Love Times 2 - Pt 13

Love Times 2

Pt 13 of 15

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Yvonne, Regina, and Kurt are now officially a threesome. A throuple. The girls are completing their final semester at college and will graduate soon. A lot happens in Chapter 13 of the 15-part series, "Love Times 2."

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I felt ashamed of myself during the drive home from campus. Yvonne and Reg would be deeply hurt if they knew I'd been having sex all along with Cyndi and Taylor. Reg's heartfelt declaration of love made it impossible to pretend I wasn't cheating on two of the most wonderful women in the history of love.

It had to stop. Immediately. I resolved to put an immediate end to both of my illicit affairs. And that's what I did.

Almost.

Cyndi was understanding. She knew I was in love with Yvonne. I hadn't told her about Reg, but that didn't change anything. "This had to end someday," she told me. "I'm glad it lasted as long as it did." Her relationship with her new boyfriend had been getting deeper, and they'd had conversations about moving in together.

She was still worried about the fact that his job as a truck driver kept him out of town from early Monday morning until late Friday night. "I don't know what I'm going to do without you," she said. "I'll get pretty horny if you aren't around. I guess I'll need to buy a bigger vibrator."

This may sound very noble, but don't be fooled. I spent that final night with Cyndi. We had sex all evening, fell asleep, then had sex the next morning. Saying goodbye made me sad, but it had to be done. It should have ended long before it did.

My break-up with Taylor was very different. "I just had a very revealing conversation with my husband," she told me. "He admitted to me that he's gay."

"Wow," I said. "That must have been a shock."

"It wasn't shocking at all," Taylor said. "It explained everything. I always felt he wasn't as attracted to me as he should be. Now I understand why. Now I know why I needed to spend so much time with you, Kurt.

"My husband said he suspected he was gay before we got married. The reason he proposed is that he thought that if we got married and had kids, he could eventually live life as a straight man. He wanted to fake it till he made it. It's taken him this long to figure out that was a stupid strategy."

"It's a common situation," I said. "Our society demonizes homosexuality so much that lots of people try to deny their true nature. It's a tragedy. He made you a victim of his own delusion. "

"But I'm not upset with him. I know I should be angry that he misled me into marrying him. But I understand why he did it. We're going to get divorced so we can both look for partners who can make us happy. With a little luck, I'll find a real boyfriend to take care of my needs."

"I hope that happens soon, Taylor," I said.

"But it hasn't happened yet," she said. "Can I persuade you to take care of my needs one more time?"

It didn't take a lot of persuading. I took care of her "needs" three more times that day. But then we parted for good.

Panic set in immediately. For the first time, I was forced to confront the fact that my life was about to change dramatically. I wasn't mentally prepared. Yvonne and Reg were due to graduate in about two months, and I knew that most people who attempt to live as a romantic trio fail. There are scientists who research the sex lives of people in unconventional relationships, and it's well known that throuples face huge barriers that don't exist for average couples.

The main problem is that it's almost impossible for a three-sided romance to be fair and equal to all partners. One or more partners usually have stronger feelings for one member of the throuple, and that inevitably leads to hurt feelings and jealousy. Me, Yvonne, and Reg seemed to be equally invested in our romance - so far - but that didn't mean it would never change. Folks have to work to keep these relationships balanced. Nothing is guaranteed.

I knew I'd feel terrible if something happened that hurt either woman's feelings. I resolved to do everything I could to protect them, but I worried it might be like trying to juggle too many balls at once. After all, I'd never even been in a live-in relationship before. Was I trying to run before I'd learned to walk?

And I felt ashamed of myself for cheating so many times. My guilt was overwhelming at times.

One way I coped with my anxiety was by trying to come up with ways to make my home especially welcoming when they finally moved in. Since I'd been spending time reading advice from experts on relationships, I knew that women often feel that the men in their lives tend to shirk their fair share of household duties. Despite all the advances women have made over the years, they still handle more than their share of the responsibilities for cleaning, cooking, and childcare. I resolved to make sure this never happened to us.

The first thing I did was get much more serious about cleaning. I made sure my house was spotless on the day the girls graduated.

I'd done a lot of cooking since I got serious about diet and exercise; it's easier to eat healthy when you avoid restaurant food. I decided that I would be responsible for virtually all the daily cooking, starting with a healthy breakfast and ending with a nutritious dinner. I looked at my favorite recipes and created versions that produced portions for three. That was surprisingly complicated, but I'm glad I made the effort. The girls were impressed when they discovered I was prepared to serve as their own personal chef. People have always expressed love in the kitchen, and it became a key part of my plan to make our three-way relationship successful.

All this sounds fine. It represented the most practical strategy I could devise. But it was mainly designed to distract me from the feeling that I might be about to make the biggest mistake of my life. I tried to concentrate on the fact that two hot babes who loved me were about to move into my house, but that idea never relaxed me for long.

I visited them the last time about one week before graduation. We spent a lot of that weekend talking about the future. Yvonne decided that she wasn't ready to let her parents know that she was involved in a sexual relationship with me or Reg.

Her plan - which sounded a bit goofy to me - was to temporarily move back home with her family. They knew she planned to start working full time at my studio as soon as she earned her degree, and she wanted to pretend our relationship was purely professional. After a few weeks, she planned to announce that she and I had decided to begin dating. After a few months, she'd announce plans to move in with me.

Does that sound crazy? I couldn't believe her parents were dumb enough to swallow such a story. But I didn't have a good alternative, and it was Yvonne's decision, not mine. Yvonne had maintained the illusion that she never had a serious relationship all through college, and she thought she could keep that nonsense going a bit longer. Whatever.

I could tell that Reg wasn't crazy about this plan. It meant that she would move into my house, and the two of us would set up housekeeping while Yvonne treated us both as her dirty little secret. I'm sure it brought up bad memories from Reg's history of family trauma, but she never complained to me, and I don't think she complained to Yvonne.

I wanted to attend the graduation, but we knew that Yvonne's parents would wonder why her boss made the long drive to go to the ceremony. So I checked into the hotel, waited for Yvonne's parents to pack up her stuff and drive her home, then I drove over to pick up Reg. We loaded her possessions into the back of my truck, got on the highway, and left the past behind.

"I hope you're excited about the future," I said, taking Reg's hand.

"I'm terrified, man," she said.

"It's hard for me to accept that things are as good as they seem. I'm afraid that it's all going to blow up in my face. That's what has always happened in the past. Every time I've allowed myself to imagine that my life is about to get better, it's always gotten worse."

Wow. Just... wow. I was shocked, but I shouldn't have been. This is the way people feel when they've been repeatedly traumatized. Therapists say people like Reg have "abandonment issues." My life has been so free of trauma that I tend to forget that other people aren't so lucky. I've read that individuals who struggle against unfair burdens for their whole lives have a tendency to imagine it happened because they are bad people. Because they somehow deserve persistent misfortune.

Does Reg ever feel that way?

"Reg, I hope you realize that you deserve to be happy," I said. "You are one of the finest persons I've ever met. I am privileged to know you. I intend to devote the rest of my life to making you happy. You and Yvonne. If there's anything you want me to do for you - anything at all - you must let me know. Your wish is my command. I mean that literally. I am your slave."

I am happy to report that I made Reg laugh. "My slave? Really? You'll follow any order I give you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I anxiously await your orders," I said.

"Gee. That's interesting," Reg said, smiling. "Let's break this down, shall we? Imagine I ordered you to eat my pussy until I cum like a machine gun. You'd do that, right?"

"OF COURSE I'd do that, Mistress! I'd be delighted!" I said. "Would you like me to get off at the next exit and find a private place to park? You could get comfortable in the back seat and spread your legs for me. I would like nothing more than to give my Mistress's pussy all the pleasure she desires!"

"That's very tempting, Slave, but I think I can wait until we get home. I'd enjoy that more in a nice, comfy bed," Reg said.

"As you wish, Mistress. I am happy to serve as your chauffeur until then," I said.

"This is a very pleasing fantasy, Slave," Reg said.

"But it is not a fantasy, Mistress! Not a fantasy at all! This is very real. Seriously, I've been thinking about this. I've been thinking a lot. Would you like to know what I think?"

"By all means. Tell me what you think, man," Reg said.

"I think that my life is changing today," I said. "As I reflect on my life so far, I realize that during my childhood, I tried to be the best son I could be. I had very positive relationships with my parents, and I wanted them to be proud of me.

"When I got older, I worked to be the best student I could be. I was a good student. I was a good athlete.

"Then, when I was 16, my Dad hired me to work for him, and I tried to be the best photographer I could be. When I was 18, I went off to school and tried to be the best college student I could be. When my Dad died and I inherited his business, I tried my best to be worthy of his legacy.

"My life changed again when I fell in love with Yvonne. Since then, I've tried to be the best boyfriend I can be. That commitment got a lot more serious when you came into our lives. My life began to revolve around loving you and Yvonne as much as I could.

"Today is another inflection point in my life. Today, everything changes for me. From now on, my job is to do my best to make the two women I love as happy as I can. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Today, I become your slave. And Yvonne's slave. Mistress, I will devote all of my days - and all of my nights - to guaranteeing your everlasting happiness. No one has ever embraced enslavement as much as I embrace my servitude to you."

Reg gave me a sweet smile. "Maybe we should get you a cute little collar," she said. "And a leash."

"I would wear it proudly, Mistress," I said.

"This is a very sweet little story. Thanks for making it up, Kurt," she said.

"I don't think I'm making myself understood, Mistress," I said. "This is not a story. This is the literal truth. I. Am. Your. Slave. Always and forever."

"Good to know, Slave," Reg said. "Just keep driving, but be sure to give me a nice kiss as soon as it is safe to do so."

"As you wish, Mistress."

I kept up with the "slave/mistress" routine for the rest of the day. I refused to let Reg carry any of her boxes into the house, insisting that only a slave could perform such a duty. She'd never seen my home before, and I think it took some effort for her to imagine that she'd live there.

"I've never known anybody who lived in a place this nice, man," Reg said.

"You know Yvonne," I said.

"Is her family's house this nice?" Reg asked.

I thought about it. "Well, I guess it isn't. They have a very nice home, but they don't have a pool. You have a pool, Mistress. And a whirlpool spa."

"Ooooh! Yvonne told me about your pool!" Reg said. "I'd like to see that next."

"Whatever you desire," I said.

She seemed more impressed with the pool area than anything else in the house. "I like the privacy fence, Slave," she said.

"My parents wanted this to be an area where swimsuits are optional, Mistress," I said. "Yvonne and I always preferred skinny dipping. Would you like to try the pool? You'll find that the cool water can be very refreshing after a long day."

"I'd like that, Slave. Thanks for suggesting it," Reg said.

"I am always at your service, Mistress," I said, helping Reg remove her sweatshirt, shorts, and underwear. "May I suggest that you take a shower first, Mistress?" I asked. "One of your Slave's many duties is to make sure the pool water is consistently clean and fresh. It's easier to do that if we all shower before swimming. That keeps things like hairspray, deodorant, and cosmetics out of the water."

There's an outdoor shower next to the pool. I turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, and then got a fresh washcloth. After lathering it with soap, I began gently washing Reg's lovely body, paying special attention to her succulent boobs and tight little butt.

"This is very nice, Slave. I am enjoying it," Reg said, closing her eyes and enjoying the way the warm water felt as it ran over her body.

"I'm sure that I am enjoying this even more than you, Mistress," I said.

Reg rinsed off as I washed myself. We climbed into the pool, which was a bit warmer than usual. I'd turned up the thermostat a few days ago because I didn't know if Reg would share my preference for colder water.

"I could get used to this, Slave," Reg said as she swam back and forth.

"There's nothing to stop you from swimming out here every day, Mistress," I said. "Yvonne and I come out here as often as we can. I hope we do it even more, now that you both are finished with school."

"That won't be easy while she's living with her parents," Reg said.

"Well... I guess not," I said. "But we've both got to remember this is only temporary. Yvonne will be over here a lot, and it shouldn't take too long before she can move in with us without making her parents suspicious."

"Won't her parents think it's strange that I live here, too? Does she really expect to fool them into believing I'm just a roommate?" Reg asked.'

"I'm as skeptical of that as you are, Mistress," I replied. "But I'm convinced that we need to follow Yvonne's lead on this. We need to let her do this her way."

"She must think her parents are dumb as a box of rocks," Reg said.

"I don't know them very well, but I know they aren't stupid," I said. "We just need to do our best. It's certain that someday they'll know that all of us are engaged in a three-way romance. Yvonne is determined to prevent them from figuring that out too soon. All we can do is try to help her prevent that."

"I don't like being kept a secret," Reg said. "It reminds me of the time I was in the closet."

"I know," I said, pulling Reg into a hug. "I'm proud of you. I'm proud to be in love with you. I'll be happy when everyone knows that," I said. "In most ways, I'm sure Yvonne feels the same way.

"We need to focus on the positive. It's been unpleasant living in a different city from you both. That's over. The future is going to be much better than the past."

I held Reg in my arms, enjoying how it felt to hold her nude body in the warm water. She was quiet for a long time.

"I'd like you to do something for me, Slave," she said at last.

"Whatever you desire, Mistress," I said.

Reg looked directly into my eyes. "I'd like you to take me to the bedroom and make me your bitch," she said softly.

"I am not capable of thinking you are a bitch, Mistress," I replied. "But I believe I can satisfy all your other desires."

We showered off the chlorine, then I used a big fluffy towel to dry the body of my "Mistress." Reg seemed happy as I led her to the bedroom we would share. She was pleased to discover that our bed had fresh, clean sheets.

I understood that Reg had good reasons to be nervous that morning when she left college behind forever. It's natural that she felt skeptical about the prospect of living happily ever after with me and Yvonne. That's the way things turn out in fairy tales - not in real life. But I felt I'd done a good job being as reassuring as possible, and I was pleased every time I saw a smile on her face.

I felt particularly proud of myself for coming up with our little role-playing game where she was my Mistress, and I was her Slave. It seemed to amuse her while making the point that I intended to devote the rest of my life to her happiness.

"This morning, you talked about letting me eat your sweet pussy, Mistress," I said. "I would be very pleased if you'd allow me to do that now."

Reg laughed. It was a nice sound to hear. "You have my permission, Slave," she said. "My pussy awaits."

I spread Reg's legs, then began kissing the soft, tender flesh of her inner thighs. She sighed, then said, "I think I'm going to like having sex without always having to share you with Yvonne."

"I'll do my best to make sure that happens often," I said, kissing Reg's outer lips. Her sighs of pleasure grew more urgent as I explored her inner folds. She cried out when I finally ran my tongue over her clit.

I was familiar with Reg's body, and I knew exactly how to please her. Her lovely pussy tasted faintly of chlorine because we'd come from the pool. I slipped one finger inside, then used it to massage her G-spot. I added a second finger and massaged a bit harder. I knew that would make her cum, and it wasn't long before that happened.

By this time, my cock was hard as granite. Reg was ready for more. I climbed up her body, looked into her eyes, and pressed the head of my boner into her wet, willing passage. She moaned the way a woman moans when she likes what her man is doing.

We began moving faster. Harder. Reg wrapped her arms around my back and squeezed. Her hips thrust upward every time my hips pushed down. Suddenly, she pushed me off her so she could get down on all fours.

"Fuck me like a doggy!" she growled. "Fuck me like your bitch!"

Reg was in a mood I'd seen before. It seems to happen when she's feeling tense. Nervous. There are times when Reg likes it rough, and this was one of those times. I knew that if I could give her what she wanted, Reg would be happy and relaxed afterward.

I started by getting on my knees behind her and slamming my cock into her wet, ready pussy. "That's it! That's what I want!" she snarled. "Don't stop, Kurt! Don't stop!"

I held her hips and pounded into Reg's body. Each time her bottom slammed against me, there was a loud "slap!" that echoed off the walls. It wasn't long before I realized what I needed to do next. I spanked her ass as hard as I could, then spanked her again, and again, and again. She grimaced from the pain, but she didn't ask me to stop, so I kept spanking her until my hand ached and her butt was bright red.

After a few more minutes, I began getting tired. This was turning into an aerobic workout. But I was in very good shape, so we just kept it up, acting like horny rabbits in a cage. I finally realized that I was about to climax, even though Reg didn't seem like she'd had nearly enough.

I did the only thing I could think of. I reached down below her body and began massaging Reg's pussy, paying special attention to her clit. She liked that. She liked it A LOT! Reg began wailing, and she didn't stop.

It was time for me to cum. I couldn't hold back any longer. My swollen cock began blasting load after load into Reg's overheated pussy. It must have felt like a cannon firing inside her. She just got more aroused, more excited, as I enjoyed how it felt to fill her with my hot wetness.

Her orgasm began shortly after mine ended. Her wail turned into a shriek that went on and on and on. All women have different kinds of orgasms. Some have lots of small ones. Others have one big one that renders them incapable of coming again for the rest of the day. Reg is one of the lucky ones. She tends to have at least one big one every time she has sex, and she can have more smaller ones if we both try hard enough.

At that moment, Reg was having a nice, strong climax. Whenever she came this hard, I knew it meant that she felt unusually emotional. Maybe it was because she was nervous about moving into a new home. Maybe it was because Yvonne was choosing to keep their relationship secret. She must have felt very uncertain about her future.

There were plenty of reasons for Reg to feel uncertain, and that just meant she needed a nice, hard cock to help take the edge off. I was honored to oblige.

She collapsed onto her belly after that big climax faded away. Reg looked especially beautiful. She'd been fucked into exhaustion, and her ass was covered by big red welts the shape of my hands. Her eyes were closed, and she had a cute little smirk on her face. I was tired too, and I was tempted to stretch out beside her, but there was a task waiting for me.

I pulled the sheets up to her neck, tucked her in, and kissed her cheek. "Rest for a while, Mistress. Take a little nap. I'm going to fix your dinner. I'll wake you when it's ready."

"Thank you, Slave. You've taken very good care of your Mistress," she said.

I closed the door behind me as I left the bedroom. I'd already decided that one way I'd make the girls feel at home was by cooking all their meals. They didn't know that yet, but Reg was about to get a demonstration of my prowess in the kitchen. I put on my clothes, then began preparing the meal I'd planned earlier.

It was Salmon Teriyaki and stir-fry veggies served on a bed of riced cauliflower. Does that sound healthy? It should. I'd collected dozens of healthful recipes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I'd prepared all of them several times, so I was ready to cook them for my girls. For centuries, men and women have expressed love in the kitchen. I intended to ensure that Yvonne and Reg knew they could count on me to provide good food whenever they got hungry. It would be part of our love language.

All three courses were almost ready when Reg stumbled into the kitchen. Her hair was mussed, and she looked drowsy. Adorable.

"I hope you slept well, Mistress," I said.

"I had a nice nap, Slave. Very nice," she said. Reg was naked, so she went out to the patio and fetched her clothes.

"Are you ready for some wine?" I asked, removing the cork from a bottle of Pinot Noir. I particularly like Pinot Noir, and it pairs well with salmon, so I decided to serve it with dinner. I poured some into a wine glass and placed it in front of Reg.

She took a sip and looked pleased. "This is delicious," she said.

"Don't look so surprised," I said. "The only kinds of wine I buy are delicious. I studiously avoid non-delicious varieties."

"Do you buy a lot of wine?" she asked.

"Not really. I like to serve wine with dinner when I cook for people. With you and Yvonne living here, I expect to serve it a lot more often. Drink up."

I put our food on plates, then carried them to the table next to the pool. "This looks like a perfect day for al fresco dining," I said. "Get the wine and follow me."

I had everything ready. Cloth napkins. Fancy china. Nice cutlery. An open beach umbrella shielded us from the sun. I couldn't take credit for the weather, but a cool breeze kept us comfortable. It was nicer than a meal served in an expensive restaurant.

"Do you like the salmon, Mistress?" I asked.

Reg smiled at me. It was a happy smile - just what I wanted. "Yes, Slave. I like the salmon very much. I am surprised that I'm getting so much pleasure from the sexy little slave game you keep playing. You're doing a nice job. Thank you."

I let out an exaggerated sigh and put down my fork. "I must be doing a terrible job if you think this is a game. Mistress, I'm going to say this again, and I want you to listen this time. It. Is. Not. A. Game. This is real. I. Am. Your. Slave. I intend to do the best I can to take care of everything you need for as long as I live. For the rest of my life, I will obey every command you give me. Yvonne too, of course. Is that settled now, Mistress?"

Reg's smile got a little bigger. "Of course it is, Slave. Forgive me for doubting you," she said. Reg reached over and took my hand. "I'm not used to being treated so well."

"You'll get used to it," I said. "After 40 or 50 years, I'm sure it will feel like second nature. It shouldn't take nearly that long for you to get used to being served wine with dinner."

I made sure to keep Reg's wine glass full, and she was in an excellent mood by the time our meal was over. I kept her talking until she finished her Pinot Noir, then began clearing away the dishes. "Why don't we enjoy the sun for a while?" I asked. "I'll make some coffee. We can drink it while we stretch out on the lounge chairs."

"That sounds pleasant, Slave," Reg said.

"Be sure to remove your clothing, Mistress," I said. "I don't want you to worry about those pesky tan lines."

I made that comment in the hopes it would make Reg laugh. It worked. She began trying to help me clear the dishes, but I put a stop to that. "Mistress, if God had intended you to clean up after dinner, He would not have created me."

That got a bigger laugh. "Alright then. We mustn't go against God's will," Reg said. I carried the dishes to the dishwasher, loaded them inside, then brewed some gourmet-level coffee. By the time I took it outside, Reg was gloriously naked on a lounge chair.

"Here's your coffee, Mistress. I made it just the way you like it. One cream, no sugar," I said.

"Thank you, Slave," she said, taking a sip. As I'd hoped, she recognized that my coffee was much better than what you can make by putting one of the popular brands of ground coffee into a drip-style machine.

"Wow! This is great!" she said. "How'd you make this, Slave?"

"There's a local roaster who sells a variety of Arabica coffee beans that I particularly like," I said. "I grind them just before brewing, and I use a French press instead of a coffee maker machine. It takes a little more effort and expense, but I am glad if it pleases you, Mistress."

"I am very pleased," Reg said, taking a bigger sip.

We sat side-by-side next to the pool, enjoying the late-day sun and the cool breeze on our warm skin.

"I wonder how Yvonne's celebration is going," Reg said. I'd done my best to distract Reg from the fact that Yvonne was enjoying a party at her parents' house. We weren't invited.

"We can ask her in the morning," I said. "I'm sure she'll come over here as soon as she can slip away without anyone noticing."

"I wonder if she misses us," Reg said.

"I'm sure she does," I replied. "As much as I hate the fact that the three of us aren't living together yet, I know that Yvonne is going to suffer more than we are. She'll sleep alone tonight. The last thing I'll see this evening is your beautiful face, and it will be the first thing I'll see in the morning. Yvonne has been sleeping next to you for a long time. She's not going to like sleeping by herself again. I'm certain that it will motivate her to find a way to join us as soon as she possibly can."

Maybe I was trying too hard to boost Reg's spirits. Logically, the three of us had a lot of reasons to celebrate. We were finally living in the same city. We would see each other every day. But I thought this was one of those situations where logic didn't apply. Reg had suffered a lot of rejection and turmoil in her life. I felt the need to constantly reassure her that all those bad times were in the past.

She reached over and held my hand. It felt good to lie there quietly, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. I kept glancing in her direction, savoring the erotic beauty of her nude form. I felt a pleasant stirring between my legs, but I didn't get an erection. The sex we'd enjoyed earlier made it possible to be aware of the sexy situation without being overwhelmed by it.

After a while, Reg rolled over on her belly, exposing her back and bottom to the warming rays of the sun. Her Latina heritage gave Reg much darker skin than mine. I wondered what she'd look like with a tan. Since I expected the three of us would spend a lot of time by the pool, I knew I would get to watch her darken before my eyes. It made me think about taking her into my studio and taking some nude photographs after her complexion transformed. It was nice to imagine.

We remained out there long enough that I began to worry about sunburn. I thought about suggesting that we get into the whirlpool, which was located in the shade. Maybe I could show her the little jet that's placed perfectly to direct a blast of warm, bubbly water at women's clits. Yvonne had begun calling my whirlpool the "Orgasmatron," and I wondered if she'd mentioned it to Reg.

I hoped not. It would make a nice surprise. But that would have to wait. Reg had already enjoyed multiple climaxes that day, and I knew she'd enjoy the Orgasmatron more if she abstained from sex for a day or two.

"I think it's time to get out of the sun," I said. "Would you like to go inside and watch a movie?"

"Could we play video games instead?" she asked.

"Sure. That would be great," I said.

And so we went inside and played Grand Theft Auto. I'd upgraded my video game library in anticipation of the girls moving in, so I had the latest version of GTA. It's almost impossible to play video games without feeling excited and happy, and I was pleased to see the non-stop smile on Reg's face as she beat me over and over. I wish I could say that I let her win, but that would be a lie. She kicked my ass.

We were in the middle of a game when Reg's phone rang. It was a FaceTime call from Yvonne.

"How was the party?" Reg asked.

"Nice. But long," Yvonne said. "The last guests just left. I am exhausted."

"Did you get any nice gifts?" I asked.

"Yeah. Mainly gift cards," she said.

"Very practical," I replied.

"I miss you guys so much I can barely stand it," Yvonne said. "I wish I were with you right now. It feels very weird being in the room I've slept in since I was a little girl. My bed feels tiny and empty."

"We miss you, too," Reg said.

"I'll be over in the morning as soon as I can get away," she said.

We talked for a few more minutes, then I told Yvonne to get to sleep so she could visit us as early as possible. We hung up, then Reg and I decided it was time for bed. That sounded sensible, but our bodies were all jazzed up from playing video games. We climbed into bed, and I knew it would take some time before we could go to sleep.

I thought of one way to pass the time.

I took Reg into my arms, gave her a gentle kiss, and pulled her into a tight hug.

"I've looked forward to this moment for years," I said. "It's exciting to imagine that we can share a bed every night for the rest of our lives. I love you, Reg. I can't find words to express how glad I am to be here with you."

"The words you're using right now sound pretty good to me, man," she said.

We cuddled for a while, then I felt Reg's hand begin caressing my cock. It had been several hours since we'd had sex, so it didn't take long for Reg to make me hard as iron. I reached down to massage her pussy, but she pushed my hand away.

"Let me take care of you for a while," she said. "Just relax, and let me be in charge."

It was glorious. I stretched out on my back and enjoyed how it felt for Reg to kiss my lips, neck, and chest while her hand gently stroked my cock. She dangled her breasts in my face, letting me suck on one nipple, then the other. It seemed to last forever, but I eventually became too excited to continue.

"I need more," I whispered.

I rose up in bed, pressed Reg's shoulders into the mattress, then climbed on top of her soft body. She spread her legs so I could place the head of my cock at the entrance to her passage. Reg was already wet - no surprise there - so I dipped the tip inside, backed away, then pressed in a tiny amount deeper.

In and out. In and out. She gasped when the head pushed all the way inside. We both wanted this to last as long as possible, so I did everything I could to avoid getting too excited. We weren't interested in having hot, sweaty, athletic sex. We'd done a lot of that in the months since we became intimate. What we wanted at that moment was slow, loving, and gentle. We wanted to make love the way people do when they are totally committed to each other.

In and out. In and out. Reg began making soft, sexy sounds that let me know I was making her happy. In and out. In and out. Her hands ran up and down my back, squeezed my butt, and pulled me into a tight hug. In and out. In and out. It was warm under the sheets, and rapidly getting warmer.

Things began getting faster. They had to. Both of us gradually became more aroused. Both of us needed more stimulation. Reg moaned a little louder, and I realized that an orgasm was blossoming inside her. It would erupt soon. My cock was growing anxious. It wanted to fill Reg's body with warm, wet seed.

In and out. In and out. We were moving quickly now. My hard cock was pounding into her wet pussy, and she was crying out each time the head slammed into her cervix. It had to end, and it did. Reg moaned one last time, then went rigid as the climax spread from her pussy up to her head and down to her feet.

It wasn't a particularly powerful orgasm. I think that wasn't possible after all the climaxes she'd experienced earlier that day. But the contractions went on and on, squeezing my cock as her body responded to mine.

I was still slamming into her pussy after her orgasm was over. She lay on the bed beneath me, limp and exhausted, waiting for me to finish.

"Give me your cum, Kurt. Give it to me," she said softly. "Fill me with cum. Fill me up."

After a few more thrusts, that's exactly what I did. I groaned with pleasure as I came. My enjoyment of the sensation was interrupted by an unexpected fantasy.

As my cock spurted more and more cum into Reg's welcoming body, I found myself imagining what it would be like if she weren't on birth control. I tried to picture a scenario where I was deliberately trying to make Reg pregnant.

Now, I have no interest in trying something like that in real life. She was too young to become a mom. Our relationship was too new. I hadn't spent much time asking myself if I wanted to be a father, so it was strange to entertain that kind of fantasy then.

Stranger still, I liked the idea. I realized that I wanted Reg to have a baby with me. I loved her, and I was certain that if we had a child, we'd love it forever. I still don't know what prompted me to think those thoughts at that particular moment, but it was a fantasy I enjoyed. As we lay next to each other afterward, I thought about sharing my fantasy with Reg. But I didn't do it. It was too much. Too soon.

What I said instead was this:

"I love you, Reg. This is the beginning of the rest of our lives."

She made a sweet, cooing sound, and then we both fell asleep.

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A baby? Kurt is really getting ahead of himself, isn't he? Reality returns in Chapter 14 of the 15-part series "Love Times 2," when Yvonne and Regina begin working full-time at the studio. As I've mentioned before, the links guiding you to the next chapter are out of order in this series. Don't click the link leading you to the "Next Part" unless it is listed as Part 14. Instead, click on "Series Info" and find the next chapter. Just know that I appreciate every reader, and I'm delighted to see that you are giving this series such consistently high scores. Writers need an audience, and you folks motivate me to do my best.