Johnny Pulaski Chapter 7

Posted: March 01, 2006 - 06:19:34 pm

I promised to tell you how bad the rest of the summer of 2004 sucked and

I'll get to that. But first I have to tell you that July started with a

lot of promise. My baseball team was cruising, my social life was most

excellent and my love life was extraordinary.

Caroline Hernandez had blossomed into a confident young woman right

before my eyes. She had a job at Walgreen's now, making money for

herself for a change. Her store manager loved her because of her work

ethic and ability to speak two languages fluently. The manager gave

Caroline her dream job, assigning her as a pharmacy technician. The

stores pharmacists thought she was a Godsend and spent time teaching her

pharmacology. Caroline took a computer course and became the youngest

Certified Pharmacy Tech in the district. We had to switch our day from

Saturday, but we still got together once a week.

Denise Drake took charge of her life and career in a big way. She fought

for and gained more creative control of her show and ramped up her

involvement in the Republican Party. Her name was seriously bandied

about as a possible State Representative candidate. In her personal life

she told Jack Caldwell he could sleep with whomever he wished, as long

as it wasn't her. For all intents and purposes he had moved out of the

house. She said he was playing house with his leggy young assistant in a

condo on the beachside. Denise and I even went out on dates now, her in

her Dee-Dee disguise. Any success I'll ever have with women for the rest

of my life I owe to Dee. She nurtured the romantic in me and taught me

the nuances of dealing with women.

On the sixth of July my sister Katrina departed for basic cadet training

at the Air Force Academy. She was excited about her upcoming adventures

yet seemed to be sad at the same time. I thought it was because she was

leaving home. My parents flew out to Colorado Springs with her for an

orientation program and open house the academy held for the parents of

incoming plebes.

While my folks were away I was entrusted to stay home alone, tempered by

the watchful eyes of Papa and Nana. Still, after a little talk with Papa

Janus, I was able to spend my first full night with a woman. Yep, you

guessed it; Dee-Dee Drake and cabin number seven at Mermaid State Park.

I want to tell you that us sleeping in the same bed was the most natural

thing in the world. Dee took a short three-day vacation and she and I

spent every minute of it together. I'm afraid those three days probably

spoiled me for life. I figured it was impossible for anyone ever again

to be as deliriously happy as she and I were. To make it even more

perfect Dee gave me her cherry ass on our second night. It was something

she wanted to do just for me and I went along with it willingly.

Denise and I had a long talk Friday night. We talked about her political

aspirations and how they would affect us. We agreed that we were going

to have to suspend our relationship before we made a mistake and became

public knowledge. It wasn't a sad split though, because we were not

calling it quits. However events shook themselves out, we would find a

way in the future to spend time together.

My parents flew back in Saturday afternoon. We had dinner at my

grandparents and my mom and dad filled us in about the academy. Both my

parents were subdued all evening. I thought it was because of the Moose.

Stupid me.

When we were home my parents asked me to sit at the table with them. We

all sat in our usual seats, my parents at the ends of the table, one on

either side of me. I looked at my mother inquisitively.

"Your father and I are getting separated," she said in a flat

emotionless voice. "I need to move to Houston for work and your father's

family and business are here. It's a practical matter, Johnny, and

nothing personal. You are almost grown, Katrina is gone and I have been

offered the position of Deputy Director of NASA."

My eyes ponged back and forth between them, my mother all business, my

father stoic and silent, as was his nature. I might be growing up but I

was ill equipped to handle something like that.

I stood up and lashed out. "Sure Mom, no problem; have a nice life."

I started to stalk out of the kitchen when my father's huge meaty hand

gently grabbed my wrist.

"Sit down, son, and remember the rule."

I sat my butt down and looked at him like he had suddenly grown horns.

The rule in question was that there was absolutely no talking back to or

disrespecting my mother. It was one of the few things in our house you

could do to make my father angry. That he could invoke the rule in the

face of what I saw as my mother's treason was mind-boggling.

"Sorry Mom," I mumbled.

"Johnny, your mother deserves this chance and she deserves our support.

I know this seems strange to you, but we are going to be fine and Sonia

will visit us as often as she can. It's not as if we'll never see her

again."

I understood what my dad was saying, understood it with my head, anyway.

My heart was another matter. I went to bed numb.

The next day was surreal. When I came downstairs Mom's bags were packed

and sitting by the door, yet she and Dad were sitting at the table as if

it was a normal Sunday. Dad and I loaded up Mom's new Ford Escape hybrid

and stood awkwardly on the curb saying our good byes. I was damned if I

was going to cry when she didn't. She seemed anxious to leave. She gave

me a brief hug and said she loved me. I accepted her hug but didn't say

anything. She knew I loved her but I wasn't at all sure how she really

felt. Mom drove off without so much as a backwards glance. My dad

sighed, put his arm around my shoulders, and turned me towards the house.

Thank God for my grandparents. I guess Dad called them as soon as we

went into the house because they arrived fifteen minutes after Mom left.

Nana collared Dad and Papa dragged me out to the park with him and

Jethro again. As before, we sat on the tailgate of his truck. I told him

exactly what happened and how I felt. As a bonus, I threw in that Dee

and I had agreed not to see each other any more.

"That's probably a good thing for Ms Drake's political career," he said

nonchalantly.

I stared at him, my mouth hung open.

He laughed and slapped me on the back.

"Close your mouth, Johnny, before something flies into it. You know I

was in Special Forces for years, stationed in Germany. Part of my job

was collecting intelligence in Berlin. I still have most of my skills.

It took me one day to find out who she was after we took her the

flowers. She is a woman worthy of a Pulaski."

"Then maybe we should hook her up with Dad."

"Don't give up on your mom, boy. She is an incredible woman."

/Yeah, I thought, incredibly selfish./

Mom's moving away didn't change our life style very much; she had been

pretty much an absentee for the last year or so. I think that her

finally making it official was what bummed me out so. I threw myself

into baseball to help me forget both Mom and Dee. I made the all-star

team for the county and had a good tournament. Our team was runner up to

the state champion and I was named to the all-state team, the fourth

outfielder picked.

Football tryouts started on the second of August. I had grown a little

in the last year, now I stood an even six feet tall and weighed one

ninety. I was faster and stronger to boot. I signed up to try out for

safety and tight end again. Coach Boyette took one look at me and wrote

'linebacker' down on my card also.

School started on August ninth. I had barely gotten my schedule

memorized when Hurricane Charlie hit on Friday the thirteenth. Charlie

came ashore on the west coast of Florida at four-thirty in the afternoon

and cut diagonally cross the state. It hit Palmdale as a category two

storm at nine-thirty that night. We rode out the storm at my

grandparents' house; snug in the windowless safe room my grandfather had

added. The storm was scary as hell even in the safe room, especially

after the power went out. Jethro, always a big fraidycat anyway, lay

with his head in my lap trembling.

We ended up staying at my grandparents' house for four days because the

electricity took that long to restore. My ever-prepared grandfather had

a twelve-kilowatt diesel generator in his shop that back fed through his

circuit breaker panel. When the wind died down Papa turned off his

principle main circuit breaker then all the individual breakers. He

cranked up the generator and threw a switch in his garage that fed the

power into his circuit breaker panel in the house. Then all he had to do

was turn on selected circuits and we were in business. The system was

great, powering everything but the clothes dryer and electric range. We

even had air conditioning!

The next day, Saturday, my grandfather, Dad and I went over to check our

house. We had a few ruffled shingles but no obvious damage. From our

house Papa drove to the Hernandez's. I gave him a grin when he drove by

Denise's place so I could see that it was okay. The house Caroline and

her family lived in had been built in the fifties so we were all worried

about how it weathered the storm. Turns out they built them pretty good

back then.

We went back to school on the twentieth. Two weeks later, on the fourth

of September, Hurricane Francis smacked us a glancing blow from the

southeast. Francis was a huge, slow moving storm. The wind howled and

the rain deluged for thirty hours. Power outages lasted longer this time

as trees weakened by Charlie gave up the ghost for Francis. Another

Cane, another week out of school.

Two weeks later Hurricane Jeanne plowed on to land in the same place

Francis had. Jeanne took a more southerly path though, so all we

received was a shit load of rain and some pretty stiff tropical storm

force winds. Power was out for only a day this time. And we only missed

two days of school. Palmdale's pristine white sand beaches took a

beating from storm surge and battering waves though. For all intents and

purposes the beach mostly disappeared. The ocean, even at low tide was

now up to the sea wall in most places. The last two storms also removed

more shingles from our house and we ended up with a huge FEMA tarp

covering our roof. There wasn't a shingle available in the southeast let

alone the 30 squares of them that we would need.

At school, in between hurricanes, things were even better for me than

last year. I could talk to girls now thanks to Dee-Dee. I met another

girl I resonated with. Her name was Amanda Pullman. We met because we

were alphabetically assigned as lab partners in Honors Chemistry. Amanda

was a tall girl at five nine and while she wasn't fat she was not petite

either. It was hard to gauge her figure because she dressed to hide it,

loose jeans, roomy tops and Doc Marten boots being her standard grunge

outfit. She had nice features, big hazel eyes and short brown hair. We

introduced ourselves and shook hands. I felt a seriously strong

attraction between us and held her hand longer than was polite. She

snatched her hand away.

"No way Romeo, " she said forcefully, "I play for the other team."

I sighed dramatically. "Story of my life, all the good ones are taken."

That made her laugh. "Looking at you I don't think the disappointment

will last."

Amada and I quickly became friends and sparring partners. She had a

sharp and quick wit that kept me in stitches. I treated Amada as I did

all my friends, not put off in the slightest that she was gay. I had to

wonder at the mutual attraction I felt with Amanda though, because if

she was a lesbian why were she and I linked?

Football was a mess because of the hurricanes. We had two games to make

up and had missed weeks of practice. We started out with two wins but

were not well prepared for the third game when we finally played again.

We got our asses handed to us by a non-conference team we should have

beaten. I was the starting left outside linebacker and back up tight

end. I even talked the coach into letting me keep my place on the

special teams.

Caroline and I shared English and lunch this year. Amanda also had lunch

the same period. I signed up for Spanish like I promised myself I would.

I was pleasantly surprised that Michelle Hoffman was in the class also.

The first time Amanda joined Caroline and I for lunch was a hoot. I had

a woman I was attuned to sitting on either side of me. It was obvious to

me that Amanda was very interested in Caroline. After I introduced them

Amanda casually asked if we were going together. Caroline looked at me

and I shrugged. I didn't mind being open around Amanda, I trusted her

already.

"No we aren't going together, although we do date occasionally."

Caroline said then she leaned across me and whisper conspiratorially to

Amanda, "Mainly Johnny is my lover, he takes care of me so I can

concentrate on school. He is very much a man."

I didn't exactly mean for Caroline to put out that much information. I

couldn't help blushing at her characterization of me. It sure shocked

the bejesus out of Amanda. She drew back with an 'oh wow'. Caroline

resumed eating but gave me a sly wink. We chitchatted for a few more

minutes and cleared off our table at the first bell. Caroline headed off

in the opposite direction and Amanda walked with me. Again, because of

the alphabetical closeness of our last names, our lockers were close

together.

"You surprise me Romeo. The way you look and dress made me think you

were the type that went for blonde cheerleader Barbie wannabes (it's a

word — look it up). But that girl is real as well as hot."

"Why do you think I hang around you, Mandy? I see real Barbie potential

in you. All it would take is a miniskirt and some hair dye," I teased.

She slugged me in the arm, "In your dreams, Pulaski."

I rubbed my arm in mock injury. "How did you know about the dreams?"

She growled and stalked off but not before I saw the smile she was

trying to suppress.

Caroline was very pleased with herself later in English class. She told

me she was open with Amanda to help me if I was trying to date her. When

I cracked up she gave me a confused look.

"Sweetie, Amanda is gay; it was you she was checking out, not me."

Caroline blushed that cute pink I loved. "Really!?" she said.

Amanda was fun to hang around with; I swear she was the queen of the

one-liners. It became a habit to meet up with her at our lockers and

head out to class together. We were standing at our lockers one day when

these three guys stopped in front of us. They were your typical,

alienated by choice, teenaged boys; they wore a lot of black and tried

to look menacing. They might as well have had 'L's tattooed on their

foreheads. The one in the front spoke to me.

"She told you she was a dyke, Man?"

"I wasn't until I saw your pencil dick," Amanda spat back.

Even loud mouth's two buddies snickered over that one. The guy Amanda

insulted pulled his hand back as if to slap her. I clamped on his wrist

before he could do anything. Now us Pulaski men are big boned and we

have large hands. I couldn't compete with Dad or Papa, but my hands and

wrists were strong for a teenager. My strong hands and forearms were a

big part of my success at sports. I squeezed Mouthy's hand until he sagged.

"Apologize to the lady and if you come within fifty feet of her again

I'll tear off your head and shit down your neck." (I heard my

grandfather say that to a guy once, ever since I've been dying to use

the line)

"Shit man let me go, she ain't worth all this."

I squeezed a little harder.

"Okay, okay," he whined, "I apologize Amanda, I'm sorry."

As they departed Amanda looked at me and grinned. "Damn, Romeo, I'm

impressed even though I coulda kicked his sorry ass by myself."

I kept watching the three stooges as they walked away. When they were

safely out of my reach the talkative one turned around and flipped me off.

"Who was that jerk?" I asked.

"Jamie Hauver, my last boyfriend, he was a big mistake."

"We all make em," I say nobly. "But someday I want to hear your story."

We were walking by then but she stopped and put her hand on my arm.

"Someday I'll tell you all about it Pulaski. God help me, but you are

the first guy I've met in three years I really trust."

She did tell me all about it the next day in Chemistry Lab. We whizzed

through our experiment and spent the rest of the period yakking. Amanda

said that she had gone out with boys from the time she turned thirteen.

She had a few crushes but never met a guy who really did it for her.

Then last spring break the older sister of one of her friends seduced

her. It was the first time sex had ever been enjoyable for her. She and

Ricki got it on again over the summer and the sex was even better. The

experiences convinced her that she was a lesbian. She was looking for

another partner but didn't really know the life style. "I haven't

developed gaydar yet," was how she put it.

"Mandy have you ever considered that you might be bi-sexual? I can see

you are attracted to Caroline yet I can feel you are attracted to me

too. Why label yourself one thing or another?"

She started to say something but her mouth slammed shut as she started

thinking. "Pulaski, you are a big pain in my ass, just when I thought I

had this all figured out and you throw something else at me."

Hey, what are friends for?" I asked with a grin.

Amanda turned the rescue tables on me the very next day. We were sitting

in the lunchroom by ourselves (Caroline had a dentist's appointment)

when I saw Marcie Winter sashaying towards our table.

"Uh-oh, here comes trouble," I said.

Amanda looked up and saw Marcie. "Barbie is coming for you," she teased.

"She's not smart enough to be Barbie," I replied.

Marcie arrived at the table and stood across from me.

"Johnny do you have a date for Homecoming yet?"

Before I could say I wasn't going Amanda grabbed my hand.

"Yes he does, he's taking me," Amanda said sweetly.

Marcie's nostrils flared but she recovered quickly. "Good," she said,

"we cheerleaders were worried you wouldn't have a date." Marcie spun

around and flounced off.

I turned to face Amanda; I was speechless.

"We're even now Pulaski," she said smugly.

I got it then, she was paying me back for chasing off her ex Jamie.

Well, she opened the door so I dived through it.

"What color is your dress?" I asked.

Ah, now it was her turn at being speechless. "Jesus, Johnny, I just said

that to get her off your ass, I didn't really mean it."

"Too late now," I said. "If I don't show up with you, I'll be a

cheerleader lame joke."

She started to protest then shrugged. "Black," she said.

Now I had not even considered going to the Homecoming Dance what with

all the turmoil from the last three months. Not to mention the fact that

I didn't have a license yet. Now suddenly I had backed myself into a

corner trying to goof on Amanda. I racked my brain trying to figure out

how to make it work, finally coming up with a plan during World History.

If Amanda had a license I just might pull it off.

Caroline solved the problem much more elegantly the next day. While we

sitting at lunch I told Caroline what she had missed the day before.

"I want to go too," she pouted.

"So why don't you go with him then, I really don't want to go," Amanda said.

I jumped in, "Why don't the three of us go together, it'll blow Marcie's

mind, and having two beautiful girls with me would be great for my rep."

Caroline gave a little squeal and hugged my neck. "That's a great idea."

The girls pretty much ignored me for the rest of lunch as they

coordinated wardrobes and accessories. Me, I just sat there with this

shit-eating grin on my face. It was good to be me, that's for sure.

When I told my family what was going on, Nana took charge of outfitting

me while Papa J came up with the transportation arrangements. Nana Nadia

took me to the Men's Warehouse and had one of George Zimmer's boys hook

me up. She picked a sharp as hell charcoal gray suit with a white shirt

and a killer tie in a maroon paisley print. I looked pretty dang sharp!

Papa decided that Nana's two-year-old Lincoln Towncar was the way to go

because we could all three fit in the front seat. Nana's high-end geezer

mobile was a pretty classy ride. It was silver with a dove gray leather

interior. I was gonna be stylin' and profilin'.

The Palmdale Panther football team was five and one when we played our

homecoming game. Because of all the schedule changes we were playing a

tough conference opponent instead of the non-conference patsy that was

the usual Homecoming victim. I didn't care if we were playing the

Florida Gators; I was jacked for the game. I had extra incentive in the

form of Caroline and Amanda sitting in the bleachers. Both girls had

little panther paws drawn on their cheeks with my number fifty-five

inside it. In the ten days since we made our group date Mandy and

Caroline had become the best of friends. I was pleased that they

included me in their friendship.

So anyway, I was all over the Deltora team that night. By the middle of

the first quarter, if they ran a play my way I had two blockers to fend

off. The double team made it easier for our middle linebacker to close

down the play. The final result was a solid twenty-one to seven victory

for us. After the post game meeting and a quick shower, I met the girls

in the parking lot. We all hopped into Caroline's Geo. Amanda had

christened the little car Mini-Me. Mini-Me didn't have an air

conditioner but it had a killer stereo her father had installed. We

pulled up to the Steak and Shake bopping to some wild Mexican music

Caroline identified as 'Corrido'. Caroline interpreted some of the

lyrics for us. As best as I could understand, the Corridos were folk

songs about the trials and tribulations of the Mexican people. They

ranged in topics from love gone bad to banditos to bull fighting.

I want to tell you that when we made our entrance into the restaurant,

me with an exotically beautiful girl on each arm, I was too cool for

school. After we ate, Caroline drove Mandy home first. We both got out

and walked her to the door. Amanda told us what a great time she had and

how she was looking forward to the next night. Then she kissed me on the

lips and did the same thing to an unresisting Caroline. Both kisses were

closed lip; but still, it was the first time I'd seen two women kissing

in real life - Whoa, was that ever hot!

So listen, here is the big deal about transportation to the dance. I was

within a week of getting my drivers license so I couldn't take the

chance of even making the short drive to Caroline's without a licensed

driver in the car with me. The homecoming dance was on Saturday,

November fifth, my birthday was on the following Friday. I had already

secured my grandfather's promise to have me at the DMV when it opened.

He was even going to let me use Nana's Lincoln to take the driving test.

Getting a ticket for being an unlicensed driver would automatically hold

up my license for six months. No way was I risking that.

On Saturday morning I rode my bike to my grandparents and detailed

Nana's already clean car. Then Nana and I went to the florists to pick

up the flowers for the girls. Since this wasn't the prom, I didn't get

corsages; instead I bought flowers for Mrs. Hernandez and Amanda's mom.

It was my grandmother's idea; yep, Nana was all class. I'd never met

Amanda's mother and I was a little uncomfortable at the idea. Mrs.

Pullman was a widow, Amanda's father had died of a sudden heart attach

two years before. Amanda was the only child at home; she had an older

brother in Atlanta. I figured Mrs. Pullman might be wary of her last

child's potential suitors.

Nana took me back to my house with the flowers and put them in the

fridge. She waved me toodles after promising to bring dinner over at

five-thirty. It was a little after two now and I was as wound up as

Michael Jackson at a cub scout meeting. I tried to watch a few football

games on the tube but my attention span was about a nanosecond long. It

helped when Dad came home. It helped even more when Dee-Dee called me at

four.

"So, Baby, rumor has it that you were at the Steak and Shake last night

with two girls hanging all over you."

"Yeah, it's gonna take at least two to replace you."

She laughed deep in her throat; it was a noise she only ever used with

me. It sent shivers down my spine.

"I'm glad you still think of me sometimes Baby, because I miss you like

crazy. My body misses you like crazy too. You had me so well trained and

now it's going away. But enough of that, tell me about the girls."

I told her everything, of course, I trusted Dee with my life. Amanda's

apparent bi-sexuality intrigued her. See actually told me that she and

her roommate in college had fooled around some. It was nothing serious

and didn't change her orientation but she admitted it had been very nice.

"Amanda is lucky she has you Johnny, this is a confusing time for her. I

know you'll make things right for her as you did for me."

"I'll try my best Dee. Now what about us?"

"Be patient Baby, I don't see a future without you in it," she said.

That was enough for me.

At a quarter to seven my grandfather rode with me to the Hernandez's

with my father following to drive him home. I sprang up the steps and

rang the bell. Maria Hernandez let me in. In the foyer I whipped the

flowers from behind my back and gave them to her. She gave me a misty

eyed hug and dragged me into the living room so she could show Juan.

Papa had squared away Juan; I reached into my pocket and pulled out a

couple of primo cigars. Juan looked questioningly at the flowers then

the cigars and finally at me.

"Because you have raised such a wonderful daughter," I said in explanation.

Maria went up to get Caroline and Juan motioned me to sit. His English

was much improved after six months of ESL. We talked about boxing and

cars until Caroline came down with her camera-toting mom. Caroline was

wearing a modest white dress that was just above the knees and white

heels. Her cascade of inky hair was swept off her face and held back

with white mother of pearl combs. A white lace shawl casually draped

across her shoulders completed her outfit. She was a dream. Caroline and

I posed while Maria took a roll of pictures as Juan looked on beaming.

We finally got out of there at seven, right on time. Caroline gave me a

kiss in the car for the flowers and cigars.

It took about fifteen minutes to get to Amanda's. I grabbed the roses

and went to the door while Caroline waited in the car. Mrs. Pullman

answered the door. I introduced my self and she stuck out her hand. As

soon as our hands touched I got the strongest vibe I'd experienced to

date. I knew Mrs. Pullman noticed it because her eyelids actually

fluttered. I handed her the flowers, her hand still in mine. Jane, as

Mrs. Pullman insisted I call her, was in her late thirties. She was tall

and pretty with a Rubenesquely attractive shape. Her hair was longer and

lighter than Amanda's and her eyes were blue instead of hazel. She was

wearing a nice dress and high heels.

Telling me Amanda wasn't quite ready, she invited me into the kitchen

while she put the flowers in a vase. I needn't have worried about Jane's

reaction to me taking her daughter out, she let me know she was all for

it. She had been worried about Amanda because of her stilted social

life; she felt better now that her daughter was dating again. Jane led

me to a formal living room and went to help her daughter. The Pullmans

lived in a very nice place. Their house was a large one story with

ceilings at least fourteen feet high.

It was a five-minute wait for me this time, sitting alone and trying not

to fidget. I forgot all about the wait when Amanda came in to get me.

Man oh man, had she been hiding a gorgeous body. She was wearing an LBD,

little black dress, spaghetti strapped, which showed her body to

perfection without being obvious about it. She had on short strappy

heels and her short hair was styled to drape over her left eye. She

blushed when I told her how fabulous she looked, her peaches and cream

complexion turning bright red. Jane had a digital camera out and clicked

off about a dozen pictures from all different angles. Amanda finally had

to tell her we had to leave or we would still be there posing. Jane

walked us to the door, bussed Mandy on the cheek and told us to have

fun. Impulsively I took both of Jane's hands and kissed her on the

corner of the mouth before we hurried out the door.

When we got to the car, Caroline insisted that Mandy sit in the front

seat between us. As soon as I put the car in gear, Amanda hit me on the arm.

"I can't believe you kissed my mom Pulaski," she said.

"She looks so much like you I couldn't help myself," I replied.

We made it to the school gym at a quarter to eight, arriving with a

crowd of other couples. We found seats with Stan and Michelle Hoffman

and their dates. We had a great time. We all danced to the fast numbers

and I alternated between them on the slow ones. Both girls were

impressed that I could dance as well as I did. I sent Nana a mental

thank you for insisting I take lessons when I was thirteen. Amanda was a

good dancer also, but Caroline was way out of our league. How that girl

could get her body to move as she did was beyond me. The dance was well

chaperoned but I still managed to kiss both girls when we were slow

dancing. Amanda fit up against me perfectly in her heels. Her large

breasts pressed into my chest in just the right places. Caroline fit

nicely too, although her head rested on my chest instead of my shoulder.

We stayed at the dance until it ended at ten-thirty. We had our pictures

taken, me with each girl separately and then the three of us together.

The girls didn't want to go out to eat so I called my dad and asked if

we could hang out at the house. He said okay so I piloted us to my

place. Dad was nowhere to be found when we got there so I got us some

drinks and sat us in the family room. On a whim I loaded a CD of

romantic dance music into the stereo and asked Amanda to dance. Before

Amanda could answer me Caroline spoke up.

"That's not fair Johnny, you danced with her all night, and it's my turn."

I nodded and sat down. After an awkward moment of getting situated, they

were dancing. Caroline had her arms around Amanda's neck and Mandy had

hers around Caroline's waist. I got up and turned the lights down to a

romantic glow then sat and watched. The girls danced slowly and

sensuously, Caroline pressing herself close against her tall partner. I

wasn't really surprised when Caroline started kissing Amanda's neck.

Caroline had always been adventurous about sex. It was fun watching her

work on Mandy. Caroline kissed her way up Amanda's jaw and captured her

lips. They were just swaying to the music now, Caroline kissing and

rubbing herself against Mandy. Amanda's eyes were closed as she gave in

to Caroline's overwhelming sensuality.

When the song ended Caroline broke the kiss and motioned to me. We

exchanged places as the next song started. Amanda put her arms around my

neck and simply resumed kissing, her eyes never opening. We shared our

first deep kiss as I wormed my tongue between her lips. As we kissed I

ran my hands up and down her back then settled them on her ass. Amanda

made the first sound since she started dancing them, voicing a small

sigh as I pulled her groin against mine. All too soon the song ended and

Caroline cut in. Caroline's dark eyes were smoky with lust as she

wrapped herself around the bigger girl.

Half way through the song Caroline had one of the straps to Amanda's

dress off her shoulder and was caressing the tops of her breasts. She

maneuvered Amada backwards, sitting her on the couch next to me, never

breaking the kiss they were locked in. When they came up for air

Caroline slipped the other strap off Amanda's shoulder and pulled her

dress down to her waist. Amanda never said a word, her eyes still closed.

"Undo her bra Johnny," Caroline ordered.

I did as directed, unclipping the industrial strength black strapless

number's three hooks. When her breasts tumbled free Caroline and I were

in awe. Amanda's breast were large, shapely and stood up proudly.

Caroline pushed the unresisting girl up against the back of the couch

and we each began kissing one of the large orbs. Every once in a while

Caroline would kiss me or I would kiss her. The sexual feelings that I

shared with each girl were more than doubled with the three of us

together. Caroline noticed that also.

"Open your eyes Mandy," she said.

Amanda blinked open her beautiful gray eyes and looked at us

rapturously. When Caroline saw she had Amanda's attention she continued.

"This feels so good to you because the connection we feel for Johnny we

also feel for each other. I've never been with another woman, never had

the desire too, but with you it's different. How do you feel about this?"

Amanda replied, "I don't know why but it feels natural and right for me

too. I know I don't want either of you to stop what you are doing but

I'm scared about how far I can go with Johnny."

Caroline smiled and kissed her and I did the same.

"We don't have time to do much but I think our man should show us how

much he cares for us, don't you?"

Amanda nodded her affirmation tentatively. Caroline gave us that almost

predatory grin of hers then stood up and shimmied out of her thong.

Amanda gaped at Caroline's shaved little peach until she sat back on the

couch and reached under Amanda's dress. Amanda compliantly lifted her

hips as Caroline tugged off her pantyhose. Amanda had more pubic hair

than I was accustomed too, although she had trimmed it some. Caroline

positioned Amanda with her skirt rucked up and her legs spread.

She motioned toward me and I hurriedly removed my Jacket, tie, and

shirt. I dropped to my knees and started kissing my way up Amanda's

thighs as Caroline kissed her again. With me licking and sucking on

Amanda's prominent clit and Caroline nibbling her nipples, it only took

Amanda a couple of minutes to orgasm. She came hard but quietly. As soon

as she calmed down a little Caroline slumped back against the couch and

pulled up her dress.

"Now me Johnny, I am so fucking hot," she said.

I obediently moved between her thighs and gave her the same treatment

I'd given Amanda. For the first time, Amanda took an aggressive role and

kissed Caroline hard. Caroline came quickly also, her thighs clamped

around my head and her scream muffled by Amanda's mouth.

When Caroline regained her composure she had me sit on the couch. She

slipped to the floor between my knees and pulled Amanda down to join

her. I quickly unzipped my trousers and Kong sprang out hard as rock

maple. Caroline then proceeded to give Amanda lessons on how to give me

head. Caroline would perform an action then Amanda would mimic her, it

was absolutely incredible. In less than two minutes I blasted rope after

scalding rope of cum into Caroline's avidly suctioning mouth. When I was

sucked as dry and lifeless as a cornhusk, Caroline shared my semen with

Amanda in a sensuous kiss. I think I'll remember that sight until my

dying day. It will make a hell of a story at the nursing home when I'm

ninety.

The girls and I straightened out our clothes and sat back down on the

couch. We discussed how our new relationship was going to work. We

agreed that for now we would be friends and lovers, although Caroline

said Amanda and I should become a couple and keep her as a lover.

Neither Amanda nor I were ready for that step yet but both of us were

open to the possibility in the future.

We left my house at a quarter to midnight. I drove Amanda home first.

Caroline kissed her in the car and I walked her to the door. When we

were alone on the porch, Amanda asked me again about kissing her mom.

"I sorry if it upset you Mandy but I get the same vibes from Jane that

you and I feel for each other. I won't do anything about it if it

bothers you."

"I don't know that it bothers me Johnny, she sure needs something to

motivate her to get on with her life. It's just kind of weird, you know,

her being my mom and all. I'll think about it and talk to you later."

I drove Caroline home next. We talked about what happened on the way to

her house. Caroline really liked Amanda as a friend and when we were all

together she felt a strong sexual attraction to her. I had a hunch that

for some reason my connection with both girls drew them towards each

other when we were all together. I wondered if the same thing would

happen to any two women to whom I was attuned.
Joe J
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