Unblended Ch. 07

"Yeah, baby," Tanya moaned, "eat that ass." I dutifully complied, increasing the intensity of my probing. She screamed in delight when I just barely pushed the tip of my tongue into her asshole, begging for more as I hungrily devoured her. I steadied myself with one hand and used the other to start playing with her pussy, tracing along her thick lips before slipping two fingers into her incredibly wet slit.

"Oh, FUCK," she screamed, and I started coordinating my fingers and tongue to penetrate her in tandem. I wasn't sure if there was anything else I should have been doing, but Tanya had no complaints as I drove her to another powerful climax. As she got closer, I wondered if I could shift quickly enough to suck on her head and swallow again, but I didn't get the chance: her hips bucked suddenly, driving my tongue far deeper into her ass than either of us expected, and she exploded immediately. I couldn't help myself and guided her cock into my mouth, sucking and stroking another delicious load out of her.

We spent another 15 minutes or so coming down from this last climax; cleaning up, kissing, and generally having a good time goofing around before getting out, drying off, and cuddling in bed.

"So," I said, "how screwed are you guys?"

Tanya smirked as she played with my hair. "Not really. It sucks a bit for Stacy, she can't show off for scouts if she doesn't have anyone to pass to, but I doubt that will be a problem in the long term. I really think Coach should let Donna give tight end a shot, the o-line is a lot better than I think she realizes."

"I wouldn't mind a shot at Donna's tight end," I said. Tanya laughed, which was the point, before nodding.

"I bet she'd let you, but you have to promise to tell us about her if you ever do."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Donna's real private when it comes to her body. She has special permission to use the coaches' facilities so she doesn't have to shower with the rest of the team, and she gets super shy at parties if clothes start coming off or someone starts a round of Truth or Dare."

I tilted my head at that. "Isn't she seeing anybody?"

Tanya shook her head. "I've never even seen her kiss anyone. I don't know if she's ace or repressed or super body-conscious or what, but we're all kinda concerned for her."

I felt a little bad about not knowing any of this. I liked to think that Donna and I were pretty good friends from our years playing tabletop games together, but I never pressed her for personal details. I suppose her being an HT (short for hyperactive transformer) added a level of intimidation that warded me off a bit: she'd gone from a wispy, 5' nothing nerd to her current 6-foot 10-inch, Mountain Goddess form in the span of a week. I could definitely understand if she had or was working through serious body image issues.

Tanya noticed my pensive state and immediately connected some dots. "Wait, she didn't ask you out or something?"

I nodded. "Or something. We... might have made out a little in her SUV when we got back from dropping Melissa off."

Tanya's eyes went wide as she hugged me giddily. "No way! That's awesome!" She reached around me and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. "You should ask her out. Right now."

I looked at her incredulously. "What."

"Come on," she said, thrusting my phone at me, "you're not doing anything tomorrow night. You should hang out with her!" She was right about that, at least, what with Wednesdays blocked off on our schedules for Ladies' Night. I took my phone and considered my approach.

"What's her number? We've only chatted on the server."

*****

-> Madam, this is Andrew Jacob "Ace" Wayne. I got your number from Tanya so that I might inquire as to your social availability tomorrow evening.

...

<- Hey, Ace! Weird, I had your number already, I don't remember how I got it. Yeah, I'm not busy or anything. You want to hang out?

-> I would, indeed. Apologies for the invasion of privacy, Tanya is looking over my shoulder and taking a vested interest in your social life.

<- ::eyeroll:: That's fair. My teammates are all really sweet, but I kinda keep things close to the chest.

-> No shame in that.

<- Did you tell her about what happened Saturday?

-> I did mention that we shared a few intimate kisses. I did not mention the other thing.

-> That was the wrong thing to say, Tanya is now punching me in the shoulder and demanding further information.

<- LOL. You seriously didn't mention it? To Tessa or Michiko, either?

-> I did not. It seemed an inappropriate breach of trust.

<- I really appreciate that. You should probably tell Tanya, at least. She'll mess you up if you don't, I think.

-> Well, in that case, I should mention that I am still very interested in your offer to watch you stroke your hard girlcock for me.

-> Aaaaaand that's my eardrum ruptured. Awesome.

<- Oh no! Excited, is she?

-> WHAT

<- LOL.

-> In all seriousness, I'd really like to get to know you better. In a non-sexual way first, actually. I feel like a bad friend for not taking a greater interest outside of D&D.

<- No, you're fine. I probably would have pulled back if you did. I'm kinda shy, giantess-level physique aside.

<- Actually, the giantess-level physique made things worse, if I'm being honest.

-> I can understand that. It's assumed that one would have years to grow into that kind of body, rather than days.

-> I will return your honesty in saying that I am incredibly curious to get a peek under the hood, as it were.

<- Oh? Explain, please.

-> Well, I mean, I kind of have a type.

<- Big, busty, and Amazonian?

-> The first two, absolutely. The third, I'm as surprised about that as anybody. Your personal sense of style adds to the whole look immeasurably.

-> Tanya would like it known that she agrees unequivocally. In her own, charming idiom, quote: "Yo, tell her she's a stone fox! DAAAAAAYUUUUUUM!" end quote.

-> She spelled out the DAAAAAAYUUUUUUM exactly as it is printed here. My inner English teacher is mortified.

<- Of course, she did. You're serious about hanging out tomorrow?

-> Absolutely.

<- The girls won't mind?

-> It's Ladies' Night on Wednesdays, I'm not invited.

<- That sounds fun. Meet up after practice?

-> Sure thing.

<- Awesome. I'm gonna go masturbate furiously now.

-> Have fun. I'll see you tomorrow.

*****

I was sliding dinner into the oven when Tanya's mom got home. Jackie Peterson was dressed in a sharp power suit similar to those my own mom favored, but with a LOT more cleavage on display. She was pleasantly surprised to learn I was cooking for all three of us, and I got an excited hug when I mentioned it was stuffed shells and garlic bread with cheese. No wonder Tanya was so insistent on it, it was her mom's favorite.

"What would go with that?" Jackie asked, walking over to the fridge and pulling open a tall storage rack that I'd thought was decorative paneling. It was filled with a wide variety of bottles and boxes, and I suspected Jackie knew exactly what would pair with cheese-filled pasta without asking me for advice.

"Likely a red with body and higher acid than normal," I mused. "A cabernet sauvignon would probably be perfect." Being underage and a complete square when it came to such things, I didn't drink normally. My parents were pretty cool about it, and my access to wine had opened up considerably as Mama took me under her culinary wing. I was no sommelier, but I knew enough about the basics to make informed suggestions.

"Good idea," Jackie responded, withdrawing a pair of small wine boxes and a wide wine glass. "You mind if I borrow my daughter for a bit?"

I smiled and nodded. "We've got like an hour, I'll put some crackers or something together." After pouring one of the boxes into the glass, she and Tanya went over to the 70s-style conversation pit in the living room. I stayed in the kitchen to make the compound butter for the garlic bread, but I could easily hear the Petersons talking about their respective days. I stole a few glances in their direction and saw them cuddling together, Tanya's head resting in Jackie's lap as her mom sipped her wine and stroked Tanya's hair. They looked adorable together, and it reinforced the impression I got of their closeness the previous Sunday morning.

"She'd really be up a creek without you, huh?" I heard Tanya ask as I built a small cheese and cracker plate and walked it over. Jackie patted the cushion next to her and I sat down.

"I just wish she'd get a handle on her temper, then she wouldn't run her mouth at the press when she gets irritated." Tanya sat up as Jackie took some cheese on a cracker.

"Trouble at work?" I asked politely, and Jackie nodded.

"Mom's boss can be a bit tough to handle sometimes," Tanya said, building herself a wagon wheel and eating it whole.

"May I ask what you do for work?" I hadn't asked on Saturday, and Jackie had left before I got the chance to.

"Oh, I'm a PR flack for an IT consulting business," Jackie replied, taking a sip of wine to go with the cheese.

Tanya snorted. "Uh, try 'Executive Vice President of Public Relations' for Damian Information Solutions." Jackie gave her a light slap on the arm with the back of her hand.

"That sounds way more impressive than it is."

I nearly choked on my cracker. DIS wasn't just an IT consulting business, it was the IT consulting business. They had contracts with a bunch of Fortune 500 companies as well as some highly sought-after government/military consulting gigs. Mama had written an article a few years ago for Stars & Stripes on Monica Damian, the founder, president, CEO, and also an ex-Marine (thus the interest from a military-oriented publication). Tessa had mentioned getting calls from one of their recruiters over the summer, which was high praise indeed for a self-taught web developer.

"I don't know," I said, trying to cover my shock, "working directly under Monica Damian is pretty impressive."

"She'd probably like it better if she were directly under me," Jackie murmured before chuckling. "Our PR department generally runs itself fine without any interference from me, my real job is keeping Monica's mouth on a tight leash. She's great with reporters that don't piss her off, but they're few and far in between."

Tanya started rubbing Jackie's shoulders, to the older woman's visible relief. We chatted for a while longer, mostly about classes and the updated sports outlook, when I saw the cheese plate had been thoroughly demolished and went to clean it off. I checked on the shells (they still had quite a while to go) and turned back to the living room where mother and daughter had progressed to making out. This was clearly a normal event in the Peterson home, and I wasn't surprised how relaxing it was for both of them. Their kissing was gentle and slow, and they were snuggled close together with their arms draped about each other. It was heartwarming and intensely arousing, and I decided they would likely appreciate a bit of space.

I made good my escape to Tanya's room and busied myself with some schoolwork. I'd taken care of most of it waiting for football practice to finish, but there were a few items from AP Chem that needed attention. I'd had that all wrapped up when Tanya appeared at the door, looking exceptionally disappointed.

"What's up?" I asked, and she came to sit next to me.

"Mama had a real rough day," she started, "and it just caught up to her. I'm sorry to ask this, but..."

"Is it okay if I take a raincheck for tonight?" I interrupted. Tanya nodded, and she sniffled a bit as a lone tear descended from the corner of her eye.

"I feel bad asking, but she really needs to not be alone tonight and you shouldn't be around for it."

"No worries," I said, packing my messenger bag up. "I set a timer for the shells, just pull them when it goes off and put in the garlic bread for 15 minutes. The shells need that long to rest, anyway."

Tanya smiled and gave me a big kiss. "Thank you so much, I promise we'll make it up to you."

"It's okay. I'll say goodbye to your mom and head out."

I'll be honest, I was definitely bummed to lose out on Tanya time. Less so not getting any of the stuffed shells, but I could make those anytime. I was technically still the new guy on the block, and I honestly preferred to support them in whatever they needed rather than cause problems being a bratty boyfriend. Would I maybe have a little pity party for myself on the drive home? Yeah, but that was to be expected.

Jackie was blowing her nose as I walked through the kitchen, and I waited for her to finish up before getting her attention. It was pretty clear she had been crying and would have preferred I didn't know about it. "Hey," I said, "I let Tanya know what to do with dinner, you should be all set."

"Oh, Ace," Jackie said, walking over and pulling me in to a big, soft hug. "I'm sorry to ruin your first date night. Tanya knows when I'm headed for a big meltdown, and neither of us wants you to see that yet."

"It's okay," I said, returning the hug. "I'd rather you take care of yourselves and stick around longer than any alternative, TBH." I smiled as Jackie gently nuzzled into my neck. "I hope someday I can help with this, but do what you need to. I'll be around."

"Oh, I will, young man," Jackie responded, placing her hand on the back of my neck and delivering a deep kiss. I moaned in surprise as her freakishly long tongue snaked its way into my mouth, and I found myself sucking on it before I realized what happened. She pulled away from me just as quickly, and I had to brace myself against the counter as my knees gave out a little.

"Jesus," I whispered as I regained my footing. I heard Tanya snort behind me as Jackie gave me a small smile.

"You're very kind to say that," Jackie responded, and I nodded.

"Feel free to do that anytime," I said before hastily adding "with your daughter's permission, of course." That got them both laughing, and I turned to give Tanya as deep a kiss as her mother gave me before making my way out to the car.

I wasn't happy with the turn my evening had taken. I was horny, lonely, and a little resentful that Tanya's mom needed extra hand-holding all of a sudden. I hadn't heard of any problems from Michiko about the night previous, when (I assumed) she'd gotten Tanya all to herself. That sent me into a bout of self-loathing at such a gross display of selfishness; after all, didn't Tanya and I attend to each other in her mom's master shower? I should have been thankful for the time I had with her that day, and the time I'd get with her AND her mom in the future, but it was pretty difficult to take the long view when I was rock hard and feeling very sorry for myself.

I got home and checked my phone for messages; seeing none, I cursed my poor luck and tramped inside. It was pretty quiet, and a quick survey of the house revealed my parents were absent, likely on a date night knowing I'd be gone for the evening. I wouldn't have minded attending to their physical needs had they been home, the dutiful son pleasuring his mommies until they left him a complete mess. I smiled at that, before laughing at how fucked up it was. I blame the hormones.

My stomach threatened to take me to court for gross negligence, and I put together a quick sandwich. I was tempted to steal a glass of wine to go with it, but I'd promised never to drink without an adult present and I wasn't so far gone as to break that particular stricture. I grabbed a soda from the fridge and glanced over at the Wall of Sound in the living room. There was only one mildly androgynous man that could shake me out of the funk I was in. I soon returned to the dinner table as the opening strains of Station to Station filled the house.

My mood improved, as it always does when Bowie is playing on the ol' hi-fi, but not nearly as much as it would have usually. I ate quietly and cleaned up before putting away the record, shutting down the system, and heading up to my room. I didn't feel like doing much of anything, but it was still way too early to go to sleep. My homework and reading was all done. Everyone I knew was on a date with someone else I knew. That left video games and porn, and I wasn't motivated enough for video games.

*****

The state of adult entertainment was much evolved from the Before Times, the shift in primary audience from men to blended having drastic effects on both the production and consumption of pornography. For one, the scripting in most major productions was vastly improved, and the acting was also universally better. Sure, there was still a big market for the standard whisper-thin plot giving way to hardcore action, but I'd always preferred getting invested in characters and developing relationships before the sexytimes hit. It didn't at all hurt that said sexytimes generally included busty young women servicing each other's hard girlcocks, but we all know what I'm about so that shouldn't be surprising.

For another, working conditions improved as well. Most production houses adapted quickly when 90% of the talent unionized and conducted a general strike. Around that time, FriendFan and other sites like it came online as a way for anyone to make content available to the Internet at large and get paid for it, through subscriptions, pay-per-view offers, and direct contributions. (If this sounds at all familiar, you probably know the site by a different name that won't be mentioned here for extant legal reasons.) This seemed like perfect timing, as the striking adult stars could set up shop on the site, throw up content they recorded themselves, charge reasonable prices for access, and do an end run around the film industry entirely. When FF reported the gross revenues amongst this sudden influx of new users approached nearly 100 million for a single week, the studios raced back to the bargaining table singing a new tune. Which the performers capitalized on.

When the dust finally settled, where once was a sprawling, highly exploitative, demeaning, and degrading industry, there was now a heavily worker-owned and operated film collective with comprehensive legal protections, progressive benefit structures, and elements of the old Hollywood studio system thrown in to keep things interesting. FriendFan continued to grow in popularity as well, with a surge of amateur performers joining the site to have sexy fun of their own and explore newfound segments of their sexuality, with the opportunity to make a bit (or, in many cases, AN OBSCENE AMOUNT) of money doing so. Once I and my doctors figured out what to do about my current medical mysteries, I fully planned on joining up myself and taking the internet by storm. Which we'll get to, I promise, but minor spoilers: I sure as hell wouldn't have to worry about paying for my car's insurance. Or college, for that matter.

*****

While my computer booted up, I stripped down and laid some towels over my gaming chair before sitting down and flipping through various sites. Nothing looked particuarly appealing on the usual video sites, so I logged in to FriendFan and browsed through my Following feed. It was currently a bunch of free content from girls promoting their VIP feeds, to which I technically wasn't allowed to subscribe, being underage and all (cough cough). That wasn't a problem anymore, and I made a beeline to one particular performer's page to finally take that plunge.

I had a gigantic crush on Jenny Lynx even before she blended. She was a bigger girl with amazing boobs, glasses, piercings, and a strong goth geek vibe based on the posters and figures arranged behind her, and she became... moreso afterwards. Was it all window dressing to appeal to a particular sort of viewer? Possibly. Were Tessa and I exactly Jenny's kind of sucker? Absolutely. We were stoked when she put out her first post-blend video, jerking herself off over her tits and verbally confirming how good it felt. My crush only got worse when she landed the starring role in a live-action adaptation of Michiko's favorite hentai series, Courageous Swordmaiden Excellica. Suffice to say, if I were going to develop a debilitating and financially disastrous camgirl habit, Jenny Lynx would be how it started.