Shibari

Before Xander could argue, Joel held up his hands and blurted out: "Whoa whoa wait! I need a minute to wrap my head around this!... Alright, how's this? How about you invite me to the wedding when you have it, I'll bring you a really nice gift, and we'll consider this matter between us settled."

"I can live with that," I murmured since that actually sounded reasonable.

Joel sighed in relief. "I'm glad I came over here today!"

"So you're ready to leave now?" I asked.

Joel looked me up and down. "Yeah, especially since I just figured out why your hair's such a mess."

"You think that's a mess?" Xander asked with a grin as he ruffled up my hair. "You should see him when he's dripping with sweat, his hair's an absolute wreck then."

"I have actually seen that, but probably not for the same reason," Joel said, seeming perfectly at ease talking about such things with my fiancé. "He always worked his ass off during training, and he'd get sweaty and messy then too, but probably not quite like what you mean."

"Stick around for about an hour and I'll show you," Xander promised with a flirty smirk.

I used my right hand to force him to look at me. "Don't say such things to people like him. I wouldn't want him watching us if he paid us for the privilege."

"Ew, no thank you! I'll just take your word for it that his hair's a sight to see and leave it at that," Joel said as he opened the door and stepped out into the hall. "I'll leave now, and for what it's worth, I've never seen you looking so happy, Ben, so congratulations!"

"Thanks," I murmured in a surprisingly civil voice. "See you around."

"See ya!" He called out over his shoulder as he walked away.

"Now... where were we?" I asked after my door was shut again and Xander was in my arms.

"Right about here," he murmured with a kiss before he grabbed me, dragged me across the room, and flung me onto my bed.

"Mmm..." I moaned in appreciation, flowing with him as he flipped me over and yanked my pants off. With eager enthusiasm, he dove in and used his mouth and hands to prepare me for entry. To my surprise, he got me SO close to cumming, only, it just wouldn't happen for some reason. The tease of anticipation eventually got to me. "I'm ready already, damnit! Just fuck me!"

"Hush," he ordered with a pout. "I don't like it being said like that."

I turned my head to look him in the eye. "Huh?"

"You don't have to call it making love, but saying: just fuck me! -- Well, it makes me feel like this is all just a game to you."

I shifted onto my back so that I could pull him into my arms and give him a possessive kiss. "Sorry. I've never actually used that term before, I was just so frustrated by how long you were taking that my mouth ran away with me."

"Apology accepted," he said, returning my kiss. Then he shifted so that he could push into my warm and willing body.

"Mmm, yes..." I moaned, happy even though it's never exactly fun until he's fully inside me and I've adjusted to him. I hear it gets better with practice and I hope it's true because I plan to do this a LOT! As often as humanly possible.

The moment I was relaxed and urging him to go a bit harder, he started pounding into me with a grinding pace that made us both happy. I quickly lost all track of what was coming out of my mouth, which as I gather, was embarrassing babble and cursing that would have made me die had I realized what I was saying. It felt so good that I couldn't help but made a sound a bit like a squeal when I finally came -- intensely enough that I'm pretty sure I passed out for a minute or two.

Heavy panting when I regained consciousness assured me that Xander had a pretty amazing orgasm too. Happy about this, I snuggled with him until we'd both recovered enough to go again. And then again...

***

The next morning, we drove out to my grandma's house to see what would need to be done, and also talk to the staff to let them know that they'd be working for a B and B soon. I thought at least some of them would want to quit, but to my surprise, they were all happy that they'd have something more productive to do than simply dust.

"This isn't going to be a Bed and Breakfast," Xander muttered in awe. "This is going to be a full on hotel!"

"Nah," I denied as I leaned against him, his hand in mine. "It'll be about six rooms -- in addition to ours. I suggest that we keep the entire third floor as our apartment, of sorts. The first floor can stay more or less the same with the dinning room, library, and whatnot, so all six rooms on the second floor will be our guest rooms."

"Alright... is that a greenhouse?" He asked as he pointed out the window.

"Yep, and there's actually a small hobby farm on the property. My grandma was passionate about quality food until recently."

"That'll probably be a selling point," Xander mused, looking even more excited than before. He kissed me happily. "I really won the lottery when I met you!"

I grinned at him. "That's exactly how I feel about you."

***

On Saturday, Xander went back to his place so that he could break his lease and pack up. He'd recruited a couple of his friends from the club to help him even as I'd recruited Jessica and Hannah. We'd agreed to move into grandma's house so that we could be there every step of the way as it transformed into a Bed and Breakfast. We'd also agreed that if we ended up playing around with our friends from the club, it would be considered the same as playing in the club, which was a good thing because Jessica was damn near impossible to say no to forever.

So it was that Jessica was wearing nothing but cat ears, a collar, and a tail as she packed up my small library. Hannah was wearing a sheer pink silk negligee of some sort that really didn't hide anything, so I couldn't see the point of wearing it. However, it got a little wet as she packed up my bathroom, and that was strangely enticing.

Meanwhile, I was sorting through my closet. "Wow! I didn't realize I had so many clothes! I should probably donate some of this to the Goodwill..."

Hannah came up behind me and massaged my shoulders. "I finished with the bathroom; what should I pack next?"

"Probably my game collection," I replied since it was nearly as extensive as my small library of books.

"No fair!" Jessica pouted. "If she gets to massage you, I want to do it too! Please can I?"

I chuckled. "If I let you do that now, we'll never finish packing!"

Despite my words, Jessica was rubbing my bare chest as Hannah rubbed my back, careful to brush her tits against me whenever she could.

A sound of outrage made me wonder if my mother had walked into my room without knocking. Turning to look revealed Amanda positively seething at me. I raised a brow and frowned at her in confusion.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.

"I heard from Joel," she snarled unhappily. "That you're getting married to a man, but apparently he was lying to me!"

"Oh no!" Jessica exclaimed cheerfully. "That's true! It's so romantic! He and Xander make the cutest couple!" She emphasized her words by giving me a kiss.

"Yeah," Hannah agreed as she pressed kisses to my neck and shoulders. "It's a case of love at first sight. It was clear to all of us who saw them that they couldn't keep their eyes or hands off each other."

I scrunched my face up in thought. "It's probably more like love at second sight, because I'd met and talked to him in class and didn't really think anything special about him until after we woke up the next morning and all I could think about was how wonderful he was."

"He had eyes for only you during that class," Jessica assured me with another kiss.

"And you saw how he melted when you admitted in front of everyone that you like him," Hannah reminded me, her hands now wandering down to my butt, which was still covered by track pants since I'd gone for a run after breakfast.

"I think you melted when he said he liked you back," Jessica added, her hands now caressing my hips.

"You're probably right. Hey, since your hands are practically in my pockets anyway, will you hand me my phone?" I asked, since it was ringing and the ringtone was the one I'd assigned to Xander. She complied with a look that suggested being helpful even without begging for it was good for her. "Hey babe, what's up?"

"Hi Xander," both Jessica and Hannah purred in a sultry voice. I put him on speakerphone so that we could all hear him.

"Hi! Has Jessica begged you out of all your clothes yet?"

"No!" She pouted. "He's so resistant today!"

"I need to conserve my energy until we finish packing!" I protested.

"Oh! You know what would be so hot! If I gave you a blow job right now so that Xander can hear it and get turned on!" Jessica suggested.

The two women helping Xander giggled, sounding every bit as close to him as Jessica and Hannah were to me.

"We can make a contest out of it!"

"Hi Selena," I greeted her. "Are you wearing more or less than a cat?"

She laughed. "I love Jessica's cat tail! As it happens, I'm wearing floppy dog ears and a fluffy tail."

"And I'm only wearing my glasses," Fiona added with a soft laugh.

"Anyway," Xander interrupted before the conversation could get even more off track. "I'm calling because I'm wondering if I should bring my toy collection with us, or throw it all out and buy new. After all, I've used all of this kind of a lot, and even with sanitization, you could feel weird if I use the same toys on you that I've used on others."

I couldn't help but smirk. "Oh? What kind of toys?"

"ALL the toys!" The girls assured me with a husky laugh.

"Yeah, I've kind of got a little bit of everything," Xander informed me.

"Bring 'em and let me go through and decide how I feel about them later," I said since I was now highly interested in seeing them.

"Alright babe! Hey, I've got a Violet Wand and I was actually thinking about bringing it over with me tonight. Feel like torturing me when we go to bed?"

"What's a Violet Wand?" I wondered.

"It delivers small electric shocks," Fiona explained. "I LOVE this thing! Mind if he brings me over so you can torture us both?"

"Oh! Oh! And me! PLEASE say you'll tie me up and torture me too!" Jessica begged.

"Save that for after we move. It can be a welcoming party," I stated.

"A house warming party!" Selena corrected with clear glee in her voice.

"STOP TALKING ABOUT PERVERTED SHIT AND EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON!" Amanda roared in fury.

"Sorry babe," I sighed in defeat. "I'm going to have to let you go. My ex-girlfriend is here wondering what's going on."

"Oh... Good luck with that. Sorry I can't be there to support you."

"Thanks," I murmured before hanging up. Then I gave Hannah and Jessica each a quick kiss. "Can I ask you ladies to please continue packing while I talk with Amanda?"

"Sure thing, hon!" Jessica agreed as cheerfully as ever.

Once Amanda had my full attention, she must have decided that talking with two other women in the room was better than me telling her to leave, so she purposely ignored them and focused on me in return.

"After you dumped me," she began in an angry tone. "Once I cooled down a bit and thought it over, I thought you were just going through a phase. But now, I find out that you're getting married to a man, AND WHORING AROUND WITH A COUPLE OF ABSOLUTE SLUTS!"

"Can it be called whoring if there's no money involved?" I wondered even though that was completely not the point.

"THAT'S what you respond to?!"

I waved my hand to let her know that I understood where she wanted me to go. "Listen, I know that because we were together for nearly three years, you still think of me as someone you care about -- just as I care about you. But I broke up with you, so what I do is none of your business."

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" She screamed in extreme frustration. "No matter what you said, you are NOT the type of person to sleep around! And when the hell did you turn gay?!"

"Right about the exact moment I met Xander," I admitted, deciding that trying to define my sexuality at the moment would just be confusing all around. And ultimately not necessary.

"What? Is his dick made of magic?!" Amanda demanded, clearly not able to understand how I could just change my sexuality like that.

This actually sounded really close to what I'd thought once or twice. "Yeah, I think it actually is, but more importantly, you and I started dating when I was just 15. How would I know if I wasn't already Bisexual and just never realized it?"

"You'd have been interested in guys if that was true!" Amanda insisted.

"If I was completely gay, that would probably be true, but I like girls and had a beautiful girlfriend. Why the hell would I look at others?" I wondered with an expression of: Duh!

"SEE!" She shouted in frustration again. "You AREN'T the type to sleep around, so why the hell did you tell me you'd cheated on me?!"

I scratched my ear and looked down in shame. "Alright, I admit that wasn't my finest moment, but I wanted to make you mad enough at me to break up and not immediately try to fix things and try to get back together. I wanted you to never want to talk to me again."

"But why???"

I took a deep breath in and sighed. "You were a big part of my dream for so many years. You were everything I wanted... sort of. We planned for me to go to college only until I was scouted to a professional team. Meanwhile, you were going to try to make it big as an actress, and then we were going to get married and be a famous power couple. But then the dream came crashing down and I felt like I woke up and had to face reality."

"But... we didn't have to break up," she reasoned. "We could have simply gone to our respective colleges until we graduated, and then got married and had a family."

I shook my head. "I can't bear to look at you. Whenever I do, I see that beautiful dream that's never going to happen."

"So... you still love me...?" She asked with a sheen of tears in her bright blue eyes.

"I'm honestly not sure I ever really did. I mean, yeah, I DID love you and planned to spend my life with you, but once I met Xander, I realized what love truly feels like, so now I have to seriously wonder what exactly it is that I felt for you."

Amanda looked down, the tears falling silently down her face. "So it really is over. You really are going to marry some man."

"It really is and I really am," I confirmed in a firm yet gentle voice.

She sighed in defeat and looked up at me, trying and failing to wipe her tears away. "Alright... I'm planning to leave for California on Monday -- school's starting soon and I still need to find housing and a part time job and things like that. My point is that we're not going to see each other for a long time, and considering that you've ignored all my calls so far, we probably won't talk to each other either."

I nodded in agreement. "A clean break."

She shook her head but didn't argue. "Just... a couple of years from now, when I've moved on and can look at you without wanting to repeatedly stab you in the neck with a butter knife, do you think we can meet up and really talk about what went wrong?"

I shrugged. "I guess that'll depend on how I feel when the time comes."

She peered at me. "And... you really didn't cheat on me?"

I shook my head.

She sighed in profound relief. "That's the part that was eating me up the most. I just couldn't figure out when you could have cheated on me without me suspecting anything. I mean I imagine you would have acted so obviously guilty, and you're not a liar either, so you would have told me if I'd asked you what was wrong."

"True," I murmured.

"Alright," she said, her tears finally stopping. "I think I can start to move on now. I hope your boyfriend makes you happy."

"He does," I informed her with a warm smile that I just couldn't keep off my face. "And I hope you find someone better than me as soon as you move to California."

She scoffed. "That's the problem, I don't think there ARE men better than you! But I'll try to keep an open mind."

After that, neither of us said another word and she left. After a moment of silence -- in which I was wondering what her future kids would look like and hoping that they would make her happy and fulfilled -- my helpers each placed a hand on my shoulders.

"Want us to comfort you?" They asked in warm sympathy.

"You know what? I really really do," I admitted and let them lead me to my bed.

***

It took a little more than three months for our Bed and Breakfast -- which Xander named a somewhat corny sounding Rainbow Haven -- to be ready for official guests. On the first day, I was basically helping out as a sort of back up porter and problem solver. We'd agreed that Xander was the Manager/front desk person, while I was going to oversee the staff and help with planning things like special menus and events. Thus, I was currently standing around the corner, spying on him as he greeted our very first guests.

"Thank you for coming here even though fall is not an ideal time to take a vacation," Xander said, giving them one of his best smiles.

I nearly swooned. "God he's gorgeous!"

The cook laughed softly behind me. She'd once been a professional chef and had worked for my grandmother for about ten years prior to us taking over the mansion. "He really is. You got lucky with that one!"

"That's what I keep telling him, but he doesn't believe me," I grumbled.

She laughed again. "Just wanted to let you know that I decided to make lobster bisque after all, since this is a special occasion."

"Mmm, sounds good," I stated, looking forward to it, even though the two men who were staying with us were already flirting with my fiancé and chances were high that they'd continue to do so during dinner.

"And the dining room is over here. Dinner will be served at six, but all meals and even snacks are included with your stay, so feel free to pop into the kitchen any time you get hungry," Xander explained as he led them into the dining room. He was walking backward to see them, but then he turned and saw me spying on him. He immediately lit up like Christmas had just come early. "And this is my future husband. Benjamin, come say hi to our guests."

"Hi," I greeted them as I walked closer. The moment I was within range, he pulled me close and gave me a quick but sizzling kiss.

Our guests purred in happiness for us. "This is our 5^th anniversary. We can tell you that it's not always easy to be in a gay marriage, but if you just keep working on it, it's the best thing in the world," one advised.

His husband added: "And it doesn't hurt to keep looking at each other like that. It helps you remember why you fell in love in the first place, which keeps your marriage healthy."

"I'm looking forward to it," Xander replied with another bright and happy grin.

I kissed him because nothing in the world could have stopped me from kissing him at that moment. "So am I." We rather embarrassingly got lost in staring at each other for a long moment, until a bell above the door jingled to let us know that our next guests had arrived.

"Love you," Xander said, giving me another quick smooch before rushing off to greet them.

"Love you too!" I called after him before turning to finish the tour. Judging by the pounding of my heart and the fact that I completely didn't care about embarrassing myself in front of strangers, this was real and had the potential to last forever. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to marry him and adopt a bunch of kids with him, but sadly, that was an adventure for another day.