Mike & Karen Ch. 17

"I don't blame the poor dear," Karen replied, swirling her louche-green absinthe in her glass. "She did yeoman's work for us the past few days, and she needs a rest. I've arranged for catered breakfast, lunch and supper to be sent to them tomorrow. A little treat, if you will."

"You two got a good idea yet about what you'll do with your rooms?" Mike asked, his single-malt Scotch gleaming like amber in his glass. "We've had ideas for years about how to set ours up, so that'll be done right quickly, not to mention we have other manor issues to see to."

"Well, nothing'll be complete until the new bed arrives," Alex said, shrugging and taking another swig of his Guinness. "We'll build the bedroom around that. I have the small office, Alexa got her boudoir, and the rest is pretty predictable."

"I still can't believe we have our own shower and hot tub," Alexa sighed, nuzzling her cheek against Alex's shoulder. "How many big hot tubs are there?"

"Currently two," her sister answered. "One near the house, big enough for several people who don't mind being close, and another attached to the swimming pool, around the same size, but not as intimate."

"What're the first things we're working on getting up and running?" Alexa asked. "I know the place hasn't been in mothballs for decades, but even with two years, there's still a lot to do."

Mike tapped his glass with his finger while he spoke. "Well, Jordan's house gets a big priority, of course. In terms of the things here in the manor, the servers need to be on the go so that we can communicate with the university and other institutions, and there's two small rooms devoted to that necessity. Aside from that, make sure that the staff quarters are ready, that there's hot running water, and the kitchen is good to go."

Karen nodded. "That's an appreciable first list. As the staff moves in and gets to work, they'll help us get other matters sorted, so progress will cascade in due course. Since none of us can take time off from the university just yet, this will be gradual."

"Got that right," Alex agreed. "I'm busting my butt on an old Babylonian project. If I keep my grade near-perfect, I might shave a whole year off my undergrad program."

"And I'm up to my tits in Russian right now, so Bog knows I'm plenty busy," Alexa quipped. "But I feel like this is gonna go really quickly, isn't it?"

"My plan is to have an amazing housewarming in late winter or early spring," Karen answered. "It may seem large and empty for a few weeks, but I think we'll all be pleased with the final result."

They sat in pleasant silence for some time. Before long, Mike would have the speaker system that was wired through the entire place updated and running, and music of the listener's choice could be played anywhere. Alex and Mike were already devising their own variation of the Alexa Voice Service to use to run everything, only without the fatal backdoors or prying virtual ears. It was one of those challenges the family thrived on.

Tomorrow was the start of something big.

***

Sudbury, 1985...

Mike lay on his back, looking at the ceiling inside the room he'd be using while he stayed here. Two mattresses were pushed together on the floor, not only to make room for his enormous frame, but also the two girls, one snuggled into each side of him. Tammy was one of them, her springy light brown hair almost an afro around her head. On the other side now was Joyce, an admin assistant in her early thirties. She was more sturdily built than Tammy, but a pleasant lady, and enthusiastic in bed. Mike had no complaints, given how recently he'd arrived.

"Mmmm," Tammy purred, nuzzling against his chest. "Sure we can only keep you for a year, big boy?"

"Enjoyable as I'm finding the company I'm keeping, this institution just isn't set up to provide me with the courses I need," he said, shrugging his massive shoulders slightly. Both girls still had a hand on his cock beneath the sleeping bag that covered them, stroking gently. He wasn't hard at the moment, but they seemed content to amuse themselves with it. "I'm destined for Toronto, they have what I need there."

"Well you've got what I need right here, stud," Joyce said slyly, her hand holding Mike's member up while Tammy snaked down to his waist and took his cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down wilfully, not even close to taking him all in, but determined to make the effort, nonetheless. She'd do her best to convince him to stay.

She managed to bring him to hardness before slipping a (properly-sized) condom onto him. She moved aside while Joyce straddled his hips and sank down onto him, moaning in relief. She held him inside her for some time, just resting her hands on his chest. Tammy, meanwhile, rested on her side next to him, one leg bent and massaging her pussy while she watched. He'd already fucked her to three orgasms, it was time to let Joyce catch up. The new student had no idea how full his dance card was going to be for the next semester in a house for of horny office women.

Mike kneaded and massaged Joyce's ass, helping her move on him while she bounced up and down lustily. Soon enough, she was shuddering and moaning shamelessly, not caring who heard her. She thrust vigorously, pumping with her hips while he pushed up inside her. He could tell she wasn't going to last, so he made sure she would cum as hard as possible.

Seconds later, she screeched through clenched teeth, her back arched, and Mike allowed himself to join her in cumming. They writhed against one another, and were joined by Tammy, who climaxed a few seconds later, her fingers churning furiously in her pussy. Joyce flopped down on top of him, seeming almost boneless as she quivered and sighed. Sated, Tammy snuggled back into him, closing her eyes.

Mike looked at the ceiling, thinking about what the future held. He felt impatient, as if his time here in Sudbury was little more than a delay. The courses he would take here were electives that would enhance his qualifications once he was in Toronto but had little or nothing to do with his primary field of Theoretical Physics. He would exercise patience. This had happened for a reason, even if he couldn't discern it.

He felt the girls snuggled into him, considering them- they would be suitable for exercising his pent-up tensions on, exercising his body and helping to keep him focused, get him through this year. He doubted either of them were looking for relationships, especially with a first year. They were indulgences, and they would keep him occupied.

So what awaited him when he finally made it to Toronto?

***

Karen and Lisa were panting as they stared at one another, naked and leaning back on their hands while sitting on Karen's large, plush bed. Their legs were scissored and they were grinding their slippery pussies together, their skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Lisa's red hair hung about her shoulders in damp waves, while Karen's bronze hair clung to her cheeks and jaw.

The squirmed harder against each other, shivering as their netherlips mingled and clits kissed. Karen was breathing heavily, her large breasts jiggling enticingly while she smiled wickedly at her new lover. Lisa was trembling, her pale skin now a lusty pink as she fought to remain in control. She didn't want to cum without Karen. But this thing they were doing, it was the most incredible feeling...

"Oh, fuck..." she rasped, gripping the sheets behind her in her fingers tightly. "What's... what's this called, Kar?"

"Tribadism," Karen managed to say, pushing herself even closer into Lisa, loving the feel of the girl against her. "Tribbing, scissoring, girl-fucking... I love saying them all."

"I think I'll love hearing you say girl-fucking best," Lisa sighed, her eyes closed. As much as she was enjoying looking at Karen's incredible body while they ravaged one another, it just felt too damn good at this very moment. "God, this is the most incredible thing I've ever felt!"

"It's my favourite thing too," Karen purred, meaning it. "Oh, right there, darling, yes. Move in the opposite direction and push a little harder..."

Lisa was almost whimpering as she pushed in and ground harder, while Karen bit her lip, squirming in tight, controlled circles. Like Lisa, she was intoxicated by the lovely, squishing sounds their pussies made together. She'd always been addicted to that sound, and tonight was no exception. The pair saw no need to fight too hard to hold on, since there was plenty of time to recover and continue their sexplay.

Lisa was almost shaking and her panting had become quite ragged. Sweat streamed from her skin while she pushed as hard as she could, arching her back. "Oh, God, Kar! I'm gonna... I'm..."

"Let it out, darling!" Karen pleaded, also pushing with her hips. "Please..."

They managed to not scream as they climaxed together, cumming profusely all over one another's pussy, clits throbbing as they pressed and almost dueled. Lisa simply fell backward on the bed, shaking like a leaf, unaware of anything that wasn't the tingling supernova in her nervous system.

Karen sighed as she eased herself backward, her womanhood still pressed to Lisa's, enjoying the waves of pleasure that continued to wash over her. She caressed her breasts and gently bit a fingernail between her teeth.

This was going to be such a pleasant semester.

Neither girl was sure how much time had passed before their hands wandered down their bodies and found one another. Fingers caressed gently and then knotted, the girls using one another as anchors to find their way (reluctantly) back to reality. Hands slid up and eventually found wrists, staying put for a while as they continued to recover.

Finally, Karen stirred and tugged on Lisa's wrists, gripping them firmly. Her roommate clued in and pulled as well, the two girls levering one another up wearily into a sitting position. They moaned as they righted themselves, staring at each other through heavily-lidded eyes. Karen's hands moved onto Lisa's back and pulled in gently, moving her closer. Their breasts squashed together, legs still scissored and their pussies pressed. They looked into each other's eyes before they melted into a deep, wet kiss. Both girls sighed in contentment, arms wrapped around bodies, holding them in place.

The kiss finally broke, and they sat still, forehead to forehead, feeling their hearts beating together. Nothing needed to be said just yet, and the whole world had fallen away.

"Is our entire semester gonna be like this?" Lisa murmured, her eyes closed, forehead still pressed to Karen's.

"One would hope so," Karen whispered back, smiling. "And perhaps beyond, if you're willing to have me as your roommate next year as well."

Lisa almost giggled, but she was too spent. "Yeah, I might've had more experience with guys up until now, but only because I was worried or in denial. But tonight you made me a believer, Karen Gordon. No two ways about it, I'm a lesbian."

"Happy to be of service," Karen cooed, kissing her roomies nose before they began making out again, limbs wrapped around one another and no space between them. They made each other cum several times that night, with fingers and tongues (Lisa was an inexperienced but eager student) before this last little foray into the delights of the kiss only women can share. "I'm happy that you'll be sharing my bed, Lisa."

"Me too," replied the redhead, nodding. "Our little secret lesbian club that nobody-"

"Kno-ock!" Janet chimed as she pushed open the door and sauntered in, followed by their other new friend, Mona. "Thought we'd come by and welcome- oh, shit!"

Janet and Mona both gaped in momentary shock as they saw Karen and Lisa on the bed, naked and entwined. Mona blinked and closed the door hastily, lest anyone in the hall happen to look in. Karen, for her part, was giving the two an unimpressed look, while Lisa seemed to be somewhere between panic and despairing acceptance at having been caught. Despair won out, and she sighed quietly and buried her face in Karen's shoulder.

"Wow, and I thought I moved quickly getting to bed," Janet mused, still looking at them, but without the shock. She shouldn't have been surprised, really. "But damn, ladies. I'm not even involved, and I still want a post-sex cigarette after looking at you."

"Maybe we should've knocked for real," Mona said apologetically, although like Janet she made no effort to look away. "Kinda wanna sketch this scene, to be honest."

"Not this time, ladies," Karen sighed, pulling away from Lisa and turning to put her feet over the side of the bed. Time to assert herself again, obviously. Lisa, in comparison, just flumped forward at the waist into the bed, making a little petulant noise.

"I'm not terribly into modesty when I'm in my own domicile," Karen announced as she stood, allowing both girls to take in the sight of her glorious body.

Saying they were stunned was a minor understatement. Janet seemed shocked at the sight of her shaved pussy. Mona was stunned by her breasts. Karen was used to it.

"So if it is your intention to keep walking in unannounced, then you need to accept the fact that you're likely to walk in on scenes like you just witnessed, or, at the very least, my nudity. I don't mind either way, but those are your choices."

"I... think I'm gonna be knocking for real from now on," Janet said somewhat throatily, still not able to look away. "I like to only make mistakes once."

"Ditto," Mona agreed, nodding but now stepping forward. "Sorry if we were rude, Karen."

Karen shook her head and smiled easily. "Not to worry, ladies. If we're going to be the power quartet on campus, then there is no point in awkwardness or secrets, is there? Yes, Lisa and I are going to be lovers, now that she has confirmed that she is a lesbian. She will probably share my bed most nights, even though we are not an official couple. Is that correct, Lisa?"

There was a thumbs up from the tangle of red hair on her bed.

"And chances are the room will smell of glorious lesbian sex rather constantly," Karen continued. "Is that a problem?"

Janet shrugged. "You already made me give up my cigs for this little club, your room smelling like sex is hardly gonna traumatize me."

"We came over because I had something to give you," Mona said, walking up to Karen and ignoring her nudity. Her choice was made. "After we all met, I went back to my room and knocked this out. I wanted you to have it..."

Karen took the sketch paper from the black girl's hands and looked down at the drawing, her heart warming and welling up.

An image of the four new friends goofing around smiled and mugged back at her.

***

Blackwell Manor, the present...

Mike and Karen looked at the framed sketch now hung on the wall of one of the large guest rooms. Karen sighed wistfully while Mike put a titan arm around her shoulder and held her to his side.

"Made the arrangements yet for their visit?" he asked.

She smiled. "I've begun the process. The reunion is at the very least two months away, unfortunately. Mona's working at an animation studio in BC, Janet's doing hired legal gun work for some firms on the east coast, and I believe Lisa is still in Idaho with her wife."

"Poor thing, she must be withering away," Mike chuckled. "She's tough, though. Think they'll like this arrangement?"

"The three of them staying in the same room, like a sleepover party? They'll love it," Karen confirmed. "And just down the hall from our suite, so they'll have plenty of opportunity to be total pains in the posterior for us."

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to that too," he agreed as they turned and left the room, heading back to their own rooms. Over the vanity in Karen's boudoir hung a sketch he'd composed of her some thirty years earlier, a portrait of his lovely wife back in their second year of university. Karen treasured it like almost no other possession, and she'd hung it where it would mean the most to her.

"What are your thoughts, good sir, on what should go over the bed once it arrives?" she mused as they left the boudoir and went into the grand bedroom. They gazed at the wall where the new bed would go, currently occupied by the bed they'd brought from Kleinburg. It was more or less big enough, but hardly fit the aesthetic of the room, so it was a temporary arrangement. "Maybe a wedding image?"

"Possible, if a little pretentious," he answered, visualizing the space over the bed. "It's not like we lack for options, so I suggest we wait for the bed and then cycle through the possibilities, see which one proclaims itself."

She hugged herself into him. "As always, you have the best ideas, my love. I hope Alex and Alli are having this much fun making the place their own..."

***

Alexa looked up at the wall over their bed, her sapphire eyes shining and a single tear glittering on her cheek. Standing next to her, Alex tried not to look too pleased with himself.

"It's beautiful, Alex," she murmured. "Perfect..."

Somehow, Alex had managed to procure a photo from the Christmas concert, the exact moment when she had run out on stage and flung herself into his arms. The photographer had managed to catch them in profile, looking into one another's eyes, and the picture was so sharp that one could see the tears in the air behind Alexa as she leaped forward. Blown up to enormous size that fit the sale of their room, it had lost none of its clarity, nor its emotional power.

"I saw that image the night of the concert and asked the photog to not show it to anyone else, since it gave me an idea," he said, nodding. "He emailed it to me, and we discussed how large it could be made without distorting. Turns out that technology is our friend in this case, and it's just the right size, isn't it?"

He wasn't kidding, the framed image was well over six feet across and eight feet high. Any other objects in the image were dimmed, leaving the two of them in crisp detail, the absolute focus of the scene. Subtle enhancements meant their faces had the most perfect clarity of anything in the picture. Alexa seemed frozen in time, her feet off the ground, and almost nose to nose with Alex, the couple gazing into one another's eyes.

"You always know what to do," she whispered, snuggling into his arm and indulging her tears of joy. "I knew falling hopelessly in love with you on sight was the right thing to do."

"I may be the most important person to do so, but I won't be the last," he agreed, loving the feel of her embrace. "Mom says she's invited the posse to come and visit, but she hasn't told them about you. She does love her surprises."

"I'm gonna get to meet Mona, Lisa, and Janet?" his wife asked almost dreamily. "And eventually the DeBournes... I don't know what I did to deserve all this, but I'm happy I did whatever I did."

"We all are," he said, turning her into his embrace and kissing her lovingly. "C'mon, let's go say goodnight, and then try the sound muffling effects in this bedroom, hm?"

She sniffled as she giggled and nodded, taking his hand and walking out of the suite of rooms with him.

On the wall, Alex and Alexa looked into one another's eyes, a perfect moment caught forever and never-ending.

***

Author's Notes:

Make sure you read past these Author's Notes.

This chapter sets up a lot of arcs that are about to start happening. You'll meet the entire Blackwell Manor staff shortly, and they're in fact getting their own spinoff miniseries, because I have great ideas that just won't fit in to the Mike & Karen storyline without slowing it to an absolute crawl.

Yes, there was another set of earlier flashbacks, to a time before Mike and Karen had even met. I've been clearly dating them, so I have faith in your ability to keep track. If you followed Pulp Fiction, you can absolutely do this. Don't blow up my inbox with tantrums, I don't read them.