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Chapter 3
Simon was in the process of blowing out Alvin's candles when Jeanette entered the living room. Hearing her approach, he whipped round and said hastily, 'All these petals and candles and things are Alvin's, not mine.' There followed an awkward pause, and then, 'Oh, not that I don't... I mean...'
'I understand,' said Jeanette, with a reassuring smile. 'You aren't responsible for the romantic clichés around the place because you didn't think I'd engage with them, and you were right. All I need is you, Simon.'
Simon blushed furiously. 'Well, thank you, I...'
'Simon,' said Jeanette. 'Why are you so nervous?'
'I don't know,' said Simon. 'I guess finding Alvin here has sort of... wrong-footed me.'
'You were supposed to find me here,' said Jeanette, her smile falling suddenly into a frown of self-reproach. 'I'm so sorry, Simon! I remembered, and I was so determined to be on time, but I only realised my watch had stopped after I'd looked at it three times and it still said nine-fifteen!'
'It's quite all right, Jeanette,' said Simon.
'No, it's not,' said Jeanette. 'Now I come to think of it, I kept believing in nine-fifteen on my watch last night! There's no excuse for being that ditzy... not when something matters so much that you have to get it just right. Simon, this is really important to me.'
'It's really important to me too, Jeanette,' said Simon.
'I was going to have a nice picnic ready for you,' Jeanette went on. 'And then I was going to suggest eating it on the balcony, but...'
She didn't need to go on; Simon knew perfectly well that the balcony was off the bedroom, where at that moment (though neither Simon nor Jeanette knew precisely this) Brittany was slinking in from the bathroom, naked except for the cap covering her cervix.
'I was going to give you an early birthday present,' said Simon. 'I mean... I still am. It's right there, on that side table. Um, here,' and he rushed across the room, picked up the covered item and held it out to Jeanette.
'Oh, Simon!' said Jeanette.
'It's something I've made for you.'
'That's so sweet! I think I'd better put it back on the table to look at it, hadn't I?'
'Oh, yes, of course. Here, let me.'
Simon took the object back from her, placed it on the table again and finally whipped away the delicate blue cloth with a flourish.
'Oh, Simon!' Jeanette said again, with double the delight, as she found herself looking at a three-sided box furnished as a rustic Victorian bedroom. 'You didn't go to all the trouble of making that for me!'
'I certainly did,' Simon said eagerly. 'I mean... it was no trouble at all. I enjoyed it. Here, take a closer look. Can you tell what it is yet?'
'Yes, I can,' said Jeanette. 'It's Cathy's bedroom, from Wuthering Heights! I can see where you've scratched her name on the wood in tiny letters!' Indeed, true to the book, Simon had scratched over and over again on the perfect one-in-ten scale ledge: Catherine Earnshaw, Catherine Heathcliff and then Catherine Linton. 'How did you get in so much detail, Simon? I didn't think you were interested in that book! Or only as schoolwork, anyway.'
'Well, you're essentially right about that,' said Simon, 'but I know how much you've been enjoying it, and I'm very interested in you, Jeanette.'
'Oh, Simon...'
'And, well, when I read the description of Cathy's bedroom I just had an urge to make you a scale model. It is to scale, you know. I found it thoroughly absorbing, getting the measurements right.'
'There's Mr Lockwood's candle,' said Jeanette, delighted.
'I made that from scratch,' said Simon. 'It's not a birthday candle or anything like that.'
'And there's where he smashed the window and the ghost grabbed his hand.'
'Yes, that break in the glass is quite deliberate.'
'And here are her books!' said Jeanette, carefully picking the top one from a pile of paper miniatures beside Mr Lockwood's candle, on the ledge where Cathy had scratched her name. Jeanette read aloud, '“Catherine Earnshaw: her book”!' She then opened the miniature volume and looked inside. 'Oh my goodness, you even wrote the words in teeny-tiny writing! That must have taken you... Simon, this is just...' She put the tiny book back, ever so carefully. 'I don't know what to say!'
'You've said plenty already,' Simon said modestly, managing to look unbearably bashful and puffed up with pride at the same time.
'I haven't said thank you,' said Jeanette, and she flung her arms around his neck. 'Oh, thank you, Simon! I promise, I'll be incredibly careful with it. I'll never touch it again. I'll put it under a glass case and only ever go near enough to just look.'
'You must do with it as you see fit, Jeanette,' said Simon. 'If any part of it should get broken, just let me know and I'll fix it with pleasure.'
'Oh, Simon...'
'Oh, Alvin!' came Brittany's voice from below, like a distorted echo, and suddenly Simon and Jeanette were very aware of the increasingly loud sounds of lovemaking beneath their feet.
When Brittany emerged from the bathroom, all of the candles in the bedroom had been lit and Alvin was lying absolutely naked on her bed, surrounded by rose petals and sporting a semi. He was on his side, propped up on his elbow with his hand supporting his head, in the classic seductive pose. He grinned at Brittany when he saw her, and she responded by jumping onto the bed, rolling Alvin onto his front and exploring his back and shoulder blades with her lips.
'I liked this when you did it for me yesterday,' she said. 'I didn't get to explore this side of you very much, did I?'
'Mmm, feels nice,' said Alvin, wriggling a little as his cock stiffened and strained beneath him.
'For me too,' said Brittany, as she kissed her way down his spine and began caressing his buttocks with her fingers. 'You have a really cute butt.'
'Why, thank you, Brittany. Ooh!' he added, giggling, as she nipped his right buttock with her large central incisors.
'Was that too hard?' asked Brittany.
'No,' said Alvin. 'I like that.'
'Cool,' said Brittany, and she nipped his butt a few more times before moving back up to kiss the nape of his neck.
Very soon, Alvin wanted to look at her and use his hands, so he shuffled over onto his back. As he moved, Brittany's erect nipples brushed against his skin, and she sighed at the sensation shooting down to her pussy. She leaned down and kissed him passionately, covering both of their faces in a cascade of silky hair. Trailing her hand down his abdomen, she found that his cock was now fully erect, and she began caressing it gently. Alvin moaned through their kiss and then pulled out of it, pushing the back of his head into the pillow, to ask, 'I don't guess you're that near ready, huh?'
'Why don't you see for yourself?' said Brittany, and she rotated a hundred and eighty degrees so that her open thighs and pussy were looming over Alvin's face. He breathed in the intoxicating smell of her juices, then rolled onto his side in an effort to get closer to the delicious aroma. Brittany was surprised but in no way perturbed to feel Alvin's right leg coming to rest across her shoulder blades, and when she felt a slight pressure there, she obliged him by lowering her front half and lifting her buttocks and pussy higher into the air.
'Is that better for you?' she asked, giggling as she felt Alvin's nose snuffling against the prepuce around her vagina, now pink and swollen and slick with her juices.
'It's the smell,' said Alvin, panting heavily. 'It drives me crazy.'
In an effort to control himself, he let his left arm drop beneath him so that his upper body flopped back down onto the bed. He kept his leg across Brittany's back, lightly pinning her down, as he reached up and traced the ring around her vaginal opening with his forefinger. It was at this point that Brittany cried out, 'Oh, Alvin!' loudly enough to be heard upstairs. Then, as Alvin continued to finger her tingling prepuce, she squealed and gasped and pressed herself against his hand when she wanted him to increase the pressure.
'Reminds me of that song,' said Alvin, breathing heavily as he lay beneath her with pre-cum dribbling from the tip of his rock-hard cock.
'What song?' gasped Brittany.
'Johnny Cash, “Ring of Fire”.' He was only just intelligible, with the words travelling on his ragged breaths and reaching Brittany's ears through her squeals, but she heard all right and laughed.
'Well, it burns all right,' she said breathlessly. 'I think we're both ready now, Alvin.'
She began rising from her elbows onto her hands, pushing against Alvin's leg on her back, so he moved it out of her way. He was just wondering whether she wanted him to mount her as he had the day before, when suddenly he found that she was above him once again and nudging him onto his back. He went willingly, and let out a loud cry as Brittany grabbed his penis in her hand.
He began thrusting his hips, waiting for her to guide him into her pussy, but instead she began by circling the head of his cock around her burning ring of fire. She kept a firm grip on his shaft and held it as still as it would stay while rotating her hips to create the motion, moaning loudly as she felt his slick cock-head gliding over her sensitive patch of skin. Alvin moaned too, his cock twitching madly in her hand.
'Okay,' said Brittany, as though in answer to the movement, and they cried out together as she guided his cock towards her opening and then lowered herself onto it.
Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back and her mouth open as she rode his cock, while he watched her expression of ecstasy and her breasts bouncing as she moved. He reached behind her and squeezed her buttocks, then trailed his fingers to the front of her body, and finally reached up to cup her breasts. When she felt his thumbs graze her nipples, she squealed shrilly as the feeling in her pussy intensified, and put both her hands over Alvin's to keep them in place. She increased the speed of her movements, pushing her pussy against his balls and pubic bone and her breasts against his palms, occasionally catching enough breath to pant out 'Alvin!' as his cock twitched and jerked inside her.
In this position, they came screaming together, Brittany's vagina squeezing reams of cum from Alvin's cock while her uterus and ovaries fluttered inside her. When they had both quite finished, Brittany collapsed onto Alvin's chest; he wrapped both arms around her and kissed the top of her head lingeringly.
'I love you, Brittany,' he said.
'I love you too, Alvin,' she mumbled against his shoulder.
They lay like this for a minute or so, until Brittany had quite recovered, at which point she rose onto her elbows and said, 'I didn't say, did I? I love what you've done with the candles and the rose petals and everything.'
'Yeah?' said Alvin, his face breaking into a grin.
'You know I love romantic gestures, darling.'
'Yeah, I do know that. I was planning to have some romantic music playing when you arrived, but... well, you know.'
'I understand,' said Brittany, and she kissed him.
Moments later, when their tongues were well and truly entwined, they heard Jeanette calling from above in plaintive tones, 'Um... hello? Brittany? I need to use the bathroom.'
Brittany pulled out of the kiss and climbed off Alvin, calling, 'Help yourself, Jeanette!' She then threw some of the bedspread over Alvin's lower half, scattering the rose petals that had not already been pushed to the floor, and she was gathering up his clothes when Jeanette appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
Of course Jeanette thought nothing of seeing Brittany strolling around with nothing on, but when she glimpsed Alvin on the bed only half covered, she squeaked with embarrassment and dashed into the bathroom.
Brittany dumped Alvin's clothes on the bed and, still quite naked, sat down at her dressing table and picked up her hairbrush. Alvin lay back and watched her for a minute, finding it very erotic to see her grooming herself after making love, but he took it as a sign that they had finished for now and agreed that this was sensible. He got out of bed and, instead of putting on his clothes, offered Brittany his sweater and then tied the bedspread around his waist in such a way that it just barely covered the key areas. Of course this was for Jeanette's benefit, and Alvin was absolutely oblivious to her pink cheeks and averted eyes when she reappeared from the bathroom. He flashed her a friendly smile as he walked past her, then called up the stairs, 'Simon! Have you finished up there?'
'Have I finished what?' Simon called back irritably.
'Whatever you were doing, of course!'
'Alvin, you're the one whose activities require the absence of other people!'
Brittany, now adequately covered up in Alvin's sweater, came to the foot of the stairs and wrapped both her arms around Alvin's waist. 'Come down and talk to us if you want to, Simon!' she called, as Alvin slipped an arm around her shoulders.
Simon came downstairs and looked expectantly at Alvin.
'What shall we do now?' Alvin said simply.
Simon stared at his brother, taking in the sight of him barely wrapped up in the bedspread and with his arm around Brittany, while she clung to his waist looking adorably dishevelled in his sweater.
'What shall who do now?' Simon asked warily.
'The four of us,' said Alvin. 'I mean, if you've finished...'
'Well,' said Simon, 'I think we've finished – haven't we, Jeanette?'
'Oh yes,' Jeanette agreed, still looking anywhere but at Alvin. 'We've finished all right.'
'I thought maybe you guys'd like to watch Twister,' said Alvin, 'since I brought it.'
'You mean you went to the video store again?' said Brittany.
'Yeah, I did,' said Alvin. 'I had to return The Cable Guy, and a new movie's something to do, right?'
'Yes, it is,' said Simon. 'Well, I guess we could do that.'
'Should we maybe call Theodore and Eleanor?' asked Alvin. 'I wouldn't want them to feel left out.'
'No,' the other three said at once, and Alvin looked round at all of them in bewilderment.
'Whoa,' he said. 'What do you three know that I don't?'
'It's only because you were here so early, Alvin,' said Brittany. 'The rest of us saw Theodore and Eleanor going out together. Eleanor said they were going to start with an early lunch and then see what else they wanted to do.'
'Yeah,' said Jeanette, 'and I looked at my watch and thought, lunch at nine-fifteen...?'
'Theodore said very much the same thing to me,' said Simon. 'I got the impression they planned to spend the whole day together.'
'Well, that's great!' said Alvin. 'I guess Theodore feels a little bit confident right now, huh?'
'You know what?' said Brittany. 'I feel a little bit hungry right now!'
'I'll fix us something to eat,' said Alvin, and he gave Brittany a squeeze before letting her go and taking a step towards the staircase.
'Oh, no, I'll do it,' said Jeanette, scampering ahead of him. 'Then you guys can get dressed.'
'I brought a bunch of really good stuff, Jeanette,' said Alvin. 'Just pick out what you want, okay?'
'Okay,' said Jeanette. 'Thanks, Alvin.'
'Very generous of you,' added Simon, raising his eyebrows.
'So what?' said Alvin. 'Aren't I always generous?'
'I think,' said Brittany, giving him a light slap on the butt, 'something’s put you in a generous mood, Alvin.'
At this, the two of them went giggling back into the main body of the room, so Simon turned away and went back upstairs. He found Jeanette in the kitchen, examining the contents of the fridge. When she heard Simon enter, she turned to him with a smile and said, 'It looks like Alvin didn't bring much roughage – I don't guess he was thinking about a balanced meal. But I think I could make us a romantic dinner salad from what's in the vegetable drawer, just for an appetiser.'
'A romantic dinner salad, huh?' said Simon, smiling. 'Well, that sounds wonderful.'
'I don't want Alvin to be offended if I don't use any of his stuff, though,' said Jeanette, and she began rummaging through the grocery bags whose contents did not need to be refrigerated. Then, 'Ah!' as she plucked out a toothpaste-style tube of something. 'Maybe this would make a nice dressing.'
Simon looked at the item that Jeanette had found, quite ready to say he was sure it would be lovely. Then he did a double-take, whisked the tube out of her hand and said, 'Actually, Jeanette, I don't think this would be good on salad.'
Theodore and Eleanor made their way home in the early evening, walking side by side at a leisurely pace and sharing a packet of Reese's Minis. When they reached Eleanor's front door, Theodore handed her the packet and said, 'Here, Eleanor, you take the last one.'
'Oh no, Theodore, I want you to have it,' said Eleanor.
'But I want you to have it,' said Theodore.
Eleanor broke into a grin. 'Tell you what: we'll share it,' and she picked the last miniature peanut butter cup out of the packet, stuck it between her front teeth and pushed her face invitingly towards Theodore's. Giggling, he leaned in and bit off the exposed half of the confection; Eleanor then closed her lips on his and they shared a long, chocolatey, peanut buttery kiss.
'Well then,' said Theodore, smiling bashfully as they drew apart. 'Goodnight, Eleanor.'
'Goodnight, Theodore,' said Eleanor, and she went into the house, her eyes lingering on him until the door had closed between them.
That night, Theodore dreamed of Eleanor lying naked on his bed while he ate Reese's Minis off her voluptuous body. In the morning, he remembered that there had been one Mini on each nipple, one on her navel and another that he had sucked from an opening between her thighs. He remembered next that Eleanor had at one point been lying on her front with a Mini on each butt cheek, though there had been no boring transition period of turning over and reaching for the Reese's packet. That made six Reese's Minis but, thanks to the wonder of dream logic, Theodore was sure that he had consumed at least twenty himself, and rolled another twenty from his own tongue onto Eleanor's.
As Theodore was bunching up his pyjama trousers and looking doubtfully at his sheets, Alvin said from his own bed, 'Again, Theodore?'
'Alvin,' said Simon admonishingly. 'Remember what we said about that?'
'I don't mind, Simon,' said Theodore.
'You don't?' said Alvin.
'No,' said Theodore.
'Well, in that case,' said Alvin, 'can I make a suggestion?'
Theodore turned and looked at him with a furrowed brow. 'What kind of suggestion?'
'For if you don't want to wake up in a lake of jizz every morning,' said Alvin.
'Oh, that,' said Theodore, and turned back to his bed.
'Oh, what?' said Alvin.
'You're going to say I should jack off every night before bed.'
'Well, yeah, I was going to say that. And in the mornings, if you feel like it.'
'Sure, Alvin,' said Simon, breaking off from tidying his bed for a moment to look over his shoulder at Alvin. 'And maybe just after you get home from school, and around lunchtime on weekends. We all know how much time you spend jacking off.'
'It's good for you,' said Alvin. 'Better out than in, right?'
'It doesn't always work, though, does it?' said Theodore.
Alvin looked at him. 'What?'
'For keeping the sheets clean.'
'Oh... yeah, that. Okay, no, not always.'
'Anyway,' said Theodore, 'I kinda like having the dreams.'
'Yeah?' Alvin sat up in bed and settled himself, cross-legged and leaning on his knees, for a long conversation. 'That good, huh?'
'Alvin,' said Simon, 'we have school today.'
'Oh, school!' said Alvin, scowling as though he had tasted something sour, but nonetheless he threw off his bedclothes and stomped into the bathroom.
The girls' birthday was on Wednesday. They opened their presents before school, and after school they had cake (lovingly baked by Theodore) with Miss Miller, Dave and the boys.
On Friday night, they were going to have a party with all their friends from school. This was to take place at Dave's house, as his living room was bigger than Miss Miller's and Alvin had insisted that they needed plenty of space. When Dave got home on Friday afternoon, he found out the reason for this.
'Looks like you guys are setting up for a concert,' he said, when he found the boys carrying musical instruments and speakers into a corner of the living room. Theodore's drum kit was not among the equipment, but Theodore was bringing in a bass guitar when he said, 'Just a little one, Dave.'
'We're singing the Chipettes a song,' Simon added.
'That's nice,' said Dave. 'Just one song, huh?'
'We're guests at the party, Dave,' said Alvin. 'No one expects us to work tonight.'
'Our one song is a birthday present,' added Theodore, and then Dave understood.
'That's really nice of you, fellas,' said Dave. 'I'm sure the girls will love it.'
'Unless Jeanette starts protesting that Simon shouldn't give her another present,' said Theodore.
'What I gave her on Wednesday wasn't even really a present!' Simon protested, not for the first time, to anyone who would listen. 'It was just so she'd have something from me to open on the day!'
'Right,' said Alvin, 'nothing like a present! Hey, you guys,' he added, looking at Dave and then Theodore, 'has Jeanette let you see Simon's scale model yet?'
'No,' said Theodore and Dave together.
'I don't know if she's planning on taking it out of the treehouse,' Simon told them. 'She's afraid of dropping it. I guess you could go and see it there like Alvin did, if you really want to. But it's nothing very much,' he added awkwardly.
'It's awesome,' said Alvin, startling Simon with a hearty slap on the back. 'I think you should've let everybody see it before you took it out of the house, Simon.'
'Why?' Simon asked irritably. 'Who, of the three of you, has even the smallest interest in Wuthering Heights?'
'We're interested in you, Simon,' said Dave.
'Well,' said Simon, still irked by Alvin's remarks but touched by Dave's, 'that's nice of you, but still, it was a present for Jeanette.'
'I understand, Simon,' said Dave, with a reassuring smile. 'Nobody wants to share everything.'
When he heard this, Alvin understood too, and threw Simon an apologetic look. Simon gave a never-mind look back to him, then they returned to their instruments and started tuning up.
When the Chipettes arrived, each headed for her own particular Chipmunk and flung her arms around him, leaving Dave and Miss Miller to welcome the guests as they arrived.
'You look really beautiful, Brittany,' said Alvin, as they pulled out of their hug. 'As always. And you wore this!' he added, breaking into a huge smile as he fingered the necklace he had given her two days earlier.
'Of course I did,' said Brittany. 'I love it, Alvin. And I love you!' Then she kissed him.
'Is it okay with you that people saw that?' asked Alvin, when the kiss was over.
'Of course,' said Brittany. 'Not forgetting that two of those people are Simon and Jeanette – they've seen almost everything!'
'Yeah,' said Alvin, laughing with her. 'Well, that's great, because I think we should go public.'
'Oh, darling, you do?'
'Yes. And it's a good thing you want that too because... well, you know.'
In fact Brittany didn't know precisely what he was saying, as he was being deliberately evasive, having almost given away the little concert he and his brothers were planning. The couple then danced together to Dave's CD player for a few minutes, until Brittany noticed that Jeanette and Eleanor were greeting their other guests and thought she had better join them.
'Alvin,' she said worriedly, before she left him, 'am I one of those girls who ditches her friends for her boyfriend?'
'I don't know,' said Alvin. 'I don't think so. I mean, your social life is mainly us and your sisters anyway, isn't it?'
'Yeah, I guess it is,' said Brittany, looking around the room at the members of the drama club, the chess club and the cheerleading squad who had come to honour her and her sisters' birthday. 'Come to think of it, I don't think I'm really real friends with any of these people.' Then, 'Amber, hi!' as she approached the nearest cheerleader and flung her arms around her. 'I am so glad you came!'
Alvin smiled indulgently at her retreating form, then rounded up Simon and Theodore and said, 'I guess this is a good time to sing the song.'
'I think you're right,' said Simon. 'All the guests have arrived, and nobody's gotten bored or silly yet.'
'Alvin!' Theodore said suddenly, in a tight little voice, and clutched at Alvin's sleeve. 'I'm nervous!'
'Nervous?' said Alvin. 'In God's name, why?'
'Because,' stammered Theodore, 'what if Eleanor doesn't... I mean...'
'She does, Theodore,' said Simon, giving his little brother's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 'Come on, let's do this.'
They crossed the room to their instruments, and Simon positioned himself behind the keyboard while Alvin picked up the electric guitar and Theodore picked up the bass. Once they were all in position, Alvin switched on his microphone and tapped it to attract everyone's attention. When he had it, he said, 'We're all here today to celebrate with three very special ladies and, well, we wanted to let them know in our own way just how special they are to us.'
All three Chipettes had begun to look touched and sentimental the moment this short speech was begun; when it was over, Alvin and Theodore started strumming the intro to 'Annie's Song', then Simon joined in on the keyboard and they all began to sing:
'You fill up my senses
'Like a night in a forest,
'Like the mountains in springtime,
'Like a walk in the rain,
'Like a storm in the desert,
'Like a sleepy blue ocean,
'You fill up my senses,
'Come fill me again.'
As they sang, most of the guests paired off to dance to the music, while the Chipettes watched and listened with expressions of sheer rapture on their faces. The song continued:
'Come let me love you,
'Let me give my life to you,
'Let me drown in your laughter,
'Let me die in your arms.'
The boys then divided the next three lines between them.
'Let me lay down beside you,' sang Theodore, and the audience had no idea that he was or had been at all nervous. Nor was there the slightest hint that there had been some discussion as to whether this line was more appropriate for Alvin to sing to Brittany; however, it had eventually been decided that Eleanor would not be offended or read too much into it, as both Simon and Theodore would feel much more comfortable if Alvin took for his solo the penultimate line of the verse.
'Let me always be with you,' sang Simon, smiling at Jeanette.
'Come, let me love you,' Alvin sang, and he exchanged an intense and soulful look with Brittany.
Then the three sang together, 'Come love me again.'
There followed a short instrumental section, a couple of refrains, a repeat of the first verse and then the song was over. Dave, Miss Miller and the Chipettes clapped and cheered appreciatively; the other guests politely joined in, but within moments one of them had started another CD playing so that the dancing could continue.
The Chipmunks decided to take their instruments out of the room in case any of the party guests forgot their respect for other people's property, and stacked the speakers neatly in the corner, as they were too cumbersome to move just then. Alvin then went looking for Brittany and found her outside, leaning on the front gate. He went and slipped his arms around her waist, and was glad to feel her lean into him as she made a small sound of approval.
'You okay?' he asked.
'I don't know when I've been happier,' said Brittany. 'I just came outside because it's so hot tonight.'
'You're so hot tonight,' said Alvin, and he began kissing her neck, making her sigh in appreciation.
'Thank you for the song, Alvin,' she said. 'I loved it. We all did.'
'We hoped you would,' said Alvin.
Brittany turned in his arms and kissed him.
'Let's go to the treehouse and sleep over,' said Alvin, 'like you wanted to a week ago.'
'That sounds wonderful,' said Brittany. 'Oh, by the way, I asked Jeanette about my eggs and she said it only made sense that I'd keep making more. So I feel better now.'
'You didn't feel better when I said that,' said Alvin, trying and failing not to sound put out.
'No, not much,' said Brittany, 'but Jeanette managed to explain. She told me about how testicles and ovaries start out the same in the womb before they develop into one or the other, so if my ovaries – well, hers too – have evolved to spit out their seeds on orgasm like a guy's balls, then they should really be making more for next time, also like balls. Because they're the same basic thing, see?'
'That's exactly what I was thinking,' said Alvin. 'I just couldn't put it into words like that!'
'Jeanette used a lot of way bigger, more scientific words,' said Brittany. 'I found those particularly reassuring – I just can't remember them now. She also said we can't be a hundred percent sure without all kinds of complicated – I don't know – lab equipment and stuff. But I'm taking a chance on her being right because, do you know what I am a hundred percent sure about, Alvin?'
'Us?' said Alvin.
'Very good – good guess,' said Brittany, smiling. 'And that's all I want to focus on right now.'
In the treehouse, Brittany's single bed was just big enough to hold two chipmunks comfortably while they slept after their lovemaking. When morning came, Alvin took a mere moment to enjoy waking up with Brittany beside him – just long enough to kiss her shoulder and hear her murmur 'Darling' as she shifted – before hurrying to the bathroom. When he returned, Brittany had just sat down at her dressing table and was picking up her hairbrush. Alvin went over to her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and said, 'Let's not get up yet, honey.'
Brittany, though his touch had her shivering with lust, said, 'I don't think I should leave my diaphragm in for another six hours.'
'Well, that's okay,' said Alvin. 'We can do something else.'
'Oh yeah, I guess we can,' said Brittany, giggling as Alvin bent down to sniff and nuzzle at her neck. 'In that case, then, I'll just go take it out.'
Alvin stepped back and Brittany made her way to the bathroom. She used the toilet, took out her diaphragm and gave it a rinse, then caught sight of herself in the mirror and decided to groom herself just, as she thought, a little. To Alvin, though, it seemed to take a very long time; when she finally returned to him, he was sprawled on his back and falling asleep.
'Hey!' Brittany launched herself onto the bed so that she was lying on her front alongside him, and began trailing her fingers down his chest and abdomen. 'This was your idea, remember?'
'Mmmm,' murmured Alvin.
Brittany's first instinct was to get annoyed with him, but she overruled it. He must have been tired after the party and then all the sex, but she was sure that if she found the right way to remind him of his own suggestion, he would wake up willingly enough. The answer, she thought, was obvious: she reached down and spread her palm over his flaccid penis.
'Whoa!' said Alvin, waking up at once, along with his cock and balls. 'Jesus. Did I fall asleep?'
'For a little while,' said Brittany. 'You must've been tired.'
'So must you have been.'
'Yeah, well, I splashed some water on my face.'
'Oh yeah, you were taking hours in the bathroom,' said Alvin, who until then had looked apologetic.
'Never mind about that,' said Brittany, and she started kissing him. He responded enthusiastically, probing her mouth with his tongue, and with his right hand he reached underneath her and trailed his fingers over her neck, breasts and abdomen. Brittany did similar things to him with her own right hand, trailing it over his torso as he lay on his back with his cock slowly rearing its head.
After a while, Alvin pulled out of the kiss and, trailing his fingers down to Brittany's pussy, he said breathlessly, 'Are you ready for this?'
'Oooh, yeah,' said Brittany, a tremor running through her whole body as Alvin began stroking her inflamed prepuce with his fingertips. 'And I know you're ready for this.'
'Oh yes,' said Alvin, as Brittany wrapped her hand around his shaft and began pumping.
She spread her thighs a little wider and breathlessly humped Alvin's hand underneath her, while he gasped and moaned through the work she was doing on his cock. He felt her pussy getting hotter and wetter all the time, and soon the intoxicating aroma was wafting up from beneath her, filling him with lust so that his cock twitched violently in her hand. He felt an animalistic urge to flip himself over, thrust into her pussy and ejaculate onto her uncapped cervix, but he ignored it and stayed where he was, crying out in ecstasy as several ropes of cum burst from the tip of his penis and onto his chest.
When his orgasm was over, Alvin realised that Brittany was still humping the palm of his hand, so he renewed his efforts and fingered her burning ring until she was squealing her way through her own orgasm. Afterwards, she let her full weight drop onto the bed just as Alvin whisked his hand out from underneath her. He then bent his elbow and used the same hand, now dripping with her juices, to caress her shoulder. He looked at her lying there with her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-closed and her lips parted, and smiled in a mainly loving, partly self-satisfied sort of way.
'I just love seeing that look on your face,' said Alvin.
'I don't guess it's very glamorous,' said Brittany, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
'It's beautiful in every way,' said Alvin. 'Maybe not everybody looks at their best during and after sex, but you look immaculate, like someone spent hours making you up for an artsy movie.'
'You're just saying that because you think it's what I want to hear,' said Brittany, smiling.
'It's the truth,' said Alvin, 'and I thought you'd like to know it. And it makes me feel good too, you know, that I can do that to you.'
'Only you can do that to me, Alvin,' said Brittany, and she leaned over to kiss him. Both of them were feeling turned on again already, each encouraged by the flattering remarks of the other, but they had got no further than kissing when they heard the voices of two chipmunks ascending the ladder.
Any moment now, two of their siblings were going to pop up through the hole in the middle of the floor, so they hastened to cover themselves with the bedclothes and wipe the jizz from Alvin's chest. As they did so, Alvin muttered irritably, 'Why is this place so popular all of a sudden?'
'You know why, babe,' said Brittany, tucking the bedspread under her armpits just as Eleanor's head appeared in the middle of the room, followed by the rest of her. Brittany waved at her. 'Hi, Ellie.'
'Oh, hi,' said Eleanor. Then she called down the hole, 'You were right, Theodore – they're not done yet!'
'I only said they might not be,' Theodore's voice wafted up from below, followed a few moments later by his head and then his body. 'Hi, Alvin. Hi, Brittany.'
'You know me too well, Theodore,' Alvin said dryly. 'So, do you guys need us to leave, or...?'
'We're going upstairs to make fudge,' said Theodore.
'Fudge!' said Alvin, just about resisting the urge to laugh. 'You hounds.'
Eleanor frowned at him. 'Alvin, be nice.'
'Sorry, Eleanor,' Alvin said breezily. 'Anyway, we probably should get on with the rest of the day,' and he made a move to get out of bed. Eleanor averted her eyes, though with much less urgency than Jeanette had done six days before, and with more irritation than embarrassment.
'Stick around if you want to, guys,' said Theodore, with an amiable smile, as Eleanor made her way upstairs. 'Then you can have some of our fudge.'
Alvin, standing absolutely naked at the side of Brittany's bed, smiled back at him with genuine warmth and said, 'Thanks, Theodore.'
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