Stress Relief

"I can't believe you'd bring that up, Gabby!" Rachel exclaimed in embarrassed shock.

"I can, and that's my cue to go check on my son," Bridget announced. Standing up, she looked over at her cheer mentor and shook her head.

"Aw, come back, Bee. I'll be good. I promise," Gabriela called out as the other woman walked past the giant Christmas tree and past the stairs leading to the lower level.

"I don't think you can be any more obvious in crossing your fingers," Kimberly giggled, demonstrating how much wine she'd drunk.

Reaching the hallway, Bridget's attention perked up. At the far end, a petite redhead stood outside the door to the den. She then took a step forward and reached her hand toward the door's doorknob on the left side of the hall. Talking to herself, the ginger stepped back and lifted her hand toward the doorknob on the right side of the hall. She stopped again, murmuring to herself more.

"Lacey, are you alright?" Bridget inquired, curious over the teenager's actions. She immediately felt a little guilt as a startled Lacey bounced into the air. "I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry."

Turning around, Lacey placed a hand over her heart. "Oh, it's you, Mrs. Tarver. I thought...well, I don't know what I thought."

"Is there a problem, honey? You look rather conflicted."

"Oh, I, uh, wanted to check on Sean but didn't want to disturb him," Lacey said, nodding toward the door on the right, but she also glanced over her shoulder to the door on the left.

"And what's in the master bedroom that's keeping you from going in there?" Bridget questioned.

Lacey's face scrunched up in defeat.

"Rammy," she moaned. "Lana and Peyton said I should go in there and make up with her. She told Peyton that she thinks I hate her. I don't! But I am still a little mad at her."

"I will admit when Sean told me last night that she had mixed up his name, I was rather upset with her. I knew that he'd liked her for some time and--"

"You knew?!"

"Yes, I knew. A mother can tell these things if they last long enough. My mother was quite the expert at sniffing out which boys her daughters liked," Bridget recalled with a wry grin. "And I know your mom is much the same."

"She is?!" Lacey asked, her eyes widening as she considered what her mom might know. "Th-that doesn't matter, right now. Um, how did Sean react to Rammy calling him John?"

"Understandably, he was quite upset. He called himself a nobody and a loser for her not knowing his correct name. Oh, and he said that if he'd been a sports star or more popular, then she would've."

"That's the same thing he said to me the other night before we saw my parents--when I learned about his crush," Lacey blurted out, nearly letting slip their voyeurism.

"I think it's nonsense. Sean is smart, kind, and caring."

"That's what I said too!"

"I think he still has regrets over not making the basketball team those two times. He took it hard. I should've realized how much it damaged his self-confidence," Bridget stated, wondering if she could've done more for her son.

"It did? Aw, dammit," Lacey groaned, stabbing her foot into the floor. "This is all my fault. If I hadn't let us drift apart years ago, then, of course, Rammy would've known his name."

"Now, don't go blaming yourself--"

"No, it is my fault," Lacey confessed. "I love organizing parties--uh, don't tell my parents that part--and really love helping people get together. I should've made more of an effort to invite Sean to events, but almost every time I did, he wasn't interested. He seemed happier hanging out with JoJo and Newt. But if I had insisted--or even tricked him--then he would've at least had to talk to Rammy. Instead, he said the few times he worked up the nerve to, he lost it and didn't."

"Wait, Sean's never talked to Ramsey?" Bridget questioned in surprise.

"Rammy's nice to everyone, so he might have in class. But he's never had a real conversation with her. You know the kind," Lacey stated with a knowing look.

"Yes, I do know the kind. Oh, no, this is bad. I knew Sean was a romantic, but not the kind that falls for a girl from afar," Bridget remarked. "Sure, it happens to us girls all the time, but I've dealt with this once before from the guy's side. Teddy Day--Tinny's brother--once had a hard crush on a girl. Well, Tinny being Tinny, she found out and tricked him into talking to the girl."

"Did they fall in love?" Lacey asked, excited to hear a romantic story.

"No, it failed miserably. The girl knew who he was but had zero interest in him. She seemed offended, which was odd. Teddy was nice and good-looking. Poor kid was heartbroken," Bridget revealed.

"Oh, no."

"Tinny worked overtime, finding him a date to make it up to him. Eventually, we managed to hook him up with one of the younger cheerleaders, and he eventually forgave her," Bridget relayed, omitting some of the more salacious details.

"So, does that mean I should find a different girl for Sean?" Lacey asked, but more suggested out loud to herself. Bridget could almost see the gears turning inside her head.

"Maybe you should focus first on making up with Ramsey," Bridget suggested. "She is one of her best friends, and honestly, if Sean never talked to her, then you shouldn't be this mad at her. Maybe a little disappointed, but don't take it out on her."

"But I had big plans for them," Lacey whined. "Once I found out about his crush, I came up with a ton of ideas."

"Now is not the time to play matchmaker, Lacey. Now is the time to make up," Bridget informed the excitable ginger. "Ramsey is your best friend, right?"

"Right."

"And best friends have ups and downs. I know I did with both Tinny and Cassie, but we always made up. They're as close if not closer to me than my sisters."

"That's how I feel about Rammy and Whitney," Lacey admitted.

"That's because you love them, just like I love Tinny and Cassie. So, let me check on Sean, and you tell Rammy that you love her and make things right," Bridget said, pointing to the door on the left side of the hall.

"Okay," Lacey agreed, feeling nervous, but not as much as before.

Bridget watched to make sure the teen didn't chicken out. Only when she saw the door to the master suite shut did she turn the knob to the den's door. Glancing in, she could hear Sean softly snoring. Moving further into the room, Bridget rolled her eyes when she saw Newt's face up close to his tablet with earphones on.

"Newt," she said, waving a hand in front of the tablet screen.

"Hi, Mrs. Tarver. Sean's still sleeping...or I think he still is," the teen sheepishly examined his friend over on the foldout couch.

"Yes, he's still asleep. How are you doing? I didn't get a chance earlier to talk to you about the excitement last night."

"I'm okay," Newt replied. He didn't much care to talk about the incident on the ice with Mr. Singer.

"According to the others, you played the hero," Bridget told him.

"All I did was walk out onto the ice. It wasn't a big deal," he shrugged his shoulders.

"To everyone else, it was a big deal. And despite the problems that Finn has with his father, he appreciated it very much."

"I analyzed the weight and level of **** intake and realized I was the lightest non-intoxicated person. So it had to be me. I don't get why it's a big deal," Newt downplayed again.

"Well, I'm proud of you, Newt. And I know your mom will be proud of you once she hears about it," Bridget said, patting his shoulder. "But don't you ever do something like that again. You could've died, and your mother already lost one person she loved because of his bravery."

"I-I'm not brave like my dad."

"Yes, you are. What you did took courage and a desire to help others. That's exactly the man I knew. But next time, don't take it upon yourself to do it without talking to the others."

"I just thought it had to be me."

"What had to be you?" Sean asked from the bed.

"Honey, you're awake. How are you feeling?" Bridget questioned as she made her way to the foldout couch.

"Stiff and sore. My head feels like it's full of cobwebs," Sean replied, rubbing his forehead.

"Is your foot or leg hurting?" his mom asked.

"A little, but I can feel it growing. I'm more thirsty than anything."

"Here, drink this bottle of water, and I'll get you some more," Bridget said, handing it over. "You seem a little more...level-headed."

"Huh?"

Newt let out a single laugh.

"Do you remember much of the last day or two?" Bridget inquired. "Like where you are or what you've done?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm at Whitney's cabin, and I was at the hospital. I feel like I've slept for weeks. Why?"

"Um, you don't remember being chatty?" Bridget hesitantly asked,

"No. Wait, I remember a strange dream. I was in a castle...and Newt, you were there!" Sean exclaimed, recalling a figment of his dream.

"Castle Frankenstein or, as you called it, Castle Zackenstein," Newt informed him. "And I looked different, didn't I?"

"You did? Frankenstein, huh? Maybe, but I think I was in a mansion too. It had lots of uh...pretty girls," Sean lowered his voice for the last words. He looked away from his mom in embarrassment over a mansion filled with busty women. That must have been my sex dream.

"So you don't remember anything else or what you said?" Bridget tried to coax out what she really wanted to hear.

"No. I do remember that Whitney had to stay at the hospital. Did I say something embarrassing?" Sean queried, having this weird feeling that he had.

"Let's not worry about that right now," his mother brushed off the question. "We're switching you over to a different painkiller. This one should make you less...foggy." Bridget checked the time on the wall clock. "But we should wait for another hour. I don't want you taking too many, too often."

"Okay. Whatever you think is fine with me, Mom."

"Good. Now, do you need anything? Maybe you can use Harvey's laptop or borrow Newt's tablet for a little while," Bridget suggested. Newt appeared to clutch his tablet at the idea.

"I kind of have this strong urge to finish the novel that Mr. Stratton gave me," Sean revealed. He didn't add that for some reason, Ramsey, Whitney, and Lacey popped into his mind as characters from the book. Why would I think of them all of the sudden?

"Okay, I can go get it for you. Do you know where you left it last?" Bridget inquired.

"I saw it in his bunk," Newt responded. "I can go get it."

"Thanks, man. Can you grab the other one too?"

"Sure," he replied to Sean's request. "I'll go right now."

After his close friend closed the door, Sean turned his face back to his mom. "Is Whitney really going to be alright?"

"Yes, she's going to be fine. I can't tell you how proud I am of you," Bridget said, bending down to kiss his forehead. "My little hero."

"I worry about her," Sean stated simply, recalling one clear memory that he knew would never go away. For the rest of his life, Sean would be able to remember those frantic moments on the ice with Whitney vividly.

"I do too." Although I worry about Harvey too. Another night at the hospital, and with Willow there, it's going to be rough. That poor man. "Let me tell you about the excitement we missed last night at the cabin."

Harvey leaned his head back against the wall of the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, he felt relief at the wonderful sensations down at his groin. The firm grip of a strong hand stroked up and down his long, steel pole. Every third pass, the experienced handjobber added a slight twist when it neared the head of his cock. Harvey imagined she would've done that twist to his cockhead, but a pair of lips were busy there, giving it loving kisses.

"Look at her. She loves your cock. It's almost as if this was a dream come true. Look at her," Eloa ordered, causing Harvey to lift his head off the wall and look down. Libby smiled up at him before she went back to showing his cock how much she loved it and the opportunity to play with it.

Harvey playfully winked at the adorable blonde on her knees between his legs. Raising his view up, he shot a cheeky grin at Eloa. The exotic beauty sat on a chair that she'd pulled from Whitney's hospital room into the bathroom. There she pulled her hand off, squirting another handful of lotion into her palm, before resuming her increasingly slippery shaft stroking.

"Our Liberty here, she's read all about your exploits on Nosy Nectar. Late at night on a shift, she loves to use an on-call room to pleasure herself to them. You're a celebrity to her and many nurses around here. So you've granted her wish."

"Am I not a celebrity to you too?" Harvey questioned the tanned brunette while he lowered his hand to caress the blonde's bobbing head.

"No, I've dealt with your kind my whole life. I don't look at you as my better; you're my equal," Eloa stated with such certainty that Harvey's cock jerked. He loved a woman with self-confidence. They often proved to have the longest staying power in bed as they strove to out-compete him.

Using his free hand, Harvey grabbed the back of the brunette's head, pulling it toward his. His lips met hers in a deep, soul-searching kiss. No gentle teasing and exploring. This was a battle of wills using their tongues. The sheer aggressiveness of her tongue caused a momentary thought of regret in Harvey's mind. I shouldn't have sent Willow away. Right now, I could be in one of those on-call rooms conquering this creature.

Alas, Harvey had sent his ex-wife away, shutting off the possibility of furthering his adventure with the two helpful nurses. When Eloa had continued her blatant offer several minutes earlier, much to Libby's shock, Harvey had gracefully turned it down with ****. She understood his not wanting to leave Whitney's side for long. So the confident, resourceful nurse issued a counteroffer: she and her friend in the connected bathroom for a stress-relieving blowjob. An even further shocked Libby had protested until her friend asked if she wanted to finally see and touch the cock that the nurses loved to gossip about. For a brief moment, Harvey realized what Sean meant when he called the nurse by Lacey's name. The cutest, excited smile formed on her face reminding him of his daughter's best friend.

The bathroom of his daughter's hospital room was no place for fucking. So, Harvey accepted that the blowjob was the furthest they could do, but that didn't mean he couldn't spice it up. Redoubling his efforts in the headstrong nurse's mouth, Harvey worked to tame the beauty, at least temporarily. When Eloa broke the kiss off to gasp in badly needed air, Harvey struck.

"Having trouble keeping up, my arrogant one? How about you get down there with your friend and see if your skills can match hers? Libby is quite skilled, so I doubt you can," Harvey goaded.

Gawd, I wish I had the time to break this one. It'd be even better to use Libby to do it. She seems pretty willing to do anything. I might need to set up a thank you dinner for all their help with Whitney.

"Oh, you think so? I suck the life out of men," Eloa shot back, accepting the challenge that the locally famous playboy threw her way. Then, pushing his legs wider apart, the brunette dropped to her knees next to her blonde friend, who reluctantly gave up her new toy. "It's my turn."

Harvey continued to caress Libby's cheek. "It's okay; you'll get another turn soon."

Hopping up with a happy face, Libby kissed Harvey. She then moved over to the door, gently cracking it open. Peering out into the room, she turned around while she closed it and gave a pleased nod, indicating that Whitney still slept.

Harvey chuckled at the nurse for remembering his initial order to them. Both Libby and Eloa took their jobs as nurses seriously. While they had stripped off their scrub tops, Harvey had told them that if Whitney woke, then he would need to stop. There hadn't been any complaints as the two nurses unsnapped their bras and sat on each of his knees for several rounds of kissing.

Now, as he leaned down to suckle at the blonde's medium-sized tit, Harvey watched Eloa go to work on his stiff member. If Libby performed fellatio in a slow, loving manner that matched her personality, Eloa did likewise with her demeanor. The fiercer of the two darted her extended tongue in quick strikes. She didn't worship his cock as her friend did; she attacked it, at times, almost jabbing it with her tongue. Also, unlike her friend, she didn't just focus on his crown; Eloa performed long licks up and down his shaft. Showing that she was the dirtier of the two, the brunette began to slather his balls exclusively.

Nudging Libby, Harvey nodded down to his manhood.

"It looks like your favorite part is free. How about a twosome treatment?" Harvey suggested. The blonde's eyes widened as she watched her friend bite those big balls. Almost in a hypnotic state, Libby nodded and lowered herself. Staring at Eloa's handiwork, the blonde automatically took the cockhead back into her mouth.

If there is anything better than a blowjob, it's a dual blowjob. Harvey mused, recalling his first-ever. He'd been a teenager, and the two college coeds had been interns at Diamond Corp. She never would admit it, but Harvey suspected that the future Faith Kupp had bragged about the size of his trouser snake to the two Ivy League students. Even the best and the brightest couldn't resist the temptation of a large cock.

Yes, Harvey Diamond had experienced many dual blowjobs in his life. College life had taught him that girls often enjoyed them just as much, if not more. Sure, they did it under the pretense of experimenting during their college years, but Harvey swiftly learned the real reasons. Some girls love them as it allows them to act slutty, but under the guise of the other girl being sluttier. But what most women found exciting was the competition. They loved to outshine another woman, especially to her face, while they kneeled next to each other.

Friends could be fun; best friends were even better. Rivals could lead to best out of three or even five competitions that turned into all-nighters. The kinkier side of Harvey found that cousins and sisters were the hottest. The moment they might cross tongues on his cock, and get caught up in the moment proved to be scorching. And encouraging the taboo swapping of his seed usually led to greater thrills afterward.

As the greatest hits played in his head, Harvey marveled at just how many crazy, over-the-top experiences he had with oral sex alone. The Calloway cousins in sophomore year of college were something. Sweet girls saving themselves for marriage, they proved that virgins could be sluts in other ways. Or the Newtons that last summer before the camp closed. They sure showed how close sisters could be if no one else knew. That cocksucking contest at the sorority was tiring but memorable. The ultimate might be Topaz and Tuesday Brass. They weren't my first mother and daughter duo, but Topaz was one of my top high school crushes. Shit, speaking of high school, the last dual blowjob I received was from Caterina and Shenai. Two nymphomaniacs, now that was a weekend for the ages.

The last memory both saddened and excited Harvey. It was enough to get him close to the edge. Shaking his memories, he lowered his gaze back down to the two nurses. Eloa winked up at him. She ran her tongue around his mushroom top. Harvey felt an even greater jerk of excitement as he realized that the mouth now sucking his left ball was Libby's. Fuck, I shouldn't have zoned out! The way her eyes lit up before, I'm fairly certain that she's never done this before.

"Turning your friend into a slut like you?" Harvey asked the brunette.

"I'm no man's slut," Eloa hissed back, although she went back to sucking his cock after her words.

"No? Libby, I'm about to cum. Where would you like it?" Harvey inquired, staring into Eloa's eyes.

"Hey, I did just as much if not more work," she snapped while the blonde nurse pulled back from his balls.

"How about you share?" Harvey suggested, getting an eager nod from Libby and a resigned scowl from Eloa. Then, using his hands, he guided their heads together, side-by-side.

Taking over, Harvey began to stroke his cock. While he'd had a fun time with Cordelia and Cheyenne separately the other night, he hadn't had much sex in the last few months. So he needed this release, and when he felt it approach, Harvey pointed his cock at the faces of the two nurses.

"Cuuuuummmmiiiiinnnnggggg!!!!!" he roared. Despite the incredible feeling, Harvey managed to maintain enough composure to blast several ropes of his seed at Libby's face, then Eloa's, before another round at Libby's.

With half-closed eyes, Harvey watched as Libby squealed at the feeling. I'd say that she's not a rookie with facials, but she's not a regular either. He watched as the brunette sighed from the feeling of his hot seed hitting her nose and cheeks. You talk a good game, Eloa, but you like slutting it up for a man.

Finished cumming, Harvey studied the artwork that he'd painted. Bringing his hands back up to their heads, he gently turned them to face each other and gave a nudge.

"Why don't you two friends help clean each other up."