#rickdicted

We eventually left the gym after playing around in the shower together for a little bit longer.  No fucking, just kissing and fondling.  I was melting in his arms and eager for more, but he said we needed to leave before the cleaning staff came.

He insisted on driving, said my car would be ok for the night.  He did let me move it so that it was closer to the entrance of the building and well-lit by the parking lot lights.  He laughed while I struggled to haul myself up into the passenger seat of his high SUV, then we drove off.

We hit a fast food restaurant drive-thru and he ordered without asking me what I wanted, probably because I was slumped in the seat, drifting into that stage of torpor of one who’s ingested too much alcohol in a short amount of time.  When he dropped the bags into my lap the smell of fried potatoes brought me out of my stupor and I immediately began shoving French fries in my mouth.  Rick laughed under his breath.

I gave him a “quit laughing at me” look, but did slow down my pace.  There’s something about French fries and having had too much alcohol — somehow your drunken brain knows that this is some kind of cure, or at least a band-aid, that will help soak up the remaining alcohol in your stomach and keep you from descending into an out and out coma.

Rick reached down into one of the bags and pulled out a burger.  He started to unwrap it, holding his elbows on the steering wheel, but I snatched it from him before we ended up in a ditch.  I unwrapped half of it, folding the wrapping back so it would catch any drippings, and handed it back to him with some napkins.  He wolfed it down and balled up the paper and popped it into the bag.  I ate mine at a slightly slower, more lady-like pace, but still finished it pretty quickly.  Lunch had been a very long time ago.

We continued to eat the fries in silence as he drove us into an older neighborhood close to the University that was all small- and medium-sized Craftsman bungalow-style houses.  I knew that a lot of faculty lived here.  His was a one-story with a small front yard.  He parked his Explorer in the garage and we went in the backdoor, I could hear a dog barking inside.  A small, brown lab-mix was waiting for us and rushed Rick as soon as he went in.  The dog was panting and barked at Rick, waving it’s tail and looking up at him adoringly for attention.  Rick leaned down and gave him a rough, affectionate rub.

”Hey, Morty, you — you ready to go out?”  He let the dog out into the backyard, then shut the door.  He turned to me and handed me the fast food bags.

”Take these into the den, babe.”  He took my gym bag, which I had slung over my shoulder, and disappeared into the back of the house.

I wandered into the den and sat down on the sofa, setting the bags down on the coffee table.  There really wasn’t much food  left—we’d devoured most of the fries like a pair of vultures at a fresh roadkill.  A ginger tabby cat was curled up on the back of the couch, sleeping.  I was kind of sobering up and beginning to wonder what I was doing there and what would happen next, when Rick reappeared.  He carried two open bottles of beer by their necks in one hand and a large glass of water.  He set the beers down then handed the glass to me, plus two pills that were curled into his fingers inside his palm.

“Take these.  You — you’ll be glad — you’ll thank me in the morning.”

I looked at the pills and eyed them with some suspicion—there’d been talk in the news about girls getting drugged up at bars.  Guys would drop something into their drink when they weren’t looking, then take them home and rape them.  But Rick and I had already screwed around...

”Wh-what?  You -- you think I’m gonna roofy you?  Kind of too late for that — you already did it for me.”

He had a point.  I popped the pills and swallowed them with about half the glass of water.

”Move it, Sum-Sum.”  He nudged the cat until it jumped off the couch with an offended meow and stalked off.  “Bitch cat...” he muttered.  

He sat down next me.  He leaned forward and picked up a beer, then sat back and put his arm around my shoulders with a comfortable familiarity.  It felt right, and I leaned into him, resting my head against his chest and closing my eyes.  I didn’t know how I knew, but everything about this just felt...right...

So often in the past I’d gotten myself into similar situations, drinking too much alcohol with a guy I barely knew.  Then the robot from that dumb 60s sci-fi TV show would pop up in my head:

“Danger, Will Robinson!  Danger!!”  

And that’s when I knew I had to get the fuck out of there, fast.  Fortunately that robot always appeared in my head just in time, would snap me out of my drunken, lustful state so that I could extricate myself from a bad situation.

But not this time.  No robots, no warnings in my head.  Just...a feeling of safe, easy...comfortableness...  I sighed and relaxed against him.  The alcohol was starting to kick in again, and I felt myself growing sleepy, enjoying the feeling of his arm around me, the warmth of his chest through his shirt and against my face.  I gave in to it.  All of it.

I heard the tv turn on to a local evening news program, then he turned the volume down low and let the remote drop onto the couch beside me before he put his hand around my arm again.  He began caressing my arm lightly with his fingers, playing up and down.  We sat there quietly for a bit, and my mind drifted off.

He leaned forward slightly and I heard him place his empty beer on the table and pick up the other one before he sat back again.  His hand resumed its slow caressing on my arm.

“Hey...”  He said softly, squeezing my arm lightly.  “You fallin’ asleep on me?”

“Mm—mmm.  I’m just...restin’ my eyelids...”  I sighed and turned my body more towards him and snuggled my head deeper against his chest.  Then I wrapped my arm around his stomach and snaked the other behind his back, clasping my hands together around his waist.

He chuckled, a low rumble that reverberated in his chest and against my ear.  He brought his hand up and lightly palmed my head, and I felt his lips as he softly kissed my hair.  Then he began lazily running his fingers up and down my back, lightly dragging his nails on the downward stroke, then slowly pulling the pads of his fingers with more pressure on the upstroke.

This was an unexpected side of him that I wouldn’t have thought existed.  Not after he’d been such an asshole to me from the moment I met him.  My sleepy brain decided to set this conundrum on the back burner of my subconscious to deal with later.  He drank his beer quietly and watched tv while I dozed against his chest, my mind hung somewhere in that half-wakeful state between a light sleep and a drunken fog.  The next thing I knew he was tapping me lightly on my head.

”Hey...sleepy head.  Time for bed.”  He stood up, pulling me to a standing position.  My eyes refused to remain open for longer than just a few second stretches and he led me by the hand down a hall to his bedroom.  I peered at the digital clock on his bedside table and was surprised that only 30 minutes had passed since we’d arrived at his house.  Time enough for him to watch the news and drink those beers.  Sleepily I pulled off all my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, then I climbed up on his bed and crawled under the covers, heedless of his reaction.

”Jesus..." He laughed.  "You’re a cheap, no frills date.”  He stripped naked and slid under the covers next to me.  “You don’t snore, do you, babe?”  He pulled me into his arms so that my back was flush against his chest.

”Don’t think so.  Next time, don’t get me so drunk so fast,” I mumbled into the pillow.  “I can be...lotta fun...I think...”

Chuckling, he pulled the covers over us, then tucked my head under his chin and wrapped his arms tight around me.

”I’ll let you know in the morning.”

”Mmm’k.”  I was past talking.  The last thing I remember was feeling him plant another kiss on my head, then I fell asleep.

*****

I woke up the next morning and realized with some panic that I was naked and in a strange bed.  I lifted my head up and carefully got up on one elbow and peered around the room in the predawn light, trying to place where I was, remember how I got there, and, most importantly, with whom...  A large hand gently pulled me back down against the warm body behind me...and then I remembered.

Holy crap, I'd slept with the racquetball coach!

I lay next to him in the bed, stiff with fear and uncertainty.  His hand caressed my breasts and my nipples tightened.

Traitorous bitches.  

"What's the matter, baby girl?"  He murmured into my hair, his voice gruff and low.

"I...have an early class..."  My mind was racing with how to get myself out of this situation.

"No...No, you don't,” he mumbled.  “I saw -- read your course list for the semester.  No classes today.  Just stay here."  He sounded like he was still half asleep and talking with his eyes closed.

Fuck.  It's not that I wanted to leave... I just didn't know how to handle this.  What was my next move supposed to be?  Was this going to be a quick fling for him?  I didn't know if I could deal with that -- regardless if I was going to have him as my coach for the rest of the semester.  I just wasn't ready for yet another drunken one night stand.  My mind was racing, worrying.

He grunted in amusement.  "The sober light of dawn.  Literally...  Baby girl, quit thinkin’ ‘bout it...”

It was like he was reading my thoughts!

He wrapped both arms around me and pulled me close to him, sighing deeply.  Like he wanted to go back to sleep.

”Come on, honey.  It’s early.  Let’s just...go back t'sleep...”  He began caressing my hip, lightly running his fingers across my skin.

It felt nice — non-threatening, soothing.  And that robot still hadn’t made an appearance inside my head...

Sighing, I closed my eyes and settled against him, enjoying the feeling of his fingers.

His hand continued its slow play on my hip.  Gradually the circle of his caress widened.  Down my abdomen, then back up — just under my breasts, then across and going down again, skirting along the of edge of my pubic hair.  Going everywhere and yet nowhere.  I lay there with my eyes closed, wondering if the next pass of his fingers was going to take him...No, not yet.  

I felt myself growing damp with excitement.  I didn’t notice that I was breathing quicker, or that my feet were sliding against each other a little and that my thighs were rubbing together just slightly.

Soon his fingers were ghosting over my nipples and they tightened into stiff peaks.  I held my breath, hoping he would...  I sighed with disappointment.  He didn’t.  Then I held my breath again as he reached lower on the next downward pass.  This time his hand was over my pubic hair, his fingertips oh, so close to my clit — I could feel the warmth radiating from his skin.  My hips tilted forward of their own volition, seeking his touch.  He hovered there momentarily, his thumb lightly stroking my skin at the edge of my pubic hair, then he continued along my stomach.  

I sighed with disappointment again, this time a little more audibly.  My butt rubbed back and forth against him as it settled back in place.  I didn’t realize how obvious I was being.  I thought my movements were subtle, small.  Hardly noticeable.

He kissed my shoulder.  His lips were soft, warm.  His breath on my skin sent goose bumps out over my body and I shivered.  This was nice!  Pounding and fucking were one thing, but this...this gradual, teasing build up...  There was something to be said for this!  I lay there in his arms, enjoying the sensations, the feel of his hand on my skin, the anticipation of what he would do next...

On his trip back up to my breasts he slid his whole palm around one breast, trapping the nipple between two fingers.  He cupped my breast in his large, warm hand and lightly pinched the nipple.  I moaned a little and shifted my body against his.  He pinched and rolled my nipple — not painfully.  Just to stimulate.  Then, too soon, he was moving on.

He reached down and stroked my upper thighs and without realizing I was doing it I opened my legs slightly, tilting my hips forward again, like an offering.

Which he ignored and returned his attention to my boring stomach.

Oh, God...  I thought I was going to explode with the sensations that were building up inside of me!  The eager anticipation of what he would do next.  He kept his hand on my stomach, tracing his fingers back and forth, holding his huge palm against my skin.  It was warm and strong, and I wanted his palm pressing against my clit, those fingers reaching into my pussy instead.  I sighed with frustration and rubbed my ass against him.  His cock was hot and huge and pressing up against me.

”Lift your leg, babe...”  He helped me raise my leg, pulling it back so that it was draped across his legs.  Then finally, finally, he reached between my legs and slowly began to play.  I jerked involuntarily when his fingers touched my clit.  I didn’t realize how swollen and sensitive it had become, and I made a soft noise, like a whine.  I bumped and ground into his hand, wanting more.

”Ssshhhhh..."   His voice was soothing and low.  "I’m gonna make you feel good, baby girl, yeah?  Take my time for you, make you wet and ready...”  Then his warm lips were on the back of my neck and shoulders, kissing and sucking, his tongue stroking against my skin.  

I thought I was ready for him, I knew I was.  I was throbbing with the need to have him inside me.  But he continued slowly stroking my clit with his fingers, circling, pressing.  I bumped and ground against his hand shamelessly, I couldn’t help it.  I was moaning and keening, over and over.  I wanted so badly for him to just fuck the shit out of me, quit fucking around, no pun intended...

Then he reached inside me with his thumb and pressed up against my walls, stroking, pressing forwards, trapping my clit in between and rubbing it hard with his fingers.  Suddenly a white lightening bolt of pleasure shot through me and I cried out as I came.  He gently pushed his fingers inside me and I felt hot spurts of liquid gush around his fingers as he stroked in and out.  My orgasm slowly rolled through me and I moaned and ground down into his hand.

”Oh, please...please.  I want you inside me...”  I realized I was begging but didn’t care.  None of my other partners had made me feel this way, made me cum so hard with just their fingers...To be honest, no one had ever really tried...

”Say my name...”  His voice was low in my ear.

”What...?”  My brain was foggy with the afterglow of the orgasm and addled by my lust.

”Say my name...say it...” 

”Ri-Rick...Rick!  Fuck me, please, Rick!”  I bumped against his hand and ground my ass against his cock.

He lifted my leg and pushed his hips forward.  I felt the soft, velvety head of his hot cock seeking my entrance and I reached down and guided him inside.  He thrust deep and hard and I cried out with a mix of pain and pleasure.  He was so huge, and I wanted to take all of him at once.  I ground down hard against him, squeezing my walls around him.

He grunted and grabbed hold of my hips, holding me still.  He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, sending more shivers down my spine.  ”Take it easy — go slow, babe.  Let’s make this a marathon, not a sprint...”

l laughed, feeling like the tables had been reversed.  Usually I was the one who wanted my partner to slow down, because I wasn’t ready yet, while they immediately started pounding into me like a horny rabbit, eager to breed.  Maybe this is why some women liked dating older men...

He kissed the back of my neck and started to slowly stroke in and out of me.  Holy God, it felt so good!  His cock dragged across my g spot.  Just like a heat-seeking missile, it knew right where to go.  I knew he wanted me to go slowly but I couldn’t help it.  I groaned and ground myself down into him with each inward push, then I’d squeeze my walls tight around him as he pulled back out.

”Christ, you’ve got a sweet, tight, pussy.  Fuck...”  I could tell he was struggling to keep a slow pace.  “Touch yourself, baby girl.  I wanna feel you cum on me...”

I wasn’t all that comfortable with touching myself while having sex with a guy, and I hesitated, literally growing still.

”It’s okay, baby.  There’s nothing wrong with it...”  He reached forward and slowly stroked my clit while he continued to move in and out of me, and I gasped at having the two sensations at once.  I squeezed down on him as hard as I could, reveling in the way his cock felt as it passed back and forth over that tight bundle of nerves while at the same time having my clit rubbed...Soon I was babbling with the need for more.

”Oh, God, Rick...You feel so...This just...It feels so good....Just...Don’t stop...Please...”  I ground down into his hand and rubbed against him.

”That’s it baby girl...Cum for me, yeah?  Cum on my cock.  I wanna feel you squeeze me tight.”

At those words I cried out.  The next thing I knew I felt like I was tumbling, falling off a cliff.  Lost in a free-fall of pleasure as my orgasm spread through every nerve ending in my body.  My walls spasmed around him over and over, sending more waves coursing through me.  My body shuddered and I gasped and whined, calling his name.  He’d taken his hand away from my clit and held onto my hips while he stroked me through my orgasm, making it go on and on.  No one had ever made me cum so hard and for so long before.

And yet he still hadn’t cum, himself.

”Good girl...” He kissed the back of my neck and held me close while my body continued to tremble with the aftershocks of my orgasm.  Then he took my hips, lifting me.

”Get up, baby.  On your knees for me...”

Still feeling weak and breathless, I got on my hands and knees, opening my legs.  He moved behind me, then gently pushed my shoulders down until I was resting in my elbows with my ass high in the air.

”God, you’ve got a sweet, round ass...”  He slapped one cheek lightly and I jumped, moaning.  He chuckled and softly rubbed the slap spot.  He stroked my cheeks, then slapped me again, a little harder.  I moaned and pushed against him.  

He chuckled.  “You like that, huh, baby girl?  We’ll save that for later...For now I just wanna fuck you...”

With one knee he spread my legs wider, then he reached forward and brushed my clit.  I moaned in anticipation and opened myself for him.  

"Christ, you're practically dripping for me, aren't you, baby girl?"  He pushed his cock against me and before I could even think about helping him he thrust deep inside me with a loud groan of pleasure.

”Jesus, you’re so hot and slick...”  Slowly he began to move in and out, opening me up.  But soon he picked up the pace, grunting as he held onto my hips, pulling me against him as he pounded into me, snapping his hips hard against my ass and driving deep enough to hit my cervix.  I cried out with each thrust as I felt myself building back up to another orgasm.  His fingers gripped my hips so hard, I knew I’d have bruises.

”Fuck, baby.  You’re so tight.  Aw, fuck, you feel so fucking good! Jesus Christ...”  His words trailed off as he grunted with each thrust.  

I bucked my hips against him, trying to keep up with his relentless pace.  But I couldn’t keep up with him and so I just dropped my head down to the pillow and gave in to the pleasurable sensations.  Soon I was moaning and sobbing uncontrollably with each thrust and crying out his name.  I couldn’t help the wailing sounds that were coming from my mouth.  They were almost animalistic in quality.  I was too lost in the buildup of another orgasm to care.

Rick groaned as he pounded into me, praising me and telling me how great I felt and how hard he was going to make us both cum.  I started spilling over into another orgasm and I cried out his name in a long keening wail as it washed over me.

”Oh, Christ, baby...Here I cum...  Fuck!  Fuckin’ fuck!!”  He thrust deep inside me, hard enough to hurt, holding his hips against me, his whole body shaking.  I felt his cock throb as he sent hot spurts of cum high inside me.  He stroked in and out, riding out his orgasm.  Then he pulled out of me and I moaned at the loss of fullness.  I slumped down to the bed, feeling like my bones had left my body.  He lay down beside me and pulled the covers over us, then he wrapped me in his arms and pulled me against his chest. 

“Ok, baby girl...”  He said somewhat raggedly.  ”Now...now we can — let’s go back t' sleep.  ‘K?”  

I sighed with deep contentment and drifted off to sleep in his arms.

She arrived home from an early shift, happy now that she was at the start of a scheduled five day break from work.  Rick was sprawled on her couch, watching tv, as usual, holding what looked like a tumbler full of whiskey on the rocks.  She plopped herself down next to him.  He handed his drink to her, grinning.  “Drink some of that, then get changed.  We’re going out.”

She took the glass and drank a few sips.  She was getting used to his abrupt travel plans, especially now that she knew more of the whys and hows.  She knew he was making shady deals and black market-type trades with other species on other planets, and that’s how he always had sufficient money to pay for all the set-up in the Smith’s garage, or for taking her out --- something he didn’t do nearly enough of, she thought on more than one occasion.  So, she wasn’t going to pass on this opportunity tonight.

“Great. What do I wear?”

He shrugged.  He was a man, what did he know or care about what a woman chose to wear to go out.  “It’s just a (urp) bar.  Any-anything will do…  Not your damn scrubs,” he added hastily.  Even though she no longer did bedside nursing care, she still wore surgical scrubs to work at the hospital.  “We’re going to meet some friends of mine.  Get drunk, play some (urp) play some pool.”  He sounded like he was half in the bag already.

She didn’t take too long to decide, Rick had never been very patient.  In the end she went with a stylized buttoned turquois top blouse, leaving the top buttons undone and showing a good amount of her cleavage; she wore a pair of hip hugging jeans and western-style boots.  They didn’t have much of a heel, she knew her feet weren’t up to wearing heels after standing all day, but these would still give her some height.  A little.

She came back downstairs and sat down next to him on the couch; his eyes smoldered when he stared down her blouse.

“Hmmm.  Or, maybe we could just stay here together, babe…” He pulled her towards him and nuzzled his face down into her cleavage, making obscene noises.

She giggled, pushing him away.  “Cut it out.  Let’s go.”

---

They stepped through the portal onto a quiet city street outside a bar.  He opened the door and ushered her inside the dimly lit tavern-style pub.  She stood for a moment, allowing her eyes to adjust.

It was long and narrow with a dark-stained oak bar along one side; a few booths and pub tables with stools ran down the other side. In the back were two pool tables with billiard lights hanging low over each of them, creating additional shadows which concealed a few bar tables nearby.  Otherwise, neon beer signs provided most of the light.  A blues guitar song with a heavy bass rhythm emanated from an unseen music player.

The place was fairly crowded and smoky.  Mostly human or humanoid type people, nothing squiggly or tentacled.  Just based on the seating set-up, it looked like it probably didn’t cater to many different types of aliens other than humanoid.  In the back she saw two men in the middle of a game at one of the pool tables.  The other pool table was empty.

Rick ordered two long neck dark beers for her and a double whiskey on the rocks for himself.  He handed one of the beers to her.  “Drink that.”  She took a few sips.  “Finish it.”

“What do you want me to do, belch all night?”

“Yeah---urp.  You’ll fit right in,” he burped loudly, grinning.

She finished off the first beer and he handed her the second.

“Let’s go.”  He gave her a gentle little nudge in the small of her back, then protectively left his hand there as he steered her to join the two men at the pool tables in the rear of the pub.  As they approached, she realized…she realized it was a couple of Ricks…

One was wearing a pair of worn blue jeans that fit snuggly to his lean frame; she couldn’t help but notice the significant bulge in his crotch.  He wore a tight-fitting black t-shirt that was roughly tucked into his jeans.  It showed off his pecs, and on each arm she could see the hint of a tattoo peeking below the snugly fitting sleeve which covered each well-defined bicep.  His blue-gray hair was wavy and longish and he sported a pair of dark sunglasses atop his head.  When he turned to look at them approaching she noted how his face was tanned and weathered by years of open road riding, with fine wrinkles at the corners of his piercing blue eyes.  He sported several days’ growth of beard stubble.

Watching them approach, he parked himself half onto a chair style barstool, one boot resting comfortably on the ground, the other hooked by the heel over the rung.  Picking up his beer and taking a sip, he placed one arm along the backrest of the chair and rested the other on the table, holding his beer.  Even in the dim light his eyes bored into hers and she felt an instant…connection, desire, need…Her breath hitched at the sight of him.

The other Rick was in the middle of making a shot on the pool table.  He bent over his stick and eyed the cue ball with a squint before hitting his shot with the sharp crack of colliding balls, sending his ricocheting just off the side of the pocket and back out into the middle of the poor table.  “Shit,” he cursed quietly.  Retrieving his beer from the other table he took a huge swig, then turning to follow the other Rick’s gaze, he saw Rick and her approaching.

“Hey-hey!  Loo-(urp)-ook who finally decided to make it!” he called out as they walked up.

“Eh,” grumbled Rick and pointed his head down at her, “Somebody was having trouble finding—she was having wardrobe issues.”  They stopped at the tall pub table with the other two Ricks.  Rick put a hand on her shoulder and introduced them to her as Rick and Rick.

The Rick who’d been making the shot stepped forward, placing a large hand on her shoulder. “Hey, you’re a real breath of fresh air around here.  Been getting sick and tired of just seeing this one’s old sour puss.” He bent down and kissed her affectionately on the cheek, “Call me Polo.”  Unlike the other Rick, Polo was clean-shaven and his hair was trimmed shorter.  He had a strong jaw with the hint of a cleft in his chin.  He was dressed in a pair of freshly ironed dark jeans with a dark brown leather belt and a deep blue polo-style shirt (of course, she thought to herself) that was tucked in.  He wore a pair of brown casual-style loafers.

His manner was outgoing and light, much different from her more gruffly-spoken and taciturn Rick.  She grinned at him and spontaneously gave him a hug hello.  He was gorgeous.  He looked like he could be a model for GQ; in fact, even though she couldn’t have known it, that’s what Rick liked to sometimes call him as a joke.  “Hi, Polo, it’s nice to meet you.”  As it usually did when she’d been drinking, her drawl had become a tad more prominent.

“And that’s Harley,” said Polo, indicating the other Rick sitting at the bar table.

“Hey, doll,” he nodded at her, but remained by his beer.

“We’re not quite finished with our game…Rick, it’s your shot.”  Polo moved away from the pool table and parked himself on a stool next to her, taking a swig from his beer while he waited.

Harley drained his beer before easing off his stool, then collected his pool stick from where it was leaning nearby against the wall.

“Watch this, angel, he’s one of the best,” Polo leaned down and whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Quickly and without hesitation, Harley ran the table, driving his remaining balls into pockets, then called the last shot and sent the eight-ball home.

“And that, my friend, is why (urp) I don’t play you for money,” said Polo, tipping his beer towards Harley in friendly acknowledgement before draining his beer.  He set the empty bottle down on the table with a pronounced thump.

“All right!  What’s the next game?  Are we teaming up?”

“Nah.  Think I’ll just watch,” said her Rick.  “Harley, take her, she could probably benefit from your experience and tutelage.  You two play against Polo.”  She looked at him sharply.  There was a hint of hidden meaning in his voice, but his eyes betrayed nothing.

“But wait!”  She exclaimed.  “I totally suck at pool!  I mean, I love to play, but it’s been awhile…” Like, over ten years, she thought.  She didn’t fancy embarrassing herself in front of everyone.

“No worries, doll.  Come here.  You know how to break?”  Harley set the rack down on the table and was placing the balls inside. “Come here, I’ll show you how to rack up the balls.”

Lifting his whiskey up to his mouth, Rick snorted unexpectedly into the glass before taking a drink.

“You gonna let her rack the balls and break?” asked Polo in mock annoyance.

“Shut up, asshole, she’s learning.  Now, doll, come here…”  Taking her elbow, Harley pulled her around to stand in front of him and pressed her slightly up against the pool table.  Then, leaning into her and looking over her shoulder, he reached around on either side of her and took her hands in his, guiding her to pick up the balls and position them in the rack.

“The eight-ball goes in the middle, the one-ball at the top, then you alternate stripes and solids everywhere else…”

She could hardly focus on what he was saying.  The heat coming off his arms and his hands wherever he touched her skin was electrifying, and the pressure of his cock against her butt made her weak at the knees.  She wanted to swoon against him.  Maybe he noticed because he shifted subtly so that he pressed against her just a little more closely, either to hold her up or tease her further with his bulge against her back.  When he finished, almost as a coup de grâce, his forearms just brushed against her breasts before he stepped away.  Next, he led her around to the other side of the table to show her how to break, picking up his cue stick along the way.

“You think she should use your stick?  It’s kind of big for her…” called out her Rick, not so helpfully.

Polo laughed loudly at that, and went off to buy another round of beer and whiskey.  Rick had identified the players early tonight; for this evening, at least, Polo could only sit back and be a bystander.

“Don’t pay attention to those assholes,” said Harley, his voice gruff but gentle.  “Come here, doll.”  He helped her pick out a pool cue from the selection on the wall, one that was more suited to her height, then showed her how to make sure that the tip wasn’t damaged.  Then, using the empty pool table, he showed her how to roll it to judge it for straightness.  Taking the cue ball from their table, he had her make a few practice shots on the empty one.  Standing beside her, he reached his arms around her to show her how to hold the stick, then bent her down over the table to line up the shot.  She could barely hold the stick properly, and was glad she didn’t scratch a groove in the felt.

Her Rick watched them from his seat on the bar stool with an amused smile.  The bemused expression on her face was one of half lust and half drunkenness.  He enjoyed seeing her look of discomfiture at Harley’s closeness and her inability to fight her growing attraction.  He could read her like a book, as always.

“Christ, aren’t you two done with your little private lesson, yet?”  Polo returned with a bucket full of ice with a half-dozen longnecks sticking out of the top and another double whiskey for Rick.

“Come on, doll.  Let’s put him out of his misery.”  Harley led her back around to the other table and positioned her for the breaking shot, then stepped away.  “Go for it.”  He reached into the bucket and pulled out a beer, using his bare hand to crack the bottlecap with a hiss.

She bent over the table and focused on the cue ball, not realizing that she was giving all three men a clear shot down her blouse and full view of her cleavage.  Taking a deep, steadying breath and desperately aware that they were all watching her closely, she closed one eye and took the shot, breaking at an angle.  The balls exploded apart and scattered across the table, the six-ball sinking into a corner pocket.

She stood up in amazement.  “Fuck, yeah!” then clapped her hand over her mouth.  The three Ricks burst out laughing.  Her next shot required her to bend over the table, facing away from the Ricks and giving them a fine view, and healthy appreciation for, her round ass.  Sitting further back in the shadows, Harley adjusted himself, grunting under his breath.

She missed the next shot and parked herself on a barstool and drank another beer while watching Polo and Harley take their turns.  Polo tried to claim that he should go twice, since he was playing against the two of them, but Harley wouldn’t let him get away with it.  The three Ricks taunted each other, gave each other unnecessary tips for the next shot.  Restless, she drank another beer as something to do, which was her usual mistake at times like these.

When it was her turn again, only one ball from each team and the eight-ball remained on the table.  She slid off the tall barstool and felt the world tilt slightly.  Her Rick noticed this and signaled for the waitress, speaking quietly to her.  She left for the bar.

She stood uncertainly by the table staring down at the balls, trying to line up her shot in her mind.  Harley came up behind her.  “Here, doll.”  He positioned her, then keeping his hands over hers on the stick, he bent over her to help her make the shot, sinking the ball.  Next, he called out the final shot to Polo then helped her to send the eight-ball home, finishing the game.

“Nice,” she said, standing up and turning around to look up at him.  “I couldn’t have done it better my- (hic!) self.”  She paused, feeling herself getting lost in his ice blue eyes.

Polo was a good sport and congratulated them from his position on a bar stool by the beer bucket.  He knew he’d lost more than just the game.  On this night, at least.

The waitress reappeared by her side at that moment, carrying a tall glass of ice water with a large lemon wedge inside.  “Here, honey, your boyfriend ordered this for you.”  She took it then paused, looking across at her Rick at hearing him described as her boyfriend…He winked at her, then called Harley over.

She drank half the glass in one go.  Across the pool table from her, she watched Rick talking to Harley quietly.  Harley looked over at her, nodding slightly as he listened.  He picked up his beer and drained it, setting the bottle down with a thump, then reached down and picked up an old black leather jacket that had been hanging on a barstool nearby.  He walked up to her and took her hand.

“Come on, doll, let’s get you some fresh air.”

She got off a questioning look towards her Rick, who nodded at her reassuringly and winked before Harley led her away to the front of the pub.  She hastily set her glass down as they passed by the bar.

Walking through the portal for the first time was an experience.  The brief swirl of greens obscuring his vision, the sizzle of electricity on his skin and buzzing in his ears, the tang of ozone burning his nostrils... None of it lasted for more than a microsecond, to be sure, but by the same token it seemed to last a lifetime.  He knew he’d never have that same experience again.

He stepped through into the den of an older house.  It looked to be out in the country, if the trees and fields visible through the windows were any indication.  It was late afternoon, and the setting sun sent golden fingers of sunlight stabbing through the trees.  He turned around to see Harley stepping through behind him, then the swirling green portal closed.  He wondered if there was a way to set it on some sort of timer, or delay...

”Have a seat.  I’ll get some glasses.”  Harley set the pizza box down on the coffee table then left the room.

Now Rick was beginning to feel uncomfortable with this decision.  In the middle of the night, back at his house — his dimension, he reminded himself — their physical attraction and kissing had seemed kind of...spontaneous and under wraps.  Now that he’d made the deliberate decision to carry it further, and here it was mostly broad daylight...

Harley reappeared with a roll of paper towels and two tumblers full of ice.  If he thought anything about Rick still standing in the middle of the room, instead of sitting down on the couch, he didn’t say anything.  He handed Rick a glass, and set his down on the table along with the paper towels.  Then he took off his leather jacket and lazily tossed it over onto a nearby recliner.  He sat down on the couch, just left of center, on one side of the pizza box.  Rick followed suit and sat on the other side.  He poured out two healthy measures of scotch while Harley flipped open the lid of the box.

They began eating, and Harley reached for the tv remote and turned it on.

Speaking around a mouthful of pizza, “Man, wait ‘til you get yourself set up with interdimensional cable.  There’s some seriously goofy shit out there.”

He flipped the channels around until he came to a show that looked like it was a knock-off of “The A Team” but with something that looked like an alligator for one character, and one Mr. T kind of dude who, instead of a Mohawk, had his Afro pulled into two huge ponytail balls on top of his head.

“Aw, man.  I love this — this show’s great.  This is it’s first season.”  He sat back with a pizza slice in one hand, his legs sprawled open in a comfortable man-spread, and rested his glass on his thigh.  Rick sat back and soon found himself engrossed in the program, and laughing along with Harley at the commercials in-between.  

After it ended Harley found a show that pit a car against a man, inside an over-sized boxing ring.  They watched the cars win 9 times out of every 10, laughing at the idiots who had their mutilated bodies hauled away when they lost.  

Harley produced a blunt the size of a small cigar and lit it, taking a deep drag and handing it over to Rick.

”This here’s from this planet...” he began, holding the smoke in as long as a possible.  “...their entire...whole economy is based on pot...” He exhaled the smoke and took a ragged breath.  “This shit’s like droppin’ acid and getting stoned without — there’re no bad trips...”

Rick accepted the joint and took an equally deep drag, then coughed slightly, expelling some of the smoke.  He handed it back with a sheepish grin.  “Been awhile...” he managed, without letting any more smoke escape.

The level of the scotch in the bottle quickly went down and half the blunt was gone.  Rick felt hazy and stoned, pleasantly drunk, and, yes, like he was trippin’ on some kind of good acid.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spent an evening just kickin’ back, drinking with another guy and watching mindless shit on tv.  Most men — most people — annoyed the fuck out of him.  Diane had long ago stopped inviting other couples over for dinner because Rick would either piss off or get pissed off by her friend’s husband.  They were all dumbshits, in his opinion, and he couldn’t be bothered to waste his time with them.

He felt a connection with Harley, a kinship, like some kind of brotherhood — with a hefty dose of sexual desire thrown in for good measure.

Harley flipped through the channels and found something that, based on the cheesy music and grunting and groaning from the characters, looked like it was some kind of alien porn.  Which Harley told him it was.

”Christ, man, I think I’m too drunk to fuck...”  Laughing, Harley let his head drop back onto the back of the couch and closed his eyes.

”Shit...I could never be too drunk...”  And he slid closer to Harley and stroked his cheek, causing the other man to open his eyes and lift his head to look at Rick.

Rick leaned in and kissed him, stroking his tongue across Harley’s lips, taking his lower lip in his teeth and pulling gently.  Harley groaned, opening his mouth, and Rick slipped his tongue inside.  Their tongues slid across each other, fighting for dominance, then Rick yielded.  Harley, it turned out, was a fucking good kisser.  He kissed and nipped his way down Rick’s throat, then sucked and licked his neck.  Rick’s hands gripped Harley by the arms as he reveled in these new sensations.  The feel of Harley’s unshaven skin scrapping against his own, the man’s lips and tongue assaulting his mouth, his neck.  He wondered if this is was how it felt for Diane...He pushed her out of his head.

They kissed and tongued each other, each exploring the novelty of kissing another man.  The stubbled skin over the strong jaw, the taste in their mouths of the whiskey and spices from the pizza.  The more aggressive style of kissing than what any woman would have.  Harley held Rick’s head in his large hands, holding him in place while he sucked and nibbled his lips, then opened his mouth and gave him another ball-jangling deep ass kiss, rolling his tongue around Rick’s mouth.

”Fuck...you’re fuckin’...you know what you’re doing, I’ll say that.”  Rick finally pulled away to catch a breath.

”Yeah, I kind of had to..I have to take my time with the ladies...most chicks can’t handle — can’t take me otherwise...”  Harley was equally breathless.

This comment intrigued Rick.  He was big, too.  When he and a Diane first met and started fucking, she couldn’t take all of him at once.  Had to cum a few times by Rick’s hand or mouth, or both, and even then she could still take only about three quarters of his dick.  He’d hoped that things would change after she had Beth, but there were complications during the delivery and Beth had to be delivered by emergency C-section.  They were advised against having any more children, and after some discussion Rick got a vasectomy.

His erection had been straining uncomfortably against his pants, causing them to tent.  Now was as good a time as any...He sat back and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and freed his erection.  His was already dripping with precum.

Harley did the same and Rick’s eyebrow went up slightly at the impressive erection that jutted out, deep red and shiny with precum collecting around the head and running down the shaft.

“I can see where — how some chicks may have a problem with that...”  Spontaneously, he leaned down and licked the precum running down the side with a long sweep of his tongue which brought him to the tip.  

Rick took the head in his mouth and sucked, tonguing the slit and swirling it around.  He knew it would taste salty - he’d tasted his own before, out of curiosity.  But this was different — there was also a muskiness, a sort of manliness.  It was arousing, stimulating, and sent a jolt straight into his cock.

“Man, you don’t have to...” Harley had begun, then interrupted himself with a deep groan of pleasure.  His hips jerked forward and he reached down and threaded his hands into Rick’s hair.  “Christ...aw fuck...”  His closed his eyes and dropped his head onto the back of the couch.  He gasped and groaned while Rick took his time blowing him.

Rick tongued and sucked him off, pumping his hand along the shaft and twisting as he came up.  With his other hand he fondled Harley’s balls, then with one finger he stroked the sensitive skin between his ass and the base of his sack. For a man who said he’d never fucked another guy before, Rick gave head better than any woman Harley’d ever had — paid or otherwise.

”Jesus...fuck...”  With effort Harley made himself pull Rick’s head up to make him stop, and Rick released his mouth with a soft pop that drew another gasp of pleasure from Harley’s mouth.  “Man, I’m gonna cum if you keep doin’ that...”

Licking his lips and wiping his chin, Rick laid back against the couch.  He lifted his hips and pulled his pants down to his thighs to expose more of his genitals.  “Trade off, then.”

Harley took a deep swig of scotch — Dutch courage?, wetting his whistle? — then he bent over Rick’s crotch and engulfed his cock in his mouth without hesitation.  Rick reflexively bumped his hips up.  Whether intentional or not, the coolness left behind by that drink of whiskey combined with the warmth of Harley’s mouth was an incredible sensation.  He’d have to remember to do that when it was his turn again.  Harley’s head bobbed up and down while he stroked around Rick’s shaft.  He  cupped Rick’s balls, stroking and massaging them.  Rick reached down and grasped Harley’s head to guide him while fighting the urge not to thrust his hips up into his face.

”Stop...stop...”  Rick finally managed in between groans.  “You’re making me — I’m gettin’ ready to blow my load and I don’t want to cum just yet.”

”Round two in the bedroom, then?”

”Yeah, yeah...let’s go...”  They both stood up and pulled their pants up slightly, then Harley led the way to the back of his house where the bedroom was.  "Actually, if you count my house, this would be round three..."

Harley laughed.

They broke away from their kiss, both of them breathing heavily.

”Christ...I...”.  Rick struggled to form his thoughts into words.

”Ya wanna fuck, right?”

”Yeah...But I’ve never...”

”You’ve never fucked a guy before...” Harley finished his sentence for him.  “Me neither, man.”  He laughed, a low easy laugh, heavy with irony.  It made Rick both feel more relaxed and comfortable while sending a tremble of excitement through him.

”Shit...this is...this is fucked up...”.  Rick groaned and sat back against the couch and scraped his hands over his face, noting his 5 o’clock shadow and wondering if Harley had found it as stimulating as Rick had when he felt his.

”Where’s your Diane and Beth?  Upstairs sleeping?”  It was the first time for them to come up in conversation all night.

”My...I’m sorry, how did you call them?  ‘My Diane and Beth’?”

“Yeah.  Most Rick’s have a Diane and a Beth.  Not all, though.  I don’t...”  He looked away while he took a huge slug of scotch.

His actions told Rick that this wasn’t a good topic of conversation right now.  If ever.

”They’re at — she took Beth and went to her folks’ for the weekend.  Might be an extended stay.  I don’t — she didn’t say when she was coming back.  Things haven’t been so great between us...lately.”  Now it was his turn to take a drink in a bid to drop the topic.

“Well...”. Harley looked around the room, noting how it bore the obvious signs of a woman’s touch with its air of family and domesticity, then he turned back to Rick and looked him up and down.  “Let’s go back to my place, then.  That is, if you want to...to explore this further...”  He put his hand on Rick’s shoulder.

“Yeah.  Yeah, I do, actually...”  Rick laughed, suddenly feeling more at ease with the situation.  Somehow he couldn’t see himself having sex with this man in the same bed that he slept in with his wife.

”Good a place to go as any, for your first portal trip.”  Harley stood up, picking up the bottle.  “Mind if we take this scotch?  It’s some good shit.”

”Sure.  It’s my father-in-law’s anyway.  Fuck ‘em.”

Just then the doorbell rang and Rick jumped, startled.

”Easy, man.  It’s the pizza, remember?”

”Shit, I totally forgot...”  Rick went and paid for the pizza, then came back, holding the large box uncertainly...Did he bring it with them?  Would it travel through the portal?

”Bring that pizza, too.  I’m fucking starving.”  Well, that answered that.

Rick scribbled a hasty note to Diane with a vague mention of a sudden out of town trip to see a friend.  He didn’t know if she’d believe that or not.  He didn’t really have any friends...

He realized he didn’t care what she believed.

Harley traded him the bottle for the pizza so he could operate the gun.  He gave Rick the coordinates to his place in his dimension and Rick entered them into his gun, excitement coursing through his veins.  His first portal trip, finally!  As to where he was going, and why, well...that...he felt his dick growing hard again.  Well, that was going to be that.

Rick aimed the gun at the wall and fired it, then stepped through the swirling green mass without hesitation, without so much as a backwards glance.  Harley followed on his heels.

Sitting on his bike in the secluded quiet of the woods, Harley held her in his arms while she cried, soothing her with murmurs and soft sibilants whispered into her ears until her sobs gradually slowed to hiccuping sighs.  He stroked her back slowly and ran his hand softly through her hair, kissing the tears on her cheeks until she was quiet, the storm passing.  She sat still in his arms with her head against his shoulder.  Finally, she leaned away from him to look into his eyes.

”Thank you for that.”

He smiled, “Anytime, honey.”  He caressed her cheek, wiping away the remaining streaks of tears with his calloused thumb.

”I’m sorry.”

”What for?”

”I don’t...I’m not really...”  She stopped, biting her lip, searching for words.  “I don’t understand exactly what's going on here. What I’m...Look, who are you?  All of you?”  She pulled away from him and slid down to the ground and stood a few steps away from him, arms folded across her chest.

”Who?  Me and Rick?” He frowned.  Didn’t she know?  Hadn’t he told her?

She realized she was getting angry, her voice rising in volume.  “Yes.  I mean, I know I’m not the brightest star in our little constellation here.  I’d just like someone to tell me what the fuck all is going on.  Is my ex going to show up next?  Round out this little party?”  She was pacing now, surprised that she was getting herself worked up, but went with it.

”Your ex is gone, honey,” he said quietly.  He swung one leg over the seat and stood, moving closer to her.  She backed away.  He stopped, holding his hands palms out.  Peace.  

“What do you mean, ‘He’s gone?’  Did Rick, did he...”  She laughed nervously.  “Did he kill him?  Because that, that would just be fucking ok by me, you know?  I kind of don’t want him portalling back into my life, if you get my drift.”  She continued pacing back and forth, running a shaking hand through her hair.

“He’s not comin’ back.  He’s never going to hurt you again.”

She stopped in her tracks and covered her face with her hands, standing with her back to him.  Her shoulders shook silently.  

“And you and Rick?  And Polo?  Are there more of you?  Is...is...could there be another version of my ex out there, too?”  She bit her lip and turned to look at him, her voice tinged with a hint of anxiety.

”Look, I don’t know what all Rick told you...”  He began.  Clearly not enough, the fuckwad.  “There are multiple dimensions, timelines, as it were.  You and Rick came from one.  He brought you to mine...”  He trailed off, not knowing how to proceed.  He hadn’t expected to be the one to explain this to her — thought she already knew about all this.  Things were not going how he’d expected at all.

She began pacing angrily again, punctuating her words with angry gestures.  “So what does that mean for me, now?  Is my ass just gonna keep getting passed around the galaxy?  He’s gonna pimp me out from one Rick’s dick to the next?  ‘Rick’s Texas Bitch: For a good time, call...’”  Her voice dripped with angry sarcasm and she laughed without an ounce of humor, turning to face him.  She looked terribly hurt and was dangerously close to tears again.

On the one hand, she felt used and taken advantage of, but on the other hand, she liked this man, liked them both.  Neither one of them seemed like complete assholes.  An asshole didn’t hold you while you cried your heart out.  Or get stuck listening to you complain about your ex husband for two hours, giving you a back rub with a huge boner all the while, sitting on your half-naked body without once making a move on you.  Neither one of these activities didn’t exactly strike her as foreplay material by someone looking for a quick fuck.  Last night definitely hadn’t felt like a one-night stand.  He had been so tender, so considerate of her needs.  Just like her Rick.

Her Rick...  Suddenly she felt very tired, like her mind wanted to shut down, stop thinking.  Stop trying to make sense of everything.  She stood with her shoulders slumped, staring down at the ground.  She looked defeated and broken.  

Harley felt like an absolute shit.

”I wanna go home,” she mumbled.

Harley felt his heart sink.  “Sure thing, if that’s what you want, doll.”  He stepped aside so she could get back on the bike, but instead she came and wrapped her arms tight around him, hugging to him with her face pressed against his chest.  He held her close, stroking her back and kissed the top of her head.  Several minutes passed as they stood there in a tight embrace.  He soaked it up, this would probably be the last time he’d ever hold her.  She mumbled into his shirt.

”Hmmm? What, honey?”  He tipped her chin up and kissed her softly.

”I want to take a nap.  I just...  I don’t want to think anymore right now...  Then l’ll cook, fix us something for dinner.  Do you have anything other than bacon and eggs?”  She smiled tiredly up at him.  “That can’t be good for your cholesterol.  And I’m going to need some more clothes, and other things...”

He laughed, kissing her again.  “Sure thing, doll.  We’ll get you fixed up.”

She stirred, the foot massage penetrating into her subconscious.  He squeezed her foot gently and she opened her eyes.

“Hey, doll.”  He said quietly with a small smile of tenderness and something else in his eyes.

She smiled, still sleepy, and stretched slightly but didn’t pull her foot away.  His hand was warm and his touch felt wonderful.  She felt the usual answering pull deep inside that a foot massage always seemed to do for her.  She remained silent and stared at him then looked away, her eyes troubled, as she tried to work out her thoughts.

She didn’t really understand all this.  The Ricks.  They were obviously different men, yet they were the same.  Was her ex a “Rick” as well?  He must be.  It was confusing.  She tried to get a handle on what was going on, where she stood in it.  Was Rick, her current Rick, handing her off?  Passing her around?  He’d gotten her pretty tipsy last night, then kind of left her to Harley.  She should be mad, but she realized that she liked this Rick, a lot.  She didn’t think she wanted to go back, not right away at least.  Wanted to stay and enjoy the moment.  It felt so peaceful here.  As if she’d left a world of troubles and worries behind.

Which she had, literally, but that’s not exactly how it felt.  It felt like the things that had happened to her with her ex, she’d thought she could push them down and forget about them.  But they’d always stayed hidden beneath her consciousness, like a dark, unseen shadow hanging over her…  And she was always afraid to think or talk about those feelings, or what had happened, even with her Rick.  Now that she was here, she felt safe, and everything wanted to come bubbling to the surface of her psyche and get addressed, then banished, once and for all.  She wished her Rick was here, too.  She wanted both of them with her.

She turned back to Harley, her eyes sad.

“When do I have to go back?” she asked him quietly, finally putting words to her thoughts.

“When do you have to get back to work?” he asked, even though he knew.

“Five days, four, after today.”

“Then, you can stay here five more days, if you want.”  He continued rubbing her foot, an easy smile on his face.

Her face visibly brightened.  She smiled, then it immediately drained away.  What about her Rick?  How would he feel about that?  She felt like she was cheating on him…  But he was the one who’d brought her here, set her up with this Rick…

He watched her face, knew what she was thinking.  He didn't want her to go back, but it had to be her decision.

“L-l-let’s go for a ride, you can think about - think it over.”  He released her foot, stood up.  She stood up more slowly, stretching.  Being with him on the bike, letting her mind mull over everything while they rode along, that was appealing.

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He took her down the back country roads, narrow blacktopped lanes that seldom saw vehicles.  No speed, no thrills.  Just an opportunity to have the sensations of the roar of the bike and the wind in her hair and face be a distraction while her mind wandered and she came to a decision.

She rode behind him, sometimes turning her head and pressing her wet check into the back of his shirt to absorb the tears that ran down her face.  Occasionally he felt her small frame shake with a suppressed sob, and he’d reach down and hold one of her hands with his.  This was more than just deciding to stay a few more days...

Soon she was crying uncontrollably and he pulled into a small grove of trees and parked.  He re-positioned himself in his seat so that he was facing her.  She looked at him, her face streaked with tears and her eyes full of misery and sadness.  It broke his heart.

“Come here, honey...” he reached for her and pulled her down into his arms and held her tight while she cried and cried.

After she and Harley left the pub together, Rick portalled back, directly into her house.  Even though it was his idea, it had taken more effort than he’d expected to let her leave with Harley.  Watching them disappear into the night gave him a hollow feeling.  Somehow going back to her empty house was better than being alone in his room.

He poured himself a large tumbler full of whiskey, then taking the bottle he went and sat on the couch in the dark and turned on the tv. Her black cat, her favorite, jumped up next to him, purring and rubbing itself against Rick’s hand where it rested on his leg holding the whiskey.  This one seemed to like him more than the other cats, had kind of adopted him pretty much from the beginning.  It always showed up when he was over.

He moved the glass to his other hand, then absentmindedly began stroking the cat lightly.  Purring loudly, it curled up next to him and went to sleep.  Rick changed the channel to some stupid crap and muted the tv, then sat there and slowly got drunk, petting the cat.  Tried not to think about her in Harley’s arms and failing.  He didn’t think he could stand this, wondered why he had even thought this was a good plan.  

If she wasn’t going to talk to him about the abuse she suffered at the hands of her husband, then why the hell would she tell a total stranger?

Because Harley wasn’t, really.  That was the whole point.

Sighing, he drained his whiskey and put the empty glass down on the coffee table with a clunk, making the cat jump off the couch with a startled hiss.  He grabbed the whiskey bottle by the neck and climbed the stairs to her room.  He peeled off his clothes in the bathroom then took the bottle with him into the shower and drank deeply while hot water cascaded down his shoulders and back.  He set the bottle on the shelf and reached for her bar of soap, then slowly began to lather himself.  The rich citrus scent filled the air, filling his brain with images of her, memories of making love to her, fucking her.  

He wrapped his fingers around his huge cock and stroked himself slowly.  He played through his memories like a film.  He watched each one while running his hand up and down, pulling his palm across his sensitive head over and over.  Rubbing along the sensitive frenulum with his thumb, he reached down with his other hand and cupped his balls, fondling them.  His mind took him to tonight, watching her with Harley, and he began to stroke faster, more urgently.  His moans filled the shower, echoing off the tiles and he braced himself against the wall with one hand.  His head hung down in concentration as his other hand pumped faster, almost painfully so.  He imagined the two of them together, could hear her cries as she came.  His hips jerked and he came hard with a hoarse, angry shout.

“FUCK!”  His cum shot out in long, ropey spurts, hitting the tile wall.  He continued to stroke, pumping himself dry.  Shaking, head down, he held himself up against the wall with both hands and watched bleary eyed as his cum slowly slid down the tile.  The water grew cold as it continued striking his back and ass and he turned around and slapped it off.  Drunk and still dripping, he collapsed naked in her bed and pulled her pillow up against his face.  He took a deep breath, inhaling her familiar scent, then fell asleep, snoring deeply.  

Her black cat jumped up onto the bed and curled up next to him silently, a sentry in the night.

******

Before sun-up the next morning she awoke from a deep sleep to the sound of dogs barking, and her eyes popped open.  Suddenly she remembered where she was, and with whom, and she stiffened, half expecting her Rick to come bursting angrily into the room.  Strong arms tightened protectively around her as Harley held her against his chest.

Sleepily, he murmured into her ear, “S’just the paper, honey...Not Rick…”  His warm breath tickled and she shivered, snuggling closer to him for warmth.

He reached for the down comforter and retrieved it from where it had slithered half off her side of the bed, pulling it back up over them.  Trailing his hand under the covers, he caressed her breasts, feeling her nipples tightening, before holding her comfortably across her stomach.  He slid one long leg up between both of hers until his muscular thigh pressed against her pussy, still wet with his cum and her juices, then gently bumped her with it a few times.

“Go back t’sleep or I’ll fuck you s’more,” he whispered gruffly in her ear.

She giggled, then she closed her eyes and fell back to sleep in his arms.

*******

Several hours later, the smell of fresh-brewed coffee and frying bacon drifted into his subconsciousness.  Stirring, he rolled over and opened his eyes.  The bedroom was fully lit with sunshine.  It was well past the time he normally woke up.  Sighing, he sat up and dropped his legs over the side of the bed and sat with his feet resting on the floor.  The day would’ve probably been a wash as far as him getting any work done, anyway.  Yawning loudly, he rubbed his eyes then stood up, pulling on his jeans.  He went and took a leak and brushed his teeth.  He felt pleasantly tired from a night of lots of fucking and little sleep.  Barefoot and shirtless, with his jeans zipped but unbuttoned, he wandered out into the kitchen to see what she was up to.  Apart from making breakfast.

She was standing in front of the cabinet by the stove, reaching high above her head and trying unsuccessfully to get to a large bowl on an upper shelf.  Her back was to him and she was wearing his shirt from the night before, her black lace panties exposed by the raised hem of the shirt.

Walking silently up behind her, he slapped her lightly on the ass then gently squeezed it, simultaneously reaching over her head to get the bowl and hand it down to her.  She yelled in surprise, nearly dropping the bowl.

“Sucks being short, don’t it?”  He grinned down at her.  He helped himself to a piece of fried bacon from a plateful on the back of the stove and munched into it before leaning down and kissing her on the cheek.

“Hmmm.  Mornin’.”  He went to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup.

“I tried to find the sugar---” she began.

“Don’t need it.”

“---or some milk----”

“Don’t want any.”

“---so, then I found some arsenic and used that instead,” she finished, sounding pleased with herself.

He choked mid-sip, looking sharply at her and coughing.  She winked at him.  “Next time let me finish my sentence.”

“Damn, woman,” he said, still coughing.  “Y-Y-You like to start the day off hard on a man, don’t you?  Come on, I-I’m old.  Don’t do me like that.”  He went and collapsed into a kitchen chair, still coughing and laughing.  “Come over here, doll,” he finally managed.

“Hey, I’m the one who just got snuck up on and hit on the ass, and you’re talking about me giving you a hard start to your day?”  She walked over and he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her soundly on the lips.  “How do you like your eggs?” she asked him.

“However you want to make them, doll,” he answered promptly, grinning at her.

-----

They’d finished breakfast and were lying on opposite ends of the couch, sharing the light blanket across their legs.  He was reading the paper and she was dozing with one arm bent across her face covering eyes, her lips parted.  With one foot on the ground, the other leg he had stretched out on the couch under the blanket and was absentmindedly rubbing his foot lightly against her side, gently squeezing her with his toes.  She mumbled in her sleep and shifted slightly, her muscles tensing as echoes of a disturbing dream mirrored on her face.  Quietly, he set the paper down and reached under the blanket and began lightly rubbing her foot, watching her while she slept.  She relaxed, sighing.

Last night was not as spontaneous as she thought.  It had culminated after several weeks of discussion, if no real planning on his own part.  Her Rick had approached him, met him several times at the pub, like they usually did.  They were old friends, to be sure, had fucked around together, including Polo and with some other Ricks, but they’d never really shared a woman.  This is the first time Rick had ever actually proposed something like this to him.

Well, it was the first time Rick, any of them, had seen her in their lives.  When she’d told Rick that her parents had chosen to have her instead of following the doctor’s advice and getting an abortion, and that she’d unexpectedly been born without any medical or mental problems… Well, like Rick had told Harley, it explained so much.  Because, otherwise, she just didn’t seem to exist anywhere else, not in this condition, at least.

However, Rick still hadn’t told her that yet; didn’t want her to know yet.  He had only recently introduced her to portalling.  And this was her first time to be around other Ricks.  She wasn’t aware that there were other dimensions where she did, or as the case usually was, didn’t exist.  No, better to not let her know about any of that, yet.

Instead, Rick was still trying to get her to face what had happened to her during her marriage with the other Rick.  Ricardo.  He wanted her to get it out, talk about it, instead of carrying it around locked inside forever.  He could see how it was tearing her apart inside.  She had nightmares, tossing and turning in her sleep, mumbling, crying out, saying her ex’s name, sweating the sheets up with fear.  Rick would hold her, soothing her with soft kisses until the dream passed and she relaxed in his arms.  She never mentioned the dreams, apparently didn’t even realize she was having them.  

But he could never get her to tell him the things Ricardo had done to her that still haunted her.  Even after that evening when she lay beneath him on the couch and spilled most of her guts, this other part of her history she still stubbornly kept to herself.  He’d wondered if it was an unconscious part of the psychological trauma or was she too afraid, or ashamed, to talk about it?  The few times Rick had asked her about the scars on her back and elsewhere she’d stiffened up, literally, saying, “He did that,” but refused to elaborate.

And to top it off, Rick himself had screwed up.  He’d leave, take off and do his own thing without telling anyone, like always.  But she didn’t know him well enough, didn’t know that this was how he was, who he was, that he always came back, would come back to her.  She had no idea, of course, that he’d gone looking for her in other dimensions.  Wondering why he hadn’t heard of her with any other Ricks.

After she told him about her ex he left to go looking for the asshole. Tracked him down, then sent him portalling back to his own dimension with no way to leave it, get back to her.  He could see that after each “disappearance” she’d withdrawn from him a little bit more.  Still happy for his company at her place, having incrediblly hot sex.  But he didn’t know if he could ever regain her full trust again to talk to him, like she had before.

Then, when she mentioned the idea of multiple partners, literally saying she wanted multiple Ricks without even realizing at the time that it was possible…  It presented a solution for him.  For them both.

Rick knew her, understood her better than she did herself.  He could read her like a book, from the moment they met.  He knew that she would be attracted to Harley's easy-going nature.  Rick was confident that she would accept him, maybe even trust him enough to talk about what happened.  Thus, he’d reached out to Harley with a proposal.  Meet for drinks, a few rounds of pool.  If she was interested in him, then Harley was welcome to take her out and show her a good time.  If it led to anything more, then he had Rick’s blessing, such as it was, as difficult as that was to do.  So, Harley had agreed to meet her, sight unseen, a blind date as it were.

Most Ricks were notorious lotharios, and if that weren’t bad enough, since most of them were assholes, they would screw each other’s sister out of spite if they only had one, or better yet their mother, if she were still alive.  Rick reaching out to Harley over this had shown uncharacteristic trust for a Rick, and faith in their friendship and in each other’s character.  One never knew where something like this might lead, even with the best of intentions.

But Rick had forgotten about all the hearts involved.  Forgot that he still had one himself.

Now, here Harley was, stretched out on the couch with Rick’s woman after an incredible night of fucking.  And it still wasn’t over yet, unless she decided it was.

Now, I know that all y'all have been to The Citadel before, but not me.

Today was THE day, after so many months of me whining and pleading, bitching and moaning.  My Rick was finally taking me to The Citadel.  Ever since he first told me about it, my mind had played with all sorts of ideas of what it must be like to walk those streets, surrounded by people who all looked alike.  What was it like for him, I'd asked on more than one occasion.  What would it be like for me, I'd wondered to myself...  I thought he was the hottest thing on 2 legs, hands down, so...

Honestly, I didn't know if I would be totally fucking turned on, or kind of bored by them all -- I highly doubted this last option, but something I must have said early on had made him rethink the whole idea.

He'd grumbled about it so much, immediately regretting his initial hasty agreement to think about it, back when I'd first asked.  Ever since then he'd done everything he could to try to dissuade me, make me change my mind.  He brought up Mortytown so much that now whenever he did just I rolled my eyes in boredom -- the last time he did I had asked him if he was afraid of a bunch of homeless Mortys, and that had pissed him right the fuck off...

He was even meaner than usual to his own Morty for awhile after that.  Poor kid didn't know what he did wrong.  I almost felt sorry for him.

Finally, we were on our way there.

"...Fucking sick of hearing your shit, you whining on and on about this..."  He was grumbling in between sips from his flask as we rode along in his space car.

I ignored him and eagerly watched the stars and planets fly by in the distance.  Occasionally I'd look down at the screen on his digital map, tracking our course across the galaxy.  We'd been travelling for several hours and it still seemed hopelessly far away.  I'd asked him why we didn't just portal there.

"N-n-need to bring some shit back with us," was his cryptic reply.

I sat in the seat, practically twitching with anticipation.

"And don't you -- don't you fucking go wandering off, either.  L-L-Like you did on Pothulon III.  They were ready to throw your ass in prison for trespassing."  He gestured angrily with his flask, annoyed at the memory.

I had to admit, that wasn't one of my finer moments on our list of adventures.  Apparently trespassing on that planet is an offense punishable by life in jail.  Rick had had to do some pretty fast talking to get me out of it.  They'd scanned my DNA before I left, and now I can't ever go back -- or to Pothulon IV, either.  I'm blocked, or something.  I wouldn't even be able to step through a portal without getting immediately destroyed in an explosion of dust, imploding from the inside out by whatever device they have programmed into my genetic code.  At least that's how Rick explained it.

Seemed a little extreme to me, for accidentally walking on the wrong side of the street on the wrong day of the month.  It's not how I would treat visitors, I'd said.  Cripes, even here in the winter, if you parked on the wrong side of the road on snowplow days all they did was give you a ticket....

He'd growled at me to shut-the-fuck-up and shoved me into the portal window he'd just opened, right in the middle of the court room, then immediately followed behind me.

So, now at last, he was taking me to The Citadel.  I'd owe him so many blow jobs after this, he'd promised me on more than one occasion, that my jaws would ache when I'd finally "paid" off all my debt.

I wanted to tell him that my jaws already ached every time after I gave him a blow job, but I knew he wouldn't care.  It would probably stroke his hyper-inflated ego instead.  He loved hearing how big he was.  Is.

Oh, y’all know what I mean....

I shifted a little in my seat, thinking about his huge cock and feeling my pussy get swollen and damp.  His eyes glanced sideways in my direction.

"Watchya...watchya got goin' on over there, huh, baby girl?"  He always immediately knew whenever I was horny.  I swear I think he could smell it or something.

"Nothing..."  I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of always knowing.  Let me try to do some seducing on my own, for once...keep some mystery left in it.

He reached out with his long arm and caressed my thigh.  His hand was warm and it sent tingles straight up inside me.  I squirmed a little bit.

"Come -- come on over here, baby.  Why don't you let me -- let Daddy help you out with that little problem you have there..."  His voice had dropped to that seductive purr I loved, and I closed my eyes and moaned, rubbing my thighs together.

He slid his fingers higher up under my skirt, the tips ghosting along my panties -- which were soaking wet, of course.

"Mmmm...you -- you're wet, baby..."  He stroked me up and down and I closed my eyes and moaned louder, spreading my legs further apart for him.  I heard the sound of his belt and pants being undone and looked over at him.  He was using his knee to hold the steering wheel in place while freeing himself from the confines of his pants with the other.  His cock was huge and red, and he started stroking himself slowly, his fingers running up over the plush head.  A huge bead of precum had formed and I licked my lips while I watched him.  I wanted to lean down and take that huge dick in my mouth and suck him dry.

"Come on, baby.  Come on over here.  I've unleashed the beast, why don't you come on and give it a ride, huh, baby?  Daddy'll make you feel real good..."

I lifted up and started to swing myself around across the seat, intending to straddle him so that I would face him, but he stopped me.

"No, sit on me so I can fuck you from behind..."  He reached out with both hands and effortlessly carried me the rest of the way over.  I splayed my legs on either side of his, hanging onto the steering wheel to hold myself up.  I felt him lift my skirt and pull my panties down to my thighs, then his hands were on my hips and lowering me down onto him.  I reached in front to help guide him inside and he lifted his hips and slowly pushed in while simultaneously gripping my hips and pulling me down on top of him.  I gasped -- he always hurt me at first, if I hadn't cum beforehand.

"Ssshhh, ssshh...baby..." His lips were against my left ear, making my skin tingle.  Gently he pulled me back until I was laying against his chest, then he cupped a large palm to my head and tipped it back until it rested on his shoulder.  He kissed my face then put his hand back on the steering wheel.  With his other hand he reached around my front underneath my skirt and started to play beneath the material, slowly rubbing my clit in circles.  I moaned and shifted, grinding down on him a little.

He kissed my cheek again and whispered, "Mmmm...Is that -- is that better, baby?  Is Daddy making you feel good inside?"

"Oh, yeah, Daddy....Baby feels soooo good..."  I slowly ground myself down on him, rolling my hips backwards and forwards.  He continued to slowly stroke my clit, now with more pressure.

"Tell me, baby, tell me what Daddy's doin' for you, hmmm?"  He loved for me to tell him how great I felt when we made love, how good he was to me.  And he was.

He was hands down the best lover I'd ever had.  He could be such a total asshole at other times, but when it comes to sex, he always made sure I felt good, took care of me first.

"Oh, Daddy...you're making me feel so warm inside.  Your cock is so full, it's just filling me up.  I wanna squeeze you hard and make you cum inside me..."

I started clinching my walls around him, but as usual it was starting to make me get worked up faster than him.  He was always better at holding himself back, could make himself last longer for both of us.

"I can feel you...feel your cunt, baby...Are you close, baby?  Are you gonna cum for me?"

He started rubbing his fingers across my clit, working it with more pressure, harder and faster.  I cried out as my hips jerked against him and I felt fresh wetness between my thighs.  I started lifting myself up then grinding down on him, hard, tilting my hips back against him so that his cock stroked across that bundle of nerves high inside me.  Soon I was panting and whining, on the verge of orgasm.

I cried out, "Oh, RICK!  Don't stop!  I'm so close...SO CLOSE!!!"

He continued to stroke my clit fast and hard, and I came, crying out his name and shuddering, my juices flooding out of me and coating his cock.  I collapsed back against him, sweaty and panting.  He kissed my neck and whispered into my ear, praising me, telling me how hard I came and how great it felt when I came on him like that.

Then he gripped me around the hips with both hands, his fingers digging bruises into my skin.  I hitched my breath, knowing what would come next.  He tensed underneath me briefly, then began pounding hard up inside me while simultaneously pulling me down onto his lap.  Slamming us together over and over, making me cum on him again, squealing and sobbing.  Then he came with a hoarse cry, thrusting high inside me one final time, holding my hips in place while his cocked throbbed and poured cum in hot spurts.

I was still coming down, gasping and panting, my body straddling his, when he grunted and shifted underneath me and slipped out.  A thick gush of cum followed and got onto my skirt and I moaned.

"What a mess!  I can't go walking around The Citadel like this..."  I lifted myself off of him and quickly pulled my panties back up, trying to catch the rest.  I got myself back over to my seat and sat down carefully, feeling myself squish a little bit.

He laughed at me while he tucked himself back in.  His pants were a wet mess, too.

"Yeah, we're kind of -- we kind of got ourselves steered off course there.  We should probably stop for the night, anyway, babe.  I'm not done with you yet.  I know a place -- there's an asteroid with a motel close to here.  You don't need -- they don't require reservations.  You can even stay longer than an hour -- all night, if you want."

He caught my worried look and winked at me.

"D-D-Don't look at me like that.  It's nice, baby.  I promise."