Font of Fertility Ch. 23

"Thanks? I think that's a compliment," she smirked at me. Then she put her fists under her chin and looked up at me, blinking her eyes behind her cum-streaked glasses like she was some innocent young thing. "Do you think I look pretty like this?"

That made me snort. "You look like an absolute whore, and I love it."

"Good, 'cause I feel like one in the best way," she smirked. "Hold on, let me clean my face and then I want to fucking kiss you."

She stood and walked towards the front of the bookstore, still completely naked, and I watched her butt as she went. It was small and cute and fit her frame. When she came back she had a roll of paper towels and was wiping the cum from her face.

"Don't tell me you didn't wear makeup specifically because you were planning for this to happen," I said.

She grinned and shrugged. "Then I won't."

"Come here," I said, reaching out to grab her hand and pull her to me, and soon I had her bare ass parked on my lap as I held her tightly and helped to clean the last smears of cum from her face. Then I leaned in and kissed her tenderly, and she kissed me back.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Didn't you give me a line about asking to ask questions not too long ago?" she shot back.

"OK, fair point," I said. "You're a really confident person, Jordan. Maybe the most confident and self-aware person I've known outside of Stacey, and it's something I've always looked up to. And I also really love how you are in bed, but your being so submissive is almost weird for me. If you join the harem, who are you going to be with me? Because I love this horny you, but I don't want to lose the regular you."

Jordan smiled and leaned in to kiss me softly in the sweet sort of way that we had New Year's morning. "Jerry, you're an asshole."

"What?" I asked, laughing a little at the look she was giving me.

She sighed and rested her head against my shoulder as she plucked at the collar of my shirt, the only article of clothing either of us was wearing. "It's been like three days since I saw you again for the first time in almost two years. And yeah, I'm not gonna lie and say I never thought about you, but it was only in passing and not like this. So fuck you, you asshole, for changing where I thought I was going with my life."

"I'm gonna need that spelt out a little more," I said.

"Yeah, I know," she smirked. "OK. Think about it like this - consider all the guys your age, right? Every guy you know at school. Your friends, your not-friends, whoever. Then take all the common characteristics and immaturities they have, multiply that number and add alcohol and no parental supervision, and then put that in a can, pressurize it with some repressed urges and hormones, and then shake it up. That's college. Those are the guys I've been around, even down at BYU in Mormon land. Hell, especially because it's Mormon land. God, I mean I thought I got it, but now I get it. I get how you could even start a harem to begin with. Jerry, what you just said to me, about who I am and wanting both sides of me and worrying about not getting the me you already knew? That is so fucking... I don't know. Romantic isn't the right word. You punched me in the heart, you wonderful asshole."

"Aren't you supposed to be a literary wordsmith?" I smiled. "'You punched me in the heart, you wonderful asshole' is what you could come up with?"

"Shut up," she laughed. "I'm still a little light-headed here from choking on your cock for so long."

"You haven't actually answered my question," I said gently.

"You'll get both sides of me, Jerry. You'll get the me who may still treat you like a li'l bro sometimes, and who doesn't like soft idiots or stupid questions and will want to work hard for us to get where we want to go. But you'll also get the me that wants you to take charge. Who wants you to be her Sir, if you know what I mean."

"I feel like I'm going to need to do some research," I said. "I mean, I've been working on that sort of stuff with Lindsey and Lauren sometimes, but I feel like you expect more than that."

"Don't worry about it too much," she said, lifting her fingers from my shirt to my chin and lips, smiling to herself as she touched me gently. "You're already a natural. If I want something specific, I'll let you know. I definitely want to explore stuff with you that I haven't wanted to try with other people. But for now I just- fuck, I'm still getting butterflies in my stomach when I say this - I just want more of you."

"OK," I said, squeezing my arms around her and hugging her firmly. "More of me it is."

"And now, I'm pretty sure, the plan was for you to buttfuck me again," she grinned. "Sir."

"Well, I can't disappoint such a naughty good girl like you, can I?" I asked. I let her down from my lap and she knelt at her bag and pulled out a little bottle of lube, and soon my cock was hard and slick, and Jordan was sitting on her knees on her armchair with her ass pointed back at me and two of my fingers deep inside her butthole as I spread the lube around.

"Third one?" I offered, slowly pulling my fingers out of her.

"Mmm-mmm," Jordan shook her head. "I don't want you to stretch me out too much, 'cause that steals the fun of your cock doing it."

"You are absolutely nasty," I said with a grin and leaned in to kiss her tenderly at the same time as I worked my two fingers in a few quick thrusts that had her gasping against my lips.

We ended up shifting down to the old carpeted floor because Jordan was worried about squirting while I reamed her ass again, and it would be easier to clean up, hide or explain away a stain on the carpet than on the chair. Jordan laid down on her front in a prone position and flexed her little butt at me a few times before she reached back and pulled open her cheeks.

"You know, I could just eat that up," I said as I knelt down behind her, straddling her long, thin legs.

"And I would love that, sir, but I'm already so ready for your cock," Jordan moaned softly.

I just shook my head and got my cock into position, nudging against her asshole, and let one hand fall to her side before I slowly began to thrust my way into her.

"Yessss, sir," Jordan hissed as my cock pushed through her anal ring and entered her. "God, your cock is perfect."

"So is your ass, Jordie," I groaned, entering another inch before stopping to let her adjust.

"Not as nice as half your harem," Jordan said, but I could hear the smile on her lips even though she was resting her forehead on her hand and had her face turned from me. "Fuck. Honestly, you've got a stacked set of lovers. Lindsey, Lauren and Stacey? Jeeesus. And Angie isn't any slouch in the butt department either."

"Wait until you see Annalises's curves," I smiled, sliding deeper into Jordan and then immediately pulling back out, teasing her. She hiccuped softly, her one hand still holding a buttcheek open digging her nails into her skin at the feeling.

"Has she got a big booty, sir? Do I have the smallest booty in the harem?"

"You will," I said, stroking her side softly. "Annalise just has a nice butt, but her tits are amazing."

"Bigger than Lindsey's?" Jordan asked.

"Mhmm," I grunted, nodding and starting to lose track of the conversation as I was able to work my cock in and out of Jordan in slow, smooth strokes.

"I've just got little titties," she panted. "Are they OK?"

"More than OK," I groaned.

"I'd get a boobjob for you if you want," Jordan moaned softly. "Or a BBL. I don't know how it would look, but-"

"Stop. I never want you to think like that," I growled at her, pressing my chest down to her back as I buried my cock deeper into her ass. This brought my lips near her ear and I spoke softly. "You have every right to do that stuff if you want, but never think that I'm wanting that, OK? I don't need you for tits or ass, Jordan. I need you because of you."

"You say the nicest things, sir," she gasped.

"Good," I said and pulled out and thrust into her hard, making her release a girly grunt. "Now I'm going to fuck this small, perfect ass that I love until I pump it full of cum. And then I'm going to snuggle you until it gets into your skull that if you ever compare yourself to the others again I'll punish you by ignoring you."

"Fuck, I would go crazy if you did that. How the fuck do you know that?"

"Because, Jordie," I said, whispering into her ear. "I get you."

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"So it was good?" Lauren asked me.

We were in my room and she and Stacey were trying to decide what I would wear to dinner. We didn't have much time - I still needed to go pick up Annalise and Lindsey before we teleportaled down to the restaurant, and we'd been hoping to get there well before Esmerelda was supposed to show up but my time with Jordan had run a little longer than expected. And the cleanup had taken a while.

"I mean, yeah," I said. "She got everything she wanted."

"I'd say so," Stacey smirked.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"She means that Jordan sent us both a picture of herself after you left and she looked worn out and very, very happy," Lauren chuckled.

"She took you in all three holes again, huh?" Stacey asked. She was still having trouble with anal and hadn't let me help her with magic yet.

"She's..." I said, trying to find the right word.

"Ravenous," Lauren finished.

"Only as much as you or Linds," I pointed out.

Lauren stuck her tongue out at me, then cocked her head to the side. "That shirt," she said. I was holding up another one from my closet. "And pair it with those black pants."

"Mmm," Stacey agreed with a nod.

"So did you tell her you love her?" Lauren asked.

"What? No," I said.

Stacey snorted. "Jerr, you obviously like her. She leaves in what, two days? If we're going to figure out if she really wants in on the harem or not you need to move fast."

"Yeah, well, that isn't going to be an issue," I said as I started to get dressed.

"Wait, what happened?" Lauren asked. "Did she just want one more fling or something? I didn't think she would be like that at all."

"Don't tell me you screwed it up somehow, Jeremiah," Stacey sighed.

"Jesus, no," I said. "It's not like that."

"You know the distance thing isn't a problem though," Lauren said.

"Guys, listen to me," I said, stopping to stare at both of them until they stopped jumping to conclusions. Lauren was lying on the bed and Stacey was sitting in my desk chair, both of them already dressed up nicely. Stacey had gone for a summery dress that showed off her legs a bit and wouldn't have worked going out here in town but would definitely work down in Miami, while Lauren had opted for what was either a long shirt or a short dress over slick, shiny leggings that made her ass look fantastic. Once the two of them were paying proper attention I took a breath. "What I meant was that we don't need to worry about seeing if Jordan wants to join the harem because she already asked for it. Hell, she practically begged to join."

"Wait, really?" Lauren asked. "I mean, we knew she wasn't exactly shying away from things, but she asked?"

"She even called it a harem. Apparently it's a thing for her," I said.

"So she's in, then?" Stacey asked. "You did say yes, right?"

"No, I- Fuck, we agreed that inviting new girls into the harem proper was supposed to be a group agreement and Annalise hasn't even met her yet," I said.

"Ugh, Jerry," Lauren sighed, quickly grabbing her phone and starting to type on it as she spoke. "If tomorrow is the last day before she leaves, and you're bringing Anna and Maya home tomorrow, when are they supposed to meet?"

"I don't know," I said. "But I thought we at least needed to have a conversation about it before I just said yes."

"Well, you do want her in, right?" Stacey asked. "I mean, I remember you crushing on her a couple of years ago."

"I never-" I stopped when I saw the teasing smirk on Stacey's face. "Yes, I want her in. As long as all of you do, too."

"Well, Angie says yes for sure," Lauren said. "Lindsey says probably yes, and Annalise hasn't responded yet."

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "When I said a conversation, I meant an actual conversation."

"Jeremiah, you need to fucking relax," Stacey said, standing from the chair and coming to me to start fussing with my clothes. "Hell, Jordan's already had sex with three of us. I'm sure Lindsey will want a crack at her too, but the important thing is that you want her and we like her. Did you tell her about magic already?"

"No," I said. "That comes after."

"I mean, that's fair, Stace," Lauren said.

"Fine, fine," Stacey said. "And my vote is yes too, by the way. I wasn't exactly friends with her in high school but she wasn't a bitch or anything, and I do remember you crushing on her. Maybe not as much as you crushed on Lauren or Lindsey, but it was there."

"Awww, Jerry had harem-heart even back then," Lauren teased me.

"Fuck me," I sighed. "Are we ready to go or what? Time's ticking here and I still want this to be an actual conversation."

"We've been waiting on you!" Lauren said, popping up from the bed and quickly fixing her hair before grabbing my hand. "Let's go."

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The restaurant was exactly how it looked on the internet, and while it was sort of sandwiched in between a couple of resorts right on the Miami Beach strip, it had a great view out over the evening ocean from the main dining room and, most importantly, it had private dining rooms as well. It had only taken a phone call from myself and Stacey, playing 'important business person' and 'beleaguered business person's assistant' respectively, to book the private room for what I would have considered an exorbitant cost for dinner before all of this had started.

Walking into the restaurant with Lauren and Lindsey on my arms, and Stacey and Annalise following close, got us some looks but I figured people immediately presumed we were a group and not a group. Lindsey had spent the afternoon with Annalise and Maya helping Anna feel prepared for the evening by doing a mini makeover. She looked fantastic and was wearing the yellow dress that Maya had badgered her into trying on at the mall.

Angela, unfortunately, had a shift that she couldn't get off, though I wondered how hard she had really tried since she was still hesitant about the whole magic thing and meeting a big muckety-muck like another Seat had made her a little wary. I'd promised I would bring her to Miami soon for a fun date night.

The maitre d' took our name and raised his eyebrows as he looked at the eclectic levels of 'dressed up' in our group, but led us through the dining room which was already well into dinner service and was full of very classy-looking people all giving us young folk the stink eye. Inside the private dining room was a big table ready to sit six.

"Head of the table, babe, or mix it up?" Lindsey asked me.

"I was thinking we should do this more family style," I said. "Make it feel less like an us versus her thing."

"Mix it up then," Lindsey said. Soon we were all sitting, and Stacey had taken one end of the table right next to me, with Lindsey at the other end. Lauren sat beside me and I noticed that the girls manoeuvred so that Anna would be sitting directly next to Esmerelda. They must have come up with some sort of plan as a just-in-case situation.

"So, this is fun," Lindsey said with a smile once we were all sitting.

"It is, we need to do this more," I said. "And Annalise, I know I said it already, but you look really pretty in that dress."

"Thanks, Jerry," she said with a little flush of embarrassment but she didn't look away.

"When was she supposed to get here?" Stacey asked, checking her phone.

"Five minutes before we finally did," I said.

"Well, at least we're all late," Lauren chuckled.

"Speak for yourselves," Lindsey said. "Anna and I were ready and waiting. It's Jerry who made us late."

"Yeah, you and your fucking the new girl," Lauren said, poking you in the side playfully.

"Speaking of which," I said, shooing Lauren's hand away as she tried to poke me again. "Anna, I know you haven't met her, but did you-"

The door to the private dining room opened and the Maitre D' came in followed by Esmerelda. I almost didn't recognise the woman since she wasn't wearing the skull facepaint or elaborately macabre clothing that she had appeared in during the Council. If anything, she was actually dressed a little scruffy and could have done for trying a little harder in that regard - she was wearing a pair of distressed jeans and a cropped t-shirt with some wrinkles, though her face remained almost unrealistically attractive and she had that same badly-dyed pink hair with the roots showing through.

"Esmerelda," I said, standing up to greet her. "I'm happy you could come."

The Death Seat smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes, and nodded to the Maitre D' who left with a nod to us and shut the door behind him. Esmerelda was holding a poster tube in one hand, the thick cardboard capped with a plastic stopper at either end, and as she looked around the room quickly I got the sense that she must have had at least a few spells going and immediately felt like an idiot for not preparing against an attack.

"Jeremiah," Esmerelda finally said, her voice still holding that European Spanish accent and slight lisp. "I assumed we were meeting alone. Who are these people?"

"I thought it would be nice to make this more of a family dinner," I said. "You know Lauren already. And these are Lindsey, Stacey and Annalise."

"Ah," she said, looking the girls over a second time. "You brought your harem. How... interesting."

I was starting to get the feeling that maybe 'family dinner' should have waited until after I solidified a better relationship with her.

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Font of Fertility is an ongoing series that will continue to see updates moving forward. If you have enjoyed the series so far, you might want to check out my Pushing series, or AMA: The Boyfriend series, for similar romantic harem elements.

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~Break

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