Mike & Karen Ch. 33

"We all are, Kar," Lisa confirmed, sitting up now and putting her comic aside. She was wearing only an oversized tee shirt and nothing underneath. "This means the world to all of us, an' it's not just about saving a ton of money. It's just so ideal in every way, y'know?"

Karen sat down on the edge of her bed, leaned back, and smiled at her friend. It never ceased to amaze Lisa how Karen Gordon could make the simplest gestures so very elegant. "I suppose I would like to have it explained to me. Go on."

Lisa drew a breath before beginning. "It's all of us, together," she said finally. "And just the four of us. Best friends, amigos, the Four Musketeers. I mean, we're practically all girlfriends and dating, Kar. How many times have we all been naked, or just in our underwear, and shared those four-way kisses? How many circles of friends can say that?"

Karen just listened, letting Lisa say her piece.

"I've gone out with Janet or Mona nearly as often as I've gone out with you, and no, I never have sex with them, but we're probably naked at some point anyway, because we're all so bonded and comfortable around each other."

A nod from Karen. What Lisa was saying was true. How many times had she taken Mona or Janet on casual dates? How many times had they shared intimate kisses and slept together naked? Lisa wasn't exaggerating about how close they all were. They kept almost nothing from one another, ever.

"And now," Lisa continued, "It's gonna be just us in that big ol' house, Kar. Our place. No competing for shower times, no worrying about missing dorm food, no waiting to use the phone or listening to other girls in the hall... it's gonna be our little kingdom for the next two years."

She smiled almost dreamily. "It's so ideal. I love you guys so much, and this is really happening. Even if I have to occasionally hear those two sluts getting it on with icky boys in their rooms, y'know?"

"It's likely to be DeBourne in any event, so at least you'll have someone around to reach things up on high shelves for you," Karen quipped, smirking and winking at her friend and lover. Lisa shook her head and sighed for effect. She wouldn't mind having DeBourne around, truth be told. He made her happy somehow, despite being an icky boy.

"Well, he isn't so bad to have around, as long as he isn't cracking wise about our gender," Lisa sniffed, unwilling to concede the point entirely. "So Mona still on Cloud Nine as well?"

"Cloud Ten is more accurate," Karen replied. "I still have no idea how that kid got the ticket, but he was willing to give it away, that was the important thing."

"Are y'ever gonna tell me what it cost you?" Lisa asked. "You're being evasive, so it wasn't money."

"I might have let him see my bra and panties for ten seconds," the bronze-haired girl lilted with a smirk. "Like I said, a small price to pay for Mona's happiness."

The redhead giggled. "If you'd shown him the actual goodies, then no amount of tickets would have equaled the value of the show he got."

"I'm inclined to agree, my love," Karen said airily as she stood up and began undressing. "How shall we dispose of our evening?"

"I mean, I dunno, but if orgasms are involved, I'm up for just about anything," Lisa said hopefully, shucking off her tank top she was wearing, followed by her panties. She knew she had tiny boobs, she barely needed a bra, but she was glad that Karen seemed enamoured of them. That meant the world to her. "Y'want me to keep thankin' you for Mona's ticket?"

Karen tittered as she turned away from Lisa, also now down to her underthings. She unclasped her front-hooking bra, tossing it aside gracefully while turning around to face her roomie. She slipped her hands up over the front of her large bust and maintained the tease. It never ceased to make Lisa's mouth water as she watched.

"I don't suppose you'd care to see to my panties, darling?" she asked in a sultry voice.

Lisa got off her bed and crawled toward Karen like a cat, keeping her gaze locked on her lover's. She knelt in front of her and leaned in, taking the sheer, silken panties between her teeth and pulling them down slowly. Karen stepped out of the garment, which Lisa still held in her teeth, looking up at her.

"Have I mentioned in the last ten minutes that I love you, Melissa Ruthelyn Heyman?" Karen whispered, bringing the redhead to her feet.

"Not vocally, but I'm so happy to see it in your eyes all the time," Lisa breathed, her heart pounding as she stood with Karen, their breasts touching now, nipples kissing. "Feel free to remind me."

Karen pulled Lisa into a kiss, and the redhead melted with a moan. To think this would only get better and more wonderful when the four of them had their own house to live in...

***

Blackwell Manor, the Thomas Arne Lounge, the present...

"So lemme get this straight," Jeanie said as she leaned in to get a better look, her boobs pressed into Alex's side. It happened so often now that he barely noticed, honestly. Which was impressive, because Jeanie had really nice boobs. She was supposed to be down at the university, currently in class, but why should Alex and Lexi be able to beg off? Alex was supposed to come down to the condo tonight and to set up some new and better security protocols on their laptops, with Ari helping remotely. She'd be sure to thank Alex, of course.

She pointed down at the strings of the guitar he was holding, his Les Paul. She knew he mostly played bass out of preference, but he was also amazing on the guitar. "Down there is where it makes the wheedley-wheedley sound, and up there is chug-chug-chug?" she asked.

"Well, I call this part down here 'Glory and Nerds', and this part of the strings at the top is 'Money and Girls', but yeah," he replied, demonstrating the sounds by strumming a chord near the top and then the bottom of the neck. "That's basically it."

"That seems backwards to me," she mused. "I kinda want the part of the strings that's lower down to make the lower noise. That makes sense to me. What am I getting wrong?"

Alex smiled. Jeanie didn't trust herself, since she was aware of her intellectual limitations, and she just assumed she was the only one who didn't know. From experience, Alex knew that most people couldn't readily tell you why strings worked that way, at least not without real thought applied to the matter. And most of them didn't care enough to try.

"Well, thicker strings produce lower sounds to begin with," he explained, demonstrating by strumming on some individual strings. "But on top of that, it depends on where you hold your fingers along the neck. If I'm holding near the top, the vibrations travel farther. The farther down I hold, the less vibrating resonance, and the sound is, well, higher. It's like choking the string."

"Oh, I get it now," she breathed, her eyes going wide in wonder. "I totally get it! Now I'll be like everyone else and understand how guitar strings work!"

Jeanie squealed in delight and clapped her hands while tippling her feet on the floor. "I feel like such a smartie now!"

She turned toward Alex. "And it's you who I get to thank, Alex. Helpful boys get laid, you know!"

He wasn't quite ready as she tackled him to the floor, kissing him eagerly and fumbling with his belt buckle already. Thanking him wouldn't have to wait until tonight after all.

The door to the study remained wide open.

***

1987, the Royal Ontario Museum...

"You are certain we will not get caught, bella?" the handsome young Italian man asked as he sat on the seat in the private room. It was an out-of-the-way room meant for nursing mothers, and Karen had noticed that it was well off the beaten path and never saw use. She sat on his lap now, her skirt hiked up while she moved up and down, sliding his cock in and out of herself. Her skin was a blush pink now, as she felt her climax approaching.

She leaned back against him, and his hands came up to her large, lovely breasts, fondling them while she squirmed, one of her hands trailing back around his neck. She'd pulled the top of the dress down to allow him access, since he seemed quite enthralled with her bosom. Karen enjoyed the way he tried to not stare.

"I haven't been caught yet," she whispered in his ear before biting it gently. She felt him throbbing inside her, and part of her wished she would let him cum inside. She wasn't going to, but part of her wanted it, wanted his cum. "There is the risk, of course, which I find somewhat thrilling."

She could feel he wasn't far off, and her free hand reached under and found his sac, manipulating it carefully to distract him before he went off. His ardour cooled slightly, even if the barone didn't notice, and she continued to make her way toward her own climax.

Both hands were behind his head now, and she ground on him sensually, squeezing her pussy muscles around him. She wished he had one of his hands playing with her clit, but she would teach him that in time. For now, he was certainly going to help her climax, and that was what counted.

"You take risks, not all of which make sense to me," he panted, trying to keep up with her. Karen knew he was talking about her not letting him cum inside her, but she was willing to run the risk of getting caught. At least she'd agreed to not use a condom this time while they made love.

"Consider it part of my enigmatic charm," she cooed, squeezing around him and making him groan. "Now hold steady, lover, and keep control, please..."

She leaned forward again as she felt the pleasure blossoming through her, and she moved up and down again, spiking herself on him and panting, her skin shining with perspiration. Half a second later, she closed a hand over her mouth and moaned as much as she dared, pressing down on him while she climaxed, her pussy fluttering around his cock and soaking them both.

No sooner had she finished than she pulled herself off him and turned to kneel, spreading his legs and leaning in. The barone groaned loudly as her mouth slipped down his length, taking him into her throat. She bobbed up and down hungrily, doing wicked things with her tongue. She felt his member pulsing in her mouth, and his hands were in her bronze hair. He was trembling and gasping, and she felt him hit his peak...

Trinci shuddered and pushed his hips up, cumming. Karen swallowed the offering readily, shivering through another little orgasm herself as she took his essence down her throat. He made little sighing sounds as he held her, the pleasure tingling along every nerve in his body.

Karen made sure she'd drained him thoroughly before pulling her mouth off his erection and giving him a small smile. The barone still seemed a little wilted as she rose gracefully from her knees. Without a word, she straddled him again and sank down onto his still-hard cock, taking it inside her. She put her arms around his neck, leaned in and him warmly.

"So, I promised you a trip to the museum that you would remember," she whispered, rubbing her nose against his. "Admit it, amore mio, I delivered."

"You did indeed, bella," he admitted tiredly. "I have never had such an experience at a museum."

Karen smirked. "Despite being exposed to all those erotic works of art by the Romans in museums back home? Clearly I need to go and show you what those statues are meant to inspire in people, hm?"

She pulled him to his feet and began dressing him again, making sure he looked presentable. Karen was slightly taller than her lover, so she made a point of standing in a way that didn't make it so obvious. He seemed slightly sensitive about it. She tucked his shirt back into his pants and straightened his collar before seeing to her dress and making sure she looked proper as well.

Of course she did, and even the flush of her orgasm couldn't compromise that.

They walked out of the remote room hand-in-hand, and continued sauntering around the museum, discussing the displays and other ephemera. In a small, dark corner of the marine dinosaurs exhibit, they stood close, holding hands and looking into one another's eyes.

"Will you see me again tomorrow, bella?" he asked, with his charming smile.

Karen returned the smile. "If you continue to show a lady a good time, how can I say no?"

It was a soft kiss in the dark that they shared, everything seeming a world away.

***

Blackwell Manor, the present...

Mike was going over some details about the formal housewarming, including surprises he had in store for his wife. Aside from a few personal preferences about invitees, the menu, and décor around the place, Karen pretty much had no say in what was happening. Frankly, she was more than happy to leave that in her capable husband's hands, since he was even more of an organization freak that she was.

Karen had an errand to run for herself, and she took Jenny with her. She said they might grab a bite while they were out, so made sure Theresa knew they'd be missing for lunch. Not an issue, of course, but he and Karen were very courteous about informing the staff of anything that might affect them or their schedule.

He was walking along the hallway of the third floor now, looking at some printouts that Tatyana had given him. He could have relied on the tablet, but like his wife, Mike often preferred hard copies of certain things that he could check and reference against. If an EMP device exploded over Toronto, he simply couldn't fit the entire manor inside a Faraday cage to protect all the data, could he?

So hard copies were every bit as legit as his electronic records. It was a trait he'd instilled in Alex as well.

So now we have the unveiling of the portrait at fifteen-hundred, he mused as he walked. Inks and fonts were colour-coordinated on the pages, and it may have seemed confusing to anyone else, but he and his wife had worked this system out decades ago, and it ran like a Swiss watch for them. While that is happening, Theresa has the main courses roasting, and then the music-

"Pssst! Hey, Mongo!"

Mike frowned and paused as a familiar voice interrupted his ruminations. He looked over at the entrance of the guest suite he was passing, and saw Janet's head poking past the mostly closed door. She was giving him a mischievous smile and crooked her finger, beckoning him closer.

"And what can I do for you, young lady, as if I don't already know..." he said somewhat dryly as he approached. He now heard Mona giggling inside the room as well. Janet opened the door and let him inside. He felt compelled to point out that in three more days, this room would belong to Baroness Belasyse, but he somehow doubted the two women cared.

"So we were thinkin', you see," Janet said as she closed the door behind him. Not at all surprisingly, she and Mona were naked. "For three-plus decades now, we've been tryin' to sex one another up, and we just can't do it, y'know? We never make it past second base, honestly."

"I'm familiar with the quandary, yes," Mike said, nodding. Why were these lunatics giggling and blushing?

"And the only time we ever manage is when you're in the mix," Janet continued, putting her arm around Mona's waist, while the black woman put her arm around Janet's. They were standing close enough that Mona's left boob was pressed into Janet's right. Nothing unusual there, either. "When we're fucking you, we seem to be able to do things with one another."

"Yes, I've been there," Mike mentioned with a nod. "However..."

"So," Mona said, taking over. "We were talkin' about that, and we wondered if you needed to be involved, or if, perhaps, just havin' you with us, like close by, was enough to keep our motors running."

"Let me get this straight, pardon the expression," he mused, a wry look on his handsome face. "You two want me to stay right here, probably naked, in close proximity to you while you see if you can have full-on sex without my direct involvement?"

"By George, I think he's got it," Janet quipped, grinning. "Whaddya say, big man? Wanna play voyeur and see if Bresc and I can get our sexy on?"

"We know you're already ahead of schedule, so you've got nothin' better to do," Mona added, pre-empting any protest he might make about being busy.

He sighed and tossed his papers down on the nightstand next to the door. "Let me guess, this is where I get naked."

They both nodded eagerly. "Actually, we'll be getting you naked," Mona corrected, moving forward now. "Kinda like foreplay for the two of us, y'know?"

"I'm sure I will," Mike said with an affected sigh. "At your leisure, ladies."

They quickly skinned Mike's clothes off him, leaving him as naked as themselves in mere seconds. They both ran their hands over his powerful body and looked at his large cock hungrily.

"'kay, I'm nice and wet," Janet said rather huskily, turning to look at her friend and potential lover now. "What about you, babe?"

"Wetter than an otter's pocket," Mona answered excitedly, her brown eyes dancing. "Kiss me, slut..."

They took hold of one another's faces and pressed their lips together, kissing each other and sighing. Seconds later, their bodies were pressing, tits squashed together, and they let out a moan. Mike stood there, watching intently, as was his assigned part in... whatever this was.

Of course, he'd been watching them make out for decades now, or at least try to. Kiss one another lovingly and deeply? They could do that. Try to use tongue? That's where things got weird for them. They could roll around naked, squish their tits together and fondle them. But try to use their mouths, or use a hand on one another's pussy? They'd break down giggling and then squabble about who fucked up the moment. Naked wrestling followed.

It was, objectively, hot to watch them. They were two attractive women, after all. Mona was about to turn fifty in May, and Janet would in September. Lisa was technically the oldest in the group, having turned fifty in March. He would in July, and Karen would in August. Jenny was the baby of the group, having been born the following January.

Mona was still built like a dancer, even if she complained about putting on some weight. Frankly, only she was aware of it. She also whined about developing a 'ghetto boo-tay', but once again, that was all in her head. Her afro was still lush and gleaming black, and she was wearing it teased out these days. He'd always thought that was the best look on her.

Janet had always been more slender than Mona, although they were the same height, and their breasts were the same size. Janet's were more pointed than Mona's, they didn't look quite as full. Her brown hair was still well-kept, and hadn't faded yet, which seemed to be a concern of hers down the road.

And of course, both girls had kept their pussies shaved since their university days. They had Karen to thank for starting that trend.

They were still giving one another affectionate, wet kisses when their hands slowly began to slide down each other's sensual forms. Eventually they were both holding on to each other by the butt cheeks, fondling and gently squeezing.

Mike began counting in his head as he saw their tongues come out and try to wriggle into each other's mouths.

Five... four... three...

They broke down giggling, losing their grip on one another. Janet turned to the side and bend over, laughing, while Mona was resting her arm on Janet's back and her face hiding in her forearm while she almost sobbed with laughter.

"You were so close that time," Mike offered, meaning none of it.

"Shuddup, Mongo," Janet wheezed. "We're trying, okay?"

She stood up and cleared her throat, facing Mona again and trying to look serious. "Ummmm... maybe if we were on the bed?"