Chapter 2: New Years in New Orleans



Laura Miller stood in front of the mirrored bi-fold doors of her closet, critically examining her reflection. Laura wasn't a vain woman, but she did take care of her appearance. Of course, now that Robby was in her life, she was even more careful to ensure she always looked her best. A flush went through her as she thought of Robby, and her heart went pitter-pat. 'Robby, Robby, Robby' she mentally chanted, 'what you do to me.' In the three days since Robby's unexpected arrival on her doorstep Christmas Eve, Laura had been on an emotional high no drug could have induced. She had been thirty seconds from suicide when he arrived and the happiest woman in the world when he left early Christmas morning. He was her Saint Robby.

Laura smoothed the denim miniskirt over her shapely hips and turned slightly to make sure it was unwrinkled across her butt. Satisfied that she was presentable, she headed for the kitchen to wait for her man. It was Saturday evening, and she and Robby were going on their first real date. Laura was as excited as a young schoolgirl.

Three houses away, Robby was already dressed. He was sitting in the living room with his mom and dad, listening politely as they once more tried to 'talk some sense into his head'. Robby had known from the start that his parents were not going to be happy with a serious relationship between him and Laura, but it was not his nature to lie to them to conceal it. He respected their concerns; they were probably the best parents in the world. He hated that his love for Laura would cause them distress, but he could not deny his heart.

"Rob, think about the future", his dad, Carl, implored, "Not just your future, but Laura's also."

"That's all I think about, Dad, and I can't see a future for me without her. Laura feels the same way."

These discussions were especially hard for Carl and his wife, Louise. Robert was such an amazing boy; even his existence was a miracle. Robert was born when Carl and Louise were in their forties. Louise had thought she was in menopause and had stopped using contraception. Robby was unexpected but not unwanted. He became the center of the universe for the Davis family, doted on by not only his parents, but also his sister. His sister Karen had been six when Robby was born; either because of or in spite of the age difference, Karen was a constant nurturing influence on her brother.

Another difficulty the elder Davises had in trying to dissuade Robby was his uncanny knack for doing the right thing. It did not help their cause either, when his sister lined up squarely behind him. As far as Karen was concerned, if Robby said it was right, it was right, period, end of discussion. The bond and loyalty between Robby and his sister was almost supernatural in its intensity. From the day of his birth, when he clutched her finger with his impossibly tiny ones, they lived for one another.

"Robert, we are not going to tell you what to do; you've been past that since you were twelve. We trust you, but sometimes a person's heart can overrule their brain. Love can make you blind," Louise said.

"Yeah, Mom; ain't it great?" Robby replied with a grin. Then he continued on a serious note, "Listen, Mom, Dad, you are going to have to trust that I know what I'm doing. I'm not going to quit school or give up my plans for the future. Everything is going to stay the same except Laura is now going to be a big part of my life. I want her to be a part of yours too."

Robby's parents hesitantly accepted what he said. They said they would try. That was all Robby could have hoped for. Robby gave them both a hug. With a 'you are the greatest, ' he dashed out of the house, headed for Laura's.

Laura answered the door immediately when Robby rang the bell. Too bad if he thought she was anxious to see him, she had no ego when it came to him. Robby let out a whistle when he saw her. She was wearing a red short-sleeved blouse, a denim mini, and penny loafers. Her long honey colored hair was in a ponytail tied with a red bow. The outfit and hairdo, combined with her slim figure and youthful face, made her look like one of his schoolmates. Laura gave him a smile; his reaction was exactly what she had been gunning for.

Robby took her to Universal Studio's City Walk for their first date. Laura was beyond impressed. Robby made it the most fun and romantic evening of her life. They walked though the shopping venues and dined at Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville. Then Robby whipped out two tickets to see Pat Benatar at the Hard Rock Live. The head of the music department at his high school had attended Julliard with Benatar and had scored Robby sixth row center seats. It was midway through the show and Benatar had just sung Heartbreaker, when there was a pause as the singer caught her breath.

"I don't recall ever doing this before, but then I can't remember anyone as deeply in love as the sincere young man that asked me to do this today," Benatar said. "So, Laura, this next song is for you from Robby."

She sang Somebody's Baby. Laura thought her heart had stopped. Her face flushed as red as her shirt and goosebumps covered her entire body. Everyone for ten rows around them knew who the song was for when she involuntarily squealed and threw herself on Robby, almost knocking him out of his seat. The witnesses to the event started chanting "LAURA-LAURA-LAURA."

They arrived at Laura's house around midnight, blanketed in a fog of love. Laura took Robby by the hand and dragged him to the bedroom. She sat him on the bed and undressed him. Robby started to say something but she put her fingers to his lips. Laura took a couple of steps back and slipped off her blouse and skirt. Robby groaned as she posed in the red satin thong and bra set from Victoria's Secret. Robby stood up and pulled back the bed covers, he held them for her so she could slip between the sheets. Then he walked to the door and turned off the lights before crawling into bed beside her.

While Robby was turning out the lights, Laura was wiggling out of the thong and shedding the front clasp bra. Robby pulled the covers up over their heads, cocooning them in the sheets. It was dark and quiet under the covers, she was lying on her back, he was on his side, whispering in her ear. His words were galvanic, the soft lexicon of love he murmured in her ear made her shiver in arousal. Then he touched her, lightly caressing her as he poured out his heart. Laura's body convulsed as waves of small orgasms wracked her. The pungent aroma of her arousal was palpable under the covers.

'Whoever schooled Robby so well that he can make me climax just by talking has a friend for life, ' she thought.

Finally, she could take it no longer. She grabbed him and tried to pull him on top of her. Robby had another idea though; rolling onto his back, he pulled her on top of him instead. 'Even better', Laura thought, as she reached down for his manhood. It took but a second for her to envelop him in her slippery steaming slit. When he was fully seated, she fell forward to get as much skin-to-skin contact as she could. Her lips found his and she kissed him with a passion she hadn't know existed four days ago. Robby lightly stroked her back, content just to be holding her. It was a perfect moment, the two of them joined in the most intimate way possible, in their own private little world. The quiet union was, however, metastable; in a short time, small quiet movements by one partner triggered quivers and shakes in the other until neither could resist sliding and thrusting. Slide and thrust turned into buck and howl as peace and quiet fled the scene.

They made mad love far into the night; Robby took her to undreamed of heights. She was shamelessly wanton with him as she eagerly lapped her juices off his face after he had tongued her to a roaring climax. She happily took his staff into her mouth and licked off their combined spend. She enjoyed her first sixty-nine, savoring the taste of his thick copious spending. Laura could not believe how much she liked pleasuring him with her mouth. She was an inexperienced but most willing student, determined to be as good a lover for him as he was for her.

The next day Robbie talked her into coming to his house to talk with his parents. She dreaded the thought of their reaction but knew it had to be done. True to their word, Carl and Louisa welcomed her warmly. They had always like her anyway and had been there for her after the accident. The two couples sat in the living room and worked out guidelines for the future. The discussion was honest, open, and at times, embarrassingly frank. In the end, they all agreed that Robby and Laura would split their time together between the two houses. School nights Robby would stay home; he could stay at Laura's on weekends. Laura would spend weekday evenings with the Davises if she wanted. The basic hard and fast rule was that school came first.

Laura helped Louise prepare Sunday dinner. It was awkward at first but the basic good natures of the women soon had them chatting and laughing. Robby and Carl sat in front of the television watching the Dolphins continue their mediocre season against the equally inept Jets. From time to time, Carl began to think about the reasons Robby and Laura were so attracted to each other, but the images of them together would steam his brain, so he forced himself to watch the game instead.

At dinner, they all talked about Robby's upcoming trip to New Orleans. His high school's band was performing at half time at the Sugar Bowl in the Super Dome. Robby played the snare drum for the marching band; strangely enough, he also played violin in the concert band. The band was flying out on a charter on the thirtieth, complements of Nokia, the game's sponsor. Robby had asked Laura to go, so she was taking off from work at noon on the thirtieth and catching a flight at three. The band's appearance at the event took on added significance because the game between Louisiana State University and the University of Oklahoma was for the national championship.

Laura landed in New Orleans at six-fifteen local time, Wednesday evening. She picked up her bags and caught the hotel's shuttle bus. She called Robby's cell phone from hers as soon as she was on the road. When she pulled up to the hotel at seven-thirty he was waiting for her at the curb. Laura flew off the bus and into his arms, they had been apart for fewer than twenty-four hours, but to Laura it felt as if it had been a week. Robby walked her into the lobby and stood by her as she checked in, then carried her bags to the elevator. They had the car to themselves for the ride to the fourteenth floor. They were in each other's arms as soon as the doors closed.

Laura had booked a nice room in the same hotel where Robby's band was staying. She had a small suite with a king-sized bed. The band and their chaperones were scattered throughout the hotel, two to a room, boys on one floor, girls on another. Robby's roommate was covering for him so Robby could stay with Laura. Laura opened the door of her suite and Robby followed her in. He put her bag on the bed, handed her a big white bathrobe, and told her to undress and put on the robe. While she gratefully stripped out of her business suit, he went to the bathroom. When he came out five minutes later, she was in the robe and unpacking the suitcase.

Robby took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Laura gasped as she went through the door. Half a dozen candles lighted the room, a vase of yellow roses was on the vanity, and the tub was full of bubbles. Robby took her robe and held her hand as she stepped into the tub. She sighed in satisfaction as the warm water enveloped her. Robby knelt by the tub with washcloth in hand and gently bathed away her arduous day.

"I think I'm going to keep you," Laura said dreamily.

"Good idea," Robby replied.

After bathing her, Robby lovingly dried her and slipped the robe back on her shoulders.

"We have dinner reservations at eight-thirty," he said.

Laura nodded and started dressing. It was just as exciting for Robby to watch her dress, as it was to watch her get naked. Laura was, by now, comfortable with him watching her. She enjoyed the unabashed adoration in his eyes as he watched her do girlie things. Laura slipped on a skirt and blouse, and took her long blonde hair out of the French braid she had worked and traveled in. Robby grinned when she opened a pack of smoky gray thigh-highs and sat on the bed rolling them up her slender legs. They made it to the restaurant with five minutes to spare. Dinner was intimate and romantic; Laura resisted the urge to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming.

A few of Robby's band mates came over to say hi to him. He introduced each to Laura, which is what they were angling for anyway. Everyone liked Robby and they were dying of curiosity to meet the beautiful woman he was dining with. Robby had a reputation as a lady's man; he had dated a lot but had never tied himself down to one girl until now. He was a hot topic of speculation among the females at school. He was a major stud and discreet to boot. Word was that, if you wanted primo loving without ruining your reputation, you looked up Rob Davis. Rumor also had it that Robby was even taking care of a couple of the teachers. Robby denied everything, of course, much to the displeasure of his male friends. If they were not getting any, they at least wanted to hear from someone who was.

Mr. Kelly, the head of the music department came to their table to say hello. Robby introduced Mr. Kelly to Laura with the explanation that Mr. Kelly was the one who had gotten them the prime tickets for the Benatar concert. Laura thanked Mr. Kelly profusely; she told him it was the best concert evening of her life. Mr. Kelly told her it was his pleasure then bid them good evening.

They were just finishing their meal when a very attractive young woman approached their table.

"Hello, Robert, how are you?" the woman said.

Laura's rotating rival radar came on to spin at full force, as she looked the woman up and down. She was in her mid to late twenties, tall, and had a spectacular figure. She had medium length auburn hair and green eyes. A nose a little too large kept her from being beautiful, but she was dangerously pretty. With that body, she must have been the stuff of many a horny student's fantasy.

"Hi, Miss Billings, I'm fine; this is my girlfriend, Laura. Laura, this is Miss Billings, my English teacher."

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend, Robert. Jenna Billings," the woman said, "pleased to meet you."

Laura thought she looked anything but genuinely pleased and the feeling was most definitely mutual. They exchanged awkward pleasantries for a few minutes then Jenna departed. Laura did not know what had gotten into her but she was suddenly almost insanely jealous; if she were a cat, her back would have arched and her hair would have fluffed straight up.

"I'll bet she teaches you more than conjugating verbs," Laura said caustically.

Robby cocked his eyebrow and said, "Relax, she's my friend; you are my girlfriend, big difference."

Laura could not let it go, "Maybe you need different friends. I don't like all of the ones I've met so far."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Laura, good friends are hard to come by, I'm not giving them up on your whim."

"Whatever," she said petulantly, "I'm tired, I'll see you tomorrow."

Robby sat at the table in stunned silence as Laura stalked out of the restaurant. That was certainly not how he envisioned their evening ending. Robby paid the check and walked out of the place a few minutes after Laura's abrupt exit. His feelings had been hurt and he was irritated and displeased. If Laura could not handle the idea of another woman any better than this, she was in for some rough times if and when he ever told her any details of how he had learned to please a woman. Yes, he loved her more than anything, but she was not his only love. Robby shook his head ruefully and headed for the elevators. Jenna Billings watched him depart and timed it so that they arrived at the elevator at the same time.

They had the car to themselves so she put her arms around his neck, pressing her substantial breasts into his chest.

"I'm sorry if I caused you a problem, Rob; I was just curious," Jenna said.

Robby put his hands on the generous flare of her hips. His penis stiffened in his pants as he recalled the feel of her supple body without the cloth between them.

"It's okay, Jen, you didn't do anything wrong. I can't believe she picked up that we had been together so quickly, though."

Jenna laughed, "Women are born with a sixth sense about things like that, Rob. It's like we can smell our man's scent on another woman, no matter how long ago they were together. The question is -- what about you and me? Are you off the market now?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said. "If Laura still wants me, I am."

"Oh, she still wants you; you can bet on that. Meanwhile, I am going to stay out of her way; it is me she's mad at, not you," Jenna said.

Jenna rose on her toes and gave him a quick kiss as the elevator stopped at her floor. She was a chaperone for the girl band members who were housed on the floor below the boys' rooms. "Good luck," she said as she stepped out of the car.

In room 1407, Laura was mentally kicking herself. Her conduct had been monumentally stupid; Robby could not help having a past any more than she could. So what if he had other women before her, she knew with every fiber of her being, that he loved her. Plus, he had introduced her as his girlfriend, acknowledging their relationship in public. "Shity shit, shit, shit," she cursed, then put a hand over her mouth. Now she was even cussing, something she did about once a year. Her little outburst did make her feel better though. Now how was she going to fix this mess?

An hour later, Robby was lying on his bed, reading a brochure from the New Orleans Museum of Art and contemplating a visit to the new Besthoff Sculpture Garden when the phone rang. He was alone in the room so he answered it.

It was Laura. "Robby," she said in a small voice, "please come see me."

Robby took the elevator up to her floor and knocked on the door. He had the key she had given him but formality seemed the way to go after her earlier little outburst. Laura opened the door looking contrite and beautiful. She tugged him inside, kicked the door shut, and wrapped her arms around him. Smothering his face with kisses, she apologized profusely for her earlier actions. She let him go finally and led him into the living room of her suite. A solitary chair was sitting in the middle of the floor. Laura was wearing a diaphanous floor length black gown that set off her porcelain skin and pale blond hair. Her hair was thick and casually disarrayed. She was Kim Basinger in Nine and 1⁄2 Weeks.

Laura led him to the chair and sat him down, then went to the bedroom and came back carrying a large wide-backed hairbrush. She handed Robby the brush and wordlessly draped herself across his knees. Robby knew this game, Confessions and Penance, the other love of his life sometimes liked to play it also. He pulled Laura's gown up, exposing her pert little alabaster ass. He rested his hand on one creamy smooth butt cheek causing Laura to stifle a small gasp.

There were no preliminaries. "From now on, you will not worry about me and other women," he said and brought the brush down smartly on her ass.

Laura flinched, emitted an 'eek' at the sting of the impact, and squealed, "Yes, Robby."

"You won't worry because I love you first and foremost."

Another smack, another 'eek', and another 'Yes, Robby' quickly followed.

Laura realized that her act of contrition was rapidly turning into a more burning desire for submission. She started arching her derriere up to meet the brush as it came down, then grinding her groin against his thigh when the blow landed. She received five swats to each cheek, before Robby stood her up and sent her to the bathroom to get her lotion. She draped herself across his knees again so he could apply the soothing aloe gel. His touch on her sensitized cheeks was transmitted directly to her clitoris. Suddenly other women did not matter at all. As he lightly fingered her puckered little rear passage, she chased his finger with her little winking star, willing him to put it in there.

When Robby actually started to worm his lotion-slickened index finger into her most intimate orifice, she mewed in excitement. He was fulfilling many of her fantasies tonight and it was as good as she had imagined.

"That feels wonderful, Robby; please don't stop," she said breathlessly as she savored her penetration and the unexpected stimulation of hitherto unknown erotic nerve endings.

By now, Robby had two fingers in her tight wet vagina to go along with the probe in her bottom. Robby would push his finger inside her then wiggle his pinky so the knuckle was rubbing her clit. A few of the combined finger thrusts sent her over the top. Laura came so hard she went cross-eyed. Her juices soaked the front of his trousers but Robby did not mind. He helped Laura to her feet then stood up himself. Hand in hand, they went to the bedroom.

They made love for an hour with her spread wide beneath him, then fell asleep snuggled up together. Right before they dozed off, Robbie told her to pick up some of that new K-Y warming gel the next morning while he was at practice. Blushing furiously, she agreed. She would have agreed to anything he suggested anyway. Their relationship had turned a corner and Laura was thrilled with the new direction it was taking and quite open to further exploration.

The next morning the band rode a bus the ten blocks to the Super Dome. They rehearsed on the field until Mr. Kelly was happy. Robby caught Laura as she was coming back from shopping. He grinned at her and nodded down at the Victoria's Secret bag she carried. Victoria's was rapidly becoming her favorite place to shop. She basically liked wearing what Robby liked to see her in. The salesgirl at Victoria's was most helpful and complimentary. Laura thought she was a little more touchy-feely than necessary, but hey, this was the Big Easy, maybe everyone was just friendlier. Besides, the girl's gentle hands had felt good as she helped Laura try on different outfits.

Robby went to her room with her to put away the bags then it was back outside to hail a cab. Robby took her to the New Orleans Museum of Art to see a visiting display of Egyptian antiquities. It was the largest collection of artifact ever loaned out by the Cairo Museum, thousands of year's worth of exhibits concerning the ancients and the afterlife. They held hands and gawked at the displayed relics, fascinated by all the splendor. They stayed at the museum until it closed at six, then taxied back to the hotel.

Robby took her to dinner in the restaurant again, this time more of his band mates were eating there also. Robby introduced Laura to all of them, amused at the envy of the boys and the disappointment of the girls. Jenna was at the restaurant also; she did not come to their table tonight, however; she just nodded and waved. When Jenna went to the ladies room Laura got up and followed her. Robby became concerned when they had not returned after ten minutes; he was about to go check on them when they reentered the room laughing gaily.

They came up to the table together and sat down on either side of him.

"Jenna doesn't have any plans this evening, Baby, so I invited her to see the sights with us. Is that okay with you?" Laura asked.

Robby said it was fine with him, calmly masking his surprise at the turn of events. He was pleased and surprised, but mostly pleased; Laura had learned her lesson. The trio agreed to meet in the lobby at nine and parted ways to change for the evening.

Robby and Laura were waiting in the lobby when Jenna came down at five after. It was a chilly evening so both women were wearing long coats. Robby wore a leather bomber jacket. Since their hotel was on the edge of the French Quarter, all the famous nightlife was within easy walking distance. The women linked their arms through his and they headed east toward Bourbon Street. As they walked, the streets became more crowded with revelers; it was tough sledding pushing through the throngs of partiers.

They made steady progress though, and were soon at the door of the Blue Note, a blues bar that Laura had been keen on visiting. At the door Jenna charmed and flirted them admission, the fifty dollar bill she handed the bouncer disappeared in his big meaty hand. He gave Robby a warning look and told him to stay out of trouble. Laura pressed herself tighter against Robby and told the bouncer she would keep him too busy to cause any problems. The bouncer snorted and waved them in. It was early so they were able to find three chairs at a table with a couple from Oklahoma, in town for the Sugar Bowl. Jeff and Lisa Dugan were OU alums, about the same age as Jenna and Laura.

It was a fun evening as they danced and talked into the night. Robby was gratified that Laura and Jenna got along so well. After a couple of drinks, the two women loosened up and started to have fun. They dragged Robby onto the dance floor, danced around him for the fast numbers, and took turns on the slow ones. At about eleven-thirty, Lisa grabbed him for a slow dance while Jeff took a turn with Jenna. Lisa was a short, well-upholstered brunette; her short hair and pixie face made her look Robby's age. She molded herself against him as they danced.

"So, Robert Davis, how do you keep two women happy and not at each other's throats?" she asked.

"I only have one woman", Robby replied, "Jenna is just a friend."

Lisa leaned back in his arms and laughed, "Sure, a real close friend I'd wager. I know that look she wears and she didn't get it by being just your friend".

Robby calmly steered the conversation towards her and Jeff. He learned that they owned a successful real estate business in Oklahoma City and were a very open minded couple. Robby caught her hint but ignored it. Across the dance floor, Jeff was dropping the same hint to Jenna. Jenna deftly avoided answering him but his suggestive ploy started her thinking. Jenna had enjoyed a threesome with her roommate in college. It was one of her fondest memories. She sure wouldn't mind a repeat of that night with Robby and the luscious Laura. She and Laura were hitting it off, so it just might be a possibility.

The evening remained fun, despite Jeff and Lisa's disappointment in not convincing Jenna and Robby into a little swap. The drinks flowed freely; by midnight everyone but Robby, who had stuck to club soda, was a little tipsy. Champagne corks popped at midnight and kisses were the order of the day. Robby received three of the hottest kisses of his life and Laura got two of her own. Her eyes flew open in surprise when Jenna French kissed her right there in the French Quarter. Jenna did not pursue or prolong the kiss, however; so Laura figured it was mainly the alcohol making everyone a little too happy. They stayed and partied until two in the morning.

Laura was feeling no pain as they walked arm in arm back to the hotel. Jenna turned out to be a great person; Laura thought they were going to become good friends. Jenna was not overly familiar with Robby; in fact, she seemed to be thrilled with Robby and Laura being together. Laura guessed she could have avoided all the histrionics of the night before, but then, she would have missed her little hairbrush and lotion spanking session afterward. The thought of the way Robby took charge of her body made her weak in the knees. When he did that, she would do absolutely anything he wanted and love every minute of it. Yes, she had remembered to get the required K-Y product.

For propriety's sake, Laura and Jenna went into the hotel first. Jenna walked Laura to her suite and Laura thought nothing of inviting her in for a nightcap. Robby arrived about ten minutes later. He let himself in and was pleased and surprised, but mostly surprised, to find both women sitting on the couch. They each had a glass of wine in their hand and were chatting like old friends. He went and fixed himself a coke, fired up the radio, then sat on one side of Laura. They talked and laughed about the evening, Jenna regaling them about dancing with Jeff. She said he had some slick moves that were very effective. Laura said she hadn't seen anything out of place; Jenna told her that was why he was so slick. Laura got unsteadily to her feet and said 'show me'.

Jenna gave Robby a wink and stood up. She took Laura in her arms and positioned her so that both Laura's arms were around her neck. She brushed Laura's hair back, then began to whisper into her ear. Laura shivered at the erotic images Jenna painted. Jenna was telling her how good Laura would feel tonight as Robby made love to her. She was so caught up in Jenna's soft voice she didn't notice the hand that had crept between them until it had fully encased her breast. Laura started to pull back but Jenna slid a hand down onto her butt and whispered, "There's more". Laura nodded weakly and snuggled back into the teacher's arms. Jenna pushed on her butt until Laura was straddling her thigh. Laura started involuntarily pushing against her as Jenna captured her nipple through her dress and kissed her.

Jenna thought she had a willing new pupil when all of unaccustomed imbibing caught up with Laura. The blonde stumbled, gasped, and announced that she was going to be sick. Robby rushed over and took her to the bathroom. He held her hair out of the way, as Laura sacrificed a hundred dollars worth of drinks to the porcelain goddess. Between them, Jenna and Robby cleaned her up and got her into the bed. Jenna was mightily disappointed and tried to get Robby to make up for Laura's sudden departure. When Robby refused, she only shrugged, kissed him goodnight, and left. Robby undressed and slipped into the bed to hold his sweetheart.

Robby woke up at nine and ordered room service. He let Laura sleep until the food arrived at ten, then gently kissed her awake. Laura moaned pitifully and sat up holding her head. Robby worked hard at keeping a straight face as he fed her three aspirins and a tall glass of ice water. Laura finished the water and plopped back onto the bed.

"Oh, Baby", she moaned, "I feel so bad I'd have to get better to die."

Robby bit his tongue to keep from laughing. He held her and stroked her hair until her head quit pounding.

"I need to brush my teeth; my mouth tastes like the bottom of a bird cage," she said.

Robby did laugh out loud at that and asked just when she had had that experience. Laura shot him a dirty look, then started laughing too. He helped her up and adjusted the shower as she brushed the fur off her tongue. She got into the shower with him and moaned in appreciation as he shampooed her hair and bathed her. She stood head down in the pelting spray while he cleaned himself, then gratefully let him dry her. A couple of pieces of cinnamon toast settled her stomach. By eleven, she felt quasi-human. She fixed her hair and dressed while Robby went down to his room to get ready for a day of sight seeing. On a whim, she called Jenna and asked her to join them. She did not remember a lot of last evening, but she recalled she had enjoyed having Jenna with them.

The trio bought a day pass for the streetcars and busses at the front desk, then stepped out and headed west to find the St. Charles Streetcar. They boarded at the first stop on St. Charles Avenue, as recommended by the desk clerk, and managed to snag seats before the trolley filled with tourists. Eventually, Robby gave up his seat to a lady and stood in front of his companions for close to fifteen minutes as they rode to the zoo. Both Laura and Jenna noticed that, although they were chatting quietly to each other, their gazes were actually fixed on Robby's zipper and the effect the rocking motion of the trolley was having on his manhood. Salacious thoughts flitted across each of their minds, but they actually only spoke about the grand mansions they could glimpse down the streets. For his part, Robby ignored their stares and paid close attention to the wood, workmanship, and brass fittings of the trolley.

Finally, they arrived at the Audubon Zoo, across the street from Tulane and Loyola Universities. The zoo turned out to be surprisingly attractive with thoughtful exhibits designed for both children and grownups. The biggest surprise was Monkey Hill. An artificial elevation built, it said, in the 1930s to show the children of New Orleans what a hill was since the land all around the city was flood plane flat. Robby liked the white tigers; Jenna and Laura voted for the gorillas, especially the new nineteen-year-old silverback, Casey, who had a fierce male expression and adept fingers. Laura thought she saw him swinging a hairbrush, but it turned out to be a piece of bark.

As the day wore on, his two companions seemed to be walking closer and closer on either side of Robby, who finally realized that the animal odors and occasional glimpses of half-hearted mating by some of the inmates were affecting the two women. He knew instinctively what to do. As they finished touring the zoo, he suggested stopping at a local restaurant for a light meal. Luckily, taxis were at the entrance and they caught one to get to a nearby place Robby had checked in his brochure and had gotten the desk to make reservations. Called Delmonico's, it was now under the ownership of famed chef and nice guy Emeril Lagasse. What a treat it was for his lady friends, as they discovered both the restaurant and Robby's thoughtful planning.

Mr. Lagasse was not handling any skillets that day but all three enjoyed a great late lunch. As soon as someone at another table mentioned naptime, the two women stood and pulled Robby to his feet. "Which way to the streetcar?" they asked as they breezed out the door, leaving a curious trail of Cajun spices and pheromones.

In no time, they were back at the hotel and in the lobby. Laura had had a wonderful time and having Jenna along only added to the fun. Laura and Jenna had a lot more in common than Robby. They seem to agree on almost everything. Laura thought she had found a new best friend. The three of them rode the elevator up to the fourteenth floor. Jenna was as in heat as the lioness at the zoo. Laura, although strangely aroused as well, was tired and still not recovered from last night. She decided that she would take a nap; Jenna and Robby could hang out in the suite if they wanted. A couple of hours sleep and she would be ready for the evening, she figured.

They were no sooner in the suite than Jenna's cell phone rang. It was one of the other chaperones in a panic because two of the girls were missing. Jenna reluctantly agreed to join the search. Robby said he would help as well. Jenna was seriously disappointed at the turn of events, she had hoped for a little time alone with Laura. Oh well, duty first. Robby kissed Laura goodbye, then Jenna did the same. Laura did not even flinch when Jenna licked her lips apart and scraped her tongue across Laura's teeth. It felt not only good but also natural to kiss her new friend that way.

Robby and Jenna caught the elevator down to the lobby. As soon as the doors closed, Jenna gave Robby a searing kiss.

"I really like Laura, I think we are going to become really close friends," Jenna said.

Robby allowed that that would be great, but warned Jenna to be careful with Laura and her feelings. He then explained about Laura's tragic past. Jenna was almost in tears when they arrived at the lobby. As they split up and headed in different directions on Canal Street, Jenna started to reevaluate her plans for Laura. She decided that the best course of action was to let Laura set the pace. Laura was still going to be a great friend and Jenna was going to be there if Laura wanted more.

In room 1407, Laura stripped down to her panties and slipped between the cool sheets. She could still feel Robby and Jenna's kisses on her lips. She drifted off to sleep thinking that they were both equally nice and equally exciting. She wanted more of each.

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Chapter 3