CHAPTER SIX
“Gabe?” Holly murmured sleepily.
“Yeah?” he replied, yawning.
“Thank you for today. I mean, really thank you. I knew it was going to be nice, but it was just...fucking magical.”
“Really?”
She came a little more awake and rolled over to face him. “Yes. Could you not tell?”
“I mean, I knew it went well.”
“Mmm.”
“What?”
“I think you might be getting a little lost in responsibility...although I could be wrong.”
“I enjoyed it, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I figured, you sure seemed like it, but I also know that I was a little lost. In the magic. Mmm.”
“What?” Great, was it going to go wrong at the very end? This wasn’t even the end, this was the epilogue. They were drifting off to sleep. Ellen was already passed out on the other side of the bed and Chloe was gaming in her office.
“I guess I was just thinking about what you said earlier. About that part of you that feels like you should just put up with everything simply because you have a girlfriend. It just...it seems like the kind of thing that could really cause problems if you don’t deal with it.”
“I’m dealing with it. I mean, it used to be with me all the time, but now it’s pretty rare. Maybe a few times a week.”
“I get that, and it’s definitely progress...you’ve made a shitload of progress. I was pretty blinded by you when we first met, but-”
“Wait, really?”
“What? Yeah. I know I’ve told you this before.”
“I...think I remember that? I mean, I knew you were blinded by Ellen, but who isn’t?”
She snorted softly. “Yeah. But Gabe, you looked like a power couple to me. I was just as into you as I was Ellen. I think...maybe I might’ve been initially a little more focused on Ellen, but that was because she’s so fucking tall and amazingly gorgeous and also I hadn’t actually got to explore anything with other girls at that point, so my attention tended to drift towards girls if there were both in a given situation. ”
“That makes sense. And also, I’m glad you were blinded by me.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I bet you are. But, babe, like...this is actually serious.”
“I know,” he said, putting his arm around her and pulling her closer to him. “You’re right. It’s a problem. And I will address it. We’re all going to need therapy.” He paused. “Probably except for Liz. She is insanely well-adjusted.”
“Yeah, although it would probably help iron out a few things lurking beneath the surface. I feel like everyone’s got something that could be fixed by therapy. Or helped, I guess.”
“I agree. That being said...we’re waiting on that one.”
“We are?”
“Yeah, I mean...I’ve kinda got a whole week of madness ahead of me.”
“Oh. Right. Duh.”
“Don’t worry, Holly. Fixing everyone up, inasmuch as I can do that, is going to be my next big focus after all this is over...and I’ve had a little time to recover.”
“Okay, that’s good.” She yawned. “Fuck, it’s probably like one in the morning now. You need to sleep.”
“I’m working on it.”
Holly smirked suddenly and sat up, then lifted the blanket, peeking down it. “Why don’t you let me help you get there faster?”
“Well...I sure won’t say no to that.”
She laughed, kissed him, and then disappeared under the blankets.
…
“Gabe…”
He came awake, feeling himself shifting around. Being shifted around. The blankets moving. Then a warm hand on his erection.
He opened his eyes and blinked a few times.
Ellen chuckled. “Yeah, I thought that’d get you awake. Hold still,” she murmured, and suddenly she was lifting the blanket more and climbing atop him.
“Babe...supposed to save it for the end of the day,” he murmured.
She paused as she sat atop him. That exact same thing that always happened proceeded to happen as he looked up at her.
His brain just kind of stopped. She really did look like something out of legend.
She towered over him, nude and perfect, he massive breasts swaying gently with her breath.
She stared down at him with a kind of benevolent amusement, her pale blonde hair a mess.
“I thought today was about what I wanted,” she replied, whining just a little.
“I...can’t say no to you.”
She laughed. “Good.” Then she paused. “If you really want to wait, I will.”
“I don’t want to wait.”
“Good. Neither do I.”
And then she dropped down and sheathed him inside of her fantastically wet vagina. He groaned loudly, his body reacting to hers, his hips thrusting up, making her gasp as he pushed deeper into her. She let out a sultry little laugh and rested her hands on his shoulder.
“Just lay back and relax,” she murmured. “I am going to fuck you good morning.”
He chuckled, then groaned as she started riding him, slipping her perfect pussy up and down his rigid length with increasing speed. After he’d spent some time cupping her breasts, his hands slid down to settle on her huge, broad hips.
Gabe wasn’t sure how long he lasted, but he didn’t think it was long.
It never lasted long in the morning.
When he was finished filling her up, she grinned down at him, looking exceptionally satisfied with herself, and patted his chest. “Come on, lover boy. Let’s shower.”
“Okay,” he murmured, blinking a few times as she got off of him.
He grabbed his phone and checked the time. Sure enough, just before nine in the morning, when his alarm was set to go off. He dismissed it and got up as well. After taking a leak and brushing his teeth, he joined Ellen in the shower.
“You want me to finger you?” he asked, then yawned.
She had the shower aimed up at herself, making that funny face she made. “No...I’m good.” She paused, then replaced the showerhead. “I already used the vibe to get off before I fucked you. I’m kinda surprised you didn’t hear me.”
“I was pretty out,” he murmured.
“Apparently. Though I was trying to be quiet...so, what’s on the agenda for today?”
“Are you sure you want to know? I mean, you already know one of the things.”
Ellen had been weirdly insistent that they not only get a couple’s massage, but that they specifically go to one place, and specifically choose one of the masseuses. He was curious to see how that would play out.
“That I do, and yes, I want to know.”
“Then I will tell you. First, we’re getting breakfast. Then we’re going to a location. Then we’re going to another location. Then we’ll get the massage. And then we’ll eat dinner. And then, back here, I’ll give you your gift and we’ll fuck like rabbits.”
She laughed. “You’re so specific, babe.”
“Yep. Now, gimme the shower, I’ve got shit I have to do while you get ready.”
“What shit?” she asked, switching with them.
He grabbed some soap. “Checking on my job shit. Also double-checking that everything’s still good on today’s date. Making sure it’s not closed.”
“It being…?”
He sighed. “None of you respect a surprise.”
She laughed. “We just like fucking with you is all, dearest husband of mine.” She paused, frowned, then abruptly laughed.
“What?”
“I was just thinking...there’s a part of me that’s a little sad that you and I won’t actually be married, and I sometimes think about how to somehow get around that.
And then I thought, maybe we could just have one huge wedding in the backyard where each of us go through it with you.
So you’d have to walk down the aisle and say the vows and kiss the bride five times in a row. ”
“I’d do it,” he replied after a moment’s consideration. He grabbed the shampoo and started lathering up.
“Seriously?”
“Fuck yes. That’d be awesome.”
“Well, you are going on like fucking nine Valentine’s Day dates in a row. Which is kind of insane.” She paused. “Tell me something about one of the others. Like, what you’re doing for them?”
Gabe stared at her for a moment. God, she was actually very hard to say no to.
They all were, for their own reasons, but Ellen especially.
He’d known her a lot longer (sort of) and there was just something sort of...
different, about their relationship. He didn’t really like thinking about that, because it felt bad.
But he reminded himself that Krystal and Liz had something similar, and that they all probably afforded each other a lot of slack.
“Fine,” he said finally, and she smiled.
He suddenly wondered how often she asked him stuff like this not because she wanted to know, but because she wanted to see if she could get it out of him.
He began to speak, then hesitated, looked out into the bathroom to make sure the door was still closed, then leaned in and whispered into her ear. “I’m going to propose to Krystal.”
“Holy shit!” she cried, then clapped her hands over her mouth.
“Subtle,” he replied mildly, finishing up washing off.
“Sorry, it’s just-that’s awesome! Where? What’s the plan?”
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you.”
“Gabe…” she murmured with a smile, leaning forward so her breasts were that much closer and more obvious. “Come on…”
He sighed. “No. For real.”
She pursed her lips, then straightened back up. “Fine, I guess I can’t get everything I want.”
“Hey, you respect the reason why, you know.”
“What is the reason why?”
“Because the proposals are supposed to be special, unique to each of you, and that includes talking about it.”
“Okay, fine, that’s fair.”
“Also to remind you that I can say no to you when it matters.”
She laughed. “Also fair. I love you.”
“I love you too, Ellen.”
“What’s our timeline?” she asked as he got out and began drying off.
“You’ve got an hour to get ready.”
“Okay, I can work with that just fine.”
He finished drying off and headed out. As he did, he checked on Holly and found that she was awake. Still sleepy, but clearly waking up. He walked over and sat on the bed beside her. Chloe was very dead to the world.
“Hey,” she murmured.
“Hey, pretty girl. I forgot something yesterday.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” He glanced back at the bathroom door, which he’d closed all the way, and then at Chloe.
Yep, she was still passed out, laying awkwardly on her back, her mouth open, looking a little absurd.
He leaned in. “I got you a gift. Or, well, I’m going to get you a gift.
I’m going to take you and Ellen out to a really nice and massive candle store sometime within the next month and let you go on a little shopping spree. ”
“Yes!” she whispered. “That is a perfect gift. Is that also Ellen’s gift?”
“No, hers is something else.” He kissed her forehead and got back up, heading for the dresser. “Now, love, I’m afraid I’ve got a schedule to keep.”
“Okay, I’ll be here,” she said, then yawned and rubbed at her eyes, “slowly waking up.”
Gabe began getting dressed.
One date day down, eight to go.