Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2012 11:55:27 -0300
From: ottootto@fastmail.fm
Subject: The Volkmans 3

Chapter 3 -- Ice turns to sweat

    Well, everybody had a shower that evening. Julie even got her ashtray
(Hank also smoked, although Nora was nagging him to stop). Nate invited
Dorothy for dinner. Melinda called Dean.

    And they had a nice evening. Well, most of them. Martin still didn't
talk. Isis was shyer than ever, and she didn't even dare to look at Julie
or Joan, even when they were talking, even the few times they asked her
questions. Nate was also silent, although Dorothy was very talkative.

    Dottie also paid lots of attention. She caught when Joan held Julie's
hand, and wondered about those two, knowing that they shared a bedroom. In
the middle of the conversation, it was said that Julie and Joan were
roommates, but Dottie wondered if there was something else going on. Were
they, you know, married?

    Isis had no doubt that they were a couple. And that was none of her
business. She tried not to think about it that much.

    Julie showed pictures of her family, including Sally, who was also Nate
and Melinda's sister. In one picture, Linda was with Carla. When asked who
Carla was, Julie answered:

    "My sister's girlfriend."

    No comment was made, although Dorothy did give the picture a second
look (they were both so beautiful), and Isis wondered if they were all
lesbians in that family.

    But, in general, it was a very pleasant evening. The food was great,
the talk was easy and most of them were relaxed.

    Mary wasn't mentioned. They just asked about each others' lives. Laurie
got a lot of attention, especially by Melinda, Dean and Dorothy, who kept
asking her about TV. She tried her best to be nice to them, but deep down
she was a little tired of being the TV star. Hell, she was in Arkansas
because she wanted to know more about them, not because she wanted to talk
about herself.

    She decided that she wouldn't go to the barbecue the next day at the
Trevors. She didn't want lots of people to know she was there, certainly
not the press, and she didn't want to spend a whole day signing autographs
and talking about TV. Not then, in such a difficult moment. Instead, she
asked if she could ride and see the farm. They had arrived in the afternoon
and spent all the time indoors, which was a little silly when you're at
such a beautiful farm.

    "No problem," said Hank. "I'll ask Manuela to go with you."

    "Manuela?"

    "Camilla's sister. She works for us. I think you saw her when you
arrived."

    The girl on the horse had a name!

    No, forget about it, Laurie thought to herself. She simply smiled, and
said:

    "Oh, okay."

    The rest of them, however, would go to the barbecue.

    ***

    And so they did, the next day. They spent part of the morning visiting
part of the farm (but not all). It was a quick look, really. Just near the
house. Soon, they all left, going to the Fourth of July barbecue at the
Trevors.

    Laurie was left behind. She wandered about the house a little bit,
trying to understand these people. This family. Which was also her
family. Nathan and Melinda was her siblings, as much as Julie or Matt. But
the difference was huge. They were strangers.

    It was a beautiful place. But so hard to fit in. She was really glad
that Julie, Joan and Jill had come, because obviously Laurie and Martin
needed every help possible to even talk to these people.

    She didn't have the chance to talk about her mother. She didn't mention
her; neither did Hank or Melinda. Nate and Martin, of course, wouldn't.

    Soon, Manuela entered the living room. She was really beautiful:

    "Miss Parker?"

    "Yeah. Manuela, right?"

    "Yes. Hank told me you wanted to ride."

    "Yeah. But I'm not really good at it. I don't really have much
practice."

    "Don't worry, Miss Parker..."

    "Laurie."

    "What?"

    "Call me Laurie."

    Manuela didn't smile. She was beautiful, yes, but she obviously wasn't
the nicest person in Arkansas.

    "Don't worry, I chose a nice horse for you."

    "Thanks."

    "What do you want to see? The animals? The pond? The woods?"

    "The pond would be great, thanks. Just... you know, the farm."

    "Come."

    They left the house and got the horses. In a second, Manuela was
already on hers. She looked down at Laurie:

    "Need help?"

    "Uh, no, no, thanks."

    Laurie clearly didn't have Manuela's practice. But she knew how to
mount. Even if it took her a lot longer to get on that thing.

    They rode together, slowly. Manuela didn't talk that much. She didn't
call Laurie by her name; she simply used "you" whenever necessary.

    They saw the whole farm. And the beautiful natural pond, where Laurie
decided to stop for a few minutes. She got off the horse, removed her shoes
and put her feet in the cold water. Manuela didn't move. She just watched
Laurie.

    "Come here, Manuela."

    "Fine."

    Manuela sat next to Laurie, but didn't remove her boots, and so she
didn't put her feet in the water.

    Laurie asked questions. About the life in the farm. Manuela, Camilla
and their brother Pedro lived here, in a small house in the property. They
lived in the farm since they were born. Their parents worked for the
Volkmans. They were dead now.

    Laurie kept asking questions. About Manuela's life, trying to
understand the Volkmans. And trying to get to know Manuela.

    Manuela liked the Volkmans; they had all been nice to her and her
family. She used to play with Nate and Melinda when they were kids. She
liked to draw. And to ride.

    "I spent my childhood drawing and most of my adult life on a horse,"
she said, smiling for the first time. Nice smile.

    ***

    Meanwhile, the Trevors were also very nice. The party was great. All
the neighbors were there, and Hank was very comfortable around them. It was
nice to see this side of him. The Parkers were introduced simply as
friends, and the people of Arkansas are so nice that they simply accepted
it and didn't ask any personal or intrusive questions. They were all very
friendly, asking them all what they were thinking of the countryside.

    Obviously, Julie, Joan and Jill were very popular. Everybody found them
to be so pretty and nice to everyone. They were very friendly, and never
talked to anyone as if they were superior or anything. Joan, of course, was
smart enough to remove Julie from the beginning of every political
discussion, so they really came out as wonderful, friendly, nice girls.

    Martin, on the other hand, was seen as the quiet guy who talked to no
one. He had none of the warmth of the girls, rarely used more than one
syllable, and never talked unless he was asked. Which, after some time,
people stopped doing.

    Nate barely acknowledged the presence of the Parkers. If Dorothy was
among those orbiting Julie and Joan, Nate was distant, with his real
friends. And, when asked about the Parkers, he said they were "just some
people."

    Isis was also shy, and a little uncomfortable, but she gave more
information to her best friend, Nancy, the daughter of the Trevors. They
were the same age, had been best friends since they were born, and when
they were alone Isis said:

    "You know Julie and Joan? They're lesbians."

    "Really?"

    "Yeah."

    "How do you know?"

    And Isis told her.

    But Isis wasn't the only one who knew. Dorothy was also pretty
sure. And she had forgotten all about her boyfriend and was always around
Julie and Joan. And, as time went by, Julie started to recognize something
about her eyes. And started wondering...

    Is she flirting with me?

    Julie made a couple of silly comments, and Dorothy laughed at them. Way
too much. Either she was an idiot, or she was interested.

    Dorothy was very pretty, sure. Tall, blonde, hot. But she was Nate's
girlfriend! And Nate was... well, kind of family. Julie couldn't do it. He
was her sister's brother.

    But that blonde girl was so into her. It would be so easy. Had Dorothy
ever had a lesbian experience? Or was she just curious? She had great
breasts, and Julie could bet that her pussy was delicious.

    Joan got it. It was very obvious. And she knew Julie well enough to
know exactly what her girlfriend was thinking. Julie was thinking that she
couldn't possibly do it, but Joan knew that Julie would grab the first
chance. After all, Julie was also flirting, a little bit, with
Dorothy. Little touches, silly laughs, silly jokes, hands touching arms,
lots of eye contact...

    When Julie lit a cigarette, Dorothy asked for one.

    "Oh, sure, take this," said Julie, giving her own cigarette to Dorothy,
and lighting another one for herself.

    Dorothy could taste Julie's lipstick on the cigarette.

    Unfortunately, Dorothy didn't smoke, so she coughed. Julie smiled,
finding it cute. Dorothy, of course, didn't admit that smoking was not her
thing, so she kept the cigarette between her fingers, trying it again
occasionally (with the same results).

    And what they were talking about? Well, life in Arkansas. The
farms. The town. And how, despite the fact that Dorothy really believed
that Julie was from the big city, she was actually just another small-town
girl.

    It didn't matter. For Dorothy, Julie seemed very sophisticated.

    Joan excused herself. Dorothy was nice to her, too, sure, but it was
clear that whatever was happening there was between Julie and Dorothy, and
just those two.

    Joan Greene had no place here.

    She saw Nora looking agitated. So she asked:

    "Any problem?"

    "Oh, it's nothing. I just have to go back to get some ice, that's all."

    "Do you want me to go get it for you?"

    "Oh, dear, I couldn't possibly ask you that. I'll go in a minute, don't
worry."

    "Come on, don't be silly. Just turn left on the road, right?"

    "Yes, but you're a guest!"

    "Time to repay the hospitality. I insist. Martin can help me."

    They discussed for some time, but eventually Nora agreed.

    Martin was completely alone. He was silent, drinking beer after beer,
and Joan was worried about it. She didn't want him to get drunk and spoil
such a wonderful barbecue for all these nice people. She grabbed him by the
arm and said:

    "Come on, Marty. We gotta bring some ice."

    "Okay," he said. He didn't mind. In fact, he was also willing to get
the hell out of there. Shit, he wanted to go back to New York. He wanted to
be with his friends. This "new family" thing didn't please him at all.

    They walked. It was just about a couple of miles, and Joan wanted
Martin to walk. They talked a little. Basically Joan wanted him to be more
open and friendly. And he wasn't in the mood for it.

    "They're your family!"

    "They're strangers. I don't know them."

    "They're nice people!"

    "Yeah, I know."

    And he did. Because the Volkmans were nice. But this... This didn't
feel like home.

    They walked in silence for a few minutes, until Martin said:

    "I shouldn't have come. I should go back to New York."

    "Come on, Marty..."

    "I have nothing to do here! I mean, I came here to meet them, met them,
that's it."

    "And you have no relationship whatsoever with them."

    "Who said I want to have a relationship with them? So a woman I barely
remember had a couple of other kids. Who cares? Fuck her. Glad she's dead."

    "Marty, they have nothing to do with what she did. Why don't you open
yourself to them?"

    "Because I don't want to, okay? I wanna go home."

    "Look, this is hard for you and Laurie, and if you go... I think she'll
break. And she honestly wants to be here, she really wants to know them,
but she won't stay if you don't."

    Martin said nothing. He knew it was true. But it was just so... hard on
him.

    "Promise you won't go at least for a few days, okay?"

    "Hm. Okay."

    They spent the next minutes in silence again. And Joan thought about
Julie and Dorothy.

    It was very silly, but she couldn't resist:

    "Plus, you can't go away. You're the only guy we have! Sometimes we
girls need a dick, you know?"

    She laughed. He laughed too. He could also use a dick right now,
but... fuck, what was he doing in Arkansas?

    Even so, they started to talk silly things, sexy things, and the
journey became a lot lighter.

    When they were almost in the Volkman's home, Joan asked:

    "What you think about Dorothy?"

    "The girlfriend?"

    "Yeah."

    "Seems okay. Why?"

    "I think she has a crush on Jules."

    "You're kidding."

    "Well, I saw those two talking. There was something going on."

    "They're not like, well... us!"

    "Yeah, but my Julie can seduce a bishop, if she wants to."

    Martin laughed:

    "I don't doubt."

    "Who knows, maybe they're fucking right now. Maybe they found a secure
spot, somewhere in the Trevor's farm. Maybe the're fucking on the grass. It
sure seemed like they could do it any moment."

    Joan didn't know, but she wasn't wrong. At the same moment, Julie and
Dorothy were looking for a safe place, away from the party. And in a few
minutes they would start to make love on the grass. But that's for another
day. You'll read all the details in the next chapter.

    What matters now is that Joan and Martin started to fantasize with
Julie and Dorothy. And soon they started to imagine other people joining in
(that didn't happen in real life). And they started talking about their own
previous experiences, all those orgies, all those crazy days and nights.

    And, five minutes after they arrived in the kitchen, always thinking on
Julie and Dorothy, and on Martin and his big cock, Joan pulled him closer
and kissed him.

    She was so sure that Julie was fucking Dorothy at that same moment.

    Joan was horny. She grabbed her chance. She was alone with Martin, and
for once they weren't surrounded by the Volkmans.

    And Martin was always ready for Joan.

    There was nothing romantic about it. It was pure crazy sex. She opened
his shirt, licked his nipples, lowered his pants, put his cock out and
caressed it.

    Hard. Thick. So big.

    He pulled her shirt up, her bra down, and started to suck one of her
big tits.

    He touched her slit, while she ran her fingers up and down his shaft.

    "Fuck, you're so wet!"

    "Good thing you're so hard, huh?"

    He laughed, and threw her on the kitchen table. His trousers were by
his ankles and he quickly found the entrance.

    "Fuck me, Marty! Fuck me good!"

    She was facing him. She was so pretty. Her tits bounced while he fucked
her.

    And he was so pretty. And he looked so concentrated while he fucked
her. Joan always loved that about Marty. He could be in an orgy with 15
other people, and he always kept looking at you while he fucked you.

    And, of course, Martin was perfect for a quickie because he liked to
fuck hard. That was his thing. And there were days when Joan loved to get a
hard fuck. There's something very masculine about it.

    And, with all the tension he felt, a nice hard fuck was exactly what
Martin needed. Just some great sex with no complications whatsoever: with
one of his regular partners, someone he liked, and someone who was a great
lay. Joan was never someone who only received. She wasn't afraid to do her
part, to work for their orgasm, so she constantly moved her hips trying to
match his rhythm. And, sure, when she moved her hips, her beautiful big
tits also moved.

    Joan closed her eyes. This was so good:

    "Yeah, Marty, like that... Oh, I need this! Yeah, keep going, like
that, like... oh..."

    "You're so hot, Joan! So fucking hot!"

    He looked at her body. Her tits bouncing. The wonderful sight of his
cock moving in and out of her pussy.

    Such a great pussy!

    "Oh, Marty... Yeah, baby, you fuck me so well!"

    "Take it... Oh, Joan, yes... You're so good... Julie's so
lucky... We're all so lucky!"

    "Oh, yeah... Martin..."

    She opened her eyes. And then she remembered where she was. They were
fucking on the Volkman's kitchen table!

    That was so hot! Those people, and they were really nice people, having
their barbecue with no idea of what Joan and Martin were doing on their
table!

    She pulled Martin's face closer to hers. They kissed, but he didn't
stop fucking her. Not for a second. He just kept pushing his big cock in
and out of her pussy.

    Then he put his arm behind her and pulled her up, so she was basically
sitting on the kitchen table. And they kissed some more.

    She had her arms around him. She kissed his cheek, she moved her hips,
she said on his ear.

    "Yeah, oh... Marty, your cock's so good... It's so good to have it in
my pussy, to feel your body against me..."

    "Oh, Joan, I don't know how much longer I can... Hold."

    "Keep going, baby, keep going, I'm not through with you
yet. Keep... fucking me. Yeah, like that, oh... hm..."

    Nothing else mattered. They were no longer thinking on Julie and
Dorothy. Or the Volkmans, or Martin's problems. They forgot it all.

    They were just concentrated on this. Fucking. Making each other, and
themselves, feel good.

    "Yeah, Marty, oh... Your cock's so good! So good inside me!"

    But he pulled his cock out of her. And then he quickly turned her body,
placing her on the table again, but this time with her face down. And her
beautiful butt up.

    But he didn't fuck her ass. No, he went back to her pussy.

    "Oh, yeah, Marty, oh... Fuck! It goes so... So deep... So deep inside
of me! Yeah, fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

    "Oh, Joan... Joan, oh! Fuck, you're so hot! So fucking hot, baby!"

    He grabbed her by the hips and fucked her hard. As always, Joan
responded to his every move.

    "Fuck, fuck, fuck me, Marty!"

    He was beyond all control. Just grabbed her flesh and moved his hips as
fast as he could.

    Her eyes were shut, she was in another world, and nothing else
mattered, just his prick inside her.

    "Oh, fuck, fuck, Joan! I'm gonna cum!"

    "Just a second, Marty, don't... Don't make miss it!"

    "Ah, oh! Joan!"

    "Almost there, Marty, I'm almost there!"

    They were both close; they were both sweating. This was too much. Too
good.

    Her juices were flowing. This was pure heaven.

    She could feel it. She was so close:

    "More, come on, Marty, fuck me, don't stop, don't stop, please... yeah,
oh, fuck, keep going..."

    She could feel his excitement. She could feel that prick, so hard and
so big in her pussy. She could feel his fingers gripping her flesh.

    And she could feel herself cumming:

    "Oh, yeah, I'm cum..."

    Martin came. And she was still saying:

    "ming! Fuck. Oh, Marty... Oh, you're cumming too!"

    "Oh, Joan. Fuck. I needed this so bad."

    They kissed. And tried to catch their breath. But then, in the country,
in an empty farm, suddenly Joan recognized a city noise.

    "Is that a car?!"

    Martin tried to hear. Then he quickly moved towards the window.

    Yes, it was a car. Hank's. And it was coming to the house.

    "Fuck, we don't have much time!"

    "What is it?"

    "Hank! He's coming!"

    "Shit!"

    They managed to fix their clothes, as quickly as they could, listening
to the car. And the front door.

    And Nora's voice:

    "Hello? Joan? Are you still here?"

    "Yeah, yeah, Nora? We're in the kitchen!"

    Nora entered:

    "Hi, I just realized that you didn't get the car and you needed it..."

    She stopped for a second, looking at them. They were soaked!

    "You know, uh, to bring the ice. Are you okay?"

    Joan answered:

    "Yeah, sure. I... just need to go the toilet."

    And Martin:

    "Me too!"

    "Okay," said Nora, smiling. What was happening?

    And, when they left, she saw the kitchen table. Oh, fuck.

    It was wet. All over it. And this couldn't possibly be melted ice. Nora
caressed it. Nope, not cold at all. In fact, it was rather hot.

    Nora had no doubt.

    They had fucked on her kitchen table!

    They had actually done it!

    And... Martin and... Joan? Was this why she was here? Was she Martin's
lover?

    Sure, Martin was a handsome man, but...

    Did Jill know about this?

    They quickly came back, a little shy. They helped her with the ice, but
now it was Nora's turn to be cold. She didn't want to talk to them.

    They returned to the party, but... It wasn't the same thing. There was
an obvious tension as Nora drove.

    Joan realized it, and even wondered if, by any chance, Nora had seen
anything. Clearly, they hadn't been discreet enough.

    Was it possible that... Nora knew?

    Oh, fuck!

    Laurie would kill them!



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