Chapter 25
Warren Atwell’s Legal Briefs: The Kivin Method is promising. Further field tests may be required.
The afternoon sun dappled between the leaves of the clearing near the main cabin, casting playful shadows on the ground.
The sweet smell of blooming wildflowers filled the air, mingling with the earthy scent of damp soil and fresh pine.
Birds chirped melodically in the branches overhead, and a slight breeze brushed the hair on my arms.
“Good afternoon, everyone,” Zelda’s melodious voice called out from the center of our circle.
“Since we had a physical activity this morning with the trapeze - good job, everyone - we’re going to work on bonding this afternoon.
” Her shrewd blue eyes assessed everyone but landed on me. “This exercise is called ‘Yes, And.’”
I frowned.
“Ooh, like improv!” Taney exclaimed.
“Exactly like that.” Zelda clapped. “For those who’ve never heard of this exercise, it is taught in improv acting and comedy classes.
How it works is you or your partner makes a statement.
You agree with it - the ‘yes’ part. Then, you add to it - the ‘and.’ Gerald and I will demonstrate how this works, Gerald? ”
He joined her in the center of the circle, holding his hands like he opened a book. “I can’t decide between the steak or the salmon.”
“What if we ordered both and shared?” Zelda answered.
“That sounds great,” Gerald agreed. “We could choose a side of garlic mashed potatoes to go with it.”
“Yes. While we’re at it, let’s add that bottle of wine we enjoyed the last time,” Zelda said.
“Absolutely! And maybe we should get dessert, too. What do you think about a flourless chocolate torte?” Gerald asked.
“Oooh, I hear they have a special on desserts tonight, so we might as well try it.” Zelda smiled.
Gerald folded his hands closed. “Great! Sounds like a feast. Waiter! We’re ready to order.”
“And, scene,” Zelda announced with a bow.
Everyone clapped, but I was confused.
“Are there any questions about this?” Gerald asked us.
“I didn’t hear a lot of yes or and,” Jack voiced what I was thinking.
“Excellent question,” Zelda said. “Sometimes the yes or the and is implied. When Gerald said he couldn’t decide between steak or salmon, my ‘yes’ was implied when I added the ‘and’ of ordering both.”
Jack crossed his arms. I did not think that cleared anything up. And I felt more confused than ever.
“The best way to do this is by jumping into practice,” Gerald said.
“What’s the point of it?” Keegan asked, then hissed when Taney smacked him on the arm. “What?”
“The point is to listen to your partner and add to what they’re offering,” Zelda said patiently. “And it can be fun because the more ridiculous the ‘and’ the funnier it gets. Are we ready to try?”
“Yes!” Irv said. “And let’s begin.”
He and Eula set about trying it immediately. Jack glared warily at our hosts but followed Megan off to the side. Keegan and Taney were whispering about who was going first. I rolled my shoulders and faced Avery.
“You okay there, Mr. Mind Like a Steel Vault?” Avery asked.
“That is a new one.”
“I toyed with Mr. Jeopardy but worried there’d be a copyright issue. You know a lot of facts.”
“That I do.”
“Ready to get started?”
I sighed. “I suppose. Would you like me to go first?”
She snickered. “Chicken.”
“I am that, too.”
“Okay, fine. You go first. I shall ‘yes, and’ the shit out of this,” Avery vowed.
“No doubt about that.” I swallowed and considered where to start. This seemed a little pointless, but if Avery wanted to do it, I would figure it out. I sighed. “I want to do something fun after dinner.”
“That sounds great. What if we experimented with our toys?” Avery raised an eyebrow.
I nearly choked on my own spit.
She patted me on the back. “You okay, husband?”
“Fine.” I thumped my chest a few times. It was back to me. Yes. And. “Toys sound fun, and I have an idea for a new way to eat you out.”
Avery’s eyes widened, and she sucked in a breath.
“Yes, and, Avery. Yes. And.” I gave her a devilish smile, or at least I hoped it was wicked. It could be that I looked constipated, but judging by her expression, I landed it. I stood a little straighter.
“Fine.” The light of challenge flared in her eyes. “I look forward to your new ways, and I believe you owe me some full-contact sexy time.”
“Wh-what?” I stuttered.
“In and out, Warren. In. And. Out.”
I blinked a few times and shifted my hips to alleviate the growing erection in my pants. Damn it. If we did not halt this line of conversation right now, it would be apparent to everyone how turned on I was.
“Avery,” I warned.
“Yes. And, Warren. Yes. And.”
“Fine. Yes, I would like that very much. And I am not stopping until you come on my dick at least twice,” I whispered as I closed the distance between us.
Avery clutched my arm and dragged me toward our cabin. “We’ll see y’all for dinner!”
We did not wait for their responses, which were mostly laughter, as we hustled toward the cabin.
Avery slammed the cabin door behind us. “Get naked, right fucking now, Warren.”
I did not think my dick could get harder, but I was proven wrong once again as the erection tented my camp pants.
I peeled off my top and laid it on a dining chair while kicking off my shoes.
I then shoved my pants and underwear off of my legs, taking the socks along with them in one go.
They were in a horrible tangle, but I could not be bothered by these trivial things.
Avery stood bare before me, practically glowing.
It took my breath away.
“Where do you want to start, husband?” Avery popped her hands on her hips, causing her breasts to bounce.
My mouth watered, yet my throat was so dry. I could barely speak. “Bed. Get on the bed.”
She smiled, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and sashayed over to the bed, where she perched on the edge.
Her eyes widened as I stalked toward her, drinking in the sight of the most beautiful woman in the world.
It did not matter if I jumped out of an airplane or swung on a trapeze.
She was here now, in my bed. And she waited for me to make her scream.
Precum beaded at the tip of my cock when I squeezed the shaft to alleviate the pressure.
“Let me do that.” Avery reached for me.
Before I could complain, she leaned forward and licked up one side and down the other. Then she swirled her tongue around my dick like it was an ice cream cone. I hissed in pleasure as she cupped my balls and squeezed, sucking the head into the moist heat of her mouth.
“That feels so good, Avery,” I husked.
She moaned around me, and I could feel the impending release like a damn teenager who discovered Victoria’s Secret catalogs for the first time.
“Avery.” I gripped her hair and gently pulled her off my cock. “As much as I love that, if you keep going, this will be incredibly short.”
She eyeballed my length. “Short is not the word I’d use to describe it.”
“Avery,” I growled.
She simply laughed and pushed me down on the bed before reaching into the nightstand for our toys. “I took the liberty of charging these up.” She held up the blue toy and the Womanizer. “Which one do you want to start with?”
I took the blue, two-dicked toy from her hand and placed the Womanizer on the nightstand. “Scoot to the side of the bed and lay back, spreading your legs so I can see how hot you are for me.”
“Oooh. Viking Warren has re-entered the chat,” she laughed as she slid to the side of the bed and spread her legs. Her core glistened in the ambient light, and the sight of her arousal did things to me.
“What’s next?” Avery asked breathlessly.
I pressed a kiss to her knee and pulled it wider until it was flat on the bed, then I angled my body until I was perpendicular to hers and face first between her legs. “I would like to try something called the Kivin Method.” I swiped my tongue around her clit and dove inside.
“Oh, my GOD! Warren!” Avery grabbed a handful of my hair. “I don’t care what you call it, as long as you don’t stop doing it.”
I smiled against her core. I thought she might say that.
I did not dare tell her I took a MasterClass on this sideways cunnilingus method.
But I did dare show her what I learned. I eased up, slid my arm under her flat leg, and placed it over my shoulder, giving me unfettered access to Avery’s pussy.
She watched me intently as I dove back in, taking my time to lick her from side to side, pointing my tongue to stimulate the clitoris from the bottom to the hood.
Avery tightened her leg over my shoulder and hissed out my name in pleasure. Good. That was good.
I reached for the toy and continued licking her in alternating circular and back-and-forth motions.
I paused. “I will add the toy now if that sounds good.”
“Yes, yes, yes, Warren.”
I hit the toy's main shaft button, then noticed a secondary button for the smaller appendage and turned it on. “How would you feel about having this turned backward while I lick you?”