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"So after the hotel weekend I'd told Nia I was on a 'path', that's the word I chose. That was what Candace and Keisha were doing for me. Well, Nia told me she was on a path too, and I can only guess that that was a path guided by you." Rita nodded readily, with no shame or reservation. "So I'm going to ask her what I just told you, maybe as early as tomorrow, if we could be like that, and not do sexual things on our own, apart from the other." Rita was nodding along, looking at me proudly.
"And anyway, I know you have your research and all, and I don't think you want to, I don't know...abuse...any of us, so I was hoping that it would fit your plans if, well if Nia could be released from her path so she could be free to make that choice with me of her own accord." I wiped my eyes and apologized for crying again.
Rita pulled me to her and held me close. "Oh Mark, you poor dear! You've been worried about that this whole time? Sweetie, after you two hit it off so well I dropped her from my research (other than the journal and talking to each of you like this), and she's been free to make her own decisions for a long time now. Not that she wasn't before; I only ever offer my young women (and men like you) choices or suggestions. I'll leave it to Nia to tell you what has or hasn't transpired for her since that weekend, but know that I would never try to influence a budding young romance like yours one way or the other."
I broke down essentially bawling, a great unknown having been lifted from my heart. Rita held me more tenderly than she ever had and let me work through my relief. And I noticed she was calling me Mark, and not the proper 'Mr. Livingston' she'd used since that weekend. Then reading my mind, she even released me from the promise of doing anal sex with her first (of anyone, not just Nia), and along with it the suggestion that I come to her if I wanted to experience deep-throating. I sobbed even harder, because those two things had also been on my mind, and I hadn't been looking forward to having that conversation with Rita. But she'd just deftly made that a non-issue.
"I don't know what I was thinking that day, and I shouldn't have interjected myself into the project like that. I could give you some reasons, but I don't want to make excuses. Just know that I'm sorry and I wish I could take it back because of the anguish it caused you. I'm afraid that I underestimated you, Mark. You're less driven by sex than most young men I've known, and seem to be really a romantic at heart. I applaud you for that, and wish you and Nia nothing but the best.
"But if I may say this: if you and Nia make that pact with each other, I'd be honored if you'd consider me for one of your sexual partners. I'll leave it at that, and I won't say anything at all about it to Nia. Now, your eyes are puffy so let me get you a cold compress before you go back to the party." She went to the kitchen and soon came back with a wet towel, plus another one with ice bound up in it. Dabbing at my eyes she said they looked better now. "Good night, Mr. Livingston."
"Good night, Miss Dominic." And just then I heard Gabby coming down the 3rd-floor stairs, so I went over to the base of the main stairs to meet her. Remember from Ch19 that Gabby was French-Canadian from Ontario which gave her exotic features and made her very light-skinned, with long straight black hair with a hint of brown. She had a cute little upturned nose, long legs and a high waist, fuller breasts than even Candace, and a sexy French accent that made my heart flutter.
As she descended the stairs from the relative darkness on the floor above, it was those long bronze legs that first appeared, begging a young man's eyes to follow them up and up into her short white skirt. Then the slightly-flaring hips, followed by the thin midsection, and then the overhang of her C-cup bra. Her graceful neck, tendons outlined on each side, led to her delicate chin, then the cute nose, and finally her eyes, the most exotic part of her features, as much for their shape as for their green irises.
I'd been feeling especially loving for Nia during my talk with Rita, but I have to say that I almost creamed my pants while I was drinking in Gabby's beauty step-by-delightful-step. And I'd begun to think that the first person Nia and I were intimate with together ought to be Gabby. (It would be 'again' of course, but it would be different this time.) I'd like to say that was because I wanted to touch her just so again and give her those same sensual feelings as before, but a bigger part of me wanted to selfishly get my hands and lips on her sensuous body. All over her body, again and again... And then she spoke in that electrifying accent and I had to look away so she wouldn't see the lust on my face.
"Are you okay, Mark? Have you been crying? Did I take too long and now you're mad at me?"
"No, no, no, Gabby, it's not that at all. Rita and I were talking about Nia and I, well I got a little overcome."
Holding her right hand up for me to take before she took the last step down, Gabby said, "Nia is a very lucky girl: I truly meant all those things I said before." As I led her to the hall closet to get her coat I remembered the phrase, "quote, if you want to keep him, unquote." And I had to swallow hard, wondering if I shouldn't have brought Nia with me after all. We stepped out and Gabby locked the door with a key, then turned and took me by the arm like women do. At the end of the sidewalk I turned us right to where the minivan was parked near the property line. There weren't many streetlights in this section of road, and the car was shielded from the house by a big evergreen bush/tree thing.
I opened the door for Gabby to get in, then waited while she buckled her seatbelt. She said she was having trouble with it and asked if I could help. As naïve as the day is long, I leaned over her to fasten it. I'd no sooner popped up from that than she pulled me in for a kiss and took my right hand and placed it on her breast. Through the fabric and in a bra, of course, but that sensation plus her lush lips and probing tongue, along with whatever male-mind-numbing perfume she was wearing made me almost forget my resolve of just a few minutes ago. And my body let her hold me far longer than my brain wanted me to before disengaging.
"Mm. Ah. Listen Gabby, can we talk about that on the drive over?" She tried to pull me back in (her right hand still behind my neck and her left still gripping my right wrist), but when I added, "Please?" she let me go, looking more than a little hurt. Like I didn't find her attractive or something. As if that were even possible. I hurried around to my side because I didn't want to give her time to stew on it and get bitter. Quickly starting the car and pulling out into the empty street, I drove slowly and said, "Gabby, you asked if I'd been crying. Yes, I had, because I'd just told Rita that I was falling deeply in love with Nia. Not just her body and the sex, but for her mind and the way she makes me feel." I glanced over at Gabby to find her looking at me, tenderness and not rejection on her face now.
"I know you like me, and I'm deeply, deeply honored by that. And I have to tell you that I find you super-attractive, so please don't think it's anything like that. I absolutely loved our time together last weekend, and when you came down the stairs just now I--well, let's just say we almost had to go by my place for some clean underwear." She got my meaning and giggled. With a sexy French accent somehow. "I also told Rita that I was going to ask Nia tomorrow if we could be more monogamous..." A quick look at Gabby showed her face starting to crumble. "Not completely monogamous, but that we'd only enjoy other people if we were both present." And then predictably, her face brightened immeasurably, because she knew what that meant.
I parked, 3 blocks away this time, and then finished, "So if you could just give us a few days to talk through this and figure out how it might work, then if she agrees, I'll be happy to touch you like that again, and like I did last weekend. And to be completely honest, in the many more ways I've dreamed of touching you." Gabby squealed in delight and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, saying she would give us time to work it out.
I walked around to her side and opened her door. After she'd unbuckled I stepped down off the curb, blocking her exit, and grabbed her around the waist as best I could. "Gabby, part of my motivation for coming to get you alone was just so that something might happen between us." She smiled broadly at me. "I thought that was just the alcohol talking, that you didn't really think of me that way, so I have to tell you that I'm extremely flattered that you do." She was looking at me now with almost-love; or at least something that could become that.
"And I want you to know that I see you as more than a sexy girl. I think of you as my friend, though I really hardly know you. And more importantly, as the best friend of my girlfriend, and that's something I treasure more than the thought of experiencing your lovely body. Because I'd never want to come between your and Nia's friendship." Gabby nodded soberly, perhaps really thinking about the implications of the thing she'd tried to initiate.
"But if you'll allow me now, I'd like to kiss you how you wanted to kiss me earlier. I know that would be alright with Nia even without having to ask. And more importantly, it'll be alright with my moral code. May I do that now, my good friend and perhaps future shared lover?" Gabby melted into me, no words were necessary.
We kissed with passion, me crushing her to my body with arms behind her back, she pulling my face into hers with hands behind my head. She got all breathless and steamy, and my dick grew in my pants. After a couple minutes we seemed to simultaneously pull apart, knowing that it was enough. "Good now?" She smiled and said yes, her face a lovely shade of light pink from the eroticism and exertion.
At the door we were greeted by Reggie again. I quickly had an idea, so I took Reggie aside. "Reggie, do you know if any of the guys here speak French, maybe they're from Toronto or something?" He thought about it and said there might be 1 or 2. "Well Gabrielle is from Toronto and speaks French, and it might be cool for her to meet someone else who does." He said he'd work on it, 'bro.' I gathered up Gabby and took her to the kitchen for drinks. "Red or orange? They're both spiked." She chose red and I filled 2 cups half-full, then led her to the stairs, letting her go first.
Coming down behind her I saw several guys looking admiringly at her and a pang of jealousy shot through me. But I had to quickly squelch that: Gabby was her own woman and I had no claim on her. In fact, hadn't I just asked Reggie to set her up with someone? I took us around to where we'd been sitting, and only Trey was sitting there. "Trey, I'd like you to meet Gabrielle, Nia's roommate. Gabrielle, this is Trey." Trey stood, took Gabby's offered hand, said he was enchanted to meet her, then bent at the waist and kissed the back of her hand. The brother was smooth, I'm tellin' ya. Gabby blushed and sat near him. Not too close, of course.
"Where are the girls?" Trey nodded toward the dance floor. I looked in the area we'd been dancing before and didn't see them.
"The pole." Oh dear God. There was a big circle of mostly guys around the pole, and then a group of girls closer to it, each taking turns doing whatever on the pole. The party had gotten rowdier since I'd left. And then I noticed what song was playing: Candy Shop by Fifty Cent. I saw Kyla's head, because she was taller than most of them, so I figured the others would be gathered around her. I downed my drink and asked Trey and Gabby if they wanted to go over. They said no, Gabby adding that she hadn't drank enough yet.
Hoping to remedy that so I could see her lovely body in motion, I went off for drinks. "Trey, you want 'nything?" He didn't. I was soon back with 3 cups of red, all pretty full. Leaving Gabby one I threaded my way through the few people dancing and then to the edge of the ring of mostly-male spectators. I tried to peer through the crowd to find Nia, but I couldn't see any of the girls, except the back of Kyla's head.
Then the song changed to Goodies by Ciara and I saw her. Climbing the pole. Oh dear God. At the top she locked her legs around the pole in an outstretched V, then with her hands made herself twirl around it. "Man, that girl is hot! I seen her dancing earlier." "Yeah, I think she's a freshman. Did you see her dance at the ZP party last weekend? Holy shit, she threw that tight little body all over her boyfriend!" "Fuh real?" "Yeah man, it was like she was possessed or something. Everybody stopped dancing just to watch her. Man, she got a tight body! Look at her now."
I looked and Nia was on the ground now, but had her right foot all the way up the pull in a standing full split. Her right hand was on the pole and she was somehow spinning herself around it. All the girls were cheering her on. I moved left around the circle of guys to get away from the two dudes who'd been talking about her, then worked my way through the ring of guys, using the excuse that I was bringing a drink to my girlfriend. They were only 3 or 4 deep, so it wasn't too hard.
I aimed for Kyla, and found Candace next to her, dancing and shaking 'dat ass'. I sidled up behind her and tried to match her rhythm. At first she didn't even look back to see who she was grinding on, but then she did and cried out, "Mark! You bad boy!" And she ground against me even harder. "May I have a drink of that?" As I was handing her mine and telling her she could keep it, someone pushed up against me from the back, startling me. I looked and it was Nia.
"Hey, baby! Is that for me?" She was hot and sweaty and drank down half the cup. I started to turn around to face her but she held me in place by my hips. "Keep grinding against Candace, get yourself hard on that beautiful butt." So I did, right? Any guy would. Nia reached around me and grabbed Candace's hips, smashing me into her and herself into me. Candace looked back and saw what was going on and then really started banging me with it, grinding and dropping and rising back up all through my dick, which had fulfilled Nia's request.
I felt a different movement from behind and when I looked it was Keisha grinding her groin on Nia's little butt. Me and all three of my girls in a butt-grinding conga line: could it get any better than that? My dick said, Yeah, it can get a lot better than that! Why don't you work on getting all 3 of them in bed tonight, when you drop the girls back home?
That sounded like a great idea, so I filed it away for later. I wasn't going to come right out and say it, but I might say leading things, or drop some innuendos. Another girl was on the pole now and she'd taken off her shirt, her large brown breasts spilling over her bra. The guys were going wild now, telling her to Take it off!, Take it off! I was hoping she would too, but she only pulled her bra down until just the tops of her large areolae were showing. That's as wild as I ever saw the pole-dancing get.
Pretty soon they played Gold Digger by Kanye and it was one of my current favorite songs and I wanted to dance with Nia to it. So I extricated us from the booty train and pulled her outside the ring of guys to an open space. I danced behind her, holding her close to me. "I heard two guys talking about you a little bit ago. One had seen your dance last weekend." She moaned and sank into me, crushing me with her back and little booty.
"What did they say about me?" She was moaning and I took a quick swipe at her crotch when I thought no one was looking, which made her gasp and ask me to do it again. I could tell she was super-horned up and ready for sex.
"They said you have a tight little body they'd like to lick all over, and that your dancing was incredible." I improvised a bit with the 'lick you all over', but I wanted to plant that idea in her head.
"Mmmmm. Touch me again, baby..." I maneuvered us behind a guy who was holding his girl the same way, using them as a shield, then blatantly put my hand between her legs and using the knife edge of palm and little finger I frigged her mercilessly through her skirt and panties. "Oh my God, Mark, keep going, baby, just a few more strokes!" I pulled away quickly with the excuse that someone was looking. It was a lie, but a little one. "Oh baby I was so close! Can we find somewhere for you to finish me?"
"We probably can, but first, do you think you can get permission from Rita to be out past 2 tonight? Maybe all night?" She'd whipped her phone out and started texting as soon as I'd said 'permission.'
"That's sent, let's find somewhere now..."
"Hold on, baby. Gabby's here and maybe we should go talk to her."
"Grrrr, you're right." She'd turned around to face me and was holding me tight. "Just hold me till I come down a bit?" A slow song was playing, I don't remember what. After a few minutes I felt her heartbeat slow and she was ready to go find Gabby. She was still sitting where I'd left her, and Kyla was back beside Trey. I didn't know where the girls were. Gabby's face lit up at seeing us, and she stood to give Nia a big hug. They talked quietly for a minute while I sat next to where Gabby had been.
"Anybody know where Candace and Keisha are?" Kyla thought they were still in the group of girls at the pole. Good, they probably needed to have some fun, especially Candace, because it hadn't been that long since she and Derek had broken up. "Anybody need drinks?" Most every hand went up, so I went and got 4. Coming back, 2 went to Trey and his girl, and 2 to the roommates, who were sitting together now, leaving me on the outside of Nia. I was driving and probably didn't need anymore, but I did sip a little of Nia's. Then Hollaback Girl came on and both girls dragged me to the dance floor.
I say 'dragged,' but of course I was only play-resisting. What guy in his right mind wouldn't want to have these two hotties dancing up on him? I hoped Nia would put herself behind me and give me the sight of Gabby in the front, and that's the way it played out. I never did ask later if that was on purpose or not. I'd never danced with Gabby, but God what a sight: her blouse was thin and silky with a plunging neckline, and her bra was one of those that let her ample breasts sway and bounce. She backed her butt against me a couple of times, and though she didn't grind too hard, I almost busted a nut.
I saw a couple guys looking at me enviously, or checking the girls out, I wasn't sure, but I prefer to believe it was envy. And then Candace and Keisha walked nearby and Nia called them over. Though they were sweaty and winded, they fit themselves in on my sides and now I had four hot girls dancing on me, squishing me in a tube of sensuous brown skin. Thanks girls for helping me keep a low profile. They were all laughing uproariously, vying to see who could touch me the most inappropriately. I tried to squeeze out, but they weren't having it. And then I really did see several guys looking at me/us with pure envy on their faces. They were probably wondering what I had to attract all these honeys to me, and I'm not sure I could've answered that myself. Dumb luck?
Finally, blessedly, the song ended and some non-danceable song came on, so the girls led me back to our couch. I made a charade of being too spent to walk, so Nia came up under my right arm to support me, then Gabby slipped into my left side, supporting me with her arm around my waist. As we approached the couch I saw Trey grinning and shaking his head in disbelief, giving me a thumbs up.
