Cumming home

Cassandra and I huffed our way past the front door of Bi’s apartment with our arms full, carrying the last of the boxes. We set them down carefully near the entrance and both bent over forward from all the effort. We looked at each other and smiled through the tiredness. But before we could say anything, we just heard, coming from the hall:

“Outta the way, outta the way, outta the way!”

Barbie ran past us, with her arms so full of plushies that they blocked her vision. She tried to run to her new bedroom and drop the tower of stuffed creatures on the bed before they tumbled to the ground, but she clearly wasn’t accustomed to the layout of the new apartment yet, as she smacked on the walls a couple of times. Fortunately, her aforementioned mountain of plushies cushioned her bumping around every time. Cassandra and I laughed our asses off at the sight as we sat down on one of the small couches.

Barbie came back to the livingroom and, with her hands on her hips, said, “Alright, I think that’s the last of them.”

“Sure was.” I said to her as I was catching my breath. I then turned to Cassandra, “Thanks for helping me carry all the boxes.”

“Someone had to, right?” she answered, giving me and Barbie a tired, but satisfied smile.

“Well, excuse me, I was carrying precious cargo!” the goth exclaimed back to us. “Those plushies had to be handled with **** care, or they could have been damaged on the move.”

“Yeah, we saw you being extremely careful when bringing them to your room just now.” I quipped. You could hear how tired I was from my voice.

“We were in the home stretch.” Barbie brushed my comment off. “The worst parts were getting through the common areas. Once inside the apartment, we were golden.”

Both of us on the couch let out tired laughs at how much Barbie seemed to know about the rules and intricacies of transporting plushies on a move.

“Well, I should get going.” Cassandra sighed, but didn’t actually move a muscle to get up.

“Wait, c’mon, let’s at least get you something to eat.” I said, trying to keep my friend here a little longer. “Barbie, can you go to the kitchen and bring something for her to eat? And for me, too.”

“Sure thing, owner.” the goth said as she sauntered to the kitchen.

Cassandra and I looked at each other. I had spent the better part of the day with these two beautiful women, one of which was an old friend with whom I had a complicated sexual relationship with, and the other was my crush and close friend. I knew it may have been wrong, but I couldn’t help but imagine Cassandra living with us here, her entering the… complex relationship me and the other girls have. I knew the contract didn’t work on her for some reason, but I still liked her, so I still wanted to make her stay. If not by magical means, then by mundane ones.

“What a day we had, huh?”

“It was fun spending it with you guys, I wasn’t expecting that. But man, am I tired!” Cassandra answered with a yawn.

“Well, if you’re feeling too tired, maybe you could stay for the night? God knows we have the extra room now.” I said, looking away, at a random spot on the carpet, trying to not let my nervousness shine through my words.

“Yeah…” she was toying with the edge of her shirt. She looked up to the hall that led to the kitchen, then to me with a curious look in her eye, a look that I couldn’t quite place. Then she looked down at her hands. “Yeah, I think I might.”

I moved closer to her on the couch. She didn’t get up or move away, but she didn’t raise her eyes from her hands either. I moved so I could touch her thigh gently.

Except, before I could do or say anything else, Barbie came back into the living room. She loudly set down a plate with a scrambled eggs sandwich on the small center table.

“Here’s a snack for one of you to eat, and for the other…” She sat on the other couch, completely naked, with her hands on her knees, legs wide open, and chest thrust forward. “Here’s the other snack.”

Cassandra shot up from the couch, her face beat red.

“I gotta go!” She yelled as she ran for the door and down the stairs. I was too stunned to react for a second.

“Well, looks like you’ll be having two snacks tonight, owner.”

I was so tired I could only laugh. “Barbie, what were you even trying to do?”

“I was obviously trying to make something happen here! Can’t you see?” She said as she swayed her hips to me, enticingly.

I am not gonna deny it, that was getting me turned on, but I still had a very important question at the forefront of my mind. “And what were you expecting Cassandra’s reaction to be?”

“I… well…” I could see the blush begin to creep on her pale cheeks. “She is a very progressive person, I thought maybe she, I dunno, would be cool to… watch?”

“Watch as two of her closest friends fuck each other?”

“I maybe didn’t think that far ahead.”

Again, I could only laugh. “If anything, I can see you’re really eager.”

Her face took a slightly more serious expression. She was still displaying her body to me, but it looked like she now had something on her mind. Something more serious she wanted to talk about.

“You know, I think this may be the very first time you and I are alone ever since I’ve joined this group of ours. I don’t think we ever got 1 on 1 time.”

“What about the very first time we met again? It was just the two of us in that living room.”

She gave the biggest eye roll “That doesn’t count. That was me basically catching you up to speed on what I'd been doing, and then wanting to make an impression by giving you a titjob.” She let out a dry laugh. “We never got an intimate moment for the two of us ever again, and I kinda wonder what that would be like.”

I straightened up on the couch, now catching up to what this conversation was truly about. “And how would you have liked to go about it?”

“Well…” She had her finger to her chin. All pretense of seduction temporarily forgotten, she was focusing on imagining it right now. “Something gentle. Something private for just the two of us. I haven’t really thought more ahead than this, sorry.”

“That’s more than enough.” I got up from the couch, walked up to her and extended my hand. She hesitantly took it, and I conducted her to my new bedroom.

There were still some boxes littering the ground, but the bed had already been cleaned, the sheets and pillow cases were already in place. I guided Barbie towards it with my hand and she sat on the edge, nervously, unsure of what was about to happen. Her cheeks reddened more and more as I took off my clothes.

“Lay back, Barbie. And relax” I said, making eye contact with her. A small but excited smile formed on the edges of her lips as she watched me get naked. By the time I was done, she was biting a finger in anticipation.

With every step I took towards her, she leaned back more and more, until she laid her head on the mattress. As I brought my face closer to hers, I could see her eyes shine with excitement, waiting for whatever it was I had planned for this moment. I moved a few strands of her hair away from her face, behind her ear, and rested my hand behind her neck.

“You said you wanted our time together to be more gentle.” I leaned in to whisper into her ear. “ What can I do for you today, now that we are alone?”

Her response was a whimper of need.

“Use your words” I said as I moved my body to be on top of hers.

“N-Nothing fancy.” Her voice trembled in anticipation. “No big show of domination or submission, no anal, or titjob, or whatever. I just want to have you.”

I kissed her. I kissed her deeply and I kissed her passionately. She may not have any interest in dating me, but this was as deep of a show of genuine feelings as you could get. It didn’t matter the status of our relationship, we both deeply cared for each other and she needed to know I understood that.

My hand held her neck, I pushed it up, bringing her closer to me. My other hand rested on her waist. I dug my fingers into her skin, my passion fervently leaking into the strength of my grasp. Her kiss was tender and eager. She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought me closer and closer to her.

We embraced each other on the bed. I felt an instinct to command her, to order her around just as she liked it. But she had asked me not to do it this time, so I respected her wish. One of my oldest and dearest friends deserved to have her wish granted, deserved to have my best. So I gave it to her.

I positioned my body to be directly above hers. I stopped my kisses just long enough to ask her a question. “Are you ready for this?”

“Fuck yeah I am, owner!”

I entered her pussy. It was already wet from everything leading up to this moment. I did it slowly at first, but it soon became clear she wasn’t interested in going at that speed. She wrapped her legs around me and began thrusting in earnest. We both moaned into each other’s ears, the pleasure was intense, our pace became frantic.

My fingers sank into the flesh of her leg and shoulder. I was holding tight, it was all I could do to not let the pleasure overwhelm me. Her nails raked my back, marking me. She hugged me tightly with her legs. Her moaning only stopped so she could shower me with devout kisses on my cheek, on my neck, on my shoulder. She moaned my name and senseless words of ecstasy in between her kisses.

“Barbie, I’m close” I managed to say in a raspy breath.

She wordlessly pushed me to the side, making me land on my back. She then climbed on top of me, put my dick between her legs, closed them tightly around it, and continued to move her hips up and down, determined to get me off using her thighs.

It didn’t take long. With her breasts pressing snugly on my chest, the wonderful sight of her thick ass going up and down, and her amazing look of devotion as she got me off, I came soon after that. The waves and waves of pleasure crashed on my body, my hips worked on their own, pumping up and down against her, coating her legs and ass in my cum.

After a while, I was done. She plopped off beside me, covered in sweat, her lower half drenched in cum. “That was fucking amazing, owner. Thank you.”

“We’re not done.”

“What?”

“You still haven’t cum. I will not let that stand for long.” I quickly got up before she could even react. My head was groggy from the amazing orgasm, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I layed down between her open legs and began eating her out in earnest.

Her moans were no longer quiet whispers, they were loud and proud proclamations of her pleasure, of her place as my object, and of how much she loved me. I licked, kissed, moaned, and soon enough her legs were shaking, her back was arching, and her mouth was screaming my name as she came, and came hard.

***

We were snuggled up under the covers. A well deserved rest after such an eventful afternoon.

“Thank you for this moment of us together, owner.” Barbie murmured as she buried her face into my chest. “I had no idea how much I was missing a moment of just us. Thank you for giving that to me.”

“You’re one of my oldest friends, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” I said, rifling through her hair with my fingers. “But didn’t you say you wanted something more tender and calm?”

“Look, I got excited, ok?!” She answered, embarrassed, hiding her face away from me completely. “I got carried away in the moment and maybe did a little too much. But it was still nice. Thank you.”

“It definitely was.” I kissed the top of her head. “You’re welcome.”

We stayed like that, in silence, for a little while longer. Me, rifling my fingers through her hair, her, breathing slowly on my chest as she hugged me. I was convinced she had fallen asleep, but after some time, Barbie piped up with quite a random subject.

“You know, owner, I’m really glad we ended up getting neighboring bedrooms.”

“Huh, why is that?” I asked, my mind still clouded and distracted.

“Well, because if we didn’t, I would have had to end things between us,” she simply stated.

“WHAT?!” I got up in a jolt, whatever aftereffects of the orgasms and the cuddles that were there all evaporated in an instant.

“I mean, we can still be friends like we’ve always been. But this friends with benefits thing that we have going on, the fact that you are my owner, they all feel really connected to the fact you are my neighbor, for some reason.” She talked, still laying down on the bed, with the same relaxed expression she had before. As calmly as if she were talking about the weather.

Ok Alex, calm down. Think. Why would the fact that she is my neighbor matter to the Certificate of Ownership? What could it possibly have… My Friendship Request!

Cold sweat ran down my spine. The request that I made, intending for Cassandra, had in one of its stipulations that she had to be my neighbor. So what was this? Did the facts I mentioned about the friends in my requests have to remain true all the time for them to be valid? Whose genius idea was this?

I **** myself to not walk around the room, this would’ve seemed incredibly suspicious to Barbie, who, as far as I knew, found this information to be the most natural thing in the world. Just like everyone else thinks it is super normal that I own three women. Instead, I simply sat on the edge of the bed, my back turned to her.

“Can you tell me if there are any other circumstances that would lead you to wanting to end our friendship?” I asked, trying to not let my growing anxiety show.

“Friendship with benefits,” she corrected me.

“Sure.”

“Hmmm…” She thought for a couple seconds. Some very excruciating seconds. “Nothing that I can think about, no.”

Except I knew for sure that there were a bunch of other things I asked for on that morning. “Would you be able to tell me if we ever got close to a situation like that again?”

“Of course, owner! I would never want for us to be separated so randomly like that.” She still spoke in a calm tone, as if ending this relationship was as uneventful as going to the market.

Ok, crisis averted, at least for now. I definitely need to have a conversation with that devil again. Oh, why did I have to make that request when I had just woken up? I was so sleepy! I barely remember the start of that morning.

But the good news was that I didn’t need to take any specific actions right now, it was all resolved for the moment. Apparently the contract could be quite generous with its interpretation of my wording. I clearly meant neighbor as in a different house, but it would distort my words so that a neighboring bedroom would suffice. As scared as I got back there, I couldn’t help but find this fascinating. I blurted out my next question before I could stop myself.

“Does that mean you would stop being my object as well? If you wanted to end our relationship, that is.”

“I think so, yeah. I’d probably end things with you, and then rip out that Certificate of Ownership I gave you. Which would likely mean people would see me as a person again. Probably.” Again, totally relaxed and casual when talking about this.

Although, she didn’t sound so sure. But that was most of my questions answered. Or asked, and then she answered what she knew. I was getting used to this song and dance with the rules by now.

I began getting dressed. Definitely wasn’t in the mood anymore.

“I’m gonna go eat something. I just realised that sandwich is still sitting on the table and that I am, in fact, starving.”

Barbie laughed as she lounged on the bed and I left the room.