First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I've said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if you haven't read all previous chapters, I suggest you do so before proceeding.
If I haven't already scared you off, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do writing it. All mistakes are mine. All people, places and institutions are made up, this story in no way reflects reality and any similarities to it are coincidental. Enjoy.
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Chapter 05
"I miss her already." Cybil pouted as she and Mason left the airport after dropping Brigid off for her flight back to Charleston.
Mason could only agree with her. He knew Brigid hadn't wanted to use the return ticket, but was concern about Marcus being left alone for too long. He'd gone after a UPS driver once, because the guy hadn't slowed down enough around the sheep. They still had to go to the branch office to get their packages. "She'll be back before Thanksgiving and by then we'll be settled in at the hall." He assured her, running through the gears as he merged the Chevelle into traffic.
It was Saturday morning, heading into the Columbus day weekend and things were going to be hectic. Brigid had worked tirelessly to get the hall ready for occupation, usually with the help of anyone that was out of class for the day, but sometimes alone. With the holiday weekend everything was ready for the move, but unfortunately Brigid's return flight date had come and though everyone hated it, she had decided to stick to it.
She and Mason had spent all day Friday together, doing a couple more of the photo ops Marcus had requested, and simply having a nice slow day together, followed by a nice slow evening that just might tide them over until she returned.
They had a lot to get done in the next three days. Mason was the simplest to move, since everything he had with him, easily fit in the trunk of the Chevelle. But on top of Cybil and Ardella, he had agreed to let Becky take an apartment on the second floor next to Katey's, so there were four of them to move as well.
Mason had figured they would use the three CX-9's to move everyone, but Abigail had suggested that she tag along for the day with a twenty-foot panel van she had at the dealership. So Mason was headed there first to collect her.
Abigail was dressed to work when they got there. Wearing jeans and a flannel shirt that swayed alarmingly as she used a broom to sweep out the back of the van. Cybil just shook her head, not surprised in the least that Mason had yet another drop dead gorgeous woman on the hook.
"You must be Cybil?" Abigail smiled as she leaned the broom against the wall. "My, you are a beauty aren't you?"
Cybil looked at Mason and mouthed 'I love you', as she extended her hand to shake. She was already wondering if Abigail had any other tastes in common with her besides an appetite for Mason's cock.
"Oh I'm going to like you." Cybil grinned, eyeing her full flannel shirt deliberately. Making Abigail laugh.
"You two behave." Mason chuckled as he popped the trunk on the Chevelle and started transferring his bags to the open panel door. He was going to leave the car at the dealership and drive the truck, then pick it up later when he brought Abigail back.
"We are." Cybil and Abigail assured him almost in harmony, setting them both to laughing and ending with them hugging. Mason just shook his head and grinned, there was never a dull moment around Cybil.
They moved Mason's stuff to the front and closed it up, then climbed into the cab, Mason driving with Abigail sitting in the middle. But as he reached for the keys lying on the dash, Cybil snatched them away.
"Before we get going here," she told them with a grin. "I believe you two still have unfinished business to complete." They both looked at her puzzled and she sighed dramatically. "Mason did buy three of the CX-9's, for which I believe you offered him a certain gratuitous act, and I think it's time you paid the piper."
A slow smile spread across Abigail's mouth as Mason started blushing. "I believe you're right Cybil," she agreed, " a deal is a deal."
Cybil couldn't help laughing as Mason squirmed while Abigail went right to work getting his jeans open and fishing him out.
"Damn boy!" Abigail breathed as she got his thick half hard cock into the open then engulfed it like a starving calf.
Mason turned toward her as much as he could, one hand on the steering wheel and one gripping the back of the seat. His eyes locked on Cybil's beaming face as a woman old enough to be his grandmother showed him what a real blow job was. Then groaned in awe as Abigail somehow got his cock down her throat and started humming. "Oh shit!" Mason breathed as he let his head fall back against the window and just let the sensation wash over him.
Cybil leaned around to look at Abigail's swollen throat, unable to believe her own eyes. There was no way she would ever fit Mason's fat cock down there like that. She had actually tried it a couple of times and failed.
For her part, Abigail pulled out all the tricks she had learned in her sixty years, drawing an infinity symbol in his pubes with the tip of her nose as she cupped his balls, stroking under them with two fingers to stimulate his perineum. She backed off for air only when she had to, then bore down again, time after time until she felt him swell and tense up. She took his first shot down her throat, but then pulled up and savored the rest as it pulsed into her mouth.
She gave Mason a satisfied grin when she finally sat up, then turned and took hold of Cybil's hair, drawing her in for a kiss and passing her the last of his cum. Mason just stared as the two woman got better acquainted, Abigail's left hand still gripping his cock as it tried to decide whether to finish going flaccid or not.
"He tastes good." Abigail breathed at Cybil as they slowly separate, at which Cybil grinned and nodded.
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Katey watched as Mason carried the last boxes from her room to put them with everyone else's stuff in the truck. She couldn't believe he was not only giving her the job in the kitchen she wanted, but was letting her live there and paying her more than she'd ever made before. No man had treated her the way Mason did. Starting with her father, an abusive drunk that she quickly learned to placate by staying in the kitchen where he thought she belonged. Oddly enough, instead of resenting this, she'd found she really loved to cook, and a good meal went a long way towards making the old bastard pass out each evening.
She'd worked hard to get through high school and moved out as soon as she got her first paycheck. But before Mason came along and took care of her tuition and loans, life had never really gotten any easier for her. She had some good female friends like Cybil, who had always stood up for her. But guys were another matter, she just couldn't seem to meet a decent one. The last had been the worst, she'd been so scared. Then Mason had been there and had fought for her. No man had ever fought for her before, and the thought of it both thrilled and confused her.
She didn't understand what she felt when Mason was around, couldn't figure out what he expected of her. Part of her was still waiting for him to show his true nature. She was afraid she might love him, afraid to even look at the idea, not again. She wanted him to tell her what to do with her life and show her that he approved. She remembered Cybil's birthday and riding both his tongue and his cock and wanted that too, but she wanted him to make her, and that was strange because she'd fought her whole life to keep men from taking her. But the idea of Mason doing it just did something to her.
With a sigh and a last look around, she ran to catch up with him.
