Working with Rayanne to make things convincing

Clean up after my time with Bea took a little longer than with others. I needed to wash up some and she needed to spend a little more time draining out. Once we emerged, everyone was in the middle of lunch.

Sandra intercepted me, letting Bea head to the table alone. Sandra kissed me on the cheek, then pulled me in for a longer, steamier kiss. “She got you, didn't she?”

“Got me?”

“She wanted to make you shout.”

“You knew what she wanted?”

“I knew,” she said. “But what matters most to me is what you want.”

“I want this,” I took Sandra's hands in mine, “to last.”

With a loving smile, Sandra squeezed my hands. Then after gazing into my eyes for a few moments, she let go and said, “Here's your lunch.” She handed me a few bags with food packed up to go. I looked at her questioningly, and she nodded her head to the couch. Rayanne was sitting, scrolling through her phone.

“I guess I'm having a picnic,” I said.

“You've got to make it look convincing, don't you?”

I froze. Sandra shouldn't know that.

“We talked,” she said, seeing my worried look. “She didn't want to drag you into this without talking to me.”

“OK then,” I sighed in relief. “And you're OK with it?”

Sandra laughed. “I trust you. And I can understand why you think it's a good idea. Now go... show off for whoever is watching.”

“OK, love.” I caught a glimpse of Bea moving tenderly into the kitchen. I loved the thought that I had cum in her ass and that she would be sitting funny and walking funny today because of me. However, I was obsessively annoyed with knowing one of my women might leave without a load in her womb. I just couldn't get past the need to have the whole set. An idea that had popped in my head earlier quickly reasserted itself. I didn't have a real plan for how to end the weekend. Does everyone just leave on Monday morning? That didn't seem right. I had vaguely planned to give new, closing instructions before everyone left, but... now I wanted more.

“What's on your mind?” Sandra asked, noting my far-off gaze.

“I need you to do something today. Talk to all the girls and find out when each of them needs to leave tomorrow – what time work starts, how long it takes to get there from here, if they need to run by home first. Get me a schedule of departure times, OK?”

“Sure, I can do that,” she nodded. “Now go!” She pushed me in Rayanne's direction.

I took the bag and walked over to Rayanne. “Ready?” I asked. She sighed without looking at me and stood up. Without comment, she followed me out the door.

We walked about 20 minutes to a park – a different one from where Sandra and I had picnicked the day before. I felt oddly uncomfortable taking someone else to “our” spot, as if Sandra and I had a real history and I owed her some sort of loyalty. Rayanne and I settled down on a blanket in a sunny area. There were very few people around, so I figured we might be able to see if someone was lingering too long. I let Rayanne know my thoughts on that and she replied, “That's... pretty smart. And considerate.”

The two of us lounged and ate. We swapped stories, mindful that we would need to be familiar with each other's history. There was no mention of our threesome with Crystal. Lunch felt like a simple date where two people were getting to know each other better. Rayanne even laughed and smiled in an unfeigned manner at times, as if she was genuinely enjoying herself. When I commented on that, she said, “It's nice being outside around the trees. I almost never spend a whole day indoors. This weekend has been stifling.” Noted. Rayanne liked to be outside. Liked trees. I was making a whole mental list of likes and quirks and important events and everything that I could potentially use to make our relationship convincing.

During one break in the conversation, Rayanne was sipping on a bottle of water and mentioned, “I think we've got an observer.” I **** myself to not look around right away. “To your left,” she said while looking to my right. “On the bench in the distance.”

I looked up at the sky, then down towards the left.

“It's just a guy walking his dog,” I noted.

“He's passed by 4 or 5 times since we got here. And now he's been sitting there for over 15 minutes. The dog is restless but he won't get up and let it play.”

“OK, OK. You might be right. Or you might be paranoid.”

“I'm the 'better safe than sorry' type,” she told me.

“Well in that case...” I tossed my cookie to the side and quickly crawled over to Rayanne.

“What are you-” she asked, startled. Her hands went up defensively. I reached out and started tickling her belly. She grabbed my hands but couldn't help but laugh. I loved her laugh. I loved the shine in her eyes. I tickled her until she was screaming in laughter for me to stop. Then I bent down and kissed her. Just before our lips touched, I paused. Rayanne looked up at me. In her eyes was not love and adoration but rather determination and resignation.

“We have to make it look good,” I said, then touched her lips with mine. Our kiss was tender and chaste. Just lips touching. Then parting. Then touching again, longer this time. Then parting. Then her hands on my cheek.

“You shaved,” she noted.

“For you,” I said.

“I don't mind scruff,” she mumbled.

“Kiss me again in a few days,” I joked. Then we kissed again, holding it longer and opening our lips. Tongues tentatively touching. Mouths closed again, lips apart.

Dog walker was up and moving, but still in sight. My hand went down her arm and ended at her fingers. Laying on our sides, facing each other, we held hands and stared the way lovers do.

“How long do you think we need to do this?” she asked.

“When do you turn 25?” I asked.

She giggled. “No, I mean this, right now. Staring like dummies.”

“Oh, that. Well, only until you kiss me again. Show him you're initiating contact, too.”

Rayanne smirked. “You're thinking about this a lot aren't you?”

“It's a fun challenge,” I said. “And there's a promise of reward at the end. I don't want to screw that up.” Seeing her face turn serious, I added, “Trust me, I'd much rather be doing this with you without the cloak and dagger drama. To just relax and be with you, hearing your laugh and getting lost in your eyes – that's the best afternoon I can imagine. But if playing the part is what it takes, then I'll do it.”

“But you have Sandra,” she said, staring at me.

“Yes, and Sandra has me. But there's a lot of love to go around, Rayanne. A lot.”

We reclined in silence for another minute. Then Rayanne sprung on top of me. I was ready for her to start tickling me back, but instead, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me up into a sitting position. Once our faces were close, she started kissing me again. No tenderness, just passion. We kissed briefly but intensely, ending when she let go of my shirt and backed up.

“He's out of sight now, walking behind that clump of trees,” she said while reaching for the flops she had earlier tossed aside. I took that as an indication that we were done, and together we packed up our stuff. I took the garbage to the nearest bin and Rayanne folded the blanket. Once we were on our way, Rayanne, looped her arm through mine and leaned close as we walked. She smiled broadly just in time for us to cross paths with the dog walker. He stopped short when we met him on the path, then made a wide berth around us, tugging his dog with him. It took all my self-control not to turn around and see if he was following us at a distance.

Back at the apartment, I noticed a few women taking naps while a movie played on the TV. Others were reading, some were chatting. Rachel and Angela seemed to be having a long conversation that involved some tears. I liked the look of the two of them together. Rayanne excused herself to go to the bathroom, but only after I had instructed her to meet me in the bedroom for some more conversation. She sighed and nodded.

Once we were alone behind locked doors, I said, “So I think this afternoon was good – we need to project appearances of intimacy whenever possible. But there's the other aspect we have to work on.”

“Which is...?”

“The bottom of the iceberg, remember? The closeness people see in us will only be convincing if it's part of something that goes much deeper than what they see. We have to have a real, genuine sense of intimacy when we're together, or else it will feel shallow and fake. Especially to your parents who know you.”

“Well, that's going to take time,” she stated. “We'll need to work on that over the months.”

“I don't think that's wise,” I replied. “If we were truly being watched today, it's just a matter of time before your parents spring a surprise visit, or do something to get to meet me.”

“Shit, you're right.”

“And when that happens, we have to be a convincing couple.”

“Yeah, but how can we fast track something like that?”

“I think you know,” I answered solemnly.

Rayanne tensed up and crossed her arms across her chest.

“It's inevitable, Rayanne. Best to just... get it out of the way. Like tearing off a bandage.” I was trying to sound sympathetic. Like my motivations were for her own good.

She groaned and looked away, closing her eyes.

“Did you think this wasn't going to happen?” I asked softly. “Did you think you could find a convincing beard without needing to sleep with him?”

“I... I don't know. I guess I... I had hoped that maybe...”

“It wouldn't have worked. And I think you know that. Deep down, you know what it'll take to be persuasive.”

She didn't respond, she just stared in silence off to her left.

“The first time will be the most awkward,” I said. “After that...”

Rayanne hung her head and wiped a tear from her cheek. I hated seeing her cry. “Fine,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Let's do it.”

Quietly, clinically, we took off our clothes. Rayanne got on the bed, and I immediately began kissing inside her thighs. She objected, “You don't need to-”

“If we're going to be doing this for the next 2 years,” I interrupted, “I'm absolutely going to be doing this.” I made slow, gentle love to her with my tongue. Rayanne was not highly responsive at first. At one point, I paused and looked up at her. Eyes closed, she seemed to be trying to get into it, at least. “I'm sorry I'm not as good as Crystal,” I said. Rayanne guided my face back in between her legs.

“Crystal was OK,” she told me. “With her I was just really... it had been too long. Plus, watching you... seeing you do things to her was exciting.”

“You're not disgusted by me?” I asked.

“No,” she exhaled. “You're... you're not bad. And you seem nice. I just... I don't know you very well.”

“We have time to change that,” I said, resuming my work. I took as much time as I needed to finally get her excited. It may have been almost thirty minutes.

“I'm getting close,” she whimpered. “Don't stop. Please don't stop. Like that. Keep going.” She was mostly calm and quiet, but her thighs tensing and twitching told me that she wasn't faking. I took the risk of moving a finger to her entrance. Touching gently, I waited until she opened her legs a little wider and whispered, “Go ahead.” With one finger, I probed softly just inside her entrance. Rayanne's breathing quickened and her hips started pushing towards me. With my lips, I lightly surrounded her clit and sucked just a bit. It was enough to push her into her release. “mmmmmmMMMHPH!” she moaned. It was barely noticeable beyond the bed, but it was clear to both of us that she had cum. Quietly she twitched, head jerking forward, thighs clenching around me. Then she relaxed and emitted a long sigh.

I waited in place for a couple minutes. Occasionally licking along her lips until she pushed my face away. “That was good,” she told me, resting her hands on her belly. I inched forward, getting myself on top of her. Rayanne reluctantly spread her legs and reached down to guide my cock into her entrance. Without preamble, I started pushing in. She was still wet from her orgasm, and though pleasantly tight, it was easy enough to enter her. She grunted once I had reached full depth, but she did not complain.

“I'm pretty close,” I warned her. “We can take it slow another time, but this time might be quick.”

“It's fine,” she said softly, looking to the side. “You already got me there once. That's a good start.”

With slow, controlled thrusts, I pushed up inside her, watching her body move with mine. I was indeed close. But I wanted a little more than a few pumps. “Look at me, Rayanne.” I instructed. She turned her head and we locked eyes. “You have to be in this moment with me,” I told her. “No looking away and tuning out. If we're going to portray intimacy, you have to watch me make love to you. You have to see my face as I strain to get deeper inside you." I followed that statement with a slow push as deep as I could get, then held still. "You have to know what it looks like when I cum inside you.”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” she objected, wiggling her hips and trying to push me away. I held her firmly in place and began moving again. “That is not part of the plan. I am not safe and I do not need to take that chance.”

“Really?” I asked, then **** her to kiss me.

“Really,” she insisted.

“Well, I think you should reconsider. Because-”

“This is a bad idea,” she said, trying again to push me away.

“Listen to me,” I said. She stopped struggling and looked at me. “People will know. People will be able to tell if you have kept your distance. If you are refusing me. You can always tell, can't you, when a couple is struggling? When a marriage is breaking up? When the intimacy has died? Your parents will be able to see if we have the kind of relationship where you're only half-committed, keeping me at arms length. Or if you have really given yourself to me.”

I don't know if it was the truth of my words or if she was just giving in to the inevitable, but Rayanne stopped struggling and didn't object. So I continued, my thrusts speeding up and my breath getting heavy. “And Rayanne, think about this. What's more intimate than sitting next to me, talking to your parents, knowing that you have repeatedly carried my seed inside you? Once you've done that, there are no barriers between us, nothing but pure trust and love. They'll see that in your body language. They'll know. They see from how we interact, how you let yourself be close to me that there's nothing between us.”

“But I might get pregnant,” she weakly objected.

“And what will that show,” I asked, “except that, without doubt, you have given yourself fully to me? You have not only taken my seed, but you've let it do its work. It will remove all doubt in their minds. It will guarantee success. Won't they want to make sure their baby's baby is provided for?”

I was on the very edge now. Talking about babies was too exciting for me. Rayanne's body was rocking in time with my thrusts, and the bed was starting to shake with the **** of my race to completion. Rayanne closed her eyes and groaned.

“Look at me,” I gasped. She opened her eyes. Those deep blue pools that I adored. “Oh God!” I choked. “I'm cumming!” I froze, fully encased in her chamber. For two whole seconds nothing. Then I began to pulse inside her. I clenched my eyes shut, then tried to open them to see her beautiful face. She was staring at me, as instructed. “You're taking me,” I rasped. “You're taking it all.” Spray after spray entered her and Rayanne received it. The final intimacy. The last barrier between us broken. I filled her, marked her, made her mine. My spasms slowed and then stopped. I took a deep breath and lowered my body to rest on her slight frame. I kissed her, and she did not resist. I pushed deep one more time, just to make sure I was empty and she was full.

“I can't believe we did that,” she lamented softly.

“It'll be worth it,” I assured her. “This is what it'll take to convince them.”

“I hope you're right,” she said, absentmindedly rubbing my back.

I rolled to the side after another minute, not wishing to squish her under my weight. Rayanne got up immediately and went to clean up. She dressed and left the room before I even got out of the bed. It was mid-afternoon and I had two women left for the weekend – Inez and Sandra. One would be after dinner, and the other would share my bed that night.