Charley's New Home

"Not today. Her application is running into some bureaucracy." He lied with a straight face. She actually had a student visa that would expire one semester after she stopped going to school. She also rightly believed, she'd be slain if she returned to her family (and if she got back to Kenya, her family would get her returned sooner or later). She had been given loads of documents to sign including one that stated she had no right to claim refugee status based on genital mutilation or the threat of it happening.

"That sucks, how are you helping her?" He knew Rom was going to help her.

"I have always perceived promises seriously."

"What are you planning? Anything you need help on? Anything I might want to talk you out of?"

"In reverse order. No! I'll need you parts of several days, during the evening and got a tux that you can wear?"

He thought Rom might be getting married but he was going to have a little fun at his expense, "Well, first why me when you have a hottie like Nyota? Second as long as don't wear me out too much, I've got to keep enough of the white stuff to keep Charley from torching things? Third," he placed his hand in Rom's knee, looked into his eyes and said, "all depends on whether Charley will permit me. We've not yet defined our relationship, but if you want to try me, I'm willing to experiment."

Rom stared at Dexter in disbelief, "Are you fucking with me?"

"Only if you want me to or only if you want me to and Charley permits depending on how you mean."

Rom patted Dexter's hand and said, "Always fun to have a friend who loves me."

Dexter withdrew his hand. To keep it there would push the joke too far.

"But that's what I really want to know. Were you fucking with me when you were suggesting Charley is a firebug?"

"She grew out of that, but she is hot, a horror novel fan and has the same name as real firestarter from the movies. Drew Barrymore played her. Zero sex appeal in movies she did around then, but fuck! The shit she did around her playboy spread and after, that's a 180 on that sex appeal."

"Disjointed and weird thoughts... they've got special happy pills for that."

"What, you're a hot guy... finding you attractive is not weird. NOT finding a grade schooler hot in a sexual way is not weird. If Drew Barrymore as an adult isn't one of the top ten most lusted after Hollywood actresses, presently, I'd love to know who they polled."

"If this is you, sober, remind me not to get you drunk." Rom laughed, shook his head and took one step back to his room when Nyota emerged from that room.

"Who's turn to make dinner?" She asked.

"We don't cook, we all have 7-day meal plans."

"I suppose that's cost effective if you can't cook," Nyota was surprised. "but I like cooking."

"I like eating home cooking." Dexter said with a voice that would have been accompanied with a wagging tail if he was a 4-legged son-of-a-bitch.

Nyota took inventory of the kitchen and found all the cooking containers were one not-yet-used metal cookie sheet, few pyrex skillets, corel baking dishes... washed in the automatic dishwasher after their last use but almost never used. When Nyota saw how few groceries there were, even basic spices (like salt, pepper) were all but absent, she compiled a list inside her aching skull. Rom stayed close by and when she made a passing bitching remark at her aching head, Rom dug out four bottles of drug-store brand medications: aspirin, tylenol, motrin and aleve. She picked aspirin and he broke the foil and dished out two pills, which she took.

Rom and Nyota were gone for a little over two hours, returning with more groceries than really needed. Some of these were things bought once in a while like mayo, dressing, peanut butter, jelly, etc. She left a large hunk of lamb out and sliced it into parts., using 1 part for the meal tonight and freezing the rest. She was organized and cooked more by sight and smell of the ingredients cooking than anything else. She had been cooking/helping to cook for the last 18 of her 20.5 years.

Nyota enjoyed cooking the two men there enjoyed the scent and how cute she looked in short shorts and cooking apron. The scents and noise woke Charley up. She stumbled out in the nude. She asked, "What so edible out here besides you three?"

"Dinner", the men replied in unison.

"I'll get dressed and help out."

Before Charley could walk back in, Dexter called out, "You don't have to, you look great as you are."

She flipped off Dexter and walked back into their room and rooted through the clutter for her bags of clean clothes. Dexter went to her and said, "I didn't realize those words could have hurt. All I intended to, in yet one more way, say you have a gorgeous body. Please help me learn from my mistake."

"Later, I'm pissed at you," her lips began to form an 'm' sound but decided, "presently." was much better to say than momentarily in context. "Ask me when I calm down."

The four ate dinner together, Charley helped clean up until she dropped several plates, one at a time over the course of a minute (shattering one, but the others survived unscathed into the dishwasher). This got her sent off to bed. Dexter helped her with nighttime routine (mostly, reminding her of what she had done and had remaining to do).

Dexter turned down Nyota's and Rom's invitation to join in a threesome, but said, "Ask me again after I can ask Charley's permission. She might want to make it a foursome."

Nyota said, "I'm not a fan of loving my fellow woman like that?"

"I'll be sure to tell her, then remind her."

"W-w-w-why remind?"

"She's eager to try women. She has no idea if she'll like it."

* * *

The next week, Nyota and Rom announce their engagement. Rom was in his last semester of pre-law. Nyota took the lead in arranging something she wanted and Rom was willing to do: She and Charley swapping men. "Charley, mind if we talk on the back porch?"

"Sure"

They head out and Noyta said, "Remember that time you were teaching Rom how to eat me?"

"Yes. Is he improving?"

Nyota just beamed a smile.

"That's wonderful."

"Thanks, I have a serious question, one you should feel free to say no to."

"What?"

"I'd like for my Romeo, Dexter, you and I to get together and swap... I mean, you and I swap men."

"I believe I know Dexter's response and he does have a veto only because we both must agree. I would say yes."

"I hate to be the heartbreaker but I have no interest in women, but I'm fine with the fact that you do."

"I Understand."

Charley walked inside and Nyota held her arms open towards Rom and he went to embrace her. Once in her arms he whispered, "Her answer?"

"She wants to, she's asking Dexter presently."

"Good. I hope he's not pissed."

"She's... psyched and believes Dexter will agree, but she just wanted to give him the option to say no."

Dexter agreed to the 4-some/swap. That night the four prepared dinner and had a pair of beers each and met in Rom and Nyota's room. Nyota was the eldest among them and she was a good 4 months shy of her 21st birthday. Nyota was in a "tease" mood and suggested "Texas Strip 'Em Poker." The rules were the following: "Everyone gets 3 chips for 'in' 'raise' and 'call'. After 3 cards are dealt face up and the two face down cards to all, the 1st chip is thrown in and each player decides whether or not to fold. After the 4th face up card, everyone who hasn't yet folded can fold or 'raise', after the final face up card is dealt each player who hasn't already folded can 'call' or fold. All who called compare hands, highest wins, everyone else strips 1 article of clothing per chip thrown in."

Nyota absentmindedly forgot to separate the jokers from the other 52 cards. Everyone attempted to shuffle the cards, but only Charley and Dexter could get them to riffle. Nyota dealt first. First a face-up community card, then 1 to each (herself last), then another face up, and so forth until everyone had 2 cards and there were 3 face up cards (Both black aces and an 8 of diamonds). Everyone threw 1 chip in and no one folded. The next card was a joker... which everyone decided to put to the side and deal again: 2 of hearts. Nyota thought her red two and red ace looked like the winning hand, so she threw a chip in. Rom decided his off-suit 3 and 4 couldn't win, so he folded and tapped his socks (removed his shoes, shoes were forbidden in the house, so the table rule was tap your socks to 'remove shoes'). Dexter had a red king and a black king and decided he'd stay in. The final card was a red 5. Rom said, "That would have been an off-suit straight."

Charley said, "I think I may have the best hand. I have 2 black 8's and the 8 there, gives me three of a kind and add that club and spade..." indicating the the two aces, "I don't think anyone here can beat that hand." Nyota tapped her socks, then removed them (shoes were collectively 1 article, but the socks were considered 1 each). Dexter followed suit.

The next two hands revealed Charley with the weakest hand. She was sheepishly wearing just her undershirt and skirt -- she'd removed her bra, blouse, both socks, 'shoes' and panties on her two previous hands. Rom won both; Nyota was down to her blouse and bra (she had removed her panties and skirt. Dexter had bet heavily on both hands and was now naked and out of the running.

The last hand all three go all in, since Charley got very cocky on her hand (2 aces, with only face cards on the upturned cards (1 black jack, 2 red kings, 2 black queens), "I bet you all, oral sex, no reciprocation needed that I have the highest hand."

"I'll take that bet." He smiled at the two red queens in his hand.

"What happens if you win?" Nyota asked

"I don't owe anyone head."

"Alright, I'm in." Nyota said, she dropped a Jack of Hearts and Jack of clubs. "Full house, jacks over kings, I think?"

"You lose, too baby." He revealed his queens.

"Well that beats my 2 pair." Charley sounded pissed

"But you have a great pair, speaking of which... go ahead and reveal them at your leisure."

Charley stood and stripped the rest of the way. "Okay, I'll pay up now. Who's first?"

"Ladies first." Both men said and pointed to Nyota.

"So, do those free blow jobs include one for me or not?" Dexter asked.

"No, you were already out."

Charley dives on Nyota's muff. Nyota was uneasy for about 15 minutes, then let go of most of her inhibitions and got close to orgasm. Charley was doing her best to lick and explore every part of this pussy. She wanted to taste, to smell to touch everything. Nyota was very self-conscious about her lack of clit (okay partial lack but surviving genital mutilation was made harder with a woman in position to not notice). The men each stroked one of Nyota's breasts and this more than anything is what finally distracted Nyota to notice just the fingers, mouth and tongue, and not the fact it was a woman who owned the latter.

Dexter suggested a break to Charley and she agreed. Dexter added, "That's why I take breaks."

"I can't breathe through my nose."

"Breathe through your mouth."

"Holy shit! that's what you did!"

"Yes, mouth breathing, great to do when one can't get air through the nose."

Nyota was dismayed about Charley continuing. Charley was literally on her knees begging, but Nyota turned her down.

"Charley, when would you like to pay up the blow job you owe Rom?"

"I need to get off!" Nyota complained.

No one heard George fumbling for keys. George closed the door quietly because the house was dark, except for 1 room light and the lamp near the door that's linked up to a light detector and turns on when dark enough and off a little after sunrise (all asleep he assumed). He headed to the bathroom quickly oblivious to the discussion.

Charley and Rom just watched as Dexter did his level best to make Nyota cum. Dexter enjoyed her taste (Nyota tasted better than Charley, and Dexter thought Charley's taste was exceptional).

Nyota laid back, legs spread wide and gave him access. She held his head so he remained close. He couldn't breathe though his nose to he breathed though his mouth as he ate her pussy. Nyota lasted all of 1 minute before her eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned, "Oh fuck yea!" She thrashed like a melodramatic depiction of an epileptic's grande mal seizure and then went still except for panting. Dexter laid next to her, kissed her cheek and asked, "Did you enjoy what Charley started and I finished?"

"Yes." She said dreamily. "Good boy... just let me lay here for a minute, then I'll swallow as much of you as I can."

George got a glass of milk, drank it down and inverted the glass (still with a film of milk) in the top rack of the dishwasher. He went towards his room, walking around the coffee table to grab a magazine he bought and set down between the door and toilet, then saw Nyota kiss down Dexter's chest and towards his hard on. He couldn't see Charley on her knees with her mouth full at this point, but could see Nyota's gorgeous ass. He sat down on the sofa, back on the armrest. In the shadows, he wasn't obvious, but he'd be easily spotted if anyone looked out... no one did, they were too focused on sex.

Nyota attempted to blow Dexter. Nyota was tentative with Dexter's dick because he was longer than Rom's and this intimidated her. She did a lot of licking and sucking only his head. Dexter spoke kind encouragements. He ran his fingers though her hair and stroked her cheek as he praised her efforts. He treated her with kindness almost as if she was his girlfriend. Rom wasn't oblivious to this, he just was getting too much pleasure having his dick in Charley's mouth to think much.

Rom asked Charley to stop for a moment. "Let's move. I'll sit next to Dexter, then you can pick up where you left off." Charley sucked him slowly giving her mouth a working break and keeping him aroused but not 'advancing his arousal' closer to orgasm.

Nyota and Charley take a break from sucking dick use their mouths for another, not exclusively feminine, action. Nyota said, "Charley, do you want to finish Dexter or my Romeo?"

"You choose, who you want to finish and I'll do the other man?"

"My Romeo."

"He's close to popping."

"I'm not sure how close Dexter it."

"About half-way home." Dexter chimed in.

"Would you mind quickie head?"

"Any head is great head when you're mouth is involved."

"I ought to give you a nice blow job for that."

"At you're leisure, babe."

Nyota and Charley switched places.

Rom shot his load first and Nyota puts his dick deep in her mouth so she could swallow his cum without tasting it (she enjoyed pleasing Rom, Rom enjoyed getting his cum swallowed, but she hated the taste -- she let him shoot off directly into her throat -- so it didn't get on her taste buds. He really enjoyed the sensations given when she swallowed with his dick in her throat. When she did this everyone was happy.

Dexter fed his cum to Charley and she savored it as she Frenched Dexter. They intimately, passionately shared his cum. She and Dexter each swallowed some of his semen.

George wakes the next morning to read his father's email. They've cancelled all the phones except local phone for the house, effective end of the day, and his father's selling both suburbans (including the one he's using) the BMW and can no longer pay anything for his schooling starting next semester. George made contingency plans to skip a semester. He wasn't a great student (2.95 GPA, that was just barely poor enough academically to disqualify himself from merit-based grants and scholarships -- his father's past wealth made financial means-based scholarships impossible).

George ran through options in his mind and applied to several jobs within walking distance including a nationally known pizza place whose store-property butted up against the university's land. The pizza place wanted to hire him as a driver (she, the manager, only had 2 and was sending her assistant managers and herself on the road more than long enough). She'd even give him a $100 bill out of her own cut of the store's profits if he checked out, got hired and lasted 20 shifts. He talked to both drivers and found out two got fired for street racing each other on the way back from deliveries, one had been in the hospital after getting permenantly paralyzed him from getting knocked off his motorbike by a big rig (just that week), the previous week (5 recent graduates left to start jobs that used their degrees and a driver got lead away in handcuffs for steeling from the till $10-20 dollars per shift over 2 months). George was convinced this workplace wasn't nearly as bad as a large majority of employees doing a job suddenly leaving work to never return over 2 week period).

He had been driving since he was 16 (currently just over 3 years), he had not been caught doing anything remotely illegal with a car except parking where he shouldn't have, so the DMV check came back clean. He looked at the manager, Gina, a large woman (height, much more so, than weight). A thought crossed his mind: I wonder what she's like in bed. He made it a point to not stare. She said, "You will work at least 55 hours a week until we get more drivers."

"If that lasts more than two weeks, I'll need to quit school, but Dad's decided I need to pay for my own education for the moment. I doubt he'll reverse course on this particular character-building exercise." George was going to keep the financial mismanagement as secret as he could (unless/until his father gets hauled to court for financial crimes).

"I expect at least one or two periods to get enough drivers."

"Period?"

"A periods is 28 days, you-all get paid twice every period."

"But not you?"

"No, I get paid once per period, based on store performance."

"I can walk through the campus and leave some fliers."

"No, my predecessor got fired for doing that. Talking to friends is fine. No paper trail."

"Is the extra $100 also something--"

"Let them know I'll pay them a signing bonus if they get hired, but don't mention the amount. When can you start?"

"As soon as I can get a car."

"I recommend something small, the farther above 30 mpg, the better. Hybrids will be more expensive than the gas savings for this job, unless you can qualify for at least 5 grand in tax breaks."

"Hmm." George nodded, "New or Used?"

"If you can avoid it, don't inherit another's problems, but if used is the only thing available in your price range, get it. If they need an employment verification, here's my cel number." She scribbled out 10 digits starting with '318'.

At this point "Stories of George" takes place. The rest of this story takes place after he gets his car ("Stories of George" includes how he got his car).

George goes to work and is trained for two non-consecutive days (the first day he rode in Gina's passenger seat while she delivered and he observed. She rattled off every catch phrase and what every little number on the driver's sticker meant. She let him call the customer once (after he heard her end of several customer callbacks). George found the systems very simple, didn't see much in the way of improving them without compromising safety. They kept their tips, got a base wage, minimum-wage (not tip-minimum) for new hires, as well as an amount per delivery that varied with the price of gas, increasing a nickel for every higher 20 cent per gallon range.

George worked over 60 hours the first week and withdrew from school. He got 40% of the tuition back, which he was able to talk the woman in the business office he dealt with then to get as cash. He calculated that if worked at this pace (with tips, "milage", base pay), he could pay for the rest of his BS in about 2 to 2.5 years. He couldn't imagine working and going to school simultaneously. George missed all the friends he knew at school. He worked 55 to 70 hours a week for the rest of that semester (even stayed away from his family at Thanksgiving, knowing damn well his father's financial cutbacks will put the family at each others' throats). By early December, the number of working drivers became 15 and he was able to talk his way into 4 consecutive days off (11 to 14 December). They closed early Christmas Eve and reopened 26 December (he'd be the last driver checked out before close Christmas Eve and help open the store on 26 December).