QuaranTeam - Dave in Dallas Ch. 06.5 Intermission 1 - Logan

"Nope. That was two months ago. Apparently, they were only doing the rich shits then -- South Lake, Las Colinas, and so on."

"Rich guys don't generally have trouble banging poor, young, pretty girls." Lacey added wryly.

"No, but I think they were mostly trolling SMU and Baylor at the time. Some of the sorority girls had stuck together instead of going to their parents' homes. Probably saved a few of them. But yeah, now they're some forty-year-old rich guy's mattress."

"I saw plenty at college that would consider that a life goal."

"You too?" Anh asked. Lacey nodded. "Here I thought I was seeing things. Isn't the MRS degree supposed to be a thing of the past?"

"Hey, I don't knock anyone's choices. Don't push people into the work force if they'd rather take care of the home, and kids. Besides, someone's gotta do the community stuff."

"Yeah, just so long as they don't turn out like my boss. If I never again hear one of those entitled Karen bitch voices, it will be too damn soon." Lacey and Logan both chuckled and nodded. "You kinda touched on something there though. I'm twenty. I only have a few classes because the nature of my work had me on call for -- her -- so I only took one or two classes a semester, and that was online. Frankly, I'd be perfectly happy in the home really." She hesitated briefly. "I know, it sounds a bit off compared to what I said a minute ago, it's just, you're taught you're supposed to be this professional go-getter, and if you want a husband and kids you have to be this all-around super mom."

"Anh, I don't want to put any burden or expectations on you. We're all still young, still figuring things out. Lacey just got her degree and has to figure out a career path when half the companies are shuttered. I haven't started college yet, and I don't know if I'll get to. We'll help each other out, whatever comes our way."

Anh grimaced and blushed when her stomach rumbled. "Sorry, I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday."

Logan immediately stood, heading for the kitchen. Well, let's see what we can put together." He stuck his head in the fridge and popped back out. "How about Reubens?"

"I don't know, what do they serve?"

"No," Logan grinned, "Rueben sandwiches. Rye bread, sauerkraut, Swiss cheese and corned beef. And a sauce that's roughly the same as thousand island dressing."

"Oh. Um, I'd kinda like something hot."

"It's usually served warm. At least the meat, and sometimes the kraut. That's how I do it anyway. I can toast the bread too."

"Ok, sure."

They exchanged more tidbits about each other, giving Lacey and Logan the opportunity to share things that they hadn't yet mentioned over the past few days. Anh liked the sandwiches.

"You like sour foods?" Anh asked.

"Sometimes."

"Ever have Bi Bim Bap?"

"No, is that Vietnamese?"

"Korean actually, but I had a friend in high school whose mom made it great from scratch. There's a few -- well, there were a few -- restaurants that made it almost as good. It's sour and sweet and salty and savory, and, well, it's just really good, if you appreciate sour foods. Oh, and an over easy egg, so you break the yolk and it runs everywhere."

"I'll have to try that." Logan replied.

Lacey scrunched her face at the mention of a runny yolk. "I think I'll pass."

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Lacey slept in Logan's old room to give Anh and Logan some privacy. Neither woman had expressed a position for or against bisexual acts.

"Hey, look at it this way, Anh, I got first time with him, you get first time in the new room." Anh just blushed at Lacey's assertion, but followed gamely behind Logan as he pulled her into the master bedroom and shut the door.

Logan stood the two of them at one side of the bed and kissed her, softly. Anh trembled lightly, yet leaned into the kiss.

"Anh, are you ...?"

"I'm not a virgin, no. It has been a while, and I don't have a lot of ... experience."

"Our dance cards are probably about the same length then. Well, until this week," he grinned.

Anh snorted. Then she leaned in for another kiss. Her hands moved to the hem of his shirt and slipped beneath it. She ran her hands over his bare skin, sensing the tautness of the athlete's abdomen. She lifted, pulling his shirt off with his cooperation. Dropping to her knees, she kissed his stomach muscles. The creases. The swells. She rose, kissing up his body, until she met his lips. They embraced and kissed more passionately this time. His hands wandered her back and sides. They pushed around to her front, gently caressing, seeking out the buttons of her light, floral print shirt.

With the buttons all undone, and the hem loose from the start, he slipped the shirt off her shoulders and she let her arms slacken, allowing the garment to flutter to the ground. Logan took hold of her shoulders and pulled her to him, adding hunger to his kiss. Anh moaned and matched his energy. His thumbs snagged the straps of her bra and pulled them down her arms.

Her breath caught as their tongues slipped over and around each other. His broad hands sought and found the clasp and released it. The press of their bodies was now the only thing keeping her bra up. Logan took hold of either end, and stepped lightly back. He released one end, and with the other hand, tossed the garment aside.

He nibbled on her neck as he placed his palms on her thin sides and made circles on her nipples with his thick thumbs.

Anh gasped, then sighed. "I ... I know they're not much --"

Logan stopped immediately, placing a finger against her lips.

Tell her.

Logan smiled in a mixture of emotions. "There are two thing you must understand, Anh. One is that, these," he gave a soft squeeze of her small mounds, "are boobs, and boobs are awesome." Anh rolled her eyes, smiling. "The other -- and this is the important part -- the most important quality of a breast is the woman they're attached to. You, barely knowing me, have been kind and caring. That has endeared you to me. And makes these, a marvelous delight."

He bent his head down, kissing, in slow progression, the upper slope of her breast, then the outside, the bottom, and finally the inner slope. Her chest moved rhythmically, deeply. He locked eyes with her before reaching his tongue out. Her eyes pleaded. She gasped as he placed his flattened tongue against her nipple. her pelvis moved of its own volition as he undulated his tongue up and down. Then he wrapped his lips around her areola and suckled. He worshipped at her breast. Then he switched and gave the same obeisance to the other.

He stood and she kissed him fiercely as each shucked their lower garments. They threw themselves on to the bed. Logan kissed her as he settled himself between her spread legs. Feeling moisture on his lips, he opened his eyes, and sought her face.

"Why are you crying?" Logan asked as he brushed a few locks of hair back behind her ear. He slipped his fingers into her satiny black strands and slowly ran his hand down to the ends.

Her lip trembled slightly and her eyes would not rise to meet his. "I've felt pretty before, but you make me feel like a sex goddess."

"You are my sex goddess."

"What about Lacey?"

"So, I have a pantheon."

"All devoted to sex?"

"Can you imagine a better world?"

Anh giggled, freely, unencumbered by anxiety. Logan kissed her and rocked his body along hers, gentle pressure providing full contact. Anh lifted her legs and pelvis, giving him easy access to her wet and waiting passage.

Logan adjusted his position and nestled his cockhead at her entrance. With his eyes on hers, she bit her lip and gave a slight nod. Logan pushed forward, ever so slowly. Anh gave a satisfying exhale as he entered her.

"YYYeeeeeeeeeesssssssss." She moaned.

A few moments later, his arousal reached the point of leaking precum directly into her. Anh thrashed in the exaggerated climax of the serum induced priming orgasm. Logan held her firmly and carefully, having been through this once with Lacey. As her seizures subsided, she locked eyes with him kissed him with hunger. She spoke no words, but her hips writhing against him spoke volumes.

Logan worked himself within her, building her pleasure, but unable to send her over the edge due to the serum's restrictions. Anh clutched him with her legs and hands, holding him closely as he stroked in and out of her grasping sex. Her cooperative motions built him up quickly and soon he blasted forth several spurts of cum, filling her with the one thing the serum sought.

"HHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo" her cry went wordless, her open mouth straining to make sound beyond its capacity. Her body bowed up against his, pushing him upwards, despite their significant difference in muscle mass. Then she fell limply back to the bed, muttering "Imprinting ... imprinting ... imprinting ..."

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September 26, 2020

Logan woke with Anh snuggled tightly against him, her sleeping face relaxed and content. A soft knock made him realize it was probably the first knock that woke him.

"Come in, Lacey."

The door opened slightly and a blonde head popped through the gap. With a big smile, she said, "Good morning stud, got some work done last night I hear." She giggled when he blushed.

"You can come in ya know."

Lacey took the cue and moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside Logan. A pair of pink boy shorts peeked out from the hem of his well-worn freshman year track team shirt. "She's got awhile yet doesn't she?"

Logan checked his phone. "Yeah, anywhere from right now until, well before noon, I expect."

"Wanna get some breakfast while we wait?"

"I was thinking about waiting for her and eating together. You hungry now?" Her hand sliding over the cover and lightly gasping his thigh suggested food was not the only hunger under consideration.

"Only a little. I could wait."

"Same. How bout we catch something on streaming and plan a brunch?"

"Sure."

Logan and Lacey had paused their second (of the day) episode of a navy police procedural to discuss whether smacking someone on the back of the head was abuse when Anh walked in. She'd grabbed a newer track team shirt, and it dangled low enough not to reveal what she wore beneath it.

"Hungry?" Logan asked. Anh smiled and nodded. "Any preferences?"

"I don't suppose we could make a trip to IHOP, huh?"

"Uh, no. Not really," Logan replied, matching her whimsy. "But, I am decent at pancakes. We also have bacon and frozen hashbrown shreds. For the pancakes, we have syrup, or if you want fancy, we have strawberry preserves and peach preserves. I can warm one of them up, even thin it out a bit if you like."

"Wow, that's new." Lacey interjected.

"You never said yes to pancakes."

"Fair."

The ladies talked while Logan got bacon and pancakes going. He scooped strawberry preserves into one small pot and peach into another, since each lady went for a different flavor. Logan was sticking with syrup.

When the last batch of pancakes came off the griddle, Logan joined his partners at the table. That's when he began to notice the furtive looks and soft smiles Anh cast his way every few minutes. He smiled back.

"Kinda hard not to be smitten, right girl?" Anh blushed at Lacey's assertion. "Relax and join the club." Lacey sent an air-kiss Logan's direction.

"Ah, the burdens I bear."

That got both women chuckling.

"I want to thank you for the things you said last night, Logan. About ..." Anh cast her eyes down towards her chest.

"It's all true."

"Still, when I get a chance to talk with your mother, I'll thank her for raising such a great guy."

A dark cloud passed over Logan's face and he struggled to speak. "Actually ... actually, that was Dad's advice. I've found it to be true every time. I have preferences in a generic sense, but if I like a girl, and she's willing to show me her body, her breasts are amazing. Because they belong to someone I care about."

The doe-eyed looks the ladies gave him confirmed to Logan he'd said just the right thing.

"So, Anh, what are you into?" Logan prompted

"Oh, well, when I can meet with people, I like games, board games, I mean. MMO's are fun too. I need some time for just me though. That's when I read. I love to read. You can go anywhere for no cost!" Anh's laugh was enticing. "Since I have a small space, most of my books are digital. I also read online. There's a few sites that amateur and professional writers post stories to, usually one chapter at a time."

"Oh, is that like Patreon?" Lacey asked.

"That's one of them. Some are free. There are writers that will post to both. You know, they'll put stuff out early on their pay site, and then later it will appear on the free site too."

"What kind of stories?" Lacey prompted.

"Oh, all kinds. No matter what you like, there's a site that has it. Some specialize in just one type, others have a range of story types."

"So, what kind do you read?"

Logan was enjoying the ladies' conversation. It was comforting to see them interacting positively without him. Since he was observing, he couldn't miss Anh's blush in response to Lacey's last question. He started paying closer attention.

"Um, well, lately, uh ... oh boy." Anh cleared her throat. "Okay, promise you won't laugh or yell or anything?"

Confused, Lacey said, "Sure."

"Okay, there's this site, that's very helpful if you're ... a ... lonely. You know, stories that help you take care of ... things ... if it's ... been a while?"

"OOooooh." They said in unison.

Anh blushed hard. "I've been alone in that apartment for a long time."

"No need to defend yourself, Anh, we understand. It's perfectly normal." Logan added, helpfully.

"So, a site about midwestern farm girls meeting traveling salesmen?"

"That, among other things. There's a few authors I follow because they're putting their stories out one chapter at a time, so I get notices when a new chapter comes out."

"Any in particular?"

"Well, there's this one guy writing about a bunch of cosplay girls on a boat, two boats actually, and one of them brings her boyfriend, but right before getting on, she admits she's cheated on him for years, but only with girls, and not recently, so she lets him sleep with any of the girls on the trip that are game for it."

"Wow. Kinda torn, cheating is horrible, but if she's only with other girls, maybe not so much." Logan's reply made both women laugh.

"Well, I think we know what he wants out of us, Anh!"

"It's a fantasy thing, if you're not into it, don't try to make yourself do it, that's no good for any of us."

"Why do guys like lesbian porn anyway?" Lacey asked. Both women fixed their gaze on him.

"Okay, for some it's the hope the women will be bi, and others are certain that they must really be bi. For me though, lesbians are just easier to understand." Both women looked at him like he'd grown a second head. "They intuitively understand that women are hot and guys aren't."

Lacey and Anh burst out laughing for a couple of minutes. Logan used the time to start cleaning up from breakfast. Lacey gathered her self-control.

"Unh-unh, babe. You cooked, we clean." Still chortling, the ladies cleared the dishes and wiped down the table and counters. Then they joined him in the living room.

"Okay," Lacey said, "you were telling us about horny stories online and your favorite ones."

Anh sighed. "Yeah. Oh, one of the best actually has copies out for sale online. and the story is still going. She's at like eight volumes or something. The story is about this guy that inherits a magic house from his aunt, and there's all these monster girls inside. It goes way bigger than that, of course, but that's how it starts."

"I'm not into furry stuff and interspecies ... playing." Logan stated.

"Aw, you wouldn't want me to put on a fox costume with a tail dangling off a butt plug?" Lacey teased.

Logan's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. "Um, ok, maybe, just uh, try it once. We'll see." He blushed furiously while both women laughed. "Any other favorites?"

"Well, the other top one is completed. It's post-apocalyptic, where this doctor from one village is summoned by the leader of a much larger realm to come heal his wife. He's horrified they have slaves, and what they do with them, and one is assigned to him and she treats him like an idiot because he doesn't use her like a slave. It's a beautiful story. Not easy though, beautiful in the way a desert is, you know, sparse, and austere?"

"I think I understand." Logan replied.

"I love that analogy, the beauty of a desert." Lacey added. "I need some canvas and paints."

"How much longer 'til your stuff ships here?" Logan asked.

"No word. With all the deaths around here, they're more fixated on getting women vaccinated and matched with men than they are shipping belongings around."

Logan shook his head and sighed. "Hard heads with no understanding of God or science."

Lacey and Anh nodded sadly.

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