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A Swarm Cycle Story Chapter 2 of 9.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Ye Olde Pickup Place
Part: 2 of 9
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: Some unguarded words at a favorite watering hole lead to some long-
term relationships.

Keywords: ScFi BBW MF MFF MMF/F D/s oral anal ir rom

Ye Olde Pickup Place

Chapter 2

Beatrice:

	I couldn't show my face at Ron's table that night.  I went off and
worked another room.  Sis would change her radio to Channel Four and let me
hear every run-in she had with Ron -- and I nearly dropped a plate a couple
of times!  She did and said things I hadn't even THOUGHT of doing!  She would
let me know how things were going from a distance, too -- apparently Ron's
friends gave him a lot of grief after that time she basically offered us BOTH
up.

	Would I share a man with Sis?  Oh, HELL yeah!  Still, I wondered what
Ron would think of me if he saw Alan.  Coming out of high school Sis had a
weakness for black guys and one wooed her and sucked her into his little
crowd of homeys -- and SOMEBODY in that group was Alan's father.  Naturally,
he dumped her once she got good and huge and it was too late to abort Alan...
Sis says that she's embarrassed about it, but she had a great time and sowed
her wild oats.  Actually, I guess she got sown...  Either way, she said there
was nothing wrong with two or three cocks and she had no problem partying
with more than one guy -- the problem seemed to be collecting the first one.
As for me, I figured that one would probably be enough; it was WAY more than
I was getting!

	Ron stayed away for over a week, and I feared that Sis had leaned on
him too hard.  Eventually, though, he came in on a Monday night.  He knew
which booths I serviced and made sure he was settled into one -- Cheryl, the
hostess knew him well by then.  I crept up and diffidently settled one knee
on the bench across from him and tried to raise my eyes to his.  "Good e'en,
milord."

	"Good e'en Beatrice.  How art thou?"

	"I am well, milord."

	"Thou lookest it.  Thine elder sister made a point of extolling your
many fine qualities the other evening," Ron said quietly.

	"She got carried away, methinks," I replied.  I could NOT meet his
gaze!

	"Did she, then?" He reached out and tilted up my chin.  "I had been
making an effort at propriety, I thought -- but it may have merely cowardice.
What dost thou when thou art out and about?  When art thou free of thine
duties?"

	My heart thudded in my chest and I could barely breathe!  He was
asking me out -- and my mind was a blank!  I had no answers for his
questions!  "I--I..."

	Ron cocked his head.  "Were we both wrong, then?"

	"Nay!" I yelped.  "I just...  I'm atwitter, milord.  Let me think..."

	He let go of my chin and said, "Think, then, whilst you draw me an
ale.  You know my preference."

	"Milord."  I genuflected and nearly killed myself and three others
staggering from the room!  I snatched my cell phone out of my pocket and hit
the speed-dial.  "Sis!  He's here!  He's asking me for a date!  What do I
say?"

	Bridgette laughed at me, "You say YES, Silly!"

	"I know, but when?"

	"Oh."  We worked nights -- usually until ten-thirty, Sunday through
Thursday, and until well after midnight Friday and Saturday.  If one of us
was on, the other was at home, watching Alan.  When, except in the daytime,
did I have the freedom to date?  "We'll just have to pop for a babysitter,
Sis," Bridgette sighed.  "We can't let Alan come between you and your love
life."

	"Sooo..."

	"Do what you have to, Sis.  We'll figure something out."

	I took a breath and calmed the flutters and collected Ron's ale.  As
I set it before him, I settled onto the bench across from him -- and again I
couldn't meet his eyes.  "Milord, I work nights, as thou art aware.  On
nights when I do not work, my sister Bridgette generally does -- and I watch
over her son."

	"So there is no moment of convenience?" Ron said softly.  "Or
mayhap..."

	"No!"  Desperately, I reached out to cover his hands with mine.  "We
merely need plan, so I can make other arrangements!"

	"Perhaps during the day on the weekend..." Ron mused.

	I shook like a leaf!  Wait until Saturday?  IMPOSSIBLE!  I raised my
eyes to his and whispered, "Now that the moment is upon us, I cannot wait,
milord!"

	Why did he look as scared as me?  He swallowed and asked, "Tomorrow,
then?"

	I rubbed my face, in an agony of fear and embarrassment.  Would he
think I was toying with him?  "I cannot -- I must be here."

	"Wednesday, then?"

	"I will discuss it with my sister and make arrangements!" I agreed,
nodding like the giddy thing I was!

	"Very well, then.  Let me know..."

	"Give me your phone!"  The words just burst from me!  Ron looked
surprised, but reached into his pocket.  I snatched it from his hand and
input my number.  "Call me!"

	"I certainly will!"

	I got up and ran off, thoroughly embarrassed.  I'd all but attacked
him!  It took me five minutes to realize that I must return to his presence
to take his food order!  I crept back, biting my lip.  "Thou must think me
terribly forward..."

	Ron regarded me earnestly.  "Thinkest thou that mine own anticipation
is less than yours?  That I sit here, sweating and shaking and suffering from
heart palpitations for no reason?  Lass, Lass..."  He dropped a clammy hand
over mine.  "Thou hast no idea what the mere sight of you dost to me."  I
looked into his eyes and this wave washed over me, giving me goosebumps -- I
think I actually had a small orgasm!  I KNOW I soaked my panties!

	We were like that for a moment before I managed to gather myself and
ask, "What dost thou desire... to eat, milord?"

	"I've no idea," he gusted.  "Food has not been on my mind."  Slowly,
we returned to the mundane, after a fashion, and he put together a food
order.  It was so hard to leave the table!

Ronald:

	That Monday night was a rollercoaster.  Fear warred with excitement,
and surprise with dread anticipation!  I KNEW she was going to laugh at me
and I KNEW she didn't REALLY want to date and I KNEW she was letting me down
easy -- then suddenly I KNEW her phone number!  I shook and sweated and you'd
have thought I was asking her to a high school mixer or something!  I hung
out most of the evening, and drank too much beer -- but she came back to me
again and again, and her face -- normally a happy one, anyway -- just shone!
I basked in it.  Things started getting late and she came to me and placed my
tab on the table and said, "I'm to go on break now, milord.  Sylvie will cash
you out."

	"Make sure she gives you your tip!" I admonished.

	"I shall, lord!"  She grinned and swayed off.

	Sylvie came to collect and it seemed to me that she took her time,
the bitch.  What Chet saw in her I couldn't fathom.  She was all business to
anyone I ever saw her deal with -- and snippy, at that, sometimes!

	I headed outside -- and I was WAY over my limit!  As I came around
the corner where the waitresses tended to cluster at the kitchen door, I
tripped over something invisible and barely recovered.  Beatrice was on me
before I could blink.  "You can't drive!  I won't allow it!"

	I cocked my head.  "So you're in charge, now?  Already?"

	Beatrice looked flustered.  "I'd just die if you..."

	Liquid courage allowed me to reach out and gather her into my arms
and lean in and start sucking her neck.  Beatrice went, "Ooooooohhhhh!" and
molded herself to me.

	Frankly, I'm not real sure how long we stood like that.  I know she
smelled good and felt good and tasted good and the sounds she was making said
I was welcome wherever I went!  It was dark, and I was too close to her to
see anything, anyway!  I remember some giggling in the background -- but it
didn't seem to pertain to me at the time.  Finally, she threw herself
backward and husked, "Give me your car keys!"  I didn't think about it -- I
fished them out.  "Now take me to your car..."  I led her to it.  "Get in the
passenger side -- I'm driving."  Yeah, okay, no problem...  "Now wait here
while I go clock out.  Don't go anywhere!"  Where was I going?  She had my
car keys...

	I sat there wondering if the source of my intoxication was beer or
Beatrice -- and decided it was both!  As long as she was coming back, I was
content to wait -- necking with Beatrice was the best thing I'd done in
months!  I may have drifted some -- the next thing I remember is her getting
into the driver's seat and apologizing for taking so long.

	"Where do you live?" she asked.  I pointed vaguely and she said,
"Never mind."  I started pawing on her and she said, "Don't distract me --
there will be plenty of time for that, later."  Ten minutes later, we were in
the parking lot of an apartment complex and Beatrice was opening her door.
"Come on, Baby, let's get you inside..."

	"Where are we?"

	"Our place."

	I took her hand and let her lead me, paying more attention to her and
my grip than where we were going.  I was in her hands, anyway, and had been
for some time.  Beatrice threw open the door and Bridgette was standing there
in a flannel nightie.  "What's up?" Bridgette asked.

	"We were carrying on and I let him get too drunk to drive -- and when
I went out to stop him, well...  let's just say I couldn't stop myself..."
Beatrice related.

	"Drinking isn't big with me," I managed.  "I bet I wouldn't drink
if..."  From the Mona Lisa smiles on their faces, I didn't have to finish the
statement.

	"I'll leave you two alone," Bridgette murmured and headed off.

	The next thing I knew, we were in a bedroom and Beatrice was hauling
on my golf shirt.  I put up a finger and she backed off and I threw it over
my head and reached for my belt.  She shifted to picking at the laces of her
bodice and muttered, "It's okay if we don't do it tonight..."

	"Shut up."  I grabbed her and pulled her to me to take the sting out
of it.  We started kissing and I let go of her so she could defeat the
elastic neckline of her dress, but our lips stayed melded together.  At that
point, she directed my hands and I had tits and nipples and my cock was solid
steel and there wasn't any performance anxiety in me at all!  This massive
surge of adrenaline hit and I was sober -- or effectively so!  She resumed
fighting with the laces of her bodice off and on, but there was a lot of
gasping and moaning and groping going on and it took a while.  I stood there
with my pants hanging halfway to my knees, but for the longest time,
undressing was just too much trouble and took a back seat to kissing and
feeling the available skin.

	Finally, though, the bodice went flying and she lurched back and the
dress went over her head behind it, leaving her in wet panties and sandals.
That made it my turn, and I nearly shredded my underwear getting it off and
my shoes and socks removed.  Her panties disappeared while I was distracted,
so I lunged into her, knocking us both onto her bed, and started crawling all
over her lush body.  I immersed myself in her -- lips, neck, ears, chest,
nipples, every square millimeter of her breasts... I shifted from target to
target randomly, and when her lips weren't engaged, she moaned a lot.
Actually, she moaned into my mouth a lot, too, now that I think about it...
My hands were busy where my lips weren't, to include targets lower on her
body, like her ass, which I kneaded handfuls of.  I left her pussy alone
initially, but after a while, she started undulating and I realized we were
dry-humping -- except it wasn't dry!  She was soaked and I was drippy and
things were plenty slick!  She was panting and I was panting and I sucked in
a nipple and she sucked in a gasp and my cock snagged on her opening and
instinct drove me home, deep into her hot, tight, wet center!  Beatrice gave
a little screech and her arms and legs clamped down on me and I raised up to
apologize, but when I saw her eyes roll up in her head, I realized that it
was totally unnecessary...

	What followed was more like bronco-busting than fucking!  To date,
I'd been used to girls that just laid there and took it -- and stiffened up a
little or rocked and rolled while they either had an orgasm or at least
pretended to.  Beatrice was generally at her quietest during an orgasm --
quivering and shaking and giving out little whines while her pussy clamped
down on my cock and rippled.  Otherwise, she was doing fifty percent of the
work from underneath me, humping herself up to meet my thrusts and riding
them down, rolling her pussy down as I withdrew.  She was amazing!  I lasted
maybe thirty seconds before howling and pumping a load into her, then kept
going for two or three minutes before one of her orgasms milked me a second
time -- and then succumbed to her urgency and went fifteen minutes or so
before blasting little wigglers into her a THIRD time!  At that point, we
were BOTH gone, and my adrenaline rush deserted me.  I crashed and burned in
place, right there on top of her.

	About three-thirty in the morning, I struggled up and managed to find
the bathroom, then return to my start point.  I puzzled out Beatrice's alarm
clock and set it for six-thirty, crawled half-atop her, and went back to
sleep until it went off.

	"What the fuck?" Beatrice whined at the clock's noise.

	"Sorry -- I have to go to work!"  I killed the clock and piled out of
bed and started throwing on my things, planning to shower and shave and
change at my place.

	Beatrice gave a little whine and rubbed her eyes and said, "Want some
coffee or anything?"

	"I don't have time!" I told her, "I slept in until the last minute.
You go back to sleep.  Wednesday, right?  I'll call you!"  I dashed out of
there.  In retrospect, I was totally heedless of how that all looked...

Beatrice:

	Sis wandered in that morning while I was still trying to get my head
on straight.  Ron was long gone -- well, five or ten minutes' worth, anyway.
"He's gone, huh?"

	"Yeah."

	"How was it?"

	"Awesome!"

	"It looked like it!"

	"Sis!" I gasped, "You WATCHED?"

	Bridgette grinned at me, "Only as long as I could stand it.  Then I
went back to my room -- and I think I broke my new hundred thirty dollar
vibrator!"  She shook her head.  "So how did you get here?"

	"It just happened," I sighed.  "After we made a date -- for Wednesday
-- he hung out.  I kept going back to him, and he didn't leave.  To have a
reason to stay, he kept drinking -- and he got too drunk to drive.  I went on
break and he came staggering out and I had this vision of him getting killed
on the road before we ever..."

	"Had sex?" Sis supplied.

	"Yeah."  I sighed.  "So I went out to stop him and he suddenly
grabbed me and...  Have you ever had an orgasm standing up?"

	"What?"

	"He put his lips on my neck and his hands started roaming and it just
hit me in waves!  I got chills and goosebumps and he was holding me up, right
there in the parking lot and we kissed and made fools of ourselves, right
there in front of the girls on break!"  I drew a shuddering breath, just
remembering, then went on, "After a while we broke and I made him give me his
car keys and get in his car and I went and clocked out.  He was like a little
boy -- no problems, no arguments, he gave me his keys and waited patiently
for me.  I thought about taking him home, but that seemed complicated, and he
wasn't all there, it seemed like, so I brought him here."

	Sis nodded.  "He seemed pretty docile when you came in."

	"He wasn't after we hit the bedroom!" I retorted.  "I was telling him
that we didn't have to do anything if he was too drunk, and suddenly he had
six arms and three heads and they were all working just fine and I was NOT in
charge!  Just getting my dirndl off was a trial!  The next thing I knew, we
were naked and I was on my back and WHAMMO!  He was in me and we were going
nuts!"

	"And you hated it, I know!" Sis cackled.

	"Yeah, well, he took off pretty quick this morning!" I replied,
worried.  "I mean, it didn't sound all that good."

	Sis pursed her lips.  "I think you're borrowing trouble.  See if he
calls you."

	"Today?  Tomorrow?  Do I call him?"

	"Can you?" Sis raised an eyebrow.

	"No."  Stupid me -- I forgot to get his number!

	Sis smiled crookedly.  "How many times did you cum?"

	"I don't know -- I wasn't counting!" I retorted, "Lots!"

	"I'm not surprised," Sis replied, grinning, "He was packing!
Reminded me of the good old days!"

	"Except he wasn't black!" I carped.

	"Don't be nasty," Sis replied mildly.  "I bet he had eight inches --
and he CERTAINLY had the will to use it!  You had a serious creampie bubbling
out of you after a couple of minutes, too!"

	"Sis!"  I was shocked!

	"Well, you did!"

	"I can't believe you stood there watching!"

	"I don't see how I could have avoided it!" Sis replied.  "The
sounds...  They just drew me in!  You two were going at it like a pair of
wild weasels!"

	"Yeah, well..."  I was STILL scandalized.

	Sis eyed me sidelong.  "Will you share?"

	"That's up to him, I think."

	"I bet he can do it."

	"Do what?"

	"Take us."

	"Sis, I am NOT going to bother him about his CAP score!"

	"I didn't say you should!" Sis retorted defensively, "but I bet he's
got one and I bet if he gets picked up..."

	"Just leave it, Sis," I sighed.  "Those things have stayed away, and
if Ron only has a five I'm okay with that."

	"But he doesn't," Sis insisted.  "Mark my words!"

Ronald:

	I was useless at work on Tuesday -- fortunately, things were slack
and no one noticed.  I was a year out of the Army, having done four
relatively peaceful years war-gaming defenses against the Swarm, and had
gotten a job on post as a civilian employee, wangled with my veteran's
preference.  I spent a lot of time inspecting the training areas after units
went through a training cycle in them, but that wouldn't get really hot until
Thursday, when units would re-deploy back to garrison and clean up for the
weekend -- at which point, they wouldn't clear unless they passed inspection.
That night, I went home and walked the floor, waiting until I figured
Beatrice was home from work.  I dialed the phone a little after eleven...

Beatrice:

	Okay, I don't have to tell you what I was thinking, do I?  Maybe
you're a guy, so I'd better spell it out, since Ron OBVIOUSLY didn't know...

	When a guy runs out the door in the morning and yells, "I'll call
you!" over his shoulder, he isn't going to call -- EVER!  As Tuesday went on,
the fact that THIS time was going to be like EVERY OTHER time became clearer
and clearer to me.  I went off to work that afternoon depressed -- and the
fact that Ron didn't show up there just added to things.  By the time I got
home, I was prepared to bawl at the least little thing, and Sis was walking
on eggshells trying to avoid the subject and postpone the meltdown, at least!
Then the phone rang...

Ronald:

	So I said, "Beatrice?" and I got this weak, "Yes?"  So I said, "Hey,
it's Ron.  Have you thought about where you want to go tomorrow night?"

	And I get, "Ron?  Whydidn't you CAAAALLLme, Iwassoworriedand I
thought BOO HOO HOOO!!!"  And I'm standing there listening to her bawl her
eyes out and I had no idea what she said at the start and no idea why she was
upset!

	So I ventured, "Beatrice?  What's wrong, Honey?  Did something
happen?"  And all I got was hysterics!  I tried a couple more times and
didn't do any better, then finally I hear, "Give me that!  Who is this?
Ron?"

	"Yeah.  What's wrong?  Bridgette?"

	"Yeah.  What did you say to her?"

	"I asked her where she wanted to go tomorrow night...  What's going
on?  Did somebody die or something?"

	"No.  Why did you wait so long?" Bridgette demanded.

	"Well, I figured I wouldn't bother her until she got home from
work..."

	So Bridgette starts laughing and I'm thinking, 'What the fuck?'  "You
want to tell me what is going on?"

	Bridgette comes back with, "Ron, I know you think you were being
courteous, but it's like this -- you went running out the door yelling over
your shoulder that you would call..."

	"Yeah," I agreed, "I was late!"

	"Ron, I'm a big girl.  Beatrice is a big girl.  How many times do you
think we've heard that line?  How many times did the guy call?"

	"Oh."  It all kind of soaked in.  "Shit.  Why isn't she happy?"

	"She is, Ron -- but she's been building up a case of hysterics all
day, you know?  You were her prince and you went and practiced the four 'F's
on her...  She hasn't turned the corner yet, you know?  She'll get there, but
you're STILL in trouble for putting her through hoops!"

	"B-but..." I sputtered.

	"Yeah, I know -- you're male and you didn't know any better,"
Bridgette snorted.

	"What do I do?"

	"Can you come over?  She'll want to beat on you and yell at you for
about ten seconds, then she's gonna want some more of that good lovin' you
put out..."

	"Yeah, shit, I can do that..."  Nothing makes you hungry for sex like
just having had a dose and remembering how damned good it is.  I was ALL
charged up!  "I'll be right over.  I'm not sure of the address..."  Bridgette
gave it to me and I hopped in my car and went to see my woman.


	True to Bridgette's prediction, Beatrice yapped at me about scaring
her and bashed me on the shoulder a couple of times, but the next thing I
knew she was squirming in my arms and I was fencing with her tongue.  We were
crawling all over each other on the couch when Bridgette said, "Ron?  Can you
take her to your place?  I don't think I can stand listening to you again two
nights in a row..."

	Caught short, I muttered, "I'm, uh, not set up for visitors..."

	Bridgette gave me a look and said, "You live-in wouldn't like it?"

	I went "Huh?  No, the place is just a mess, that's all."

	"I won't look," Beatrice promised.

	I shrugged.  "Okay, follow me..."  We headed for our cars.

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