Christine struggled out of Alan's arms, and then waded back around behind him. Whew, this is a lot safer. Dammit, I miss his special touch already, though. But I need to regain some control. It's all happening too fast! To distract herself, she returned to massaging his back and neck.
She thought, This is so good! A dream come true! Now I know why all the girls are so eager to let him take full advantage. I've never had an orgasm like that in my life. Not even close, except for the other really big one he gave me earlier! This is bliss, just cuddling with my man. She sighed contentedly.
His muscles actually felt quite tense, so she began digging her fingers in. He's so tight; maybe he's feeling the strain as much as I am. It feels good to press in deeply, just like the way he was pressing his erection deeply into my ass crack. I wish I could make him cum too.
Even though his hard-on was no longer touching her, she suddenly clenched her ass cheeks, imagining that she was trapping his stiff rod and squeezing it between them. In so doing, her fingers also dug in extra deep into his back.
"Owww!" he complained.
Her fingers froze when she thought, DAMMIT! Christine, what's wrong with you? You've got a one track mind today! What was I thinking? I wasn't thinking, that's what. I practically let him do it in my butt!
By way of apology, she stopped her overly aggressive massage altogether and pressed her soft boobs into his back. Trying to make light of the situation, she said, "Sorry. It's all your fault, though."
"MY f-f-fault?" His voice stammered, as he was taken by surprise by the way she started to slither all over his back. She even wrapped a leg around one of his legs.
She felt triumphant, knowing that she'd caused him to lose his cool for a brief moment. "Yes, Mr. Tit Terror, all your fault. You're just too good with those fingers. That's why you're so much trouble. It makes me mad. And makes me forget that I'm mad at you. And I AM still mad at you. That whole thing with Mrs. Pestridge really pisses me off. Amy's mother! Where does your crazy harem lifestyle leave us?"
She was a bit miffed, but she was still blissed out from her climax so her tone lacked bite. In fact, even as she complained, her wet body continued to slide all over his. If only it wasn't for THEM. His other lovers. I'd be such a good, loyal girlfriend! We'd be perfect for each other. I'd please him with my body every single day to make sure he doesn't stray, and I'll bet I'd love every single minute!
Seeing that the conversation was beginning to touch on matters both serious and important, he interrupted her massage by turning around so they could make eye contact. The position was no less sexual, but now their front sides were pressed together instead. "Christine, I have to be completely honest: I really don't know. You know what I said earlier. My feelings for you are strong. I feel that you have strong feelings for me too."
She nodded shyly and almost imperceptibly. Too strong! She was confident in so many things, but when it came to romance and sex she felt completely lost.
He went on, "Look, I've gotten myself into a real fix, I know that. I'm in way, way over my head. When I have sex with a woman, I tend to fall in love with her, and I didn't realize that until it was a done deal. It started out really simple, but one thing led to another, word got around, and I got swept along, like in a flash flood. Emotional forces were released that I can barely control. Now I'm in love with multiple women and I can't live without them. Honestly! And there's more than one or two; there's a handful."
He gave a wry laugh and thought to himself, They're a real handful, alright. He thought about the emotional strain of trying to deal with them all at the same time, but he also envisioned a literal handful, cupping Susan's giant milk-filled jugs with both hands.
With Christine's hard nipples pressing intently into his chest, he thought, Why the fuck don't we play some more, right now? I'm soooo horny! If she doesn't like it, she can complain. I've been worshipping her body for years - I can't get enough! He brought his hands up to her hefty rack.
She wiggled about a little bit, as if she was trying to get out of his grasp, but she didn't try hard at all (in fact, both of them greatly enjoyed the wiggling). After a few seconds, she "gave up" altogether and instead said with bitterness, "Poor Alan, your life is such a trial."
He hefted her boobs with both hands and resumed mauling them.
Outwardly, she looked like she was suffering greatly from his aggressive tit-play, but that was only because she was struggling hard not to be overwhelmed with sexual pleasure. It felt so good that she thought she might pass out at any moment, and already she was holding off another cum. She tried hard to remain engaged in the conversation.
As he worked the undersides of her soft globes, he replied, "Hey, I'm not looking for pity. Love happens. I can't control the where or when or who or how. It just happened, and now this is the reality I'm living with. I didn't plan this, and definitely wasn't prepared for it."
She tried to look at his situation more sympathetically. "Surprisingly, I can understand what you mean. I mean, I had feelings for you before today. UGH!" She groaned with arousal. "But what we've done just now, the physical intimacy... It did something to me. I just want to... be with you all the more." She was going to say "love you all the more," but she chickened out at the last second. "So I can totally understand where these women are coming from if the same thing happened to them. You have a special touch."
She looked down at his busy fingers and wryly noted to herself, Yeah, a particularly special touch with my nipples. Geez, you love those things! It's crazy that he's playing with my breasts like he owns them even as we talk about his other women. Does the indignity never cease? I guess I'm just too horny! It actually was a relief to her that he'd switched to nipple play for a while. since his rough-all-over tit fondling was driving her wild.
After steadying her breath, she continued, "And I don't think it's just my inexperience. Other girls, when they talk about their boyfriends, it's nothing like this. The problem is that you got involved with all these different girls. You should have just picked one and stuck with her."
He thought, I did pick just one, but she turned me down. But he resisted the urge to rub it in by saying it out loud. They'd been there and done that. However, it still hurt him.
Instead, he said, "I know. It was dumb, but I don't regret it. It's not just the great sex I'm enjoying, although there is that. I'm surrounded by so much LOVE. I'm even more addicted to the love than to the sex, believe it or not. The intimacy. The bonding. The friendship. It's all so good."
She nodded, trying to understand. She could sort of see what he meant, but at that same time she was having a hard time masking her jealousy and moral outrage. One boy just didn't have a "handful" of lovers. It went against everything she believed. She would have been a lot angrier, and probably would have even yelled at him, had he not been doing such arousing things to her body as they talked.
He ran one hand over her taut belly just under the water while rolling a nipple between his fingers. "So, on the one hand, I love what happened today, and I don't want it to stop. It was kind of an accident how it happened, but aren't you glad that it did?"
"VERY glad." She nodded her head emphatically, leaned forward, and kissed him. Her body desperately longed for more stimulation. Her tongue briefly explored his mouth. But she quickly pulled back when she realized that if they started necking, the conversation was probably going to die, and unfortunately, these issues needed to be addressed.
"But on the other hand," he continued seriously, while caressing the sensitive undersides of her massive boobs, "I still have all these issues about the harem thing. I've got my own issues and problems relating to it, which are a whole other thing that would be a big sidetrack discussion, and then there's the issue of you and the harem."
She pointed out, incredulously, "You talk about 'the harem' like it's really, you know, a harem!"
"It kind of is. I don't know what else to call it. I have a handful of lovers and they all know about each other and have accepted the situation, so what else is it?"
She felt goose bumps all over. GOOD GOD! It IS a harem! That staggered her, but strangely, it didn't cool her ardor.
He continued, "I know the harem lifestyle isn't for everybody. Maybe some people were raised to firmly believe such a lifestyle is wrong, and it's hard to change those beliefs. Maybe some people are just more inclined to be monogamous, for one reason or another. The bottom line is, you feel that the harem life is not for you; it bothers you on many different levels. And I feel the harem life is not for you."
She nodded. But she looked down at herself again, and at the way his hands were lazily running all over her body, and thought, I feel like I'm in his harem already! My God, it's like I'm helpless to resist his touch. I've got a feeling that if I see him at school on Monday, and he wants to slip his hands under my clothes to play with my tits and ass, I'd let him! And right now, they definitely feel like "tits" and not "breasts." I'm so slutty tonight. UNH!
Thank goodness he's avoiding my pussy, or who knows what would happen! My "hoo-ha!" Jesus! He never talks about it, but that comment shows he's thinking about it. How can he talk so casually while driving me mad with desire?! Those hands! Those relentless hands!
Then she forced herself to concentrate on the discussion. She tried to ignore her rising lust. It wasn't easy though, and she knew her arousal had to be making her feel more agreeable. She asked, "How do your mother and sister deal with all this, by the way? Do they know about you having a harem? Do they maybe even approve?"
As his hands went back to working her nipples, he said casually, "First off, it's not REALLY a harem; you used that word first. It's not like we all sit around in Turkish pants smoking hookahs. I do use that word myself sometimes, but only because there's no other word in the English language to describe my situation."
She pointed out, "But still. It's pretty damn harem-y. And there's probably details you don't want me to know."
He sighed at that dangerously accurate truth. "As for my family, of course they know. I don't want to lie to them. Amy and her mother are over at our house a lot, so I wouldn't be able to hide it even if I tried, in any case. Of course you know my mom's prudish reputation. She had big issues at first. However, Suzanne is her best friend and she's seen how much we love each other, and well... Her prudish upbringing is still an unfortunate factor, but the fact that she sees the powerful loving feelings, and that it's obviously not just or even mainly about sex, that makes a big difference for her. Ditto with Katherine."
That answer was highly misleading, to say the least, but he was trying hard not to outright lie.
Christine nodded again, but resolved to discuss this in depth with Katherine soon. She thought, I really need to tell him to stop playing with my nipples, so I can think. Heck, he needs to take those magic hands off me altogether, already!
But she didn't say a word about that; what he was doing simply felt too good. In fact, she was having a hard time not kissing him some more, especially with their faces so close together. Her hands were exploring his back, but so far, she'd resisted the urge to slip them down inside the back of his swimsuit.
He continued, "Now, you'd like me to forget those other women and just go with you. I'm sorry, but I can't let them go. I love them and need them too much, and they love me. So we're at a fundamental impasse that seems to have no solution. The main thing is I care for you, and I don't want you to get hurt. To me, that's the bottom line here: don't hurt you. You deserve better. That's why I mentioned Suzanne's name of all the names, kind of to shock you. You really don't want to get caught up in all my craziness."
Christine was deeply touched that he cared so much for her and was still trying to protect her. He could just up and have sex with me today. I want him so bad and I'm so far gone into this new world of overwhelming lust that I probably wouldn't resist. Hell, I know I wouldn't resist! And then I'd probably be hooked, and he'd be free to use me as he pleases at any time. But he won't take the easy, selfish way. That's one reason why I love him so much!
She mentally paused and considered the phrase, "Free to use me as he pleases at any time." God, why does that thought make me feel so HORNY?! That's messed up. She thrust her chest out in order to give his fingers better access. The gesture was completely unnecessary since they were so close already, but it looked very sexy and enticing.
Then she remembered the time that Amy had "offered" to share Alan with her, the curious warning Amy had given about how girls got "hooked" on Alan, and did she want to be "hooked" too. It was too bizarre for Christine to contemplate. She was suddenly filled with an urge to neck with him for a long time, until all of her concerns were forgotten. She found that bizarre as well.
With a worried face, she asked, "So where does that leave us? Don't say we have to stop the kissing and the touching. PLEASE don't say that! Or the practice dates. I LOVE the practice dates!"
He spoke with a furrowed brow. "I don't know. I don't want to stop that either. But I worry that we're falling down a slippery slope. We'll get more and more physically involved, but we won't solve our fundamental problem. I know that you love being with me right now, as much as I love being with you. Isn't this fun?"
She nodded eagerly. Then she remembered that a girl was supposed to play hard to get. So she said with a disinterested air, "Yeah, it's alright." But her effort to appear indifferent failed badly, and they both knew it. She immediately gave up the pretense and grinned from ear to ear.
He grinned back. "I also know that it hurts you that I have other women whom I love a great deal. In the end, that'll just mean more heartbreak for you. It could ruin our growing friendship too. And that's going to hurt you even more than it does me, because I do have those other women to console me. I'm feeling like a scoundrel here. We're both walking a tightrope, but I'm the only one who has a safety net!"
She thought, Alan Plummer, you take the cake. Of all the times to get moralistic and responsible on me, in the disgustingly immoral and irresponsible life you're now leading, you have to pick this time! And ME! Why didn't you get all moralistic about Amy's mother, and then get all wild and sexy about me?!
He was used to carrying on a serious conversation while experiencing great sexual pleasure - weeks of "stealth" handjobs, blowjobs, and "penis tending" had seen to that. But while she was an experienced multi-tasker, she was having an increasingly difficult time thinking at all as her lust grew and grew. It was becoming like a game of chicken though - she wasn't going to give in and ask him to stop, if he showed no sign of being too distracted. However, it wasn't really a fair "fight," since she was only stroking his back, while he had resumed relentlessly working her nipples and breasts.
Then she said, "You're right. You're totally right. Here's an idea. Sometimes, people are 'friends with benefits,' as the saying goes. What if we're like that? What if we keep our practice dates, keep everything as before, but just allow a whole lot more kissing and touching? Think of it as practice dates plus."
He laughed. "Plus what? ... I dunno. It sounds very tempting. But there's the slippery slope. It's really a bad idea in the long run. We can't fool around and not grow more serious about each other. It just happens; trust me on this one."
The slippery slope! She sighed with longing, because for some reason that sounded really sexy, as it made her think of wet bodies sliding against each other. Then she thought more about his words and sighed with frustration. Of course it's going to "just happen." That's my plan! Now that I've discovered how great sex is, I want more, a lot more! And I want it with you!
But what she told him next was almost the exact opposite of that, because she didn't want to scare him off. "Look. This is hard for me to talk about, but I have to make a confession. I don't know why, but I find this whole physical intimacy thing so wonderful, yet so scary. I love what we did today, but I'm not really ready for more."
Misunderstanding, he pulled his hands from her chest.