El Rancho del Corazón
21 Song of Songs
FRIDAY NIGHT, we had our usual after work celebration. Mrs. Hamm and Rhiannon’s mom, Claudia Harris, grilled burgers for us and had gobs of potato salad and even deviled eggs. Once we were out of the showers and dressed in our usual evening attire, we hit the spread like locusts. Whitney and Sora showed up just in time for dinner. I had plans for each of them this weekend and greeted them with very warm kisses. Hot. Very hot kisses. We almost didn’t make it to dinner.
Tonight, though, I’d reserved for something very special. I talked to Rose about it and whispered to Hannah early in the morning one day. I was still really nervous, but I knew what I had to do. I just hoped I wouldn’t get killed.
“Hi. Seems like I haven’t been able to get a word with you for the past two weeks,” I said.
“You’ve been pretty busy. And it shows on the face of each one you touch.”
“You know I don’t get intimate with everyone,” I justified.
“Of course not! But just that you make special time to be with each one. You’ve always had a little something special with Lexi and Judy, but Theresa, Nancy, and Susan all glowed after you’d just spent time talking to them. Even Leonard told everyone about how you’d helped him talk to his mom.”
“But I haven’t really had an opportunity—I should say I haven’t made an opportunity, to spend quality time with you two,” I said.
“Brian, I really draw the line when it comes to a guy getting in my pants,” Josh laughed at me.
“That’s not…! Damn you. You sure make this all difficult,” I said, realizing Josh had just put one over on me. “I really want to spend some quality time with both of you. I was even thinking of taking all the guys to campus tomorrow and playing some hoops. And I’d like to spend some time with you, Cassie. But you two are obviously so much in love, I don’t want to do anything that would upset either of you. I’m just not sure where to draw the line.”
“Let’s make it easy on you, then,” Cassie said. She leaned over and kissed me. I glanced up at Josh as he grinned back at me. I let Cassie have the kiss she seemed to want. It was definitely a kiss with intent. “Here’s the rule,” she gasped when she finally let me go. “Josh’s penis and my vagina have an exclusive relationship. Someday, after college, when we get married, we might become more exclusive than that. Or maybe not. But surely you know that I often have a little help with him. Mary, Liz, Jennifer. Even Samantha on occasion. His penis doesn’t go in anyone else’s vagina. But it’s been handled.” I knew the girls had occasionally relieved Josh. It was only fair. He and I slept in a tent with thirteen beautiful, naked girls. It wouldn’t really be fair if he could only touch one of them. It didn’t bother me. Liz had a secret desire to sleep with every boy in the clan—at least in our generation. Mary had been close to Cassie ever since she joined our casa. Samantha had been the first of ‘my’ girls who helped Josh out last winter. And Jennifer… Well, I was pretty sure that Jennifer wouldn’t refuse to put her mouth on any cock or pussy in the casa—maybe the whole clan.
“Here’s the thing, Brian,” Josh picked up. “You and Cassie have been in love since sixth grade. I know there’s been ups and downs, but it’s always been there. You just haven’t been showing her you love her this summer. She’s feeling a little neglected.” Cassie blushed in the firelight. I caught a glimpse of Rose looking at us with a bit of a smirk on her face.
“I didn’t mean to neglect you, Cassie. I just didn’t want to create a problem. I want to show you that I love you as much as your rules will allow,” I said. She kissed me again. I lost track of time. I lost track of where other people were. I lost track of everything but Cassie’s body molding to mine. I was lost.
“Brian, what do you want?” Cassie whispered into my lips. “Anything but penetration. Just like it’s always been. What do you want?” I looked into her eyes and if her kiss hadn’t convinced me, the look of complete love and adoration in her eyes did.
“Cassie, I want to take you to bed now. I want to make love with you all night long and wake in the morning looking into your eyes. I want to show you with every part of my being how much I love you,” I said.
Her answer was another kiss—a kiss that went beyond promise and intent. This kiss, and the way her hands moved across my chest and caressed my jaw, was a kiss of foreplay. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the tent and directly into the left chamber. The large, three-room tent had a fluid sleeping arrangement. I always had the left chamber and there was a constant flow of girls in and out of it. Josh had the right chamber and I realized there were often different girls with him, though usually with Cassie, as well. Anyone who didn’t want to cuddle with either Josh or me slept in the middle and largest chamber. I knew for a fact that some nights no one was in that section of the tent. Tonight, though, I was pretty sure only Cassie and I would be in my part of the tent.
We didn’t rush it. We didn’t have that many clothes on. Cassie had adopted the standard uniform of a bikini after work and I wore only my cutoffs. There wasn’t much to take off. We lay on the air mattress and reacquainted each other with our bodies. Cassie had been the slowest in our group to develop physically, but had become one of the most beautiful women in our graduating class. She was smart and had overcome her shyness through speech and debate. She continued to lead our class as president in our senior year. It might have been the first time any class had elected the same person president for three years in a row. If she’d allowed herself to be nominated, I’m sure she would have been homecoming queen and prom queen.
“Those are popularity contests,” she’d said. “I don’t mind being elected president because that’s about leadership. I have places I want to take this class and not the least of them is to instill our values and commitment to do what is right.”
I traced her shape with my fingers, spreading them wide so I touched her breast and her side, her butt and her hip, inside and outside her thigh, in front and in back of her knee. I repeated the journey from her jaw to her foot on the other side. I tugged her bikini loose as I covered her nipple with my mouth and listened to the long, wavering sigh she emitted.
When we’d finally rid ourselves of the few clothes we were wearing, we returned to kissing and touching each other. I felt Cassie pull at my cock and drag it through the wetness between her legs. She rolled on top of me and flattened my cock between us. Then she began the slow but inevitable climb toward orgasm brought on by sliding her clitoris up and down the length of my weeping shaft. My tongue played tag with her nipples as she moved forward and back. My hands explored her buns and delved into her crease.
“Oh, Brian,” she whispered. “Oh, Brian, my love. How I love you.” She fell forward on my lips and we kissed in near desperation as she ground her pussy against me and we both exploded. She collapsed against me, hugging me fiercely. “My first love. My first love,” she whispered over and over.
“Is this what you were afraid of, sweetheart? Back when I kissed you in the woods, when we were children and you ran away. Were you afraid that this was where it would lead?” I whispered.
“Oh, no, Brian. This was where I hoped it would lead. Unbridled passion and lust. I was afraid… Afraid that you would have Josh’s place in my life. Of course, I didn’t know Josh back then. From what he’s told me and what I’ve heard from others, he was really a jerk and I would have hated him. But his place in my life as my mate. One day as my husband. I was afraid that I would want that with you. I was afraid that we would marry and live unhappily ever after. Even then, I knew in my heart that we could love each other, but we couldn’t live with each other. The Bible calls it unequally yoked.”
“Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? And what communion hath light with darkness?” I quoted. “You are right, of course. I could never have the simple faith that you and your family and Josh share.”
“Are you still trying to memorize the whole Bible?” she giggled. She moved around, sliding against me, lubricated with our mutual come. My softened cock began to stiffen again. Who thought I’d ever be making love and talking about the Bible?
“There are 31,102 verses in the Bible,” I said as I thrust up against her. “I memorize about five a week. That means it would take me 120 years to memorize the whole thing. Then, assuming that I could recite it without taking any breaks from ‘In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth’ to ‘The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen,’ it would take me a little over three and a half days, at the end of which you could burn my remains to ashes,” I laughed. That little slippery-slide caught the tip of my cock on her clitoris and we both gasped.
“I can’t believe you have all those statistics stored in your head. How long did it take you to figure all that out?” she laughed. Oh! Another catch.
“Be careful, there. We’re getting dangerously close,” I said. It would be so easy to forget the rules and slide into her. She moved off of me, acknowledging the danger.
“Touch me, Brian. Let me whisper my favorite verses to you.” I stroked down across her tender breasts and the slight curve of her stomach, feeling our combined fluids on her skin and even in the tuft of hair around her pussy. I found her clit and gently pressed against it. She caught her breath and pushed against me. “In. Your fingers can be in me.” I complied and felt her clutch them in her pussy as she pressed her lips against mine, her tongue flicking against my lips and retreating, her hips pressing against me in rhythm with my fingers. “Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth—For your love is better than wine. Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, your name is ointment poured forth; Therefore the virgins love you.”
She spasmed as she stroked my cock and licked my lips. And I poured forth again.
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