If It Fits - 11. Chapter 11

May 20, 1995

“Hey baby, you mind if Zach comes over tonight?” Cody asked. I shook my head. We'd had a great week, exploring Southern California, just the two of us enjoying each other. “He wants to know if Grant can come too.”

“That's fine with me,” I said with a smile. Grant was a hot guy too, and a really good kisser. Grant was one of those really cute short guys, with short black hair and blue eyes, the kind of coloring you find in some Irish guys. He had a wide face, especially when he grinned, and really big ears. He called them handle bars, Zach said, because the boy loved to give head.

Cody hung up the phone and came over and kissed my neck. He liked to do that, to walk up behind me and kiss my neck, and I'd grown to associate the gesture with him. “Is this OK Stef? I guess I kind of scheduled an orgy for us. You say the word and I'll cancel it.”

“I've had you all to myself this whole week,” I said. “You are too beautiful not to share.” He looked nervous.

“Thanks. I just don't want you to think you're not enough for me. If it was just you and me, I'd be cool with that.”

“That's really sweet Cody,” I told him, turning to face him. “To know that even at my age I can satisfy an almost insatiable 23-year-old stud.”

“Fuck. My balls are working overtime you keep them so drained.” I laughed at that. I realized after a week with him that there was no way I could match him fuck for fuck, that he was just so much more resilient than me. He could cum several times in a day, and for me, those days were over. So he fucked me at night, he fucked me in the morning, and I sucked him off throughout the day, whenever he wanted me to. I loved to suck his dick. It was the perfect shape, and the length was a bit of a challenge which made it fun, and his smells, his pheromones, were like a narcotic.

“We do not have any commitments,” I told him. “I do not want to be tied down right now, and I do not want you to be tied down either. But when I'm with you, I do not want to be with anyone else.”

“Well tonight you'll have a good time. Get Zach to fuck you. I know you like it.” He was right about that. Zach had a style, a way of fucking that was much different from Cody's. It was more amateurish but more sincere.

“I like it when you fuck me better, but I will try on a new dick tonight,” I teased. He laughed. Zach and Grant showed up around 7:00pm. Rosa had made a bunch of food to feed these hungry boys, and man did they eat. Quickly. I could tell they were horny, and as soon as they were done eating Cody led us upstairs.

We all stripped down, and while I noticed Zach and Cody, Grant had me entranced. He was so cute, with his short body and big ears, but he was in great shape. More muscular than Zach, not as muscular as Cody. But the really amazing thing was his dick. The boy was huge, longer than Cody, and much thicker. “Fuck,” Cody said, stroking him. “Nice.” Grant smiled shyly at him, but he was looking at me. There we were in the same room, but we paired off.

“Hi Stef,” Grant said as I walked up and gently stroked him.

“Hi Grant. You still want to be with me?” I teased.

He leaned up and whispered in my ear. “That's why I'm here.” Then I kissed him. Most of the guys I ended up with were good kissers. It came with having a lot of experience. But then there are those guys where the kiss is so much more. It is a link, a connection, the kind of thing that creates an erotic bond. Grant kissed like that. I pulled away and looked into his eyes. “Wow,” he said.

I led him to the bed next to Cody and Zach. Zach was already on his hands and knees with Cody lining up to fuck him. I pulled Grant on top of me and we just lay there making out, occasionally letting our hands wander over to Zach or Cody to keep them involved. Then Grant moved his mouth down my body, sucking my nipples, my belly button, and then my dick. Damn he was good. Zach was right. I lifted my legs, asking him to go lower, and he obliged, moving down to rim me, and then probe me with his tongue. I handed him the lube and he used it to grease me up, then strapped a magnum condom on and lined himself up. He was so cute, the way he looked at me for permission. I smiled at him and he started pressing in.

He was a big boy and he knew it, so he went slowly, letting me adapt to his size. It only took a few thrusts for that to happen, and then he started to fuck me. He didn't fuck me hard like Cody did sometimes, or gently like Cody did at other times, rather it was almost an expressive dance, moving his body in different ways, never letting my body get too comfortable with any one move, keeping me on edge. I wished that he were taller so we could kiss while we fucked, but I put that aside. I watched his expression change, watched his face contort, and knew he was going to cum. I smiled at him and urged him on, feeling his dick expand even more, stretching me harder as he blew.

He pulled out and moved up to kiss me again, the bond incredible. I felt another dick poking at my ass. Cody had apparently blown before Zach, so Zach just decided to fuck me. I felt him enter me, so keyed up, with Grant kissing me, Zach fucking me, and then came the coup de gras. I felt Cody's mouth on my dick. My body took over, responding to all of their stimulations, and brought me off in one firework-inducing orgasm. I lay there on the bed, totally spent, while these three hot studs just kissed me, my body, or touched me. It was so erotic, so sensual. The whole night was like that, with us lying there until one of us, well, one of them, got all horny again, and then we'd all jump in and help him get off. I'd been in orgies, but nothing like this, where all four of us just fluidly connected.

May 26, 1995

Zach and Grant had spent the week with us, and the four of us had formed an interesting relationship, and an interesting schedule. During the days, Zach and Grant went to work, I spent time with Brad, staying involved with my businesses, and Cody either worked out or surfed. He was getting pretty good, even earning himself a place at Brad's side when he went out in the waves.

And then at night, after dinner, it was like a sexual extravaganza. The way these guys worked was amazing, and they'd taught me a thing or two about multiple partners. Their pattern was the same. It wasn't about everyone getting off at once, it was about all the partners focusing on one person, to give that person the best orgasm possible, knowing they'd get their turn soon enough. It was a selfless coupling, yet it wasn't. I'd been involved in group sex when I'd first gone to Hollywood, and there it had been different. It was all about grabbing what you could grab, seizing the part or person that made you the hottest. This was so much more satisfying.

The plane started its descent into Palo Alto. “You seem nervous Stef,” Cody said, grabbing my hand. He was really good at picking up on my moods. Too good.

“I am excited to see my family,” I said. He looked at me and we both knew I was lying, but he didn't pry.

“It will be nice to have some time together, just you and me,” he said. “I miss that.”

“It will, although when you meet JP and Erik you may change your mind,” I teased.

“You know me. I'm up for just about anything.” He gave me that grin, admiring his own double-entendre.

“You are always up, period,” I joked. I worked to restrain my normally effervescent personality and to control my emotions, during the landing and the subsequent ride up to Escorial. Cody raved and raved about the house, like everyone did, but for me, it was just one of my homes, a sanctuary, a place of safety. At least it used to be.

They were expecting me this time, so we actually had a welcoming committee as we drove up. I saw JP standing under the front portico with Erik next to him, his arm around JP in what could either be a protective or a possessive pose. Isidore and Frank were there too. Two couples together, the picture of domestic bliss. I felt my heart sink, but kept it inside. I needed a resurgence in my pride, the pride that said that if JP didn't want me, I didn't want him. The pride that gave me my plucky, confident, playful demeanor. I began to wonder if that was what JP and Max were talking about when they told me to get my act together. A fascinatingly introspective dilemma that would have to wait, as the limo had stopped and JP pulled the door open.

“Stef!” he said, physically pulling me out of the car and into his arms and a big hug. He wasn't normally demonstrative like this. Either he was really happy to see me, or Erik had helped him open up more.

“It is good to see you,” I said, kissing him affectionately. I saw Cody climbing out of the car and paused to watch JP and Erik stare. Cody really was a moving work of art. I guess I'd been around him so much I'd gotten spoiled. “This is Cody.”

JP shook his hand and gave him a formal “man hug”. “You are all that Stefan said you were.”

Cody turned on the charm then, sensing JP's strengths and weaknesses, and jumping right in for the kill. “Why thanks. You haven't even seen me with my clothes off. Yet.”

JP blushed furiously, while the rest of us laughed. “It is good to see you too Erik,” I said, giving him a nice hug.

“Good to see you too Stef. I missed having you around,” he said. The last sentence was whispered in my ear. “Hey Cody.”

“Hey Erik,” Cody said, eying Erik up. Like two stallions in a corral. It was pretty funny. Isidore and Frank were their typical welcoming selves. In just ten minutes, these four people had managed to erase my apprehension.

I showed Cody around Escorial, showing him everything, even the studio that used to be Brad's, and we ended up in my room.

“Erik is pretty smooth,” Cody said.

“You two looked like two alpha males about to fight over the bitches,” I teased.

“Not quite,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“He's the one who is posturing. He doesn't want me here. He wants the two of you to himself,” Cody observed.

“Your chest was puffed out just as far as his,” I countered.

“That was a reaction, Stef. I've been around other guys like him. You've been there with me. Did I do that with those guys?”

“No,” I said, understanding now. “Why is he doing that? He's with JP, why should he care about me?”

“I don't know. But you have something he wants, and I'm in the way. I should probably just go back to Malibu.”

“Nonsense. You are here with me, and you are staying here. If you are not comfortable, then we will both leave.” There was no way I was going to be here, alone, without Cody.

“You love him,” he said. I just stared at him. “JP. You love him.”

“Of course I love him. He's my cousin,” I prevaricated.

“Stef, don't bullshit me. You're in love with him.” I sighed. All he was asking me for was honesty. Was that really too much?

“Yes,” I said simply. “I'm sorry.”

“Why are you sorry Stef? It's alright. We don't have any commitments. I enjoy being with you, I really do, and you're an awesome guy, but we don't have commitments.” I looked deep into his eyes.

“You say that, but your words are different from your feelings,” I said.

He turned away from me, frustrated. “You're changing the subject.”

“I am honest with you; can you not be honest with me?” I asked as I put my arm on his shoulder.

“I really like you. I thought this experience with you, leaving Chicago and just hanging out with you, I thought that would be fun for a while, and then it would be over. But I'm really enjoying you, a lot more than I thought I would.”

“Cody,” I said, almost an exhale. I stopped and dragged him over to the bed so I could be closer to him, to feel him next to me.

“Stef, I was going to tell you, it's OK. Really,” he said, trying to be so sweet.

“Let me tell you about JP,” I said. And then I recounted my relationship with JP, from when I first arrived in Claremont, through Jeff and how we were both in love with him at the same time. I told him about Sam and JP, and me and Roger. I told him all about Greg, and then how JP and Sam broke up and JP and Roger got together. I told him everything, without most of the details.

“So this is your time. Why aren't you two together?” Cody asked, finally getting a word in edgewise.

“Because JP did not want to start something with me right after Greg died. He knew I was still fucked up, and wanted me to work things out first.”

Cody snorted. “That's pretty fucking selfish of him.”

“I can see why you would say that, but he is not. He loves me; he is always there for me. I was kidnapped in Mexico a couple of months ago, and JP dropped everything and flew down to Mexico City to bully the embassy to do everything they could to find me. He is worried that if we are a couple, it will fuck up our friendship.”

I saw him thinking about that. “I don't know Stef. So you say. But then he went and found Erik. It seems pretty shitty.”

“I know. I thought he would wait for me. I thought I'd work Greg out of my system, and then we'd be a couple. Maybe it is just not meant to be.” I sighed sadly. “I'm sorry if I led you on, or if I'm using you.”

“Stef, your love, your relationship with JP, it's like an ancient oak tree. Us, we're more like a sapling. It's young enough that it can morph into a friendship, or maybe into love.”

“Love? You cannot mean that. You are so young, so handsome, with your whole life in front of you.” The thought of him loving me was incomprehensible to me. The thought of me falling in love with him was not.

“Yeah, I can mean that, and I do mean that. I'm developing some pretty strong feelings for you Stef. At some point, I'm going to have to decide whether to let myself go for it, or back off a bit. No matter what, though, I want us to be friends.”

“I understand. You can never have enough friends.”

Cody looked at me sincerely, and then he kissed me gently. The emotion that he put into it, that he felt, was incredible. I opened my eyes and looked into his, seeing something that I didn't expect from him. This guy was really into me. Really into me. I felt him taking off my clothes while I looked at him, remembering the first time we'd fucked in his apartment. How our clothes had flown off our bodies. This time was so much different.

He was on top of me then, my legs pulled back, and then he was in me. I let myself go, let my feelings flow; our eyes stayed locked unless we were kissing. It was so intimate, so meaningful. I wrapped my legs around him, my heels pushing into his waist, pulling myself into him. He went on and on, going slow enough to stimulate every pore in my body, every cell, keying me up, and then bringing us both off in an orgasm so intense I only remembered the feeling of satisfaction afterward.

“Do you understand now?” he asked me.

“I understand,” I said, stroking his cheek, then pulling him to my chest and just holding him. I felt something dripping out of my ass. His cum.

“You did not use a condom,” I said, more of an observation than an accusation.

“I wanted to feel you, just you,” he said. That was a line, and a lame one. He knew it. He was just escalating our relationship. “I want to be able to fuck you without one. Can we do that, if we promise to be safe with everyone else?”

“Yes, we can do that. It feels so hot, having your cum dripping out of my ass,” I said to him seductively.

“You didn't tell me how you feel about me,” he said. He was right, I really hadn't.

“I'm confused right now. My feelings for you are very strong, but I still love JP. Does that make sense?”

“So your obsession with him is clouding how you feel about me?” he asked bitterly.

“Yes. And my obsession with you is clouding how I feel about him too. But right now, I feel very happy.”

He looked up at me and smiled, his dazzling smile, then settled back into my chest. We dozed off until I heard a knock on the door. “I'll get it,” Cody said, and jumped out of bed with his smooth movement. He moved like a lion. I stared at his cute little ass as he walked to the door and he sensed that, turning around to give me a grin. He opened the door and let JP in. Cody shut the door, and I heard the click of the lock. JP was too distracted to notice, he was too busy staring at Cody.

“JP, you can look and touch,” Cody said in his seductive voice, and took JP's hand and put it on his chest.

“I just came to warn you that it is almost dinner,” he stammered.

In one quick movement, Cody reached down and picked JP up and threw him over his shoulder, then carried him over to the bed. I saw JP’s face, grinning, as Cody turned around briefly. Cody threw him on the bed next to me and snuggled up to him, trapping JP between us on the bed. “I shouldn't be here,” JP said weakly, making me laugh.

Cody rolled him onto his side so he was facing me. JP smiled and then our lips met while Cody undid JP's pants and slid them down and off. Then his shirt. Then I was there with JP, skin on skin, while Cody strapped on a condom and moved into JP. I felt JP gasp into my mouth, and turned around to let him enter me. It was so exciting, so amazing, to hear both Cody and JP moaning behind me while I felt JP slide in and out of me. Cody worked JP like he did when we were with Zach and Grant, making sure JP came first, making it all about JP. Then, after JP was done, lying there flat on his back panting, Cody straddled him on his knees and ripped the condom off. He knelt over JP, his muscular frame, so perfect, glistening with his sweat and bulging from his exertions, and stroked his cock slowly, then more quickly, until he blasted his load all over JP and me. It was amazingly hot.

“You are a stud,” JP said. “Thanks.”

“JP, why don't you come down and visit,” Cody said. “You're a lot of fun, and I know you'd enjoy yourself.”

“You mean you want me to join your harem?” he teased.

“Yeah. For a few days. You game?” Cody taunted playfully.

“I'll see what I can do,” he said, grinning at both of us. “Now I have to go clean your cum off of my body and get ready for dinner.”

“No you do not,” I said, and leaned over and started licking his body, licking every drop of Cody's load off of JP's sexy body. It was so erotic, kissing and touching JP, yet it was Cody's cum I was eating.

JP threw his clothes on and headed off to get ready, while I led Cody to the shower. “I see why you love him. He's cute as hell, and a lot of fun.”

“So are you,” I said, and then I washed him, his entire body, and made him hard again, and made love to him again.

Cody and I almost skipped down to the dining room for dinner, but we were met by a much darker mood. JP sat at his place, looking somber and pissed at the same time, while Isidore and Frank just looked confused.

“Where's Erik?” Cody asked, breaking the ice.

“He needed to, uh,” JP hesitated. Then he sighed. “He didn't take to kindly to our little interlude.”

“Oh wow, JP. I'm so sorry,” Cody said sincerely. “I feel so bad. I just figured since Stefan had been with him that he wouldn't mind if you were with me.”

“I didn't say he was being fair,” JP said, “I just said he was upset.”

“My goodness JP, even at this advanced age you are still letting your dick get you into trouble,” Isidore teased, cracking us all up.

“Well, I don't know how old you are JP. I figured you and Stef were about the same age,” Cody lied, stroking JP's ego. “But you're like a 19 year old in bed.” We all laughed, even harder after JP blushed.

“You're a sweet talker,” JP observed.

“You didn't enjoy me? I wasn't fun?” Cody asked, pretending to pout.

“I didn't say that,” JP snapped, then got irritated with himself for letting his emotions show, and even more irritated still when we laughed at him even harder.

“I'll keep you satisfied while he goes off and pouts,” Cody said in his sluttiest voice. After that, dinner was a blast.

We smoked a joint on the patio, JP's normal habit, and then he made to saunter off to his own room. Cody picked him up, just like this afternoon, and carried him back to ours, and we showed him how to have a good time just like we did with Zach and Grant.

“I guess you're the alpha male that won,” I whispered into Cody’s ear when we were done, spent, and lying there intertwined.

“The battle's not over yet,” Cody said seriously.

May 27, 1995

“We can stay here,” I told JP. “We do not have to go to the beach.” We had planned to spend the Memorial Day weekend in Santa Cruz. Claire and Jack, with their kids, along with Ace and Cass, were supposed to be there as well. But Erik hadn't come back last night, and JP was clearly on edge.

“Are you kidding?” JP asked me. “We're leaving.” I recognized his mood. He was hurt, but he was also angry. “As soon as you're ready.”

That was more of an order than a request, so I went and rousted Cody out of bed and dragged him out to the car. JP had a Mercedes 500 SEL, black of course, that he used when he was dragging more than one other person with him, so we took that. It was a nice car, with some cute features. It had double thick windows to keep the noise levels down, and it had doors that closed themselves. You just had to pull them almost closed and a hydraulic system shut them all the way. JP drove, of course, control freak that he is, and I sat in front so I could annoy him.

“I did not think your relationship with Erik was an exclusive one,” I said. He frowned at me to tell me that he didn't want to talk about it. I ignored him.

“Neither did I,” he said.

“Well then why was he so upset? I slept with you and Erik, why can you not sleep with me and Cody?”

“I have no idea,” JP said rudely, figuring that would shut me down. Right. But before I could jump in, Cody intervened.

“I know,” he said. “At least I think I do.” JP glared at him. “I'm sorry, JP; it's none of my business.”

JP's manners reasserted themselves. He was only allowed to be rude to me. “I'm sorry, Cody. Annoying probing is unwelcome, useful insights are not.”

“And since when do you find probing annoying?” I teased. JP rolled his eyes.

“You're like his woman,” Cody said simply.

“What? You think I'm effeminate? Like Stef?” JP said, not missing a chance to take a shot at me.

“I have butched up a lot,” I objected. That was another side effect of Greg's neglect. I'd become less and less his “wife” and more my own person, and my flashy effeminate side had receded, well, receded a bit.

“That's not the issue,” Cody said firmly. “You are his, you fucked around, and he's pissed.”

“I belong to no one,” JP objected, furious now.

“Why would he not be upset about me?” I asked.

JP laughed. “To use Cody's analogy, you're another woman. It would be like a straight man having sex with two women.”

“So we are lesbians?” I teased.

“With the tightest pussies in town,” Cody said, making us laugh.

“Well that's all bullshit,” JP said, working it through in his brain. “If he can fuck around, so can I.”

“Perhaps the issue here is one of communication. You have not set up ground rules?” I asked. I glanced back at Cody. We'd only just done that, sort of, with the condom rule.

“Well, if he comes back, we'll have that talk,” JP said firmly. “Thank you Cody, for your insights. Until things change, I'd like to be one of your lesbians.”

We got to Santa Cruz to find everyone else already there. Claire fell all over Cody. “We have got to take you shopping. Where did you get these clothes?”

“Stef took me shopping,” Cody said, grinning and flirting with her. “You have better taste than him?”

“It is a known fact,” she said, teasing me.

“Hormones from having those babies have warped your mind,” I said. “He looks great.”

“Yes he does,” Jack said, standing next to Claire.

“I suppose you're straight?” Cody asked.

“Very. It has caused my male relatives much sadness, but alas, my body is reserved for one person,” Jack said, pretending to be philosophical.

“I'll bet. Well it's nice to meet you anyway,” Cody said, flashing his smile at Jack.

Cody ended up hanging out with Jack and Ace, playing with the kids. I watched him with a pang of sadness. He looked so good, hanging out with people closer to his own age. How could I contemplate a long term relationship with a young guy like that? He was so young, so vital, and so energetic. What if he wanted to have kids? With looks like that, he should breed.

I felt a familiar presence and felt an arm around my waist. “I really like him, Stef,” JP said.

“I like him too. He is a good man, and he makes me happy. When I first met him in the bar, he was an asshole; arrogant, selfish, and demanding. But he has shed that persona around me, and it only makes him sexier.”

“I'm glad you're happy, Stef. You deserve it,” he said.

“You should come down to LA. I have my own harem.”

“Oh yeah? What would Greg say about that?” JP joked.

“Well, I think it would freak him out, since he was fucking at least one of them.”

JP stared at me. “He was cheating on you?”

I nodded. “Since Halloween.”

“And you are sleeping with the guy he fucked?” he asked, sounding all self-righteous. A long look from me ended that attitude. We knew each other too well to spend time moralizing excessively.

“The young man, Zach, well, Greg told him we had an open relationship, but that Zach should not talk to me about it. Greg told him that I would not like having it thrown in my face.”

“So he was a dupe.” JP said bloodlessly.

“Yes, and he is young and naïve. Less so now. He was hurting, Greg's death hit him pretty hard, but he could not even mourn.” I let that sink in, and then added a joke. “And he's a good fuck too,”

“I'm sorry Stef. You seem to be handling this pretty well.”

“I told you that I only want to remember the good times. Besides, Cody has been good for me.” I didn't know where this was going. I knew what I wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him ‘what about us?’ but I wouldn't.

“You love him?” JP asked.

“Do you love Erik?” I countered.

“I don't know,” he said.

“Well when you figure it out, you let me know,” I said. And then went outside to enjoy my family.