Kid Casanova

A Sullyverse story, based on the Vdate games The Academy and date with Bridgette. Brenda Wade, Ms. Americana and other She-Legion characters mentioned in this story are creations of Mr. X.  Bridgette O’Neill, Didi Lee, Laura Simms, Megan Murray, Olivia Goddard (Goodhead in the game) and all of the names associated with the Academy game were inspired from characters in said game.  Maddison Clark, Crystal Warren, Erica Murphy and Rachel Stevens are also based on their Vdate games counterparts.

Questions? Comments? Drop me a line at comix.fana@gmail.com

Prologue- Thursday night

“Karma’s a bitch…it came to collect yesterday for Amanda Valentine, Bill Ramsey and Sebastian Ferguson. Somehow, I don’t feel so happy…” Luke thought, with a sigh.

He walked away from Bridgette O’Neill’s apartment building and to his car, feeling a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

“It was just too good to be true I guess…Justice Murphy must really hate me...” he bitterly thought.

After a dream date where he had been teased with the naughty things the curvaceous teacher had said she wanted to do to him, the date had ended on a sour note; leaving him blue-balled and frustrated.

“Not like I haven’t had any action with the Students these past few days, but I’m getting fed up with the one night stands…I really like Bridgette; fuck, I think I’m in love with her!” He thought, as he turned the key in the ignition.

As he drove off to his Hotel, he missed seeing the door to Bridgette’s apartment building reopening and Bridgette coming out to look for him.

“So I’ll see her tomorrow morning at the Academy…not awkward at all…that bitch Laura hates my guts, Didi might kick my ass if she thinks I was a jerk to Bridgette; and Megan…fuck…I’m basically being blackmailed into being her pawn thanks to her damned spy-cam network…” Luke thought, hitting the brakes in a panic.

“And karma’s about to bite me in the ass! She has footage of me using a highly illegal clandestine network of closed-circuit cameras! And only now that worries me? What the hell is wrong with me?” he thought, pulling over.

He picked up his cell phone and dialed a familiar number.

“Hello Mikey? It’s your favorite little brother calling…I have a feeling I’m in deep legal trouble, are you still in that ménage-à-trois deal with Rach and Crys? I’m afraid I need Crystal’s legal expertise…in fact, I could use Quentin’s input too, do you still have his coordinates? Good… thanks bro! I’ll grab my stuff from my Hotel room and check out. Thanks a mil Mikey, see you soon…sorry to spring this on you on short notice!” Luke said, hanging up.

“Okay, at least now I have a glimmer of a plan!” he thought, heading to his Hotel.

1- Friday morning

“What a way to start to my time off…no morning nookie, Brenda will be in meetings all day, Mikey wakes us up at one o’clock in the morning, to tell me that Luke needs to meet up with Crystal and me regarding some legal hoopla he stumbled upon during his latest contract…” Quentin Sullivan thought, behind the wheel of his refitted black Lumina.

Luke Sullivan, Michael “Mikey” Sullivan’s younger brother, was a professional photographer.  He had cut his teeth being Mikey’s tour photographer, and then doing several nude shoots with Mikey’s common-law spouse Rachel Stevens; accumulating an impressive portfolio.  Later, he would work for the buxom redhead Maddison Clark, which would lead to a toxic romantic relationship.

“After the crap he went through with his ex-girlfriend Maddison, her head games and her open relationship bullshit, he embarked on a long string of meaningless flings, earning him the nickname Kid Casanova…I guess getting romantically involved with his now ex-boss wasn’t such a hot idea!” he thought, as he crossed the bridge to South Delta City.

He pressed the Bluetooth button on the steering wheel.

“Please say a command.” The Bluetooth assistant’s voice replied.

“Dial secure line 1 from the contacts list.” Quentin said.

“Dialing.” The Bluetooth assistant’s voice replied.

After a short ringtone, She-Legion AI assistant Annie answered.

“She-Legion secure channel, Annie speaking, please identify yourself.” Annie replied, her voice sounding strangely like Kate Winslett’s.

“Special Agent Quentin Sullivan, security code 1.0.1.” Quentin said.

“Voice biometrics match, welcome Special Agent Sullivan, how may I assist you?” Annie said.

“Hello Annie, Brenda will be in busy meetings all day and I don’t want to disturb her; could you take a voicemail message and send it straight to her cellphone’s inbox?”  Quentin asked.

“Absolutely, please start recording at the tone, and hang up when you’re done. I shall forward it to Ms. Wade’s personal voicemail box once you’ve finished; Special Agent Sullivan.” Annie replied.

“Thanks Annie!” Quentin said.

“You are welcome.” Annie said, followed by the soft beep.

“Hi Brenda, I hope the shareholders are behaving themselves. I just crossed the bridge to South-Delta City, I’ll catch you up when I know more.  I’m really missing our morning love-making session, but hopefully we’ll make up for it later today! Love you, talk to you later.” Quentin said, and then pressed the end call button.

“Alright then…there’s Mikey and Rachel’s building…” Quentin mumbled, signaling for a left turn.

He pulled into the visitor’s parking and parked near the entrance.  He got out of the car, locked up, and walked to the lobby.  He entered and pressed the Penthouse intercom.

“Quentin, is that you?” Mikey’s voice answered.

“Yeah Mikey.” Quentin answered.

“Come on up, we got breakfast ready and Luke won’t eat a bite until you’re here.” Mikey said, remotely unlocking the lobby door. 

As the doors unlocked and Quentin stepped in, he heard the chime of an incoming text message. He pulled his cell phone from his jacket’s breast pocket and smiled, as the text was from Brenda. As he waited for the elevator, he opened the message.

“Hi lover, I’m missing our morning love-making session too! I’m going to need a Jacuzzi session with my Quentin, and some Little Sully therapy to wind down from a stressful day’s work!  Though to be fair, the shareholders are behaving! I’m in my private office at the moment, taking a break between meetings; so I’m sending you a little treat for now!  Call me if my Alter Ego is needed!  Love you! XXX” with two pictures enclosed.

Curious, Quentin opened the first picture.

“Oh – my – God!” Quentin said, looking around to make sure the coast was clear.

Satisfied that he was alone, he looked at the picture again.  Brenda had unbuttoned her blazer and blouse, revealing that she had decided to go braless; taking a selfie of her firm, statuesque, 38 G-cup breasts.

“Ho-ly-shit Brenda…” he mumbled, as the elevator doors opened.

Fortunately, the elevator was empty.  He entered it and pressed the penthouse button.  Excited, he opened the second picture, his mouth feeling dry.  It was an up-skirt selfie, revealing Brenda’s perfect pussy and neatly trimmed pubes.  He swallowed hard and closed the text app.

“Brenda Wade…you sure make it hard for me to concentrate…hell, you make it hard period!  Good thing you’re not physically in here with your Aphrodite pheromones!” Quentin mumbled with a smirk, returning his cell phone back to his jacket’s breast pocket.

The doors opened to the penthouse level, and Quentin walked towards the suite shared by Mikey and Rachel.

“Or should that be Mikey, Rachel and Crystal? She’s been sleeping there more than at her own townhouse lately! Suite PH12…here we are!” Quentin thought, smirk turning to smile.

He knocked, and the door opened almost immediately, his cousin Luke answering the door.  His eyes were red, and he needed a shower and shave.  Quentin could smell stale beer and gin on his breath.  Luke threw his arms around Quentin, hugging him.

“Oh Quentin thank God…” Luke said, repressing a sob.

“Well, hi there Luke…” Quentin said, feeling a bit awkward.

“Yeah, we all had the same greeting last night!  Now come in, have some breakfast! You too, Kid-Casanova, Quentin’s here now; so breakfast, and then shower!” Rachel said with a grin, standing behind Luke.

“Guess we should do as she says…” Luke said with a half-smile, releasing his hug.

Quentin chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder as he closed the door behind him. 

“Yeah, I guess we should! Hi Rach, how’s life treating you?” Quentin said, kissing Rachel on the cheek.

“Life’s treating us great, though I’m worried about Kid-Casanova here! Right this way boys!” She said with a wink, returning his kiss to the cheek.

They followed Rachel to the dining room.

“So what’s up cuz? What’s so urgent that had you drive away from your job in Ivytown to consult with Crystal and me? Oh hi Mikey! Hi Crys!” Quentin said, greeting Mikey with a solid handshake and Crystal with a hug and a kiss to the cheek.

They sat down and helped themselves from the plates of scrambled eggs, ham and toast on the table, as well as from the large pot of coffee.

“So what’s up you asked…the past four days are as scrambled in my mind as that plate of eggs…I guess I’ll be able to think clearer after some breakfast and a few cups of coffee…” Luke said, stirring some sweetener in his coffee.

“And a shower! I don’t mind a hug from a cute hunk, but your aroma since last night…ugh…” Crystal said, rolling her eyes as she brought a piece of toast to her mouth.

Rachel, Mikey and Quentin chuckled as Luke looked down, a bit embarrassed, taking a sip of coffee.

“Yeah…I guess Old English Leather Musk and Speed Stick are no match for a night of drinking and dancing in a sweaty nightclub…well that was part of last night anyway!” Luke said, with a sheepish smile as he put his coffee cup on the table.

“So that’s what you were up to last night!” Mikey said, tongue-in-cheek.

Luke chuckled along as Mikey, Rachel, Crystal and Quentin giggled.

“Yeah, well that’s another story in itself.  So much has happened at Goddard Academy…I’m not sure where to start!  But why did I have to fall in love?” Luke said, mumbling that last part, shoveling a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth; hoping that no one had heard that he’d fallen in love.

Quentin frowned and looked at Luke, as he had heard it.  Before he could say anything, Crystal spoke up.

“Rachel, Erica and I attended Goddard Academy…if anything, I can say it prepped me up for Law School pretty adequately…though that cunt Principal Valentine could be a pain in the ass!” Crystal said, rolling her eyes as she cut a piece from her slice of ham.

“Erica…is that your personal-trainer/physiotherapist friend? The one who demonstrated her Yoga prowess last time we had our terrace-pool party?” Mikey asked, looking at Crystal.

“The very same!  We were inseparable, like the Three Musketeers!  Agreed, other girls became part of our circle of friends, but you could bet Rachel, Erica and I were the nucleus of that group, wouldn’t you say Rachel?” Crystal said, then putting the piece of ham in her mouth.

“That we were, it’s a wonder we found time to study at all!” Rachel said, grinning.

Luke frowned.

“Ms. Valentine was the Principal when you were attending?  Man, that woman doesn’t age…” Luke said, taking a bite of toast.

“Rumor was that she was a stripper and had a few skin flicks under her belt…and that she sucked the right School board cocks to get the position. It wouldn’t surprise me if she also sucked the right plastic surgeon’s cock to get a few free nip/tucks.” Rachel said, shaking her head as she buttered a piece of toast.

Luke giggled, nearly choking on his mouthful of ham and eggs.

Quentin patted him on the back and Luke swallowed hard.

“Bro are you okay?” Mikey asked, looking concerned.

“I’m…hee! Hee! I’m okay!  Let’s just say that I have concrete proof of Ms. Valentine providing sexual favors to keep her job!  But that’ll come later…breakfast was great guys, thanks again for putting up with me! I need a shower…” Luke said, about to get up; but Quentin grabbed him by the forearm, sitting him back down.

“Wait a minute!  Looks like nobody else heard it, but I did; you said you fell in love?” Quentin said, with a teasing grin.

Luke tilted his head back, closed his eyes and smiled.

“Say what bro?” Mikey said, also grinning.

“Oooh! Details Luke, details!” Rachel said, smiling.

“You’re in love and that’s what caused such drama?” Crystal said, giggling.

“Alright, alright! Not so much the fact that I fell in love, but the fear that I might have blown my chances at having a romantic relationship with her. She’s one of the teachers at the Academy.” Luke said, looking at Crystal with a dreamy expression on his face.

“Attractive?” Rachel asked, smiling.

“Attractive doesn’t even scratch the surface Rachel…yes, she’s gorgeous, but more than that; there’s something about the way she carries herself…her self-assurance, her soft-spoken yet strong character, her decisiveness….the way she can politely but firmly put a drunkard in his place, or a talk down petulant student…” Luke said, now looking at Rachel.

“Sounds like she made quite the impression on you cuz!” Quentin said.

“You have no idea Quentin.  At first, I didn’t think she was into me; so I had my fun if you get my drift. But as we worked together, the flirting started, and we grew fond of each other…but that’s only a small part of a long story; and I don’t want to skip any details.  I’ll tell you everything I promise, but I desperately need a hot shower first!” Luke said, standing up, taking his plate, utensils and coffee cup.

“Alright, but could you at least tell us her name?” Rachel asked, as he walked to the kitchen to rinse his dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

“Her name is Bridgette, Bridgette O’Neill. We went on a date last night to celebrate Principal Valentine’s stepping down…and getting rid of a few more bad apples.  It started well, I walked her home and kissed her good night…but the mood was off; and I’m worried I may have lost her for good. I’ll explain in more detail, after my shower.” Luke said, as he rinsed his dishes.

Rachel and Crystal looked at each other, frowning.

“What’s…?” Mikey started, but was discretely shushed by Rachel.

“Okay Luke, enjoy your shower, we can’t wait to hear the rest!” Crystal said, picking up her cell phone.

“Will do!” Luke said, heading towards the bathroom to shower.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Rachel asked in a low voice.

“Yep, and if he’s worried he’s lost her for good, no-showing at work today will accomplish exactly that…she’ll think he dumped her for not putting out. Little brother, you were not thinking.” Crystal said, looking in the general direction of the bathroom as she stood up.

“Agreed, do it Crys.” Rachel said, keeping her voice down.

“Okay, could the sisterhood of the travelling pants clue us in already?” Quentin said, annoyed but also keeping his voice down.

Crystal walked outside to the terrace, to make sure she couldn’t be overheard.

“Remember how Crystal said that she, Erica and I were like the Three Musketeers at the Academy? Bridgette O’Neill was our D’Artagnan. She was studying to become a teacher, so this can’t be a coincidence. She was our sister, and Crys and I love Luke like our own little brother.  We owe it to the both of them to at the very least clear the air don’t you agree?” Rachel said in a low voice, as Crystal looked up Bridgette’s contact information from her smartphone’s contact list.

“Fair enough, but wouldn’t you agree that there’s more to it than a simple misunderstanding between lovers here? Luke needed legal advice, and input from an FBI agent for God’s sake!” Mikey said, eyebrows arched.

“I guess we’ll know more once Luke comes out of the bathroom.  I can see your sisterhood point of view, but Mikey’s right, Luke wouldn’t need my help or Crystal’s if this was just about patching things up with your friend Bridgette.” Quentin said.

2- The Fourth Musketeer

“Here goes nothing…” Crystal thought, pressing the speed dial pad on her cell.

“Bridgette O’Neill.” Bridgette’s familiar prim and proper voice answered.

“Hey Bridgette, this is your old pal Crystal Warren calling! How’s our fourth Musketeer?” Crystal said, smiling.

“Crystal! Oh God it’s nice to hear a friendly voice!  Well, my love life is in the dumps again…and we’re going through major restructuring in the Academy since principal Valentine stepped down, and we’re short one key player…” Bridgette said, with a sigh.

“Well, I might have some encouraging news for you!” Crystal said, glad that she had taken the initiative to call.

“Encouraging news…I could sure use some of that!  Our interim Principal, Didi, offered me to take the day off, I’ve been feeling so out of it!” Bridgette said.

“Okay, here goes…your missing player’s name wouldn’t happen to be Luke Sullivan would it?” Crystal said.

Bridgette paused, fearing the worst.

“Oh my God, what happened?  Is he okay?” she finally said, unable to repress a sob, fearing that he might have gotten into an accident after their date.

“He’s alright, don’t worry! I happen to be a close friend of his older brother Mikey. Late last night, he drove to South Delta City to his brother’s place, asking for my legal advice and help from his FBI agent cousin; we don’t have a lot of details yet.” Crystal said.

Crystal detected an audible sigh of relief.

“Oh thank God he’s okay…I was worried he might have gotten into an accident! Agreed I was also worried I’d ruined our date last night, and he’d decided to cold-shoulder me! But…why did he just take off without notice?” Bridgette said, trying to keep her voice down.

“That’s yet to be determined, but let me reassure you, he’s quite fond of you; heck, he actually confessed to us that he’s in love with you!” Crystal said.

“He…he did?” Bridgette said, feeling her morale pick up.

“You bet!  In fact, he seems to believe that he’s the one who screwed up and blown any chance of a relationship with you! Now as far as why he took off in a hurry, and why he needs our help, he said he’d tell us everything as soon as he’s done with his shower.” Crystal said, looking over her shoulder to make sure Luke hadn’t come out of the bathroom yet.

“Crystal, could you text me Mikey’s address?  I’ll take Didi up on her offer to take the day off.  I need to see him Crystal, clear the air in person!” Bridgette asked, keeping her voice down as students were walking past her.

“You got it!  In fact…keep this line open, if you like, you could get a live feed of what Luke has to tell us!” Crystal said, still keeping an eye on the sliding glass door, to see whether or not Luke was done showering.

“Ooh, sneaky! Just like when we were back in School! Oh, hang on…Didi!  You know what, I will take today off after all, and you can go off the warpath; Luke had an emergency and went to see his brother in Delta City, I’m heading that way myself…” Bridgette said.

Crystal could hear some background chatter as she texted Mikey’s address to Bridgette.

“Okay, I’m all set. Thanks for calling me Crystal, I’m keeping the line open.  I’ll jump in the car and be on my way!” Bridgette said, walking.

Crystal could hear the clicking of Bridgette’s heels on the floor.

“We Musketeer sisters need to stick together D’Artagnan! Oh here he comes, I’ll go back inside!  See you in a bit Bridgette!” Crystal said, making the motion of hanging up but keeping the call open.

She took her place back at the table, discretely placing her cell phone face down on the table; so no one could see the call was still active.

“Okay, now that you’re clean and refreshed; spill little brother!” Mikey said.

Luke took in a deep breath and nodded.

3- Spy games

“Alright then…we’re all aware that since leaving Maddison’s lying, cheating ass to become self-employed, I’ve traveled a lot; going from contract to contract…and from one fling to the next.” Luke said, looking down.

“We’re with you so far…” Quentin said.

“Well, during that period, I’ve accumulated a list of friends with benefits…in particular, a promising young model named Maria, her lesbian girlfriend Holly…and other members of their inner circle.  As it turns out, those very friends with benefits just so happen to attend Goddard Academy!  My first thought when I realized that was, ‘sweet, I get to mix business with pleasure!’…” Luke said.

“But then, you met Bridgette.” Rachel said, smiling.

Luke paused, the dreamy expression returning to his face.

“Yes…though like I said before, at first, I didn’t think she was into me. When she told me that she never mixes business with pleasure, I thought that was her way of letting me down easy.” Luke said.

“So when the hot young friends with benefits approached you, you didn’t turn them away.” Crystal said.

Luke nodded.

“In hindsight, there’s plenty of things I would have handled differently.  The sex with my friends with benefits while on Campus may not have been illegal, but it wasn’t exactly ethical either.” Luke said, his eyes going from Crystal to Rachel, then from Mikey to Quentin.

“I’ll grant you that it might not have been the smartest thing to do, but Bridgette and you weren’t romantically involved at that point; it’s not like you were cheating.” Quentin said.

“Fair enough, but…should someone like say…one overprotective student named Laura Simms spill the beans to her…it might come across as if Bridgette were just another notch in my bedpost, which she isn’t.  In fact, if any woman could make me forget that bitch Maddison Clark, Bridgette is that woman, period.” Luke said, firmly.

“I see the dilemma!” Mikey said.

“One of the many…the real issue is that, during my stint as Media Consultant, I’ve come across a network of spy cameras…clues had been strategically placed for me to discover and unlock them. All had a live feed to my work computer.” Luke said, eyes closed, drawing in another deep breath.

He exhaled, eyebrows arched.

“One camera was placed in the girls’ locker room. Another one, was in the girls’ shower. A third one was in a storage room, where Principal Valentine liked to have her sex romps with that pervert Sebastian and School board Governor Ramsey.  So in a way, the cameras were instrumental in getting rid of Valentine, Ramsey and that pervert pantie-thief Sebastian.  However…there was also a fourth camera in my office; filming my every move; incriminating me.” Luke said, lowering his eyes.

“Sounds like a damned setup to me!” Quentin said, looking at Crystal.

“Criminal invasion of privacy with intent to blackmail, whomever setup those cameras wanted to make sure they had enough dirt to blackmail the contracted consultant; in this case our kid-Casanova, Luke.” Crystal said.

“The culprit, a Student named Megan Murray, eventually revealed herself to me.  She confessed that she’d initially installed the cameras to catch that creep Sebastian stealing her panties while she worked out.  Hell, I actually witnessed him jerking off with one of the girls’ panties in the girls’ locker room!” Luke said, rolling his eyes.

“How did that pervert manage to keep his job?” Mikey said, shaking his head.

“He was Principal Valentine’s personal snitch…he’d snitch to her, and she’d reward him with a blowjob in the storage room.  She’d look the other way whenever he spied on the girls, or stole their panties...” Luke said, looking at his brother, eyebrows arched.

“Or jerked off with them! The rumors about that cunt Valentine were well-founded!  Good riddance to bad rubbish I say!” Rachel said, looking at Crystal.

“Anyway, Megan has a spy-cam feed to her iPhone.  While catching Sebastian red-handed may have been her initial intent, she also confessed having a bit of a voyeur side, and she basically threatened to have me fired unless I did as she said.” Luke said.

“Well, that Megan is in deep legal shit. While her hidden cameras were indirectly instrumental in getting rid of corrupt School Officials and a sex-crazed custodian, she still committed criminal invasion of privacy, entrapment and intent to blackmail.  I’ll need some concrete evidence to build a case, and we could prosecute; but settling out of Court may be preferable for everyone involved.” Crystal said.

Luke nodded.

“Perhaps those notepads left behind as clues by Megan would be a start; I brought them with me.  Agreed, the cameras helped getting the bad apples fired, but…how could Bridgette ever love a peeping Tom?” Luke said, with a sad sigh.

“And there’s dilemma number two!” Rachel said.

“Like I said, you weren’t romantically involved with her at that point, and you were setup by that cunning chick Megan. Bridgette is a College teacher, she must be an intelligent woman, I’m sure she’ll understand the circumstances. I mean, she did go out on a date with you last night didn’t she?” Quentin said.

“Ah that date! While it started out great, it gradually grew sour as the night progressed. We went for a walk in the park, then a drink at the bar, dinner and a movie…Bridgette kept telling me what naughty things she wanted to do to me after the date; everything was wonderful…” Luke said, smiling, looking starry-eyed.

“Oh baby, you were on a roll!” Crystal said, grinning, knowing that Bridgette was hearing every word.

“Yeah, you’d think so…I mean, a drunk patron tried to pick her up at the restaurant and to my amazement, she put him in his place! I was on cloud 9! But then, we decided to go dancing at a nightclub; where we ran into some of the girls from the Academy. Laura got in my face, Bridgette had a mishap on the dancefloor…we tried our luck in a different nightclub, where we ran into another drunkard – a former employee of Maddison’s.” Luke said, clenching his teeth.

“Holy shit, that’s all you needed!” Mikey said.

“He started by asking me, verbatim, right in front of Bridgette if I was still fucking Maddison. I told him to shut up and be respectful, that Maddison was ancient history and that I was with Bridgette now. He then stared mouthing off that Maddison was way hotter than Bridgette; used a few epithets I’d rather not repeat…and the only thing that kept this fist from his saggy drunken face was the 6 foot 5 bouncer who grabbed him and threw him out.” Luke said, teeth clenched.

“Well, he’s lucky the bouncer got to him before you did; we Sullivan boys don’t take kindly to men disrespecting our women!” Quentin said, thinking of the amount of criminal ass he had kicked to revenge Brenda as Ms. Americana.

“Got that right!” Mikey said, as he had gotten into a few scrapes himself with certain overzealous paparazzi after candid nudes of Rachel.

“The proverbial cherry on the sundae came as one of the scantly-clad waitresses tripped over her own two feet and spilled the drinks she was carrying all over Bridgette’s blouse.” Luke said, looking down.

“Oh my God, poor Bridgette! Yeah that would put a damper on the mood.” Rachel said.

“It was the last straw for sure; the mishap that happened to her in the previous nightclub had already dampened the mood…so I guess being kissed good night was a happy ending after all.” Luke said, with a shrug.

“Not to state the obvious, but the mishaps, Laura getting in your face, the two drunks, hell, Megan blackmailing you, none of it was your fault! Surely Bridgette will understand this?” Quentin said, putting a comforting hand on his cousin’s shoulder.

“Well, I can only hope Bridgette is that understanding and forgiving…and I’m okay with not getting a permanent position at the Academy, so Megan’s threats of getting me fired don’t have much bite...” Luke said, looking down.

No one noticed Crystal picking up her cell phone from the top of the table and discreetly bringing it to her lap. With a subtle smirk, she remotely unlocked the door to the lobby.

“…but all the same Quentin…if you could setup a polygraph test Bridgette could witness…let her know that I’m sincere when I say I’m in love with her, that Maddison, Maria and all the meaningless affairs are a thing of the past. Hell, shoot me full of truth serum before the polygraph! No possibility for me to lie! Bridgette is the one I want!” Luke said, looking at Quentin.

Quentin smiled, and clapped Luke on the shoulder.

“You’re that serious about her Cuz?” Quentin said.

Luke crossed his heart with his thumb as the Suite’s front door quietly opened.

“Dead serious, God I’m ready to…to…to clean her toilet with my tongue to prove how serious I am!” Luke said, throwing his hands up in the air, rolling his eyes.

“Hmm, I’d say that’s a bit of an overkill wouldn’t you agree?  I mean, you wouldn’t expect me to kiss you if you cleaned my toilet with your tongue now would you?” a new feminine voice interjected.

Luke and Quentin turned around in their chairs, looking back, gape-mouthed. Mikey cast Crystal an annoyed look, while she and Rachel giggled like Schoolgirls.

4- Second chances

In a clumsy ballet-like motion, Luke stood up from his chair, nearly knocking it sideways as Crystal and Bridgette hung up, snickering.  Luke walked over to Bridgette, arms open.

“Oh Bridgette, thank God!” he said, tears welling up in his eyes.

Throwing their arms around each other, they kissed; long and passionately.  Luke gently lifted her, until her feet no longer touched the floor. Still giggling, Rachel and Crystal applauded.

“Whoo-hoo! On a scale of one to ten, I’d give that kiss a twenty!” Rachel said.

“Twenty is rather conservative Rach, that kiss is nuclear hot! For the record Luke, Bridgette is an old friend of ours, a former Goddard classmate.” Crystal said.

In an equally gentle motion, Luke lowered Bridgette back to her feet. Finally, they stopped kissing, coming up for air.

“So you had me at a disadvantage all along, you already knew my brother’s spouse and her best friend!” Luke said, smiling.

“Not quite, I knew Rachel was in a relationship with a Michael Sullivan; but I didn’t realize he was your brother!” Bridgette said, also smiling.

“Are you mad at me?” Luke asked.

“Silly boy, that kiss wasn’t enough of an answer? That said…” Bridgette said, grinning, giving Luke a gentle slap at the back of the head.

“Hey, what was that for?” Luke said, with a smirk.

“For taking off on me without as much as a text message!” Bridgette said, with a mock scowl.

“I’m sorry Bridgette, I’ll never do it again, I swear!” he said.

“Good! Now your cousin’s right: whatever happened before we became romantically involved is the past.  But as of last night’s date, we-are-ex-clu-sive! Capisce?” Bridgette said, tapping her index finger on Luke’s chest to punctuate the word exclusive.

“Si Signorina, exclusive!” Luke said, looking through her glasses, into her lovely green eyes.

“He’s also right about this: none of last night’s mishaps were your fault. Did they kill the mood? Yes. But none of it was your fault! My not inviting you in after teasing you all night though, that wasn’t cool.” Bridgette said, apologetically.

“After all of the mishaps that happened, I get it. Don’t beat yourself up over it.” Luke said.

Bridgette leaned in and kissed him again.

“And the whole mess with the spy-cams…at the end of the day, it allowed us to get rid of Ms. Valentine, ex-School board Governor Ramsey and creepy Sebastian. Megan was the real culprit here.  I’m actually surprised she had the smarts to come up with that whole charade on her own!” Bridgette said, as Luke walked her towards the dining room, arms slung around each other’s waist.

“Well, you already know Crystal and Rachel, the muscle man to the left is my FBI Agent Cousin Quentin, and the Venerable Rocker at the head of the table is my big brother Michael, but we all know him as Mikey!” Luke said.

Quentin, Mikey, Rachel and Crystal stood up, and walked towards Bridgette and Luke.

“Pleased to meet you Bridgette!” Quentin said, shaking her extended hand and kissing her cheek.

“Likewise Quentin!” Bridgette said, smiling.

Mikey opened his arms, offering Bridgette a friendly hug. Bridgette moved her left arm from Luke’s waist and hugged Mikey.

“A pleasure to meet the woman who stole my kid brother’s heart!” Mikey said, smiling.

“Please to meet you too Michael, he certainly stole mine!” Bridgette said, casting Luke an affectionate look.

“Bring it in girlfriend!” Rachel said, smiling, arms open.

Luke, Quentin and Mikey stepped aside, as Bridgette, Rachel and Crystal huddled in a group hug.

“All for one…” Bridgette started.

“One for all!” Rachel continued.

“Yesterday, today and for always!” Crystal concluded.

Smiling, they broke the huddle.

“Councillor, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you young ladies owe Alexandre Dumas’ estate some royalties!” Quentin said, grinning as they returned to the dining room.

“Since no product is being sold using quotes from Monsieur Dumas’ iconic novel, there is no copyright infringement; but nice try, Special Agent Sullivan!” Crystal said, with a wink.

“Well, let’s not all stand here, let’s go back to the dining room and sit; would you like a coffee Bridgette?” Mikey asked.

“I would love one, thanks Michael!” Bridgette said.

“Cream and sugar?  We have Stevia sweetener too.” Mikey said.

“Two Stevia and a bit of milk please!” Bridgette said.

“Coming up!” Mikey said, with a wink.

Mikey walked to the kitchen as Bridgette, Luke, Quentin, Rachel and Crystal sat at the dining room table, Luke and Bridgette on one side, Rachel and Crystal on the other, Quentin taking the seat at the end of the table opposite Mikey’s chair.

“Well like I was saying, Megan can be cunning and a bit of a loudmouth; but that whole Scavenger Hunt to locate the hidden spy-cams and their unlock codes…that’s uncharacteristically brilliant of her.  Either she doctored her aptitude tests to pass herself off as less academically gifted...or she had outside help.  Oh, thanks Michael!” Bridgette said, as Mikey put her cup on the table in front of her.

“Not to mention the cost of obtaining those cameras and setting up the whole closed-circuit network, that’s not cheap…wait a minute…wait a minute! Son of a bitch!  Be right back!” Luke said, getting up from the table with an excited grin.

“Luke?” Bridgette said, curious; taking a sip of coffee.

“Remembered something Cuz?” Quentin asked, as Luke quickly walked to the guest room.

“Oh you bet!” Luke shouted from the guest room.

He came back, with a satisfied smile on his face, carrying a few notepads.

“The clues Megan left for you to find?” Crystal asked.

“Oh yes ma’am! Now, just before I presented you and Didi with the evidence to get Ms. Valentine, Sebastian and Governor Ramsey fired, Olivia…I mean Ms. Goddard asked to speak to me privately.  She enumerated, chronologically and by name each and every sexual encounter I’d had on Campus.  Not proud of it, but it did happen.  Rather than firing me on the spot, she enrolled me on her team to get Valentine et al fired.” Luke said, smiling.

“That can’t be a coincidence.” Quentin said.

Luke nodded, taking his seat next to Bridgette.

“She suspected Ms. Valentine of fraud and funds embezzlement, but couldn’t prove it.” Luke said.

“We teachers and administrative staff also wanted Ms. Valentine and her stooge Sebastian gone. She was a ruthless administrator, very dictatorial and loved to doctor the Students’ grades to get better grants from the School board; which I presume she’d end up pocketing.  Sebastian was a creepy lecher.” Bridgette said, nodding as she took another coffee sip. 

“So I never questioned Ms. Goddard’s knowledge of my affairs, thinking that Megan had ratted me to her. Now I’m convinced Megan didn’t act alone! Bridgette, as one of Megan’s teachers you are familiar with her hand writing aren’t you?” Luke asked, grinning.

“Indeed I am!” Bridgette said, with a curious frown, putting her cup on the table.

“Take a gander at this! That was the last clue to unlock the fourth camera that spied on me in my Office.” Luke said, showing the notepad to Bridgette.

“Well, right off the bat, that penmanship is much too neat and legible, definitely not Megan’s scribbling. She may have planted the notepads; but she didn’t write this. ’Don’t tell the Principal!  O.G.’ O.G…Olivia Goddard?” Bridgette said, putting the notepad down, looking at Luke in shock.

“Ms. Goddard wanted to get rid of Ms. Valentine, Megan wanted to get rid of Sebastian…the corruption was so deep-rooted that it went all the way up to the School board of Governors. It would seem that Ms. Goddard got desperate, and enrolled the loudest discontent girl in the Academy as a partner to put her plan in motion. I can bet she also had a live feed of the Spy-cams on her cell phone.” Luke said.

“Which would explain how she knew of your affairs with your friends with benefits, but still didn’t fire you. Megan on the other hand is blackmailing you, with the threat of getting you fired. It looks like Ms. Goddard and Megan aren’t on the same page.” Bridgette said, giving Luke’s thigh a discrete squeeze with one hand and raising her cup of coffee to her lips with the other.

“We’re no longer talking about Criminal Invasion of Privacy, entrapment and blackmail here folks, we’re now talking conspiracy to commit an indictable offence!  Both Ms. Goddard and Ms. Murray are in deep doo-doo!” Crystal said, frowning.

“What about Luke? He was filmed using the spy-cam network!” Quentin asked.

“He was a victim of entrapment, and with the charges looming over Ms. Goddard and Ms. Murray’s heads, a settlement out of Court will be beneficial to all involved. Should knowledge of that footage be made public, and should the fact that Ms. Goddard herself was behind the spy-cam network be known…the scandal would shut down Goddard Academy, permanently.” Crystal said.

“And leave a bunch of people unemployed.” Bridgette said, looking at Crystal, who nodded.

“Looks like I need your services, how much is a retainer Councillor?” Luke asked.

“Are you kidding? You’re like my own little brother Luke! This one’s pro bono!” Crystal said, smiling warmly at him.

“You, are the best…” Luke said, standing up, and walking around the table.

Still smiling, Crystal also stood up and faced Luke. They hugged.

“Thanks my sister!” Luke said,

“You’re welcome my brother! Don’t hug too long you’ll make Bridgette jealous!” Crystal said, winking at Bridgette.

They released their hug and sat back down.

“Call me stubborn, but I still want to get that polygraph done. Laura threatened to tell you all about my affairs unless I broke up with you, Didi threatened to kick my ass if I broke your heart…a polygraph would put everybody’s mind at ease.” Luke said, eyes going from Bridgette to Quentin.

“Well, I’m satisfied you’re telling the truth: you didn’t know Crystal was letting me eavesdrop on your conversation. But Laura Simms can be a stubborn young lady with anger management issues, while Didi acts like a mother-hen towards me and feels I’m too naïve. And she’s a trained Martial Artist.  She might take my word that you’re good to me, but she’ll never really trust you…could a polygraph be arranged Quentin? In fact, could we arrange for Laura and Didi to attend?” Bridgette asked.

“Hmm...I do have Carte Blanche clearance with the Bureau, but setting up a polygraph test and guest passes for everyone involved on such short notice won’t be easy…however...Mikey, would you be okay with having the polygraph test happen in your humble abode?” Quentin asked.

“Are you kidding? Mi casa su casa! I wanna know how this turns out!” Mikey said, grinning.

“Me too!” Crystal said, smiling.

“Me three! Oh, let me call our Caterer, we’re entertaining!” Rachel said, excitedly.

“Good idea babe!” Mikey said, smiling at her.

“Wade Enterprises is coming up with an enhanced infrared polygraph for the She-Legion; as it turns out there were a few bad apples trying to infiltrate their ranks. That polygraph will help weed out the bad seed…and we’ll get to test-drive it!” Quentin said, pulling his cell phone from his jacket’s breast pocket.

“I’ll call Didi, give her the directions to get here, ask her to grab Laura and haul their asses here ASAP.” Bridgette said.

Quentin speed-dialed Brenda’s cell.

“Hey Brenda, how are the meetings going?” Quentin said.

“Hi baby, the meetings ended early, I’m about to leave the Office; how’s the family crisis?” Brenda asked.

“Resolving itself, in fact, that’s why I’m calling. Could you bring the infrared polygraph over to Mikey’s? Luke and his lovely girlfriend want to prove to her overprotective girlfriends that he’s sincere and won’t break her heart.” Quentin said.

He could hear Brenda giggling charmingly.

“Say no more my love! I’ll be over with the polygraph with bells on!” Brenda said.

“You’re the greatest! See you soon!” Quentin said.

“Ciao love!” Brenda said.

5- All together now…

Feeling like Alice in Wonderland, interim Principal Didi Lee admired the framed gold records hanging from the living room walls of the penthouse suite shared by Mikey Sullivan and Rachel Stevens.

“Mikey Sullivan of Atmospheric Disturbance…I can’t believe I never noticed the family resemblance! It still doesn’t explain why Luke never showed up this morning, without the common courtesy of a call or text message! Then again to his credit, he is trying to make amends, Bridgette loves him, and I get to meet celebrities including my personal hero, Brenda Wade…as much as I wanted to slap Luke’s face this morning, now I could kiss him!” Didi thought, with a smirk.

She walked to the dining room, picked up a paper plate and chose a few salmon sushi rolls, some cocktail shrimps with tartar sauce and a glass of white wine. She noticed Laura chatting with Rachel, sipping wine and munching on cocktail shrimp and vegetarian sushi.

“I wonder what they’re talking about.” Didi thought, joining them.

“Ms. Stevens, this is a thrill but…” Laura said, politely.

“Rachel, please! We’re all friends here, and I understand you’re an aspiring model yourself! So first names Laura, I insist!” Rachel said, pleasantly, bringing her wine glass to her lips.

“Okay, Rachel it is! But like I was saying: with all due respect, I’m a bit skeptical about this polygraph test! The FBI agent on file is Luke’s cousin, the person administrating the test is the cousin’s girlfriend…” Laura said, blushing as she noticed Quentin looking her way.

“Skepticism is natural Laura. But consider this: a few years ago, I was kidnapped from my San Angelo Hotel room with a group of other patrons. This man right there, led the joint FBI and She-Legion team that rescued us. Zero casualties, every perp captured.” Rachel said, raising her glass to Quentin and Brenda who smiled back at her.

Laura looked at them gape-mouthed, impressed. Didi chimed in.

“And the girlfriend as you put it, happens to be Brenda Wade, a personal hero of mine. The Wade foundation has done so much good for runaway teens, battered women, rape victims, women with substance abuse and the homeless. If anybody can be trusted administrating that polygraph test, it’s her.” Didi said, putting her wine glass on the corner of the table behind them, next to Rachel and Laura’s plates, so she could eat a sushi roll.

“Wow…well then, this should be interesting! Luke may be handsome and charming…but he seems to think he’s God’s gift to women; if you knew what I know about him…” Laura said, taking another sip of wine.

“And what exactly do you think you know? Could it be that before we started dating, Luke was having sex with a few friends with benefits who happen to attend Goddard? Is that the big secret you know?” Bridgette asked, startling Laura, who hadn’t noticed Bridgette joining them.

“He…he told you? Aren’t you worried he might...” Laura said, looking pale.

“What, cheat on me? Break my heart? Isn’t that the risk we all take starting a new relationship? While I appreciate your concern, frankly I’m insulted. Dating Luke is my damned decision to make!” Bridgette said, sternly, taking a sip of wine.

Laura blushed, and Didi looked away, feeling embarrassed.

“Bridgette, I’m sorry…but the last time you showed up at work looking this distraught, it was because your boyfriend had hurt you! I know I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions but…” Didi said, now also blushing.

Luke joined them, curious.

“Well if you must know, after all we are clearing the air today; the reason I was so distraught this morning is that I believed that I had ruined the perfect date. And I was worried about how I’d face Luke, who had been a perfect gentleman, kind and considerate.” Bridgette said, with a sad expression on her face.

“Oh please, you didn’t ruin the date!” Luke said, in a comforting voice.

“I know that now, but I did have a bit too much to drink. Everything was going well until we got to the first nightclub and I got it through my head to do the pogo on the dance floor with this heavy load…” Bridgette said, pointing to her 36F chest with her free hand.

“Oh dear, I have a feeling I know what happened next…” Rachel said, gently biting her lower lip.

Bridgette nodded, and took a sip of wine, rolling her eyes.

“Yep…I had an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction on the dance floor. Tits exposed, humiliated and sobbing, I ran to our booth. Luke followed me, consoled me, helped me fix my top and bought us a few more drinks.” Bridgette said, as Luke wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders.

She looked at him with a sad smile, taking the last sip from her glass.

“We decided to try a different nightclub, but the charm was broken. We ran into one of his former co-workers who was drunk and rude… before Luke could kick his ass, a bouncer threw the jerk out. To top it all off, a waitress tripped and spilled a drink on me…” Bridgette said, taking in a deep breath.

“Holy shit…” Laura said.

“Bridgette I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize…” Didi said.

Bridgette put her empty glass on the table behind them.

“So…the mood completely broken, Luke was a gentleman and walked me home…and I kissed him good night.” Bridgette said, eyes closed.

“What’s wrong with that?” Rachel asked.

“Rach, all night I’d teased Luke, telling him all the naughty things I wanted to do to him, but instead, I sent him on his merry way! I swear, the moment that door closed behind me I was cursing myself for not inviting you in Luke! I turned back to get you, but by the time I made it to the door, you were already gone!” Bridgette said, looking into Luke’s eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay! After all that happened to you last night, I get it!” Luke said, in a gentle voice.

Smiling but teary-eyed, they held each other.

“Okay, now I understand why you felt so distraught this morning, and I’m glad Luke was so nice to you through that string of bad luck, but Luke, why did you just take off without notice?” Didi asked, taking another bite of sushi.

Luke opened his mouth to answer, but Crystal cut in.

“During his function as Media Consultant at Goddard Academy, my client stumbled upon a network of clandestine spy cameras. The legal implications could permanently shut down the Academy, leaving teachers and staff unemployed and Students without a School.” Crystal said, taking a sip of rum and Coke.

Didi looked at her gape-mouthed.

“I didn’t realize the rot ran so deep…” Didi said, shaking her head.

“Indeed. My client rushed to South Delta City to consult with me. Given the repeated public displays of hostility towards my client by Ms. Simms, and your threat of physical violence towards him Ms. Lee – I understand you are an accomplished Martial Artist – you can comprehend my client’s wish to seek legal advice. In order to prove his sincerity to the both of you, he reached out to Special Agent Sullivan to setup this polygraph test; courtesy of Ms. Wade.” Crystal said, smiling at Brenda and Quentin who smiled back at her.

Embarrassed, Laura took a long sip of wine, while Rachel snickered quietly. Didi looked at Luke, smiling apologetically.

“Luke…I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions. I talk a big game, but Bridgette can vouch that I’ve never raised a hand on any of her exes.” Didi said, in earnest.

“Forget it. You were being a good friend, I can’t fault you for that.” Luke said.

“Didi, I understand that you have my best interests at heart; but cut Luke some slack will you?” Bridgette said, smiling at her.

Didi nodded.

“Agreed! And you too Laura, whatever your beef may be with Luke; cut him some slack too.” Didi said, with a warning stare.

Brenda joined them.

“Well, we’re ready! Ms. Simms, if you like we can test the polygraph on you, would that satisfy your doubts about its accuracy?” Brenda asked in a pleasant voice, adjusting her prop glasses.

“Cool, I’d love that!” Laura said, taking the last sip from her glass of wine and putting her empty glass next to Bridgette’s on the table.

6- Alere Flammam Veritatis

They reconvened in the living room; Mikey, Rachel, Bridgette and Crystal shared the large leather couch, Didi sat on the adjoining loveseat, and Laura sat on the easy chair. Luke and Quentin stood with their arms crossed, observing as Brenda was typing a few commands in the polygraph’s controller, sitting on her heels near the coffee table.

“If you insist on sitting at the coffee table, at least make yourself comfortable!” Rachel said, standing up.

Smiling, she grabbed a floor pillow and brought it to Brenda.

“Here, have a seat you silly goose!” Rachel said, with a wink.

“You’re right, thanks Rachel!” Brenda said with a chuckle, making herself comfortable, adjusting her skirt to make sure her lack of undies would be covered.

“No worries Brenda!” Rachel said, returning to her place on the couch.

“Okay, Quentin, could you fit the sensor headband around Laura’s head?” She asked, pointing at the carry case next to the controller on the coffee table.

“Right away my love…” Quentin said, picking up the headband from the case.

“Thanks! Now this particular polygraph is based on the same technology used by Homeland Security, but with a few enhancements to be effective on Meta-Humans, Aphrodite types…you get the gist of it.” Brenda said, as Quentin leaned over to adjust the sensor headband around Laura’s head.

“Don’t worry young lady, this won’t hurt a bit.” Quentin said, moving her ponytail to the side, to make sure her hair would not get caught in the headband’s clip.

“You won’t feel a thing, right?” Laura said, with an amused smirk.

“Hey, don’t steal my punchlines kid!” Quentin said, winking at her.

“Oh Geez…the flirt genome is strong among the Sullivan boys!” Laura thought, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

“All done Brenda!” Quentin said, looking at Brenda as he moved away from the easy chair.

“Thanks Quentin! We’ll start with a few easy questions, please state full name, age and occupation.” Brenda asked.

“Laura Jennifer Simms, 22, Student and part-time model.” Laura said.

Brenda smirked, looking at Laura over her prop glasses. She then looked at Quentin and gave the controller’s screen a nod. Quentin took a look and chuckled.

“What?” Laura asked, looking all innocent.

“Try again with the age Laura!” Brenda said, grinning.

“Oh you caught that, did you? Alright, I’m turning 22 next month.” Laura said, blushing.

Brenda removed her prop glasses and put them on the coffee table near the polygraph’s carry case.

“Laura, try again. How old are you?” Brenda asked, with a severe frown that made Laura flinch.

She sighed and shrugged.

“Okay, you got me! I’m twenty! Can we test Luke now?” Laura asked, beet red, as everyone giggled.

“What’s that young lady? You were out clubbing last night at the age of twenty, when the legal drinking age is 21?” Bridgette said, tongue-in-cheek.

“Just a sec…while Laura is still hooked up, I may have a question or two for her.” Luke said, stepping closer to the easy chair.

“Ask away!” Laura said, looking at Luke, almost challenging him.

“Since we’re clearing the air, what is your problem with me anyway? Truth is you’ve been a bitch to me long before you saw us at the nightclub last night. So spill Laura, I meant it when I said I’d like us to be friends, but I sure as hell won’t break up with Bridgette to placate you!” Luke said, sternly.

“What’s he talking about Laura?” Didi asked.

“She threatened to tell me all about Luke’s friends with benefits unless he broke up with me. I know everything Laura.” Bridgette said, calmly.

Feeling flustered, Laura took a deep breath.

“Well, since Bridgette already knows, it’s nothing more than an empty threat at this point…I already told you what my problem is with you at the nightclub last night; while the girls were giving Bridgette a makeover in the ladies’ room.” Laura said, coolly.

“Laura is withholding information, what she just said is only partly true.” Brenda said.

“Well Laura? You disapprove of my boyfriend so much, what aren’t you telling us?” Bridgette asked, arms crossed under her ample bosom.

A few tears coursing down her cheeks, Laura sighed.

“Okay, I might as well fess up; I was envious. Maria, Holly, Amy, Lola…all bragging about what a hot lover you are; boasting about how many times they had their way with you…yet you showed me no interest. What was wrong with me? That day in the cafeteria, when Lola acted like she was about to give you a hand job in front of us; I lost it.” Laura said, looking down.

“Had you stuck around instead of storming off like Liz Taylor, you would have seen me move her hand away from my crotch and heard me tell her she was going too far” Luke said, calmly.

“Yeah, Amy told me so before we went clubbing last night, but I guess I was too busy being mad at you for it to register. So when you entered the nightclub with Bridgette…I lost it again.” Laura said, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Luke’s expression softened.

“Look, I’ve known Maria, Holly, Lola and Amy long before getting the contract at Goddard. In fact, we’ve been friends with benefits long before I’d even heard of Goddard Academy. My not making any advances towards you was nothing personal; you are a very attractive young lady! But as you will find out when I get my polygraph done, when I met Bridgette, everything changed.” Luke said, in a voice he hoped was comforting.

“Until we get the results of your polygraph test, I’ll have to take your word for it. If you’re seriously giving up the one night stands for Bridgette…hats off. I apologise for being such a bitch.” Laura said.

Quentin leaned over, undoing the headband’s clip.

“Water under the bridge Laura, as of today; we’re turning a new leaf. My turn!” Luke said, as Quentin gently removed the sensor headband from Laura’s head.

7- Veritas Curat

Luke took Laura’s place on the easy chair, while she sat next to Didi on the loveseat; looking embarrassed. Quentin adjusted the sensor headband around Luke’s head, closing the clip.

“Would you like to do the honors Bridgette?” Brenda asked.

“Tempting, but Quentin is an actual law enforcement officer, he should handle the questioning!” Bridgette said, smiling, her eyes going from Brenda to Quentin, and then to Luke.

Quentin nodded and turned to face Didi and Laura.

“Very well. Prior to your arrival, Bridgette picked specific questions based on the conversations we held earlier today. Are you satisfied with the accuracy of this infrared polygraph’s accuracy Laura?” Quentin asked.

Laura blushed.

“Yes’ it’s accurate.” she said.

“So let’s get started. Please state full name, age and occupation.” Quentin said.

“Luke George Sullivan, 31, professional photographer and currently Media Consultant at Goddard Academy.” Luke answered.

“Truthful on all counts Quentin, you may proceed!” Brenda said, smiling.

“Okay, first question. When you said earlier that you were in love with Bridgette, were you telling the truth?” Quentin asked.

“Yes.” Luke said, with a coy smile.

“He…is telling the truth!” Brenda said, grinning.

Bridgette smiled, glad that her faith in him wasn’t misplaced.

“Next question, earlier today, you agreed with Bridgette when she said that as of last night’s date, the two of you were in an exclusive relationship; that is to say, no more casual sex with your friends with benefits. Were you being sincere?” Quentin asked.

“Yes. Bridgette is the only one I want.” Luke said, casting her a furtive glance.

“He’s still being truthful!” Brenda said.

Bridgette let out a sigh of relief, while Didi and Laura gave each-other a high-five.

“The next two questions are kind of interlinked, they pertain to your ex, Maddison. Earlier, you said that if any woman could make you forget Maddison and her head games, Bridgette was that woman. So, were you sincere when you said it, and is it truly over with Maddison?” Quentin asked.

Luke rolled his eyes.

“How much time do we have? Yes, I was sincere when I said Bridgette could make me forget my cheating, head-games playing ex.” Luke said, taking in a deep breath.

“Still being truthful…” Brenda said.

“Is it truly over? Hell YES! Mikey, Rachel and Crystal can testify that Maddison Clark was toxic…first, she was my boss. Then I was her live-in boyfriend…as long as it was clear to me that this was an open relationship. If I had a problem with that, I was free to move out, quit my job and our relationship.” Luke said.

“Wha…so she threatened to fire you and throw you out unless…” Laura said, shocked.

“Unless she could fuck whoever she pleased! That bitch fucked with my brother’s head more than she did with his cock, excuse my French!” Mikey chimed in.

“Thus started my list of friends with benefits, when in Rome right? First a promising young model named Maria, her lesbian girlfriend Holly, their clubbing pals Lola and Amy…if Maddison could have her fun, I could also have mine right? Then one night, I came home from the studio and found Maddison having bondage sex in our bedroom. She was handcuffed to the bedpost and being sodomised by her personal trainer…my whole body went numb.” Luke said.

“I remember that night, right Crystal?” Rachel said, looking at Crystal.

“Yep, Rach, Erica and I were having a girls’ night out. Erica noticed Luke at the bar, downing tequila shooters like water.” Crystal said.

“I must have blacked out, because I don’t remember getting to that bar! Crystal came to the rescue to talk some sense into me. Do you remember what you said?” Luke said, grinning.

“Luke, Maddie is toxic, leave her before she destroys you! You have enough talent to make it on your own! Now put that bottle down, pay that tab and you are crashing at your brother’s place tonight; Kid Casanova!” Crystal said, smiling sympathetically.

“Thus the start of that nickname! Even then, the sisterly instinct was strong in Crystal, Rachel and Erica, who escorted me to Mikey’s. I like to fantasize that Crystal or Erica had pity sex with me that night…but that might just be wishful thinking.” Luke said, grinning.

“I’ll never tell!” Crystal said, smugly, making Rachel, Bridgette and Brenda giggle.

“Well, Luke has been truthful in all his answers and has shown no deception. Bridgette, what are you waiting for? Go to your man and kiss him already!” Brenda said, smiling.

On cue, Bridgette and Luke stood up. Luke removed the sensor headband and handed it to Quentin. They walked towards each other and kissed; long and passionately.  Once again, Luke gently lifted her, until her feet no longer touched the floor. Quentin helped Brenda to her feet as Mikey, Rachel, Crystal, Didi and Laura applauded. Gently, Luke lowered Bridgette back to her feet and interrupted their kiss.

“Like I said earlier, new page! Didi, Laura, bring it in; group hug!” Luke said extending his right arm.

Smiling, Didi and Laura joined in the group hug.

“Come on guys, this is a happy conclusion, let’s celebrate!” Mikey said, smiling.

Didi looked at him from the huddle.

“Oh Mikey? Perhaps you could… perform a few songs for us?” Didi asked, coyly.

“I’d love to!” Mikey said, smiling.

8- A safe place to Sleep

After a private performance of Mikey Sullivan accompanying himself on his Rhodes piano, more food and wine, Brenda looked at the clock with a frown.

“What’s wrong love?” Quentin asked.

“I like a happy ending like the next person, but it’s getting late, Ivytown isn’t exactly next door and our new friends have been drinking.” Brenda said, looking concerned.

“Point taken, the happy ending could turn dramatic should one of our friends get into an accident. Mikey and Rachel can accommodate a few people in the guests’ bedroom, but what of the other two? Most Hotels are booked solid!” Quentin said.

“I might have an idea…Mikey, Rachel, a word please?” Brenda said, getting their attention.

Mikey nodded and Rachel smiled. They walked towards Brenda and Quentin.

“Brenda, Quentin, what’s up?” Mikey asked.

“You’ve already been more than accommodating guys, but like Brenda just pointed out to me, it’s getting late, Ivytown is a long enough drive, and our guests have been drinking.” Quentin said.

Mikey looked at Rachel, scratching his head.

“Yeah, Rach and I were just talking about it.” Mikey said.

“I have a hunch that, in spite of the guests’ bedroom being soundproof, Luke and Bridgette would prefer a bit more privacy. Didi and Laura are welcome to sleep over, but what about Luke and Bridgette?” Rachel said. With a concerned look on her face.

“If Didi and Laura are okay with your guests’ bedroom, I have a little surprise in store for Bridgette and Luke!” Brenda said, pulling her cell phone from her blazer’s pocket.

Mikey, Rachel and Quentin followed Brenda, wondering what she had in mind.

“Oh Bridgette, Luke, big smile!” Brenda said, snapping a picture from her smart phone.

“Saving us for posterity there Brenda?” Luke asked, grinning.

“Yeah Brenda, what’s up?” Bridgette asked.

“Well, it’s getting late, Ivytown is a few hours’ drive, and you’ve been drinking; including you both Didi and Laura, it’s not safe to drive home!” Brenda said.

“Well I’m sure we can get a Hotel nearby, we wouldn’t want to impose…” Didi said, joining them.

“Most Hotels are fully booked due to the basketball playoffs, and you’re in no condition to drive. You are welcome to spend the night in our guests’ bedroom. No arguments, you are our guests!” Mikey said, frowning but still smiling.

“Let me see…spend the night as the guest of one of my favorite rock stars, or risk an accident…I’m in! What do you say Laura?” Didi said, feeling giddy like a Schoolgirl.

“Hey, if I get to pick Rachel’s brains about her career in modelling, I’m in too!” Laura said, smiling.

“At your disposal sweetie! Once Luke picks up his stuff from the guests’ room we’ll bring you a fresh change of beddings.” Rachel said.

“What about us?” Luke asked.

“Rachel anticipated you might want a bit more privacy, you know, should you want to have dessert together…” Brenda said, with a wink.

“Hmm, dessert…sounds good to me!’ Bridgette said, wrapping her arms around Luke’s left arm, pressing her large right breast against it.

Luke cast a nonplussed look to Quentin, missing the punchline.

“You know Luke, dessert!” Bridgette said, now hugging him, pressing both 36F breasts against him and reaching down to squeeze his buttocks.

Luke chuckled.

“Oh, that kind of dessert! Sounds good to me! What do you propose Brenda?” Luke said, grinning.

“I own several properties, to throw off the paparazzi and industrial spies.” Brenda said, bringing her smartphone to her lips.

“Annie, Brenda Wade calling, acknowledge.” Brenda said.

“Voice biometrics match, how can I help you Ms. Wade?” Annie’s voice replied.

“I’m about to send you a picture, please scan and save.” Brenda said.

“Acknowledged Ms. Wade, please proceed.” Annie replied.

Brenda sent the picture she had taken of Bridgette and Luke.

“Picture received, scanned and saved.” Annie said.

“The lovely young lady’s name is Bridgette O’Neill, and the handsome young man’s name is Luke Sullivan; Special Agent Sullivan’s younger cousin. I am granting them full access to 2020 Pine Avenue’s Penthouse Suite, do you copy?” Brenda said.

“Copy that Ms. Wade.” Annie replied.

“Brenda, are you sure…” Luke said, but was shushed by Brenda putting an index finger to her lips.

“Status of the fridge, freezer, pantry and bar?” Brenda asked.

“During your last visit, Mr. Sullivan and yourself have fully stocked the pantry with canned goods, dry pasta, rice, crackers, cookies and dehydrated meals. You have also fully restocked the bar with liquor, and the bar fridge is stocked with various wines, ciders, ales and premixed canned cocktails. The fridge could use fresh eggs and orange juice. The large freezer is stocked with various meats, frozen vegetables and such.” Annie said.

“Very well Annie, please assist Ms. O’Neill and Mister Sullivan – Luke that is – with any request they may have; they should be arriving within the hour.” Brenda said.

“As you wish Ms. Wade, will there be anything further?” Annie asked.

“No Annie; that will be all. Brenda Wade out.” Brenda said, terminating the call.

“Brenda, that’s much too…” Luke started.

“Like your brother just told Didi, no arguments! With all the crap Quentin has to deal with while he’s on duty, and all the corporate crap I deal with on a daily basis; assisting a relative in need is a refreshing change! Besides, I’m a sucker for a happy ending! Consider this a do-over of your date, make a weekend out of it!” Brenda said, smiling, returning her smartphone to her blazer’s pocket.

“Not to mention the crap I deal with as Ms. Americana!” Brenda thought, privately.

“That’s very generous Brenda!” Bridgette said.

“Think nothing of it, I’ll call you an Uber to get you there; I presume the cars are safe in this building’s parking lot Mikey?” Brenda asked.

“They’ll be safe, I’ll see to it.” Mikey said.

“Quentin, permission to hug your girlfriend to thank her?” Luke asked.

“Permission granted, but don’t overdo it!” Quentin said, with a wink.

Luke approached Brenda with open arms, but hugged her timidly and kissed her cheek, as he realized how large her breasts really were.

“Thanks Brenda!” he said, in a low voice.

“Oh Luke, seriously? You call that a hug? Move over!” Bridgette said, teasingly, pushing Luke aside.

“That’s how you give a thankful hug!” Bridgette said, hugging Brenda tightly, both of them giggling.

Luke and Quentin observed, gape-mouthed as Bridgette’s 36F breasts and Brenda’s 38G breasts squished together.

“Talk about planets colliding…wow…” Luke mumbled.

“The stuff dreams are made of.” Quentin mumbled back.

They looked at each other and chuckled.

9- Date do-over

“Sweet baby Jesus, how big is this place?” Luke said, as they walked out of the suite’s private elevator.

“58, 644 square feet, or 5448.20 square metres Mr. Sullivan.” Annie answered, startling Bridgette and Luke as the elevator doors closed behind them.

“And you would be Annie?” Bridgette said, giggling

“Indeed Ms. O’Neill, and I do apologise for startling you. Shall I give you the Suite’s layout?” Annie asked.

“By all means Annie!” Luke said, smiling.

“The private elevator is the central point to this Suite. The only way to access it is with the electronic key provided to you by Ms. Wade, combined with facial recognition; thus the picture she took of you and sent to me earlier.” Annie said, as Luke and Bridgette took a few steps inside the foyer.

“High security, Brenda doesn’t mess around!” Luke said.

“Indeed not! You are currently standing in the foyer. Adjacent to the elevator to your left, is the emergency staircase, also unlocked by the electronic key. Further left are the dining room, bar and kitchen. Left of the dining room is the master bedroom with its own private bathroom. Facing the elevator is the sliding glass door to the outside patio.” Annie said, as Bridgette and Luke looked to the left, and then at the patio door.

“Roger that Annie, and to the right?” Bridgette asked.

“To your right, you will find the living room, gas fireplace and television. Right of the living room is the guests’ bedroom, with its own private bathroom. Feel free to look around and help yourselves to food and drink. If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask. ” Annie said.

“Thanks Annie! So where to first?” Luke asked Bridgette.

“Hm…living room!” Bridgette said, taking Luke by the hand.

“Shall I dim the lights, turn on the gas fireplace and play some mood music?” Annie asked.

“That would be wonderful, thanks Annie!” Bridgette said, as they walked hand in hand to the opening notes to Samba pa ti.

“Wow…” Luke said, admiring the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.

“What a view!” Bridgette said, leaning on Luke as they admired Delta City’s Skyline by night.

“Amen …” Luke said, sneaking a peek at her cleavage.

“You incorrigible naughty boy! Picking up where you left off yesterday, looking down my blouse?” Bridgette said, giggling.

“Can you blame me? That blouse exposes enough flesh to cause car accidents! You call me naughty, yet you wore that blouse and short skirt to work today? Naughty girl!” Luke said, grinning.

“Well I was expecting you to show up at the Academy this morning! I wanted to corner you in your Office, lock the door and make up for blue-balling you! And by the way, you’re allowed to look at my tits; you alone!” Bridgette said, with a mischievous smirk.

Luke pulled her in closer and kissed her.

“You know…gorgeous view, dim lights, firelight, sensual music, gorgeous girl…I could make love to you right there, on the bear skin rug near the fireplace!” Luke said, in a warm voice.

“That sounds absolutely…” Bridgette started.

“That is an activity Ms. Wade and Mr. Sullivan’s cousin Quentin enjoy very much when they stay here. Do not concern yourselves, the bear skin rug is synthetic and frequently washed.” Annie offered.

Bridgette and Luke giggled.

“That’s good to know Annie, thanks!” Luke said, smiling.

The song changed to Illinois Jacket’s version of Harlem Nocturne.

“Oh! Annie, please pause playback! Wait here boyfriend!” Bridgette said, waking towards the large glass coffee table that stood between the bear skin rug and sofa.

“Playback paused!” Annie said.

Bridgette put her purse on top of the coffee table, then her glasses. She removed the hair stick that held her bun together, letting her long mane of raven hair flow down to her shoulders and dropped the hair stick next to her glasses. Then, she removed her blazer a laid it across the back of the sofa. Smiling she walked back to Luke.

“You know what was missing last night at the nightclub, which would have improved the mood? Slow dances! Annie, please rewind that last song to the beginning and restart playback on my mark?” Annie said, putting her hands on Luke’s shoulders, her lovely green eyes looking into his brown eyes.

“Awaiting your mark.” Annie said.

“Slow dancing with you…heaven!” Luke said, putting his hands on the small of her back.

“If you think that’s heaven, just wait until later; when I have my way with you! I want to build a bit of anticipation first! Annie, please resume playback!” Bridgette said, grinning.

“Resuming playback.” Annie said.

Looking into each other’s eyes, Bridgette and Luke slow danced to the sensual saxophone of Illinois Jacket. Mid song, Bridgette pressed her body against his; leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Pants feeling mighty tight…” Luke thought, reveling in the sensation of her warm body pressed against his.

The song changed to Stolen Moments, and they stopped dancing. She gave him a smoldering look, and forcefully planted her lips on his, parting them with her tongue, seeking his. Their tongues engaged in a sensual dance of their own, to the sound of the Oliver Nelson Septet. Several bars into the song, they stopped kissing, panting.

“Brenda said this would be a date do-over…last night started out well, but tonight’s even better, it’s just the two of us; and I feel…enchanted!” Bridgette said, a dreamy expression on her pretty face.

Luke nodded.

“Enchanted is the right word! I feel like a drink, you?” Luke said, smiling back at her.

“I’d love one!” Bridgette said, taking him by the hand.

They walked towards the bar, passing through the foyer. They looked at the bottles on the bar shelves, trying to decide.

“Good selection of Scotch, Bourbon, Rum, Gin, Vodka…you’re more of a red wine lover though.” Luke said.

“And cocktails! Maybe check out the bar fridge?” Bridgette said.

“Hm…I know what I feel like having!” Luke said, with a lustful look.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. Giggling charmingly, she laced her fingers behind the nape of his neck; thinking he wanted another kiss. He slid his hands down to her buttocks and lifted her up, giving her firm ass a squeeze in the process, making her yelp out of surprise.

“Hold onto me!” he murmured.

Grinning, she wrapped her legs around his waist in a body-scissors; and rested her elbows on his shoulders for extra support.

“What are you doing?” she asked, giggling.

“Patience my pretty one!” Luke said, carrying her to the bar, and sitting her down on the bar top.

“Ooh! Strong! Your cousin may be more muscular, but you’re no slouch! So…what do you feel like having?” Bridgette asked, mouth feeling dry, and pussy feeling moist.

“Thanks! You said you wanted to build anticipation, let’s see what I can do…” Luke said, putting a knee down.

Gently, he removed her high heels, putting them on the floor near the bar, as Stolen Moments ended and So What began.

“Okay, color me intrigued! You like feet? Ooh that’s so niiice!” Bridgette cooed, as Luke proceeded to rub her feet.

“There my love, on your feet all day teaching class; let your Luke soothe you!” he said, tenderly massaging her feet.

“My Luke…I love the sound of that! And you have magic hands too!” Bridgette moaned, with a blissful look on her face.

He completed her foot rub by kissing each toe, then her arches, and then the top of her feet. He slid his hands from her ankles to her calves, then to her shins and up to her knees. She observed with anticipation as his hands now slid to her inner thighs, gently spreading her legs open.

“You asked what I feel like having? I feel like having Bridgette on tap!” Luke said in a husky voice.

He lifted the front of her short skirt, exposing her lacy black Brazilian cut panties. Going teasingly slow, he gradually brought his face closer to her crotch; with a mischievous smirk. He could see goosebumps appearing in her inner thighs as she felt his hot breath on her pussy. With his right hand, he gently pulled her panties to the side, exposing her wet vulva.

“Oh my God Luke, you’re driving me crazy, stop teas…GASP!” Bridgette said, gasping as Luke spread her labia open with his left hand fingers.

With a lustful glare, he buried his face between her legs; kissing her wet vulva, and then her clit.

“HMM!” she exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, at the contact of his lips.

He began licking her up and down, vulva to clit; tasting her. He then circled her labia with his tongue, flicked it rapidly on her clit then repeated the process; vulva, clit, labia and clit again, making her squirm.

“Uuuhhh…oh my God don’t stop…” she said, breathing heavily.

He darted his tongue in her pussy a few times, and then focused his attention on her clit, wanting to make her cum hard, flicking his tongue on it, suckling it, and gingerly biting it.

“GASP…oh… GOD…so…in…tense! Can’t think! C-cuh-cuh-CUMMIIIIIIING!” Bridgette shouted, head tilted back, back arched, legs extended and toes curling.

Panting, she grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up; her clitoris rendered too sensitive for any further stimulation; as So What ended, replaced by Freddie Freeloader.

“Ow, easy!” Luke said, getting to his feet.

“Sorry, too sensitive baby, come here…hold me while I catch my breath…” she said, breathless.

As she still sat on top of the bar, they hugged tightly; Bridgette once again wrapping her muscular legs around his waist to pull him in.

“I’m sorry if I went a bit hard there…” Luke whispered in her ear.

“Shut up, it was amazing, I loved it! Foot rubs and orgasms? I’m never letting you go!” she whispered back.

“That’s good, ‘cause I’m never letting you go either…” Luke said, wanting to say more, but basking in the moment.

She looked in his eyes with a mischievous grin.

“Your turn! Help me down!” she said, putting her hands on his shoulders.

He held her by the waist and helped her to her feet.

“Thank you kind Sir!” She said, kneeling in front of him.

It was his turn to have a dry mouth and a wet spot in his crotch as precum was oozing from his penis. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. She then pulled his pants down to his ankles, and admired his boner for a few moments. With her warm, smooth right hand, she held his erect cock at its base.

“Is that a banana in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” Bridgette said, doing her best Mae West impersonation.

“Oh baby! You certainly have the curves to do a believable Mae West! Why don’t you taste it and see?” Luke said, feeling his pulse race.

“Don’t mind if I do! You had Bridgette on tap, I’m in the mood for Crème de Luke!” she said, with a wicked grin.

She cradled his balls with a gentle but firm left hand, slightly pulling his scrotum forward. She licked his balls, tracing a line with her tongue up his shaft and to his glans, liking it clean of its precum; looking up at him, observing his reactions.

“Oh yeah…” he moaned, rolling his eyes.

“The straight-laced, prim and proper teacher is on her knees before me; hair down and glasses off, giving me oral...if I’m dreaming don’t wake me!” he thought, observing her licking him; balls to glans.

After teasing him for a few more moments, she opened her mouth exaggeratingly wide and engulfed the head of his penis in her mouth; stroking his shaft with a firm grip. He involuntarily bucked his hips; back arched and head tilted back, uttering an audible “Unh!”

The songs changed again, as Take Five started.

Satisfied with the effect it was having on him, she returned her right hand to the base of his shaft; holding it still as she proceeded to bob her head up and down on his cock, increasingly faster and deeper, tickling his sack with her left hand for good measure.

“Oh my God, baby that’s so good!” Luke blurted out, nearly losing control.

Lips wrapped around his cock, the corners of her pretty mouth curled up in a mischievous smile, Bridgette was in total control of Luke’s impending orgasm and she liked it. She focused her efforts on his glans again, stroking his shaft at double speed; wanting him to explode in her greedy, wanting mouth.

“Oh G…s-slow down! I d-don’t wanna cum that fast! B-Bridgette you…I-can’t-hold-back-slow-down!” Luke stammered, trying to pull away.

Bridgette reached behind him with her left hand, grabbed his right buttock and pulled him back in.

“That’s what I want silly! My Crème de Luke! Don’t resist, shoot it in my mouth!” Bridgette said in a commanding voice, interrupting and resuming her blowjob.

“Oh…oh…oh baby YEAH I’m gonna cum! I’m c….” Luke grunted, surrendering to Bridgette, who swallowed his load, sucking him clean.

He looked at her in genuine amazement, as she pulled his pants up while getting back to her feet.

“You…you actually swallowed me!” Luke said, pulling his zipper up.

“Didn’t think the nerdy teacher with the big tits had it in her huh? You made me cum so hard when you had me on tap, I had to repay you! Now I feel like a real drink!” Bridgette said, with a wink, buttoning Luke’s pants.

Luke resisted the urge to say ‘well if you didn’t have it in you, you sure do now!’

“You and me both…by the way, I swear I’m better than this in delaying my orgasm!” Luke said, walking around the bar.

Bridgette chuckled, bending over to pick up her shoes, the opening bars of Kind of Blue starting.

“Don’t sweat it, I was in control of your orgasm, and I enjoyed it! So, what does the bar fridge have to offer?” She asked, putting her shoes on one of the barstools.

Luke opened bar fridge’s door and looked.

“Annie, is that bottle of champagne off limits? I wouldn’t want to abuse of Brenda’s generosity if it’s a rare vintage.” Luke said.

“Do not concern yourself Mr. Sullivan, your cousin shares your discomfort with expensive labels; and while Ms. Wade keeps an upper class public image, privately, her concern is more with quality than cost. You are welcome to that bottle of champagne Mr. Sullivan.” Annie replied.

“Thanks Annie! And Thanks Brenda! What do you say Bridgette?” Luke said, taking the bottle out of the fridge.

“Champagne sounds lovely!” Bridgette said, reaching for the glass rack above the bar, picking up two champagne flutes.

Luke removed the foil from the cork, then carefully removed the muselet from the cork, as the first bars of Blue in Green could be heard. Firmly holding the bottle with his left hand, he gently twisted the cork left and right with his right hand until it popped, without the usual foamy burst.

“There, not a drop wasted! Pass me your glass my dear…” Luke said, pouring champagne in Bridgette’s glass.

“One glass of champagne for the pretty girl…” Luke said, handing her the champagne flute.

“Why thank you my handsome boy!” she said, grinning.

“And one glass for me.” He said, pouring himself a glass.

Smiling, they raised their glasses.

“Cheers!” they said in unison, clinking glasses and then taking a sip.

“Delicious!” Bridgette said.

“How about we reconvene in the living room? I want to look into your lovely eyes by the fireplace…” Luke said.

“Perhaps leading to passionate love making on the bear skin rug; with the lit Delta City skyline in the background and a roaring fire in the fireplace? You know I’m in!” Bridgette said, glass of champagne in one hand and high heel shoes in the other.

Luke picked up his glass in one hand and the bottle in the other. He then walked from behind the bar to join Bridgette.

“Shall we then?” She said, smiling brightly.

“Lead the way!” he said, with a nod.

10- The Desired Outcome

“This is weird…” Luke said, putting the champagne bottle and his flute on the coffee table.

“What’s that love?” Bridgette asked, putting her flute next to his, and dropping her heels under the coffee table.

“We just got passionate, gave each other oral sex…why am I so nervous now? Luke asked, blushing.

“I feel it too…like we’re teens again, about to do something naughty!” Bridgette said, grinning, as she sat on the couch.

Luke nodded, sitting next to her. He looked up with a frown, noticing that something was missing.

“Say Annie, why did the music stop?” Luke asked.

“My apologies, I perform nightly data syncs with Otto, Ms. Sheila Holly’s personal AI assistant. Ms. Holly is Ms. Wade’s business partner. Resuming music playback.” Annie said, Horizons opening the new playlist.

“Being a teen again with you…we’re enchanted indeed, I love it!” Luke said, smiling.

Gently, he inserted his right index finger in her cleavage and pulled her closer. Smirking, she leaned in closer and closed her eyes. They resumed tongue kissing, the champagne having washed off any remnants of bodily fluids from their mouths. Still kissing, he began unbuttoning her blouse and she his shirt. They stopped kissing as they removed each other’s top, dropping shirt and blouse to the floor. Bridgette giggled.

“Very demure teens anyway! With a very gentle touch!” she said, grinning.

“That was me as a teen…demure, shy, awkward with the girls…had we met at a High School dance I would have been the wallflower admiring you at a distance; jealous of your date!” he said, in a low, soothing voice, reaching around her to unhook her lacy black bra.

“I probably would have been standing right next to you; the nerdy teen with the Coke bottle glasses and braces! I blossomed when the braces came off…and when I met Crys, Rach and Erica at Goddard! They really helped me come out of my shell!” she said, her voice trailing off as Luke removed her bra.

He dropped her bra to the floor and admired her chest, gape-mouthed; as Horizons made way to Dawa.

“Good God you’re scorching hot…” He said, grabbing her breasts with a gentle grip, pushing them up, and leaning forward.

“Hotter than the girls at the Acc…GASP!” she started to ask, but was interrupted as Luke’s lips kissed her left nipple.

He kissed her nipples, left to right, and right to left; covering her skin with goosebumps.

“Way hotter!” he grunted, before resuming his nipple kisses.

“Ohh that feels so good...more!” she cooed with delight; gently biting her lower lip.

“Gladly!” he said, repeating the process, adding licking and gentle biting to the kisses.

He gently but firmly kneaded her fleshy mounds, sensually sucking, biting, licking and kissing her nipples until they were rock hard.

“Oh Luke…Oh Luuuuuuuuuke! I…I…HMMMMMM! Oh my GOD you made me cum again! H-how’s that p-p-possible?” she said in a squeaky voice, panting.

Smiling, Luke let go of her breasts held her; naked upper-bodies touching, caressing her back as she caught her breath.

“Well…according to a study published in the Journal of Sexual Medicine, nipple stimulation activates the same region of the brain as clitoral, vaginal and cervical stimulation…translation, you just experienced a nipple orgasm!” Luke said, in a soothing voice.

She giggled and kissed him.

“Who’s the teacher here anyway? I’ll give you this much, you sure know what buttons to push! And kiss…and lick…and bite…” Bridgette said, taking him by the hands; standing up.

She reached for her champagne flute, and looking into his eyes, took a long sip, emptying it. The final bars of Dawa made way for Sure-as-Not.

“I’m ready baby. Mood music, hot hunk…take that skirt and those panties off me; and take me right there on that bear skin rug!” Bridgette said, putting her empty champagne flute back on the coffee table.

Luke smiled, picked up his own champagne flute and chugged it; as Bridgette was getting busy re-unbuckling his belt. Chuckling, he let her unbutton his pants and pull his zipper down. He allowed his pants to slide down to his ankles and put his empty flute next to hers. He kicked his pants aside.

“A pleasure, my gorgeous one!” he said, reaching around her.

He unbuttoned the top of her skirt and pulled its zipper down, letting it slide to her ankles. Following suite, she kicked it aside. He knelt down at her feet, kissed her lower abdomen and pulled her lacy black Brazilian cut panties down; helping her out of them. Eyes closed, he brought them to his nose and smelled them. He looked up at her, smiled, and kissed her just above the pubic bone.

“Hmm, you’re a wonderful tease; my pussy’s dripping wet! Take those socks off and join me in front of the fireplace!” she said, walking around the coffee table.

“Yes ma’am!” he said, observing her with a lustful look as her fit, curvaceous body walked in front of the fireplace.

She sensually laid down on her side on the bear skin rug, gracing him with a wink and a come hither gesture, as he removed his socks.

“Maddison who?” Luke thought, enthralled by the sight of Bridgette laying there on front of the fireplace; in all her naked glory.

“I want you, so bad…” he grunted, walking around the coffee table.

“I want you worse! You made me cum twice already, I’m ready for number three; make love to me! Fuck me Luke!” she said, breathless.

She slid her right arm between the nape of her neck and her raven mane of hair, lifting it up as she turned to lie down on her hack; letting it cascade above her head, fanned out on the bear skin rug; as the opening bars of Wes Montgomery’s Mellow Mood could be heard.

“Sweet Jesus Bridgette, you’re so sexy…” he said, kneeling at her feet.

He took her by the ankles and kissed her feet.

“Hmm...so you do like feet! I’m not complaining!” she said, smiling.

“Your feet, your shins…” he said, then kissing her shins.

“Hmm, I like it!” she said, smile turning to grin.

“Your lovely, muscular thighs...” he said, moving between her legs kissing each thigh.

“Ooh, getting hot!” She moaned, spreading her legs open a bit wider.

“Your wonderful groin muscle flanking your perfect pussy…”he said, kissing her, right of the pussy, and then left.

“Hmm you tease! I’m getting so wet!” she said, toes curling, breathing fast.

“How’s that for an anticipation builder?” he asked, grinning.

“Perfect! When I told that drunkard in the restaurant that you were a wonderful lover, I didn’t realize how right I w…GASP!” she said, gasping as he flicked his tongue on her anus.

She lifted her head and observed in genuine amazement as Luke gave her a rim job. She planted her feet on the bear skin rug and lifted her pelvis to give him a better angle, enjoying every second on Luke’s tongue caressing her pink anus.

“Gasp…that’s-a-f-first! S-so-p-pleasurable! I n-n-never knew! GASP!” she said in a shaky voice; gasping again as he kissed her anus.

“Kissing your ass is a pleasure and a privilege!” he said, and then kissed her pussy, making her utter a high-pitched yelp.

She slid her feet down and allowed her shapely ass back on the bear skin rug as he traced a line with the tip of his tongue from her clitoris to her navel; then up her abdomen to her cleavage as he slowly penetrated her.

“Unnngggh! You’re an artist! A Mozart of love-making!” she grunted, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Every artist needs his muse…you’re my Erato, my Calliope! You truly bring out the best in me!” Luke said, leaning his elbows on the bear skin rug covered floor and bringing his face near her massive breasts.

“And you the best in me!” she thought, in complete bliss; as the melody of ‘Round Midnight filled the air.

She smiled and arched her back, pushing her chest upwards, offering him her nipples. She once again laced her fingers at the nape of his neck as he pushed her breasts together. He began rocking his hips back and forth at a steady pace. As he penetrated her, he circled her right breast’s areola with his tongue, kissed the nipple, then gingerly bit it; making her coo her approval. Happy with the effect it was having on her, her repeated the treatment on her left nipple. Luke looked into her eyes and smiled mischievously.

“Keep your arms and legs wrapped around me; hold on!” he said, lifting her up.

“OH MY GOD!” She shouted, as he sat cross-legged, impaling her on his cock; sitting her on his lap, her legs still wrapped around him.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, concerned.

“No baby it’s good…you just took me by surprise; so deep!” she said, hugging him for balance.

“Padmasana position; don’t bounce up and down on me Bridgette, grind your clit against my pubis; and press your tits against my chest!” he said in a near hypnotic drone.

“Ooooh…my Mozart…” she said, sensations coursing through her like a low intensity current.

“My Erato…” he said, using every ounce of self-restraint not to cum prematurely.

“My Eros…” she said, trembling, biting her lower lip.

“My Calliope…” he said, feeling her pussy juice dripping on his balls and enjoying every second of it.

“My Luuuukee!” she moaned, edging ever closer to orgasm number three.

“My Bridgette! I’m so close…lay on top of me!” he grunted, extending his legs and slowly lying down on his back.

“You’re the best! Pump into me baby!” she moaned as she rubbed her breasts against his chest and ground her clit against his pubis.

He complied, rocking his hips up and down, his right hand sliding from her left hamstring to her left buttock to the small of her back; while his left hand slid from the nape of her neck down her back to her right buttock. She put her hands on the floor above his shoulders and pushed herself up, arching her back; adding extra pressure on her clit and driving his cock in deeper, her tits bouncing back and forth, brushing against his face.

“Yeah-keep-pump-ing! I’m-a-bout-to-CUUUUUUUMMMM!” She moaned loudly, orgasm number three finally washing over her like a tidal wave.

Spent, she collapsed on top of him; trembling.

“Are you okay?” He asked, caressing her back.

“Better than okay baby…you’re the first to ever give me three orgasms…second date and you’ve already made me the most satisfied woman on earth…did you cum baby?” Bridgette asked, catching her breath.

“Not yet, but I’m real close!” Luke said, smiling.

“Okay, I’ll get on my hands and knees, doggy me! I want to feel your cum all over my ass! We can shower in the guest’s bedroom’s bathroom!” Bridgette said, sliding off him.

She assumed position on her hands and knees, teasingly wiggling her ass. Luke smiled, amazed.

“Dear Lord, is this the same prim and proper teacher who never mixes business with pleasure?” Luke said, getting on his knees.

“This is no business boyfriend! This is pure pleasure! Fuck me Luke!” Bridgette said, looking at him over her shoulder, with a wicked grin.

“Yes ma’am!” Luke said, left hand on her rump and guiding the head of his cock to her pussy.

Holding her by the hips, he slid into her making her grunt loudly.

“So deep! Pound me baby! Pound me hard!” Bridgette said, as Luke’s thrusts gained in speed.

“Yeah baby, how about a bit of this while I fuck your pussy?” he grunted, gently massaging her anus with his thumb.

“Ooh, I like it! Don’t stick it in though okay?” she said, in a husky voice.

“I promise baby! I just want to pleasure you some more before I cum!” he said, his voice once again taking its hypnotic drone.

“My hunk! Wanna pretend like you’re fucking my ass? Would that make you cum hard?” she said, teasingly squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles.

“Holy shit yeah!” he grunted.

“That’s it baby, fuck your Bridgette’s tight ass! Stick it all the way in me, I wanna feel your pubic bone rub against my tailbone! Stretch my ass Luke! Stretch it!” Bridgette said, taking a sultry, breathy voice.

“Oh my God Bridgette I can’t hold back…” he said, pulling out.

“DO IT!” she shouted, egging him on.

“I’m gonna CUM! I’M Unnnh!” he grunted, salvos of cum hitting Bridgette’s shapely ass, back and the nape of her neck.

“Oh! Oh! OHH! Ha! Ha! All the way in my hair! Good shot!” Bridgette said, giggling.

They cuddled for a few moments on the bear skin rug, glad that it was synthetic and machine washable.

“Annie, before we shower, where is the laundry room?” Luke asked.

“I forgot to mention it earlier Mr. Sullivan; through the foyer, the closet door between the kitchen and dining room.” Annie said.

“Thanks Annie! You get started Bridgette, I’ll throw this in the wash and join you in the shower.” He said.

“Don’t be long!” Bridgette said, kissing him.

11- The Desired Outcome pt2

(You seriously didn’t think I’d leave Brenda and Quentin out of it did you?)

While Bridgette and Luke were slow dancing, Brenda and Quentin enjoyed a soak in the Jacuzzi; sipping wine in Brenda’s fourth residence. Brenda teasingly rubbed her smooth feet on Quentin’s boner, masturbating him.

“Hmm, Little Sully is in great shape!” she said, teasingly as she put her glass on the edge of the tub.

“Let’s say he’s highly motivated! Your gorgeous body, your Aphrodite pheromones in the air, your amazing talent to use your feet to jerk me off!” he said, caressing the top of her feet.

“If my feet are making Little Sully this hard, imagine how he will react when my hands caress him!” Brenda said with a teasing grin.

She slid next to him and sat on his lap. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kept his thighs apart; to allow her access to his erect cock. Teasingly, she flicked her tongue at his lips as she reached underwater to masturbate him. He flicked his tongue back at hers, and snickering, they lizard-kissed as she jerked him off.

“Hmm, I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again; slow down if you want me in you!” Quentin said, fondling her gargantuan G-cuppers with his free hand.

“Spoil sport! But you’re right: I do want that stiff rod in my pussy! We’re both aware of the health risks of underwater intercourse, so…” Brenda said, letting go of his cock and getting to her feet.

“Wait, don’t move! Just stand still, let me pleasure you!” Quentin said, kneeling at her feet, the Jacuzzi water rising just below his pecs.

He reached around her, grabbing her shapely muscular ass, and brought his mouth to her pussy; licking her clit like a thirsty puppy.

“Ooooh! Don’t stop licking Quentiiiiiin! You-cer-tain-ly-know-my-ma-gic-spooooots!” Brenda moaned, increasingly loudly as she fondled her 38G-cuppers.

“Lick your nipples baby!” he said in a low voice, inserting a middle finger in her moist core; adding a g-spot massage to his clit licking.

Grinning, she complied; pushing her tits up and circling her nipples with her tongue, waves of pleasure washing over her body from head to toes.

“Uh huh! Uh huh! UH HUUUUUHHH! QUENTIN I’M CUMMIIIIIIIIING!” she screamed, squirting all over his face.

He removed his right hand’s middle finger from her pussy, stood up and wrapped his arms around her, steadying her. She returned his hug, trembling.

“I wanted Little Sully therapy…but I gotta say, your oral therapy and g-spot massage are pretty damned good too!” She said, wiping her cum from his face with her smooth right hand.

“Ready for Little Sully, or do you need a bit more time to catch your breath?” he asked, in a gentle voice.

She kissed him and smiled.

“Oh I’m ready! But after you gave me this orgasm, we need the bed for what I have in mind for you! I want to ride you like a wild bronco, and feel your stiff rod deep into me! Then I want it between my tits! Then I want it doggy style! Not necessarily in that order!” Brenda said excitedly, taking a long sip of wine, emptying her glass.

“Sounds good to me!” Quentin said, picking up his wine glass and also emptying it in a long sip.

They put their empty glasses next to the bottle of wine, on top of the rolling table caddy. Carefully, they stepped out of the Jacuzzi and onto the absorbent bathmat at the foot of the tub. Brenda tossed Quentin a towel and grabbed one for herself. Grinning, they towel-dried each other.

“Your nipples are hard!” Quentin teasingly said, as he towelled her G-cuppers.

“So’s Little Sully! She said with a wink, gently towelling his balls.

Giggling, they hung the towels to dry on the towel rack. Brenda hit the auto-clean button on the Jacuzzi’s control panel and cast Quentin a smoldering look. She firmly grabbed his erect cock with her right hand and led him out of the bathroom and to the Master’s bedroom.

“Making sure my hard-on doesn’t deflate?” he said, with a smirk.

“Something like that! Lie down on your back, I want to make it all slippery before I sit on it!” she said, excitedly.

“My pleasure! No pun intended!” Quentin said, performing an Olympics-worthy high jump and landing on his back in the middle of the bed.

“Ha! Ha! Good form!” Brenda said, applauding.

“I’m in your hands baby, do me!” Quentin said.

Sensual and feline-like, Brenda crawled into bed, and slid her firm G-cuppers from his feet to his shins, knees, thighs and lower abdomen. She then straddled his legs and rubbed her tits in his crotch, sandwiching his cock and balls in her cleavage; observing his reactions.

“Ooh baby yeah! That’s way too good!” Quentin grunted, enjoying every second of Brenda’s teasing.

“Hmm, and how do you like this?” she said in a sultry voice, leaning on her left elbow; and taking his cock in her right hand.

G-cuppers pressed against his muscular thighs, and her raven tresses tickling his crotch; she brought his cock to her mouth and slowly swallowed it, moving her right hand out of the way, until her nose touched his pubis.

“Holy shit! I don’t like it, I love it! This feels awesome! You’re awesome!” Quentin said, hands grasping the comforter.

Testing her gag reflex, Brenda extended her tongue and licked his balls; making him gasp.

“Careful baby…you’ll make me cum down your throat!” he said, shaking.

She released his cock, thick saliva coming out of her mouth; making his cock and balls wet.

“No you don’t! Not yet! I wanted to make your cock wet, and now that it is…” she said, kneeling up; his legs still between hers.

She moved up to his pelvis, and with a firm but gentle hand, she guided his cock to her vulva; and slid it into her.

“…I’m riding this bronco!” she said, rolling her hips and grabbing his muscular forearms, guiding his hands to her breasts.

“That’s it Quentin, massage my titties like only you know how…hmmm yeah…” she moaned, tilting her pelvis so her clit would grind against his pubis as she rolled her hips.

Quentin inhaled deeply, getting in the delayed orgasm zone.

“God boy Quentin…moan…get Little Sully under control…gasp…and keep fondling my tits…p-puh-pump into me! O-o-or-ga-sm-num-ber-two t-t-taking o-ver! C-C-CUMMING AGAIN!” Brenda said, her voice taking a high-pitched whine.

Gasping for air, she leaned on top of him and began French-kissing him with passion as he caressed her back and buttocks.

“I feel the stress and tension melting away...you’re bar none the best therapy!” Brenda said, coming up for air; smiling affectionately at him.

“And you are my best therapy; physically and mentally. Your Aphrodite pheromones challenge me sometimes, but eventually they make me stronger. You make me stronger! In Greek Mythology, Adonis was Aphrodite’s mortal lover; I feel like the Adonis to your Aphrodite!” Quentin said, giving her buttocks a teasing squeeze.

“Hmm you silver-tongued devil! Don’t sell yourself short baby; while I may descend from Aphrodite, you’re far more to me than an Adonis to me…you’re a combined version of Eros, Heracles and Perseus! In more ways than one…” Brenda said, looking into his eyes, voice trailing off.

“How so?” Quentin asked.

“Old Aphrodite tales from the dawn of time…such as: once an Aphrodite descendant swallows her true love’s seed, they become forever joined; soulmates forever.” Brenda said, in a gentle voice.

“Wow…you…swallowed me back in College! Even though you broke up with me, you knew we’d be together again!” Quentin said, surprised.

“While I didn’t really believe it back then, part of me wanted it to be true; in the end I’m glad it was true!” Brenda said, kissing him again.

“And what’s the link with the Greek gods?” Quentin asked, with a curious frown.

“Another ancient Aphrodite tale, is that the more an Aphrodite descendant engages in sexual intercourse with her true love, the more he takes on the virtues of the corresponding Greek gods. In your case, Eros’ sexual prowess, Heracles’ strength and Perseus’ heroism!” Brenda said, with an affectionate smile.

“I can live with that! Titty-fuck next or doggy?” Quentin asked.

“Doggy! After I cum again, then I want you to fuck my tits and cum in my mouth! Think you can control Old Faithful’s trajectory?” Brenda said, grinning as she let Quentin’s cock slide out of her.

“I’ll give it my best shot…again no pun intended!” Quentin said, as Brenda assumed position and he got to his knees.

Brenda crouched a bit, assuming a kowtow pose; putting her feet together.

“I really enjoy doggy-style best when I feel you squeeze my ass and hips between your thighs while you fuck me!” Brenda said, in a sultry voice.

“You and me both!” Quentin replied, kneeling behind her; with her calves between his knees.

She arched her back, offering him a good view of ass and pussy. He firmly grabbed her buttocks and spread them, making her gasp. He gave her butt cheeks a gentle slap, and slowly slid his manhood in her moist core.

“Unnnnnhhh yeah! Your patented teasingly slow penetration! Piston me Quentin, fuck me!” Brenda commanded; in a whiney voice.

Firmly grabbing her by the waist, he moved his pelvis backwards until only the head of his cock was in her pussy, waited a few seconds and then slammed it back into her.

“UNNNNHHH! You jerk! Good thing my cervix is geared for pleasure and not pain!” Brenda grunted loudly, hands forcefully grabbing the comforter.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t meat to hurt you!” Quentin said, worried.

“You didn’t! Don’t you recognise my super-intense-passionately-horny moods yet?” Brenda said, giggling.

“I do…I’m also aware of never taking liberties with an Aphrodite descendant unless she gives me permission first!” Quentin said, rocking his hips back and forth, his cock deep in her pussy.

“Hm, my considerate lover! You have my permission, piston me my locomotive!” Brenda said, her voice becoming husky as his thrusts gained in speed and intensity.

Keeping his left hand to her waist, he gave her muscular buttocks a teasing slap with his right, pounding her pussy increasingly harder.

“AHH! YES! SPANK-ME! FUCK-ME-HAR-DER! DON’T STOP!” She shouted, glad no one could hear them.

“Yeah baby, I’m in the zone!” he grunted, returning his right hand to her waist; pulling her pelvis to him with each thrust for extra depth.

“YEAH! LIKE-THAT! FUCK-ME HARD-QUEN-TIN!” She grunted, teeth clenched.

He gave her one last deep thrust, enjoying the sensation of her firm, muscular ass in his crotch, and her hot, tight wet pussy greedily squeezing his cock.

“UNNGH! Why…why are you stopping?” Brenda asked, as Quentin slid out of her after the last deep thrust.

“Mind if I take charge?” Quentin asked, as he moved to her left side.

Using his great upper-body strength, he flipped her on her side; laying her right leg on his muscular left shoulder, and cradling her left leg in the crook of his right arm.

“WHOA! Don’t mind if you do, Heracles! Want me to lick my nipples again? Does it turn you on?” Brenda asked, with a wicked grin; pushing her massive right breast to her mouth.

“It most definitely does…” Quentin said, slowly reinserting his appendage in her pussy; knowing how much it turned her on.

“Unnngggh…yess!” she hissed, and then began flicking her tongue on her right breast’s nipple.

“What I really want is for your next orgasm to be even more pleasurable than the first two! Lick your nipple, caress your clit, whichever feels best while I pump into you!” Quentin said, building a cadence with his hips; kissing her right foot.

“Oooh baby you’re so wonderful! Hmmmmhhh!” Brenda said, cooing her approval as she let go of her breast and began rubbing her clit.

He rolled her on her back so she would be more comfortable, and leaned forward to fondle her breasts; still penetrating her as she rubbed her clit.

“So fucking wonderful…” she moaned, moving her left leg to his right shoulder; circling her clit with her right hand middle finger.

“Feeling good baby?” Quentin asked, in a soothing voice.

“Oh better than good baby you know it! Ohh…you’re-the-best-the-rap-ist…gasp…period!” Brenda said, now rubbing her clit up and down, following the rhythm of Quentin’s thrusts.

“Getting close?” Quentin asked, his voice taking a deep character that made her shiver.

“Uh huh! I…gasp…can feel my…ohh…whole body t-t-tingle!” Brenda said, breathing hard; orgasm number three building up deep within her.

Quentin firmly but gently kneaded her breasts, caressing her nipples with his thumbs. Feeling ever closer to another delicious orgasm, she brought her feet to his chin; now rubbing her clit at double-speed.

“Suh-suck my t-toes Quentin, p-puh-please! It f-fuh-feels so g-good when you dooo! F-fuh-f-fuck m-me h-hard, s-squeeze my t-tits and s-suck m-my toes!” Brenda said, looking into his eyes with a penetrating look; now rolling her clit between her right hand’s thumb and index finger.

“No need to ask me twice!” Quentin said, pounding her pussy increasingly harder; and opening his mouth, letting Brenda insert the big toe and second toe of her left and right foot in his mouth.

He licked her toes and sucked on them, all the while pounding her pussy, kneading her breasts and caressing her nipples with his thumbs.

“Oh yeah Quentin, OH YEAH! That tickles so good! The p-pussy! The c-c-clit! The n-nipples! Getting a…gasp…si…oooh…si-mul-taneous o-o-org...BABYYYY I’M CUMMMIIIIIING!” Brenda shrieked, in prey of a simultaneous clitoral, vaginal and nipple orgasm.

She pulled her toes out of Quentin’s mouth and wrapped her legs around him; pulling him against her as her body trembled. She released her body-scissors and they held each other for a few moments; basking in the afterglow.

“Was number 3 better than the first two?” he asked, kissing her.

“Definitely...this isn’t the first time you’ve given me simultaneous orgasms, and when they happen…wow…I’m still shaking!” Brenda said, nuzzling him.

“Simultaneous? I didn’t realize your toes were so erogenous!” Quentin said, grinning.

She gave his muscular shoulder a playful swat.

“They’re not, silly! Well, then again, maybe they are a little…it’s a sweet, warm tickle; the pleasant kind. Pleasurable enough to push three simultaneous orgasms over the edge…vaginal, clitoral…and a spine-tingling nipple orgasm as a bonus.” Brenda said, giving his boner a firm squeeze, to make sure Little Sully was still hard.

“So you weren’t kidding? You just came three times?” Quentin said, genuinely surprised.

“For a total of five! I never kid about my orgasms Quentin, I wasn’t kidding about you giving me simultaneous orgasms in the past either!” Brenda said, gently stroking Little Sully.

“Well damn…I guess it’s true, the more we make love, the more Eros rubs off on me! And the more I treat you right!” Quentin said, caressing her pussy as she continued to slowly masturbate him.

“The treating me right part is pure Quentin Sullivan my love; Eros, Heracles and Perseus had nothing to do with it! Okay, your turn! Little Sully, my tits, your cum in my mouth!” Brenda said, reaching for the bottle of lubricant on the night table.

Quentin moved aside as Brenda squirted lube in her cleavage, rubbing her gorgeous 38 G-cuppers together; making sure her cleavage was nice and slippery. She winked at him and pushed her breasts together.

“Say, if you push them up to your chin, your cleavage can be used as a guide ramp to your mouth!” Quentin said, as he straddled her ribcage.

“Kinky!” Brenda said, pushing her breasts to her chin; and teasingly flicking her tongue at the top of her cleavage.

She laced her fingers, keeping her fleshy mounds of flesh together as he slid his cock between them.

“Holy shit this is so hot…” Quentin mumbled, slowly fucking her tits.

Casting him a penetrating, lustful look she continued teasingly flicking her tongue at the top of her cleavage; adding visual stimuli to the physical as he fucked her tits, and adding lustful moans for good measure.

“Unnngggh…Old Faithful about to blow…” Quentin grunted; close to the edge.

“Do it Quentin, do it! Between my tits and in my mouth! Cum! CUM!” Brenda goaded him wanting every drop of his cum.

“Oh my God, I can’t hold back! Open your mouth baby I’m gonna cum! Here it Cuh…ngh! Ngh! Ngh!” Quentin exclaimed, head tilted back, back arched; as cum salvos hit the intended target of Brenda’s mouth.

Spent, he looked at her in awe as she let go of her gorgeous, massive breasts; wiping leftover cum from her cleavage with her fingers and sucking them clean.

“You’re amazing!” He said, lying down next to her.

“You’re pretty damned good yourself! I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight!” she said, as they cuddled; eyes closed.

“Me too…shower next?” Quentin asked.

“In a minute baby…right now I’m too comfy in your arms!” Brenda said, giving him a gentle peck on the lips.

Epilogue – The Following Monday

“Say Laura, did you see the hunk in the leather jacket following Luke around in the Academy today?” the lovely purple-haired mulatta named Lola asked.

“Yes…I had the pleasure last Friday. That’s Special Agent Quentin Sullivan of the FBI, Luke’s cousin.” Laura said, acknowledging him with a timid smile and a nod as he walked past them, with Luke, Bridgette and an attractive brunette.

Quentin smiled back at her, Luke winked at her and Bridgette, who was chatting with the other brunette also smiled at her.

“And that lovely brunette chatting up Bridgette is Crystal Warren, Luke’s attorney…if Quentin and Crystal are both here today…whatever restructuring they were working on last Friday was child’s play. Mark my words Lola, things are about to get real in a hurry.” Laura said, as Amy, Maria and Holly joined them.

“And there’s Didi escorting Megan to the staff’s boardroom…she looks pissed, didn’t even change out of her gym gear!” Lola said, with a curious frown.

“Ms. Goddard is already in there, looking like she’s about to have a seizure, she barely acknowledged us when we said hi!” Amy said.

“Care to catch us up?” Maria asked.

“Well, I don’t have all the facts, and I learned the hard way not to jump to conclusions…but what I do know I’ll share. Oh, Hi Alicia! Come girls, let’s head to the cafeteria and have a cup of coffee; I’ll tell you what I know.” Laura said, secretly wishing she was a fly on the wall during that closed door meeting.

The End