Building the Nursery

by Amy DeMeritt

  “My chest feels like it’s humming or something right now. I’m really happy.”

  “Me too.”

  Awenasa shifts some to lean her back against the wall, while holding me close to her chest, and we stretch out on the long window bench, just snuggling and looking at the beautiful nursery. The white trees on the bright silver walls are glowing with the afternoon sun pouring in the window. The dream catcher mobile above the crib is hanging still, with our animal totems offering a promise to inspire beautiful dreams for our future child. Awenasa’s grandmother’s rocking chair is sitting in the corner next to a mostly empty bookcase, waiting for one of us to sit and read to the baby. The picture frames with individual detailed drawings of our totems that Jade gifted to us on Christmas are hanging on one wall, reinforcing the energy of the spirits that will help our children grow into individuals. I love this room so much. It’s such a peaceful and almost spiritual place. I can feel so much love and safety in this room.

  “Is there anything you want to be able to do before you get pregnant? Anyplace you want to go?”

  “No. My greatest anticipation right now is bearing our first child.”

  I smile and lift my head to kiss her. She accepts me to fully kiss her and heat floods my veins as she pushes her energy into me. She starts to sit up, with me following, and then pulls me up from the bench with a beautiful smile. My wife pulls me out of the nursery and leads me to our bedroom. As I close the door behind myself, Awenasa wraps her arms around the back of my neck and kisses my lips.

  “I want to make love like we’re going to make a baby right now. I want to feel you in my veins.”

  I feel her pulling my spirit into her and it makes my eyes close and I release a small gasp. Her lips press against mine and our lips and tongues begin to fan the flames of my love for my wife. While we kiss, we walk to the bed unbuttoning each other’s pants. We release each other’s mouths only long enough to strip each other of our clothes. I glide my hands down my wife’s bare back, over her ass, and down over her thighs.

  With adoring hands and mouths, we fall into passionate worship of each other’s bodies, tumbling around the bed in a fervent devotion to glorify each other and send each other into the euphoric clouds of ecstasy. Like a small choir of praise, our moans, screams, and gasping breaths fill the air, punctuating the love between us.

  Awenasa concentrates her energy so strongly on my center that I burst with a loud scream and my body spasms and shudders against her. Weak and reeling from such a powerful orgasm, I’m slow to descend her body, but as I lay my face between her trembling thighs and taste her abundant sweet apple flavored honey, her delicious taste revives my energy.

  Within only a few minutes, and with a loud gasping moan, my wife climaxes. I lay my head on her hip, remaining between her legs, and Awenasa runs her fingers through my hair while she tries to catch her breath.

  “I love you, Kayla.” I smile and deliver soft kisses all over her hips and lower stomach. “I love you too.”

  I remain laying on her hip, tracing my fingers over her stomach and thigh, while she plays with my hair. The door opens and Shannon walks in with a basket of folded laundry. She smiles and quickly closes the door behind herself, before walking over to set the basket on the end of the bed.

  “Symone told me to tell you that you’re late for your first pole dance class.”

  “Oh, yeah, I was supposed to remind you of that when I found you in the nursery.” I smile and kiss Awenasa’s stomach, before I reach out to Shannon. “Come here, baby, let us love on you now. Pole dancing isn’t that important.”

  Shannon bites her bottom lip with a smile and inhales deeply. She looks towards the bedroom door and then back at Awenasa and I.

  “You made a commitment. You go take your class and then I’ll let you love on me.”

  I pout and bury my face between Awenasa’s thighs, making her laugh and squirm to pull my face back out.

  “Get up, naughty puppy.”

  I groan dramatically, but I get up. As I’m walking past Shannon, she smacks my ass. I try to spin and tackle her, but she side-steps me and I land on the bed on my stomach. Shannon grabs my hips and thrusts against me once and smacks my ass hard, causing me to release a small moan. She laughs and pats my ass a few times as she lets go of my hip.

  “Get dressed and go learn how to pole dance for us.”

  I reluctantly get up and put on some tight dance shorts, knee length sweatpants, and a tank top. I find Symone in the dance studio above the garage. She’s wearing a pair of very short tight spandex shorts and a tight tank top. Her long black hair is braided along the sides and pulled up into a ponytail. She looks up from her phone with a grin and laughs a little.

  “Take those pants off, baby. You’re going to want as much skin to pole contact as possible for the best control.” I groan and take my sweatpants off. Symone’s smile widens as she looks me up and down. “Come over here.” I shake my head and she laughs. “Pole dancing isn’t going to ruin that tough image of yours, baby. It’s not like you’re going to have the sudden desire to wear heels and a dress after this, unfortunately, because that would be hot.”

  With my heart beating faster than typical, I slowly walk over to Symone. She takes my hand and laughs again.

  “Relax, Kayla. We’ll start with a warm up and stretches.”

  I nod once and she pulls me out to the dancefloor. I watch her do a beautiful fluid series of moves that looks like a combination of dance and stretching. Symone smiles at me in the mirror, and I blush, realizing I’m only staring at her, watching her body, particularly her thick muscular thighs and perfectly round ass.

  “Move that body, baby.”

  She starts her series again, and this time, I force myself to move and copy her. Just as we’re getting into a good flow doing warmups, my nervousness starts to subside, but I only have a moment of reprieve, because she turns to face me with a grin and places her hands on her hips.

  “Ok, time for you to become intimate with your pole.” I blush beet red and she laughs a little. “You’re going to make this as awkward as possible, aren’t you?”

  “Believe it or not, I’m actually trying not to. Come on.” She takes my hand and leads me back over to the poles. “Ok, we’ll start with a few basics. When you pole dance, try to imagine that the pole is an extension of yourself.” She grins as her eyes quickly glance at my groin, but she clears her throat and looks at the pole. “The pole is kind of like having wings. You use it to do in the air what you can’t do on the floor. I’m going to do one of the most basic spins. It’s called the Fairy.”

  “Wait, you want me to do a move called the Fairy?” Symone laughs and starts walking around her pole with a sexy switch of her hips and a grin curling her plump lips. “Watch me and then try to copy me.”

  I watch her hook her left leg around the pole and point her right leg out in front of her at a slight angle. Her body swings around the pole a couple times, and she steps down, regaining her sexy walk around the pole. She grins and does the technique again, but instead of stepping down, she swings into a new technique and then another. I swallow hard and my heart starts racing. Heat creeps up my chest and flames hot in my cheeks.

  “I’m glad you’re feeling better.” She looks down at me from the top of the pole and smiles really big as she starts a fast spin down the pole and then steps down. “I’m feeling fantastic. Your turn to try.”

  “Shit. Ok, but you know I’m not going to look as good as you do.” Symone smiles and takes my hand, placing it on the pole. Without releasing my hand, and while standing close, she coos, “Walk, baby. Switch that beautiful ass.” I blush and my head falls in my other hand, making her laugh. “This is so embarrassing.”

  She pats my ass and I groan as I start walking. She glides her hand down my thigh, and pats my left leg. I try to remember what she did, but it’s hard to concentrate with her being so close to me. I stop and shake my head.

  “I don’t remember how yo
u hooked your leg on the pole.”

  She steps closer so her front is pressed to my ass. She glides her hand down the inside of my thigh and pats the inside of my knee.

  “You need to make contact with the pole here,” she bends down and glides her hand over my ankle and foot, “and here. Lift your leg.” I lift my leg and she positions it to hook on the pole. “Now, while putting weight on this leg, lift with your arm, lift your right leg, and clamp down on the pole with your legs. Your weight should mostly be held by your legs. Your arms are mainly to help guide you through the swing.”

  I get into position, and she walks around me, looking me up and down. She licks her lips and nods once.

  “Very nice. Now, put it all together.”

  I step down and she backs up to watch. I take a deep breath and try to force down my ego and start walking around the pole. I don’t put as much into my walk as Symone did, but she seems to still be pleased with the moderately seductive rocking of my hips as I take each step around the pole. After I’ve made a full lap around the pole, I lift up and swing through the technique. As I step down, I smile and laugh a little.

  “Ok, that was actually fun.” Symone smiles really big and walks back over to her pole. “I know. And you looked hot. Ok, I’ll show you another technique and then you’ll put the two together.”

  With each new technique Symone shows me, she gets close and runs her hands over my legs, arms, and ass to show me how to position my body. With each touch of her hands, each time her body presses against mine, and each time I watch her on the pole, my arousal increases. With one technique, I’m supposed to use my upper body strength to hold myself up while I basically spread my legs open in a forward-facing split, with the pole in my groin. I nearly fall from the pole as she runs her hands up the inside of my thighs and pushes my legs out, opening me up more.

  I try to think of anything other than what we are doing – something that’s not sexy at all. The only subject that helps to control my arousal enough that I’m not a stuttering fool is science. I run through the different eco-systems, the structure of a plant cell, the structure of a human cell, and anything science related I can get my mind to focus on for more than a few seconds.

  “Do you give all of your students’ this same hands-on instruction?” Symone smiles as she walks back to her pole and licks her lips in a clearly aroused and pleased with herself sort of way. “No. Well, there was this one girl that needed more hands-on training to understand the techniques. I may have been a little more hands-on with her than was necessary, but she was cute and seduction was my drug back then.”

  “Did it work?”

  “It did, but she ended up being one of those curious straight girls. You know, the kind that loves attention from a lesbian and wants to know what it feels like to have a woman between her thighs, but doesn’t actually want to reciprocate.”

  “Wait, you let her use you like that?” Symone laughs and shakes her head. “Definitely not. I don’t play that game. Back then, there were two thrills for me. The biggest part of it was the seduction – making a girl want me so badly that she just had to have me. Second was the sex. I loved when I won a girl over, but I wouldn’t do something one-sided. I could be content with making the girl want me to the point she was asking for it, but I never gave without receiving.”

  “So, when you called yourself a ‘trophy hunter’, did you count it as a trophy if you got to that point, even if you didn’t have sex with her?”

  “I did. I actually had more of those than actual sexual partners. A lot of times, I didn’t actually want to have sex with the woman. I just wanted to make her want it, especially if she was a bitch. Straight ‘happily-married’ women were my favorite prey. I used to get great satisfaction out of dragging them off of their throne and making them beg for what they had judged me for.”

  “So, uh, how many, I mean… Never mind.” I look away and Symone laughs. “Are you trying to ask how many partners I’ve had?” I shrug a shoulder and rub the back of my neck. “No. I don’t know. Is that weird?” Symone laughs again and I slowly look back at her, locking eyes with her. “Seven. My first experience was with a boy. It was my senior year of high school and I was already ‘out and proud’. One of my best friends had this theory that no one is really capable of only being attracted to one gender and that if the opportunity arose, anyone could get off by having sex with either gender. I allowed him to go down on me to try to prove his point, but I didn’t reciprocate. It didn’t even last five minutes because I couldn’t get into it at all. Now, my first time with a girl, that was great. Well, good not great. I’ve had better since then.”

  “Do you regret allowing that?”

  “No, because he was very respectful and stopped immediately when I asked him to.”

  “How many non-sexual trophies do you have?” Symone laughs and crosses her arms over her chest as she leans against her pole. “A lot, but I don’t know an exact number. I wasn’t that into the game that I had to keep a tally.”

  “So, you were happy with just bringing them to the point of begging? There weren’t any that you wanted to go all the way with, but could only get them to want it? Like, you got them to want it, but then they chickened out?”

  “No, if I really wanted them, I got them. You’re the only person I couldn’t seduce. But I wouldn’t have been satisfied with only making you admit that you want me and need to be with me. If we got to that point, and you ‘chickened out’, I would be devastated. Not because of the game, but because I’m in love with you. So, if my hands-on instruction is too much, tell me. I don’t want you to be tempted into something you can’t do. I like what we have and I don’t want to lose it.”

  I nervously rub the back of my neck and look towards the studio door, expecting to see all of my wives standing there and waiting to see how I’m going to respond to this.

  “What do you get out of this? It doesn’t bother you to be close and the touching or whatever, without getting more?” Symone pushes off of her pole and walks over to me. She wraps her arms around the back of my neck and leans into me. “Does this bother you? Are you uncomfortable?”

  “No.” Her smile widens and she slowly moves in and gently kisses my lips. “Does that bother you?” I shake my head and her hands slowly glide down my back to rest on my lower back. “This?” I shake my head again and she runs her hands down over my ass and squeezes my cheeks, pulling me in hard against her. I swallow hard and heat rises up my chest. “Too much?”

  I don’t answer and her smile widens, she glides a hand over my hip and the front of my thigh. As she’s about to slip a hand between my thighs, I grab her hand and shake my head. She smiles and kisses my lips.

  “We understand the boundaries and won’t cross them. Like I said, I like what we have and I don’t want to lose it. I won’t try to push you beyond what I think you can handle. I respect you and your wives, Kayla. I feel like I’m only borderline inappropriate, but if you tell me I’m crossing the line, I’ll understand and back off. Do you want me to back off?”

  “I’m not sure my wives would like you grabbing my ass like that.” Symone smiles and slowly glides her hand off of my ass and up my back. “Better?”

  “Yeah. Can I ask you another question?”

  “You can ask me anything. I’ve told you that before.”

  “When’s the last time you’ve been with someone?” She takes a deep breath and drops her arms and moves to stand next to her pole with a thoughtful look. “Too long, but that’s by choice. I haven’t been with another person since before we got on this wild roller coaster ride. So, I guess about a year and a half.”

  “Damn, that’s a long time. I can barely stand it when I’m away from my girls for a month at a time. Don’t you miss that?” Symone laughs a little and looks down at the floor with blushing cheeks for a moment before meeting my eyes again. “There’s certain things I miss, but our unique friendship gives me a lot of what I miss from being with someone.”

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��But what about… Well, you know.”

  “Sex?” I blush and nod. Symone grins and shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t mean to brag, but I’m very good at taking care of that – better than half of my ex-partners, in fact.”

  I release an involuntary moan and quickly clear my throat to cover it up, but Symone smiles and licks her lips, staring straight in my eyes.

  “Why have you chosen to be single for so long?”

  “So, we’re finally having this conversation? It started when I realized I have real feelings for you – when you did that first ballroom dance with Jaime. I needed some time to sort through my feelings. I also needed time to figure out who I am. Falling for you changed me – a lot. The thrill of seducing another woman for fun disappeared and I had no interest in being with anyone else. I knew I would never have a chance with you, so I had to figure out how to suppress my feelings and just be your friend. Once we were in a good place as friends, I needed to figure out what I want in a relationship. Our friendship and watching you with your wives has helped me figure that out.”

  “I’m sorry.” Symone smiles and walks back over to me. She wraps her arms around the back of my neck and kisses my lips. “Kayla, why do you always do that? You’re always apologizing when you didn’t do anything wrong. Falling in love with you is the best thing to happen to me. I honestly like this version of myself better. I’m happier and more secure in who I am and my place in the world. If you can fall in love with me, when you used to hate me, then I must be a much better person than I was before. So, I’m ok with the sacrifices of the journey I’ve had to take to get here. I’ll find someone when the time is right.”

  I smile and caress her cheek and trace my thumb along the rim of her cute little ear. I glance at her lips and Symone’s smile widens.

  “Whoever gets to call you theirs is going to be really lucky. When you find someone, are we going to drift apart?”

  “Never.”

  “I hope not, because I really like what we have too. Are we done dancing?”