As Alan drove home, he thought, Well, my visit to Glory's went a hell of a lot better than I had any right to expect. I don't know what compels me, but I really like the idea of all my women wearing those collars. Am I being kind of a bastard about it? Maybe, but it feels so right to me. God, I just LOVE the idea of collaring Christine. That would be so hot! And Xania. I'd collar her in a heartbeat if she was willing to commit. And Heather, if she earns it. Simone, even. Akami? Sure. Why the hell not?
Heck, collar the entire cheerleading squad! Wouldn't that be cool, having everybody wonder why all six of them are wearing the exact same black collar all of a sudden? Then having all of them service me at the same time while wearing nothing but their heels and those collars? My life is so sweet! The remarkable thing is that it could really happen tomorrow if I wanted. Of course, there's no way I want to make more commitments like that, so it has to remain a dream. But what a nice dream!
Dammit, when there are so many incredible and very willing women in my life, it's tough to have any restraint. The "Bad Alan" comes creeping in. But I really do need to focus on the six women I love the most. I mean, there's playing around, and then there's love. I've gotta focus on the love. Christine would definitely be in there, except that she'd never go along with so many things, especially the incest. It's sad, because I love her so much, but there will always be this wall of deception between us, keeping us apart. All I can do is grow closer to her on some kind of friend "plus" level and hope that somehow, something will change.
I wonder, though, if maybe there's a way to ease her into it, gradually change her mind on things. Maybe Suzanne can think of something; she's so good at hatching schemes. But if Suzanne can manage to get even the stubborn Christine to change her attitudes somehow, that'll have to be her biggest scheming triumph yet!
Then he thought, Speaking of Xania, maybe she's home by now. He called her again on his borrowed cell phone as he continued to drive.
She picked up. "Hello?"
Recognizing her voice, he trapped the cell phone between his head and shoulder and then used his free hand to plug his nose, making his voice sound funny. "Is this Xania? This is the apartment management. We've been having complaints about you."
"Complaints? Who is this?"
"This is the management. We've been getting complaints from your neighbors. They say you haven't been stripping naked and playing with a dildo on your balcony nearly enough."
She laughed. "Alan? Is this Alan? This has to be!"
"I don't know who this Alan is, but I'll confess my true identity if you get naked on your balcony."
She laughed some more. "It IS you. I can tell. It sounds like your voice, only more nasal. I'll bet you're holding your nose."
He let go of his nose, allowing him to hold his cell phone again. "Oops. Busted. But I'm still not going to talk to you until you get naked like I said."
Her hand dropped down to her pussy in anticipation of sexual fun. "Hey, kiddo, do you think I'm just gonna get naked in public every time I talk to you?"
"Yep, pretty much."
"Are you serious?"
"Only when I have to be."
She laughed at that, and then she started to rub the front panel of her panties. "It's not like I won't love a little fun, but I have some pressing things to get off my chest first."
"Hmmm. Pressing things... Xania's chest... Pressing my thing into your chest..." He ostentatiously made some drooling noises.
She laughed again. Why am I getting so horny already, just talking to him? It's like some kind of Pavlovian reaction. The sound of his voice is making me wet!
She didn't consciously realize it, but it wasn't really his voice that was arousing her. What aroused her the most was that she remembered the last time he'd called her, and how he'd "forced" her to masturbate while buck naked on her balcony. She both hoped and feared that he would go through with that again.
Her fingers were getting busier, rhythmically rubbing over her crotch. "Oops. I guess I was asking for that. But seriously, I was talking to Suzanne on the phone a short while ago and she told me all about the fight today. Didn't you want to fill me in?" She chuckled. "Oops. Strike that. I know you definitely have plans to 'fill me in.' But are you okay? How are you feeling? Aside from your usual overtaxed and sore cock, that is." She snickered.
"In all honesty, I feel great. True, I have some bruises here and there, and some annoying bandages on my hands, but it could have been worse, a lot worse. And I've been having so much fun since then that I haven't had much time to think about the fight or my injuries."
"I heard all about that, too. How'd things go with your teacher, Glory?" Her fingers pressed harder into her panties as she imagined Alan lying on top of Glory and drilling into her.
"Xania, what the heck? How do you know about that already? I'm still driving home from her house as we speak!"
"Like I said, Suzanne called me a little while ago. You were already on your way to Glory's place by then. She didn't say much about that or your time with Christine, out of concern for their privacy, so I don't actually know that much."
"Well, it was great at both places. I suppose I shouldn't say too much, though. I haven't been thinking about their privacy. I need to be more mindful about that."
She was chagrined. "NOW you think about privacy issues. My bad luck." She chuckled. "Still, it's good to be considerate. But that cat's already out of the bag with Christine. You told your family all the dirty details, and they told me the gist."
"Shoot. If Christine knew that, she'd be pissed, and rightfully so. Especially since I was just giving her the third degree about the importance of her respecting my privacy. There's so many things going on in my life that sometimes I forget important stuff. I feel like everything's happening at double-speed."
Now Xania was picturing him pumping his way into Christine. (She had yet to meet her, but she'd heard enough about her to form a rough mental image.) She pushed her panties to the side so she could rub her pussy lips directly.
But she didn't let on about what she was doing, and continued to try to parcel out useful advice. "I'm sure that you can make it up to Christine in the future. And my lips are sealed from now on. Well, one pair anyway, hee-hee! The others you can open anytime." She grew serious again. "But as your informal psychologist, I need to tell you, you're in a minefield with Christine. You are going to get hurt, emotionally, if not physically, because as I see it, she's like a sex bomb about to go off, and woe betide anyone caught in the blast radius. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not for a week, but you're initiating the arming sequence on her, kiddo."
He quipped. "Hmmm. She definitely is a sex bomb, I'll agree to that part." He growled lustily.
"Oops. Poor choice of words again. You know what I mean." However, her arousal was growing, and her word choices weren't completely accidental. "I am going to have to think about this, and maybe confer with Suzanne some more. For now, try not to see her until I talk to you again, okay?"
"Um, I kind of already made vague plans to meet with her tomorrow. We haven't set a time or anything..."
"Sheesh! You move fast." As she stroked her pussy lips, she thought, Poor Christine, hee-hee! She's going to get so fucking drilled tomorrow, and she doesn't even know it! Hee! Well, maybe not, but that would be fun to see. But she was trying to keep her "advisor hat" on, and complained, "Why'd you have to go and do that?"
He admitted, "Well, she was basically naked when she asked me..."
She sighed loudly, so he'd hear her frustration. "I think your brain has permanently migrated down to your penis. At the very least, make your plans with her for later in the day so that you, Suzanne, and I can knock heads together about this before you see her. This is serious! My gut feeling is that you are in more danger from Christine exposing the harem than you are from Heather. Heck, she's probably the greatest danger to your harem, period."
He sighed. "I know that, but I can't help myself. She really is a sex bomb, you know. You should see her walk around in a bikini. Or topless! Yowsah!"
There was a pause as he imagined just that. His throat went dry as he vividly recalled Christine walking from her house to where he sat in the hot tub, earlier in the evening. Even with the daily barrage of wildly arousing sights and experiences in his life, that was one image he knew he'd never forget.
Xania teased, "You're drooling into the phone." She wished she could finally meet this extraordinary teenage girl whom she kept hearing about. She unbuttoned her blouse and brought a hand up to a breast, imagining that she was fondling Christine's famous hooters instead. She kept working her labia with her other hand.
"But it's true. Man! And her personality makes her even more irresistible. People call her the 'Ice Queen' and are kind of afraid of her, but I really admire her strength, talent, and firm moral beliefs. She's fun, once she opens up to you, and she even likes my dumb jokes. Besides, she literally saved my ass today."
"Yeah, but it's those same attributes of hers that'll get you in trouble if she ever catches half a clue about what you're really doing behind closed doors. I know you have trouble resisting her. That's why the Plummer Family Brain Trust needs to figure something out."
He laughed. "I like that. I'm all over the idea of having a pow wow on this. It's cool that I've got a brain trust watching my back."
"You do. I may not be 'in love' with you in the conventional sense, but I'm extremely fond of you, and I suspect that my feelings will only grow the more I get to know you." She thought back to her visit to last Wednesday night's poke-her party, and in particular the way Alan had repeatedly fucked her in his backyard the morning after. Damn, that kid knows how to churn up a pussy. I wish I lived closer to Orange County. She sighed in fond remembrance as she slid two fingers into her slit.
Her panties were still getting in the way, so she stopped frigging herself long enough to wiggle them down her thighs. She added, "I don't want to see you screw up an extremely good thing."
"Thanks. And you've got a fan club down here too. We're gonna cover your back as best we can. Now, on a different note, I have some pretty exciting news for you, and it's so new that there's a chance that you might not even know about it already."
She laughed as she carelessly tossed her panties away. "Truth be told, Suzanne didn't tell me THAT much. She just gave me the outlines of your eventful day."
"Good. So you probably don't know this. But I can't tell you until you're standing naked on your balcony, wearing nothing but a dildo. It's out of my hands. Union regulations and all, you know."
She laughed. But with the reminder about the dildo, she got up to go get hers, taking the phone with her. "You're nuts. How do you even know I'm home?"
"Call it a lucky guess. Are you naked yet?"
She pretended indignation. "What makes you think I'm gonna just up and take my clothes off?"
"'Cos you're dying to hear the news. I know you. Besides, I can already hear the sound of clothes rustling."
In fact, what he had heard was the sound of her returning to her chair with the dildo in hand. Her pussy was more than wet and ready enough by now, so she slid it all the way in with a very long, loud, and happy sigh.
"Sounds like someone's having fun," he commented, having a good idea of what she was doing.
She sighed, but gleefully this time. "You're a case. You're still driving your car, though, right? Or should I say MY car. I don't want you getting all excited and crashing my precious baby into a tree. Park the car and we'll talk."
He replied honestly, "But I'll be home in a minute or two. I'm almost there. So let's see some balcony action."
She sighed. She'd just started pumping the dildo in and out of her juicy gash, and she was put out about having to stop after only a few strokes. "Fine. I can't believe I'm saying this, but give me a minute. I'm gonna put you on speaker phone and put the speaker on the balcony."