5 SHUFFLING SPACES
My eyes flutter open as I feel pressure around my erection, and I glance to the side. Paige’s eyes gleam with mischief as she stares at her hand, cupping my length, running her fingers from the root to the tip through my shorts.
“Were you dreaming about one of us?” Paige asks after I moan at the stimulation. “Was it me?”
I shake my head. “I don’t remember.” I gasp as my hips twitch at her touch. I glance around, realizing we’re parked in the parking lot outside of Amy’s lodge. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“I love how responsive you are, Kurt.” Paige lowers her hand to grip the base of my shaft. “I’d like nothing more than to suck the cum out of your balls or ride this beast until I shatter.”
She starts stroking up my straining cock, her fingers wrapping the rough texture of my shorts and underwear around my rod.
“Do you want to fuck me, Kurt?” she whispers, then presses her lips against mine, and I moan my affirmation into her mouth.
Our tongues tangle as I rock my hips, grinding my stiffness through her grip.
She pulls back, her blue eyes dark with lust as she bites her lip. She drags her hand away as she twists back into her seat. “Not yet, stud.” Paige winks as she turns off the car and opens the door. “Your next load is meant for Ginny’s pussy.”
I groan with frustration as she steps out of Amy’s SUV and shuts the door behind her. I can hear her shouting up to the lodge entrance through the window. “Come on, we need to load up for camping.”
I close my eyes, catching my breath as my thoughts return to the present. Once again, the memory of my dreams is silent, but the conversation with Leah still echoes in my thoughts. My balls ache slightly as I manage to coax my erection to soften, adjusting it into a better position.
A horn honks as I open my door to step out.
Glancing at the lodge’s entrance, I track Bea’s smaller SUV through the lot until she rolls toward the space beside us.
I close the door without exiting the vehicle, allowing Bea to park as she waves at me with a bright grin.
Ginny leans over from the passenger seat, smiling and waving.
Seeing the pair safely parked, I grin, thinking about how much I care for the younger women.
Climbing out first, I shut the door to let Bea open hers.
Ginny is already out and hurries around the back of the car as Bea slides out of her door and wraps herself around me.
Ginny squeals as she presses into my side.
I kiss them both as my cock thickens again at their delightful welcome.
I groan when two hands cup my package and then grope up the stiffening length.
“Mmmm,” Ginny says before thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Bea’s hand strokes me through my shorts, eliciting another moan. I glance around as the three of us make out in the lodge parking lot.
“Break it up, lovebirds.” Paige grins, greeting the two girls with hugs and kissing their cheeks. “We don’t want to frighten the guests. Let’s unload and take things upstairs. We’ve got to repack some things for camping. Lots to do, so no more grab-ass.”
Ginny drops her hand and cups my aching balls, biting her lip and winking at me. “Dibs.”
“So I’ve been told,” I manage, adjusting my erection yet again.
Bea kisses my jaw, sighing into my ear. “I want some, too, so I claim seconds.”
Paige laughs and waves me to the back of Amy’s SUV. “Gonna be a long night, babe. Come on. Help me unpack your gear to make room for more quilts.”
I watch my two younger girlfriends unpack Bea’s SUV as I move to help Paige unload Amy’s.
I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and wait for my erection to die down.
When I glance toward the lodge, Amy’s on the top step, waving at me.
When our eyes meet, she tips her chin and gestures for me to join her.
I grab my suitcase out of the SUV. “Do you guys have everything?”
I ask, carrying it to the steps that lead up to the wrap-around porch. “Amy wants me for something.”
“We got it, babe,” Paige says, then laughs. “But we all want you. Don’t forget that.”
I shake my head and hear her laughter grow louder. I love her teasing, but it’s a reminder that the rest of my family needs attention and makes me ponder how I’ll keep up. The five of them seem cool with sharing, but they’re also increasingly horny around me.
Amy greets me with a snug hug, and I wrap my arms around her as we kiss. Leah leans into my side and pats my back before continuing down the stairs carrying a backpack. “I’m packing all the quilts I can find.” She winks at me before turning and waving at Paige.
“You okay?” I ask Amy, running my hands along her sides. She nods, lightly kissing me as she leans into my chest.
“I’m awesome.” She grins and steps back. “Every time you come back, you find me first thing. It comforts me to know I’m on your mind.”
“Always.” I grin and push a strand of hair behind her ear. “My head and heart are full, though. I can’t handle any more additions to the circle. I never want you guys to feel I’m not thinking about you.”
“You’re doing a wonderful job, honey.” Amy grins and takes my hand, guiding me inside her lodge. “I love you and the family we’re building. Come with me to our loft. I want your opinion on something.”
She leads me to the stairs and starts climbing. I let go of her hand to grab the handrail while enjoying the sway of her hips and the curve of her bottom. She looks back at me, grinning. “I love that you can’t keep your eyes off me.”
A flash of memories from high school returns of her toned, tanned body spread across the carpet of her mother’s living room.
The times we’d spent entirely naked, enjoying the sensations of fingers, lips, and tongue.
We’d never taken it past heavy petting or oral sex in all those wild afternoons.
The first time we’d enjoyed intercourse was last Friday. My cock throbs at the memory.
“You always turn me on, Amy,” I say as we make the turn and head up the final flight to her loft. “I’m so glad we reconnected. You and I belong together.”
“Honey, we all belong together,” Amy says, taking my hand at the top of the stairs.
“I’m not saying I haven’t struggled with a bit of jealousy this past week. But it’s a reminder of what I need to work on inside myself. Sharing you with them feels so right, especially with Paige and Leah. Bea and Ginny fit right in.”
I take her in my arms, holding her close, and bend to kiss her. She kisses me back, a slow, languorous melding of our lips and tongues, and my cock thickens. I can’t help but grind my length against her impatiently. She rubs my chest, lowering her hands to my bulge and squeezing.
“We can’t.” Amy grins, stroking up and down. “Honey, you know I want to. But you need to close the circle with Ginny first.”
I sigh and look up at the log cabin rafters as she pulls her hand away. “I know, but fuck, babe. It’s hard.”
“I can tell.” She giggles, taking my hand and opening the door to her bedroom.
Her loft bedroom has changed. Her desk is gone, which had stretched down most of one wall opposite her enormous Alaskan king bed. In its place are two sofas. She’d moved one from under the window, leaving a space for a reading nook with two giant overstuffed chairs and a small table between them.
“We needed more space for sleeping and relaxing,” Amy explains, leaning against me with her arm around my waist. “What do you think?”
“I love it. It’s still cozy while having an open feel. We’ll have lots of places to choose from to relax and reconnect.” I look around, then back at her. “Where are you going to work?”
“I repurposed one of the guest rooms downstairs on the main floor. It was in a weird place near the laundry and kitchen and was rarely occupied. So now it’s a combined office space.” Amy shrugs. “Leah helped me with the layout. We’ll all need a space to work.”
“Makes sense,” I say, nodding. “Bea says she wants to work remotely, too.”
“It has plenty of room for everyone, but I want to show you one more space.”
Amy pulls me past the wood-burning stove and opens the door, exposing another expansive room stretching along the lodge’s top.
It’s partitioned into six nooks, each the size of a small bedroom.
There is a pass-through along the roof beams to a space behind them, but the ceiling is low and slanted from the roof’s pitch.
“For our clothes and belongings,” she explains, waving her hands at the separate nooks.
“This was just a leftover space after we finished the second-floor ceilings. I’d never found a use for it. It’s just right to allow each of us some private space for clothes and personal items. There is enough room for a small bed or futon, too.
There’s more storage along the edge where the ceiling gets too low.”
My chin drops as I take in the space, my imagination filling the empty spaces with our belongings. “This is amazing,” I say with a lopsided grin. “When you say you’re all in, you don’t mess around.”
“I helped her,” Leah says from outside the room.
“When we looked at other properties, nothing fit.
Paige and I want to be with you, so this is a way we can be under one roof—all of us together.
We all need to share space and live as a family.
Don’t you feel drawn to live together under the same roof? “