Unemployment Benefits, Part II

Thursday had become my usual day off during the week. Saturday was my other day off, and these had also become my usual days for an early dinner or late lunch with the girls, as they insisted I call them. That Thursday, Lindsey and Belinda were supremely irritated with each other, sniping at each other four times in three minutes once they arrived at my table, and shortly after Lindsey went to use the facilities, Belinda said, ?Sorry about that. She?s been riding my ass all day, and not in the good way.??Have a fight??She glared angrily, looked me closely in the eye, seemed to think better of something, and said, ?Never mind. She should just suck my cunny and apologize.?I blinked at that, but Lindsey sat down before I could follow up on the line of questioning that opened and said grimly, ?Fuck, I hate being on the rag.?Belinda smiled sadly, ?You and me both.??Doesn?t help you?re such a stubborn bitch.??Says Queen Bitch of the North.??Suck my cunt.??You wish.?They glared at each other for a few seconds and then fell apart cackling. After matters settled down, Belinda said, ?Wanna see a movie???I hate paying for theaters.??At our place.??Oh! Okay? what is it???Old British comedy.??Okay. When???When are you free???Any time, I think.??Really? Are you sure???I can make arrangements.??We wouldn?t want to cause any problems for you.??No problems, no.??Good, How about tomorrow, assuming we?re not so under the monthly weather???I?m free, yes.?Lindsey smiled and muttered something about the hot teacher needed to study, and I said, ?What was that???Didn?t wanna catch you when you need to study.??Uh huh.?We laughed and Belinda said, ?So tell us all about the erotics of pedagogy.??There is no such thing. School sucks, but not in a good way.?They pursued the topic a couple more minutes, but I was not to be drawn out about a silly crush that had faded two months before, and after that, we met for movies and dinner twice a week for the next few months. The whole time I was falling ever deeper in love with both of them, torn between retaining our friendship and ruining it by declaring my desire for either of them, whichever swung her breasts in my direction most recently, and realized I?d simply be shot out of the saddle in either case.My nights devolved into fevered releases at the latest square inch of skin in the chest area, or the latest tantalizing curve glimpsed around the hip, followed by despair at wasting away pining for them while wasting my seed, and above all, wondering whether they even liked men and despairing that they didn?t. Sexually they talked long and loudly and revealed nothing, and often I flooded my hand to thoughts of them together, then was bedeviled wondering whether they would take the fantasies as their daily bread or as an unspeakably vile imposition.In any case, they enjoyed my company?sometimes, it seemed, more than they liked each other. ?Yeah, suck my cunny,? Belinda repeatedly said angrily to Lindsey, who would respond with something angry in Chinese, and then noticing me they would remember their manners and be nice to me and, usually, each other, as if in a passing irritation and nothing more. When they weren?t looking at me, I devoured their forms with my eyes, occasionally blushing when I caught the other watching me pensively. Some nights I felt as if Lindsey were ripe to fall into my arms, other nights Belinda, and still other nights neither.I felt pulled this way and that and then abandoned; my dreams were filled with erotic scenes with Belinda as Lindsey scowled above us, or Lindsey as Belinda stormed around in anger, but most of the time I dreamed they danced together away into the distance as I sat there lost and alone. They?re grown women, I thought, and experienced. They know what you?re doing. You mean so little to them they don?t even care about your trivial feelings. They think you?re a clever child, so they keep you around. Forget your lust and just enjoy their company. Then I knew again it wasn?t just lust; I was falling deeply in love with each of them, and it tore me to pieces.One night about three months after our friendship picked up real steam, we were celebrating Belinda?s promotion to upstairs, which among other things meant they could take annual leave together without worrying about coverage in housewares. Lindsey had been bitching all evening about the incompetent little soft-brained thing that had replaced Belinda, muttering stuff about, ?Has the sense nature gave a headless chicken, only clumsier.?And Belinda growled, ?Shut up, that brainless lass will let us go vacay together,? and their rancor escalated briefly and then simmered. Eventually, I was sitting on the floor between them, irritated rather than entertained this time by their never-relenting bitchiness as they cracked wise at the movie on the screen and each other at the same time.I finally said, ?Hey hey now, Attack of the Crab Monsters is a modern classic. Stop spoiling it.?Belinda swatted Lindsey very loudly and said, ?Yeah, stop it.??Eat my cunt.?I muttered loudly enough to make sure they heard me, ??You wish.??And Belinda said, ?Huh???Broken record, you two. God, when you two get on the rag, you?re as mean as you are unimaginative.?They laughed and Lindsey said, ?Yeah, you?re right.?Belinda added in mock surprise, ?For once in your life!?Lindsey stood. ?I?d say such a strange event calls for another bottle of wine.??Yes, you need to get very drunk with the girls and wake up with a horrible hangover.?We watched the last twenty minutes of the movie as they plied me with wine and then we started singing very badly and finally all three fell asleep in the living room.I woke up in the early dawn to see the two curled up together on the couch, Lindsey?s arms around Belinda as they snored, their legs intertwined like lovers. Lindsey?s face was buried bursa escort in Belinda?s neck, and I remembered them singing love songs to each other in drunken abandon before I passed out, very affectionately and seemingly with years of practice, and suddenly felt bereft. Belinda and Lindsey were clearly never a possibility. I stood up and went to wash my face with water cold enough to start an ice cream headache to draw attention away from the dull pain in my head matching the emptiness in my chest, and I cleaned up the bottles and glasses as coffee brewed.I was sitting at the kitchen table feeling even more deeply the weird sense of loss of two women I?d never had when Belinda staggered in thirty minutes later. ?Good, I was afraid you?d left your shoes and walked home. You weren?t that drunk, I hoped.??No. Coffee?s made.??I know. I followed the scent. God, my poor head.??And you two have work today, right???God, don?t remind me. Not much time, either. We?ll have to shower together to make it on time, and she?s such a bitch in the mornings, especially with a hangover.?Lindsey walked in and said, ?Don?t listen to her. She?s just wretched when she?s hungover.??Let me finish this cup and I?ll let you go.??Thanks. We?re gonna have a bitch of a day.??Yeah, plying us with wine on a weeknight. You?re not nice.?I chuckled and said, ?Indeed.?I soon left as they staggered back to the bathroom, and Belinda called out, ?Come over tomorrow night. We promise we?ll be better company.?The next night I walked over to their house. By this time they had given me permission to take a short-cut through the alleyway and their backyard, though only after Belinda had tested me to make sure I would avoid her plants. As I passed their living room window, I knocked and they opened the door as I stepped onto the porch. ?Getting cold,? I said, and they smiled and invited me in.They each embraced me quickly and Lindsey said, ?Come into the dining room. Dinner is ready. Nothing special, but the movie is a crapfest extraordinaire.??Ooh!?As we sat, Lindsey said, ?We?re sorry for being such raging assholes around you. I slapped Belinda around like a fucking beach ball until she agreed to cut it out.? Belinda?s loud swat made Lindsey shout, ?Shit, that hurt!?Belinda grinned evilly, ?She promises to stop acting like a spoiled brat around us.?Lindsey grimaced and then smiled a little too sweetly, ?Yes, I?d hate to upstage Belinda?s virtuoso performances.? They looked at each other and laughed.Belinda said, ?Last hurrah. No more of that. Right, Lingxi???Right.?Belinda added, ?We?re just? having trouble seeing eye to eye. Private things.?Lindsey added, ?So we sat down and hashed it out.??Long-term plan.??And since tonight?s Friday and we actually have a day off tomorrow, we plan to drink ourselves silly celebrating. We do hope you?re up to it.??I do have a bit of a thirst, yes.?We ate and watched a short, very bad bugs from outer space flick from the 50s and then drank wildly, soon singing with more enthusiasm than skill, and when I passed out, they had finished singing ?I Got You Babe? in each other?s arms and looked ready to kiss.I staggered to the bathroom about four to drain the wine and replace it with water, my head sore and my heart twisted in pain as I looked down and saw them again asleep on the couch in each other?s arms. Belinda?s arm was around Lindsey?s waist and her hand between her thighs under her dress; the hem was lifted, but her hand was only just above the knee.Exhausted and sick at heart, I drank three glasses of water and looked at myself in the mirror, green around the gills and utterly unappetizing, and I shook my head in dismay. I staggered back into the living room and curled up on the floor, my sweater under my head, and dozed in hungover dreams obsessively pursuing a question I clearly didn?t need answered or want answered for that matter. Reality was bad enough and my heart couldn?t handle the finality of naming it.Like the typical fool I was, I decided that without a final answer, I could hope, and if I knew deep down what the final answer was? Well, fool?s good sparkles pretty enough. I woke up about ten to the smell of coffee and eggs, and staggered into the dining room, stupidly carrying my sweater, and the girls smiled and indicated my seat.Belinda said, ?I like your sweater. I could wear one like that with great pleasure.?I handed it to her. ?I hope it fits.??Well, it?s probably too small in the chestal-breastal area for me. I?ll let Lindsey wear it.?Lindsey smiled happily, no bitchiness in her voice at all finally, and said, ?Good movie tonight. Really bad movie, actually. So bad it?s good.??That bad??Belinda grinned, ?Yes?that good! And best of all, it?s free!?Lindsey added, ?So it?s only slightly overpriced.?We laughed and she told me about a dreadful TV movie from a decade of dreadful fashions and dreadful TV movies about a snow beast killing skiers at a resort. ?Sounds dreadful,? I said.?Dreadfully funny!? Belinda replied, and Lindsey added, ?It?s like the Barry Manilow of dreadful movies! Cheesy as fuck and stupid as dirt.??You had me at ?free.? ?Cheesy? is just gravy.?They laughed and after dinner that night we settled in to watch what should have been called The Mangiest Snowman. Throughout Lindsey showed an unexpected knowledge of how to wage guerilla warfare in a snowy land, critiquing the stupidity of every character in the film and arguing with Belinda on what they should have done. When they tried to draw me into the argument, I said, ?Don?t look at me. I?d be the first one killed.?Belinda said shortly, ?You could always ski thataway.??Can?t ski.?Belinda laughed and Lindsey said, ?Yes, you?d be dead in the first scene.? After we chuckled at that, she continued, ?Don?t worry, we?ll give you a sled. You?d just have to slide bursa escort bayan down that way???Which way???Where the camera is, silly. They only make it seem like you can?t escape by blocking the best way to escape, you know. Half of all horror films wouldn?t exist if they didn?t have the cameras.?We all laughed and I said, ?Can?t sled.?Lindsey replied, ?Then we need to teach you. Next weekend.??In this flat place? River plain that gets half an inch of snow a year???The mountains. You?re coming with us.??Where???Our vacation, dummy. The one we seem to remember coincides with your annual leave???The vacation of yours you haven?t told me about??Lindsey grinned sheepishly, ?Well, we were going to, eventually??Belinda said, ?Yes, you should come with us! It?ll be so much fun.?Lindsey added, ?We have a small cabin rented and everything. No skiing, but there are a couple of hills you can sled on for a little while.?I readily agreed and listened eagerly to the details, and only as I walked home thought of the heartache it would cause me to stay in a one-room cabin with two women in love with each other and uninterested in me.A week and a half later, a Thursday morning bright and clear, we piled into their van and set off across the state and into the next one. We took turns in each seat, driving for an hour, riding shotgun for an hour, and snoozing for an hour, and by late afternoon had passed the foothills and were into the mountains under a threatening sky. Lindsey was driving and said, ?We can make it.??Really?? Belinda replied.?Yeah, no problem. Weather report said it?s just cloudiness.?An hour later we had to park in a space where the road widened, snow coming down so furiously we couldn?t see the far side of the road, and Belinda smiled sadly, ?Another two hours or so and we might have made it.??What do we do?? I asked, worried and utterly at sea what to do.Lindsey shrugged beguilingly, ?We sleep here. Snowplow will be by tomorrow morning and we can get there by 10.?Belinda added, ?Unless it keeps snowing.??Not likely.??Yeah, they?re usually heavy but short in this area,? she said with a delightful shrug of her own.I looked around the van and said, ?Looks cold as hell. Will the heat last that long??Lindsey and Belinda smiled. ?You mean leave the engine on all night to run the heater? You?d use all the gas by midnight and then freeze to death for sure. What kind of fucking idiot would do something that boneheaded??Lindsey added, ?Besides you, she means.?They laughed as I frowned and said, ?So we?ll freeze then.??No,? Lindsey said, ?we?re fine. We?ll just be crowded is all.?Belinda said, ?We have a tent. Put it up in the back, close the curtain, crowd together into the sleeping bags, stay under the insulation. We?ll be fine.?I looked out at the snow falling even faster, if possible, and shivered. ?Better than out there.??Damn straight,? Lindsey nodded.Belinda added, ?So we?ll have a light bite to eat and take care of any business and then get ready, because it?s just going to get colder the longer we wait.?Lindsey nodded again, ?And the engine?s off now and won?t come back on until the snowplow is past so we can be sure of getting there with enough gas to make it to the nearest gas station.?Belinda chuckled, ?And whatever you do, do not eat beans for dinner.?We chuckled and Lindsey said, ?We have wet towels and wet wipes for when you do your business, and a plastic bag for each of us when we finish with them. We?ll do that once we finish our sandwiches.?Belinda smiled, ?Good thing we had that late lunch. We?ll be fine.?Lindsey added, ?Yeah, don?t want to get all stuffed up with food, can?t move around or anything??I said after a second, ?But we?ll just be lying there.?Belinda smiled for a split second and Lindsey turned away for a moment as if to check the snow and then replied, ?Do you want shitty dreams? The bed?ll be hard enough as it is. You?ll be lucky to get any sleep if you pig out, and your dreams I won?t vouch for,? and Belinda glanced away with another obscure smile at the corner of her lips.We had a sandwich each and chatted as the temperature dropped; when the need took us, we went, in turn, a couple of yards away from the van and did what needed doing. I was last, standing at attention in the darkening snowy waste, last embers of the sun from the horizon behind me almost completely obscured by the thick snow. When I got back, I found them in the back of the van putting up a tent, flashlight hanging from a jury-rigged holder in the roof.A big metal chest was open beside Lindsey, who was fishing out blankets as Belinda tied the corners of the tent with ropes to various claws and stays to hold it in place over the thickest part of the padding in the back, and as I closed the curtain they had opened across the back, Belinda nodded at a pile on the other side of the back, ?Four sleeping bags.??One for each of us and one to spare,? I said.Belinda laughed as Lindsey said, ?You have the survival skills of the guy who dies before the title rolls.?Belinda nodded, ?We put two down on the bottom of the tent and two above us. We have sheets between them and lay blankets above the sleeping bags. We save more body warmth next to each other that way.?Lindsey smiled, ?So you have your assignment. Get started.?We arranged things as she ordered, by which time the last traces of light had faded away. We were trapped in a snowy prison, freezing death held at bay by metal and cloth, and I shivered from more than the cold. Lindsey looked at the thermometer she had pulled out earlier and taken with her when she went out. ?It was something like ?15 when I went out before, and it?s about 25 inside now, so let?s get started now.? She reached up and turned off the flashlight and said, ?As much privacy as we?ll get tonight, so strip and enter.?I escort bursa heard their clothes sliding past skin in the dark as they stripped quickly and I said, ?What about pajamas??Lindsey laughed loudly as Belinda giggled, ?No need. Warmer this way.?Belinda added, ?Much less abrasion too.?I heard the tent flap open as a body slipped in, then another, a couple of packages slipping in with them, wet wipes I guessed, and I shrugged, shivered, and stripped, thinking of nothing but the endless, insatiable cold wrapped for miles around us. Naked, I opened the flap of the tent, warmer air, or at least air less cold, wafting past me, and the scent of their bodies and perfumes aroused both my desire and my embarrassment. I crouched inside the flap after zipping it shut and pulled the insulating flap closed behind it, snapping it shut at the side as Belinda had shown me, waiting for a second in the pitch dark as I willed my throbbing erection to wilt.Lindsey said quietly, ?Get inside the bed. You?ll freeze.?I sidled over to the edge and reached down to count the blankets?yes, three?and the first two sleeping bags, and as I slipped inside the sheet underneath Belinda giggled, ?Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.?Lindsey chuckled, ?Though really, your best hope is to slide over here. Between us. It?s a matter of life and death, you know. It?ll probably hit 25 below outside, and it won?t be much warmer outside our little nest by morning. Share our warmth. Let us share yours.?I slid over nervously, my throat muted with embarrassment, and felt someone slide across my body; from the small breasts brushing my chest and the light scent of her perfume I knew it was Lindsey, and from the pressure of her thigh in passing on my cock, I knew she was aware of my reaction to the situation.She leaned into me on my left as two full breasts cradled my upper arm on the right, and as they lay their heads on my shoulders after slipping inside my arms, I suddenly felt warm for the first time in two hours. Belinda said quietly, ?There, much warmer, isn?t it??Lindsey chuckled, ?It?ll be perfect, just perfect, so long as nobody starts humming.?We laughed, my body preternaturally aware of every caress of their shaking flesh against mine, and Belinda hummed a few bars of opera. I felt Lindsey?s breasts press into my chest as she leaned over me to swat Belinda, ?How dare you? Now I?ve got all of the aria stuck in my head. There is only one thing to do,? she said, her pubic hairs pressing hard against my hip as her left thigh resettled over mine, and the pillow under her head swung suddenly into Belinda?s face.Belinda sputtered, ?Bitch. You are going down.??Make me.?A pillow swung back the other way, a flat sound of a light thud testifying that it hit the target, and Lindsey growled, ?Just you wait.? Her weight shifted so that she lay across me, left thigh between mine, her left hip pressed into my throbbing cock, and seemingly without noticing what I could never ignore, she reached down to swat Belinda?s ass.Belinda shrieked, ?Even my mother never spanks me! You will rue the day.? She then shrieked again as two more loud slaps rang out, Lindsey shifting her weight some more so that my cock was pressed hard against her lower belly. She sat up and rose on my body as she and Belinda grabbed each other?s wrists, and soon my cock was being abraded by the thick shrubbery of her mount moving back and forth on my shaft as they wrestled each other.After a minute, Lindsey had placed Belinda?s hands behind her back and pushed her down, her breasts cradling my neck as her neck rubbed back and forth across my face, my lips unintentionally giving her my first kiss. Her hair cascaded down around my face as her breasts moved around with her struggles, a nipple brushing my lips here, the other nipple jabbed into my eye as I yelped in surprise and pain there, as Lindsey crouched above my hips for balance with my cock pressed against something soft and inviting.Lindsey said, ?I win.?Belinda grunted, ?Bullshit,? and as she struggled, Lindsey shifted back and forth above me, the soft inviting spot moving back and forth along the underside of my shaft. Finally, Belinda said, ?Okay, I give up,? and Lindsey lifted herself off me. The sudden rush of coldness on my shaft from the air cooling the fluids she had drenched me with amazing me? and at that second Belinda broke free and said, ?Tomorrow!? and turned the tide against Lindsey, swatting her ass with one hand as the other held both her wrists.Then she pushed her down over my face, each small breast cushioned alternately into my face as she squirmed to escape Belinda, who herself had crouched on my belly. Her thick hairs were rubbing a raw spot a little below my navel, then working down as Lindsey nearly struggled free. Soon I felt another soft inviting spot on my shaft, and then far too soon Belinda?s weight lifted, another cold rush of air chilling the fluids thick on my shaft.The pillows were soon resettled and they curled up next to me, and I lay there in awe at what I had felt. Lindsey said, ?See what I mean? You don?t want to eat too much at times like this. You?ll get cramps.?Belinda added, ?Probably puke.?Lindsey continued, ?I mean, you can?t just lie here all night. You?ll lose all your heat.?Belinda added in counterpoint, ?You have to keep moving.??Generate heat.??All night long.??Until morning.??Or you might die.??Life and death sports.??The wrestling event of a lifetime.??Do or die, there is no try.??No holds barred.??Since it?s life and death.??No rule but survival.??And no need to crown a champion. Anyone who survives the night is a winner.?Belinda chuckled after a moment, ?Just let me catch my breath first.?Lindsey added, ?Yes, we won?t get much sleep tonight, so take it easy.?I felt their breasts pressed hard against me, each with a thigh thrown over mine, pubic hairs pressed against my hips, and Belinda?s breath on my jaw slowed until normal, and soon Lindsey?s breath caressed the other side of my jaw. Belinda murmured, ?We have to stay alive until morning. That?s the only rule. Can you keep us alive??