Mike & Karen Ch. 01

Karen smiled at them all, making them forget the raucous bar they were in. They were in their own microcosm, four best friends. They all held one another's hands, ignoring the churning wall of humanity around them.

"We're not trail-blazers, ladies, but we can proudly carry the torches other have passed on," she said, her voice carrying a wondrous tone that made them feel like revolutionaries. "Women like us can make sure that women of the future know --"

"S-A, T-U-R, D-A-Y ... NIGHT! S-A, T-U-R, D-A-Y ... NIGHT! S-A, T-U-R, D-A-Y ... night! S-A, T-U-R, D-A-Y ... night!"

Interrupted and drowned out by the sudden loud chanting, Karen paused and looked up at the throng, her eyebrow raised in annoyance. People were clapping and chanting along with someone on the karaoke stage.

"What the Hell is that racket?" she muttered.

"It's the Bay City Rollers, Kar, you know that," Mona replied. "Song's over ten years old. I guess we're going retro."

"Just as well," Karen sighed. "There's only so many times a girl can listen to Whitney Houston and Duran Duran in one night."

"Speak for yourself, princess," Janet laughed, standing up from her seat to clap in time with the crowd. "Some of us like staying current!"

"Gonna keep on dancin' to the
rock and roll
On Saturday night, Saturday night
Dancin' to the rhythm in our
heart and soul
On Saturday Night, Saturday night
I-eee-I-eee-I-eee-I, I just can't wait,
I-eee-I-eee-I-eee-I, I got a date

At the good ol' rock and roll road
show, I gotta go
Saturday night,
Saturday night
Gonna rock it up, roll it up
Do it all, have a ball,
Saturday night,
Saturday night
It's just a Saturday night
It's just a Saturday night
It's just a Saturday night!"

"Ohhhhh myyyyy God ..." Janet breathed, staring. "You guys have to see this!"

Lisa and Mona both stood immediately, to see what Janet was going on about. Karen glanced up at her companions for a moment before sighing and standing as well. It may have been undignified, but what good was said dignity if you stood out like a stubborn sore thumb?

Up on stage was quite possibly the largest man she'd ever seen, all muscles and unruly, golden blond hair. Ice-blue eyes flashed joyously out of the handsome face with the strong jaw. Stretched across his massive chest was a T-shirt with some absurd logo, a round red field with a stylized black predator cat head in the center. He was wearing tartan pants that could only have been described as a Buchannan tantrum.

Oh, dear Lord, he was wearing sandals with that outfit?

"Gonna dance with my baby till the
night is through
On Saturday night, Saturday night
Tell her all the little things I'm
gonna do
On Saturday night, Saturday night
I-eee-I-eee-I-eee-I, I love her so
I-eee-I-eee-I, I'm gonna let her know

At the good ol' rock and roll road
show, I gotta go
Saturday night,
Saturday night
Gonna rock it up, roll it up
Do it all, have a ball,
Saturday night,
Saturday night
It's just a Saturday night
It's just a Saturday night
It's just a Saturday night!"

"How is that tenor sound coming out of that body?" Mona mused in wonder.

"Godzilla's a tenor," Lisa pointed out. "And lookit how big he is."

"He can stomp my Tokyo any day ..." Janet breathed, gazing dreamily at the behemoth on stage. Karen gave her friends a wry look and then went back to staring at the specimen beyond the crowd.

"S-A, T-U-R, D-A-Y ... NIGHT! S-A, T-U-R, D-A-Y ... NIGHT!
S-A, T-U-R, D-A-Y ... NIGHT! S-A, T-U-R, D-A-Y ... NIGHT!
It's just a Saturday night
It's just a Saturday night,
It's just a Saturday night,
It's just a Saturday night!"

Karen could barely hear herself think over the cheering, not the least of which was emanating from her friends, who clapped enthusiastically. She looked at the hulking man onstage and had to objectively admit, he was rather enjoyable to stare at.

If it weren't for the damn pants ...

***

Alexa sighed and shook her head. "And you've been carrying on the proud tradition with the tartan pants ever since."

"Only on special occasions," Mike corrected, patting his massive thighs. "You have any idea how hard it is to find tartan pants that'll fit over these quads?"

"The mind doth boggle," Alexa said dryly before looking at her sister. "Mom had explained to me that was the reason you and I had our different last surnames. So, if there'd been other kids, they'd be Blackwells too?"

Karen nodded. "Granted, I tend to just think of us as Gordons because of mom. Did she tell you that you were free to choose to change your surname to Gordon after dad died?"

Alexa nodded. "Yeah, but I kept the Blackwell name, at least at the time. True, there are other Blackwell cousins and so on, but we're the only Gordon-Blackwell hybrids."

"Are you going to keep your name once you marry Alex?" Mike asked. "You're more than welcome to be a DeBourne, you know."

Alexa smiled at her nephew, now her fiancé. "We haven't really discussed it, to be honest. Things've been a tad awkward recently; it wasn't high on the discussion list. I'll probably hyphenate."

"Truth is, we didn't discuss it before you found out, either," Alex added. "We had no idea how we were gonna make it happen to begin with, so it would have just been a strictly academic or mental exercise at that point. You both consenting never figured into our reckoning."

"Well, that's understandable, at least," Karen agreed. "But we both support it now and we'll work it through the families, trust me. Even the Blackwells will come around."

"And we promise to try and keep from engaging in loud, jungle-monkey sex, for the sake of your sanity, at least for a while," Alexa giggled. Her sister and brother-in-law were being very understanding, and the least she and Alex could do was try not to give them eyebrow twitches. Alex had told her that Mike came around first and Karen soon after, once her husband had made up his mind. Karen was usually the executor of this tiny DeBourne clan, but when the chips were down, Michael's word was law, a benevolent tyranny he rarely exercised.

"Still don't know how you're going to sell it to the families," Alex sighed. "Shouldn't be too much of a hassle with the DeBournes; I remember you telling me how quickly they came around to supporting gay marriage once Uncle Josh came out."

"The Gordons will be a pushover compared to the Blackwells," Karen sighed. "That's going to be the tough one. But they need to be introduced to Alli anyway, so we'll handle both issues at once when I take her to Quebec City to meet the rest of her family."

"Everything mom ever told me made them sound really imperious and rigid," Alexa mentioned warily. "Will they really come around about it?"

" The younger generation should see reason first, and after that, the older generations will follow," Mike said cheerfully. "So as long as you two don't produce any kids with flippers on their heads, it will be fine."

"I'd be more worried about your propensity for tartan pants having skipped a generation and showing up in my children," Alexa muttered. "That'll get us excommunicated for sure."

"Now who's the curmudgeon?" Karen quipped. "I'll have you know he was wearing tartan pants the first time I let him take me."

"How about you keep telling us about how you met?" Alex interjected, hoping to leave the subject of his dad's pants behind.

"Sure, why not?" Karen said taking another sip of wine. "So there I was, stuck in that dinky little bar, surrounded by throngs of sweaty students cheering for this lumbering lunatic ..."

***

Karen watched as he left the stage, surrounded by friends who laughed and slapped him on the back, congratulating him as if he'd solved Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle. They escorted him over to a table, where a comically oversized mug of stout awaited him. The blond giant, still standing, tipped the mug back, drinking steadily while his friends and people at nearby tables chanted. Even Janet, on the other side of the room, was beginning to chant and clap in unison with the others, caught up in the moment.

He slammed the empty, oversized mug down on the table to roars of approval. Curiously, he didn't act like a jock, pumping his fists in the air and roaring like a woolly mammoth. He just smiled and nodded humbly before sliding in behind the table and beginning to talk with his friends. With the excitement over, people began to sit down again, while someone else stepped up onto the stage and began butchering a Whitney Houston number.

"D'you think his dick lives up to the promise of the rest of him?" Janet mused quietly, making Lisa and Mona giggle. Of the four of them, she was the most liberal with her sexuality. Mona was no virgin, but also unlikely to let sex distract her from her ambitions. Lisa was gay, and while she and Karen were not committed, Karen was her only sex partner at the moment. Janet, on the other hand ...

"If anyone can find out, so can you," Karen stated plainly, causing Janet to stick her tongue out at her.

"Fine," said the brunette. "You don't get to sit in on the findings report."

"And if he says no?" Karen asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, puh-lease," Janet replied, turning to face her friends and subtly tugging down on her blouse to expose a little more cleavage. "They never say no to these."

"What, you're just gonna walk up to him and whip one out, hope he latches onto it?" Lisa asked skeptically.

"Well, no," Janet replied, smiling wickedly over at the blond giant. "But before this week is out, I'll be in his bed and he'll be in me."

"That was sheer poetry ..." Karen muttered, drinking her beer.

***

Karen was walking across campus a few days later, her textbooks squashed to her ample chest. She wasn't wearing a bra beneath her thin T-shirt and the cool surface of the hardcover tomes gave her a tingle and made her nipples hard. It was a secret pleasure she allowed herself, when she was removed from the tedious family settings. Her jeans were snug, showing off her toned, dancer's behind and shapely legs. She wore her silken, bronze hair in a Dutch bob that fell just below her jawline. It was elegant, but still sassy fun. Plenty of men (and women) around campus were eager to know her in a physical way, but she was suitably selective about her casual encounters.

That's when she noticed Janet sitting under a tree, seemingly asleep. Karen walked over to her friend, who looked downright exhausted. Janet felt someone casting a shadow over her and opened her eyes slowly. She saw Karen standing there, book to her chest and raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Please don't make me stand up ..." the brunette mumbled.

"You okay?" Karen asked.

"Yes ... no ... well, yes ..." Janet said helpfully.

"You missed your calling, Miss Brontë, you should have gone into the Lit department," Karen said dryly.

"Oh, take off, princess," groused Janet. "I'm just sore. I had a rough night."

"Doubtless," Karen agreed. "Rumour has it that you were seen in the company of our Brobdanagian bard."

"And how," Janet sighed. "His name is Mike DeBourne, a transfer from Cambrian, and he's big all over, Karen. All over. He's the reason I can't walk very well at the moment."

"Want me to give you a hand?" Karen offered, bending and reaching out to help. "Or perhaps call you a hearse?"

"You're a laugh-riot ..." Janet grumbled, taking the hand and slowly hauling herself up, wincing. "Uhhhnnnnn, I'll never have sex again ..."

"I call bullshit," Karen said without hesitation.

"I meant that I'll never be able to have sex again," Janet corrected. "I think he wrecked my pussy for life."

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Karen asked somewhat sharply. She didn't play well with men who hurt women.

"No, no," Janet grunted, walking gingerly. "He was just even bigger than I expected, he's got a real Louisville Slugger between his legs. At least he knows how to use it and doesn't just hammer away like a steelworker, y'know?"

"I'm sure I don't," Karen replied airily. "So, you got in over your head?"

"Yyyyyyyup."

"But the sex was worth losing the ability to walk?"

"Oh, yeah."

"You don't expect me to believe that you'll ever have sex again, do you? I hope I don't look that stupid."

"It might be a little while," Janet admitted. "He was just the right amount of tender and rough. But he cracked me open like a lobster at a seafood buffet. My hips're gonna sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies for a week."

"Such pleasant imagery ..." Karen sighed, helping her friend limp back to the dorm.

***

Lisa moaned and bit at her knuckle, writhing and squirming as she lay on her left side. Kneeling between the redhead's legs and gently holding the right one up vertically, Karen was pressing close, their pussies squashed together as she undulated and ground rhythmically. Their pussylips mingled and slithered together wetly while their throbbing clits kissed. Karen sighed and nipped at the skin of Lisa's leg that she was holding onto.

"Oh God, right there ..." panted Lisa, moving in time with her lover. She'd only been with three women since coming to live on campus, but Karen was her regular sex partner, an arrangement that suited them both well. A single rock salt lamp in the corner gave the room a dim but warm glow, the perfect accent to their lovemaking. Scissored like this on Karen's plush bed, the girls fucked one another, locked in the kiss only women could share.

Karen was quite a bit taller than Lisa and leaned forward slightly, stretching her friend and making her gasp and groan. Lisa reached up her free hand and massaged one of Karen's full, silken breasts, pinching the nipple as she found it. The delicious sting sent shudders through the bronze-haired girl, making her wetter still. She loved casual sex with Lisa, who was now a devoted lesbian who was not currently interested in a committed relationship but just wanted pleasure. The arrangement worked for them both, the only agreement being that neither brought other partners to their room, at least, not without plenty of notice and the other's approval first.

"Mmmm, I love how your cunt feels on mine," purred Lisa, squeezing Karen's breast. "You know just what I need, Kar ..."

Keeping Lisa's legs spread wide, Karen turned her friend onto her back and leaned down close, so she could see into her hazel eyes. Her breasts flattened against her lover's and she squirmed them in circles, even while she ground her pussy into Lisa's. Their womanhoods made slippery, greedy sucking sounds as they fucked. Karen had to admit, she loved that sound more than just about anything.

"Gnnnn, you know that looking into your eyes makes me cum quickly," Lisa almost whined, her hands now coming to rest on Karen's toned ass and helping her to rock back and forth on top of her. "You make me so --"

She shut up as the patrician beauty kissed her deeply, sliding her tongue into Lisa's mouth. Tongues tangled hungrily, moans between locked lips filling the room. Both girls squirmed and ground, bodies damp with sweat from their exertions. Karen shuddered as her clit brushed over Lisa's again and again, even while their netherlips mingled, glistening with desire. Lisa's hands gripped her ass cheeks in fierce desire, pulling them apart and delivering a pleasant, stringing stretch she desired so.

"Kar!" gasped the redhead, stiffening and pressing up with her hips, crushing her pussy to her lover's. Karen pushed down with all her might, her body shaking as the tingles of orgasm blossomed through her, radiating from her core. Her cum slathered her lover below, bathing her in their sticky, mutual lust. Karen kissed her savagely, biting her lower lip and tugging on it. Lisa whimpered, shivering at her lover's display of dominance. It wasn't exactly a secret that they were lovers, and even something of a couple. Lisa wore a few affection marks around her body proudly.

They both collapsed into the bed, panting heavily. Their bodies were covered in red marks and welts from gripping one another so tightly, especially Lisa. She smiled and a tear glistened in her eye while a droplet of blood shone on her lip. Karen smiled and kissed the tear away, followed by the crimson droplet without hesitation. Their sticky pussies were still melded to one another, which suited the girls perfectly, like pieces of an erotic puzzle.

They kissed and caressed for some time after, the intimacy always following their lovemaking. Finally, Karen rolled off Lisa and they lay together in quiet contentment in the patrician girl's plush bed. Hands wandered lazily, roaming over familiar curves and crevasses. Lisa turned her head and smiled at her lover now.

"Janet recovered from her trauma yet?" she asked in amusement.

"That won't stop her from doing anything dumb again, if she hasn't," Karen mused.

"Helluva way to go," Lisa giggled.

"You know, for a lesbian, you're showing a considerable amount of fascination with that lummox's penis," Karen pointed out. "Anything you want to tell me?"

"You know full-well I love being penetrated, at least by girls" answered Lisa. "I didn't stop loving it just because you made me realize I'm a lesbian. But if Janet's right, his dick is even bigger than the strap-ons we use. That's a fascinating and scary prospect, don't you think?"

"I tend to devote no thought to things that don't hold my interest," Karen sniffed.

"Oh, now I know you're fibbing, queenie," Lisa teased. "You've got the scariest sex drive of any woman I know, and you must be at least somewhat curious about what that monster'd feel like."

"That sure, are you, Doctor Freud?" asked the bronze-haired girl pointedly.

Lisa shrugged cheerfully. "You don't have to admit to anything. You've got the biggest id-cock of anyone I know, possibly bigger than his actual cock. It's difficult to imagine that a showdown isn't imminent."

"Meaning?"

"This campus is barely big enough for him; I doubt it's big enough for the two of you," Lisa drawled casually, stretching out and wiggling her breasts at Karen.

To that statement, Karen made no answer.

***

"What ever happened to Lisa, Mona and Janet?" Alexa sighed, trying to keep the moan out of her voice as Alex massaged her feet to the point of near-incoherent bliss. She'd have to thoroughly thank him once they'd gone to bed.

"You'll meet them some time in the future, but none of them live in the area anymore," her sister said simply, taking another sip of her wine. "Mona's working at an animation studio in BC, Janet's in Calgary, and believe it or not, Lisa is married somewhere in Idaho."

"You sound like Fre," Alexa snickered. "She can't keep from giving detailed accounts about absolutely everything. Although she's fun to listen to, so I don't complain."

"Never look a gift whore in the mouth," Karen said blithely.

"So, you totally wrecked one of mom's friends before you got together with mom," Alex iterated, smirking at his dad.

"I'll have you know I pulled down a gaggle of ass before I got together with your mother," Mike sniffed.

"You still do, I might point out, and mostly thanks to me," Karen chided.

"And I can't believe my dad just used the term 'gaggle of ass,'" Alex muttered. "Serves me right for asking, I suppose."

"It does," his parents said in unison.

"So, what happened next?" Alexa queried.

"Well, true to form, Janet didn't learn her lesson ..." Michael began.

***

Janet grunted and bit her lip, trying to not groan so loudly that the whole campus would hear her. She gripped the back of the bench fiercely, her body trembling from unreal pleasure. Towering behind her, the blond behemoth gripped her hips tightly as his hips smacked into her ass and his cock drove deep inside her, like nothing she'd ever felt before. Even with the condom on, it was quite beyond anything she'd ever experienced. The central space of the hedge maze echoed with the slaps of skin-on-skin.