"No, not this time," I respond, not really aware of what I'm saying until it comes out of my mouth. "I can never think straight when I'm in bed with you," I tell her and see a look of confusion on her face. "But honestly, outside of the bedroom we don't have a lot in common. We spend sixty percent of our time fighting and forty percent making up." I guess it is make-up sex.
"What do you mean we don't have anything in common?" she pulls back, ready for a fight. "We have our friends."
"Your friends," I counter.
"They're your friends now, too." She stops and just looks at me, her anger putting a light flush on her face. "Are you breaking up with me? Is there someone else?"
"NO!" I say emphatically. "No one else. I just think you deserve someone who you don't spend two-thirds of your time fighting with, don't you?" I ask her.
"You are breaking up with me!" She stands up and starts to walk away but spins back around. "Fuck you! Max! Just fuck you! Nobody breaks up with me! I do the fucking breaking up!" She takes a deep breath, whirls around and looks like she's going to breathe fire, "I hope you're happy with whoever she is! We're through!" she screams as she storms out the door.
Fuck! I didn't even know I was going to do that. But it feels right somehow. I finish straightening the kitchen then stretch out on the couch flipping through channels on the TV.
I must have dosed off, late nights of pussy eating and blowjobs will do that. I hear the girls come in, all talking at once and laughing merrily. I sit up and say hi.
"Hey," Kamala says, sitting next to me. "How did it go with Gwen?"
"We broke up," I answer, aware that the other girls are nearby and the chatter has stopped.
"I'm sorry," Kamala says, putting her arm around me.
"I'm not," I smile. "It was my idea."
"Then I'm not either," she says, kissing me playfully on the cheek. "I never really liked her anyway." I didn't know that. "I'm not sure what you saw in her... I mean... other than the obvious."
"She really knew what to do with that obvious," I answer. Kamala holds up her hands.
"TMI, Max!" she laughs. "Too much information."
"Outside of the sex," I continue, "We really didn't have anything in common." I stretch and turn towards my sister. "Will you go with me this afternoon to get my stuff?"
"Sure." Kamala says although I'm not certain she really wants to.
"Want to see what we bought?" Anna asks.
"Of course," I answer as they rustle through the bags on the floor. "Will you model them for me?"
"That's what I meant," Anna smiles. They pull out a variety of tops, shorts and skirts and start to undress.
"You're going to change right here?" Kamala asks.
"Like we have something he hasn't already seen?" Monica asks as she pulls her top over her head and reveals a light tan bra, which exposes plenty of cleavage.
"She has a point," I answer, watching as each of the girls starts to disrobe.
"You're such a guy, Max," Kamala punches my arm but she joins her friends in modeling the new outfits.
I spend the next half hour with a perpetual hard-on. Even though the girls never strip down past their underwear, it is sexy as hell to watch them try on their clothing. They swap tops and skirts as much as their physical differences permit and ask me my opinion on everything.
"Do you think this would look better without a bra," Anna asks, holding up a top that Monica just took off.
"I'm not sure," I answer honestly. "Try it!"
"I was hoping you'd say that," she responds, unclasping her bra and exposing her exquisite puffy nipples.
"You just wanted to show off your tits," Kamala says. "You'll never wear that without a bra."
"Maybe," she shrugs, slipping the top over her head and pulling it down over her chest. "What do you think?" she asks me, coming closer so I can get a good look.
"I like it but I wouldn't suggest going out in public like this." I reach up and tweak her nipples through the light material. "It's very sexy."
"I can never go braless," Monica says, "but I'll show you my tits again, Max." She strips off the top she was modeling, drops her bra on the floor and leans over the arm of the couch. Her tits are inches from my face and she lifts one with her hand, offering it to me as she feeds her nipple into my mouth. I suck on her thick, black nub, teasing it with my tongue and nibbling on it with my teeth.
I'm lost in the taste of Monica's tits when I feel fingers fumbling with my zipper. Yelena is kneeling between my legs and trying to free my hard cock. She obviously hasn't had much practice with this. I put my hand over hers to stop her.
"As much as I would love to continue this," I say, releasing Monica's nipple and catching my breath. This had all the makings of becoming a full-fledged orgy with me sucking, eating and fucking all these girls at once. "I really need to go get my stuff." I scoot back, pull up my zipper and look into the long faces of three disappointed girls.
"We can pick up where we left off when I get back," I assure them.
"Promise?" Yelena asks, looking up at me with her big blue eyes. She's still kneeling on the floor in front of me and is the only one who hasn't taken off her top.
"Only if you let me feast on these fabulous nipples," I respond, reaching out and tweaking them through her blouse and bra.
"Deal!" she says, excitedly, glancing anxiously at Kamala who responds with a slight shake of her head. Something's brewing but I probably won't find out until we get back.
"So what really happened between you and Gwen?" Kamala asks once we're in the car.
"I told you we broke up," I answer evasively. Kamala just waits me out and I finally add, "there's got to be more to a relationship than fights and make up sex."
"Is that why you brought me so you wouldn't be tempted into make up sex?"
"She can be very convincing," I smile.
"I bet," Kamala says and we sit quietly for a minute.
"She's positive that there's another woman," I say.
"Is there?" Kamala asks. I reach over and take her hand, gently squeezing it as I rest my arm on the console.
"Not in the way that she thinks," I answer, glancing over to catch her reaction. She's smiling so I continue. "Last night was so much fun and not just the sexual parts."
"The sexual parts weren't fun?" Kamala asks, teasingly squeezing my hand.
"See!" I answer. "That's just what I'm talking about. Off and on through the whole night we were all laughing and cutting up. It made me realize how boring my life with Gwen has been."
"Other than the fantastic make up sex?" Kamala continues to tease. I'm not sure if that just comes naturally or if it's a defense mechanism to keep me from getting too sappy. Either way, I like it.
"Of course, that wasn't boring." I join in her banter. "You saw her at breakfast. She didn't even get that you were teasing."
"I know, right?" Kamala says, turning towards me and getting more animated. "I couldn't believe she was about to defend her choice in men," Kamala laughs. She places her hand on my inner thigh, dangerously close to my cock and leans towards me. "Do you need me to take the edge off before you see her?" Kamala mischievously asks while running her fingers up the length of my crotch.
"I'm fine," I answer, "but I might take you up on that later."
"See, even you don't know when I'm joking," she says, pulling her hand back.
"I knew." I answer, not at all sure that I really did.
"Maybe I wasn't," she teases. Okay, that's why I'm not sure. Before I can think of a witty comeback, we pull up in front of Gwen's apartment building.
"Thanks for coming with me Sis," is all I say.
"I wouldn't miss it," she says, opening her door. "Maybe I'll get to see some make up sex."
"Don't hold your breath," I say, taking her hand again as we walk up to Gwen's door. I had called ahead so that Gwen would know we were coming.
Gwen opens the door wearing the Vogue version of sexy outwear, a skintight skirt and lots of enticing cleavage. Kamala almost starts laughing and I suck in a breath to keep from joining her.
"Oh," Gwen says, "I didn't know you were bringing Kamala." Maybe I forgot to mention that on the phone.
"She's going to help me carry my stuff," I say leading Kamala into the living room past Gwen. The iHome is playing some of my favorite music and there's a wine bottle open on the coffee table with two glasses.
"I thought we might be able to talk this through," Gwen says, smiling at me while shooting daggers at Kamala. I start putting things in boxes as I respond.
"I'm sorry, Gwen," I answer. "Let's just take a break from the fighting for a while." She's looking around like there's a better answer floating in the air somewhere.
"We were good together, Max," she says, a single tear staining her perfect make up.
"Very good," I admit, putting my hand on her shoulder. "But we fought like crazy."
"And made up just as crazily," she whispers, glancing at Kamala who is walking towards the bedroom with an empty box.
"Hey, let's not fight about how we fought," I laugh but she doesn't see the humor.
"What will I tell Gwen and Steven?" she asks. "We are supposed to have dinner with them tonight." This is what's really bothering her; what will she tell her friends.
"Tell them whatever you want," I answer, picking through the few CDs we have and taking mine. "Look, if you want to tell your friends that you caught me with another woman and kicked me out, it's fine with me."
"You arrogant bastard!" she screams. "You think this is all about what I'm going to tell my friends?" I have to admit she really is gorgeous when she's mad. "Fine! Just get your stuff and get out!"