Unblended Ch. 09

I felt a hand caressing my cock through my pants, and I turned to see Helena and Trisha both kneeling in front of me. "So, we still need to get some 'samples' before you go..." Helena said seductively as Trisha reached up to unclasp my belt.

"And give you some, as well," Trisha added.

*****

To my deep shame, I didn't last very long at all. They collected my first orgasm in a series of sample cups as they traded off stroking me. I blame the torrid makeout session they shared as they did it and especially the sight of Trisha inhaling Helena's tits when she finally popped them out of her blouse. They were generous F-cups by my estimation, with sizable peach-colored nipples and areolae, and Trisha seemed to enjoy playing with them almost as much as I would. And did, when I'd finally emptied out and needed a minute to recover.

I came twice more, once for each doctor, as they each gave me incredible blowjobs. Helena started first, and I nearly lost my mind when I finally got my lips around Trisha's feminine member. Helena's lips and tongue were exquisite on my cock, and my pleasure was multiplied by Trisha's thrusting in and out of my mouth. After only a few minutes, I was cumming again, and Helena moaned deeply as I filled her mouth. Trisha, not wanting to be left out, guided my hand to her soaked cleft, and she started spurting hard when I slid two fingers into that warm cavity. I was instantly flooded with spicy-sweet cum, the flavors of ginger and brown sugar foremost.

I was still hard as they exchanged places. Trisha gave me another session with her expert mouth as my longtime crush straddled my face, begging me to lick her pussy. She placed her hands on the sides of my face as I drove my tongue deep in between her nether lips. She tasted like strawberries and cream (hur hur), and I was exploding in Trisha's mouth before I knew what happened. I suddenly heard myself begging Helena to cum for me, and she placed the head of her gorgeous cock at my open mouth as she stroked herself to a very messy and tasty conclusion.

Somehow, the two doctors were immaculate afterwards, whereas I was a cum-doused mess. I was thankful that my shirt had vanished at some point, and Trisha appeared with it and a damp towel before whispering something to Helena and heading off to attend to other duties. Helena stayed with me as I did so, and she pulled me into her lap for another kiss before letting me get dressed.

"So, what now?" I asked.

"We're going to shuffle the personnel you're seeing to try to maintain some propriety," Helena started. "I'm transferring your files and case history to a colleague of mine, Dr. Seaver. She'll be your primary care physician from hereafter. She's good, you'll like her." The name was familiar, I'd seen her once or twice when Helena was away on vacation, and I wondered if Johnny from D&D Club might be related. "Trish is going to continue working with Maggie as her research assistant, but neither of us will be attending your appointments from now on."

That stung a little. Helena had been my doctor for practically my entire life, but I understood the need to not fuck one's active patients.

"I get it, but why the changes?"

Helena smiled. "Maggie wants to keep your case as ethically above board as possible. You can't be getting sexual favors from your doctors and then have them turn around and make requests of you for the study, it's a bad look."

"Sounds like a harassment suit waiting to happen."

"You bet. So, your medical appointments will be with Maggie and Jennifer, Dr. Seaver."

"And how do I make appointments with you and Trisha?" I asked, a sly grin creeping onto my face. Helena smiled and blushed hard.

"We'll figure something out."

*****

I eventually left the hospital and took my time driving over to Gina's. My shift wasn't due to start for another hour, but I figured Gina wouldn't mind me showing up early to get a jump on things. I parked behind the shop and walked in through the rear entrance, absentmindedly grabbing an apron and throwing it on as I went up front. It looked pretty quiet still: Gina and Julia were shaping dough and arguing, as usual, and I was surprised to see Lexi Foster aproned up and talking to her sister Laurie. They looked up and greeted me in unison, which got the Torettis' attention.

"Hey!" Gina said, clapping me on the back. "Couldn't wait to get started, huh?"

"Guess not," I said, smiling.

"Well, lemme give you the dime tour, we moved some things around since you been here." Gina walked me through where to find everything, which fryer was oil for the fried stuff and which was boiling water for pasta, and got me set up in their PoS system. I wouldn't be taking phone orders right away, if at all, but I appreciated the refresher. Julia took a phone call, and Gina had me watch how the order went in. It all seemed pretty intuitive.

"Alright, kid," Gina said, handing me the order ticket that printed off, "get to it."

Two pizzas, a meat lover's and a Kevin McCallister special (that would be a large cheese pizza). I made the meat lover's first, knowing it would take longer to cook given the additional toppings. I was a little surprised how easy it was to assemble from memory: a lump of well-rested dough, stretched easily to fill an oiled aluminum pan. A ladle of sauce, spread out almost to the edge. Some cheese, not much to start. The meats: pepperoni, sausage, crumbled bacon, Canadian bacon presliced into matchsticks. More cheese to just barely cover everything. Onto the metal peel, into the oven. Start the timer: 15 minutes. The cheese pizza came together even faster, going in at 12 minutes remaining. Time enough to clean the prep area, oil replacement pans, check the ingredient levels, refill the pepperoni bin. Turn off the beeping timer. Pull the meat lover's, slide it out of the pan into the unfolded box. Slice, slice, slice, slice. Fold the box. Do the same with the cheese pizza. Stack the boxes in the warmer with the ticket. See the new orders that came in. Live. Pie. Repeat.

Business picked up right at 6 per Gina's prediction, and I made a note to get in early to beat the rush on future weekdays. We were hopping all night, and I got into the flow of things real quick. It wasn't long before I was working through multiple orders at once, weaving in trips to the fryer as necessary. Lexi and Laurie had their hands full with a crowded dining room, and Julia occasionally went out to help deliver orders or drink refills. Andie Parker and Molly Wilson, Gina's delivery drivers, cycled through every so often to drop off collected payment and tips and to load up for the next run. Andie was a junior in my AP English class, I saw her pretty often. Molly had graduated with Julia and was studying at UMass Lowell. I didn't get a chance to talk to either of them much that night, but they were both happy to see me.

Gina was a battlefield commander at the front of the house, snapping orders and picking up slack where necessary. Her practiced eye and nose saved a few pies from getting burnt when Julia and I were swamped with other orders, and she was a constant stream of helpful advice as the night wore on.

Eventually, someone started up the jukebox, and I found myself singing along from the kitchen with Julia. She really enjoyed when Billy Joel came up, and it was a while before I noticed her letting me sing those on my own. She seemed very impressed when I ran some garbage out to the dumpsters behind the restaurant and was somehow right on beat when I got back. Unfortunately, because I was working in the back most of the time, I missed the girls when they came through after the football game (they won! Up, Dragons!), but they gave Lexi a message for me. I needed a minute to recover from the intense kiss she planted on my lips, to Gina and Julia's amusement. They thought it was even funnier when Laurie came back to deliver a similar message, this time with an insistent grope and some earlobe nibbling. Gina had to retreat to the office to recover when Julia volunteered to go out and see if they needed anything else.

It was a blast, and my shift was up before I knew it. I got another slap on the back from Gina when I clocked out, and she showed me where my share of the tips would go every night. I thanked her again for the job, and she waved it off, saying she might finally get to take some breaks. Julia followed me out to my car when I left.

"You okay, slugger?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I've just been going all out today. Thanks for carrying me tonight."

"Pfft, you were fine, just rusty. Hey, Ma is real glad you're back." Julie offered me a hug, and I took her up on it. We both smelled like pizza sauce and fryer grease, and it wasn't unpleasant. Her curves melded into my body and caressed me in all the right ways. "That goes for me, too."

"Thanks, Julie."

She headed back in as I slid into the driver's seat and made for home. I was still pretty when I got there. I fully expected my parents and Denise to have retired to their chambers, so I was surprised to see them all in the living room working on a bottle of wine. They were all in casual sleepwear and looked to be having a nice, relaxing evening. The smell of smoked ribs hung in the air, and a rumble in my gut reminded me I hadn't eaten anything since lunch. I also probably needed a shower and a change of clothes pretty badly.

"Jesus, Ace," Mama said, "what marathon you been runnin'?"

"Oof," I said, collapsing onto the couch next to Mom, "sorry, I've kinda been full-tilt today." Mom put her arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

"You stink," she said, which got a laugh from Mama and Denise. My stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly, which made them laugh harder.

"I didn't think to grab anything at Gina's, it was pretty busy," I explained. "There any ribs left I could take into the shower with me?"

"Wow, that brings me back to 2L," Denise said.

"Right?" Mom added with a chuckle.

"No food in the shower, ya weirdo!" Mama said. "Go get cleaned up, I'll fix you somethin'."

In a half-hour, I was seated at the table wolfing down a plate of warmed ribs and potatoes and chatting with Mama about my day. It was pleasant enough conversation, though I was more focused on eating than talking. It didn't help that we were both trying our level best to ignore the energetic makeout session occurring about ten feet away from us. Apparently, my funky aroma was enough to get Mom's motor running, and Denise immediately took advantage of it.

"So, is this the Kansas City sauce?" I asked, tearing a strip of meat off a rib.

"Yep," Mama said, beaming. "I've been wantin' to try sweeter for this go-round, I like it. Could be a little spicier."

"You should talk to Tanya's mom," I said, "she made pork shoulder for the party on Saturday with a Kansas City sauce, it was so good."

"Really? We might have to do an exchange one a' these days."

The moaning rose a few levels in intensity, and I quickly finished my meal before they really got into things. I wished everyone a good night, and Mama followed me upstairs. We ended up brushing our teeth together before kissing good night and going to our respective rooms. It wasn't much long afterwards when I heard hurried footfalls dash past my closed door and a faint squeal of delight through the walls. Luckily, my body decided to tap out, and I'd barely gotten the lights turned off before I faded into oblivion.