The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

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But in there time here they had seen a lot of breasts. The only difference now was they were now in Polly's hands. They were being weighed, squeezed, pinched and pulled, like they had done to her.

"Do you like that, Claire?" Polly asked the woman who had her eyes closed at the sensations we was experiencing.

"Yessss, I love it," she sighed. And when Polly lowered her head to suck a nipple into her mouth the other woman gasped. Polly worked the tits with her mouth. Sucking and biting.

Claire began to press Polly back on the outdoor chaise so she was laying down with Claire's breast hanging over her face. The thumb she used to strum Polly's clit raised, but only so her fingers could slip under Polly's panties.

Polly began to rub herself against the fingers fondling her clit. "Eat my pussy, Claire," Polly commanded. "Make me cum in your mouth."

Claire nearly flew down the chaise which allowed Polly to spread her legs wider. Claire began to lick the outside of her panties, making them stick closer to Polly's folds. She again moved the gusset aside, but this time placed her tongue on Polly's clit.

Three fingers penetrated Polly's slick pussy, and began to fuck her roughly. She then added a fourth and kept up the fucking as her other hand reached up to encircled Polly's breast. Her thumb tucked under her other four fingers and Polly was nearly full with Claire's petite hand.

It was then that Polly couldn't take anymore. As she began to cum Polly turned her head to the side, and was greeted by dark and light eyes. Michael was sitting forward with his legs spread, his elbows propped on them. Where Mason was leaning back also with with his leg spread, but his hand was pressed down to his cock.

As Polly regained her limbs, she saw the redhead take a final lick and then crawl up Polly's body until her core was over Polly's face. She lifted the skirt she wore and she was completely bare - except for a plug in her ass.

Polly lifted her hand to the plug and gave it a little tug. Not enough to pull it out, but enough to make the woman aware that she was there. Polly began to lick from Claire's pussy to her clit and back. All the while turning or pulling on the plug.

Eventually she inserted two fingers and began to rhythmically stimulate her G spot in time to the flutters of her tongue over Claire's fat clit. Claire was writhing on top of Polly's face as she began to scoot back and forth. Polly then grabbed the plug and pulled it out. It must have been a mixture of pleasure and pain, but Claire began to cum hard on Polly's mouth, soaking her in a sweet juice.

"Holy shit," Claire panted as she backed down Polly's body, collapsing beside her. "You need to give Barry a lesson."

***

The rest of the week went by without anything too outside the new normal. They even took a boat out on the ocean and scuba diving. But like all good vacations, they must come to an end eventually.

Polly and Michael were both ready to start a new career, and Mason was starting a new semester.

But one issue remained. Well, likely more than one, but one that seemed to make life a little more complex - housing.

Do they sell one? Or both? Do they move closer to family or work? Do they look at the school district and daycare? It was just too much, too soon and with a lot of unknowns.

"I found the perfect house," Polly looked over at Michael who evidently was searching Zillow and mind reading. "Four beds, three baths and lots of living space. Updated. Bonus points for being near work and in the best school district. Let's check it out this week."

"I'm game," Mason replied.

"Um, I didn't know we were looking..."

"What did you think would happen, Pol? We can't live separately forever," Michael said.

"I know. But everything is just moving so fast. We haven't really discussed homes, finances or anything like that - much less schools, daycares, nannies...the twin's college, sports, baby names...family vacations, wills..."

"Woah there! I'm going to need a whiteboard and an aspirin. One step at a time, sweet girl. We can start with discussing the house, since we are...were literal right in the middle of it," Michael said. "So, uh... thoughts?"

"Well, I for one have student loans and mounting debt. So uh, I'm willing to move wherever but I can't really contribute much until I have a real job," Mason said.

"Understandable, Mase. I don't think we expected you to pay for a lot right now," Polly responded giving him a gentle pat on the arm. "And my house...well, although it is technically mine, I always planned to either give it to Sloan or sell it to give her the proceeds. Her paternal grandparents gave it to me. Seems like blood money. So, I don't have a ton for a down payment. But I have been saving since I don't have a mortgage."

"Ok," Michael said. "So basically, I'm going to pay for most of the house..."

"I said I have savings..."

"Uh huh," Michael confirmed. "Look here. This is really simple. I sell my house, buy a bigger one, and we all help with the mortgage. Polly, you determine with Sloan what to do with your place and do away with your blood money obligations."

"But what about utilities..." Polly started, because it all seemed too easy.

"Pol, your folks are married. They work. How do they handle things like bills?" Michael asked, knowing the answer.

"They have one account and they always say 'there isn't mine and yours, there is only ours.' But we..."

"How are we different?" Mason asked, he also knew the answer.

"Well, you aren't legally bound by marriage..." Polly started. Hm, not what he expected.

"Fine, I'll keep my own account," Mason said with a defeated look. "I don't want you guys to ever say I took advantage..."

"See, this is why I avoided this conversation..." Polly began.

"Hey now! Separate accounts are fine, too. But I won't have a situation where someone feels like they aren't contributing or are over contributing. I don't want one of us to say they can't do or buy something because they personally don't have the money!" Michael said pointing down to the arm of his chair for emphasis. "This is a team. Not a group of roommates. Understand?"

Polly looked between them. Mason was nodding and Michael was impatiently waiting for her response.

"Okay, we are a team. I'm sure that other things will come up that we will need to discuss. But this seems like a good start," Polly finally agreed.

"Of course, Pol. You have a kid to put in a will and ensure is provided for. And we have to decide which Ivey League school Michael Junior and Michaela will go to after boarding school at Choate. And don't worry, Choate is after their British nanny, Beatrix, fulfills her duties to make them number one in the country for under ten years old in tennis...and golf, while speaking three...perhaps four languages. That obviously depends on Michael Junior's ability to learn Sanskrit..."

Polly threw a pillow at Michael. "I know you have a plan. I just don't know it yet."

"Baby, I always have a plan. And right now my plan is to..." and before Polly could react she was on Michael's lap getting thoroughly kissed. "...and they always work out."

The End?

A/N: I'm hoping to do a spin off on Sloan/Theo. But may come back to this - if interest exists.