wait for a couple guys to volunteer to come up and drag her crying ass back. He got fucking shot trying to save her. Right in the face. Now, if you can't fight, that's one thing. But Christ almighty. She can't even run away on her own. She had no business being there, and she should have known better. If a man won't fight? You go up on charges of cowardice. They won't do it to women. I ain't never signing up again, if that's the way its going to be now. No way."

  He paused.

  "Can I finish this expnation? I mean, if I'm making you mad? Just say something, I'll quit. No big deal."

  Heck. I smiled and gently urged him on.

  "Way I see it now? You want it like this, fine. Get yourself a whole goddamn infantry group, made up of nothing but those girls like her. Better yet? Take one of those 90 day wonders, some girl fresh out of college they spped second lieutenant bars on. With her four year degree in… girl science, or whatever they call that sheepskin. She? Can show everyone how useful her… girl science degree is. How capable she is, to lead a real infantry battle group. She can oversee training them? And hell, that ought to be fun all by itself, right there. No big guys around to carry the heavy packs you have to hump around. I mean, it would be worth it, just to see that. Then I expect her to command them, when the time comes. She can march those girls right into battle with a real enemy. Somepce that you're getting a pocket of serious resistance. And I expect videos of that fight, let me tell you."

  I asked why they didn't already have all girls like that. He smiled and shrugged.

  "They used to. Still do, for a lot of stuff. But not enough women can carry their own packs on a march, let alone a second pack to cover the ones who can't carry their own. Then? Infantry needs people to carry around extra heavy stuff they need. Things like… a big machine gun. Kind sits on a big metal tripod you obviously have to carry with it. Machine gun is useless without ammo, and a machine gun eats ammo quick. You obviously have to carry a big pouch of belted ammo on metal links, too. Hell. A machine gun that big gets jammed? You have to hold this big, heavy bolt on a giant spring open… while your hand clears the jam. A girl who ain't strong enough tries it? It can take your fingers clean off when it sms home on her little fingers. Like I said… I'd love to see that all girl firefight video. Settle this shit once and for all time."

  He waited a few seconds, and shook his head slowly.

  "Look. I don't mind… I mean, I recognize reality. There's an aspect of the service, that its a lot like a… big business. Yeah, some guy in command needs to make decisions. Like any business? There's PR to worry about, too. I mean, I dig the PR on this stuff, I get it. But… when great guys are dying, to score brownie points on talk shows? Fuck it. I was gonna be a lifer. Infantry. My pn was, put my 20 in, get my 50 percent pay and retire. Open up my own little engine and body shop. But… no way, now. Someone else can get killed over this stupid shit."

  I told Right, who was not volunteering her major in women's studies by the way, to tell him how we scrimmage the men's soccer team to practice for real games. She admitted how we got knocked around.

  Thinking back about it, now coming back around, I kissed his shoulder.

  "Hey honey. Thanks for giving me a twat concussion. I enjoyed it."

  "Anytime. I have to do what you want in bed, right?"

  "You do."

  "Tell me when you want it."

  "I will. Wanna know what I ordered for your birthday?"

  "Nothing expensive, I hope."

  "No. I found a deal on handcuffs. You said you thought it would be fun for me to have some."

  "You said it would be convenient."

  "I think it will. I got us matching key chains, by the way."

  "Oh really."

  "Yep. You know what thumb cuffs are?"

  "Yes."

  "Novelty key chains. They say Military Police on them. I thought you might like that."

  "Yeah."

  "Good. That way, you don't have to be embarrassed if you use it. No one will know but us what I use them for. Just think, I'll always have a pair of thumb cuffs handy, to render you helpless for my unnatural advances. Anytime, anywhere. You like that idea?"

  "I do."

  "You know the cheap handcuffs? I wanted a pair of the real ones. Then, I found a deal. You know the expensive ones?"

  "Yeah."

  "These are the good ones. But, they're factory seconds. Scratches, the words stamped on them didn't take right, but they work perfect. Or, the machines are going from chrome side ptes, over to the bck side ptes. The stamping off, the side ptes don't match… anything cosmetic like that. I got a stack of them, for next to nothing. I'm gonna go nuts trying them out."

  "What were you thinking."

  "I get naughty thoughts. I get moist just thinking about it. Anytime I feel like it, when you're asleep? I can just slip them on you, and wake you up and make you do anything I want. Dirty things, too. I can cuff you're ankles, make you completely helpless. A couple dolrs apiece, for a stack of them? I got more than I'll ever need. I can leave a couple in my car, how handy is that. I'll be able to pull over anytime I feel like it, and use you any way I want. When I take you to the girls locker room? I'm gonna handcuff you to the bench. So much more convenient. And in the shower room? Mm. I pn on having four pair. Cuffed twice to every wrist and every ankle. Rope tied to each pair, and I'm gonna spread eagle you to the wall, right in front of me while I shower. You'll be helpless. When I wash you, and soap you, and rinse you, then oil you up. And when it comes time for you to get whipped with my wet towel? You won't be able to move a muscle. I just keep getting ideas, on what I can do with them."

  "Mm."

  "Oh yeah. Here in the bed? I'm gonna have four of them, tied to the four corners of the bed. I'm gonna y you out and spread you out, and figure out exactly how long to make each one. When I feel like it? I just reach down, and pull them out from under the mattress, and click double cuffs on every wrist, every ankle. Face up, if I want that. Ride you, tickle you, tease you. All I want. Face down, same way? Well, we know what that's for, don't we. I just get all these naughty pns. I'm gonna bend you over the foot of the bed, spread those legs out like that. Hands behind your back, or tied up to the headboard. Can't decide. But you'll be more helpless than ever. And it'll be so convenient."

  "Uh huh."

  "I can't wait, to gag you and blindfold you. Cuff your wrists behind your back, and your ankles too. Leave you here, and lock the door. As long as I want, helpless. Waiting for it. When I get back, I'll do what I promised. But when I'm downstairs? No one else will know, but I will. I'm gonna get so wet, knowing you're helpless upstairs and waiting on it. For whenever I finally decide to come up and take what I want. Which is anything I feel like."

  "Hot."

  "Yeah, I know. I'm ruining your birthday present, telling you, hmm? Don't worry. I got a little something else. A surprise. Don't sweat it, it was cheap. Couple dolrs. It costs a couple bucks in the naughty book store, but, online? Cheap as fuck. So I got a couple. Now, that's the birthday surprise. After you get your basement chair? When I'm finally done with you down there, when you finally make it back up here? I'm gonna use my rope and handcuffs on you, and you'll be blindfolded and gagged. Face down, completely helpless. You won't know what's coming, but you'll know something is. You'll be afraid and anticipating it. Then, eventually, you'll start to figure it out. Its something dirty I decided I wanna do, so? Just gonna do it. It doesn't matter what it is, I just do it to you. The only hint I'll give you? I don't care if you like it, or if you don't like it. It happens anyways. But… I think you're gonna squeal for me when I do it. I'm pretty sure of the squealing, but we'll just have to see, won't we?"

  "Hmm."

  "Well. I'll see, I mean. You? Will be blindfolded, waiting to figure out what mommy decided she wants to try. And by try? I of course mean do. I'm pretty sure I'm going to humiliate you, but oh well. I guarantee you won't tell anyone, I don't think. You'll be too embarrassed mommy does that to you. But? She's going to anyways. I'm gonna ugh, and have so much fun doing it. I can't wait. Some music, will cover up your cute little gagged squeals I think you'll make. Probably make you fall asleep in handcuffs the night of your birthday. Right here, like this, but handcuffed. Just knowing I have you sleeping here, helpless in my arms? Is gonna turn me on even more. And if I wake up, and decide I want something? There you are. Helpless, waiting. Its gonna be so great. I can't wait. Too bad a birthday only comes once a year. I decided to make it special for us. Sounds hot, doesn't it?"

  "Very hot."

  "Good. So? Thank me. For taking the time, and the effort, to think of something new for your birthday. Don't stop thanking me over and over, and different each time. Get creative, and remember. Do… not… stop. Until you're told to stop. Understand me?"

  "Yes."

  "Good. Start now, and stay still."

  He started thanking me, and I reached around and checked his interest meter. It was fully interested. Naughty bedtime stories never failed to peak his interest level. I had a warm, wet, slick hand from it in no time. I started and stopped, to make it take as long as possible. I kissed his neck and his shoulder, and I rubbed my leg on his, hugging him from behind like I enjoyed sleeping with him. It took forever. When I finally stopped, than started up fast at the end I ughed in his ear. I said the dirtiest things to him in his ear, as I finished him off like that. He kept thanking me, while I stroked him soft and had him fully milked. I wiped my hand on his hip, like I had a habit of doing. I enjoyed the long thanking, until I was happy.

  "Shh. You can stop now. You did very well, by the way. You, are very welcome. I would say the pleasure was all mine? But, you already know that the pleasure is always, all mine. That's how this works. That's how this will always work. I love to tell you what I want, and you love to give me whatever I want. And right now? I seem to have somehow, gotten all wet again, from all this naughty bedtime story. So. I want you to slide down, and bury your face in my twat, and I want a nice, long, licking. Get to it. I got all wet, and hot and bothered, and I want you to lick me until I'm all tuckered out, so I can sleep. I'll tell you when to stop. Do it now."

  I ate my bnket, and wiped myself on his face until I couldn't stand it, then took some more. I eventually sort of colpsed. I hoped the music covered it, on its repeat list, but… if anyone heard a little something, some noise out of me? That was fine. I wanted everyone to know I got pleasured any night I wanted. It was none of their business how I took it, but it was fine if they knew. The looks the girls gave me at breakfast, I just loved it. Their smiles, my smile, said it all. I had spent far too long alone, and I enjoyed the other girls knowing I was getting serviced any night I felt like it, any time of the day I decided to lead him up by the hand to my room. Before breakfast, after breakfast. Noon-er. Late brunch. Before or after dinner. Or both. I was so pampered and so spoiled, I loved it. Everyone in the house knew I never showered alone, and that it took a while.

  The next morning, I woke him up with a nice, sloppy blowjob. Then dressed him in my soccer shorts and nothing else. Since I just serviced him, I could trust he wouldn't get all wooded up. The girls smiled when he had his back to us cooking, and I smiled back to let them know I was showing him off, they were allowed to look. I let him enjoy seeing them in their sleeping T shirts and underwear. He tried to be polite and not enjoy their morning stretches and yawns, but I had told him if he didn't stare that it was fine to notice. I'm pretty sure Little Lightning was his favorite. It was one he had tried to ask out, before I found him and nded him. It made sense. After the fun I got out of the situation with zy whore number three and her prancing around putting on a show, I didn't mind letting him look. After all, if he got any little jolly out of it, it was just getting used on me anyways.

  When me and the girls decided to practice a little after breakfast, I went upstairs to change. He followed me up, which was nothing new. I smiled as I enjoyed myself a little. I sat on the end of the bed, and I pointed down. I got my ankles held and my little kisses I liked. I went and opened up my gear bag, then came back and sat down again, and had him go back to my ankles and the kisses. When I was ready, I started. I scratched his hair, and talked sweetly.

  "Now. I'm going to have you dress me. I've decided I really like this. Now, after a couple times of this, I'll ask you if you really enjoy it. If you don't, we don't have to. But if you do, it'll become a regur thing. If you enjoy it, and it becomes a regur thing? Don't lie to me to please me, because it will become a permanent feature. Now. Every morning, I want you to dress me. If it becomes permanent, I'll have you thoroughly trained by the time csses start. We'll make sure we get up a wee bit earlier than we need to, so I can enjoy this, each and every morning. You ready?"

  He was.

  "Good. I want you to go over to my gear bag, I already opened it up for you. I have all my practice outfits in there. Now listen, I want you to fetch things I tell you to. We py fetch sometimes, so you know that means you crawl over on your hands and knees, and you get things with your mouth, and you bring them back. Don't get them wet and slobbery, you fetch carefully. Now let's try this out. I want you to fetch my thick practice socks first. Go on. Fetch."

  He went and stuck his face in my bag, and dug around and came up with my clean practice socks. They're really thick, to protect my feet like I need. The school buys them, I'm not sure you can even get them this thick and heavy duty in any store, anywhere. He brought them back and dropped them at my feet. I rubbed his head and told him he did very good.

  I lifted my foot, and had him slowly put first one on, then the other. I showed him how for now, since I wasn't wearing shin guards, I didn't need them pulled up, and how I liked them pulled down and bunched just above my ankles. So I had him take them off, and do it again "properly".

  Then I had him fetch my panties, and I stood up and I stepped into them, and had him slowly pull them up and arrange them ft. I told him this wasn't for jollies, he wasn't to touch my twat or too much of my ass when he did my panties every morning. Then I had him fetch my practice shorts, they matched the ones I had him in to show off that I cimed him as exclusively mine. I stood up and stepped into them, and he slid them up and arranged them on me.

  I told him he was doing good, and to fetch my T shirt. I then sent him to fetch the other one in the bag. He dropped it with the first one. I leaned forwards, and got him to put my T shirt on for me. I had him fetch my wrist sweat bands, one at a time, then I held out my hands to get them put on, and showed him exactly where I wanted them. So, I had him take them both off, and do them again "properly".

  I had him fetch my head sweatband, and showed him how to put it on me. Then I had him take it back off, and I taught him how I liked my ponytail done. I made him do it a couple times, until he had been taught to spread my hair to tighten it snug. Then I got the sweatband back on. Then, to have him demonstrate he could do it "properly", he took both off. I had him do them both from scratch.

  Last I had him fetch my soccer spikes one at a time. When he had both, I had him put each foot in them, and started training him gently how to do it. To loosen all the ces first and how to put my foot in. To then slowly tighten the ces, coming up from the end and working up. I then patiently taught him how to untie them, and how to loosen them correctly. Then, I had him show me he could do it properly. After twice more of this, I pointed to my other foot, and he did it correctly the first time. I put my spikes together and pointed, and I got my ankles held and my little kisses on my spikes instead of the tops of my feet like usual.

  When I was done blushing and I was sure it had passed, I told him to stop and kneel up. I put my knees over his shoulders, and grabbed his face with my hands sweetly.

  "That was very good for a first time. I'm impressed."

  He nodded.

  "You were just given a compliment. Shh. You wait. I'm going to be generous, and let that slide, just the one time. This is just like bed. I'm in charge. You know when I'm in charge, how to act. You better take this seriously, because I will. Now. Don't ever do that again. You've been warned nice about it. Remember that. Now, you were given a compliment. You thank me nice, and you thank me for being so nice and letting something slide like that. Do it now."

  He did, until I told him he could stop.

  "Okay. I've decided to have a fun little practice for me and the girls every day until your birthday. You, are going to dress me for my morning practice, every morning after breakfast. I expect you to learn how to do this properly. Now, after your birthday, you'll have a chance to decide if you mind this or not. Don't say you like it if you don't. Because if you decide you like it? It's going to become a permanent feature of our retionship. You'll dress me every morning. If we do, after I decide you have it down pat? You'll be responsible for doing it properly. Once I decide you know how to do it properly? If you do anything incorrectly, it will mean you did it on purpose. And I'll punish you, very severely, for testing me like that. Do you understand me?

  He did.

  "Now then. Me and the girls, are going to run around the edge of the yard, around this whole pn, for a while. You can jog with us if you like. This first time, the girls will run in front of me, and I'll follow them. You? If you choose to jog with us, will follow behind me. I want you to watch my ass and my legs, like I'm pretty sure you like. You can enjoy watching me, and enjoy watching me sweat. I think you like seeing a girl work out, so I want you to enjoy it. If you're good, I'll start letting you jog in front of me. So I can enjoy seeing my property, and enjoy your legs and your ass, and watching you sweat. You will then be allowed to enjoy staring at the girl's legs, and its fine. That, will be a privilege you earn. By dressing me properly, without needing corrected on anything. Now, do you want to jog with us?"

  He did.

  "Good. Thank me, for letting you watch my ass and my legs the whole time."

  I pointed down, and he grabbed my ankles and my spikes got little kisses while he thanked me, and I brought him back up again.

  "You're welcome. Now. I want all the girls here that notice us, to see you in my shorts, with my team number on it. You know that means we're a steady item. You get to wear one of my other practice T shirts, too. That's what its fetched for. You'll put it on. Go ahead, let me see how you look, in my shorts and my shirt."

  He put the T shirt on and came back up kneeling with me. I draped my knees over his shoulders again, and kissed him slow and sloppy for a while.

  "Do you like wearing my shorts, and my shirt? Showing everyone my number, so they know you're my steady thing and I cim you as mine?"

  He did.

  "We're allowed to get the wrist sweatbands and the head sweatbands with our number on them, without the pink lines. That's because its a thing, to give your boyfriend your number to wear. The boys get ones with pink lines and their number on them too, to let their girls wear them to show them off. Do you want me to get them for you, so when you go work out, you can wear them?"

  He did.

  "I didn't think about it earlier, so they won't be here for your birthday. I'm sorry about that. But you'll definitely get them, and I appreciate you wearing my number around. It shows you like me and you're not ashamed to let all the other girls know who you belong to. Thank you, it's very sweet of you."

  He remembered to thank me for his compliment, and I smiled and told him he was making me happy. I kissed him some more, and told him to get ready to jog, then he could watch me practice and work up a sweat for him.

  "Now, before you get ready. After this little fun practice is over? We're going to come up here, and I'm going to also start training you how to undress me after a practice. Now, once or twice I had you in the locker room and the shower, I had you lick me after I worked out. Did you like it?"

  He did.

  "Great. You're going to get another crack at it. After You learn how to undress me properly today, I'm going to stand here on a towel, and you're going to give me a tongue bath. From the top of my feet, to my head, and every, single, inch of me in between. There are pheromones and chemicals in my sweat, and I want you licking them. You're already basically addicted to the smell of me, dry or sweaty. You're going to get more addicted to the taste and smell of me, and get those chemicals. You're mine, and this is going to keep you mine. Forever. You'll never get away from me if I have anything to say about it, and I'm going to make every effort that you never want to try. Thank me for putting the effort in, to keep us together, forever. Go on."

  He did. I kissed him some more, then I took my knees off of his shoulders and told him to get ready. When he was done, I took his fingers in mine and slowly led him downstairs. The girls were already dressed, and we went out. The girls used each other to stretch out for a run, and we used each other. Other than the normal stuff, we put our ankles on each other's shoulders, and stretch out that way too. I'm pretty sure he liked the leg show of stretching out with me, and we've done it a lot before we go for jogs.

  He works out and jogs a lot, so it was no surprise he could keep up with us easily. After a bunch of ps outside the outermost perimeter of this housing pn, me and the girls did a speed p. I told him to try to beat the girls if he could. He could pull ahead of me, which was no surprise to me at all, how far I know he jogs. He was a distance runner. But not a sprinter. The girls are very competitive, and particurly about speed, which is one of their main assets. They pulled away from him, and it was fun to watch him try to catch them. He finally managed to come abreast of Right, and managed to pass her slowly. Light noticed and didn't want beat by anyone, and ughed and found out she had to turn her jets on to stay a couple steps ahead of him, by the time we made it back.

  Standing in a circle, sweat dripping off of us, we all ughed.

  "Well, well, well. I can't give you two a run for your money. Finally found someone in the off season who can keep you moving even if I can't."

  He got to sit and have a cold drink, and watched us practice a little. We mainly did all passing drills, which is a normal thing we have to do like breathing. We all spread out afterwards, after a cold drink for a break together, and practiced clearing the ball. They need to be able to do it some, but in particur I need to be able to clear the ball from as close to goal to goal as I can. In addition to taking the heat out of a hot kitchen around our goal by clearing the ball up field, during a tie game a team might pull their goalie. To use them as an extra pyer, to try to win. If I can clear the ball far enough, and accurately enough, I stand a chance of an empty net, or, to make it to a girl cherry picking up there who can tap it in to break the tie and win.

  I smiled at him, dripping sweat, and he seemed to enjoy watching me clear. We finally got separated enough, that one of the girls was at the far end of my range. Too far for her to clear back to me, but she passed to the other close enough she could just clear it to me to do it again and again. I could feel his eyes on my legs, as I ran up and put my instep to the ball and unched it. When I do this after all these years, my leg comes back and up behind me and my whole body goes into the unch. The twist of my hips and the slight turn of my shoulders puts more momentum into the unch.

  When we were finally done, the girls wanted some fruit and cottage cheese and I took mine up to my room. Before I did, I asked if the girls minded if I showered first. They smiled and shook their heads, it was fine. Their smiles told me they knew what I was enjoying, they said they would watch some TV until it was their turn. I thanked them for it, and thought how little you two really know. I smiled at him, and took the pte of fruit and cottage cheese in one hand, and his fingers in the other and led him up the steps behind me. My lightly grasping fingers tugged him into our room and locked the door and put the music on. I let the fruit sad and cottage cheese wait.

  "Strip."

  He did.