Submission (18+) - Chapter 44: Chapter 44

It didn't come.
Of course it didn't come. Why would it have? I'd only fucked Nicole once, and it had just been a bit of fun, nothing emotionally about it. She was just a friend. A hot friend who liked to flirt and knew how to push my buttons, but she really wasn't anything more than that.
I guess old instincts, like my lifelong one to expect my crippling jealousy, die hard. Malcolm smiled his knowing smile when I shared that with him. "Does it surprise you so much to find that you're not the same person you were a few months ago?"
Honestly, it kind of did. I didn't really feel very much different. When had that happened? "You're not the same person either, you know," I told him.
"Oh?"
"Nope. If past-you had gotten that text message, he would have given some bullshit excuse about not being a good enough Dom to be giving anybody advice."
Malcolm thought about that for a few minutes, idly toying with my hand in his while we watched the foursome across from us move from flirtations to full on public displays of affection. "You're right," he finally admitted. "I probably would have."
"Of course I'm right, dumbass." I playfully poked at him, earning a laugh and a swat in return. "If you'd just listened to me from the beginning, you could have bypassed all that needless negativity."
He rolled his eyes. "Riiiight, because you're a completely unbiased arbiter who can objectively dictate how I should view myself."
"Um -- you're the guy who causes me pain and denies me pleasure. Anything positive I have to say about you should be seen as the purest truth in the world." I tried my best to look affronted while saying it, but his smile cracked me, and I ended up laughing.
Vivian and David were the last to arrive. Like Madison and Kate, Vivian wore an autumn chill defying skirt along with a long-sleeved top that was reasonably plain, but had a diving neckline that was positively adventurous by her standards. It had taken me a few weeks to realize, but since she'd started dating David, Vivian had made some efforts to look pretty for him. She hadn't put on any makeup tonight, but she sported a nice looking braid that trailed over her shoulder.
Something else about her seemed unusual, but it took me a few seconds to figure out what. The way her skin flushed slightly, and her eyes stayed glued to David even while greeting her sister and their friends, gave it away. I leaned into Malcolm's ear and whispered, "they totally just fucked!"
Malcolm cast an appraising eye over the couple, David now shaking hands with Susan and her boyfriend Dean while Vivian leaned into his other arm. "She does have the same sort of look to her that she had at the party."
"Yeah, except this time, she doesn't just look generally horny. She's got one dick on her mind, and it's in his pants."
Malcolm laughed, his voice taking on a teasing tone. "You know, just because you spend your entire life with your mind in the gutter, it doesn't mean everybody does."
I quickly glanced around, saw nobody looking in our direction, and brought Malcolm's hand up between my legs. "You say that as if you're trying to imply you don't spend all your time dreaming about my pussy." I gave him a teasing wink, then added, as ironically as I could, "Sir."
There are many ways to fuck up a night of KBBQ. Caring about how many thousands of calories you're consuming is one of them. I'd probably have to spend two weeks at the gym just to burn through everything I ate that one night, but if you're going to splurge on a meal, it might as well be something amazing.
We wanted one of the long bench tables with multiple grills so we could all sit together, but unfortunately, none were going to be available for another hour. Instead, our group had to split between two smaller tables. Despite the entire thing being Nicole's idea as an excuse to spend time with me, she and Sam took the table with Kate and Madison. Judging by the tone of the shrieks and laughter coming from them, the group was busy planning out what they'd all be doing once they got home. Thomas and Julie joined them. Even though they were kind of third wheeling, it was exactly the kind of brainstorming session they excelled at.
We ended up with Vivian, David, Susan and Dean. I hadn't realized it before, but despite having been to several munches and a party with them, this was actually the first time I'd had a conversation with both the sisters at the same time. I had an image in my head of them being similar, and they did share a lot in common, but interacting with them together made me feel dumb for overlooking how different they really were. Susan... well, not to be too judgmental, but Susan was the kind of bitch who cared about being the prettiest princess in the room. She was nice enough to talk to. We shared a lot of interests, like how she was somehow even more passionate about following college basketball than either Vivian or I were, which was saying a lot. Still, her obvious vanity grated on me.
She was also a hardcore UConn Huskies fan. I could forgive Vivian for that crime because she's amazing, but I sure as hell wasn't about to extend another pardon. Especially not when Susan kept waving her hair and batting her eyelashes at Malcolm. Vivian would probably have tried to calm me down by pointing out that Susan did that to everybody, David included, but fuck that. My only consolation was that, out of all of us, Sam was by far the best looking and the best dressed, and judging by the looks she threw in Sam's direction, Susan knew it.
Another way to fuck up KBBQ is to do it without anybody who knows how to cook. After the mountain of marinated meat we'd ordered arrived, Malcolm made to take up the tongs, but Vivian gently took them from him. I don't think either of us would have pegged her for an experienced griller, but she defied our expectations and kept a steady stream of perfectly cooked meat appearing on all our plates.
"Let's just say our dad isn't the most liberal guy in the world," Susan explained, and Vivian laughed at what must have been an extreme understatement. "In Japan, he got used to the kitchen being mom's territory, and after she passed, we inherited all the cooking duties."
I knew a bit of Vivian's backstory, but that was all news to David. "Did you grow up in Japan?" He asked.
Vivian shook her head. "They moved here a few months before we were born. We've visited family there a few times, but that's about it."
Dean nudged Susan and flashed a wicked smile across the table to David. "You should get her to speak Japanese for you." Instantly, both sisters hid their faces in their hands.
"You never told me you speak Japanese!" I exclaimed, much impressed. I've got a bit of a fascination with Japanese, stemming from a teenage anime obsession and a more recent obsession with a band called Babymetal. Malcolm and I had been trying to grab tickets to see them, but Madison Square Garden prices had other ideas.
"I'm awful at it!" Vivian protested, and Susan nodded agreement from behind her hands.
"No you're not," Dean said, then added to us, "they used to use it back in college to share secrets they didn't want the rest of us to understand." The sisters made noises of embarrassment, but didn't deny it.
"We never really had anybody other than each other and dad to practice with. Whenever we visit the family, they always make fun of how bad our accents are." Vivian shook her head, embarrassed by the memory. "Everybody there says we sound like we're basically white, and Dad always looks mortified."
Dean seemed mostly interested in teasing his girlfriend, but David was just the opposite. He plied Vivian with a string of questions about how Japanese was different than English, what it would take for her teach him, and whether there was any way around brute force memorizing the thousands of characters that made up the written language.
Malcolm and I found ourselves momentarily on the outside of the two couples' conversations, and we exchanged a look, both struck by how happy Vivian seemed by David's interest. Her embarrassment forgotten, she positively glowed -- speaking in excited rushes about how it wasn't that difficult to learn, really, and how much she'd love to be able to practice with him.
I whispered in Malcolm's ear, "You see the way her face lights up like that? It does that every time he smiles at her."
"Yeah. It's really cute."
"It fucking is!"
"It's almost as cute as the face you make when you're trying to be stealthy and I catch you cleaning up."
The smile he gave me could only be described as infuriatingly smug. "And what look would that be, pray tell?"
He laughed, the smile growing wider. "You've always been so stubborn about keeping your apartment as messy as possible, but you're willing to change your ways now we're living together, in order to make me happy. But, despite being willing to do some organizing and picking up, you're not willing to let that stubborn streak go. So, rather than admit that living in a tidy house is actually nice, you try to hide what you're doing. That's why the look is so cute, you look like you got caught doing something naughty, but in reality, you're doing something really considerate for both of us."
Everybody around the table laughed, and I realized too late that our last exchanged hadn't been whispers. "That is really cute!" Vivian said, sounding like she'd just seen a cat video.
"Remind me why I love you?" I directed at Malcolm, earning another round of laughter.
We were all in that warm, happy haze that comes after eating far too much amazing food when we finally made it into our karaoke room. I'd been expecting a small space that would feel claustrophobic with all twelve of us, but I was pleasantly surprised. The room was very spacious, with a series of comfortable looking couches and a low table in the middle with three pitchers of beer waiting for us. Maybe it's just me, but I feel like it's hard to walk into a room with cold quality beer and not be happy to be there.
Nicole intercepted me on the way to join Malcolm on a couch in the back. "No you don't, hot stuff!" She pushed me down on an empty couch, produced cup full of beer out of thin air, pressed it into my hands and flopped down next to me.
"I thought you'd forgotten about me," I said, caught off guard.
"You? Never! How could I forget my fair giantess?"
"Oh—Fuck you, short stuff!" I playfully nudged her, using a bit more muscle than she was expecting and sending her toppling over. Madison and Kate, lounging on the couch across from us, seemed to think this was the most hilarious thing they'd ever seen, so I gave them a little bow.
Nicole, never one to shy away from being the center of attention even if it involved her looking silly, made a show of blowing them a kiss. I leaned into her and whispered teasingly in her ear, "getting them in the mood for tonight, eh?"
"Actually no," she whispered back, dramatically raising her hand to shield her mouth like she was telling me a scandalous secret. "We had to make plans for next weekend. Why?" She hit me with her most mischievously flirtatious smile. "Were you thinking of joining us?"
Nicole was only half teasing, and we both knew it. Our polyamorous experiment had been mostly successful, but she understood that I wasn't about to hop into bed with just anybody else on a whim. Still, if I had said yes, they would have all welcomed me with open arms and spread legs.
"Restraining yourself for a whole week? That doesn't sound like the Firefly I know and love," I teased back.
"I'll have you know I'm every bit the well-disciplined denial slut you are!"
I laughed, nearly choking on the sip of beer I'd just taken. "And, as your sister in denial, you can't fool me with that shit. You'd cum your brains out every day if you were on your own and didn't have Mistress Sam to keep you honest."
Nicole, apparently, couldn't even pretend to deny that. She started to say something about it taking one orgasm obsessed sex addict to know one, but most of it got drowned out by Susan starting the night's karaoke.
Now, I'm hardly a seasoned karaoke veteran, but I've done it enough times to know people generally fall somewhere along a spectrum. On one end, there's those like me, who can't sing for shit but enjoy getting drunk and making fools of themselves with friends. Then, on the other end, there are those who sound fucking amazing and make the me-s of the world sound even worse by comparison.
Susan was definitely a member of the second camp. She and Dean sang the duet from Hamilton where Maria Reynolds seduces Alexander Hamilton and he bemoans his inability to say no to her. I didn't like admitting it, but there was no denying that the way Susan threw her voice around was damn impressive, even though Dean technically had most of the song's lyrics.
It was a great choice for a first song. We all fell firmly inside the demographic of millennials who had memorized the play from start to finish, and everybody joined in, setting the mood for the rest of the night. Despite the original Broadway version having a downbeat tone, our rendition was raucous and as raunchy as possible.
Fortunately for me, most of the rest of us were on more my side of the talent spectrum, so nobody minded when anybody else butchered lyrics or flubbed timings. We mostly kept with things that were easy and everybody knew. Disney songs were popular, but there were others aimed at just being fun. For example, we all died laughing while Nicole bounced around the room slapping asses, singing I Like Big Butts.
Then there were some unexpected surprises. Through long experience, I've come to expect being the only person in any room who can't stand Bohemian Rhapsody, so I was thrilled to be part of the majority who boo'd it down when somebody tried to bring it on. We had some kindred spirit metalheads who joined Malcolm and I trying to cover Disturbed's Inside the Fire. I've always been obsessed with that song, starting from when I was young and liked any song with my name in it, without realizing what the song meant. After that, somehow, I was the only one who didn't know The Bitch Is Back word perfect. I get it from Malcolm, his parents are huge Elton John fans, but where does everybody else dig up relics like that?
But the highlight of the evening was easily Vivian and Susan. Among nerds of a certain age, there are some pretty safe bets, and even if they hadn't seen much of the show, everybody recognized the opening song from Neon Genesis Evangelion. Unlike a lot of anime themes, which are carried a bit by nostalgic association with their show, Cruel Angel's Thesis is just a really good song that more than carries itself.
It's also a really fucking hard song to pull off well. Not least because it is completely in Japanese, it also requires very full, powerful vocals or it just doesn't sound right at all. Vivian and Susan nailed it. It had gotten pretty late, and we were all more than a little tipsy, so there was a stunned silence afterwards before we burst into applause.
Of course, that only made them hide their faces in embarrassment, which was adorable. Vivian fairly dove out of the way of the attention, sitting beside me and quickly grabbing more alcohol.
"That was amazing!" I told her, enthusiastically tossing an arm around her.
"Easy for you to say," she said in a small voice. "Any native speaker would—"
"Oh shut up with that." Nicole cut cleanly through Vivian. "That was awesome and you deserve credit for it."
"Yeah, check out David," I suggested. David sat between Malcolm and Sam on the last couch in the room. They'd been chatting there quietly for a while, but now, David beamed impressed appreciation right at Vivian. That had about the same effect as it had all during dinner, and Nicole and I exchanged a smirk watching Vivian's face instantly flip to delight. "So, care to explain why you two were the last to get here?" I teased.
I'm not sure if it's a testament to how comfortable Vivian was with Nicole and I or what, but somehow, this generated much less of the embarrassed flush from her that singing in Japanese had. Actually, in retrospect, her flush right then might not have been embarrassment at all.
"Oh my god Devyn! I'm such a slut." She giggled, casting wicked looks between Nicole and I.
"Well, that doesn't narrow things down very much," Nicole sarcastically observed, which redoubled Vivian's giggles.
"I'm gonna guess they got distracted by that antique store across the street," I matched Nicole's sarcasm. "It looked like they had some very stylish old shit in there."
"Nope! Guess again!"
"It had to have been that church, then. You saw the sign of the cross and you were filled with the urge to repent your hedonistic lifestyle."
"No! You guys..." She dropped her voice low and leaned in close to us. "We were having sex." Nicole and I each started saying something just as sarcastic as before about how obvious that was, but Vivian kept going in a rush. "I was going to make him cum in my mouth, but then he did it all over my pussy and panties and made me wear them here. Basically, I've been wearing his cum on my vagina all night, and it's got to be the sluttiest thing I've ever done! You wouldn't believe how hot it's made me feel this entire time. I can't take my mind off it, and every time I think of it, it's like a rush."
Nicole looked like her jaw was about to hit the ground, which was good because it meant I wasn't the only one. Looking tremendously satisfied, as if our reactions of disbelief were some kind of victory for her, Vivian got up and motioned David to join her for the next song.
"That was totally going to be my next guess."
For some reason, Nicole didn't believe me.
The singing slowed as the evening wound down. Conversations replaced karaoke, but eventually those slowed down too as all the food and drink took their toll. There were stifled yawns, hugs and promises to get together again soon as people said their goodbyes until, eventually, Devyn, Nicole, Vivian, and their partners were the last ones left.
Vivian gave Susan and Dean one final wave goodbye, then turned back to the remaining group and smiled to herself. Devyn lay sprawled across one of the couches, her head resting in Malcolm's lap like a pillow, her eyes half closed and happy contentment shining across her face as he played with her hair. She looked like a very large cat, especially with her collar nestled around her neck to complete the image. Maybe she should get her some cat ears? They would be so cute on her!
Directly across from them, Nicole had lain herself out to mirror Devyn. Her red hair fell in waves across Sam's black dress and dark stockings in an eye-catching way. It reminded Vivian of flames across a dark background, a bit like a campfire at night. Whenever Nicole turned or Sam shifted in her seat, it caused the hair to move and made it seem like the flames danced.
David was situated on the remaining couch between them. He'd been chatting quietly with Sam and Malcolm for most of the evening, but they'd spread out a bit as more space became available. That was pretty much exactly like her boyfriend. Just like he'd done with Devyn and Malcolm at Barcade, David had arrived amongst a crowd of people he had mostly never met, and immediately become everybody's friend. Vivian had been a little worried about how Sam might react to him. Malcolm was pretty much the only man Vivian had heard Sam say nice things about, but it seemed she might have made another exception for David.
"—shouldn't be thinking of them as fundamentally different," Malcolm was saying as Vivian joined David on his couch.
"But aren't they?" David asked.
"Yes and no. Really, Doms and subs are more similar with some differences than they are different with some similarities, if that makes sense."