The sun rose on another fine Sunday on Monica's farm. The early morning light filtered into Drew's room and illuminated his bed, full of beautiful, naked, sweaty, sexy people; his people. He loved them all.
There was Linda, his crazy little cousin, Linda. She and Drew had been a part of each others lives as long as either of them could remember. They hid and touched one another as kids, stole away and made out as teenagers, danced and partied and made love as young adults.
Drew had tried to push Linda away, so many times. He ran away from her, rejected her and broke her little heart time and again, but she kept coming back for more. Once she finally caught him, she'd wrapped his heart up so tight that he never wanted to let her go. That was exactly what was about to happen, though. Drew was going to have to let her go, with Ryan, upon whose shoulder she rested.
Ryan was the coolest guy Drew had ever met. Ryan was smart, talented, funny, charming, witty; he had it all. Drew loved him too. Drew loved him too much, or so it seemed. He had never loved another guy the way he loved Ryan and it made him uncomfortable, at least in the beginning. Drew was growing accustomed to it, some what, by that point. He still feared that his feelings could grow even deeper, that he might fall in love with Ryan in some romantic way, and that would prove he was gay. That troubled him. Having sex with Ryan, in that age of free love didn't bother Drew. As a matter of fact, looking upon him, in that dim light, Drew felt very attracted to him. He looked at Ryan's naked body, at his half-hard cock, and he wanted him.
Drew felt Mae began to stir. She lay with her head on Drew's stomach. As she writhed about her long black hair tickled him and he had to gather it up in his hand. She wiggled up, kissed his cheek and fell back to sleep on his shoulder. Drew loved that one too. He was most definitely falling in love with her. She was the most fascinating creature Drew had ever known. She was every bit as witty and clever as Ryan and she had a certain wisdom about her. She was intuitive and seemed to understand things on a deeper level than the rest of them and could express her thoughts so concisely.
Mae constantly amazed Drew. She had a delicate beauty about her and at the same time she could be bold and brash. She told him time and time again that she was in love with him and she knew he was in love with her. She was right, of course. She told him that he should come away with her when she left for San Francisco in the following month. He wanted to, so badly, but he didn't think he could.
They all had a leisurely Sunday, and a mellow Sunday night. Monica's model, Janet had left, but Heather stayed on, more as a plaything of Monica's than a model, at that point. So it was the six of them. Ryan and Mae, Linda and Drew, Monica and her newest girlfriend, Heather.
They all spent the evening in the parlor, with Ryan playing his guitar as Drew accompanied him on harmonica and supplied harmony to his vocals. Ryan played so well. He was one of the finest guitarists Drew had ever known and absolutely the best singer with whom he'd ever harmonized. It would be hard to say if it was Ryan's talent or just a natural phenomenon that caused their voices to fall into that wonderful, close harmony. It was thrilling for the both of them and a joy to those who had the pleasure to hear them sing together.
Mae was teaching Linda needle point. They sat quietly together on a sofa, working on their craft, while Ryan and Drew played and sang, and Monica played young Heather like a fine instrument, in the love seat.
It was always a pleasure to watch Monica make love. It was just one of her many talents. Drew loved looking at the faces of her lovers as Monica graced their flesh with the delicate touch of her fingers and passed her lips over their skin. Heather's pretty face was especially gorgeous as she became enraptured by Monica's skills. Monica was a virtuoso. It was truly inspiring. It did indeed inspire Ryan and Drew to take their music to a higher level that night.
As Monica and Heather began to kiss and caress one another, their passion grew until Drew thought they might undress each other and get it on right there on the love seat. After a few minutes though, Monica snatched her lover up and whisked her off to bed. Drew would have given anything to have joined them. It seemed that everyone else in the room felt the same way.
The inspiration was not entirely musical and they all soon felt the need to go to bed. It seemed quite natural that night for Drew to take Mae into his bed and suffer the slings and arrows of sweet sorrow as he watched his little Linda go off to bed with Ryan.
Mae took Drew's mind off them, and everything else, with just a kiss. Mae's kisses were spectacular, often starting so tenderly, with the soft brush of her lips; a slight flicker of her tongue and rapidly escalating into a ravenous feasting upon his mouth.
Mae and Drew gathered themselves, tenderly undressed one another, nearly trembling with anticipation and moved to the bed. They slid between the sheets and started afresh; with the brushing of the lips, the flickering of tongues, and soon it was accompanied by the softest caresses and gentle stroking.
Mae's porcelain skin shimmered in the candle light and her dark eyes sparkled, she had never seemed so lovely. Drew pulled her close and felt her small breasts against his chest. He wondered if she could feel his heart pounding. He felt her slender fingers wrap around his cock and pull him toward her. He moved above her and she guided him home.
Drew slipped effortlessly into her warm, wet niche. Her little poontang was already snug, but she squeezed it even tighter with the muscles of her cunt. Mae was a talented lover. She could sense when he was about to cum and rake her heels across the small of his back, or dig her fingernails into him, or plunge a finger into his asshole at just the right the instant to turn an oozing gush of cum into a spewing torrent. He was overcome by her passion that night and lasted barely a minute before he was blowing his load deep inside his gorgeous little lover.
Mae didn't let him slow down for an instant. She buried her fingertips into the cheeks of his ass and kept him humping at a steady pace. Drew never missed a beat as he shot his wad. His dick stayed hard and he kept up the pace. Her pussy was hot and sloppy with his cum as she squeezed his dick and moaned, "Oh yeah, that's it Lover! Fuck me!" And he did. He stroked her with renewed vigor, while she grunted her little feral animal sounds and panted in his ear.
Mae soon began to shiver and shake, as she began to cum, but Drew was far from done. He kept up his pace as Mae started to relax. Moments later he shot another load into her. "Damn," she muttered.
Drew rolled over on his back and held her close to him. It was another of those hot summer nights, their skin felt a thousand degrees, but he didn't want to let go of her, but he slowly loosened his grip and she rolled beside him.
Drew's mind drifted to the bed in the next room and he thought of Linda; and Ryan crossed my mind. Just then Mae squeezed his dick and whispered, "Do you love me or what?"
"Of course I do."
