An all american tradition

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Okay guys. That was quite a race. This chapter is for last week that I missed. I wanted to post yesterday, but I didn't have the mental energy to edit it. I added two scenes in the post-editing today and included the two pictures. Tomorrow, the chapter for the Ko-Fi readers will be up for last week. Michelle gets doggy gear and a threesome with a side character.

Annie the Duck as the cute sales girl

I decided to introduce new girls sometimes before I decide if I put them in the big story. A good venting mechanism for my compulsion to give every cute girl a place in the story.

And hey. So far the race between Belle Delphine

and Juniper Ren

As the new girl in Finn and Tammy's Life is still open. Just one vote from a real loyal fan. Some of the polls are quite close and with this you can make your vote count in a much smaller field. And if you still loose, with the fee you gave me, you can ask for a special chapter if you really want something for me to write down. :) I would be glad to be able to write for you.

The day after that, the next chapter will be up, which I've already written and just need to polish and edit. And then another chapter, Skittle Games, since, as I said, I'm not quite finished with it yet. All in all, it was a lot of work, but I somehow managed to put a little work into the chapter every day. I just had to divide up the things I wanted to accomplish so that everything had its due place and space. I hope you like it and have a good start to the new week.

Now, please enjoy, because last week I fumbled it...

Chapter 82

“Here you are, finally.” It's like a cold breath of evil blows around us as we step into Ryan's small one-room NY apartment. The poisonous words could come from Sage, but actually come from the corner of the room that Sofia commandeers. The two actually got as far apart from each other as possible, one in the area around the bedside, one in the kitchenette at the other end of the apartment. Ryan and I exchange meaningful glances.

“You know how it is,” he jokes and puts the chairs in the middle of the room. “The men work, the women…” The girls don’t move, even though everything is ready around the plush white carpet in the middle of the room. “Well…” He looks at me.

“The women are trying their best not to kill each other,” I say, sounding understanding as I move towards Ryan. Together we prepare the area in the middle of the room where we always stay when we are together. There is an old television on an old table at the wall. Two old bean bags and the chairs form a circle around the round carpet. Our presence forces the two girls to join us.

“What doesn’t come can still happen,” Sage murmurs and doesn’t move.

“Pfft.” Sofia rolls her eyes and moves, but further away from the action. “I’m picking up the candy,” she says in a biting voice.

“Bring beer,” Sage says.

“You’d probably like that!” Sofia hisses. “Can you just endure us with **** or…”

“It’s okay,” Ryan interrupts, nodding his head at me. I obey my best friend and join Sofia in the small kitchenette. While Ryan uses gentle **** on Sage to **** her to fall into a bean bag, I join Sofia in the kitchen and fill potato chips, Coke and Skittles into bowls and glasses that are waiting.

“I can do this myself,” Sofia grunts angrily without looking at me, her hands fast and precise but so fucking angry. I rarely see her that way but I know why she goes through what she goes through.

“I know,” I say quietly so only she can hear me. “But you don’t have to.” I give her an encouraging smile and she returns it, albeit a little ****. Two things are certain for me. I need to know what happened between the two of them, make sure I understand their standings on their brains melting together. And I have to make sure that they don't see their path as **** and something bad.

I need to bring the two of them closer together.

Well. As best as it can be. On her beanbag, Sage looks like she's curling up like a porcupine. And sitting in her chair, as far away from Sage as possible, Sofia looks like she's afraid the floor is lava with her feet pulled up. Together, it almost looks funny if the two of them weren't so tense.

“Okay,” I say and take the floor. I'm already used to it and I also want to achieve my goals without having to explain to the three people present that I activated them with the MCD. That would come as too much of a surprise. Fuck. Sage would kill me straight ahead. All three, the girls more than Ryan, should first feel comfortable in their roles. That's why I play dumb and try to warm the group up a bit. "Can someone explain to me why we’re reenacting the Cold War?” Sage opens her mouth to breathe fire. “Without it getting hot!” I interrupt with mock sternness and raise my arms. “This should be a nice evening and not a nuclear holocaust.” Sage and Sofia look at each other doggedly, but it's Ryan who speaks up.

“This is not the first meeting we have had,” he explains. “The two of them already were here once and, well, how should I put it…”

“It’s okay,” Sofia says and turns to me. Surprisingly, she doesn't breathe fire but looks at me good-naturedly. “We just have a few differences of opinion, that’s all.”

“I wouldn’t say it like that,” Sage suddenly intervenes. With the same niceness in her voice. I concentrate. Not at what Sage says, but at her eyes. Her dark, deep eyes from which I can read more than she might suspect.

"We're just too different. That's all. Some people don't get along. But it's not your fault."

“Or Ryan’s,” Sofia adds and it almost seems as if the two girls are in harmony with each other. "He tried to bring us closer together but Sage is right. Some people just don't fit. She's very dominant but also insecure." She's right. That's how I rate Sage after the short time I've known her. Nevertheless, of course, the mood changes.

"And Sofia is too nice. That just gives you diabetes. It's disgusting and..."

"You're disgusting! With your slurs and your grumpy looks and..."

And I understand. I understand perfectly. It's not that the two of them aren't compatible. Sage is strong enough to overcome their differences. And Sofia is patient enough to do so.

It's the shifts in their feelings. The sudden fluctuations when one of them takes the lead over the other. Suddenly, Sage is soft and **** when Sofia takes over her mind and instincts. Then she wants to retaliate, and Sofia gets scared when she suddenly becomes tough and dominant. That must be very frightening for both of them, and of course, they try to bridge the gap with insecurity and anger.

But even though I understand, it's Ryan who takes the lead, and I'm sorry to see how easily he and I can switch and complement each other in our roles while the girls have such difficulty with it. But we're logical men. As much as I envy women for their ability to feel and perceive everything at once, here, someone needs to tackle one problem at a time. And right now it's Ryan who raises his hands in a calming gesture.

"We had an interesting evening, I'll admit that." He gives me a sly look. "They were actually supposed to come over to your place, you know that."

"That's not true!" Sage shrieks as Sofia buries her face in her hands.

"Then why did you keep talking about him?" His voice rises in eagerness to solve the problem. "Uh, i's been like that ever since I've known him. Oh, it's so annoying when he comes up in a discussion. Ah, Finn's just so open with me." He chuckles while Sage seems to be contemplating shoving a fistful of Skittles down his throat to shut him up. While I clench my legs together, a reflexive curse, Ryan doesn't seem to care. "Don't worry about it," he says calmly, shrugging his shoulders. "They both hate it, yes. But they're still going to stay here."

"And why?" I ask, reminding myself that I'm actually the one pulling all the strings here.

"It's quite simple." He leans back in his old chair and grabs a handful of potato chips. "Because the last time we were together, all they did was argue and fight. It's your fault. No, it's your fault. If Finn were here now, he'd tell you... Well, this is different. Because now you're here." He looks at me, chewing his chips with relish. "And I have an idea how we can finally get those two hyenas to stop being bloodthirsty. Either it works..."

"Or we end up savaged on the ground like a dead zebra," I finish my best friend's sentence. He has that fire in his eyes that I always see when he's hatching some impossible plan with me.

"What do you think of the chances?" I grin at him.

"No matter what the chances are." I open a pack of Skittles and know what Ryan's up to. "I'm in." After all, we're best friends.

"That is fucking stupid," Sage growls, but sits down cross-legged next to me, closer to Sofia than she's ever been.

Together we sit in a circle on the soft carpet. Before, this would have hurt my back in time, I was so out of shape. Now, I barely feel it, neither the hard floor of Ryan's apartment nor the strain on my muscles. Being strong and healthy is really cool.

"No," Ryan grins. "That's just Skittles." He shrugs and looks at the bowl covered with a small kitchen towel. None of us can see the contents, the colors. "The rules are simple."

“If you pull a red Skittle, it means Dare. Purple is Truth. Orange is Kiss Marry Kill. Green means you have to answer Would You Rather, and yellow means you have to tell us a secret.”

“I don’t like this either,” Sofia admits quietly, pulling herself even further into her hoodie.

“But that’s the point,” I explain, grinning at Ryan. “We’re a group of friends. Okay, Ryan and I have known each other for a long time. And okay, you want her to be dead rather than alive.”

“I don’t want to see her dead,” Sofia says, shocked, and starts to add something, but I’m faster.

“See? That’s something good!” And Sofia smiles. Just a little, a reminder of what it’s like to be happy. But at least she’s smiling. “That’s a start, and surely a secret you’d have to tell us if you’d pulled a yellow Skittle. Here. Let me start, okay?”

“No way!” Ryan interjects, slapping my hand away. “That jerk just wants to eat Skittles.” I flip him the bird and smile as Ryan reaches into the bowl and pulls out a Skittle. “This brings us together, I swear,” he says, not to the uncertain Sofia, but to Sage. She just looks at him doubtfully, but Ryan ignores her as he turns to me and shows me the red Skittle.

“That means Truth,” I moan. “I hate those.”

“Because your life is full of embarrassing things,” he grins. “And that’s your task. Tell us about the most embarrassing experience you’ve had this year.”

“Oh, fuck,” I moan and bury my face in my hands, actually wondering what to say. Ryan’s right. I’ve had a lot of embarrassing experiences. But I don’t care anymore. Instead, I think about what I can say to ease the group into it. “Okay. Fuck.” Then I look at the girls. “So, this is maybe a little embarrassing. And probably gross, too.”

“That just makes it better,” Ryan grins wildly and waits.

“Well… you know those cheap, really spicy chicken wings you can make at home?” The group nods. “Until recently, I used to go out alone a lot at night,” I say.

“Same,” Sage nods and presents one of those smiles you know she doesn't want to show but in reality almost dies to show of.

And there’s the connection.

"Right. Anyway, I ate a whole bag of those things for dinner, alone like I often did. Cheap, spicy, and greasy. Mmmh. Delicious." I rub my stomach. "Anyway, I was out at night in the park, thinking and reconsidering my life choices. Well, at the same time, my stomach was also reconsidering its choices and, unlike me, decided it wasn't going to swallow that crap anymore."

"What?" Sofia asks, not understanding.

"Diarrhea," I say tonelessly, but with a slight grin. "Tough, severe, explosive diarrhea."

"Ugh," Sage says.

"Eww!" Sofia shrieks. Ryan laughs.

"I just barely managed to duck behind a hedge that ran along the side of the path. It was high enough that once I squatted down, no one could see me. It was awful. It was loud. And I was just as loud. You know how it is. Groaning, panting, cursing."

"God, stop it," Sage laughs, maybe a little ****, but definitely more freely than before.

"Anyway, when I was done, I wiped my butt and stood up... and looked right into the face of a passerby who certainly wasn't expecting something like that at such a late hour."

And Sofia starts giggling.

"Shit, that was so embarrassing. You can't believe it."

"And what did you do then?" Ryan asks, who already knows the story. "Back then, the whole thing was embarrassing for me." Today I'm so self-confident, achieved so many victories, that my embarrassment serves as a healthy way to entertain my friends.

"What could I possibly do?" I ask in a high-pitched voice, playing the part of the entertainer, totally obviously feigning embarrassment, and delivering the punchline for the joke that's based on me and that I still dare to tell. "I pretended to be completely drunk and grinned apologetically at the poor woman."

And Sage burst into peals of laughter.

And Sofia giggles even more wildly.

"I don't think that woman will ever go out alone at night again," I confess in a sober voice. But my voice is deceiving. Because I'm proud of what I've achieved. And Ryan feels the same way.

"That's so disgusting," Sofia laughs.

“What a great start to the evening,” Sage laughs, and she really means it, even though her words are meant to sound hurtful.

“Finn knows how to kick off the evening with a bang,” Ryan says. Then he looks at the girls. “So. Who’s next?” And the hesitation doesn’t last long.

“Well, fuck it,” Sage says, leaning forward.

“Okay,” Sage smirks. Like a devil. It took a while to get to this point. About half an hour of different colored Skittles. But finally, we've reached the point where Ryan and I exchange a quick glance. Then it's Ryan's turn to answer Sage's “mean” question. “Would you rather have an itchy dick whenever you're hot…?”

“Sage!” But Sofia's exclamation, which just a few minutes ago had prompted an exchange of intercontinental ballistic missiles, is now accompanied only by a slight flush on her cheeks. Ryan and I are right on track, escalating the questions one by one, only a bit at once, so that the two of them are eased in a sense of comeradery they were sure wouldn't exist. First, they bonded over my gross diarrhea story, then they laughed at Ryan's secret that his favorite color is shady pink, than we bondet over Sofia's most recent, most embarricing selfie...

Which is actually quite cute.

Scratch that, I had thought when, under hysterical giggling of hers, I saw what she deemed embarrassing. Shit she's really cute... Like... Finn, are you falling for her?

At that moment, I was sure I did the right thing that evening. And while Sage of all people assured her that 'this is shit in comparison to my pics', I took my time, looked at her picture, she smiled and the quirky attitude, and then back at the shy girl who always hides her face behind the big sleeves of her shirt, and yes. I was sure.

From this moment on, I want to be with you. Sofia.

And so it should be, I knew and smiled at her, laughed with her and beamed at Sage, who, finally, warmed up to the situation. We were free. Free from concerned, fear or the obligation of courting them. Just friends who shared this All-American tradition. One awkward interaction after the other, Sofia crawled in my heart, nestled herself into it and with that, or maybe even on her own, Sage came along. Sage, with her ice-cold, grumpy behavior. And Sage with the slightly crumpled face that shows off wrinkles of laughter from a former life I want to bring back to her face again and again..

It's new for me as well, still. To see beautiful young women, see their quirks and behaviors, analyze them... Only to still fall for them. I fell for Sofia's smile and her gentle soul. And I fell for Sage's laugh and her strong spirit.

I thought that together they could be so much more. I was wrong.

They're enough as they are. They're perfect as they are.

And I'm lucky if they deem me enough for them.

It's about giving them something because the're so good to me.

My chuckle perplexed them of course. Because I know things they don't. For now. I know how lucky I am for them to be in my life. As friends alone. And I know I will make them happy. Because strong Sage and soft Sofia deserve it.

“Or!” Sage exclaims, pulling me back into here and now, wanting to be the center of attention again as she rightfully deserves. We're all happy for her. “Or would you rather have a neon sign on your forehead, showing to the world, whenever you're horny?”

I don't think Sage is trying to achieve anything specific with that, but over time we grew closer and closer as a group. We enjoyed the easy exchange of questions, and it even led to Sofia giggling more often than pouting.

"Hmm," Ryan muses, surely just as pleased by Sage's question. After all, it means the cautious, angry girl feels safe with us. "I mean, if I had a sign on my head, dating wouldn't be so hard anymore, right? I think I'd rather live with the advertisement on my head than with an itchy schlong," he finally says.

"Schlong?" Sofia giggles wildly. "What kind of word is that? Schlong? Schlong!" She bursts out laughing, and Ryan scratches his head helplessly.

"What would you call it then Sofia?" I ask good-naturedly. But of course, I have a plan to bring the two of them closer together. It's like a rush to see them both so happy. If I can get Sofia to say "dick" or "cock"... Shit Finn, you're fallen for her... And fuck, now you're freaking horny for her.

"Never mind," she says softly, her cheeks flushed. But she doesn't collapse or run away. "What kind of question is that?" But Sage doesn't freak out either.

"Just imagine your nipples were constantly itching," Sage explains. "And it's probably even worse for guys."

"That's right," I say. "But, well, at least we can scratch when it itches."

"Should it even itch?" Sage asks with a fire in her eyes.

"Well, sometimes it does," I defend myself witha flushed face. "If you wash it or not." Okay, that sounded defensive.

"We can scratch too if we want," says Sofia and only after she sees that Ryan and I have images in our head, she realizes what she has done. "Nothing dirty you boys" she laighs. "In a secluded corner. It fast too if we want."

"And naughty," Sage giggles. "Especially if we do it in front of you guys. Not just men are always horny." Ryan and I share a look.

Mission accomplished, buddy.

Indeed.

"Are you always horny?" Sofia counters, then puts her hands up to her mouth. "I mean..." But Ryan just shrugs.

"Not constantly. But often enough."

"Whose turn is it now?" Sofia isn't ready yet. It's one after the other, and Sage is on my right. It's my turn now, and I reach into the bowl.

"This is a Dare Skittle, Sage," I say conspiratorially as she rolls her eyes.

"Listen, Finn," she says as if she's talking to a schoolboy. "You're cute, I get it. But if you think I would..." But I raise my hands.

“Not everything here has to be perverse, Sage,” I say, and now I’m the one grinning devilishly. “I have something much worse planned for you.”

“Ooh-oh,” Ryan laughs, and Sofia looks on curiously. Sage pouts.

“Everyone say ‘Cheeeese!’”

“Cheeeese!” It’s really mean what I’m doing, but I could do a lot more with Sage’s phone than just post a happy group picture on her social media. Her phone is almost even more pathetic and broken than mine was before the MCD. She definitely doesn’t have much money. But now she has a picture of me and Ryan. And between us, cheek to cheek, is Sofia. Sage can be seen somewhere in the background, pouting like a schoolgirl, while Sofia has a healthy flush on her cheeks. She’s even pulled her hood off and warmed up socially as she looks into the camera of Sage’s broken phone.

“This is ruining my reputation,” she pouts, but can’t hide the warm feeling of being teased by a group of friends. Even if there’s one girl among them whose spirit she’s practically melting into.

“Now it’s my turn.” Sofia claps her hands excitedly and looks around the room. She reaches into the bowl. “What does red mean again?”

“It’s a dare,” I explain, immediately regretting it.

“Then it’s a dare for you, Finn.” I nod.

“Shoot.” And the question comes right away.

“How many crushes have you had this year so far?” My eyebrows shoot up, but Ryan looks at Sofia understandingly.

“As I said,” he explains. “They both wanted to know some things about you the last time we were together.”

“And Ryan wouldn’t open his mouth,” says Sage, her posture shifting from closed off to open. Now she leans forward half an inch and fixes her eyes on me. Just like Sofia does.

Wait... The MCd told me that they would seek me out. But this...

My heart begins to flutter. I could think about that my other girls would think of me but more so I know what they would do to me when I don't be the men that they love. And so, rather peculiarly, I like getting nervous about the possibility that there might be more than just 'friendly' intentions of these two stunning young women before me.

"You have to answer," Sage says eagerly. But she can't manage to shake the curiosity from her voice. I look at Ryan.

How do two completely different girls behave when their minds blur together? Sofia comes from a relatively wealthy family, protected, cared for and loved. Sage… probably not. We don't know much about Sage. What I do know is that the MCD ensures that they contact me with questions about their condition. The fact that they included Ryan is fine with me. I've had a lot to do the last few days and it's okay with me that I got a little jealous. Ryan is a good friend. But he also gives me a look that says, 'Don't screw this up, Lynchwood.'

But I don't plan to do that.

Rose loves me. Lisa too. And things can soon start getting intimate with Bella. Anyway, I often think about what it was like to have her on my lap and make her mooo.

And I think about what it's like to have sex with Sage and Sofia. Pumping my schlong into her and watching the two of them kiss. I think about it often.

My life is now focused on this type of relationship. Hyper love and massive amounts of sex. And I love it. Rose is there, my whole family is behind me, my love Lisa and soon Bella too. And in the end, Sage and Sofia will also be lying next to me. I don't feel like a conqueror, even though it feels good to 'conquer' a woman. Here, with the two confused girls that we, Ryan and me, have finally gotten to relax a bit, I'm not playing any mind games here in this game of skittles.

"How many crushes I've had, do you want to know?" I ask and see how Sofia breathes faster. She's not as cold as Sage, who also gets big eyes when she hears how confidently I talk about such a sensitive topic. As for the two of them, they know that I only got together with Lisa a few days ago. It would certainly be crazy to assume anyone other than this, for me, perfect young woman would be in my head.

And yet you want to know, Sofia . And you too Sage. Is it just out of curiosity about your path... or...

“Three,” I say matter-of-factly and am a little surprised at the reaction. Not Sage and Sofia. Who, it looks like, under the guidance of Sofia’s brain, started giggling. Sage quickly pulls herself together when she realizes that she's still acting so disgustingly girly. Ryan, on the other hand, leans back and looks… proud? After all, he is my wingman.

And he knows my past.

"Three? Wow," Sofia says as she stops giggling. And the shift from hysterical giggling to slightly nervous, **** casual asking who it is shows me everything I need to know.

She shares a mind with Sage. So I can't really say if it's her, Sage, or maybe even both. Maybe they don't even know exactly who it is themselves.

But at least one of you wants to know if your name is among them.

I feel really. Fucking. Good.

“Unfortunately, that’s not part of the Dare,” I say apologetically with a glint in my eyes. Oh yeah. I'm the big, strong, mysterious guy you want to date. “But I can reveal one thing.” Ryan snorts, knowing full well that everything I say now only serves to drive the girls further. He knows me. And boys are boys. “I differentiate between fixations, crushes and lovers.” I grin. “And a crush in my life can quickly go from three to... say... five?”

“Aha” makes Sofia spellbound.

“And…” Ryan interrupts Sage.

“My turn” And…

Ryan Shaft. +2 (PS -38)

It seems like Ryan is even helping me by forbidding the girls from talking. He grabs a Skittle and looks from one to the other. Its like nothing has happened.

And it's true. We're just four friends who play a good, maybe a bit naughty, but definitely healthy round of skittles.

But something has happened. Something small.

Sage looks at Sofia. And smiled. And vice versa too. The two of them relax, laugh and share things with the group. SoSofia fia has lost her anxiousness, Sage her defensiveness. Ryan and I bask in the glory of guiding two young things...

And that's the big one.

Because when Ryan grabs the skittle to, surely, embarrass one of us...

Sage looks at me, deeply. And Sofia is okay with it. The ice queen smiles at me warmly, trusting, and we share a connection between us.

And then I do the same with Sofia. And Sage is okay with it. I grin at her and she gives me this honorable look of a girl who trusts me.

The two of them are there completely. I'm okay with Sofia, after our shared moment, brush her hair back and nestle a bit towards Ryan. I know how confused she is and I know how safe we can feel around Ryan. No hard feelings for him being close to my crush. Wired, maybe, but he is my wingman and I know he, after what he told the group about the girls, wouldn't betray their trust in him and their friendship. So I let Sofia nestle against my best friend. And I let Sage's face getting dark at the sight.

I know how they feel. And I can help. That is important. And for that, the possibility of caring for them, I'm thankful for Ryan.

I lean back, observe the situation and smile because soon, big things will happen.

Message from the author:

Okay, first things first. Thank you for your patience. It was a tough fight, but I'm finally satisfied with my work. It took until the very last second, but focusing on different things in this and the following two chapters makes it much easier for me. I think that was the right decision to avoid settling for a mediocre score with this one.

Second thing. The title is a nod to the 82nd Airborne Division of the US Army. All American.

My favorite division in the US Army, if I may say so. The 101st gets too much media attention, but hey, after recent events, the 160th SOAR is on its way to the top. Nightstalkers. Another chapter in this story. ;) Enough of that.

What do you think of Sage and Sofia's selfies? I don't find them nearly as embarrassing as I made them out to be. Some might see me (us) as degenerate cavemen because we like smut, but as far as I'm concerned, no matter how hard I try, I can't write about Sofia, and now Sage too, without thinking something positive and looking at their smiles instead at their bodies. I think with this chapter, they've both found a permanent place in my small, lonely writer's heart. If you ask me, it beats more for Sofia. Thumbs up for her. Like in the picture. ;) But seriously, since I've already talked about Venezuela, Jenna Ortega has already been seen wearing a "the future is female" shirt. I'm too old to get angry about that. She's just doing what she must to survive in Hollywood I guess, attacking the mayor part of her fanbase. She seems pretty lost in her private life at the moment, if you ask me. Emma Myers is doing it better. Minimal social media, no sex goddess shit that just comes across as slutty, and no overly harsh political statements. Shit, I hope it stays that way. These two are a perfect example of what happens to two women of the same age when politics and sex get mixed up. I actually prefer the lack of that. Actors should, in my opinion, be a vessel for the viewer anyway. I have to be careful with my mentions of politics and so on in this regard as well, I know. :) So Emma does it all better than I, and for that, and many other things, I respect her. I'm sure I can give her a nice place by Finn's side, and, shit, what I have planned for her and Sage might end up breaking my heart. We'll see.

Anyone who's still here after all that can head over to Ko-fi and help me with the poll with Tammy's friend. And let's see what becomes of Annie the Duck after I introduce her in the next special chapter. Anyway, since Ko-fi, of course, because we're all dirty bastards and not girls on social media, has banned spicy pictures, I've decided to publish teaser chapters with pictures and, if I manage, short excerpts from the chapters. That way you have everything I can offer you for your enjoyment on Ko-Fi.

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