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Even though Alan was once again only wearing his jogging clothes (a T-shirt and shorts), his plan was to avoid going in the house altogether, not even just for a minute to grab a warmer change of clothes. He'd just have to be a little cold.
He (correctly) figured that odds were good that Susan, at least, was eagerly waiting for his return in a see-through négligée or something like that. Even just kissing her hello and then explaining why he didn't have time to fool around with her would take time, especially since the trip to the sex shop was supposed to be a secret from his family so he could surprise them. Plus, he was so horny from all that fooling around with Christine that he didn't know if he could resist her ample charms, especially since he still hadn't climaxed even once. He was flaccid now, which was actually a mercy after being erect for so long. But he figured that could and probably would change very quickly (especially in Susan's presence).
The good news was, since he had temporarily "won" Xania's Corvette, there were more cars than spots for them in the garage. The bad news was that the Corvette was one of the cars in the garage, and he didn't have the key for it on his key chain. Dang! When am I going to be able to drive that thing? he wondered as he snuck into the family sedan, which was parked on the street in front of the house.
Brenda lived less than five minutes away from the Plummers. In recent weeks, Suzanne had pointed out her mansion, as the family had driven past it, but Alan had never actually been inside. He looked forward to seeing what the interior was like, but he was also worried: What about Adrian? He'd never met him, and meeting him could be extremely problematic.
Damn, damn, and double damn! This sex shop trip is turning out to be a logistical nightmare. I wish I had a cell phone so I could call up Mother and get her advice on what to do about Adrian. She's so wise. I did hear something about this being Adrian's first night to have sex with Brenda. Hmmm. That could be interesting. I wonder if they've done the deed yet.
All the way to the Hunter mansion, he pondered the problems involved in potentially meeting Adrian, He also pondered how to meet Brenda and get the money from her without meeting Adrian.
Inside the mansion, Suzanne's 24-hour 'no touching' ban was still holding, but it had been a very close call at times. All would have been lost many times over had it not been for Anika's heroic efforts.
As Alan drove up to the mansion, he was unaware that Brenda and Adrian were going bat-shit crazy with anticipation. Suzanne had given them permission to go all the way as soon as the ban was over, and that's exactly what they planned to do.
Brenda was very worked up, but Adrian was absolutely sweating bullets. After all, Brenda had years and years of fucking experience, and she'd had lots of powerful sexual experiences recently, whereas Adrian was a complete virgin. The sum total of his sexual experience was what he had done in recent days with his mother. So this was a gigantic step into the great unknown for him.
At first, the twenty-four hour ban hadn't been a bother at all, what with the way Brenda was arousing him with sexy outfits and stripteases and such. But the last two hours of the no orgasm ban had been pure torture. After Brenda's show of rubbing herself all over the sliding glass door, Adrian and Brenda had finally decided they couldn't bear to look at each other without basically going into a sexual frenzy, so they retired to their respective rooms to rest up.
Adrian started out reading a good book, but soon found he couldn't concentrate. He'd tried to watch a Monty Python's Flying Circus video, but even that couldn't hold his attention. When Alan finally pulled up in front of the mansion, Adrian was curled up in a ball on his bed. The video was playing, but he was staring into space, trying to imagine what fucking his mother would be like.
As Alan arrived, he made the snap decision that he should try to meet Adrian after all. He figured that there was no good time to hold the meeting, because Adrian would react badly no matter what he said or did. However, with Brenda and Adrian about to have sex together for the first time, he assumed Adrian would be so distracted by that impending event that the impact of their first meeting would be muted.
It was something that needed to happen sooner or later, probably sooner. Brenda wasn't making any special effort to hide where she was going every day. It would be quite easy for Adrian to simply follow her to the Plummer house if his curiosity got the best of him. To have him simply show up like that and stumble across who-knows-what could be disastrous.
Alan had plans that he hoped could help at least lessen Adrian's natural hostility towards him. He'd recently heard from Suzanne that Adrian was having great difficulty with the bullies at school. Since they went to the same school, they were probably some of the same bullies. He knew the fight he'd been involved in earlier would unleash a wave of bureaucratic action against bullies, so it would be good if Alan could ride that wave to help take care of Adrian's bullies too. By working against a common enemy, they would be allies, at least on that issue, which was very important in Adrian's life. Alan had no delusions of suddenly becoming Adrian's friend, but he wanted to ease Adrian's hostility enough so that Adrian wouldn't lash out and do something rash.
But in order to get started with that plan he needed to meet Adrian at some point before school resumed on Monday, so he figured, Why not now?
The Plummer family was wealthy and lived in a nice house, but Brenda's mansion made it seem like a shack. Her estate had a long private driveway, guarded by an iron gate. Alan pulled up to the gate, found the intercom, and buzzed the house.
Anika answered. "Ya? Who is it? Vat do you vant?"
Alan had heard Brenda had a loyal old maid named Anika, but he hadn't met her and knew very little about her. "Um, my name is Alan. Brenda knows me very well. I stopped by to see her."
There was a long silence. Then Anika asked, "DAT Alan?"
"Yes. That Alan. Can you buzz me through?"
A minute later, he parked as close to the front doors of the Hunter mansion as he could get. It seemed just like valet parking at a fancy hotel, and he half-expected to see a valet show up. The private driveway was so long that he couldn't even see the public road anymore.
Anika walked out of the mansion and made brief small talk with Alan at a well-lit spot on the lawn, while Brenda was getting ready.
About a minute later, Brenda came out of the house, running as fast as her high heels could carry her, right up to where Alan and Anika were standing. When she'd found out that Alan had arrived, she'd been standing in front of her closet and trying to decide what to wear for when the ban ended. Then she'd fretted about what to wear for Alan. She'd quickly changed into a French maid outfit, figuring that displayed her slave status the best. Her huge boobs were completely exposed in this attire though, as she was following Suzanne's admonition to always keep her extraordinarily long nipples uncovered.
"MASTER!" she gasped breathlessly. She dropped to her knees on the grass a couple of feet in front of Alan and "assumed the position," bowing her head, pinning her arms behind her back, and thrusting her chest forward.
Anika's eyes bugged out. She knew very well that Brenda had a master, but to actually see her boss behave like that was shocking, to say the least. Furthermore, she'd known that Brenda's "master" was young, but to see just how young he was astounded her.
Alan was surprised too. Even as his penis surged to full size, he complained, "Quick, Brenda! Stand up! You'll ruin everything! Does Adrian know I'm here?"
"No, Master," Brenda answered as she scrambled to stand.
Anika clarified, "He's in his room, vich looks out over de backyard. I don't tink a nuclear bomb vould rouse him."
Alan sighed with relief. "Well, thank God for that." Even though he was planning to meet Adrian, he didn't want Adrian seeing him and Brenda together - especially not like this!
Worried that she'd done something wrong with her greeting, Brenda asked, "Have I been bad? Should Master punish me? I think I need a good spanking. Please, spank me!"
He was seriously tempted to get something sexual started with her, because his body was still craving release from his time with Christine. But now was definitely not the right time or place, so he waved that suggestion off. "Not now, Brenda. I'm only here to pick up the money I need to borrow from you."
Brenda stood, still with her arms behind her back and her chest thrust out. "Oh! The money! I forgot all about that. Of course. You see, I can hardly think straight. As you've heard, Aidy and I are about to have sex for the first time, so we're all very excited around here." She frowned with doubt. "At least, I assume you've heard. I've been told you gave the okay."
Alan gently tipped her chin up with his fingertips, so she would look him in the eye. "Yes, I know, and I fully approve. I'm glad you haven't started yet, though, because I thought this would be as good a time as any for me to finally meet Adrian."
Anika noticed the way he looked at Brenda, with the ease of someone in complete control and not worried about anyone challenging that control. She also noticed the adoring look on Brenda's face.
Brenda's face grew very worried. "Oh dear. Oh no! Aidy... Well, he's not going to take too kindly to that. He doesn't know what a wonderful man you are. His attitude towards you varies between incomprehension, fear, and blind rage."
Alan released her chin with a sigh. "I figured as much. I know I can't change that overnight, but I just want to meet him briefly, so he'll at least know that I don't have horns and fangs. I figure now's the best time, since he'll be so distracted with thoughts of losing his virginity to his remarkable mother. Um, by the way, is there any way you can pull your top up, so it can at least cover your nipples?"
"Probably not, but I can try." However, she figured the trying could wait until they were in the house. In fact, she thrust her chest out even more. She reveled in being topless in front of her master.
The three of them walked up the many steps that led to the front door. Before entering, Alan explained that he just wanted to say a few words to Adrian and give him some advice. "Let's make sure I get the money before I see him, because I'm going to want to leave quickly and alone. It's important that it doesn't seem like you're leaving with me and leaving him stranded. After I'm gone, DON'T talk to him about this. Say as little as possible. Change the subject. I just want to plant a seed at this time, not get him fully focused on me. Get his mind back on sex and keep it there, so he doesn't have time to ruminate. As soon as I'm gone, you can consider the 24-hour ban officially over. Fuck him all night long, and as much as you can over the next few days. Is that all understood?"
"Yes, Master," Brenda breathed, her bosom heaving with emotion. "I can't believe how giving and understanding you are about this! You're the most wonderful master ever!"
"No, I'm not. The way I figure, if I was Adrian and I had you for a mother, I'd be totally obsessed with you too. I'm not happy about it, but it just seems cruel not to allow his dreams to come true. Now, don't try to kiss me or anything. This is HIS night. Please make it special for him."
"Yes, Master. What a wonderful order to be 'forced' to carry out!"
Once inside the house, Anika went off to get the money from a safe, while Brenda started towards the stairs to get her son.
But at the last second, Alan grabbed her hand. He couldn't really articulate why, but his intuition was warning him that meeting Adrian now would be a very bad idea. His main worry was that he was stumbling in without knowing enough about Adrian or the situation in general. So he said, "Wait a minute. Now that it's come to this, I'm getting cold feet. Maybe it would be better to wait a few days and have his confidence grow a bit more. Do you mind if I call Suzanne?"
"Mind? Master, I'm your slave! Don't ask, just take."
So Alan called Suzanne and briefly explained where he was and what he was planning on doing.
Suzanne got very upset. "You wanna do WHAT?! Sweetie, NO! That's so wrong on so many levels."
"But I could be very careful and diplomatic. And quick. I just want to briefly see him face to face."
"Sweetie, thank God you called. Get out of there right away! NOW! Adrian's a very messed up boy. He's like a powder keg waiting to go off. When people get pushed down and kicked around as much as he has, there's no telling when they'll snap."
"So you mean he could go postal or something like that?"
"No, he's not that messed up. His love for Brenda keeps him grounded. But still, this is a very delicate stage for him and you could do more harm than good. Seriously, get out of there. If you love your harem at all, you'll move your cute butt, Sweetie. And I mean now!"
So Alan hastily hung up and went back outside, with Anika and Brenda following. Anika gave him the money he'd asked for.
He explained the gist of Suzanne's comments and his change of plans. He made them swear not to let Adrian know that he had even been there. Then he got back in his car without even kissing Brenda, since he felt that this was Adrian's special day, and it didn't feel right.
Anika followed Brenda back into the house. Once inside, she stared hard at her boss, and frowned. "Dis Alan boy. He's not just after your money, ist he? He comes valtzink in here and valks off vis tousands of dollars!"
Brenda waved a hand dismissively. "No way! He's not interested in money in the slightest. He doesn't even have a car or a cell phone, and in fact, he has very few possessions at all. You should see his Spartan room. Besides, his family is rich, and Mistress Suzanne is rich too. They're millionaires. The money he took is just pocket change. I'd give him more, much more, gladly!"
Anika still frowned, especially at that last comment. "Dat's vat I vorry about. But if you say so." Mollified for now, she gave her boss some encouraging words, and then watched her climb up the stairs, still dressed in her skimpy French maid outfit.
Anika thought, Interestink. Wery interestink. Dis Alan, he seems like a vily character. Wery clever. I'm glad that he seems like a nice boy, because poor Aidy's such a cream puff. Let's face it, Brenda ist too. A charlatan could take dem for everytink dey've got, and I don't tink I could do much to stop it. If it turns out dat Alan ist not goink to steal her blind, den ve can only tank pure luck for dat.
I might even actually like dis Alan, if he's really like vat everybody says he is. He gives off a good impression. An honest and clean cut Boy Scout type vis special smarts and cunnink, it seems. Does he really haf his own harem?! He looks like the last vone on Eart to be into dat kind of kinky stuff.
I like how he listens to dis Mistress Suzanne voman. I don't know if I vould trust him alone, but I trust her. Maybe they can actually help turn Aidy around and help give him a backbone, because de God in de heaven knows dat Brenda and I haven't been able to do enuff. I haf hope.
Hee-hee, now I haf to sneak up de stairs to see vat Aidy and Brenda are up to! My sex life is over, so sad, but at least I can live wicariously through her.