We had to shuffle all of the stuff around in my refrigerator to get everything to fit. We still nearly ran out of room - even though there really wasn't that much in there to start with.
We got everything done, cleaned up, and collapsed into bed - and then realized that we hadn't eaten. We were so tired we didn't even have sex. I snuggled together with my two "assistants", telling them how much I loved and appreciated them. We fell asleep just like that.
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The next day was chaos. The three of us showered together and rushed off to Health class. I was so worried about lunch that I don't remember a single thing from class. I *DO* know that my two lovers were there with me. I really don't know what I would do if they weren't.
My next two classes disappeared into the fog as well and soon I was rushing towards my apartment, grabbing boxes from the fridge, and loading them into my truck. The girls appeared, grabbed the aprons, and jumped in with me. We hurried off to where I worked.
My boss was waiting in the parking lot. He'd cordoned off an area for us and motioned for us to park right next to the ovens - which he already had warming up. The girls laughed at him - and accepted hugs. He had a chef's hat on - and an apron that said "Chef's Assistant". He had hats for the three of us as well. I didn't even remember telling him that the girls were going to be helping me.
We loaded the bread onto the baking sheets and got them into the ovens. I double-checked on the bread while my boss helped the girls start getting the little sauce containers spread out. When I turned back around, he and the girls were gone. I was busy, watching the ovens, so I shrugged and stayed where I was.
A half hour later, they returned - bringing behind them a parade of employees. The boss had walked my girls through the whole building, showing them off, and reminding everyone about what time they should show up for lunch - and where it would be served.
As the crowd gathered, the girls helped the boss hand out cans of soda. As soon as everyone had a beverage, the boss informed the employees about their sandwich choices and how he expected the traffic to flow. He glanced over at me and asked for an ETA. I told him that they should be coming out any minute. He sent the girls to help me and then directed everyone to form a line. Then he came behind our serving tables to help me and the girls get the loaves out.
As I pulled out the trays, I told them which kinds they were. Once all of the loaves were out, people started coming through the line. The boss stepped back to talk with me.
"I told you 80 loaves," he said.
"I wasn't sure how many would choose the Vegan or the cheese," I explained, realizing that he'd counted them. "I made some extras of the sausage and pepperoni."
He smiled and shook his head and went to see how things were going.
By the time everybody went through the line, we still had a couple cheese and a couple veggie loaves left. I glanced at the boss.
"Uh ... what kind did you want?" I asked him.
He laughed as Nicole lifted a napkin that was covering a sausage bread, hidden away, off to the side. He gave me a fist-bump, grabbed his little dish of dipping-sauce, and picked up his plate.
The girls and I watched as he first took a bite, chewed, swallowed, dipped his bread in the sauce, and then tried it that way.
"The sauce is cold," he said.
I shrugged and said, "The girls argued with me. They think it should be warm, but I think of it like ketchup - which I use to cool down the fries that are really too hot to eat."
He nodded and took another bite.
"I could see that," he said. "It kind of bugged me at first but I get it - and I'm over it."
Seemingly two bites later, his sausage bread was gone. He grabbed a three-cheese one and tried it.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "I think I actually like this one better. The ricotta is crazy good!"
"Thanks," I said.
A few of the more adventurous - or greedy - folks came up to beg for one of the leftover loaves. The boss waved them his approval and they disappeared with a second treat.
After that, he started making his way back and forth - between the picnic tables - checking on everybody.
The girls and I started cleaning up and packing our stuff back into the truck.
Soon, the boss returned. He held out a check. I shot him a questioning look.
"I'm guessing you paid more for the supplies than I gave you," he said.
He didn't wait for us to answer.
"Besides that, I owe you guys for your time and work. Let me assure you that every single employee that I've talked to has already started bugging me to have you guys come back and do this again. For now, I'm not making any promises - but I just wanted to thank you for helping me put this together."
He handed me the check. I folded it and stuck it in my pocket without looking at it. He laughed.
"You have the afternoon off," he said. "I'll note on your timecard that you worked your normal shift. Thanks again. Thank you, girls."
My lovers each gave him a little side-hug and then we loaded into the truck and headed for home.
We were barely inside of the apartment before the girls were bugging the shit out of me to see the check. I pulled it out and handed it to Tanisha.
Her mouth hung open when she read the amount. Nicole looked over her shoulder, and froze as well. I finally took the check and looked at it. It was written for $2,000 - more than twice the amount we'd spent on the supplies - and he'd paid for most of those as well.
We decided to go out to eat - to celebrate. We drove around and ended up at everyone's favorite Mexican fast food place. I'd probably regret that decision the following day, but it sounded good at the time. I even splurged and got the biggest Nacho Grande they had - with extra meat.
We ordered too much food - and ended up taking half of it home with us - but I loved being out with my two girls and sharing this whole food-making enterprise with them was just a bonus.
On the way back home, we grabbed the mail. Nicole had another official-looking letter from the pharmaceutical company. I pulled Tanisha onto my lap in the recliner as our lover dropped onto the couch to read her correspondence - and give Quigley scratches.
"So?" Tanisha asked her, after I stopped kissing her.
"I have a phone number and an ID number," she reported. "I'm supposed to call, give them the number, and answer some questions."
"So call ...," she told her.
"They told me to have a routing number ready before I call," she replied.
"Oh, shit!" I gasped. "A settlement of some kind?"
She nodded.
"The letter says that - in order to avoid legal complications - they have agreed to terms arranged with a law firm representing everyone affected by the pill mix-up."
"You get a letter from the law firm?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I didn't think anything would come of it," she said.
"You're pregnant because they messed up," I told her. "They're pretty certainly liable. You're not the only one who ended up pregnant when they didn't want to be."
"I wanted to be ...," she said, "just not yet."
"Same thing," I told her.
"I don't want you to think that I don't want to have your baby," she replied.
"I love you dearly," I told her. "We've talked about this. Both of us will need to adjust our last couple years here to make this work."
"They give you a dollar amount?" Tanisha asked.
"It's bigger than what you got from the pizza place," Nicole told her.
"I got my tit grabbed," Tanisha replied, nodding. "You got pregnant."
"Call the number," I told her. "Get your checkbook first."
"I'll grab it," Tanisha offered, heading down the hall.
"It's on the nightstand," Nicole called after her.
She returned quickly, handed it off, and dropped back onto my lap. I slid my hand down the front of her leggings, inside. She bit my bottom lip in her teeth but didn't tell me to stop. I dug around until I'd worked my fingers inside of her panties as well. She leaned back and gave me a little freer access. I nibbled the nipple by my nose, and she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair.
"Keep it down," Nicole told us, giggling, as she dialed the number.
Tanisha's lips found mine - and the fingers of both hands twined into my hair - as I hooked a finger into the entrance to her vagina. She turned to face me, and I leaned back in the recliner, pulling her on top of me. She kissed me ravenously as I worked my finger in and out of her tight channel.
She ended our kiss to catch her breath and placed her face next to mine - cheek to cheek. She whispered naughty things into my ear about how she wanted to take me home to meet her mother and fuck me on her old bed. She shuddered through a climax, and I waited for her to recover before I started sliding my finger in and out of her harder - made easier now with the extra lubrication that flowed within her vagina.
I grabbed the waistband of her leggings and started pushing her pants down, trying to get her naked enough for me to fuck. Her hands went to the fly of my shorts, working to get them undone - and then struggling to push them down. I raised my hips to make it easier and she shoved shorts and underwear down enough to free my cock. Her long thin fingers immediately wrapped around it, stroking it, pushing it against her mons. I shoved my shorts lower - trying to get enough wiggle room so that I could get inside of her.
We were both too worked up to mess with our clothes anymore. She writhed on top of me and shoved my stiff rod towards her entrance. First, I had to force my way between her thighs - then into her slit - and finally into her vagina. She grunted as she thrusted against me. Her hand went to my balls, pulling at them gently, begging them to give her their gift.
I wasn't as deep as I wanted to be - but I was inside of her - and it was twice as tight as normal. Our clothing restricted our movements but somehow it seemed to increase the intensity of every ridge, wrinkle, and grasping muscle.
We thrusted against each other like snakes - wrapped around each other but unable to find a handhold to force our joining members any deeper. I gripped her ass in my fists as she gripped mine in hers - pulling at one another - grunting and groaning - keening and moaning.
Finally, the intense stimulation was more than I could take. My end was coming - but she hadn't reached her release yet.
"Tanisha ...," I moaned.
"Not yet!" she ordered.
"Baby ...," I complained.
"Almost ...," she groaned.
Her spasming and grasping channel was focused on the first few inches of my prick. The stimulation was mind-blowing. Soon it would be blowing more than that. I ground my teeth together to stave off my need just a few seconds longer.
"Honey ...," I complained.
"Inside!" she ordered.
"What?!" I gasped.
"Cum inside!" she told me.
"But ...," I argued.
"Alex, do it!"
I swear I had tears in my eyes as I gave one final thrust - still barely inside of her churning twat - before the semen sprang from my balls, raced down my cock, and squeezed inside of my gorgeous lover.
"Tanisha ...," I moaned.
"Alex ...," she moaned in reply - and then she started cumming as well.
Her lips found mine and we kissed - deeply - as our fluids mingled together inside of the beautiful young woman that I held in my arms.
I looked up to see Nicole recording us. She looked into my eyes. Tanisha saw my gaze and followed it to Nicole's face.
"I'm saving it for me - and sending it to Julie and Katie," she told us.
"Send it to my phone too," Tanisha told her.
She kissed me again - then laid her face against mine.
We clung to one another while Nicole called the pharmaceutical company, gave them the ID number, answered the questions, and then provided the routing number and account number for her checking account. Finally, she hung up and gave a heavy sigh.
"Seven to ten business days," she reported. "They're paying all of the doctor bills and they're depositing $50,000 in my account."
"They're getting off cheap," Tanisha told her.
"I agree," I said.
"I'll clean you guys up," Nicole offered.
She tugged Tanisha's leggings off of her and leaned over the chair to start doing just that. By the time she finished, I was ready for round two.
Tanisha started fixing dinner and I took Nicole back to my bed and fucked the shit out of her, flooding her with jizz just before my other lover hollered that the food was ready. Nicole sucked and licked me clean, pulled her panties on, and we headed to the kitchen.
Tanisha had found some chicken pot pies in the freezer. She'd made a quick batch of instant mashed potatoes as well. The three of us ate together, enjoying our comfort food.
Julie called, had Nicole send her a picture of the letter, and then called back again while we were snuggling together on the couch. She told us that Micki said the settlement was probably about what was to be expected without actually going after the company on an individual basis. She told us that - in order to do that - we'd need to document all of our expenses. We all felt a little better about everything after Julie got done explaining things. I thanked her for calling and she informed us that she and Katie would be coming by on Saturday to see about going to do something fun as a group.
Nicole grabbed my chin and pulled my face (and eyes) towards hers.
"What if I told you that I wanted to do Buns in the Oven full-time?"
"What?" I asked.
"Drive Thru Brew closed down," she said.
"That tiny, little coffee place just south of campus?" Tanisha asked her.
Nicole nodded and said, "Two ovens and a warmer. Maybe just start with lunch - 11 until 2? What do you think?"
"Just us?" Tanisha asked her.
"Yeah - at least to start with," she replied.
"Do I get a vote?" I asked.
"No," they both said - at the same time.
The two of them laughed as I pouted.
"I'll mention it to Brad," Tanisha said.
"Brad?" I asked.
"The manager at work," she replied.
"The blonde guy?" I inquired.
She nodded.
Quigley chose that moment to climb down my chest. We all gave him scratches and then returned him to his throne before heading down the hallway to the bedroom.