Drop

After a cuddle, a playful shower, and a clean up of spare room Julie, Bri and I are chilling in the living room. An onlooker could have easily mistaken us for just a trio of friends sitting around shooting the shit. But for those more keen of eye they would see our mellow, almost languid, body language, the light flush across our cheeks, the sparkling glances and knowing smirks passing between us and just generally sense the glow in the room and realize that these friendships had benefits.

Having a double dose of lady cum, Julie’s load deposited right where it had the greatest effect, I was really feeling that ‘softness’ Heather spoke about. Thankfully I wasn’t reduced to a babbling mooncalf like after Heather’s first time with me but I was certainly feeling…squishy. Their actual cum had this total pacifying effect on a man. I was happy that I didn’t have to go to work right now. In my post-coital high I was more in the mood to feel a flower petal than swing a hammer. I was full to the brim with love, joy and empathy. Thank goodness they seemed to instinctively understand my state of mind and were gentle with me. Julie didn’t grab me or tug me, she would pet me. Bri wouldn’t hit me with a zinger when the opportunity arose, she would smile and say something really nice. In my current state I was as harmless as a puppy dog and they treated me as such. While deep down all I wanted right now was to be in my Mistress’s arms I was oh so grateful for Julie and Briana’s company and kindness.

I was struck at how easily we settled into the mundane topics of work, interests and the like after the wild threesome we’d just experienced. Sex with them was nothing at all like it was with Heather. With Heather I could feel the heavens move and my soul stir. With Julie and Bri was far more akin to how it felt with Blair, just a pleasurable physical transaction, only with them it was actually fun.

It was odd getting to know Briana only AFTER we’d already banged. She too felt that way and we shared more than a couple chuckles about it as we spoke.

After telling Briana about my recent shift into construction I say. “Unless I’m mistaken I suspect I’m talking to a fellow working folk.” Taking her hand I rub my thumb along her calloused palm.

“Oh, I swing my share of axes and hammers. I make rope from hemp and use them too. Dugout my fair share of logs into a canoe. Can make you a pot or a bronze pin quick as ye like. Knapped more flint blades than I can count. I can get down among the straw and the mud and the shit get a wattle and daub wall going in no time.” She says. “In some ways I do a lot of what ye do, Elliot. Construction, circa 2000 BCE.”

I look at Julie who looked as lost as I was. She says. “I thought you were an ivory tower egghead.”

“Aye.” Briana gives us one of her signature crooked grins. “Workin on my doctorate of rocks and logs and straw and mud and shit. Experimental archeology.”

“Experimental?”

“Basically just means we actually make the stuff our ancestors used to see how it really worked.”

“Oh!” I smile. “That’s so…cool!”

“I think so.” Bri says as a familiar spark brightens her blue eyes. It was the same spark I saw when Mia spoke about music.

Briana lights up as she tells Julie and I all about her work and degree.

As the minutes pass my desire, my need, to see Heather again was getting more and more difficult to manage. My soft state only amplified her absence. I began having trouble listening and found that my gaze kept drifting toward the window as I searched for her. All I could think about was her getting home again.

Not wishing to be a poor host while also wanting to be home alone when Heather returned I decide to cut our hangout short.

“Well.” I say. “I hate to be that guy, but…”

Briana smirks. “I think he’s about to kick us out.”

“Typical dude. Wham, bam, thank you ma’ams.” Julie quips.

“Sorry.” I say. “I’ve just got this reading to get done before tomorrow and, um,…”

“You don’t want us cramping your style when your woman gets home.” Julie smiles.

“Something like that.”

Briana pats my knee, stands and stretches. “So, same time next week?”

I giggle. “We’ll see.”

“Our boy’s got a full schedule.” Julie chuckles.

I stand and approach my new friend. After an awkward moment where we weren’t sure of whether to shake hands or what she takes the lead and steps in for an amiable hug.

“It’s been awesome meeting you, Briana.” I say.

“Goes double fer me, boyo.” She pats my cheek. “Hey, you ever just want to hang out or whatever let me know.” She smiles. “It doesn’t have to always be like this.” I catch a little flare of her nostrils. “It’s been really, really…nice getting to know you, Elliot.”

“Same for me.”

She pats my chest softly. “If I don’t see ye before I’ll be there fer yer game on Thursday.”

“Take care of yourself, Briana.”

After another clumsy handshake-hug Briana is on her way.

“To think.” Julie says as we watch her stroll to her car from the front window. Given her old-timey fashion sense and her profession I was not the least bit surprised to see Briana stop and open the door of a vintage Ranger Rover. “I didn’t want to share you with an outsider. She’s pretty cool, huh?”

“Mm.” I nod. “You’re not just saying that because she helped you spit-roast me?”

“Ha!” Julie chuckles. “That certainly didn’t hurt my opinion. Having someone not in the family definitely opens up some options.”

I turn to Julie. “Hey, I just wanted to say…you were pretty awesome too today. You were amazing.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” She smiles. “You’re cum drunk, but thank you.”

“No, I mean it.” I say. “I had a lot of fun today. It meant a lot to me to know that I can trust you, ya know?”

“Yeah. I get it.” She lays a hand on my shoulder. “You sure you want to be alone right now?” With as heartfelt an expression as I’d ever seen on Julie she looks me in the eyes. “I could just hangout quiet while you read your stuff. Fuck right off when Heather gets home.”

“No.” I say softly. “It’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” I say. “Heather will be home any minute now.”

“I guess I’m supposed to respect your freedom or whatever.” She pinches my cheek. “It’s been a slice, cutie. Anytime you need a quickie…or a kick in the ass.”

“I know who to call.”

“You better!” She kisses my other cheek and steals one last sniff. “You’re the best fuckin thing to happen to this family in a long time. Love ya, kid.”

“Oh! I, uh, I love you too, Julie.”

We come together for a long, strong hug and before long I am standing alone watching Julie strolling like the cock of the walk toward her rusty old Subaru. After she drives out of sight I immediately begin scanning the street and the park for a head of familiar brown hair and a voluptuous body. I let out a long sigh as I see neither.

I return to the sofa, sitting slowly to savor the tenderness of my freshly fucked ass, then lay the work binder across my lap. I flip the pages, reading and reviewing, but again and again and again my eyes are drawn to the window or front door. God, I hoped she got home soon. Just to see her again would be everything right now. Maybe I should head down to The Hive and see how she’s doing. Although, given the time, there was a good chance she was already on her way home. We might miss each other along the way.

“Be patient, Elliot.” I whisper. “She’ll be home soon.”

I try to reason with myself, telling myself that these were some dangerously codependent feelings I was having, but my mind had no hold on me now. When it came to Heather I was ruled by my heart and my soul.

Suddenly this cozy little house felt vast and empty. So very empty. I had sent Julie and Briana away because I found their company a distraction to what my heart truly yearned for. Little did I appreciate just how valuable that distraction had been. Had I been ‘sober’ I think it would have been a challenge but a manageable one. But as I sit there that lovely honey high and the all-encompassing post-sex ‘softness’ begins to take an unpleasant turn. All those wonderful emotions began to hollow out until they were just brittle shells of the fulsome feelings they once were. The only experience I could compare it to was that terrible time after my parents passed. There was nobody here. Nobody to talk to. Nobody to listen. Nobody to touch me. Nobody for me to make happy. Nobody to look after me. Nobody to love me!

I was…ALONE!