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Cassie
by Janna Leonard (sensuscribe3@yahoo.com)
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Cassie, told in eleven chapters, is a story of a young
woman's sexual awakening and desire. There is romance,
a little heartache, some thrills of discovery, and
emotional growth as she works her way through her
feelings. A boy, another girl, then a man and a woman
share her bed and her life as she progresses from
virgin to accomplished and confident lover. (FFM, FF,
teens, bi, rom, voy, oral, mast, anal)
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Warning: This story contains graphic sexual acts
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Authors note: for those of you who like a little
romance and fun along with the sex. I write about it
because people do it, it's normal...
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CHAPTER ONE: "Awakening"
I think I first became aware of myself as a sexual
being when I was around 16. Crampy periods and small
breasts had appeared at age 12, so I was capable of
childbirth, but I wasn't interested in motherhood and
babies.
My mother had given me her brown eyes and olive skin,
with thick wavy hair that hung to just above my butt.
At 5-10 and 135 pounds with a size 10 shoe, I didn't
think of myself as ugly, only ungainly and awkward. I
also got a little extra body hair, so trimming and
shaving was an every-other-day task.
Slender and shy with a vivid imagination, I read
stories and imagined myself the heroine. I discovered
the tender bump at the top of my little cooter and the
dampness that came when I touched it, along with the
pleasant glow from rubbing my nipples. I also took a
little green or blue pill each morning without fail
because my mother insisted. Months before when we left
the clinic, my crotch tender from the Doctor's
probings, I had asked why. My mother replied "You'll
see."
My family lived in Sedgwick, New York near the finger
lakes. The old 2 story house at the edge of town was
the only home I'd ever known. I longed to travel and
see distant places and things, doing so often in my
mind. In reality, I shared a bathroom with my brother
Chad, 18, who worked afternoons at the hardware store
my Dad owned. He was due to leave for boot camp soon
and I'd have the whole upstairs to myself. We were
civil to each other, but we didn't run in the same
social circles. He teased me unmercifully about my
looks and body, seeming to relish seeing me cry. Mom
kept the books and filled in, and I was occasionally
called on to help in the store.
School was a long bus ride away and my after school
activities were at a minimum. I found the forest to be
a quiet undemanding companion and walked there often,
lost in reverie of Robin Hood or King Arthur and his
Round Table. Our parents were from the "old school",
requiring our best efforts at grades and behavior,
which meant I got yelled at often for daydreaming.
My sophomore year ended and I had my birthday. Mornings
I had some chores to do around the house, but
afternoons were to be mine. Every day I would take a
book and a large towel into the woods, walking the
trails that criss-crossed the preserve until I found a
spot to sit in the sun and read. Not bothering with a
swim suit, I undressed and sprawled on the towel,
anxious to continue with the adventures of the
characters in my novel.
As they were besieged by foes they would eventually
conquer, I had many fluttery orgasms induced by my
fingers. One afternoon I was far inside the woods on a
trail that was unfamiliar, and I came across a pool of
water. Square and obviously man-made, it was about 50
feet on a side and 3 or 4 feet deep. It was fed by the
trickle of a small stream, and the outflow was a brick
affair with a pipe sticking through. The sun shone
brightly through the canopy and I settled in for a good
read. The warm sun felt good on my naked body and I
spent the afternoon reading and playing with myself,
wading into the cool water occasionally to cool off.
The pond became my favorite place, a haven for thoughts
and deeds that I could not do elsewhere. I began riding
my bike instead of walking in order to spend more time
at the pond. Some oil and a blanket, sometimes food,
but never any companions. I didn't know anyone well
enough to share my love of nudity. I went there every
day I could, picking a spot on the far side to lay out
so I could see someone coming. I had explored the
perimeter of the place and I knew I wasn't the only one
who came there.
As July began, I was a month into a deep dark tan,
humming softly to myself as I walked around, picking up
other people's trash. I saw a tent set up some distance
away and went to investigate. I had a habit of talking
out loud when I was alone, and as I bent to touch the
flap I asked "I wonder whose this could be?" I screamed
with fright as a male voice behind me said "Mine." I
whirled around and dropped the bag, attempting to cover
myself with my hands. I turned crimson and yelled "Who
are you? What are you doing here?"
He was leaning against a tree, legs crossed, smiling.
"Same as you, I think," he said. We locked eyes for a
second and he grinned. He was nude, dark brown all
over, and kinda cute. My height with a wiry build, I
thought him handsome. He was almost hairless except for
a tuft at the base of his stomach, and his walnut-size
testicles were loose in their sac. I was scared and
said "You shouldn't be sneaking up on people like
that!"
He smiled and walked toward me, holding out his hand. I
backed up a couple of steps and tripped over a branch,
landing on my butt with my legs in the air. "Oh shit!"
I yelled, more embarrassed than ever. He reached down
and took my hand, pulling me up and inclining his head
to the pond.
"Let's go in the water," he said. He held my hand as we
waded in and knelt in the neck deep water.
"There, better now?" he asked, still smiling. He
couldn't see my nakedness anymore and I relaxed a
little. My hair was spread over the water and I
gathered it into my hands and flipped it to my front,
hopefully concealing my breasts. The coolness had made
my nipples hard, and I shivered.
Inspecting him, I saw a boy with big brown eyes and
longish hair. He had a nice smile and white even teeth.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Kevin," he replied.
"What are you doing here?" I inquired.
"As I said, same as you, enjoying nature," he smiled
back. I nodded, and he said, "I also enjoy looking at
pretty naked women." I caught the comment about
'women', and said "I'm only 16!"
He shrugged and replied "You're still very pretty."
A compliment always made my ears turn pink, and he
smiled again.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"17, I'm a runaway," he replied.
"Where do you live?" I asked, and he shrugged, waving
his hands around him and said "Everywhere." Deciding
that if he didn't want to give out any more information
about himself, I wasn't going to divulge anything but
my name.
"I'm Cassie," I said. He nodded and said nothing.
A few moments of uncomfortable silence ensued, then he
said "I like it when you read out loud, especially the
poetry." I hadn't read any poetry that day, so I asked
"How long have you been watching me?"
"A couple of weeks, I guess," he replied. I cringed,
thinking that he had watched me as I fingered myself,
invading my private moments of pleasure.
I got angry and yelled "You goddamn pervert!" I stood,
not caring what he saw, and waded in the direction of
my blanket on the far side. Standing there shaking, I
dried myself and quickly dressed. He came up behind me
as I snapped my bra shut and said "I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to embarrass you."
I barked "Well, you did, damn you!", picking up my
things and cramming them into the basket. "You're just
like my brother, peeking at me while I'm in the
bathroom!" I yelled. I glanced at him and saw that his
penis was larger than before. Circumcised with a
rounded tip, it was sticking out from his body. 'Nicer
looking than my brother's', came the unbidden thought.
I blushed and wheeled my bike around, once again
embarrassed that I could have that effect on him. As I
rode away, he called "Are you coming back tomorrow?"
I didn't answer and pedaled faster toward home. Going
to my room, I threw myself on my bed and tried to sort
out my feelings. Pleased that he thought me a woman and
attractive, but very angry that he had seen me doing
private things, my mood was ambivalent. I was quiet and
thoughtful during the evening and as I went to bed I
decided to return to my pond, regardless of what he
thought.
The next day I put on my white two-piece under my
clothes and rode slowly to the pond. I spread my
blanket and undressed, thinking "watch me if you want",
getting out my oil. I applied it and lay on my stomach,
reading. Minutes passed and I couldn't concentrate on
my book, I found myself re-reading the same paragraphs
several times. I put the book away and stretched out,
enjoying the heat. A rustling of needles close by made
me look up, and there he was. He was standing nude with
his pack in his hand, smiling, and said "Hello again."
I mumbled "Hello" and tucked my head into my arm,
turning away from him.
"You really ought to take your suit off, you know," he
stated.
Angrily I said "Why, so you can stare at my boobs some
more?"
"It's only skin, Cassie, it's only skin," he said
tiredly and walked around the water to the other side.
I spent the afternoon sunning, when I left I could see
his head above one of the logs.
I missed the next couple of days, Saturday was yard
work and shopping with Mom, and Sunday was church and
family dinner.
When I came back, he was nowhere to be found. I
searched the entire area, finding a small trench in the
ground hidden behind a tree, close to where I usually
spread my blanket. There was a forked stick jammed in
the ground next to it, holding a partial roll of toilet
paper wrapped in plastic. I had been peeing in the pond
near the outflow, I was damned if I wanted to give him
the satisfaction of seeing me do that, he'd already
seen enough! I tried it and pushed some dirt into the
hole from the small mound nearby, covering the
evidence. Try as I might to be angry, I was pleased he
had thought of me.
I didn't see him again until late in the week at mid-
afternoon. He was fully clothed and dirty, but smiled
at me and said "Hi." Stripping off his clothes, he got
a small bag from his pack and waded in, standing near
the outflow. He washed and I could see bruises on his
thighs and arms. His hands were raw and red. I watched
and asked "Where have you been?"
"Workin'," was his muffled reply.
He sat and dried off, sighing with relief. I decided
that the only way to open him up and learn anything
about him was to be open myself, so I turned my back to
him and said "Undo me, please."
"What?" he asked.
"I said, undo me, please," I repeated. He untied both
knots on the top of my suit and I shrugged it off.
Standing, I stripped off the bottoms and sat back down.
A little embarrassed but determined, I asked "Why do
you come here?"
"Aside from the view, you mean?" he grinned at me.
Blushing, I nodded.
"I live here," he said.
"All the time?" I asked incredulously. He nodded and I
asked "Why?"
He took a deep breath and said "Because of my family."
I gestured 'come on, tell me more', and he said "I
don't have the body weight to play football, or the co-
ordination for other sports, and my Dad thinks I'm gay
because I like to play the piano and read a lot." He
was thin, true, but gay? I didn't think so from the
looks he gave me!
"What are you going to do when winter comes?" I
inquired.
He shook his head and said "I don't know."
"I live close by," I said, "I could sneak you food and
stuff."
"Nah, that wouldn't work, but I'll figure something
out, don't worry."
He relaxed and stretched out on the blanket close to
me, I think relieved that I knew the truth, and closed
his eyes. I wrapped the blanket around him before I
left, letting him sleep as darkness fell.
For the next weeks, we saw each other every day I could
get away, slowly becoming friends. We read to each
other, and I checked books out of the library and
brought them for him. I quit wearing my suit and was
more comfortable nude around him. Playing in the water
he would brush my chest or butt with his arm and say
"I'm sorry," giving my insides a twinge. My nipples
were constantly hard and I played with myself at night,
fantasizing about his penis. If I wasn't in love, I was
surely in lust. From our beginnings of not wanting him
to see me nude, now I wanted him to touch me.
One afternoon when we were in the water horsing around,
I put my arms around his neck and hugged him close,
briefly touching my lips to his. He responded by
returning the kiss and then looking me in the eye. His
arms were around my waist and I felt his manhood
against my belly. Wordlessly, he released me and led me
to the blanket and dried us off. Sitting, he quietly
asked "Why'd you do that?"
"Do what?" I replied.
"You know what, Cassie, don't play dumb," he said.
"I like you, I thought you might like to kiss me," I
said, worried that I'd gone too far.
"I do, I did, but I can't get involved with you."
"Why, because you have another girlfriend somewhere?" I
asked, a tear coming to my eye.
"No, because I can't be here for you when you need me
later on...kisses are nice, but they lead to other
things, and as much as I want that, I can't hurt you
that way," he said.
"What happened to 'live for the moment', and 'enjoy the
day'," I cried, throwing his words back at him. He sat
quietly slumped and said "What if you get pregnant?"
"I'm on the pill," I replied brazenly.
Nothing I had ever read or heard about sex prepared me
for the truth of it. Laying down and tucking me into
his side, we cuddled and kissed, stroking each other.
The warm sun beat on us and our internal temperatures
raised a notch. I felt my crotch get wet and saw his
cock grow. I held it, instinct telling me to move my
hand. He was gentle and patient, his lips warm and
soft, crooning in my ear, giving me chills.
He rolled to cover me and I opened my thighs as he
sucked a nipple. His hips ground into me and I grasped
his penis to put it inside. It throbbed several times
in succession and he groaned, saying "I'm sorry, I'm
sorry." Hot milky fluid covered my belly and pubic
hair, dripping down the inside of my legs.
"It doesn't matter," I replied, stroking his softening
cock. I rubbed his come into our bellies, coaxing and
kissing him. I crawled on top of him smothering him in
wet kisses, moaning with desire, wanting him inside me.
I rubbed my slit on his cock, coating it with my
juices. Involuntary twitches were happening deep inside
me and I was ready. Soon his erection became full again
and I inserted the slippery tip inside my pink lips.
Much bigger than a finger, my labia were open, my once
vertical slit now an oval.
I pushed back and he slid in a couple of inches. There
was a tightness there that he couldn't get past, and an
ache began deep in my pussy. I rocked back and forth,
willing him deeper with each thrust. Feeling something
give as he slid all the way inside I froze, legs
trembling, as the pressure of being filled with his
cock became real. I cuddled to his chest, moaning "Oh
God Oh God Oh God."
Not moving, I quivered as my cunt adjusted itself to
his presence, spasms inside and all. Kissing him once,
I rose up on my arms and rocked, letting go the
tension, consciously opening my pussy on each out
stroke, and clamping it tight on the return.
Faster and faster, pounding my clit on his pubic bone,
I felt the pleasure building, gasping for air and arms
tiring.
"My nipples, please pinch my nipples!" I whimpered,
getting closer and closer to release. He cupped my
breasts and rubbed them between thumb and finger,
connecting them to my pussy's heat. His face got red
and he started crying "Cassie, oh God yes Cassie!" as I
felt him throb. My pussy got flooded with come and I
climaxed hard, crouching for short fast thrusts that
bumped my cervix. I screamed, humping him until I
couldn't move. The waves slowly diminished, leaving me
crumpled on top of him, his now softening penis buried
in my folds. I kissed him and nibbled his ear, getting
a smile. Neither of us moved until he fell out of me
some minutes later.
Pink wet slime covered his cock as I rolled off of him
and looked down. There were bubbles of it covering the
base of his cock and I felt it oozing from my slit. We
waded into the warm water holding hands and rinsed. I
bent and pulled at myself to get a look, surprised to
see the lips closed once more. They were red and puffy
and I ached inside. A wonderful ache though, I thought
as we kissed.
His lips nuzzled my neck with a wet kiss and his hands
held my breasts. For the next 2 hours, I was in heaven.
I was ready again by the time we got back to the
blanket and he cradled me in his arms, kissing my face.
I felt like he was worshipping my body, wanting to know
each inch intimately. He gradually worked his way down
my body and when he got to my pussy, urged me to open
my legs. He went after my labia and clit with his
mouth, knowing exactly where to suck and lick to
produce the desired effect. I held my knees up, and I
think I came three times, crying and screaming each
time with the joy of it. This was sex, wonderful sweaty
intense sex, and I was ready for more.
I pulled him up to kiss him and reached for his penis,
guiding it to my center. I arched my back and said
"More?"
"You sure?" he asked, a doubtful look on his face.
I nodded and pulled his hips closer, pushing him inside
me. I flinched as he went past the sore spot and he
stopped, concern on his face.
"It's ok, it's ok, honest, go ahead," I pleaded and he
slowly slid his cock deep. I wrapped my legs loosely
around his body, my knees wide, and our second time was
slow and sweet. Somehow feeling harder than before, he
penetrated past my uterus, nudging something up there
that felt very, very good. We kissed a lot and he took
the time to suck a nipple or nibble my ears. His rhythm
changed and he went faster, causing my pussy to start
squeezing him.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!" he said and as I felt the wetness
of his come, I came in a rush, clamping him tight and
wheezing for breath. Long seconds later, he collapsed
on me and I held him.
We splashed in the water again, dunking each other like
the children we were, in awe at what we had just done.
Our bodies fit together just like nature intended,
giving and getting immense pleasure from it. I was
happy.
"My curfew is dark, I'll have to leave soon," I said,
hugging him.
"Tomorrow?" he asked.
"Oh yes, count on it," I replied.
It was already Mid-August and we didn't know when the
snow was going to fly. We made the most of each day we
had, starting with a kiss and a hug, ending with
several orgasms for both of us. Remembering the first
time, our ritual began with my mouth on him, his strong
male scent in my nose as I sucked him. I swallowed his
warm salty fluid, finding that he tasted differently
each day depending on what he ate. That made me very
wet and as soon as he recovered I would lie on my back
and beckon to him to fill me. We tried every position
we could think of, my favorite being on my stomach with
my ass high in the air. I could have 3 or 4 orgasms to
his one, especially if he put his thumb in my butt.
Several nights were spent in his tent, my mother
thinking I was at a girlfriend's house. Waking up with
him near me was thrilling, and we began the day with
slow sex, tongues and fingers everywhere. Cuddling in
his sleeping bag if it was cool, I fell asleep with him
inside me more than once.
I posed for him several times and as he labeled and
catalogued each print, I thought perhaps in later years
they would give him pleasant memories of me. I kept two
of him, both showing his smile and his body.
A week before Labor Day, I told him that school was
going to start the Tuesday after and asked what he was
going to do.
"I won't be able to be with you any more except on
weekends and maybe not then," I said.
"I'll have to leave, they're probably getting pretty
close now anyway," he replied.
"How long have you been gone?" I asked.
"Since the end of May," he said.
Our lovemaking the last days was soft and sweet, with
extra efforts from him to please me. Sucking on my
clit, he would murmur "Sweet, sweet," and play with my
butt. The Friday he left, we met for the last time at
the pond about 2 PM. It was windy and cool as we
snuggled in his tent, warming each other.
"Look for my name in a few years," he said, "I hope to
learn to take great photographs and write, maybe be a
foreign correspondent. Maybe I'll be famous," he
laughed.
We spent our last two hours together destroying any
trace of his presence at the pond. We put anything that
could be connected to him in a bag, which I would take
with me and burn.
"I love you," I cried, tears dripping from my chin.
"I can't ask you to wait, just hold a place in your
heart for me sometimes," he said.
"Always," I replied. He shouldered his pack and walked
deeper into the woods, stopping once to wave and blow
me a kiss. I cried for an hour, sobs of sadness, regret
and loss all rolled into one.
I burned the bag at my house and cried myself to sleep
that night. In the morning I had a terrible headache
and after breakfast went to do my laundry for the first
time in three weeks. I was in the laundry room putting
clothes in the washer when Mom walked by, wrinkling her
nose. She didn't say anything until I came out and sat
at the table, sipping my coffee.
"Want to tell me about it?" she asked.
"What?" I said.
"For starters, why your laundry stinks of sex and your
panties are stiff in the crotch with sperm," she
smiled.
Embarrassed again, I turned pink and hung my head. Over
the next three hours, she wrangled the whole story out
of me, including a description of what my first time
was like.
"Now you know why you are on the pill, sweetie," she
said, patting my shoulder. "You're a lot like I was at
your age, I couldn't get enough."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"When I was your age we had condoms, only we called
them rubbers. I had several long term relationships
with boys before I met your Father."
"With sex?" I squeaked, aghast at her revelations.
"Of course with sex silly, why else would you go with a
boy?" she calmly replied.
Somehow I just could not envision my Mother in the
throes of sex with a boy, and it was impossible to
imagine her and my Father together. My brother and I
were here on the planet so the evidence was there, but
my mind was unable to grasp it. Suddenly I looked at
her in a different light, as a woman, not as an
authority figure, and understood. Females are the
security of the children, the nurturers, and in the
future I would be just like her. I had joined their
ranks.
"So you're not angry?" I asked.
"No," she said, shaking her head, "I saw the signs, I
knew it would happen, look at it in a positive light,
you're filling out your bra a little better, your
complexion has cleared up and you're not so scrawny any
more!" She laughed out loud and hugged me hard,
whispering "Oh my darling girl" in my ear.
"I wish I had something of his to keep, maybe even a
baby," I said.
"No, you don't, Cassie, not a baby...you have something
more precious anyway."
"What's that?"
"Memories, sweetie, memories," she said, and hugged me
again.
I didn't say anything about the two pictures.
CHAPTER TWO: "Seduction"
My mother's acceptance of my actions drew me closer to
her. I helped out with laundry and meals whenever I
could, and she was grateful. That led to many intimate
conversations on the couch, sharing our secrets and
feelings. She encouraged me to dress in a more feminine
way, giving me hints about makeup and hairstyles that
would look good. I started wearing dresses and skirts
to school instead of jeans and got a toe ring. My
underwear became silky and smooth, full of lace and
strings, my bras exposing a little more of my meager
cleavage to the world.
My brother left home for basic training and I moved
into his room. The full-length mirror on the closet
door reflected the new me. For once in my life, it felt
good to be female.
Time flew by, before I knew it we were in Christmas
break. Dad announced that we'd have to put up with some
contractors in the spring, we were getting a pool
installed and that was going to be everyone's Christmas
present.
We opened presents early the next morning. I got
clothes, some money and frilly underwear from Mom.
Fleeting thoughts of Kevin passed through my mind,
warming my panties. I still thought of him, but not in
a sad way. He had given me the gift of womanhood and he
would always have a special place in my heart.
After Christmas, school resumed and I continued to ride
the bus. Gym class was indoors now due to weather and
our teacher Miss Kelsey worked us hard, exercising and
running laps. Volleyball was fun but tiring, and swim
class was the best of all. A new girl got the locker
next to me and introduced herself as Sammi. As tall as
me with blond hair and pale blue eyes, she was 20
pounds lighter and skinny. She had the pinkest nipples
I'd ever seen and a tiny butt. No hips to speak of, and
she didn't need a bra at all. The few pubic hairs she
had served to enhance rather than conceal and she
called it her 'peach'.
Outgoing and popular from the first day, she made
friends easily. Being the tallest girls in the class we
were often paired up and gradually got to know each
other. Her folks had moved to town just before
Christmas from Florida. Dad was a CEO for something,
Mom was a housewife and she had a brother named
Christopher. Our only class together was gym, and as
she and the other girls talked about boys, I could tell
which ones were experienced and which were not. I would
smile inwardly, thinking 'if you only knew'.
My body had changed some, my breasts had grown to the
point where they bounced and ached if they were
unrestrained. My pubic hair was spreading upward,
requiring me to trim it often. My slit had changed its
appearance too, from very similar to Sammi's to more
like my Mom. My hood was very evident at the top,
separating the outer lips. Easy to get to, it provided
nice feelings at night in my bed.
Sammi and I became friends, skating on Friday nights.
My Dad bowled on Fridays and he would drop me off and
pick me up. I flirted with some boys and avoided
others, particularly ones who looked like Kevin or
acted like my brother. Sammi was a tease, rubbing
herself on boys as she skated, and sometimes vanishing
for a few minutes at break time.
In May the contractors broke ground for the pool and
our yard and house were a mess. I had a small party for
my 17th birthday and invited Sammi and some other girls
I knew. The weather was warming and the last few days
of school were nice. The heavy winter clothing was put
away and I wore short dresses and sandals, looking
forward to being nude once again in summer.
I passed all my classes with a B average, making my
parents proud of me. I sat in the sun and watched as
the guys put the finishing touches on the pool,
dreaming of laying out stark naked on the deck. My old
white two piece fit snugly, and I'm sure I got a few
looks as I sunbathed. I invited Sammi for the opening
that weekend, she said she wouldn't miss it for the
world.
Sammi didn't seem to care when her suit would slip and
expose a breast or a butt cheek and she giggled at me
when my top came undone. Our horseplay became physical,
dunking each other and laughing hysterically. Dad said
there would be some other folks coming the following
day, and I got the idea that Sammi might like to see my
pond.
The next day we gathered our stuff and I asked my Mom
if we could go. I got permission as long as we were
home by dark. I agreed and we headed for the woods. On
the walk, Sammi was curious and talkative, getting
personal with her questions. I told her very little
about Kevin, talking mostly about the pond itself and
the feelings I'd had there.
She saw it first and ran to the edge, dipping her toes.
"Oohhh, cold!" she squealed. I walked to the bank and
looked it over, thinking it needed a good cleaning.
Some memories popped into my mind and I shook my head
to clear my eyes of the tears. 'right over there by
that tree' I thought, blinking hard.
"What's wrong?" Sammi asked, touching my shoulder.
"Nothing," I replied, "Let's get it cleaned up and swim
a little."
We took the fallen branches away and spread our blanket
near the water. We waded in holding hands and cleared
some of the winter debris from the surface, throwing it
on the banks. It was cold and we shivered as we dried
off and sat down.
We talked for awhile, letting the sun do its work and I
told her a few things about Kevin. Her eyes got bigger
and she listened with rapt attention as I described his
body and what he had done for me. "Oh, wow!" she said
as I finished. She asked "Is that why your lips hang
out?"
"I guess," I replied, surprised that she had noticed
that intimate detail. I had looked at her, so fair was
fair and I shrugged it off. We talked for a few more
minutes, her requests for more details about Kevin the
most frequent topic.
She stood up and said "Race ya!" and dove in. I waded
in and swam toward the center. The next half-hour was
horseplay and dunking each other, enjoying the cool
water. When I got out, I took off my suit and hung it
on a branch, and Sammi blushed. "What are you doing?
What if someone sees you!?" she exclaimed.
"Then they'll get an eyeful, I like being nude better,"
I replied. I sat down and Sammi kept looking at me out
of the corner of her eye, trying to peek without
getting caught. We had seen each other naked dozens of
times in the showers at school, I couldn't figure why
it was such a big deal.
Finally she said "Oh, the hell with it!" and peeled off
her suit. Somehow this seemed more exciting, naughty
somehow that we chose to be nude. I got the oil out of
my bag and asked "Want me to do your back?" She nodded
and lay down on her tummy, spreading her legs slightly.
I started at her feet, savoring the view and worked my
way to her butt. I massaged the oil on each cheek,
enjoying the feel of her skin. I rubbed over her
dimples on the way to her shoulders and she wiggled.
"Roll over," I said. She did, again spreading her legs,
putting her arms over her head. I started at the top,
debating whether to apply oil to her breasts. I thought
if she didn't like it, she could always say no. I
rubbed from her collarbone down, smoothing the oil, and
caressed the slight swell of her right boob, sliding
over the nipple to do the same to the left. She said
nothing but her nipples got hard, and I spent some time
making sure they were adequately oiled.
We exchanged places and she began oiling me. Her hands
were strong and I relaxed as the warmth of the sun and
the oil did its work. She kneaded my butt, stroking
between my legs with her fingers, moving down my legs.
No one had ever touched me like that, not there anyway,
and I could feel myself start to get wet! I thought
'what the hell is going on!?' I liked boys, or at least
I thought I did, thinking of Kevin.
She did my feet and I rolled over without being told.
She dripped oil directly on my boobs and massaged it
in. My nipples got hard quickly and I felt another
twinge directly connected to my puss. I parted my legs
and she avoided my hair, going instead down the inside
of my thigh. "Mmmmmmm, that feels good," I murmured.
She spent a lot of time working around my upper legs
and gradually moved to my feet. She popped my toes one
by one, commenting on my ring, and said "There! All
done!"
I was relaxed, wet and more than a little horny. She
laid down next to me and we talked some more. The heat
got to us and we got into the water, slowly swimming
and moving around. "Geez, you're right, it does feel
better without a suit," she said. I smiled and said
"Told ya!" I still needed some relief, so I used the
cover of the water to finger my clit. It responded
quickly, getting big and hard, and I stifled a squeak
of pleasure as I came. It wasn't a big one, but it took
the edge off.
We went back to our towels and ate some snacks, sitting
cross-legged facing each other. If we were going to
look at each other, there was no need to crane our
necks and be uncomfortable. Her eyes dropped to my slit
several times during our conversation, as mine did to
hers. I was curious, for sure. She surprised me by
saying "Your pussy looks pretty." I laughed and said
"God girl, you need your eyes examined, my pussy looks
like a clam!" She giggled and I laughed louder,
wondering what was all this about?
There was several moments of dead silence and she
quietly asked "Can I show you something?" "Ok, I guess,
is it gonna hurt?" I asked. "No, no, it feels good once
you get used to it," she said.
"Just lean back and spread your legs," she instructed.
I did as she wanted, leaning back on my elbows. She
knelt between my knees and touched my pussy with her
middle finger. She pushed it in and I flinched. It was
plenty wet, but she was at the wrong angle. I reached
down and parted the lips, guiding her fingertip to my
entrance.
"Right there," I said. She turned her hand palm up and
slowly pushed her finger in all the way. She took her
other hand and pushed down on my belly just above my
hair, and I felt her finger move in circles. She hit my
come spot and made me feel tingly and warm all over. It
also felt like I had to pee, so I said, "You keep that
up and I'm going to pee all over your hand."
"I know," she said, "it feels like that for a minute,
and then it gets better."
'Better' did not begin to describe what occurred soon
after. My nipples got hard and I played with them,
watching her concentrate. The feeling of the full
bladder disappeared, replaced with a heat. I could feel
my pussy gripping her finger and this was not something
I was consciously doing. The glow continued outward,
making my knees weak and my breathing labored. I could
feel a pressure building in my groin, my legs were
quivering, and I laid down. What she was doing was
connected to my nipples, each time I would roll one
between my fingers, it would get warmer in my pussy.
The pressure built higher and her thumb started bumping
my clit.
I was no stranger to orgasms, but as my stomach
clenched and my heels began drumming the ground, I
screamed out loud with the sheer pleasure of it. I felt
my pussy lock onto her finger and milk it, wave after
wave of joy coming with each spasm. She held my belly
down and worked the finger harder and faster upwards
and it continued, jolting my muscles. I grabbed her
hand and said "Jesus no more, please, I can't stand
it!" She kept her finger inside and stroked under my
clit and down, toying with the first 2 inches of my
hole.
There was a big wet spot on my towel and I was
dripping. She pulled her finger out slowly, looked me
right in the eye and stuck it in her mouth. I was
amazed and more than a little confused. I had tasted
myself, but the last thing I expected was for her to do
the same. "Do I taste ok?" I asked. She grinned and
said "Wonderful!" I got a coke and said "So now what?"
She looked down at the blanket, suddenly shy, and
whispered "You can do me, that is if you want to."
I said "Ok," and she quickly lay on her back with her
knees up, legs wide apart. Taking both hands, she
parted her labia before I ever got on my knees. Wet and
very pink, her insides looked beautiful. Her clit was a
tiny bump barely protruding from its hood and I could
smell her. Her entrance was down low, about the
diameter of a nickel, with white milky fluid oozing
from it. I inserted my finger and groped for her spot.
I angled my finger and hit it on the first try.
I pushed with my other hand and began circling the
area, pressing out with my finger and down with my
hand. From the first touch, she was shaking and saying
"Yes! Oh yes! Right there... oh yes... Yes!" I felt her
pussy clamp on my finger and the rippling of her
muscles inside. I used my thumb on her clit and she
started humping my hand. She climaxed harder than I
had, gasping for air, muttering "Oh god, oh god, oh
god, that's so good... oh god yes, FUCK ME!"
Her writhing and convulsions gradually subsided and she
stopped my thumb from stroking her clit. I continued to
move my finger around inside her, enjoying her aroma
and slipperiness. She eased herself off my finger and
curled on her side. I joined her, touching her
shoulder, and asked "You ok?" "Just need a minute," she
said. My hand was wet to the wrist and I licked my
finger lightly, testing. The taste was tangy sweet with
an earthy smell and I put 2 fingers in my mouth. I
walked to the pond and waded in, washing my hand and my
crotch. When I came out she was sitting up, drinking a
coke.
"So where did you learn that?!" I asked.
"Counselor at the gym camp I went to, likes girls,
taught me about it, kinda nice, isn't it?"
"I'll say!" I replied. She laughed and said "You should
have seen her... she squirts when she comes, and got me
all wet! She went down on me, too."
"What's that like?" I asked.
"Very intense, once I relaxed. I was afraid we were
going to get caught."
"Did you ever do it to her?" I asked.
She nodded and said "Once, her clit is about the same
size as yours."
I sat there digesting this information and she waded
into the water, swimming toward the center. She floated
for awhile, nipple tips breaking the surface, and I got
horny again.
The sun was getting low in the sky and I said "We'd
better get back soon." She agreed and we collected our
belongings. We rinsed the towels out in the pond and I
packed my suit in the bottom of my bag. As we walked
back, she reached for my hand and held it. At the edge
of the woods, she stopped, turned to me and put her arm
around my waist. She cuddled close, pushing her breasts
into my side and said "Thanks for understanding."
Before I could reply, she leaned forward and kissed my
lips, a quick one, soft and gentle. I leaned toward her
and we kissed again, deeper, longer, with some tongue
in it. She massaged my ass and stroked one of my boobs
with her finger. I returned the favor and I was getting
hot. I had kissed Kevin like that, and I knew from past
experience that it led to more.
The next few days were confusing to me. When we skated
that Friday night she made no mention of our afternoon
and teased the boys just like before. Was I attracted
to her? My experience with girls was limited at best,
so I asked my Mom. "She is pretty," Mom said when I
asked her what she thought of my new friend. "Has she
touched you, is that what's wrong?" Mom smiled. I
turned pink and nodded, and she said "You're not the
first girl to be attracted to another."
I looked at her with the obvious question in my eyes
and she dropped her voice to say "You remember when I
told you about the boys I dated?" I nodded and she
continued "Well, there was a girl too, sweet and my
age, and we experimented a little."
"Like how?" I asked.
"Oh, fingers and tongues in the secret places, things
like that," she blushed.
"Moooommmmmm!" I cried, "really?"
"Really," she said, "her name was Katrin."
"What happened?" I asked, desperate for more
information.
"She became possessive and we had to part ways, but she
taught me a lot," Mom said. "She was safe, no chance of
getting pregnant and an excellent kisser, but she
didn't care for boys at all," Mom confided.
"Isn't it wrong?" I asked, my panties getting damp.
"Depends on how you feel about it," she replied.
"I am curious," I said.
"Are there any feelings like you had for Kevin?" she
asked, mentioning his name for the first time in
months.
"Some," I admitted.
"Ah, the joy of young love!" she cried, hugging me
tightly.
Armed with this new information, I invited Sammi to
spend the night after skating and she agreed. She was
her usual self at the rink and as Dad parked the car,
we went to my room. "I need a shower, I stink!" she
declared, and I pointed out the door to the bathroom.
She came out in her underwear, toweling her head and
said "Your turn." I showered quickly, rubbing my clit
in anticipation. I entered my room and she had turned
the light off, leaving only my night light.
"Would you like to sleep nude?" I asked. She thought
about it, shrugged and pulled her panties off. She sat
with me and asked "Can I borrow your hairbrush?"
I handed it to her and watched as she untied her hair
and brushed it. Normally vivacious and bubbly, this was
the quietest I had ever seen her. "Anything wrong?" I
asked.
"No, well... yeah kinda."
"Come on, Sammi," I said, "I've known you for months
and you've never acted like this...what's bothering
you?"
"Wondering what you think of me, I guess," she said.
"I'm your friend, Sammi, our afternoon didn't change
that. I learned something new that felt really, really
good, and I have you to thank for it, then all of a
sudden I'm supposed to hate you, or what?" I said.
"I don't want you to think that I do that with
everybody, that's all," she replied.
"I don't," I said, "Come on, let's go to bed. I turned
out the light and we snuggled in the bed, me flat on my
back and she next to me, with her head in the crook of
my arm. I kissed the top of her head, and said
"G'nite." She threw her leg over mine and hugged my
waist. In minutes, her slow even breathing told me she
was fast asleep.
The next morning we awoke early and got our robes on
for breakfast. There was a note on the kitchen table
saying that my folks were gone for the day shopping.
"Come on," I said, "This is our chance to use the pool
naked!" We went to the deck and dropped our robes.
"Isn't this better than an old clammy suit?" I cried as
I dove in.
Sammi followed and surfaced near me. "What if someone
comes?" she asked.
"I'll lock the gate," I said.
We spent the day in and out of the water, and about 3 I
said "Your tits are getting red, we better cover up."
We showered and put on some shorts and I rubbed some
ointment on her boobs. "They're gonna be sore, "I
laughed.
She grinned and said "It was worth it." She left,
saying she'd call and I was busy making iced tea when
my folks arrived.
The following Saturday, Sammi came over and we went to
the pond again. This time we were better prepared,
bringing a big blanket to sit on. As we undressed by
the edge, she said "I didn't bring a suit."
"I didn't either," I replied. I had hoped for this day
all week and each time we talked she was non-committal.
I was also secretly hoping she would show me some other
things, some very sexual things, and I was excited.
We dove in and swam out to the middle. We sat on the
bottom, playing footsie and toe tag and she pushed
herself over to me. She blushed and asked in a small
voice "Can I kiss you again?" "I thought you'd never
ask," I replied and our lips met. Her hands went
exploring and her middle finger found my clit, rubbing
it to erection. I was busy with her nipples, breaking
the kiss long enough to say "If we're gonna do this,
let's get comfortable!"
She would kiss me and then lick my upper lip on the
inside, going from corner to corner, as if she were
tasting me for the first time. I copied her actions and
we were soon laying on the blanket. She was on top
sucking my nipples, trying to work her hand in between
my legs. This was hot, so sensual and soft, but my
pussy was twitching and my nipples ached.
She let go of my boob and whispered "Can I?" I knew
what she was asking and I said "Sure." She grinned and
slid down my body, spreading my legs wide and raising
my knees. She planted wet tongue kisses in my pubic
hair, in the crease where my leg joined my body, and
all up and down my inner thighs.
My clit was hard and sticking out, I could feel her
breath on it from time to time and when her mouth
engulfed it, I quivered with excitement. She would
suck, then lick, moving from the bottom back to the
top, exploring with her mouth. I came close ten times
and she would always move at the last second. "You
taste good," she said.
"Thank you," I replied and she giggled. She'd been at
it for almost a half-hour, making me crazy with desire
and the need to come. She sucked hard on my clit and
slipped her finger inside, touching my cum spot. I went
over the edge and fucked her face with my hips.
"Ah! Ah, ah, ah, ah, aaaaaahhhhhhh!" I screamed again,
not caring who heard or saw. Her finger felt like a log
inside me as my pussy clamped and released it. I
finally had to stop her, my clit had disappeared and I
was raw. That was by far the strongest orgasm I had had
with her, and I wanted more.
We talked about how we felt and the most important
decision we had to make-what do we tell people? We
decided to keep our sexual side a secret between us for
now, (I know, it was a cowardly decision) but to let
certain people know if we thought they could be
trusted. The stigma of being different was very strong
in those days, and I knew I didn't have the guts to
face ostracism or name calling from my peers.
We spent the afternoon exploring each other, tasting
each other everywhere. She seemed fascinated with my
long nipples and sucked them so hard they ached. My
toes were licked and sucked, which seemed to have a
direct connection to my pussy. I put her on her stomach
and gave her a tongue bath from her feet to her neck,
paying special attention to her sweet firm buttocks and
the dimples just above. From time to time we would just
hold each other and feel the skin contact, kissing
softly and stroking the warmth. I lost count of the
orgasms we shared and the ones we gave.
It got late and we packed up to head home. We walked
slowly, savoring the moment, stopping to share a kiss
or touch a breast now and then. As we reached the end
of the logging road, we stayed back in the trees and
kissed passionately for about 20 minutes. I was horny
again and I knew I would get home and rub my pussy till
I came, but it wouldn't be the same. We got to my gate
and she waved as she continued down the road. I went
inside, my mind dizzy with emotions, thinking of all
the possibilities our new relationship could have.
CHAPTER THREE: "Discovery"
I went in the back door and yelled "Hi! Mom."
Mom turned from the stove and said "There you are. We
were beginning to wonder whether you'd make it home for
supper."
I laughed and said "You ever known me to miss a meal?"
She smiled and said "Well, it's almost done, be ready
in about 15 minutes, ok?" I nodded ok, and went to my
room. My knees were weak, my pussy was wet and I was
sure that she could smell me. I dumped my beach bag in
the closet and headed for my shower.
Under the spray I gave myself a quickie, which did
little except increase my horniness. I soaped and
scrubbed, using the washcloth vigorously to remove any
traces of my afternoon. I dressed in shorts and a T,
complete with underwear and a bra. I ran down the
stairs and took my seat just as Dad walked in from the
den. "Hi, punkin, how are you?" he asked.
I said, "I'm fine."
During the meal I didn't say much, my head still
whirling with thoughts and images of Sammi. I offered
to help with the dishes afterwards and as I dried Mom
said "You ok? you look tired."
I replied "I'm ok, it was just too much sun, I guess."
"Well, you've got all summer to lay out and tan, take
it easy."
I assured her I would, then went to my room.
Locking the door behind me, I stripped off my clothes
and laid on my quilt. I picked up the phone and dialed
Samantha, hoping she would answer. Sammi said "Hello,
Magnuson residence," and I whispered "It's me." I knew
her line was not private, so we kept our conversation
to innocent topics. I asked her when we could get
together again and she said that she didn't know, there
were plans for a shore holiday in the works. She said
she'd call me as soon as she knew anything definite and
hung up.
The next few days were a little lonesome, but as I
helped my Mom clean and cook, I kept my mind full of
visions of her body. She called Friday and said she
could come for the day on Saturday, but they were
leaving for the shore on Sunday morning. There wouldn't
be a sleepover, but we could swim and play in my room.
Everyone was home and we had to wear suits, so we laid
out and talked in the far corner of the pool. We did
manage to grope each other underwater where no one
could see and I had fun with my fingers down the front
of her suit. Just before she left we went to my room to
use the shower and clean off the chlorine. I had her
naked behind a locked door and buried my face in her
slit for almost an hour, making her squirm and come 2
or 3 times. She sucked my tits and fingered me to a
quiet orgasm, then pulled me to the bed and sucked my
puss hard. Afterwards we cuddled and kissed for a few
minutes and she had to go. The week without her went by
very slowly.
When they returned, she spent the day with me in the
pool and said her Mom was going to pick her up later.
About 4:30, we went in for a drink and Mrs. Magnuson
(Martha to her friends) was in the kitchen talking with
my mother. They both were smiling, and Mom said "Are
you up for some company for awhile?"
I didn't understand, and said "I guess, what's going
on?"
Mom said "Myron and Martha are going to Europe for the
rest of the summer, it's a company sponsored trip and
they can't take Samantha and Christopher with, so
Martha asked if Sammi could stay with us. I didn't
think you'd mind, so I said yes." I could barely keep
from screaming "YES!" and said "That's great!" They
would be leaving in 3 days and would bring Sammi over
the morning before their flight. The next 3 days were a
jangle of nerves and anticipation, my mind racing with
the possibilities.
She arrived with 2 bags and an overnight case and we
ran to my room.
We put on suits, and headed for the pool. The late
afternoon sun was warm and bright and we were in and
out of the water, touching, teasing and sneaking
kisses. We volunteered to do dishes after supper and
were invited to watch a movie in the den. Mom made
popcorn, and we sat on the loveseat in our nighties and
robes. We did wear underwear, but both of us dared to
go braless. After the movie we helped clean up, said
our goodnights and headed upstairs.
We took turns giving each other orgasms, one with her
lips buried in the folds of a pussy, the other lightly
licking and teasing around the edges. At one point I
had my tongue deep inside her, my nose against her pink
rosebud. She squealed with delight when I substituted
the tip of my finger for my nose. I lost count after
number 6 for me and we slowed down, slouched against
each other, rubbing and stroking here and there.
The sheet was rumpled and had several large wet spots
and I knew I couldn't keep my eyes open much longer. I
suggested a shower and she agreed. Tender hands washing
you is very erotic and pleasant. We dried off and
remade the bed with fresh sheets, cuddling for sleep. I
looked at the clock before I lost consciousness, and it
read 4:30 AM. It had indeed been a night to remember.
The next day everyone was gone when we got up and we
went nude in the pool. We oiled each other, tenderly
rubbing all the intimate places. I locked the gate and
we spent the day sunning. We ate supper and everyone
spent the evening in the den, us in our robes but naked
underneath. It was exciting knowing that Sammi was a
few inches away, totally nude. I imagined I could smell
her. About 10, Dad said goodnight and we headed for my
room.
I locked the door and lit a candle. I pulled off my
robe, staring at her with a lustful look. She smiled
and did a suggestive bump and grind with her hips as
she slowly took hers off. I put an LP on the stereo
with the volume down low, and we danced. I put her ass
cheeks in my hands and pulled her close and she put her
arms around my neck and chewed on my earlobe. Our
nipples got hard, the breathing got a little heavy and
our lips met, exploring tongues and teeth. She bent to
suck my nipple and I dragged her to the bed.
I spread her legs and rubbed my nipple up and down her
slit, coating it with her juice, then offering it for
her to suck. "Mmmmm.....Mmmmmmm, that's nice," she
whispered. I moved to put my pussy near her mouth and
attacked her clit with my tongue. It took about 15
minutes and we came almost together. She was about 5
seconds ahead of me and I yelped in surprise as her
finger went into my butt as I came. We laid there a few
minutes, letting the afterglow subside and I moved to
cuddle her. I whispered "Shower?" in her ear and she
nodded.
We held hands and tiptoed quietly to the bathroom. A
quick rinse and we got out. She kissed me, standing
with her butt on the sink and her legs apart, holding
me close and rubbing my back. We returned to my room
and got into bed, me next to the window facing the room
and her in front, cuddled like spoons. I put my right
hand on her ribcage just below her breast, and hers
started stroking my hip and thigh. I kissed her neck
and a few moments later, she was asleep.
I lay there and watched her sleep in the dim moonlight,
wondering what this beautiful girl was doing here. Was
I dreaming? If so, I didn't ever want to wake up. Were
we really lesbians, or just fooling around? And the
most nagging thing on my mind was, will this last? I
fell asleep watching her eyes move in sleep, the faint
delicate lashes barely a shadow on her cheek.
The next morning we were informed that we'd have to
help with the preparations for the 4th and the big
party that would be held at our house. Beds were moved
and made, supplies were bought and stored, the pool was
cleaned twice, and we had to wear clothes. Mom insisted
on underwear and bras, and checked to see we had them.
On the evening of the 2nd, Uncle Jessie and Aunt Ellen
arrived with Millie, followed by Grampa McGinnis, Mom's
Dad.
Old Ian held court in the kitchen while we got everyone
a bed and a room assigned and put their things away. We
had a buffet supper and retired to the deck for a warm
evening. We dressed in our most modest suits and joined
the fun. The adults watched and talked, reminiscing and
sharing Ian's bottle of whiskey.
Too soon, it was "off to bed with you", and we went
upstairs. Millie was bunking with us and as I walked
into my room, I saw an air mattress on the floor and
the rollaway from the closet made up. I got the hint
that Mom wanted Sammi and I to sleep in separate beds
while Millie was around. Mom knew we were sleeping
together, but didn't want it to appear obvious. We took
separate showers and dressed in the bathroom in our
nighties, but I was naked under mine. Enough was
enough.
Millie stared at us a bit and when we caught her, she
blushed. She had a lot of questions about our bodies
and hers, wondering if she would ever get boobs and so
on. I answered what I thought an 12 year old should
know, and referred the rest of them to her mother.
Millie protested and said "I can't ask her that!"
I said "You'd be surprised, try it." I took the air
mattress, and gave Sammi a pinkie squeeze before we
fell asleep.
The 3rd was a pool day for all of us, with snacks as we
got hungry. That night Dad took us all out for Chinese
and the adults spent the evening looking at old photo
albums while we played board and card games in the den.
The fourth was hot and sunny and we drove downtown to
watch the parade.
As soon as we got back, Dad lit the grill and the food
started coming. Everyone was in swim suits, including
Grampa, and eating while wet became the order of the
day. Some neighbors dropped by and were invited for a
dip. We took charge of the younger ones and tried to
teach them how to swim in the shallow end.
Evening came and we watched the fireworks from our
patio and deck, oohing and ahhing at the spectacular
booms and showers of sparks. Sammi and I went into the
den for conversation, cards, or just listening to the
adults.
As early as I could, I said "I'd like to hit the sack,"
and Sammi and I went to my room. Millie followed and a
repeat of the previous night ensued. I couldn't help
but notice that Sammi was nude under her nightie,
whispering "Later," in her ear as we prepared for bed.
When I figured that Millie was asleep, I crept very
quietly onto my bed and folded Sammi into my arms. We
kissed, rubbing bodies, moving nighties out of the way
for the skin to skin touch we craved. I was scared we'd
get caught, the sound of our kissing was so loud in my
ears. We stroked each other quietly until I whispered
"We can't, she's here."
Sammi sighed and nodded her understanding. Some soft
kisses later, I returned to the air mattress. As I
curled on my side to sleep, I saw a big pair of brown
eyes watching me from the pillow on the rollaway. I
thought "Oh, shit!" and closed my eyes. I didn't sleep
very well, wondering what Mom would say. The next
morning while Sammi was in the bathroom, Millie came to
me and said "Don't worry, Cassie. I won't tell. You're
my favorite cousin," and gave me a hug. I said
"Thanks," wondering just how much she had seen.
Over mountains of hashbrowns and dozens of eggs, Uncle
Jessie got his gang ready for the road. About 11 AM, we
were all standing in the driveway ready to wave goodbye
and Millie winked at me out the window. I blushed and
she laughed out loud. Mom glanced at me with a
quizzical look, and I yelled "Bye Millie!"
A minute later the car was gone and we returned to the
kitchen. Mom said "Your Dad will take care of outside,
us girls will do the house," and we started to cleanup.
A couple of hours later, all the trash was at the curb
in cans, the beds were stripped and folded away, the
laundry was in process, and I had deflated the air
mattress. I figured that we wouldn't need it now that
Millie was gone.
Dad left for a round of golf and we got ready to swim.
I got brave and asked Mom if we could go nude in the
pool. She nodded and I said "Thank you!" As I turned to
leave she caught my arm and looked at me seriously
saying "I know about your love of nudity. I couldn't
keep diapers on you when you were a toddler, you've
never liked clothes. Just lock the gate." We spent the
day in the water, free from the confines of a suit,
enjoying ourselves.
That night in my room, Sammi asked if I would light the
candle. I did and she turned out the light. She said
"I'll be right back, don't go away." She picked up her
beach bag and went to the bathroom, closing the door. I
had my hair down and was wearing a thigh length
nightgown with nothing on under it. We'd been teasing
each other all day and my nipples were aching to be
sucked. The bathroom door opened a crack and the light
went out. "Cassie?" she said.
"I'm here," I replied. She took a couple of hesitant
steps toward me and stopped. Her hair had been brushed
out and she had on a transparent robe that was floor
length. Under it was a tiny white triangle of silk
between her legs, with a pair of similar pieces
covering her breasts. It was all trimmed in lace and
white fur, and I could see the fine hairs on her legs.
She let me stare for a moment, then took a couple more
steps in my direction. I breathed "My God, you are
beautiful!"
"You like it?"
"Oh yes! I like it a lot!" I said.
"My Mom bought it for my hope chest, she says it's for
my wedding night. I brought it with because I want
tonight to be our wedding night. I love you, Cassie,
forever and always."
I sat speechless, staring at her. There was that "L"
word, out in the open, spoken at last between us. I had
wanted to say it before this, but the time or place had
never seemed right.
"I love you, Sammi," I said, standing up and wrapping
her in my arms. She sobbed a little and said "I didn't
know, I was so afraid you wouldn't feel the same way."
"I do, I do," I said, searching for her lips and
melting into her. The passion grew quickly and I
undressed her bit by bit, ribbon by ribbon, with lots
of kisses and licks on the revealed places. I spread
her legs and ate her pussy right there on the floor,
with my fingers digging in my puss, abusing my clit. I
came when she did, flooding my mouth with her sweet
wetness, and I swallowed and licked until she sagged
against me. I took her arm and led her to the bed,
where I sprawled out with her on my belly. She kissed
and sucked my nipples, working her way down to my heat.
The first few licks on my clit sent me over the edge
and I clamped her head between my legs and groaned. I
relaxed a bit when the contractions subsided and she
continued with her licking and sucking around my labia.
I put my hands behind my knees and opened my legs wide,
willing her to go deeper.
I felt her tongue go inside me, circling and pushing.
Then her fingers, one then two, deep in my pussy,
hunting for my come spot. Her tongue surrounded my clit
again and she massaged the walls of my cunt in time
with her tongue, sucking harder and harder.
I felt it coming and started moaning "Yes... yes...
right there. Oh god yes..." The warmth built and built
and at last it hit. My stomach muscles cramped, my
knees flew apart and I grabbed her head. "OH YEEEES!!
Aahhhhhh... oh fuck! YES! YES! YES! Oh god, oh god, oh
god!!"
Last I remember, I was making a high pitched keening
sound, and I passed out.
I woke up in her arms, her finger inside me, with her
sucking on my nipples again. My legs were together, or
almost, and my head was cradled in her arm.
"You come so nice," she said.
"So hard, you mean," I replied.
"Yeah, that too," she giggled.
I tried to stroke her breast and she moved my hand
away. "Not now, tonight is for you."
I felt her finger begin to move in circles again and
she locked onto one of my nipples, reigniting a fire
between my legs. I could feel a giant wet spot down
there but that didn't stop us. She would get her
fingers wet with my come and smear it all over both my
breasts and lick it off.
She fucked me with her fingers ever faster until I was
sure I was going to come and slack off, keeping me
right on the verge, my toes curled and my pussy aching
for relief. She got between my legs and used her
fingers on my pussy and her mouth on my toes, sucking
each one in turn, driving me nuts with desire. Each
time I would try to get up, she'd push me back down and
say "Not now."
She had my legs in the air spread wide and her mouth on
my left big toe when I felt a finger probe my asshole.
I was so sloppy wet, it slid right in. I tensed with
the pressure, then I felt her thumb enter my cunt.
Slowly but surely she kept pushing both in and out, a
little deeper each time, until it felt like her hand
was entirely inside me.
Her rhythm increased quickly and I felt the explosion
was very near. Her other thumb found my clit and I was
gone. "Yah, yah, yah. Ooooohhh wweeeeeeeeeee!" I
grunted, my hips trying to force her hand deeper. When
that didn't work I grabbed her hand and pushed, shaking
my head back and forth. "Deeper, deeper, deeper," I
hissed, tears in my eyes. 4, 5, 6, 7 times the pleasure
wave coursed through me, leaving me breathless and
quivering. My clit was in my throat and my toes were
numb.
I sat up, trapping her fingers and held her arm.
"Jesus, no more, please no more...." I croaked. I
caught my breath after a few minutes and leaned back so
she could remove her hand. She pulled out slowly and
rubbed her hand on my belly, just above my pussy. She
leaned over and gave my puss a kiss, and a nipple a
gentle pinch. She whispered "You're wet and sweaty, you
need a shower."
I agreed and we made our way to the bathroom. We washed
in the dark and she made me stand there, legs apart and
leaning on the wall of the shower, as she washed me
from head to foot. She told me "Dry off," and pushed me
out of the spray. I dried and watched her finish her
shower and we returned to my bed. Fresh sheets and we
cuddled in, skin to skin. This time she was behind me,
and I fell asleep with her whispering "I love you's" in
my ear.
***
The next morning I woke just as dawn broke. The golden
glow of the sun was beginning to come in the window and
it was not quite full daylight. I was on my back, one
arm on my belly, the other at my side. Sammi was on her
side next to me, her leg thrown over mine, her right
arm across my chest. My crotch was tender, my tummy
ached, and I had to pee. Moving slowly so as not to
wake her, I extricated myself from under her.
She shifted her body a little, but remained quiet. I
found my robe and went downstairs to the bathroom. I
peed and brushed my teeth and felt 100 percent better.
I thought coffee might help and went into the kitchen
to make some. Mom was standing there in her housecoat,
Dad just going out the door. "Hi and Bye," I said and
Dad's ears turned a little pink as he said "Bye,
Sugar." I heard the car door slam and he was gone.
Mom had made coffee and I helped myself to a big mug. I
made toast and was eating it when she said "Honey, we
have to talk."
"What about?" I asked, suddenly on my guard. She didn't
use that tone unless she was serious.
"You and Sammi."
"What about us?"
"I hate to ask, but I'd like you two to tone down the
noise upstairs."
I blushed beet red and nodded ok.
She said "We've heard the showers at all hours of the
night, and for the last 2 nights, we've heard you two,
not often, but we know cries of pleasure when we hear
them."
I blushed even redder and hung my head, embarrassed
beyond belief. She shook my arm and said "Don't you
dare be ashamed! You are as God has made you, and your
Father and I accept that. You may be testing the
waters, finding out for yourself about your body and
your desires, and maybe not. Whatever you do, do not be
ashamed!" (In later years, I was to find out exactly
how unique my parent's view really was.)
I didn't know what to say. I ate the rest of my toast,
thinking about sex, and Mom and Dad, mental pictures
coming to mind, and finally I shook my head. Mom got us
both another cup and sat close to me, her arm around my
waist.
"So what can we do?....are you going to tell Sammi's
mother?" I asked.
She hugged me and said "NO, no, there is nothing to
tell. 2 young girls doing what young girls do...there
would be no point. I will ask that you be more discreet
when your Father is around, and be a little quieter,
but you may act as you wish when you are alone, or only
with me."
A flood of relief hit me and I started crying softly.
She hugged me tight, and comforted me, stroking my
hair.
"When you were born after living in my belly for 9
months, I swore to love you just as you were and to
keep loving you no matter what you became. You are my
child, I can do no less, babies are too precious to
squander on people who don't love them as they are."
I sat and cried for a time, feeling like a weight had
been lifted from my shoulders. She released me and said
"Now go get Sammi out of bed and enjoy the day, don't
waste a minute of it!!"
I hugged her tight and said "I love you, Mom," and ran
upstairs. I opened the door to my room quietly and
found Sammi as I had left her, asleep with one leg up,
sprawled in the bed. I could see her fur and her little
peach, with a snippet of skin protruding from it,
probably her labia. Aroused by her dream, perhaps, or
stretched by our lovemaking? Who knew, but I thought
often of the sight later as one of the most erotic
things I had ever seen.
I crawled into the bed, shaking it and talking loudly.
"Wake up, sleepyhead, the day is half gone!" and kissed
her. She rolled onto her back and stretched like a cat,
arching her spine and wringing her arms over her head.
I said "Swim, eat, or pussy?" She laughed and said "All
three, one at a time!"
She rose and went to the bathroom and peed. I could
hear her toothbrush afterwards and she stuck her head
out the door and asked "What are you wearing today?" I
opened my robe and showed her I was nude and she said
"Good!" She exited the bathroom pinning up her hair and
slipped on her robe. We ran downstairs and she asked
for cereal and coffee. I showed her where it was and
sipped coffee while she ate. I told her that I had been
up for awhile and had eaten my breakfast.
I tried to lick the milk mustache off her upper lip and
she backed away, saying "What if your mother see us?" I
held her head tight and kissed her lips and said "She
knows... everything." A genuine fear came into her eyes
and she asked "Is she going to tell my mother?" Shaking
my head no, I relayed the conversation we had that
morning. She breathed a sigh of relief, and said "Well,
at least somebody is accepting us."
I agreed and kissed her once again. This time she
returned the kiss, and robes got opened and fingers
went exploring for a couple of minutes.
"Whoa, wait a minute," I said. "Let's go layout nude
and get rid of some of these tan lines."
"Good idea," she said. We got towels and walked out to
the deck. She walked to the edge, dropped her robe and
dove in. I followed her into the water, and surfaced
behind her. I held her tightly around her waist and
kissed her neck.
"I love you, Sammi," I said. She turned her head to
kiss me on the lips and murmured "Me too." We spent the
day in and out of the water, sunning and playing. I
rubbed her breasts several times, and played with her
ass every chance I got. That night was another movie,
then lovemaking in my room.
***
A couple of days later Mom woke us up with instructions
to dress nice and completely and took us to the mall.
Sammi and my mother chatted amiably during the trip and
seemed to be getting along very well. We bought some
school clothes for me, plus some underwear with bras to
match from a specialty store. Mom said "You're growing
up, may as well look the part."
Sammi insisted on buying me a new suit that I could
swim in and got a more revealing suit for herself in
pale yellow. We bought a matching pair of sandals at
the shoe store and that gave me an idea. I went to a
jewelry store and bought her a toe ring that matched
mine, giving it to her over lunch. My mother smiled her
approval and we finally had something that would
declare to the world that we were a couple.
The remainder of the summer days went by way too fast.
We got to the pond several more times and enjoyed the
freedom of nakedness and wonderful sex. Each night
after supper we would shower and get our nighties on
and watch movies or play cards. Once the lights were
out, there were no limits on where our mouths or
fingers could reach. Daytimes we were free to swim and
play in the pool.
We stayed nude during most of that and Mom even joined
us a couple of times, blushing as she removed her suit
to lay out with us. I now thought of my mother as a
person, a sexual woman and an understanding
compassionate being who had been through what I was
feeling. We talked often, on the deck or in the
kitchen, and there were hugs of affection between us
all.
Sammi's parents returned from Europe and came to get
her in their usual rush. We had said our goodbyes the
night before, my face buried in her puffy pussy lips
most of the night. We shared a chaste kiss on the cheek
as she got in the car, and I was able to hold back my
tears until she couldn't see.
School was due to start in a few days and we managed
only a couple of days together after her parent's
return. We had explored every inch of each other and I
felt wonderfully complete. My Dad was accepting of us
too, although we could not kiss the way we wanted when
he was around, he made us feel comfortable in his
presence.
School started and we got to see each other every day.
We were both on the track team and I couldn't wait to
see her in the shower after practice. Our lockers were
side by side, and it is very erotic to see the woman
you love undressing and dressing every day, knowing
that you have touched and kissed all those intimate
places on her body.
About the 3rd week of school, Sammi didn't show up for
school on Monday. At lunch I called her house and got a
recording. I didn't think anything was wrong, but I was
concerned. I skipped practice that afternoon and went
straight home. Mrs. Magnuson was parked in our driveway
as I walked up to my back door. She got out of her car
and made her way to me, holding a small paper bag in
her hand.
She yelled "You deviate bitch, how dare you!?" I shrank
back from her and she reached out and slapped me hard,
knocking my books to the ground. "First that counselor
from camp, Betsy, and now you! What is it about my
daughter that attracts persons like you, Huh? Answer
me, damn you!"
My lip was bleeding, so I held my face and said
nothing. I knew that Sammi had never talked with her
mother as I had with mine, and I was determined to keep
her secret. That seemed to infuriate her and she
stepped closer and said venomously "You will never see
her again. She is going to a private school out of
state... I want her to grow up normal, you hear me?
Normal!"
She seemed to run out of energy at that point and threw
the bag at me, hitting me in the chest. "You people
disgust me!" she cried as she returned to her car.
She left black marks in the driveway as she left and I
let myself in the house. A check of my face showed that
my lip was cut, but it had stopped bleeding. I ran to
my room and laid on my bed, crying tears of frustration
and pain. I looked in the bag and there was Sammi's
little wedding night outfit, cut and ripped into barely
recognizable shreds of cloth. At the bottom was her
toe-ring, smashed flat. I lay in bed for about an hour,
alternately raging and crying.
By the time Mom got home, I had settled down a little
and was in the kitchen, sipping a coke. I started to
tell her what had happened and she said "I know, Martha
called me at work."
"Oh shit," I said.
"Yes, very much so, your secret is out... She was
helping Sammi repack her hope chest over the weekend
and when she couldn't find the wedding night outfit,
she confronted her. I'm sorry to say she confessed
all."
"What am I going to do?" I cried, "I love her!"
"You will lose her forever and you will survive," Mom
said. "I talked Martha out of making it public, it
would only embarrass her further. They are moving in
the next few days. If I were you, I wouldn't try to see
her."
I went to my room and cried myself to sleep, thinking
"so much for forever and always."
CHAPTER FOUR: "Withdrawal"
I moped around for 2 days, thinking of nothing but
Sammi. My Mother finally talked to me in the kitchen
one morning and told me I had to start over. "There
will be someone else, maybe a boy you like, or possibly
another girl, who knows? Quit this feeling sorry for
yourself and live your life!"
I returned to school amid stares and whispers from my
classmates and concentrated on my schoolwork. Some of
my friends were sympathetic, others ignored me. I ran
myself to exhaustion every practice and would talk to
no one as I showered and went home. I walked to Sammi's
house one afternoon after school, seeing the place was
empty. No curtains on the windows, garage door open and
vacant, with a For Sale sign on the front lawn. This
prompted another fit of tears and as I stood there
sobbing, I wondered 'if not for prejudice and bigotry,
what might have been'.
Weeks went by and I trudged through each day as it
came, survived it and went on to the next one. I began
going to the roller rink on Friday nights again, but
mostly sat on the sidelines or skated alone. One of the
few people who understood was Miss Kelsey. She pulled
me in her office one afternoon and talked to me
frankly, asking me if I was going to have trouble
keeping my hands to myself in the showers. I bristled
with anger and she held up her hand.
"I know how it feels to lose someone you love," she
said.
"Do you really?," I asked snottily. She didn't say a
word, just pulled out her wallet and thumbed through
several pictures before handing me one. A very pretty
blond woman was standing on the shore of a lake
somewhere, dressed in a simple white sheath, barefoot
in the sand. She was smiling at the camera, holding one
hand to shade her eyes. I thought I could see the
outline of her body beneath the dress and this was no
girl. "That was Pam, 4 years ago," she said.
All of a sudden I understood exactly what she was
telling me and how much trust she was placing in me. I
was glad that at least one other person besides my
mother knew and I said "Thank you." She said "You've
been running a little harder than you should, take it
easy, take the day off and we'll see you tomorrow, ok?"
I got dressed and went home.
My report cards reflected the extra time I was putting
in, I was getting A's and B's now instead of C's, which
made my parents very happy. I grew a bit in the boobs
and butt, I could wear a B cup in some bra styles now,
and that made me very happy. Thanksgiving came and went
and although I still felt a sense of loss almost daily,
I realized that the ache was gradually going away.
Christmas break arrived, along with some snow and it
was very nice to cuddle on the couch with Mom and talk
or watch old movies. Chad got a 10 day leave, arriving
looking very fit and healthy, with some new muscles.
The gang was coming for the Holidays again and we got
the house ready for visitors. Grampa came first and a
day later Uncle Jessie and Aunt Ellen showed up. Millie
was beside herself, proud as punch over the new bumps
she had acquired and I smiled and said "Wow." She
blushed, but you could tell she was happy.
Having family in the house was great, and Grampa took
me by the hand and sat me down in the den after supper.
He had his small glass of whiskey and took a sip. He
spoke with a soft Irish brogue, asking me "Are you
doing well then, lassie?"
I smiled and said "Aye, Grampa Ian." He scowled and
said "Don't be makin' fun of the way an old man talks,
girl, it doesn't become you." I apologized and he said
"Your mother has told me a bit of your troubles." I
thought 'Oh no!" and he said "I have but one bit of
advice. If you close off your heart as insurance
against pain, you'll not be able to love." I nodded
agreement with his sage advice and hugged his neck. His
cheeks got a bit pink and he waved me away.
***
That night as I showered, Millie came into the bathroom
and asked "Can I be next?" I said "Sure." I stepped out
to dry off and her frank appraisal of me took me by
surprise. This little waif standing there in her
underpants looking me up and down gave me the willies.
I said "Go on, get in the shower before all the hot
water's gone." She stripped and got in and I adjusted
the temperature for her. I went into my room and got a
nightie and was sitting at my dresser brushing my hair
when she came out with a towel wrapped around her. It
reached from her armpits to below her knees, held
together at the top by her barrette.
"Would you brush mine too?" she asked.
"Sure," I said. I turned around and began brushing her
hair, getting the tangles out and putting it up in a
ponytail.
"You wanna know a secret?" she asked.
I said "Only if you want to tell," and she said "I
kissed a boy last week."
"Good for you!" I said, "Now let's get your nightie on
and go to bed, ok?" She dropped the towel and reached
for her nightdress.
"You like my boobies?" she asked, thrusting them toward
me. Little more than aureoles and nipples, about the
size of a plum, I said "They're very pretty, let's go
to bed." She drew her gown over her head and climbed on
my bed. I turned off the light and got into bed, facing
the window. She cuddled up behind me and said
"Goodnight."
"Mmm-hmm," I replied, and drifted off.
Presents the next morning during breakfast was great.
Grampa got a bottle of his favorite whiskey, I got
mostly clothes, and my parents got a certificate for a
week's cruise to Mexico from Grampa. When Mom said that
it was too expensive to accept, he just smiled and said
"I'll not be taking it with me when I go."
That afternoon they made ready to go home, and by 4 PM
they were gone. We cleaned up the kitchen and put our
gifts away. I decided to clean my room and found a pair
of Sammi's panties on the floor in my closet. Pale
pink, with a darker pink ribbon on the waistband, I
held them to my face and once more inhaled the faint
scent of her body. That brought tears, and as I sat
with them in my hand, I knew that it was over. I put
them in the trash bag and took the bag downstairs.
***
The next day our parents announced that they were
taking the cruise and would be gone for 7 days. I had
no school until January 6th and they'd be back before
then. Mom said "It's like the honeymoon we never had,"
and we promised to keep the house from fire, flood and
famine. It was nice to see her so excited, I knew she
loved this man we called Dad. I thought of her having
wet panties as they drove off, I knew in her place I
would've.
They weren't even on the plane when Chad started
calling around arranging a kegger for the following
night. As I heard the conversations, I warned him that
whatever happened it was his ass not mine because I
wasn't going to get into trouble. He said not to worry,
only 4 couples would be there. I cooked supper and he
went out. He came in late and a little drunk, went to
bed and slept until noon. I cooked again, and made Chad
do the dishes.
About 6, the first 2 couples arrived and I went to my
room and locked the door, stripped off my clothes and
lay on my bed, reading. I put some records on the
stereo and dozed, listening to the sweet sounds that
Sammi and I had danced to. About 11:30, I got curious
and put on a pair of shorts and a half shirt and went
down to the den.
The keg was by the fireplace, with a big plastic sheet
under the washtub. Only one couple was dancing to muted
music, the others standing or sitting in the dim room.
My brother and a girl named Brenda were standing by the
keg with Bobby and another guy. There were 2 couples on
the couch and floor, half nude and wrapped around each
other. None of the girls had a shirt on and one guy was
down to his shorts. My brother looked a bit woozy as I
said "Hi" and got a cup of beer.
"Hi yourself," he said.
"Wanna dance?" Bobby asked, and I said "Sure." We
started swaying in time to the slow music, drinking our
beers with one hand and holding on to each other. We
kissed a few times and he got gropitis with his hands.
I shook him off and said "No" and walked away.
"Well fuck you then," he replied, and returned to the
keg.
I sat on the couch and watched as the party progressed.
One girl took off her skirt and seemed determined to
push her panties through her boyfriend's backbone.
Brenda had Chad's shirt unbuttoned and I could see
their hands exploring each other. Bobby stood there,
steadily downing the beer and throwing dirty looks in
my direction from time to time. It was strangely quiet,
the muffled groans and moans of pleasure could barely
be heard over the music.
Watching these people made me lonely and horny, so I
slipped my hand into my shorts and rubbed my slit,
knowing that no one could see me. The climax was quiet
and soft, and the smell of my pussy was added to the
others in the room.
I had 3 or 4 more beers and dozed off. I woke with a
start to the smell of stale beer and man-sweat. My
shirt was around my neck, and somebody with whiskers
was sucking my left nipple way too hard. There was a
pair of hands tugging at my shorts and I knew then I
should have worn underwear. I heard Bobby's voice say
"I want to look at a lesbian pussy."
I came fully awake and saw he was kneeling over me, so
I kicked up with my leg and caught him in the crotch.
He collapsed on me, letting go of my nipple and I
screamed "Chad, get this motherfucker offameee!!" I
slapped at his head a couple of times and his weight
disappeared. Chad had him in a headlock hauling him to
the door, Brenda following, kicking at his butt with
her bare feet.
I pulled down my shirt, got my shorts back on my hips
and said "Well, I hope you all enjoyed the show... the
party is over."
After escaping to the safety of my room, I was mad at
myself for not taking sane precautions, like wearing
panties and a bra, and even madder at Chad for inviting
Bobby. I brushed my hair out and showered to remove the
stink of fear and sweat. I got a flannel nightgown and
went to bed. The next morning all traces of the party
were gone, not even a hint of beer in the air. The
furniture was back where it belonged and Chad was gone.
I watched TV all day, mostly old movies, and munched.
Supper time came and went, no Chad, and I got worried.
I called Brenda's house and she said she hadn't seen
him since early that morning. I ate, showered and put
on a pair of pajamas. I got my nail polish and went to
the den to watch TV.
Chad came in about 8, sheepish and apologetic. "I'm
sorry," he said, looking so pathetic I had to laugh.
"No harm done this time," I said, "but I'm damn glad
you were there. What did you do with him?"
"Kicked his sorry ass all the way to his house and left
him in his garage to sober up," he replied. I said
"Leftovers are in the fridge and you know how to work a
stove, so go eat."
I watched part of a movie, heard the shower downstairs
running, then banging in the kitchen. I yelled "You be
sure to clean up your mess in there!" and heard a grunt
in reply. About an hour later, he came into the den
with his sweat shorts on and sat in Dad's chair.
"What you watching?" he asked.
"Whatever is on," I said, "I'm doing my nails, not
paying much attention."
"Listen, I'm very sorry about last night, is there
anything I can do to make it up to you?" he asked.
"Yeah, there is... first you explain where that crack
about looking at a lesbian pussy came from, and why you
invited that asshole to start with."
"Well, I thought you and him were friends from the rink
and maybe you'd come down and join us for a little
while. He couldn't get a date on such short notice, so
he was odd man out. I guess he got horny watching the
rest of us." I said "I'll bet!....that one girl was
almost naked and ready to fuck right there on the
floor!"
"No, no, we all made out, but no actual sex," he said.
"You don't think kissing and rubbing your panties on
some guy's hard-on is actual sex?" I cried. "You have a
lot to learn, boyo!" My polish was dry, so I took the
cotton balls from between my toes and stood up, taking
off my top. Chad's eyes got as big as saucers and he
asked "What in the hell are you doing!?"
I pulled down my bottoms and stepped out of them,
walking toward him. I spread my legs, put my hands on
my hips and said "Does this say lesbians only on it? Is
there a tattoo some where on my body that says
'lesbian'?" bending over and spreading my butt cheeks
for him. I turned to face him again and took one of my
breasts in my hand and shook it at him.
"Are these lesbian shaped? Lesbian colored? Lesbian
sized? Do they smell like a lesbian!?" I yelled,
putting the nipple almost on his nose. I took a half
step closer and put my leg up on the arm of Dad's
chair, spreading my puss wide.
"Is there a mark down there I can't see? Go on, dammit,
look! Any "L's" on it?"
Red-faced, he gazed at it and then up to me, shaking
his head. He stared at me for about 30 seconds, then
leaned back and asked "Why are you doing this?"
"I'm damn sick and tired of labels, that's why! Half of
the kids I've known since third grade won't talk to me,
they're afraid they'll catch it, and the other half
want to go to bed with me to see what it's like! I'm a
person who happens to like other persons of the same
gender, that's all."
"I understand, I think," he replied, "but didn't Mom
and Dad accept your relationship with Sammi? I know I
did."
I replied "Yes, but think how you would feel if
everybody you met looked at you as a cock, instead of
who you are? I'm tired of being a pair of tits and a
pussy to those people!"
I walked over to my pajamas and put them back on,
suddenly ashamed but relieved that I had gotten it out
of my system. Once I was dressed, I went to him and
hugged him tight and said "I'm sorry."
He hesitantly put his arms around my waist and hugged
me back, saying "That's ok, I understand... I think." I
sniffled and giggled and he laughed, wiping my tears
with the corner of my shirt.
"I love you a lot, I don't like it when you are
unhappy... I'll say a few things at school in the right
ears, maybe see if I can't get this lesbian thing
calmed down."
I said "I'd appreciate it, it hurts."
Mom and Dad came home from their honeymoon looking
happy and tan, if a little tired and no mention was
ever made of Chad's party. He left for his next
assignment, looking very proud and happy in his
uniform. We fell into our winter routine of books and
movies, with quiet conversations and I did my best to
forget Sammi. I visited the rink only twice. I
concentrated on schoolwork and had no dates except with
my family.
School became a daily trial by fire and I was harassed
often. Mom and I talked and she would encourage me to
go have some fun, but I was emotionally drained. I had
no heart left, the last two summers had exhausted me.
I prayed and screamed epithets to the sky, demanding to
know the reason for my torment and unhappiness. I
didn't get any answers.
For the next several months, I lived the life of a
hermit. I babysat and saved my money, wanting to get a
car. I didn't skate and rarely cracked a book.
Occasionally I would break down and go out or over to
someone's house, thinking that my depression was over.
I flirted with some boys and Celia kissed me one night,
inviting me to stay over. I knew what would happen and
it did, but I couldn't stop seeing someone else's face
where hers was, and I went home and cried myself to
sleep. It wasn't the same, I liked Celia but she wasn't
Sammi or Kevin.
I passed my drivers test and got the use of the car for
errands and school. I volunteered at the local
hospital, passing out books and snacks. I loved caring
for the kids, they were so vulnerable and frightened
that a calm word or a held hand would still their fears
and let them sleep. I had a dim hope that somewhere in
my future was someone who would do the same for me.
CHAPTER FIVE: "Renewal"
About Mid-March, I was sitting in the cafeteria
stirring my lunch around on my plate, when I heard a
voice say "Hi, I'm Eleanor, can I sit with you?"
Eleanor was a vision of class. Flaming copper hair and
green eyes, dressed in an expensive suit, she was
beautiful! My stomach lurched when I saw her jacket was
open and I fancied I could see her nipples. Gathering
my wits I shoved my tray to one side and said "Sure."
She sat across from me saying "Thanks," and started to
eat. Between mouthfuls, she explained that she was new
here and a senior, her family had moved for her step-
dad's new job. I introduced myself and told her a
little about Chad and my folks. She asked me where she
could find the book store and the library and I filled
her in. She wanted to know what was available for fun
in town, so I recited a list of places. When I
mentioned the rink, she said "Patrick and I love to
skate!"
"Can we eat together again tomorrow?" she asked. I said
yes and she said she'd meet me in the cafeteria if that
was alright. I said sure, and walking back to class
after the bell, had those familiar tummy flutters.
After school we met on the sidewalk and walked together
toward the curb. A handsome man sitting on the fender
of a low-slung black car was chatting with 2 girls,
making them giggle. Very tall and dressed in a suit, he
saw Eleanor and waved, dismissing the girls. As we
walked up to him, she handed him a slip of paper. He
read it quickly and said "We'll work something out,
don't worry." Turning to me she said "My car is in the
shop....Cassie, say hello to Patrick, my boyfriend."
I said "Hello, nice to meet you," doing my best not to
act like an idiot. Light brown hair and incredibly blue
eyes stared at me and he took my hand, brushing it
against his lips.
"Hello," he said quietly, opening the door for her. I
gawked at him, so adult in the company of teens, and
jumped when Eleanor gave me a peck on the cheek, saying
"See you tomorrow!"
We became friends quickly and we were Cassie and Ellie.
Eleanor made friends easily and laughed a lot, I
thought that having a hunk for a boyfriend and being
rich didn't hurt. When Eleanor learned we had a pool,
she said that her mother wouldn't have one because she
thought they were dangerous. I invited her to swim
anytime and began riding with her to school. We had a
lot in common, a love of the same old movies and books
and she didn't like clothes any more than I did. She
always wore nice things though, slacks or skirts that
showed off her legs, and clingy snug tops or shirts
that displayed her perky breasts.
We ate lunch together every day. She drove a red sports
car, (when it wasn't in the shop) and assured me she
was anxious to swim in the pool once the weather got
warm. Patrick was an excellent skater and very much a
man compared to the kids I was going to school with.
Tall, slim-hipped and broad-shouldered, his very blue
eyes would sparkle at me as we skated. We made a
standing date for the rink and I looked forward to each
Friday. Some nights Eleanor and I would talk, other
times you couldn't get us off the floor.
She lived on Baxter Terrace, which was the rich section
of town and the house was huge. It was like a museum,
with servants, formal gardens and antique furniture. I
told her I felt a little uncomfortable and she said she
didn't like the place either. Her room was gorgeous,
with a big four poster bed and lots of feminine frills.
I imagined being in it with her, and my panties got
damp. As she drove me home, we waved to Patrick as he
passed us going toward her house.
"Looks like he'll be there waiting when you get back,"
I said.
"Probably in the shower," she laughed.
"He lives there!?" I asked, incredulous.
"Yes," she said.
"Umm," I mumbled and she said "My Mom met his Dad when
Patrick and I were first dating. Cupid shot her in the
head with his arrow and they were married 6 months
later."
"You like your step-dad?" I asked.
"He's a little too fond of his whiskey now and again,
Patrick keeps him out of my room," she confided.
I nodded and shyly asked "You guys sleep together every
night?"
"Not every night, we sleep in separate rooms, but as
the mood strikes us we sleep together," she said.
"Wow, a live-in boyfriend!" I giggled, "Must be fun!"
"It has it's moments, my dear, it has it's moments,"
she said in her best imitation of Katherine Hepburn.
My Mom was ecstatic that I had found a new friend and
told me to 'be happy'. In April, I got very brave and
invited Ellie over to my house for a sleepover on a
Saturday night. She accepted and showed up in the early
afternoon, asking if she could help with supper. She
and Mom liked each other from the first hello, even my
Dad had a smile or two for her at the table. Gracious
and poised, always saying the right things, she fit
right in. We kicked Mom out of the kitchen and did the
dishes, giggling and laughing. We joined the folks in
the den for a movie and some popcorn, sitting on the
loveseat as Sammi and I had, the twinges coming hot and
heavy in my lower belly.
About 11 we said our goodnights and headed upstairs. I
let her shower first, terrified of making a move on
her. What if she laughed at me? She did have a
boyfriend, she was older and probably more experienced,
and fear of fears, what if she didn't like me? She came
out of the bathroom in a terry robe, barefoot, with her
hair wrapped in a towel. "Your turn," she smiled, and
sat on the edge of the bed. I nervously hurried through
washing and rinsing, my mind awhirl and my nipples
aching.
I chose a calf length cotton wrap, with skimpy panties
underneath and put my hair up in a towel. I came out of
the bathroom to near darkness. The night light had been
removed from its usual place and plugged into a socket
near the floor on the other side of the room. My eyes
took a moment to adjust and I saw her reclining on the
headboard brushing her hair. I nervously said "Hi" and
shook my hair out to dry it.
She said "Come here, let me do that," and I sat in
front of her. She dried my hair quickly and 3 minutes
later I had a hairdo of sorts, a long ponytail that was
secured with a rubber band.
The dim light lent a conspiratorial air to the room and
when she finished, she said "Relax." She put her hands
on my belly and pulled me closer, stroking me. I leaned
back and snuggled in, her breasts against my back and
her breath hot on my neck. My earlier fears magnified
and I trembled lightly, hoping she would touch me and
afraid she wouldn't. The warmth between her legs was
noticeable through my nightie as she whispered "I want
you" in my ear.
In response I tipped my head back and closed my eyes,
searching for her mouth. Her first two kisses were warm
and soft, her full lips moving over my face. Her hand
slipped under the waistband of my panties, fingers
caressing slow circles on my hardening clit. I moaned
and helped her pull them off.
I sat up and wiggled out of my nightie, throwing it on
the floor. She opened her robe and shrugged it off her
shoulders, beckoning me closer. I settled on my back,
legs apart as she began tasting me. One hand stroked my
wetness, the other cradled my head for kisses. Some
were wet and slippery, some barely a touch, but they
caused us to grunt and moan with the small sounds of
pleasure that I recognized so well.
Sucking softly on my breasts, teasing the nipples with
her tongue, she made them so hard they ached and I
touched her cheek. She slid between my legs like a cat,
licking her lips in anticipation. Much more experienced
than Kevin or Sammi, I gave myself over to her gentle
touch. I lifted my legs and spread my knees as her
tongue bathed me. Teasing everywhere, she sucked on my
clit, making me gasp. I felt the tension build quickly,
my stomach and groin quivering under her mouth. She
inserted a finger in my butt and a thumb in my pussy,
constantly working her tongue on my clit and I came. I
closed my thighs and squeezed her head as it hit,
spasming hard several times before releasing her.
"Sorry!" I said, "Are you ok?"
"Oh yes, I'm fine!" she replied, coming up on the bed
to cuddle me. Her chin was dripping and we kissed and
stroked, letting me calm down.
Once I could breathe normally, I was curious and asked
"What about Patrick?"
"Oh, it's alright....he knows I'm here," she said.
"Does he know what we're doing?" I giggled.
"Probably," she replied, "He knows all about me, I love
him."
I dared to ask "What about this tonight, is this love
too, or is this just sex?"
Holding me closer, she said, "Sex I think we could have
had the very first day, right?"
I nodded hesitantly, amazed at her intuition and my
apparent obvious feelings.
"I'm thinking of it as love, because I waited to be
sure of you before I agreed to come here tonight," she
said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I've been me for a long time, you're not the
first woman I've ever slept with. I've been hurt and
used before, and it's not pleasant," she said.
"So why me and not someone else?" I persisted.
"You are sweet and a little naive, but you have no
ulterior motives, there is no guile or hidden agendas
with you, what I see is what I get... you're very
refreshing!" she declared.
"Was I that obvious?" I inquired.
"To me you were....I saw you staring a few times and I
could imagine your thoughts....God knows I've had them
myself!" she laughed.
I put my arms around her and we resumed our kisses and
touches, discovering the soft places that felt good.
She stroked my hip, kissing my face and neck,
whispering 'Cassie, Cassie.' I was ready, I could feel
myself getting very wet, and she said "Make love to me,
please."
I rolled on top of her, grinding my pussy into hers,
holding her head and kissing her face and lips, quick
soft kisses that left wet marks. I shifted to her neck
and collar bone, then to her chest. Her nipples were
hard and ready and I took one of the fleshy knots in my
mouth, applying a gentle suction. She held my head and
said "Harder," and I complied. Back and forth between
the two, then kissing a wet trail down her belly to her
fur.
I paused at her belly button to give it a quick tongue
swirl. As I slid down she opened her legs and I saw her
close for the first time. Her slit was very small, the
outer lips swollen and red. I parted them with my
fingers and looked at her sex, varying shades of pink
and coral, wet with her juices. The inner lips were
almost non-existent, her center pulsing with her
heartbeat. Her clit was exposed and erect, a tiny mini-
penis about a half inch long, and I licked from under
it to the top, rolling it with my tongue.
I spread her legs wider and kissed her inner thighs,
leaving a trail of wet kisses from her knees to her
pussy. I worked my tongue to lick her entrance, bumping
her clit with my nose. The aroma was heady, a musky
tang that matched her taste. I engulfed her clit with
my tongue, licking and sucking gently as she dug her
heels into my back and humped my face, moaning softly.
It didn't take her long to come, giving me with more
than I could swallow. Her clit shrank away from my
tongue and I concentrated on her center, trying to
force my tongue deep inside. After a minute she pulled
me up to her, kissing me hard, writhing under me,
grabbing my ass and holding me closely.
She pushed me up toward the pillows, moving her face
between my legs, her fingers pinching my nipples and
kneading my breasts. For about 10 minutes, I gushed all
over her face and she licked it up, murmuring soft
sounds. I finally said, "Make me come, PLEASE!!!!"
That must have been what she was waiting for, because
she locked onto my clit, sucking it and half of my
pussy lips into her mouth, working it around, bumping
it every half second. I humped her face, coming in
spasm after spasm, pulling her head down, trying to get
her tongue and her finger deeper inside. I heard her
swallow 4 or 5 times and I knew that I had let loose a
gusher. After, we laid there stroking each other,
kissing softly and murmuring love sounds. About 2 am,
she said "Enough, I can't handle any more," and we fell
asleep wrapped around each other.
***
The next morning we awoke late, stretching and groaning
like old ladies. She padded into the bathroom, did her
business and brushed her teeth. As she came out, she
asked "Do you think your Mom would mind me coming back
soon?" "Probably not, I'll ask," I replied.
"I'd like to have you over to my house, but it's gotta
be when Paul is gone, you know?" she said.
"I understand," I said. After she drove away, I asked
Mom what she thought and she said "I like her, she's
nice....I'm happy for you." I called her later that day
and chatted, telling her what my Mom had said, feeling
very alive and secure. I told her how I was feeling and
she said "Having someone to love does that to you. I
feel the same way." We hung up, me glowing with
happiness. Later that night as I lay waiting for sleep,
I realized we had just scratched the surface.
From then until June when school was due to be out, we
saw each other every day.
Fridays were roller rink nights and Saturday night at
my house became the norm. Sex was always on the menu,
and sometimes she would spoil me, sometimes I would get
to spoil her. She liked shaving my legs and underarms
in the tub and rubbing me with oil. I liked trimming
her pubic hair and playing with her out-sized clit. We
started dressed alike, skirts one day and pants the
next, or garter belts and nylons with low heels,
coordinating our wardrobes by phone the night before.
We even agreed on our underwear, if the skirt was a
wraparound and below the knee, no panties. Above the
knee, no matter the style, definitely panties. We (or I
should say Ellie ) discovered that if we turned the
skirt just right, we could stand right in the hallway
next to my locker and finger each other with no one
being the wiser. Just a tease, never for more than a
few seconds, but it always whetted our appetites.
The one Saturday night I did get to go to her house we
bathed in a tub that would have seated 6 easily. She
shaved my underarms and shampooed my hair. Later in the
sauna, the first one I'd ever been in, Patrick joined
us and gave me a 10 minute back rub. He had a towel
around him the entire time, so I didn't get to see
anything, but I noticed that they communicated with a
lot of non-verbal signals--a shake of the head, a nod,
or a lifted eyebrow. I did that with her to a certain
extent, but theirs was the deeper connection. I grew to
trust him and I knew that I wouldn't be harmed.
4 days before school let out, My Dad let me know that
he was looking for help getting the pool ready for the
summer. I enlisted the help of Patrick and Ellie and we
cleaned and scrubbed most of the day. Around 3, my Dad
pronounced it ready and we all jumped in. It was still
chilly, the heater had only been running for a day, so
we got out quickly. Wrapping up in big new towels and
running inside, Dad took Patrick to the den while Ellie
and I stayed in the kitchen with Mom.
As we drank our hot chocolate and shivered ourselves
warm, my Mom said "You two are good for each other." We
smiled at her and each other, basking in her approval.
We went to my room and she asked me, "Are you on the
pill?" I said "Uh-Huh," and she nodded. I had learned
that every time she asked a question, she had a plan. I
trusted her to let me know what it was when the time
was right, and we kissed goodbye.
CHAPTER SIX: "Passion"
In May I turned 18 and along with a party, got a
beautiful ankle bracelet from Ellie. She also replaced
my toe ring with one that had a diamond chip in it. My
parents gave me a used car, a little 6 cylinder
automatic. I was told that I'd be doing a lot of the
shopping and errand running to help out and my folks
paid the first 3 months of insurance. 2 weeks later we
were released for the summer and celebrated with a day
at the pool.
The graduation ceremony was nice and made special by
Miss Kelsey. As we stood in line waiting to climb the
podium for our diplomas, she walked up and said "You
two are beautiful together". Excited, I wiped a tear
away and hugged her, hoping that she too would find
someone.
Ellie began to come over almost every day, and as long
as my chores were done and errands run, we could swim
or go to the mall. I spent most weekends with my family
and the weekdays with Ellie, tanning, playing in my
room, or shopping. I wanted to get to know her
intimately so that I could share the unspoken
communication that existed between her and Patrick.
One day at the pool I was laying next to Ellie holding
her hand and asked "How often do you and Patrick, you
know... do it?"
She giggled and said, "You mean how often do we make
love? About once a week, I guess, sometimes more, why?"
"Oh, just curious," I replied.
She laughed and said "You want to watch?"
I said "No, I don't think I could handle that."
Then she got serious and said, "You knew about him from
the start, I haven't hidden him or lied to you."
I sat up and said, "I know, I'm not jealous. It's just
exciting sometimes thinking that he puts his cock the
same place I put my mouth." I was blushing as I
revealed this deep secret.
"I know he likes you and I don't think he'd mind if you
were there with us... he has this habit of
concentrating fully, I doubt he'd know you were in the
room," she said.
"I'll think about it," I said, and laid back down.
I took Ellie to the pond one day and as we walked I
wondered what feelings revisiting the place would
bring. We came into the clearing and stood, looking at
the water. Somehow it looked dirty and worn out and I
told her so.
"You can never go back, Cassie... only forward," she
said. I pulled her away and we walked back to the
house. I was quiet most of the way, thinking of what
had been and knowing that it was finally over. We
tanned for a half hour, then I took Ellie upstairs and
locked my door. The afternoon was spent making soft
gentle love, with a lot of kisses and hugs. At one
point I broke down and cried while Ellie held me tight.
I got a part-time job as an 'intake screener' at a loan
company, working mornings. Ellie bought me some clothes
for work, including several outfits that I knew were
very expensive. When I protested she asked "Do you love
me?"
I said "Of course!"
"Then let me do this for you, I love to see you in nice
clothes." I accepted, and banished the thought of
attempting to repay her, the prices were way beyond my
budget.
The 4th and our family holiday was coming soon and I
thought Millie could respect other people's choices.
When I got my room ready, I only put down the rollaway.
She could sleep on that and Eleanor and I would have my
full size to ourselves. They arrived on the 2nd and got
settled in quickly. Patrick did lifeguard duty and had
a blast dunking and splashing with the neighborhood
kids. Millie had filled out a bit more, and although
she was only 13, she got more than a few glances from
people that stopped by for a visit.
That evening the 3 of us did the dishes and went
upstairs, leaving the adults in the den with the TV. We
showered and got our gowns on, Ellie and I nude
underneath, Millie with underwear. We did different
hairstyles on each other and Ellie showed Millie how to
apply a little makeup. Ellie told her "The trick is to
put it on so it will look as if you aren't wearing
any." When Millie looked in the mirror, she said "Wow!"
I could tell Millie had a thousand questions on her
mind but I had to hand it to her, she kept her
curiosity in check. At bedtime, Ellie and I stripped
out of our nighties, said "G'nite" and spooned against
each other in the big bed.
A few kisses later, I heard rustling and movement on
the rollaway, then silence. We fell asleep cuddled
closely, sharing soft kisses. In the morning we awoke
first and there was Millie sprawled on her back, legs
apart and naked. She had gotten nude to sleep and
kicked the covers off during the night. She had a lot
of hair between her legs, way more than I'd had at that
age and I thought it must derive from the Moran side of
the family. Ellie and I looked her over and smiled.
On the way down to breakfast, Ellie whispered "A fine
young lass, that." I laughed out loud and said "For
true." Ellie went home for the 3rd and 4th and I
enjoyed the warm days and the pool. Burgers were burnt,
most of the neighbors dropped by for a swim or a beer
and a hot dog, and a good time was had by all. Millie
slept with me those 2 nights, but never asked a thing.
She slept nude, as I did, but kept to her side of the
bed.
On the 5th I was expecting to go to the rink because it
was Friday and Ellie called. "Can you sleep over at my
place until Sunday?," she asked. I checked with Mom and
she said I could go. Ellie said "Bring a pair of low
black heels, ok?" I said "Sure," and threw them in the
bag with everything else. I drove to her house and when
we were in her room, she said "Plans have changed."
"OK, to what?" I asked.
"How would you like to go to a club where there are
mostly people just like us and we can hold hands and
dance?" she asked.
"You mean it?!" I cried. "I'd love to!"
We bathed in style and she shaved me, trimming my pussy
hair short. We put my hair up in the most adult style
we knew and I put on a garter belt and nylons. We tried
several dresses from her closet and Patrick came in. I
was naked except for the garter belt and blushed a
little, but he didn't look at me. "What are you
wearing?" he asked.
"She is going fancy, I'm dressing down," she replied. A
few minutes later he came in again, in chinos and a T-
shirt with sandals. I had just put on a black sheath of
some clingy material that followed every curve of my
body. Slit up the side way above my knee, it showed off
my legs nicely.
"Perfect!" he said.
Ellie lifted the dress and dabbed some musky scent at
the top of my pubic hair and some more under the curve
of my boobs. I pulled it down and she said "OK, we're
almost ready." She slipped into a pair of jeans and a
half shirt, knotting the tails under her breasts, with
a pair of leather sandals. I said "What, no one is
wearing underwear tonight?" She laughed and said "We're
trolling, and nobody else will have any either."
On the ride to town, Ellie told me what to expect, with
Patrick putting in an occasional comment. Patrick
passed us a pint of brandy and we took a sip. It burned
my throat and made my tummy warm. We drove about an
hour to a dingy part of the city. We parked and walked
to a dimly lit doorway that had a half-dozen or so
women standing around it. They let us into a hallway
and I heard music playing softly in the distance. We
entered the main room and saw perhaps 50 couples
dancing, swaying to the music of a jukebox. Mostly
women, there were teens, matrons, and models in several
styles of dress, having fun and making out in the dim
light.
Patrick returned with our cokes and put a shot of
brandy in each. A song came on that I liked and I asked
Ellie to dance. She led me to the floor, putting her
arms around me, kneading my ass through my dress. That
had the immediate effect of making my puss wet and I
ground my crotch against her leg.
"You're getting it, Cassie, you're getting it," she
smiled. We danced for awhile and Patrick wasn't at the
table when we took a breather. Ellie looked around and
pointed toward the bar. Patrick was talking with the
female bartender, sharing a laugh.
We sat for awhile, holding hands and smooching across
the table and absolutely no one was paying any
attention to us. We went to the restroom, ignoring the
sounds of sex coming from the stall next door, and
peed. Ellie freshened my makeup and we returned to our
table. The drinks had made me fuzzy and I said I wanted
to dance some more.
Ellie unbuttoned her jeans as we walked toward the
dance floor and wrapped me in her arms. I slid my hand
down the back of her pants and fondled her butt as we
danced, dreamily aware that I was in public with my
lover.
Pretty soon I worked my hand around to the front and
caressed her clit, getting my finger wet in the
process. I licked my finger and did it again. Her hips
moved closer and I couldn't move my hand very much. I
tried to push her back a little and she whispered
"Later!" in my ear. I resumed playing with her tight
butt, feeling the muscles flex as she moved. Too soon,
Patrick was next to us, saying "We gotta go." I got in
the back seat and Ellie got in the front with Patrick.
I dozed and I could hear them talking and giggling in
low tones all the way home.
We got to the house and Patrick let us out at the front
door and drove the car around to the garage. There were
no lights anywhere and we tiptoed through the kitchen
and dining room toward the stairs. Once in her room, I
flopped on the bed and said "Whew, that was nice! When
can we do it again?"
"Anytime you want," she replied, stripping off her
clothes. She joined me on the bed for a couple of
kisses, then pulled me to my feet and said "I have to
hang the dress."
I got out of it with her help, and was soon naked. We
were slipping into our robes when we heard a soft
double tap at the door, and Patrick walked in with 6
cans of soda and a large tray of finger food.
"Anyone hungry?" he laughed.
He dug in, and we joined him. Ellie and I cuddled for
sleep after our shower, content and happy.
The afternoons were for Ellie and me and we'd lay out
or walk, talking and getting to know each other. We had
a healthy lust for one another, but I wanted to know
her well enough to anticipate her needs and wants and
satisfy them if I could. I wanted to know her secrets,
her desires, her most intimate thoughts and I wanted to
share mine with her. Sometimes just a touch was enough
to tell her something.
I was getting spoiled by her, she was fascinated by my
long toes and nipples, and even my hair. She would suck
my toes, which would make my nipples hard and my pussy
wet and we'd make love for hours. She also introduced
me to all manner of toys, including the thrill of
thrills, her double-ended cock. Sammi and I had been
mostly limited to tongues and fingers and I was
enthralled. She had a harness that she used for it
sometimes, and as I crouched on hands and knees, the
slow deep strokes she used were heaven on earth.
The summer passed slowly, each day bringing its
delights and surprises. Patrick left us alone a lot and
skating became an infrequent occurrence. His Father
became ill and as Edna and Paul traveled to various
clinics for tests, Patrick spent more time away from
home conducting the business. The weather turned and
the pool was shut down for the season, leaving us one
less place for privacy and love.
Ellie told me that I ought to move into the spare room,
so I asked my Mother if I could.
"Certainly you can, sweetie, I've been waiting for you
to ask for awhile now," she smiled.
"What about you and Dad," I asked, "Won't you be
lonesome?"
"Probably a little, but you're not going far and it's
been a long time since your father and I were able to
sit in the den in our underwear and watch TV," she
grinned.
I made the move in early November, piling my stuff in
my car and making two trips. I quit my job because it
would so far to drive, thinking I could get one closer
to my new home. Ellie helped me unpack and as I hung
the last of my things in the closet, she wrapped her
arms around me and whispered "Welcome home." in my ear.
That led to a short visit to the bed for a kiss, among
other things.
Patrick was happy to see me, pleased more for Ellie
than for me I thought, but his joy was evident. A large
unused room at the end of the hall was converted to our
gathering spot, a place to watch TV or listen to music
and cuddle. We would lock the doors and strip, teasing
and touching, eventually making love on the floor or
the couch.
I had thought of watching her with Patrick often over
the months, but I was apprehensive. What if she liked
what he did better than what I could do for her? I had
nothing but the rubber cock where he had the real thing
and I knew he loved her very much. Finally putting my
petty fears and jealousies aside, I told her one
evening after dinner that I was ready.
"Ready for what?" she asked.
"To watch you and Patrick," I said, "At least I think I
am."
She grinned and said, "Pat will like that. Give us a
few minutes, then just open the door and walk in, ok?"
I nodded yes and she left. I brushed my teeth and peed,
brushed my hair out, patted my thighs and said "Here
goes nothing," under my breath. I opened the door
slowly, peeking around the corner. Patrick's bed was a
huge platform, low to the floor and covered with a
sheet. Dressers were built in along one wall, with
pillows everywhere. Ellie was sitting on the edge of
the bed next to Pat and they were kissing. She had his
cock in her hand, slowly stroking it up and down. There
were candles on the nightstand and 2 dim night lights
around the floor.
Ellie said, "Pull up a chair," and resumed her kissing.
I sat down about 5 feet from the bed, directly in front
of them. He cupped her boobs, drawing a moan and his
hand was busy in her fur. His penis was fully hard and
she knelt in front of him, taking it in her mouth and
cradling his balls in her other hand. I moved the chair
to get a better view and saw her move her head forward
and down, trying to take as much of him as she could.
After several minutes of this, she quit sucking him and
started stroking him faster, saying "This is what Pat
likes, a little tune-up before the main event, don't
ya?" , and he looked at me for the first time. Bigger
than Kevin, he wasn't huge but he was long and she used
both hands to jerk him. He tensed and she immediately
put her mouth on his cock head and sucked. She began
moving her head up and down, massaging his balls and
going deeper and deeper with each stroke. He moaned
loudly, and she swallowed several times, gulping for
air. He was holding her head, shivering with the
contractions. She finished swallowing and turned to me.
"You want a taste?" she grinned. I shook my head no and
she said "Your loss." She fondled him for another few
moments while he shrank, ending with one hand full of
cock and a satisfied smile. She stood up and came to
me, sitting on the arm of the chair.
"That was so he will last for me....the second time
always takes longer," she explained. She kissed me,
groping my crotch, finding my clit and stirring her
finger in the wetness. I returned the kiss, tasting
him, and reached for her hip. She pushed me down to
straddle my face, moving my body around in the chair.
Her clit was huge and wet and I gave it a lick, holding
her ass to me. She pushed it closer and I tried to
swallow it, her juice dripping off my chin.
We must have been at it about 5 minutes when I sensed
someone nearby and stopped long enough to look up.
Patrick was standing next to us, his erect cock in his
hand, stroking it lovingly.
She turned, took his hand and pushed him toward the
bed. He lay on his back with his feet at the near edge
and she squatted over him, facing away, feeling for his
cock. He pushed it forward and she placed the tip at
her entrance, rubbed up and down a couple of times, and
sank down an inch. She moved to her hands and knees
once he was in and gradually lowered herself on his
shaft. She took her time and from the look on her face,
mouth open and eyes closed, I could tell she was not
trying to avoid being hurt, she was savoring every inch
that went inside.
Once she was fully seated, she leaned back and laid on
him. He lifted his knees to cradle her, spreading her
legs and reaching for her breasts. She was fully
supported by his body and she began to slowly rock her
hips. I moved closer, right next to Patrick's feet and
looked at her pussy. Her tiny slit was filled with his
penis, stretched wide and glistening, and I could smell
her excitement.
His hands were on her boobs, caressing her nipples and
the soft flesh surrounding them. Each bump of her clit
earned a groan of pleasure and a whisper of "Oh yes,
baby, oh yes." My fingers were very busy in my pussy
and I knew I'd come soon. She raised her head and asked
me "Lick my clit, please?" I hesitated, because I
wanted to watch, not participate, but her tone said
that this was something she really needed me to do. I
said "Mm-hmm," and leaned forward on the bed.
I couldn't avoid his cock, so I licked up his shaft and
tongued her clit. She quivered, opening her legs and
said, "More, more, please more."
I put my lips on her clit and sucked gently, tonguing
it up and down. I moved to her labia and licked around
his cock. She started grunting with each touch and I
thought she had to be close. I locked my mouth on her
clit and sucked it deep, rolling it around in my mouth.
She spasmed and screamed, grabbing a handful of my
hair. Patrick increased his speed and I tasted salty
musk around the edges of his cock. It had to be his
come because she didn't taste like that, but I
swallowed everything I could. Her clit retracted and I
slowed down, moving to her outer lips, sucking the
sides dry.
A moment later his knees and hers fell to the bed and I
knew it was over. She was sweaty and limp and rolled to
her side, taking Patrick with her. He gently removed
his limp cock from her and covered her with part of a
sheet. He grinned at me and said softly "Hungry?" I
nodded yes and he took my hand, leading me through the
house to the kitchen. He began to raid the fridge,
piling things on a plate, took a bottle of sparkling
wine and said "Let's go."
We returned to her room and sat on the bed with a
pillow between us for the food. He cut a slice of apple
and said "Open," and fed me the slice. This was
followed by a piece of sharp cheese and then a drink of
wine. Bits of bread, a slice of apple, some more wine,
and I began to feed him too. I giggled and he gave me a
questioning look.
"This is fun," I said.
"Mm-hmm," he replied. The food was almost gone and I
asked "What about Ellie?"
"Oh, she'll sleep for a hour or so and then wander back
in here," he replied.
We finished the food and he took my hand in his, gently
kissing my knuckles.
"I'm glad you were here, that was a first for her," he
said, smiling.
"No one else has...?" I asked, surprised.
"It's always been the two of us at home, she never did
that before," he confirmed.
"Umm," I murmured.
Scooting closer to me, he said "She loves you an awful
lot, you know?"
"I love her too," I said, "But I can't show it the way
she does, always buying me things and spoiling me."
He laughed and said "That's because she has more money
than she can spend... her Grandfather set up a trust
fund when she was born, and she will inherit when she
turns 25. In the meantime, she draws from it as she
needs it," he said.
"What about you?" I asked.
"My Dad is an investment banker. I suppose I'll inherit
the firm someday... let's just say that money is the
least of my worries."
I nodded and he continued to hold my hand. His hands
were warm, soft and comforting. "You know that Ellie
and I have talked about you?" he asked.
"I figured as much," I laughed. There was a look in his
eyes at that moment that told me if I kissed him there
would be no turning back.
The door opened and Ellie stood there, looking sleepy
eyed. "Hi guys, wanna shower?" she asked, walking
toward the bathroom.
"Yes!" we said, and followed her. Lots of soaping and
rubbing and rinsing, and I even kissed Patrick,
thanking him for being understanding. His lips were
soft, gentle and undemanding. We dried and curled up in
her bed, Ellie in the middle, and went to sleep.
A few days later, I made the decision. Sitting on our
couch late one night, my hand on her leg, I said "I'd
like to be with you and Patrick soon."
"With, as in a threesome, or...?" she asked.
"Really with, I want Patrick to make love to me and
you, you know, us, together."
"You sure about this?" she asked. I nodded yes.
***
The next night we went to the club for a few hours.
Ellie and I dressed in see-through blouses with no bras
and skimpy shorts. Patrick wore a tank top and shorts
under his coat, and we all shivered on the way there.
On the dance floor, Ellie told me to relax and enjoy
the evening. On the way home, we sat in the back seat
and groped each other, I needed her closeness. Wet
kisses and my shorts were undone, Ellie fingering me to
orgasm.
Once in her room, Patrick came to me and gazed into my
eyes and asked "Are you sure, very sure you want to do
this?" I nodded and he started taking off his clothes.
I was led to the shower and we removed the sweat from
the evening. Ellie moved behind me, holding me around
the waist and said "Relax."
Some signal passed between them and Patrick dropped to
his knees in front of me, his fingers parting my pubic
hair. He licked my clit, then explored my slit with his
tongue. I felt a finger go in and moaned softly. He was
different than Ellie, more direct, but no less
pleasurable. I came quietly, sagging into Ellie's arms.
Patrick kissed me, cupping my butt and holding me to
him. I held his hand as they walked me to the bed.
Patrick sat on the edge, legs spread, and Ellie knelt
in front of him and began stroking his soft cock.
"I should be doing that, I think," I said. Ellie looked
up at me and asked "You want to?"
"Well, if I'm going to do this, I may as well do it
all, don't you think?" I replied. Patrick smiled, and
Ellie moved out of the way, saying "He's all yours." I
knelt, remembering what I had done with Kevin. I
circled his penis with my thumb and forefinger and
pulled gently towards me. Ellie got behind me and told
me to cradle his balls with one hand and use the other
for his cock. I did so and it began to grow. Getting
longer and firmer, the head poked out of the foreskin,
purple and wet. I licked it like a lollipop and it got
bigger. Ellie was behind me, rolling my nipples in her
fingers, caressing my breasts, and I was getting
wetter.
I was steeling myself for the big move of putting his
cock in my mouth and Ellie whispered "Go ahead." I
leaned over, surrounding the head with my lips and then
going a little deeper. Patrick said "Mmmmmmmm," and I
began to move my head up and down on his shaft.
I moved my hand in rhythm with my mouth, up and down,
and was amazed at the feel of him. Hard underneath, the
velvet skin on the surface was slippery and wet. I went
a bit too deep and gagged for a second, and Ellie said
"Easy." He grew harder and longer and I could taste a
salty fluid once in awhile. Ellie whispered, "A little
faster," and I complied. After a couple of minutes, his
balls drew up in his sac and his cock began to throb.
"I'm gonna come... Now! Now! Now!" he exclaimed and his
cock spurted into the back of my throat. Hot, salty,
tasting like mushrooms, he filled my mouth several
times. I swallowed as fast as I could, gagging once,
but kept moving my hand. His spasms subsided and his
balls relaxed and I continued to suck him, swirling my
tongue around the head. He shivered and put his hand on
my forehead.
"Easy," he said and I released him, licking the
overflow from my chin. Ellie turned me around and
kissed me, her tongue digging into my mouth, sharing
the taste of him. "Mmmmmm-Hmmmm!" she said, smiling
widely.
She pulled me to the bed, burying her face in my crotch
and sucking my clit. "God, you are so wet!" she said,
moving her hips so we could pleasure each other. I
looked up to see her leg go over my face and I was
looking at her pussy. Open and dripping, I licked her
and held her butt, stroking it. It didn't take long and
I was grunting with my climax, humping her face. She
came seconds later, gushing sweet juices in my mouth.
We collapsed side by side on the bed, licking the last
of the come from our bodies.
Patrick was standing near the bed, watching, stroking
his penis slowly. Half-hard, the tip was peeking out.
Ellie saw him and got off the bed to hug him. They
kissed and she fondled it, urging it to grow. He
caressed her body, causing her to moan softly. They
separated and Ellie walked to the bed, leading Patrick
by the cock.
"Lay on your back," she instructed, and they got on the
bed with me. They got on either side of me and began
kissing me, taking turns. Their hands were busy, I felt
fingers everywhere and I couldn't tell whose was where.
I spread my legs and lifted my knees to give them
better access, enjoying this dual attention. Patrick's
cock was against my hip, hard and pulsing and I took
him in my hand. Ellie quit kissing me and Patrick
rolled on top of me, his cock on my belly. He kissed me
deeply, very gentle and soft, working his lips and
tongue to mine.
Instinctively I pulled my knees up and his cock slid
down to touch my slit. He raised his body, placing the
tip of his penis at my entrance and said "Put your
hands on my shoulders." I did so and he said, "Your
hands are going to guide me... no pressure, and I slide
forward... some pressure, and I stop, you understand?"
I nodded and he eased himself forward an inch. I was
nervous, thinking, 'What if I don't do this right' and
giddy with the excitement of it. His tip penetrated me
and I felt myself stretch open. I moved my hands and he
came forward another inch or so. He seemed to be
waiting for my signals and I placed my hands on his
back and pulled him toward me. He slid slowly inside,
filling me.
I groaned loudly, "Aaaaaaah, that's it!"
He pulled out and came forward again, going a little
deeper, and I moaned again. Ellie was kneeling behind
me, pinching my nipples, and the sensations were
overpowering. I pulled him to me hard, and he sank to
his full length, his balls touching my ass. He stayed
still for a few moments, asking me "Ok?"
I said, "YES! Soooo goooood!" and he kissed me. We
began a slow hip movement, his cock sliding in and out
smoothly in my wetness.
I felt full and very warm. Everything was connected and
the heat of his body was comforting. My whole body was
quivering and Ellie held my feet up to stop them
shaking. That allowed him to go deeper and when the tip
of his cock hit my uterus, I exploded. He started
stroking faster and faster, going deep, my pussy
tightening around him. I gasped and cried, "Yes! Oh god
yes! Please... please... yes... oh god!"
I got dizzy and wave after wave of contractions within
me milked his cock. He started panting as my orgasm
began to fade and I slowly relaxed. He was stroking
fast and deep and I felt another climax approaching
quickly. Ellie sucked my nipples hard, and it hit. My
stomach cramped, my pussy clamped down on him again and
I screamed "Ooooh... oooh... oooh... ooohh... eeeeeee!"
I suddenly felt very wet and slippery and he started
moaning with each thrust, "Unh, unh, unh," and I knew
he was coming. I held him tight kissing him, moaning
with him, humping my hips hard against him, willing him
to go deeper. I spasmed again and again as he pounded
me, making me breathless.
Too soon he stopped and nuzzled my ear, cuddling
closely. I could feel his cock as it shrank and he slid
out of me, leaving me feeling empty. He moved to my
side, stroking and kissing my breasts and Ellie got
between my legs and licked the come from my slit. Once
the excess was gone, she sucked my clit and I climaxed
again, a mild quivery one. I dozed, Ellie kissing my
belly, and Patrick by my side touching my breasts,
kissing my neck. I fell asleep, thinking 'so this is
love'.
CHAPTER SEVEN: "Promises"
I woke up alone the next morning, warm and cozy under
the covers with a sticky smelly mess between my legs. I
unstuck my hip from the sheet and walked to the
bathroom. A pleasant mild ache became noticeable and I
smiled. I hadn't had anything bigger than Ellie's
rubber penis in there since Kevin, it felt good to be
stretched open and filled again! I had mixed feelings
about the previous night, only time would tell if I
could handle them. One thought that crossed my mind was
loving them both if I could.
I showered and brushed my furry tasting teeth and felt
100 percent better. I clipped my hair back out of my
face and slipped on my terry robe, sans underwear. I
thought I'd let it air out a little, knowing there was
the possibility of morning sex, too.
I opened the door to return to the bedroom as Ellie and
Patrick were putting the finishing touches on the bed,
tucking the corners.
"Mornin, sleepyhead!" she said, grinning at me. "Coffee
is over there," pointing toward the tray. I got a cup
and sat on the chair, sipping the warm brew and trying
to wake up. Patrick smiled at me and came to sit at my
feet, putting a small kiss on the inside of my knee. I
bent over and kissed the tip of his nose and then his
mouth lightly, thinking if he wanted a replay of last
night I'd let him make the first move. He was starting
to apply a little more pressure on my lips and Ellie
said "Hey you two, knock it off!"
He chuckled and backed up an inch or two, putting an
arm around my legs. I leaned back and resumed drinking
my coffee, grinning at Ellie standing there with that
look of mock indignation. She sat on the arm of the
chair and bent down to touch my face, turning my lips
to hers for her morning kiss.
"Come on, let's go eat!" Pat said and stood, pulling me
with him. He was in shorts, loose and silky, barefoot
with no shirt. Ellie had on one of her flowing floor-
length robes that made her look like Cleopatra, but I
couldn't see any panties under it. That was always a
good sign.
We ate breakfast in our 'den', making small talk and
feeling comfortable. Making love with the two of them
was much different than sitting over a meal, but I felt
more at ease with them than ever before. When we
finished, Pat said "We need to talk." Ellie nodded and
I said "Yes?"
"We can't stay here much longer," he said, "the tests
came back yesterday and Dad is sick. Nothing terminal,
but the Dr. has suggested he retire...if he does, he
and Edna will most likely move south for the weather,
and this house will be sold."
We nodded and he continued "I'll have to do a little
more for the company time-wise, but I suggest we start
looking for a house."
"What about me?" I asked.
"I was hoping you would come with us," he said, a look
of apprehension and disappointment on his face.
"I want to, but I feel awkward," I said, unable to
explain my feelings.
"About what?" Ellie chimed in.
"I don't feel like I'm contributing much to the
relationship, I'm not working or anything, sometimes I
feel guilty," I said, hanging my head.
"It's about money, isn't it?" Ellie said, smiling a
Cheshire grin.
I nodded, shamefaced, and she laughed out loud.
She got up and removed her robe, (I was right, no
panties) straddling my body in my chair. Her crotch
made my thigh damp and she took a deep breath, saying
"Patrick told you about the trust fund, right?"
"So?" I asked.
"So, that means if I choose to give it away or spend it
on clothes for you, that's my business, where do you
think Patrick's car came from?" I looked under her arm
at him and he nodded yes. She gave me a warm soft kiss,
caressing my breast and asking "How many times have I
said 'I love you'?"
"Hundreds, I guess, I don't count," I replied.
"Neither do I," she said. I hugged her and she
continued "Patrick, it's about time you told her what
you feel, I'm afraid she's going leave if you don't,"
she smiled.
Patrick looked at me with all the earnestness of a
youngster about to give his first recital and said
"Cassie, I believe I've loved you from the night we
met. I was confused, thinking it impossible to love 2
people at once, so I asked Ellie, you know what she
said?"
"Hmm?" I murmured.
"She said it's easy, just open your heart, it's we, not
just me that's asking, can you open your heart to us?"
he asked.
I sat for a few seconds, remembering the night we met,
and how I'd felt.
"Yes I will," I said.
He whooped with joy and Ellie kissed me tenderly,
whispering "Right answer, kiddo," in my ear. She put
her robe back on and left the room, saying she had to
make a phone call. Patrick came to me and placed my cup
on the table, pulling me into his arms.
"You won't regret it, I swear," he said, kissing my
face and stroking my hair. My inner fire got lit and
was bubbling along on low, then he added some fuel by
cupping my behind in his hands. I responded by adding a
little tongue to my kiss and the door slammed.
"Jeez, I can't leave you two alone for 5 minutes!"
Ellie said, laughing. We separated, and Pat smoothed a
hand over my hip as he said "I've got to do a few
things, I'll be back later. We can house-hunt tomorrow,
yes?" We said yes, and he left for his bedroom.
"We've got an appointment in town at 5 o'clock," she
said.
"What for?" I asked, once again sipping my coffee.
"I want his babies, it's about time I got off the pill
anyway...now is the perfect time, I've got one left in
this cycle," she stated.
"I've got three," I said, "but what would we use to
prevent pregnancy?"
"A midnight trampoline, darlin'," she said.
The clinic was a store front, but clean and well-
equipped. Dr. Margaret (call me Peggy) Owens was a
charming woman about 35 who had a no-nonsense attitude
and a haircut to match. The waiting room had lots of
empty chairs and toys scattered around, evidence of
success. Peggy yelled with joy and hugged Ellie
fiercely when we walked in the door. They talked in
quiet tones as they walked back into an examination
room and I was left to sit and ponder.
20 minutes later Ellie walked out saying goodbye and I
held her arm.
"Can she do me too?" I asked.
"You sure?" she asked.
"Positively!" I assured her. Peggy led me back and I
undressed. She took a blood sample and I peed in a
bottle, then put my feet into the eternally cold
stirrups. As she peered into my innards, she said "Have
you known Ellie long?"
"A year or so," I replied, "you?"
"Since she was 14 and came to me for her first birth
control pills," she said.
"I love her," I blurted, anxious for this woman to know
what my status with Ellie really was.
"I do too, if it wasn't for her there wouldn't be a
clinic," Peggy replied.
She looked me over after the pelvic exam and pronounced
me healthy. "The results of the tests should be back in
a couple of days, but there's no reason why you can't
go ahead with filling the prescription," she said. I
thanked her as we were walking out and she leaned close
to me and said quietly "Your babies are going to love
your nipples." I grinned at her, turning a bit pink,
and she said "Babies like long nipples, it's easier for
them to nurse."
Gathering our coats, Peggy let us out into the chill
wind and locked the door behind us, done for the day.
"You never said anything about that place before," I
said when we were driving home.
"No need to, Peggy and I go way back," she smiled.
"It's nice of you to pay for all that," I said.
"People who otherwise can't afford medical care get it,
and I get a friend," she said, "Everybody wins."
We waited at the drug store for 35 minutes while the
pharmacist got the right size found and boxed, then we
left for home. After we ate that night, Ellie showed me
how to place the thing inside, getting her fingers all
gooey with the jelly. It felt funny at first, but as my
body warmed it I couldn't tell it was there.
"What do we tell Pat if he feels it when we make love?"
I asked.
"The truth of course, we're off the pill," she replied.
"Does he really want babies?" I inquired.
"If it were left to him we'd have 6 each," she laughed.
We showered and went to sleep, the day of looking at
houses was going to be a long one. We put Patrick
between us in his bed and cuddled down for sleep,
holding hands on his stomach. Morning came and we left
for the rounds of house-hunting. Nothing we saw hit our
fancy, one was so run-down it was unusable, and we came
home disappointed. We went over our choices again,
hoping to find something we missed, but had no luck.
***
That night we went to the club for awhile, coming home
about midnight.
The glint in Ellie's eye told me she was horny. As we
undressed, Patrick smiled and said "I'll be right
back." I headed for the shower, with Ellie close
behind. Washing each other and playing, we were out in
5 minutes. I sat on the edge of the bed and took my
hair down, letting Ellie brush it out. Ellie went to
Patrick's room and peeked in. "No one there," she said.
Ellie decided to start without him, kissing my neck and
ears, giving me goose bumps. My body was ready and I
responded by kissing her mouth, wet and licky kisses,
the kind I usually gave to her pussy. She moaned softly
once and we heard the door open. "Ladies," Patrick
said.
He had 2 white boxes in his hand and a tray with 2
bottles of champagne. He was naked, his penis at half-
mast and said "Took a bit longer than I thought to snag
the drinks." He put the tray down on Ellie's dressing
table and said "First things first, ladies, be serious
and compose yourselves." We giggled at that and he
waggled his finger at us, smiling. We sat on the edge
of the bed, hands in our laps, legs together and
waited. He got down on one knee, opened both boxes,
taking the rings out. Identical, they had one large
diamond in the center flanked by one smaller stone on
either side.
"They're beautiful!" Ellie said.
"Stick out your left hands, please," he asked. He
slipped them partway on our ring fingers, and said " I
love you both, I want you both, I want to be your mate
for life... will you have me for your husband?"
We said "Yes," and he pushed the rings back to their
proper place. Ellie was crying tears of joy and I
joined her, giving her a big hug.
"Now for the bubbly," Patrick said, popping the cork on
a bottle. He poured the glasses, and handed us each
one.
"To our lives together, to our love together, to us,"
he quietly said. I cried "Yes!" and took a sip. We sat
and drank one bottle dry, hugging and kissing, letting
the tears flow occasionally. Patrick turned off the
lights, leaving only 1 small night light in the corner
and asked "Anyone up for some fun?" He was standing in
front of us, glass in hand, massaging his cock.
Ellie glanced at me and nodded her head in his
direction. I tapped her knee and we both knelt in front
of him simultaneously, Ellie grabbing his cock and me
fondling his balls. 2 minutes later he was hard and
Ellie swallowed the head of his penis, working her
tongue. She released him from her mouth and nudged me.
I put my head close to hers and we traded his cock back
and forth several times. His taste was different, more
like sea salt and sweat this time, but this was our man
and I didn't care what he tasted like.
He came in Ellie's mouth, humping his hips gently
forward, and I let go of his ball sac. Ellie grabbed my
hand and pulled me close, grunting, as she quickly took
his cock out of her mouth and shoved my head down. He
spasmed only twice for me, but that was enough to fill
my mouth.
I held still, my lips around the head, swallowed once
and swirled my tongue around for more. A few more drops
came out and he began to deflate. I kissed his cock tip
and swallowed the last of his come. Ellie laughed and
said "Next time you go first, he almost drowned me!" I
giggled and he laughed. I stood up and climbed onto the
bed, propping my head with a big pillow.
I knew what was coming next, and my pussy itched for
her. She saw me, smiled and pulled the pillow out from
under me. She straddled my face with her hips and
kissed my clit, working her tongue. She was dripping
and I licked her clean, then went to work on her
center. I tongued her butthole and made her squirm,
then returned to her slit.
Holding her lips open, I tongue fucked her clit from
underneath, being rewarded with a flood of her come and
a muffled scream in my pussy. I licked again and got
close to an orgasm of my own. She finally quit teasing
me and sucked my clit and labia into her mouth, chewing
and sucking. I came with a grunt, tensing as the waves
hit me.
She quit sucking so hard and licked around the edges,
cleaning me, letting me calm a bit.
"Gotta pee!" she said, running for the bathroom.
Patrick looked at me and smiled softly.
"Whatever she wants," I said.
He nodded and leaned to kiss me. I fondled his cock for
a few moments, and we heard the door shut. Ellie had a
studious look in her face and she said "Tonight I
better be bottom." I had no idea what that meant, but
Patrick nodded and moved away from the bed a step.
Ellie lay on her back and drew her knees up, sliding a
pillow under her head. She held her arms out to me and
said "Come here, Cass, get on top."
I gently laid on her and she arranged my legs wide
apart, my knees touching her sides. Patrick got behind
us and I felt the tip of his hardness at my slit. He
eased himself in, and I began to feel the fullness. On
each stroke, he went a little deeper and Ellie kissed
me. I thought he was all the way in and started to rock
my hips, but Ellie said "Not yet," and I quit.
The heat and pleasure was building fast and around my
kisses I murmured "I'm gonna come any second!" She
replied "Go ahead," and pushed my hips back with her
hands. Patrick went even deeper and I grunted with the
first throes of my climax.
"God, I can feel him in my throat," I cried, "Aaaahh-
hhuuuunh, Ellie, Ellie, I'm coming! Oh god, oh god, I'm
commmiiiinnng!" She pushed my hips back hard in
opposition to him and he slammed me deep, deep, pulling
me back to him. My puss gripped his cock and I faded
out, lost in the intensity of it.
A few seconds later, I became aware that I wasn't
moving. My pussy was at the end of its contractions,
pleasure fading slowly. I tingled from head to foot,
feeling his cock inside me. Still very hard, I could
feel his heartbeat through it.
"You ok?" he asked. I weakly said "I think so," and he
resumed stroking. I was tender and must have flinched,
because he pulled out of me slowly and said "Ellie,
your turn." She motioned for me to come to her and
turned me around facing Patrick. From between my legs,
she said "You kiss and play nice with Patrick," and
licked my clit.
I moved to give her a better angle and Patrick moved
forward to put his cock in Ellie. He was soaking wet
from me, sliding inside her in one smooth motion. She
moaned into my cunt and Patrick began kissing me. She
was getting his cock, but I was having my pussy eaten
and my tits played with at the same time, not to
mention being kissed. I thought I had the better deal.
They got into a familiar hip rocking routine, it wasn't
long before I heard her moan and saw her tummy muscles
bunch up in a knot. Every time she came she'd grip my
hips and pull my clit onto her tongue, rocking it back
and forth. Patrick and I quit kissing and held each
other's shoulders, watching her rock and moan. I came
time after time, never getting below a certain point.
Any touch on my breasts or my clit was enough to send
me that extra bit and make me come. Patrick tensed and
lunged forward, burying his cock in Ellie, moaning.
"Ya... ya... ya... ya... yes, oh now, now, now, yes,
yes!" With each stroke, he'd thump her pubic bone with
his. As his orgasm lessened, she released my hips and I
made ready to duck down.
He pulled back and my head went for her pussy. Come was
oozing out and I clamped my lips over the widest area I
could and sucked. Gobs came out and I sucked harder. I
finally had an overflowing mouth so I tipped my head
back and gurgled "Ellie!!!" She moved quickly to kiss
me and we tongued it back and forth, swallowing some
and losing some. I started giggling with it running
down my chin, breaking our kiss. I looked at her and
laughed again, she had it running out of her nose! We
both laughed out loud and she said "Shit, look at me!
I've got more on my tits than I swallowed!" She pulled
at Patrick and he got close enough for her to suck him
for a minute, getting the residue.
"We've got to figure a better way to do this," Ellie
said. She kissed my cheek and said "You almost drowned
me when you came, and he got me with the tune-up."
"I was afraid I hurt you when I went too deep," Patrick
told me, "I don't want to hurt you, I love you."
"It's a good hurt, don't worry," I assured him.
We showered again and remade the bed, crawling in for
some well-earned sleep. We put Patrick between us,
throwing a leg over his, cuddling close. He kissed us
in turn and settled on his back. My arm reached for
Ellie's hand and I drifted off.
CHAPTER EIGHT: "Completion"
The next morning I awoke with a very tender pussy and a
full bladder. I shook them awake and went to the
bathroom. As I sat to pee, I thought 'this is how my
life will be from now on'. I had to share a pussy with
Patrick and a cock with Ellie, but sex aside, what
about our lives? Who would shop and who would clean,
how to split up the dozens of things that comprise a
day? Would sex always be the three of us, or would
Ellie need time alone with Patrick? Too many questions
for so early in the morning I thought, and put them on
the back burner in my mind.
As I gingerly walked down to the breakfast room in my
robe, I hoped that I wouldn't meet any one else. Edna
was sitting at the table drinking coffee when I walked
in and there was nothing to do but brave it out. "Good
morning dear, did you sleep well?" she asked.
"Yes, thank you," I replied.
"Tell Carlos what you want for breakfast, I've got to
pick up Paul," she said, leaving the room. Carlos
appeared smiling and said "Yes miss?" I was hungry and
ordered a big breakfast, complete with orange juice.
"Is Mr. Patrick and Miss Ellie coming down soon?" he
wanted to know.
"They're up, so probably, Carlos," I replied.
I was sitting drinking coffee when Patrick and Ellie
entered. "Breakfast is on the way," I told them.
"Good," Patrick said. They got coffee and Carlos came
in with a covered tray, setting it on the table. He
lifted the cover and I stared. At least a dozen
scrambled eggs, a pound of bacon, a big pile of
hashbrowns and a dozen pancakes were on the tray.
"Enjoy!" he said, returning to the kitchen.
"I could get used to this," I said. We ate, talking
about inconsequential things, enjoying the company. I
leaned over and kissed Ellie and Patrick said "She's a
bear in the morning until she's had a cup of coffee." I
leaned to kiss Patrick and asked "What about you?"
"I'm usually ok after my first dozen eggs or so," he
laughed.
Patrick left saying he had errands to run and Ellie and
I finished our breakfast. She had a robe on and I was
willing to bet there was nothing underneath. I wasn't
exactly horny, my pussy was too sore for any serious
attack, but I could handle a few kisses and a hug. She
got up and came to me, swinging her leg over mine,
opening her robe. She sat on my lap, bending to kiss me
and I caressed her boobs, pinching her nipples to
hardness. She opened the top of my robe and returned
the favor, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me. 5
minutes later, she broke the kiss and said "I love you
with all my heart." I buried my face between her
breasts and said "Me too."
Paul and Edna took an extended vacation to the Bahamas
in December and to my surprise Ellie went with them. In
her room helping her pack I said "I'm going to miss
you!"
"I know, I'll miss you too, but I need to go...it's my
last chance to convince my mother that our relationship
is good for all of us," she said.
"Besides, Patrick and you need some time alone, I
think."
The limo picked them up for the ride to the airport,
and Patrick and I waved goodbye from the porch.
"What now?" he asked as we went back inside.
"Whatever you want," I said, giving him a hug. We
returned to the kitchen and got another cup of coffee.
Over the next couple of hours, Carlos and the other
servants left for their well-earned vacation and the
house became quiet. Pat took me on a tour, entering
rooms I'd never seen or imagined. His Father's library,
floor to ceiling with books of all kinds and a
comfortable chair, plus the formal dining room with its
table to seat 24 people with ease.
"Beautiful," I said.
"Too much," he replied, "I like upstairs better." If
that was a hint, I took it and his hand, searching for
the staircase that led to our sanctuary.
We walked into our den and he grabbed my ribcage,
tickling me and making me squeal with laughter. I ran
to the couch, placing it between us and grinned at him.
"Wanna play?" I laughed.
He nodded and faked a move to one end of the couch,
just as I leaped over it and ran for the chair. I
managed to keep out of his grasp for a couple of
minutes and we ended up on the couch with me under him,
pinned and unable to move. He smiled and asked "Give
up?"
"Yes," I said, reaching for him.
He took a tissue wrapped package from his shirt pocket
and handed it to me, releasing me and helping me to sit
up. I opened it, seeing a very tiny pair of panties.
Red and mostly string, I understood he wanted to see me
in them.
"Wait here," I said, walking to the bathroom. I
undressed and tried them on, tucking hair and adjusting
the fit. Nothing seemed to look right, so I grabbed a
razor and shaved my pubes, leaving only a patch at the
top of my slit.
They fit better and the snug fabric against my bare
clit was already getting them damp. The elastic running
through my cheeks made my rosebud tingle too, making me
wonder what he had in mind. Whatever it was, I was
game. I put on a flimsy gown, brushed my hair loose and
walked back into the den. I struck a pose and asked
"You like?"
"Mmm-hmm," he murmured, taking off his clothes. He came
to me hesitantly, looking me up and down, savoring the
view. His cock responded nicely, growing to half-mast
as he held me gently and stroked my back.
"You're absolutely gorgeous," he whispered.
"So're you," I replied, tipping my head, inviting a
kiss. It was a long sweet one, full of warm lips and
wet tongue, with lots of the low passionate sounds I'd
grown used to with Ellie. We broke for more air and he
glanced around the room, shaking his head. He scooped
me into his arms and took me into his room, standing me
in the doorway. He placed one finger in the air and one
on my chest, nodding his head.
I watched as he strode around the room and closed the
drapes, lighting a candle and taking the quilt off the
bed. He returned to me and grasped my shoulders,
opening my gown and letting it slide to the floor. He
knelt and tugged at the panties, kissing my freshly
shaven mound as it came into view. Once they were off,
he held them to his nose and inhaled my scent, gazing
into my eyes.
He dropped them to the floor and carried me to the bed,
where he arranged me on my back with my legs slightly
apart and my hands at my sides.
"Comfortable?" he asked. I nodded yes, and he said
"Close your eyes." I did, and his fingertips started
exploring my flesh. On their journey they never
lingered in one place very long and were usually
followed immediately by the touch of his lips.
My breasts had become very sensitive to touch, being
fondled or kneaded gently by Ellie caused instant
arousal. It was no different with him, the aureoles
crinkling quickly, making my nipples stand up and ache.
He worked his way down my body avoiding all the obvious
erogenous places, concentrating instead on places I
never knew about, like behind my knees and the tops of
my feet.
He returned to my face and kissed me, one fingertip
finding the top of my slit behind my hood. Being rubbed
in slow circles with firm pressure, I responded by
trying to raise my hips. He put his hand flat on my
belly and said "Not now." I stilled again, enjoying his
touch. Over my clit and down to my center, his finger
was long enough to enter me, finding my come spot and
allowing his thumb to continue stroking my clit. I
whimpered and spread my legs, feeling the tension build
quickly.
Varying the pressure and the rhythm, slowing if he
sensed me coming too near an orgasm, he pleasured me
with his hand, occasionally leaning to suck my nipples.
I felt my clit grow large and insistent, waiting
impatiently for release. Without warning his thumb
began stroking across my clit, the pressure inside
increasing from his finger. I lost it within seconds,
screaming "Yaaaaaaaaaaah!" as the heat flashed from my
crotch to my face.
Grabbing his arm and unashamedly bucking my hips, I
tried to force his hand deeper into my opening. My clit
throbbed with each touch, loosing a squirt of fluid
that drenched his hand. I could do nothing but cramp
and spasm, lost in the fog of ecstasy, saying "Mmmf,
mmf, mmf," over and over. After several long seconds I
collapsed back on the bed, releasing his arm and
inhaling a large lungful of needed air. Spent and achy,
I passed out for a minute, waking to see him grinning
at me, licking his fingers.
"Ellie said you might like that," he informed me.
"Ellie was right," I said. Refreshed by my minutes of
sleep, I saw his cock was semi-erect in his lap and
moved to suck him. I licked the tip and dropped my
head, taking him as deep as I could without gagging. He
grew quickly, his orgasm not far off. Stroking and
bobbing my head in the same rhythm, he got harder and
harder for me. His sac drew up and he groaned,
throbbing inside my mouth as he filled me with his
seed.
I swallowed rapidly and sucked for more, releasing the
head and playing with the shaft, licking it off as it
appeared at the tip. He shrank slowly and I let him go,
moving to kiss him. He rolled on his side and I
followed, curling into his arms and putting my mouth on
his. The afterglow was wonderful, his arms providing
the warmth to sustain the erotic heat between us.
We spent the afternoon and most of the evening in
mutual discovery. He was intrigued by my responses to
his tongue and fingers, watching me closely for
approval of what he was doing. We engaged in pure play
with no pressure to have an orgasm. I knew they'd come,
and I wasn't disappointed. His tongue worked magic in
my bare slit, and I keened and moaned again and again.
He rolled me on top of him and let me set the pace for
us.
As I rocked my hips slowly pushing him deep, I nibbled
his nipples and sucked on his neck, getting pleasure
sounds in return. His hands explored my butt, spreading
my cheeks and fingering my hole as I pumped. I was hot,
each touch seeming to trigger something inside taking
me over the edge. Wavy fluttery ones, heavy spasming
ones that made my toes curl and gentle heat ones, I had
them all. Exhausted after several hours, we laid side
by side in comfort, looking at each other, sharing a
quiet kiss or touch. Yes, I loved this man, I thought.
"Hungry?" he asked, and I giggled.
"That's all you ever think about is food," I smiled at
him.
We ate dinner out in a dark corner of a Chinese
restaurant downtown. Holding hands over and under the
table, I had dressed in another pair of the tiny
underwear, with a short skirt and lacy blouse. Full and
happy, we went to the club to dance. We sat in another
dark corner, my toes exploring his crotch and playing
with his cock. We danced some, mostly keeping to
ourselves. His fingers went under my skirt and found
the top of my slit, rubbing circles on my clit. Driving
home we were silent, there was nothing to say. His hand
on the inside of my thigh as he drove said it all.
He and I spent Christmas day at my folks' house, and he
got to meet my Grampa.
He had brought a bottle of whiskey as a gift, which
pleased old Ian very much. Mom and I did the dishes as
the men sat in the den talking, and she said "He's a
handsome one, he is." I nodded my agreement, smiling.
We drove home and he parked in the garage, without
letting me out at the front door as he usually did.
"Merry Christmas," he said, handing me a set of keys.
"What are these for?" I asked, puzzled.
"Your new Volvo station wagon," he said. Parked next to
us was a vehicle with a large red bow attached to the
roof and I squealed with delight. Bright red with a
leather interior, I looked it over and said "Wow!"
He hugged me tight and said "It's supposed to be the
safest car on the road...I can't bear the thought of
losing you in that thing you drive."
I put the keys in my purse and we went in the house. He
got some snack food, and we ended up in our den,
feeding each other tidbits and washing them down with
wine.
The next days were learning times for new lovers as we
got used to each other, trying new things, in and out
of bed. We shared secrets and feelings, the darker
ones, the ones you only tell a lover or a trusted
friend. I had been afraid of being alone with him at
first, thinking we would only have sex. Nice as it was
with him, I missed Ellie's presence in the bedroom. He
seemed to intuitively know my fears and feelings in
that regard, and went out of his way to put me at ease.
Always giving me the choice, allowing me to move at my
own speed, he opened his heart to me and made me feel
loved.
Mornings he would make a call or two over breakfast as
I would cook. We would look out the window at the cold
snowy landscape and retire to the den for some slow
easy sexual fun, or intense conversation over coffee. I
learned more about his body and what he liked and
disliked. Nipples were fair game, as were necks and
ears, and the hot tub was used every day. His hands
were strong and getting massaged by him was very
relaxing. I enjoyed his penis and the little extra bit
of skin, sucking him often, relishing the feeling of it
growing in my mouth and swallowing everything I could.
I spent hours lying on my side with him behind me,
hands cupping my breasts or a finger on my clit,
stroking just enough to let me know he was in there.
Ellie returned alone, and we picked her up at the
airport in the Volvo. Patrick had insisted that I learn
how to drive the big wagon as soon as possible. She was
impressed, and Patrick handed her another set of keys.
"Can't have you two driving something unsafe," he said.
She unpacked and showed off her tan and when I asked
"How'd it go?" she said "Ok for now."
"Oh wow!" she exclaimed when I showed her my baldness,
and she bent to give it a kiss. With her back, I now
felt complete. We showered and took a short nap, my
mouth and fingers welcoming her home. I slept alone in
my own room that night though, and judging from the
sounds I heard coming from her room, it was a good
thing.
We looked and looked for someplace to move for the next
two months. Nothing seemed to be going right and our
frustration was building daily. Most houses we saw were
just like the one we had, too big and too expensive,
while others were too far away or too small. In
anticipation of the move, we rented a storage unit and
shopped for the things we would need, preparing to cook
and clean by ourselves.
***
In February Patrick hurried into the kitchen one
morning waving some papers in his hand, obviously
excited. "Tony told me about a place today, we're going
to look at it, ok?"
"Sure," we replied, and dressed for the trip. It was
cold and grey outside, and we shivered in our parkas
and snow boots until the heater kicked in. Going
through the village of Becker some 35 miles north, he
stopped and got directions from an attendant. Turning
off the main highway onto a 2 lane that soon became
gravel, we slowed and bumped over the potholes and
ruts, coming finally to a mail box that read 'Carson'.
The driveway was mud, and the foot of snow on it told
us no one had been here in awhile. A quarter mile later
we saw the house, tan and white with lots of glass and
a tile roof, sitting nestled in some trees. There was a
barn and a couple of other outbuildings, and orange
sticks sticking through the snow everywhere. Two
stories in the center, the house looked like the letter
A with wide legs. Taking a set of keys from his pocket,
Patrick let us in.
The unfinished house was empty and cavernous, making
our footsteps echo off the marble floor in the
entryway. We took off our boots and walked inside,
looking around at the white walls and wood floors. As
if reciting from memory, Patrick said "6 bedrooms, 3
and a half baths, solarium, office space, family room,
library, living room, kitchen with pantry, formal
dining room and breakfast nook....no hot tub or sauna,
no servant's quarters."
"Who owns it?" Ellie asked.
"Tony said we do, or at least we have first
option...the guy died before he could finish it," he
replied.
I walked up the wrought iron staircase to the second
floor and yelled, "Hey, come look at this!" gazing up
at the skylight. I was in a big empty room surrounded
on all sides by windows from floor to ceiling.
"Must be the solarium," Patrick said from behind me.
"Wow," breathed Ellie.
Our inspection took the better part of two hours,
during which we decided we could live with it. If
necessary would could always sell it and move later,
but we needed out of Edna's yesterday and it fit the
bill. The kitchen was under the solarium and had no
appliances except a sink. There were uninstalled
lighting fixtures in boxes on the floor, usually
sitting under some wires hanging out of the wall.
We thought that the big room on the south wing next to
the kitchen should be Pat's office and the one on the
other side could be our rec room. Patrick dropped us
off at home and drove to his office in town where he
could make phone calls. He called Ellie, instructing
her to buy some kitchen stuff and have it delivered,
and warned her the movers would be there in the
morning.
He came home after dark, looking beat as he slumped in
Ellie's chair.
"We are now homeowners," he groaned, "my fingers are
sore from all the signatures." I helped him undress and
pushed him into the shower, throwing his clothes into
the hamper. What little we were carrying with us was in
suitcases, ready for morning. We compared notes on the
house from memory, planning the move. I think we all
slept badly, concerned about our choice and the impact
it would have on our future.
By 7 am, we had loaded the 4 wheeler, waiting on the
movers. It took only 4 hours for them to load what we
were taking and we headed for our place. Once there,
Ellie directed them in the placement of the furniture
and Patrick dealt with the electric company. I helped
unpack the boxes as they came in and volunteered to go
to the storage unit. Ellie drove the 4 wheeler with no
problem, dodging the biggest potholes with ease.
We returned just as the moving van was going out of the
driveway and bumped our way over the ruts to the door.
Patrick helped unload, we unpacked the necessities and
finally sat, tired beyond belief. Patrick smiled and
said "Well, ladies, welcome home." We giggled, and the
pressure that had been our constant companion for weeks
broke. There were lines under his eyes and his face was
strained. He needed sleep, lots of it, and we nodded at
each other in silent conspiracy. He opened a cooler and
brought out a bottle of Champagne with three plastic
glasses, saying "Best I could do on short notice."
His platform bed was in the largest of the bedrooms and
after draining the bottle quickly, we went to shower.
We made the bed as he took his, taking ours together.
We came out drying ourselves to find him dead to the
world, curled on his side softly snoring. We left him
there and went to bed next door, falling asleep after
only 2 perfunctory kisses. 'So much to do!' I thought
as my mind spiraled down.
I came awake at 9:30, alone and achy. I peed and
brushed my teeth and put on my warmest robe from my
suitcase. I heard faint noises in the kitchen and
padded barefoot in their direction. The floor was cold,
I was cold, and the day looked grimy outside. Dressed
in warm clothing, Ellie saw me and brightly said "Hi,
you want coffee?" I nodded and took the offered cup,
sitting in the breakfast nook, the only chairs
available. There was a knock on the door, and Ellie
returned with a guy in a uniform. Pointing toward the
rear door, she said "In there, please." For the next 20
minutes I got to watch as three guys tracked black mud
all over the floor and installed our washer, dryer and
deep freeze. Ten minutes after they left and we had
cleaned the floor somewhat, 2 more people showed up
with a refrigerator and stove, tracking more mud
inside.
I got dressed in long pants and a warm shirt,(with some
shoes this time) and returned to the kitchen in time to
see a furniture truck pull up outside.
"Grand Central Station!" I cried as I opened the door,
smiling. 4 guys this time, and they unloaded a store's
worth into the house, along with half the mud in the
yard. The leather pit group went to the solarium I
knew, but Ellie told them where to put the rest of it
as I ate. Watching them struggle with those things up
that spiral staircase made my day! We at least had a
dining room table and more chairs.
Pat was up at noon, sleepy-eyed and groggy, but looking
better. He nodded his approval of what had been done
already and mentioned a few other things that Ellie
added to our growing list. Electricity was the only
convenience that was purchased from a company based
elsewhere. Gas I learned came from those 2 one thousand
gallon silver tanks in the back of the house, our water
coming from a well somewhere outside. The sewer was
handled by a big septic tank and drain field dug in
when the house was built and those orange sticks in
front were the surveyors' marks for the pool. Other
sticks were marks for driveways and concrete yet to be
poured. As I poured out the third bucket of dirty
water, I asked Ellie "Anyone else coming today?"
"Not today," she grinned.
We dressed and went outside into the chill air, and
Patrick said it was about 5 above zero. We investigated
the outbuildings, found the well-house and wandered
around the trees looking at the house from different
angles. The barn smelled faintly of horses, with straw
and some hay scattered around on the floor. The hayloft
was full, and there were two stalls for animals of some
kind. A shed contained a tractor with tires as tall as
me, with a contraption on the front Patrick called a
bucket.
The building closest to the house was long and narrow,
with multiple doors along one side. It also had a lot
of yellow sticks in front of it, and as Patrick opened
the side door, he said "Garage." Space for 5 vehicles
on a concrete floor, there were empty tool racks and
other paraphernalia scattered on the bench at the
front. A partially disassembled car sat on stands at
the far end.
Back in the house, Patrick set up his office and we
made beds and cleaned. Unpacking as we went, we threw
the boxes outside for later disposal. We took the truck
and shopped for groceries, bringing home an astonishing
amount of food.
"Will you teach me how to cook what you like?" I asked
Ellie as we bumped along the driveway.
"Sure," she said, "before my mother got all weird on
me, we did some nice meals together." That night she
cooked and I helped, learning as I went. It was good
and there was lots of it, I heard no complaints.
Patrick had the house plans and sketched in a garden as
we watched. No TV yet, so we turned on the radio and
found a station with soft music. He nodded off on the
couch and Ellie got a blanket and covered him. Kissing
his cheek lightly, we walked down the hallway to our
bed.
We took a bath, luxuriating in the hot water up to our
chins, stroking and washing each other, teasing nipples
and skin. She was getting real personal with her toes
in my crotch and I said "You think now is good?" She
nodded and went back to toe play, getting me aroused.
That night before bed, we had a small ceremony. We took
our diaphragms and dropped them in the wastebasket
together, hugging each other. In bed she was wild and a
little rough at first, telling me "Stick your hand in
there, I want to feel your knuckles, fuck me hard!"
After her first orgasm of the night, she calmed a bit
and let me love her my way, soft and gentle with lots
of kisses in the right places. Her mouth and fingers
gave me the soft touches I had missed in her absence,
ending with curled together sleep.
It took a week to settle in and get things organized.
Rooms were assigned a function and furniture was
bought. It had warmed some, and we no longer had to
wear heavy clothing in the house. The TV was put in and
we learned the house had an intercom system.
Contractors had come and gone, giving Patrick the
estimates for work yet to be done and we had parked all
the cars we had in the garage. Sex was infrequent and
mostly with Ellie, Patrick spending most of his free
time sleeping or working. He was still tired and
mentally exhausted, but we couldn't do anything but be
with him. He would have to exorcise his own demons in
his own way.
April arrived, and with it the sun and some heat. I
began walking outside, mentally noting where the garden
would go, picking a few spring blossoms to brighten our
table. Patrick had revived, and sex with him once again
became the norm for both of us. Ellie and I enjoyed
each other almost everyday, with Patrick sleeping with
each of us in turn, devoting his full attention to
starting our family. I found I wasn't jealous of either
of them as I listened to the sounds of love coming from
his room or hers, but quietly pleased that they were
sharing their love with me.
I missed a period and the lower part of my belly got a
little tight to the touch. I picked a Friday evening
after dinner to make my announcement.
I stood and cleared the table, leaving Patrick's wine
glass, winking at Ellie. I took off all my clothes
except my panties and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms
around his neck.
"You're going to be a Daddy," I said.
The look he gave me was pure amazement and he asked
"You sure?" I nodded, smiling and he gave a whoop of
delight. Standing up and almost dumping me on the
floor, he gave me a ferocious hug, tears in his eyes.
Ellie's eyes teared up and she came around the table
for a big hug. Touching my face with his finger, he
said "I love you."
Later, sitting deep in thought, he said "Looks like
we'll have to buy more furniture." That got a giggle
from Ellie, and I roared with laughter. He broke into a
laughing fit that lasted several minutes, and the
tension that had hounded us for months was gone.
Later that night, I had to convince him that I wouldn't
break if we made love.
We were a family at last.
Post script:
Some months later as I sit here working on this
narrative on my rickety old typewriter, I believe I'm a
very lucky woman. I'm snuggled up in a warm robe with
fuzzy slippers on my feet, holding my swollen belly,
feeling my unborn son or daughter wiggle with unknown
dreams. Ellie started throwing up in the mornings about
a week ago, so I think she can't be far behind.
People say that a person is the sum total of their
experiences, and I've had some wonderful ones. I had to
go through Kevin and Sammi to know what real love and
sharing is about and I'll always have a warm spot in my
heart for them both. They taught me that real love is
about giving, not taking.
Patrick runs the business from his office, with
occasional trips on the road. The snow will come again
soon and we've had a good season. I've learned how to
cook and gained some special skills in the emotional
department. Patrick is a devoted husband, although
there has been no ceremony to celebrate our joining.
When he asked about it earlier, we told him that a
piece of paper can't give us more than we already have.
Threesomes are usually every few days, with lots of
anticipation and preparation on all sides. Nothing gets
me quite so ready as walking into Patrick's room with
my hair brushed loose, a little perfume between my
breasts, with my bulging belly leading the way. Seeing
the two of them on the bed waiting for me makes me wet.
It also makes my chest tingle, inside where my heart
is.
Ellie and I still play almost every day, the bond
between us growing stronger with time. I like being
fondled while I stand at the stove, or cuddled in front
of the TV. Our ritual of shaving each other has become
our favorite, and leads to some mutually pleasing sex
more often than not.
We have a hired man, a crusty old fart named Benson who
lives in a bungalow tucked back in the trees, and he
taught me how to drive the tractor. Our garden this
year was magnificent and Ellie and I canned a lot of it
for our pantry. We cook, we clean and we spent a lot of
the summer nude or nearly so. The pool is huge, our
housewarming party brought neighbors from all around.
Some of them joined us on a bright summer day for an
afternoon of nude fun and frolic in the water. Patrick
is thinking of adding some spaces for campers so they
can stay for the weekends.
Paul and Edna have only visited once, after they
learned they were going to be grandparents. I'd have to
list Edna's relationship with Ellie as 'under repair'.
Mom and Dad visit frequently, and are pleased with how
well we have done. I can't wait to see Uncle Jessie and
Aunt Ellen again, with little Millie in tow. I know
she'd like it.
CHAPTER NINE: "Addition"
As I entered my 8th month of my pregnancy, the snow
started to fly, blanketing the ground with fluffy white
softness. Safe and snug in our house, we went about our
daily routine. I walked slowly, balancing my stomach
carefully as I went up or down the steps from the
solarium or the library. The baby moved
constantly, pushing down on my bladder and making me
feel the need to pee.
I usually wore a loose gown and kept a towel handy for
accidents. I didn't know for sure, but I thought I was
going to give birth to a soccer player of world-class
caliber, judging by her movements in my womb. I decided
that 'it' was too impersonal for something that was so
intimately a part of me and started referring to the
baby as 'she' or 'her'. I don't know how or why, but
some instinct told me I would have a girl.
Ellie was about 3 months gone and already her beautiful
nipples were turning brown, spreading across her
breasts. Mine looked like saucers, brownish pink with
the nipples flattened across the front, no longer
protruding into space. Ellie and I quit shaving each
other, settling for a quick trim once a week, it was
too hard to get comfortable on my back. Sex was slow
and easy too, no more athletic positioning or rapid
thrusting was possible. I craved Ellie's touch and
Patrick's too, often watching the two of them making
love and playing with myself, cuddling and kissing on
them both afterwards.
Young as I was and facing the unknown of giving birth,
I had never felt safer. With Pat and Ellie for moral
support and Mom to help with the practical side of
things, I enjoyed the last weeks of pregnancy. The
olive oil rubs were a daily habit for both of us, along
with sharing the cooking. Patrick was more helpful than
ever, even suggesting we get some live-in help. Old
Benson came to our rescue one evening when he knocked
on the door after supper.
Standing there with his Stetson in his hand, he asked
"Is Patrick home?"
Ellie replied "Sure, come on in," ushering him inside
the kitchen. We were dressed in our gowns, and although
he couldn't see anything he hadn't already seen a
hundred times, he acted embarrassed to be in the same
room with us in our nightclothes.
"Can I get you a cup of coffee or something?" I asked,
wiping my hands on a dishtowel.
"No Ma'am, thanks just the same," he replied, averting
his eyes from the front of my gown and looking at the
floor, anxious for Patrick to come.
"Arthur," Patrick said as he walked into the room and
shook Benson's hand.
"Mr. Pat," Benson replied, "I been thinkin' about what
you asked, and I believe Norma would be interested in
helpin' out."
"Great!" Patrick said, "would she need a room here, or
would she drive out from town?"
Benson blushed a darker shade for a second, and replied
"Well, I asked her to live out here with me, and she's
agreed if it's ok with you."
"Yes, yes absolutely," Patrick said grinning, "she'd be
real close if the girls needed her that way."
"That's kinda what I figgered," Benson replied, a
relieved smile on his face.
"When can she start?" Patrick asked.
"Anytime you say," Benson replied.
"Ok then, bring her out and get her settled in at your
place, then bring her over to meet the girls Monday,
how's that sound?" Patrick asked.
"We'll be here," Benson said, reaching for the door
handle.
Ellie and I had witnessed this typically male exchange
with grins and small chuckles. As the door shut quietly
behind Benson, I said "How nice of you two to talk
about us as if we weren't here! Girls, my ass!"
Ellie joined in with "How come he was blushing so much?
He's seen us bare-ass in the pool fifty times this
summer!" Patrick thought for a moment and said "Arthur
really likes women, he respects them a lot... he thinks
pregnancy is a wonderful thing, I think he's in awe of
the two of you."
"But I was driving the tractor half-naked with him," I
retorted, "and he didn't blush then."
"Mmmm, right, but remember the respect part, he's in
your house, you're both in nightgowns and obviously
pregnant, I'd guess he felt like he was intruding into
something private," Pat said.
Mulling that over in our minds, Ellie and I finished
the dishes and went to the east wing of the house for
our shower. A few kisses and hugs later, we were in the
spray soaping each other. After, we were drying off and
she suddenly said "Cassie, promise me that if something
happens to me you'll take care of my babies." She had
this serious look on her face, so unlike the fun-loving
Ellie I knew, so I replied "Ok, I can do that, but what
makes you think you're having more than one?"
"I don't know, call it a gut feeling, but I'm pretty
sure there's going to be twins," she said.
Dr. Peggy had examined us both and pronounced us
healthy, but hadn't mentioned the possibility of
multiple births to either of us, so I was confused.
"Look at you!" I exclaimed, "You're as healthy as a
horse, nothing's going to happen."
"Just the same, I'd feel better if you'd promise," she
said.
"I promise," I replied, slipping into my gown and
giving her a hug, "It'll be all right, you'll see."
Later in the den, I was sitting on one side of Pat
fondling his cock while Ellie kissed him, ignoring the
TV. He was nice and hard, his length filling my hand
and then some, oozing the drops of clear fluid that
tasted so good. Abruptly he broke the kiss and stood
up, his penis swinging free.
"Let's make love," he said huskily, "I need both of you
tonight."
Grinning, I cried "Yeah!" and pushed myself to a
standing position. Pat helped Ellie up and we walked
arm in arm to his room.
In his room and naked, I knelt in front of him and
resumed what I'd been doing on the couch, cradling his
ball sac with one hand and licking the tip. After a few
minutes he pulled me up and whispered "I want to be
inside you." That made my nipples hard and I nodded,
lying down on the bed. He got behind me and lifted my
leg, sliding his cock in me part way.
Then the unspoken communication between Pat and Ellie
took over and instead of sucking my clit like she
usually did, she laid beside me and stroked it with her
fingers along the shaft, gently jilling me. My clit
swelled and flexed in response, giving me shivers of
delight at her touch. I tried to move my hips and
Patrick put a hand on my thigh, saying "Don't move,
just feel me inside."
He moved his cock stirring my canal and I clutched his
cock with my muscles, getting a soft moan in return.
The heat of my passion built quickly, and although he
wasn't as deep as I liked, he filled the outer half of
my pussy very well. That and her fingers stroking my
clit in rhythm with our muscle contractions brought me
to the edge and held me there, the feelings ready to
burst through at any moment.
"Aaaaahhhh, Patrick!" I breathed, "soo gooooood!"
clenching and releasing my inner muscles for him in
counterpoint to the flexing of his shaft inside me. I
felt myself dribble on Ellie's hand and she said "Here
it comes!" as she increased the tempo of her strokes,
using only her thumb and forefinger.
I lost control and my pussy locked on his shaft,
gripping him tightly. He chose that moment to move,
sliding in the rest of the way and filling me
completely. I couldn't breathe, but I felt myself
squirt several times, releasing my grip on his cock for
a fraction of a second before tightening again, coming
hard and grunting.
"Aaah! Yuh... yuh... yuh.... oh god! I cried, lost in
the sensations from my body. They seemed to be
concentrated in the outer third of my cunt and my
nipples, both getting the sheets damp.
"Yes!" Ellie cried, smiling widely at me, expertly
fingering between my legs to prolong my joy. I slumped
back unable to move as it slowly faded, drained
completely.
I opened my eyes and saw Ellie licking her fingers and
grinning at Pat, then felt him pull out, as hard as
ever. The baby had felt my contractions and was moving,
causing my belly to roll and bulge with strange shapes.
There was a wicked smile on Ellie's face as she said
"My turn," and squatted over Patrick's cock. Hard and
slippery from me, it disappeared inside her with ease.
I watched as she straddled him and pumped her hips, her
eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations. Pat held
her hips and helped her move, softly moaning each time
she hit bottom.
I moved to face her and lifted her chin for a kiss,
bumping noses for a second until I got their rhythm.
She started moaning in my mouth and I knew she was
close, so I reached down and touched her clit, pressing
it against his shaft. She moaned "Yeeeeeesss!" and
pumped faster, slamming her pelvis downward onto
Patrick harder with each stroke. A half a minute later,
he gasped and cried "Now, now, now!" banging his hips
upward to meet her thrusts, his balls tightening in
their sac.
She leaned against me, murmuring "Mmmm, mmmmmm,
mmmmmm!" as her climax ended, falling slowly facedown
on the bed with Patrick still buried deep inside. After
a couple of minutes she moved, rolling on her side and
releasing Patrick's cock from her tunnel. I knelt and
licked him, savoring the taste of their juices mixed
together, swallowing everything.
Leaving them on the bed, I walked to the shower to
clean up and get ready for sleep. Tonight had been very
different from our usual sex and I glowed inside with a
pleasant tingle. I was almost done when they joined me,
Ellie looking sleepy-eyed and exhausted, Patrick his
usual energetic self.
Once in bed, I announced my feelings about the sex of
my baby, and Ellie said "Mother's instincts are hardly
ever wrong." I agreed with that, then Patrick said "I
don't care if it's a boy or a girl, as long as it's
healthy."
"She, Patrick, she," I giggled, "get used to it!" He
smiled and replied "Whatever you say, Mom."
We quietly discussed a few names before sleep, saying
the ones we liked best to see how they sounded out
loud.
***
Monday morning Norma showed up on the arm of Benson,
smiling nervously and looking around the kitchen. Small
and wiry, she was dressed in slacks and a sweater.
"Come on in!" Pat said, waving them closer, "have some
coffee."
Benson made the introductions, and I liked this woman
immediately. She had a no-nonsense air about her that
told me she wasn't afraid of work and possibly not much
else either. By mutual agreement, we decided she'd take
over the heavy cleaning and the laundry in the house,
but leave the cooking to us. We didn't know what Arthur
had told her about our relationship, but it was clear
she knew that Ellie and I were carrying babies from the
same man. After a walk-through of the house to see
where everything was, she began by stripping the beds
and doing some laundry.
***
Christmas was coming up fast and one day Pat took us to
the city for some shopping. Driving back with a wagon
load of presents, we shopped for a tree and a turkey
for Christmas dinner.
It took the better part of three days to wrap
everything and get it under the tree. We had invited
all the relatives for the Holidays and were looking
forward to their visit. For Uncle Jessie and Aunt
Ellen, this would be their first time at our new house,
and we were determined to make them welcome. Millie was
14, and I wanted to see how much she'd grown since the
last time I'd seen her.
Paul and Edna were on holiday in the Bahamas again, but
Mom and Dad arrived on December 20th with an armload of
stuff to put under the tree. Patrick showed them to
their room and opened the bar in the den, sipping a
glass of whiskey. After dinner, the evening was spent
catching up on each other's lives in quiet
conversation. Mom smiled a lot, happy and giggly with
the wine, while Dad cornered Patrick by the fireplace
and talked sports. That night as I lay on my side with
Pat's hand on my stomach feeling the baby move, he
whispered "I love you, you know that?"
"Mmm-hmm, I love you too," I replied, "and Ellie of
course."
"What about me?" she inquired sleepily. Patrick rolled
to hold her and said "We were just saying we loved
you."
"Mmmm, me too," she replied. Snuggling against him to
sleep, I felt complete, joined to them both in body and
spirit.
Right after breakfast the next morning, Uncle Jessie
and Aunt Ellen arrived with Millie. It was snowing
lightly, and as I opened the door Millie squealed
"Cassie!, you look wonderful!", giving me a big hug.
Two trips from the car later, their luggage was in
their rooms and Patrick gave them a tour of the house.
Gathering by the fireplace, we all shared hugs and
kisses, catching up on what had been happening in their
lives. Millie had become a young woman with some slight
curves in all the right places, looking very grown up
in her dress and heels. She'd inherited the Moran
height and slimness along with her pretty hair, and she
was at that age where she looked like a colt, all arms
and legs with oversize hands and feet.
Later that night I couldn't sleep, so I went to the
kitchen for a drink of water and a few minutes of
solitude, staring out the window at the moonlit
landscape. As I drank, a voice behind me said "Cassie,
that you?", scaring me half to death. Turning, I saw it
was Millie standing there in her nightie, her hands at
her sides looking wistful.
"Yeah, it's me," I said, "Why are you up at this time
of night?"
"I wanted to talk to you," she said.
"Want something to drink?" I asked.
"No thanks," she replied, coming closer. I could see
she was nervous and excited, her mood uncertain, so I
said "Come on, let's go in the den near the fireplace."
Walking behind her, I saw that her nightie barely
reached the top of her bare little butt. It had to be
important for her to wait until 1 AM to ask questions,
so I sat on the couch nearest the fireplace and
motioned for her to sit next to me. The embers were
dying, emitting only enough of a soft glow to highlight
her face.
She sat and faced me with her legs crossed, her hands
on her knees, and said "How do you know if you're in
love?"
"Not an easy question to answer," I replied, "do you
think you are?"
"Mm-hm," she replied, "but I don't know."
"Ok, start at the beginning and tell me everything," I
said, leaning against the arm of the couch.
"Well, there's this girl at school, her name is Gwen
and we have some classes together, like band and gym,
and I'm so embarrassed!" she cried.
"What happened?" I asked.
"When I see her in the showers my coney gets all tingly
and drippy," she said, pointing between her legs.
"How does that make you feel?" I asked.
"Excited and embarrassed all at once," she sighed.
"That's your body reacting," I said, "how do you feel
about her as a person, do you talk to her, hang out
together?"
"A little, she acts like she likes me too, but I don't
know how much," she replied.
"Before anything happens between you, talk to her, find
out if you have any common interests, get to know her
better," I advised.
"I'm trying!" she laughed, "but her mother is strict
sometimes."
"Have you talked to your Mom about it?" I asked.
"Not about Gwen, but about relationships in general,"
she replied.
"What did she tell you?" I asked.
"She said to be patient," she replied.
"Mom's advice is pretty good," I chuckled.
Shyly she asked "What's it like to make love?"
"I guess it's different depending on the person you're
with," I said.
"Different how?" she asked.
"A man is very different from a woman," I laughed,
"didn't you pay attention in Biology class?"
"I know that part, but I don't know what I want," she
said.
"Who you're with is more important than what you do,
honey...how you feel when you're with them, how you
care for each other, things like that," I said.
"I think I'd like to have a baby, and I can't do that
with Gwen," she said.
"Let me tell you something Millie, my decision to have
a baby wasn't taken lightly. I have a partner I love
and trust, and it's not A baby, it's HIS baby, and that
makes all the difference. I'm building a life with him
and Ellie, one that will provide security and love for
my family, and that includes my children, her children,
the works," I stated.
"Where does Ellie fit in?" she asked.
"Ellie fills that part of my life that Patrick can't,
and he knows it. He encourages us to love each other,
he loves us both without reservations of any kind, he's
a special kind of man", I said.
"I think I'd like that," she said.
"If that's what you really want, you'll find someone
who feels the same way as you do," I said, trying to
comfort her.
"But I want to know what it's like now," she replied,
the frustration evident in her voice.
"Give yourself time, you're only 14," I said, "besides,
there might be a boy you will meet that you'll be
attracted to instead of a girl, who knows?"
"I suppose," she said, "there are some that are cute
and I like, but I'm confused!" she whimpered.
"Give it time," I repeated, stroking her back. "Come
on,. let's go to bed now, you've got awhile yet before
you decide."
Taking her hand, I walked her to her room and kissed
her cheek goodnight, murmuring 'I love you' in her ear.
I got a fierce hug, her fingertips brushing my breasts
as we broke apart. Walking the hallway back to our
room, I wondered just how long Millie would wait. I
planned to talk with Mom in the morning, maybe she
could talk to Aunt Ellen and make the process a little
easier for Millie.
Grampa arrived the next morning around 11, looking
healthy and fit. He'd brought some presents and a
bottle of his favorite whiskey, and Patrick got him
settled in his room. Eating and visiting took up the
biggest part of the next few days, along with the
tradition of opening presents on Christmas morning.
I got mostly things for the baby as did Ellie, but
there were some nice pieces of jewelry for both of us
from Patrick. Aunt Ellen gave me a quilt she'd made for
the baby, and Millie got mostly clothes and money. Our
midnight conversation was never referred to again, and
Millie and her Mother spent a few hours together in the
solarium chatting. I hoped that the two of them would
be as close as me and Mom, coupled with that special
understanding between women.
Our company left for home before New Year's day,
letting us relax and be lazy. Norma was a whirlwind in
the house, cleaning like every particle of dust was her
personal enemy. One morning we asked her to sit with us
and have coffee, and she said "Babies are coming soon,
got to get ready."
"I'm not due until the middle of next month," I
replied.
She laughed and said "They come when they want, not
when the Dr. says so, I raised three of my own and not
one was on time."
Ellie and I gained a lot of insight as she told of her
experiences, and at her urging finished preparing the
nursery. We were both going to use the room next to our
bedroom as our "nest", the place where we would change
and feed them for the first few months. The cribs were
made up, boxes of diapers stacked, the delivery bed was
put in place and we declared ourselves ready.
The first week of January my stomach changed shape,
protruding more at the bottom. During my checkup Dr.
Peggy said "Anytime, kiddo, anytime, she's turned head
down and ready." The ultrasound showed her with her
knees tucked tightly against my kidneys, her tiny
bottom in the air. Driving home she didn't move much,
as if resting for the final effort to break free of her
confinement.
5 days later I was about to step into the shower when
she stretched, pushing her feet upward toward my lungs
and making me lose my breath. I gasped and held onto
the rail afraid to move, as she continued to wiggle and
kick. The flood of warm fluid that drenched my thighs
announced my water breaking and I screamed
"Elliiieeeeee, she coming!".
***
I was holding to the rail trying to breathe, shivering
with the coolness of the water drying on my legs and
feet as Ellie ran into the bathroom and said "What's
wrong?"
"My water broke! She's coming!" I managed, watching my
stomach roll.
"Patrick!" Ellie cried, running toward the bedroom,
"Let's go, the baby's here!"
A couple of minutes later she had calmed down enough
for me to move, so I rinsed myself in the shower and
put on my robe, feeling the contractions deep inside.
Patrick came in and kissed me, saying "Dr. Peg is on
her way, relax," placing his hand on my stomach. I went
to the nest and climbed on the bed, pulling my knees up
and bracing my feet as another contraction hit. This
was happening too fast, and I hoped Dr Peggy was a good
driver. We had all attended the natural childbirth
classes and Patrick coached me as each new contraction
came and went, bringing the sweat to my forehead. Ellie
wiped me with a cool cloth after each one, reassuring
me everything was ok. I giggled and said "You're as
nervous as I am!"
"Sure I am, silly," she replied, "I get to see what I'm
going to be going through pretty soon!"
The contractions got closer and closer together,
becoming almost constant. I panted and blew per
instructions from Pat, holding Ellie's hand tight,
chewing on small pieces of ice when I could. Dr Peggy
walked in and smiled, saying "Nice day for a baby,
hey?" putting her bag on the floor and grasping my
hand.
"Ye-uh," I grunted, panting with the effort of yet
another spasm. I felt her hand between my legs probing,
and she said, "Hang on, it'll be a couple of minutes
yet."
Slipping on her gloves, she positioned herself between
my knees and said "Push with the next one, and push
hard, ok?"
I nodded, gasping, feeling the baby start to come.
3 hard pushes later I felt as if my insides were about
to fall out and the baby gave a final kick to my
diaphragm, sliding her way through my canal to
daylight.
"AAAAAaaahhhhh!" I screamed, the pain unbearable for a
few seconds, then suddenly it was gone. Peggy caught
her and wrapped her in a blanket, cutting the cord. I
heard a weak cry, then another and finally she caught
her breath and wailed loudly, upset at being removed
from her warm hiding spot. I felt empty, exhausted,
drowsy and excited, all at the same time.
"Here you go," Peggy said, placing the tiny bundle on
my chest, "She's a little messy, but I think she's
hungry." Wiggling gently, her little hands waving and
clutching, I held her to me and looked at the top of
her head while Peggy busied herself between my legs
again, telling me to push once more. I felt more
pressure for a moment, then a sting. Patrick said
"She's beautiful, she looks just like you."
"Look how long she is!" I exclaimed, wondering how long
it would take for the red wrinkles to disappear. She
wiggled her head and started crying again, lusty howls
that I thought could be heard in the next county.
"I told you she was hungry," Peggy muttered, smiling up
at me. Her mouth found my nipple and sucked it in,
nursing vigorously. I felt a tremor inside as she did,
my uterus contracting with a dull ache. Quiet now, her
tiny mouth inhaling my aureole, we looked her over. Her
foot was no larger than my thumb, the tiny toes
perfect. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but the mop of
hair on her head matched Patrick's exactly. Peggy
checked her, wiping the blood away as she nursed, her
hands clutched to my breast. Ellie wiped the tears from
her eyes and said "Wow!"
I drifted in and out, feeling people move me around on
the bed. My robe was pulled off at one point, then
something warmer was put on my shoulders. Someone
brushed my hair, spreading it on the pillow. I felt her
release my nipple and shifted her to the other side
where she resumed nursing, strong sucks that got my
milk flowing and my insides fluttering.
I woke to dim daylight, seeing Patrick sitting on the
foot of the bed holding my hand. We were alone, the
baby asleep in my arms.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"About 5:30," Pat replied, "hungry?"
"I could eat a horse," I laughed, "I'm starved!"
"Breakfast coming up," he said, getting up and kissing
my knuckles before he left the room.
The tray returned, along with Peggy and Ellie. Ellie
took the baby and I sat up, my mouth watering with the
smell of food. As I ate, Peggy said "Near as I can
tell, about 6 pounds and 21 inches long,.....what name
do you want on the birth certificate?"
I looked at Pat and said "Does Rachel Marie sound ok?
Mom said Marie was my grandmother's name."
"Sounds good to me," Pat smiled, touching her head.
"Come see me in a few days, we'll give you a checkup,
but I don't see any problems....keep her fed and dry,
she'll be ok.....congratulations, Mom!" she grinned.
Peggy left with Patrick escorting her to her car, and
Ellie looked at me and whispered "You did it, you
really did it!" I nodded and said "Yes I did, and so
will you."
After breakfast, I looked at the tiny person in my arms
and thought about her future. Would I be able to treat
her with the same love and acceptance as my Mother had
with me? Would I respect her choices? Regardless of
what might happen later, I was responsible for bringing
her into the world, and I had to try.
Mom showed up that evening, eyes brimming with tears as
she held Rachel for the first time. Dad looked in and
visited with me for a few minutes, ending up in the den
with Patrick, celebrating his first grandchild. Rachel
was fed whenever she got hungry for the first few days,
then adjusted to every 5 or 6 hours as my milk came in
full force, bloating her little belly to gigantic
proportions. I had my checkup along with Rachel, Peggy
pronouncing us both healthy and fit. The wrinkles on
Rachel gave way to chubby little thighs and arms,
waving in the air each time I changed her. My body
slowly returned to normal except for the small stretch
marks on the edges of my stomach.
The weather cooperated with a warm spell, allowing me
to walk outside for a few minutes at a time with
Rachel. Most of my days were spent in a rocker in the
nest or the solarium nursing her, touching her tiny
fingers or stroking her hair as she molded herself to
me. When she slept I exercised or slept myself, tired
and worn as my body coped with my feeding schedule.
She was about 2 months old when she started sleeping
through the night occasionally, giving my breasts a
welcome relief from the sucking but causing them to
swell uncomfortably with the extra milk. One night at 3
am I woke up with very full boobs which were leaking
through my bra. I got up and padded barefoot to the
kitchen, thinking I could pump them and put it in the
refrigerator for later. Patrick must have heard me get
up because he was right behind me as I opened the
package, trying to figure out how to use it.
He smiled and took the pump from me, saying "Come on."
I followed him to the den where we cuddled on the
couch, his face close to my breast. Unhooking the front
of my bra to expose the dripping nipple, he asked "May
I?" I nodded and he took my nipple in his mouth,
sucking gently. The milk flowed after a few moments and
he swallowed, telling me "It's very sweet."
"I know," I said, giggling quietly.
He continued to suck and swallow, emptying one and
switching to the other. The pressure was gone and I
felt so close to this man, the father of my baby and my
partner. I hadn't had real sex with either Ellie or
Patrick in a couple of months, finding occasional
relief with my fingers in the shower. Leaning back on
the couch with my nipple in his mouth, I realized I
wanted to make love again, especially with Patrick. I
needed him, I wanted him inside me, I wanted to
recapture the intimacy of our love.
He raised his head and smiled at me, saying "You're
beautiful."
"Am not!" I whispered, "I've got stretch marks!"
"And they're beautiful too," he said, kissing the pudgy
spot on my belly, the only remnants of my pregnancy
besides my oversized breasts. I grasped his shoulders
and pulled him to me, kissing him warmly and hoping he
would get the hint. His fingers stroked my belly and a
little lower as we continued to kiss, my passion
building. I took his hand and placed it between my
legs, murmuring "Mmmm" as he touched me.
"Did Peggy say it was ok?" he asked as I grasped his
penis and started pumping it.
"Trust me, I'm ready," I said, feeling his erection
grow.
I slid down on the couch to lie flat and pulled him on
top of me, relishing his weight and warmth. Opening my
legs, I guided his stiffness to my center and released
it, the tip just inside. Very, very slowly he entered
me, pausing every few moments with a look of concern on
his face. I urged him on with nods and grins, grabbing
his hips and pulling him closer.
"You're so tight!" he whispered. I knew he was only
halfway in and nodded, telling him "It's been so long,
I healed up."
He chuckled and pushed a little harder, sliding deeper.
Once he was fully seated I held him close, kissing him
passionately. The feeling of being filled again was
indescribable, causing me to cry with the joy of it.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked, rising on his elbows as
if to pull out.
"No, no, please don't move, I love you so much, that's
all," I replied.
Settling down again, I shifted my hips to get
comfortable and pushed my pelvis at him. He began slow
shallow strokes, gently filling me. My desire grew, the
heat building quickly, and I started thrusting against
him, urging him to a faster pace. Without warning my
canal quivered and shook, sending me over the edge to
orgasm, contracting and squeezing his cock. He held
still with it buried deep as I writhed under him, the
look on his face telling me he was coming.
"Shit, shit, shit!" he whimpered, his hips shaking as
my pussy milked him dry, getting very slippery.
The last of the spasms calmed and he slumped against
me, his head on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," he said softly.
"That's alright, it was wonderful," I replied, kissing
him once again and hugging him.
He had barely begun to soften when Ellie's voice said
"You two are hot!"
Startled, I raised my head and asked "Where did you
come from?"
"I heard you get out of bed and followed you," she
laughed, "you two make a lot of noise!"
"Sorry we woke you," Patrick mumbled against my arm.
"Oh, not to worry, I had fun!" Ellie exclaimed.
"You could have joined us," I said.
"Oh no, I wanted to watch," she said.
Kneeling on the floor next to the couch she kissed me,
the first one a bit hesitant and soft, the next with
more passion. Breaking away, she whispered "It's nice
to know you're available again."
"I am, I really am!" I said, tears flowing. Grabbing
her head I pressed her mouth to mine, moaning with
pleasure. I felt Patrick's cock stir, murmuring "Uh-
hunh!" and moving my hips to encourage him. He got the
message and started thrusting slowly again, making my
pussy tingle.
For the next hour I drifted between them, paying
attention to Patrick one second and Ellie the next,
absorbed in the ecstasy of loving. She sucked at my
nipple and kissed my neck, rubbing her clit and moaning
into my mouth when she kissed me. I reached a plateau
and stayed there, coming again and again as they played
with me. Toward the end I felt Patrick come again,
grunting with release and pleasure, his body hot
against mine.
I guess I slept afterwards, because the next morning I
awoke in our bed, Ellie curled on her side next to me
and Patrick gone. There were small noises coming from
Rachel's crib and my tits were full again. I had an
urgent need to pee and rolled out of the bed, walking
over to the crib and looking down. Picking her up in
her soggy diaper, I tucked her to my chest and went to
the bathroom. She nursed as I peed, stripping her and
hugging her tiny body to me. Her very blue eyes (so
like her Daddy's!) were gazing at me as she sucked,
warming my heart with the love I felt for her.
I filled the tub partway with lukewarm water and
stepped in, switching her to the other side to finish
her breakfast. The warmth and closeness soothed her and
she closed her eyes, content with her world. Just then
Ellie walked in and sat on the pot, saying "Good
morning."
"Hi," I replied, swishing the water over my body.
I felt a hot gush of wetness cover my stomach and
exclaimed "She peed on me! did you see that?"
Ellie giggled and said "Yeah, that's good luck."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"The Chinese used to think having a baby pee on you was
good luck," she laughed.
"Hand me the shower head, will you?" I asked.
"They also thought it was pretty good stuff for
brushing their teeth," she said, handing me the nozzle.
"Ewww, yuck!" I exclaimed as Patrick walked in.
"Good morning ladies," he smiled, bending to kiss me
and Rachel. Turning to hug Ellie he said "Breakfast is
almost ready."
"I'm hungry!" I said, "will one of you take her while I
rinse and get out?"
Patrick took Rachel from me and cuddled her close, her
sleeping face like that of an angel.
"She needs a diaper," Patrick said, leaving the room.
Over breakfast Ellie recounted the tale of Rachel
peeing on me, getting laughter from Patrick at my
reaction.
She was in her carrier on the table sleeping soundly
and Patrick said "She can pee on her Daddy anytime she
wants."
Later on, I was nursing Rachel in the solarium when
Patrick joined me, sitting on the windowsill.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Like we're together again," I replied, "It's
wonderful."
"I was a little nervous for awhile," he said, looking
worried.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because it seemed as if you were preoccupied," he
replied.
"I'm sorry, but with the baby's feeding schedule and
trying to keep up everything, I guess I ignored you," I
said, "I wanted to be a good Mom."
"I know, I'm ok now, but I spent a lot of time with
Ellie," he said.
"Patrick, listen closely... I am NOT jealous, I can't
be and have the relationship with the two of you as we
know it. Jealousy has no place in our lives, do you
understand that?" I asked.
"Mmm-hmm, I guess I need a bit of reassurance, that's
all," he smiled.
"Good, little miss piggy has finished eating for the
time being, you can change her," I said, handing over
the sleeping form of our daughter and smiling at him.
I readjusted my bra and followed him to the nest where
he expertly changed her without waking her up, a feat I
had never managed to accomplish. On the way to the
kitchen, he put her carrier on the floor and wrapped me
in his arms, holding me and whispering "I love you" in
my ear.
Now that I could see my feet again, my interest in
physical activity blossomed once more. I surprised
Ellie in the shower more than once, and Patrick had to
put up with a sex-crazed woman about 3 nights a week.
We took turns spoiling Ellie, putting her between us
and giving her multiple orgasms. Our lives were back to
normal.
CHAPTER TEN: "Times Two"
Rachel was about 3 months old when sadness enveloped
the household. We were enjoying an after-dinner coffee
discussing a possible expansion of the house when the
phone rang and Patrick answered.
He said "Mm-hm" a couple of times and then "I'll be
there as soon as I can," and hung up.
With the saddest look on his face I'd ever seen, he
said "Dad died in his sleep last night." There were
hugs and tears and more than a few kisses, and he said
"I've got to get ready to go." Ellie went upstairs to
pack for him while he phoned for flight reservations. I
sat in the kitchen with Norma, unable to cope with my
sense of loss.
When Ellie returned from dropping him at the airport,
we snuggled deep under the covers and cried together,
our only comfort each other and the knowledge that it
had been quick and painless. One or the other of us
hovered by the phone continually, waiting for word of
Patrick's return. Four long days later he called,
giving us a time and flight number.
I picked them up alone, Ellie telling me she was afraid
to face her Mother, even in the company of others. A
hearse from the funeral home loaded Paul's silver
casket into the back and drove off, leaving the three
of us staring at each other on the sidewalk, unsure of
what to do next. Patrick insisted Edna come with us
instead of staying in a hotel, and she finally relented
and got in the wagon.
The silence was overpowering driving home, the tension
in the air almost visible. I wondered how Edna would
react to seeing Ellie pregnant, how she would treat
Rachel, and above all what she would say to Ellie now
that Paul was gone.
Norma opened the door for us, whispering "Ellie is in
her room" to me as we walked in. Edna was put in a
guest room in the west wing, far away from the noise of
the household. She didn't come out for dinner,
preferring to have a tray in her room. We comforted
Patrick the best we could that night, loving on him and
providing a little release for his emotions.
We were dressed and ready to leave for the funeral the
next morning when Edna came into the kitchen, dressed
in black with a pearl necklace around her throat. I
knew Ellie hadn't slept well, and as the two met each
other's gaze, there was a faint smile from Edna.
"When we get back we'll talk, ok?" she asked Ellie,
getting a relieved smile and a nod. We drove the 50
miles to the cemetery without much conversation. Rachel
was quiet, either sleeping or nursing, Ellie and Edna
sitting motionless staring out the windows, each
absorbed in their own thoughts.
***
The lowering of the casket into the ground affected
Patrick the worst, his sobs heard over the words of the
service. My eyes filled with tears, I hadn't known Paul
all that long, but he had treated me with respect and
dignity. Edna stood through it all, her eyes dry and
her demeanor stiff, resigned to the fate of burying her
husband, and for a moment I thought of what my feelings
would be when the time came to bury Patrick. Ellie
stood next to her Mother with her arm around her,
crying quietly.
Afterwards the Pastor took Edna aside for a minute, and
I could see her nodding agreement. In the wagon Ellie
and I sat in the back with Rachel between us, giving
Edna the front seat. I changed Rachel and started to
feed her while we drove, cradling her in my arms. Once
again there was little conversation, Edna staring out
the windshield. My thoughts were on Patrick and the
ultimate effect his Father's death would have on him.
Arriving home we found Norma had prepared a meal,
insisting we eat. Surprisingly, Edna agreed and we dug
in, sitting quietly around the table. As we sipped
coffee afterwards, Edna cleared her throat and said "I
had a long time to get used to the idea of Paul's
passing. I don't want any of you to think I'm an
unfeeling person, I'm not, but I buried him in my mind
about 6 or 8 months ago."
Patrick shrugged and said "Me too, but the finality of
it is overwhelming."
"Which leaves us with decisions to make," Edna
declared. "I want you to take over the firm tomorrow,
I've called the manager in New York, he'll be here with
papers for you to sign as soon as he can get on a
plane."
Patrick nodded and she said "Besides that, I want you
to know I've missed you all terribly, but while Paul
was alive I couldn't go against his wishes."
"What do you mean?" Ellie asked.
"Paul thought what you three are involved in was wrong,
not wrong enough to warrant trying to stop you, but he
disapproved. He used to tell me that given time, your
relationship would fall apart on it's own," she said.
"He was wrong!" Ellie exclaimed, "we love each other
more than ever!"
"I know that, I can see it with my own eyes, and I've
known about you ever since you were 6 or 7 years old,"
Edna smiled, "a Mother knows her child."
"And you approve?" Ellie asked, the surprise showing on
her face.
"Not approve exactly, let's just say I accept you three
the way you are," she said.
"Then you'll be here when my baby's born?" Ellie asked.
"I'd like that very much, if you'll have me," she
replied.
"Oooh, Mooommmmm!" Ellie cried, running around the
table to hug her. Pat and I smiled at each other as
they started chattering away, catching up on all that
Edna had missed.
Later that night as we showered, Ellie squealed in
surprise and grabbed her stomach, a breathy "Ooooo!"
coming from her mouth.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It moved, the baby moved!" she exclaimed, "that's the
first time I've felt it move!", hugging me tight. I
thought "one life ends, another begins", and hugged her
back.
***
In the days that followed, the weather got warmer and
the closeness that Ellie had missed returned, the four
of us sharing meals and conversation every day. Edna
took to Rachel warmly, changing her and playing with
her every moment she could, seeming to delight in the
accomplishments of a rapidly growing baby. We also
decided (over her objections) that she would become a
permanent part of the household, and didn't need to
look for somewhere to live.
In May we uncovered the pool and started to get it
ready for summer, moving the lounges and chairs from
storage to the deck. Norma took over the shopping and
cooking as Ellie's time came nearer, with me providing
the occasional lunch or dinner. More than once I was
shooed out of the kitchen and told "Go play with
Rachel!" Ellie and I decided against putting in a
garden, thinking we'd be too busy with babies to keep
up with the weeds.
Peggy confirmed Ellie's suspicions at one of her
checkups, telling her there were two fetuses.
"Can't tell if it's a boy and a girl or not, one
heartbeat is faster than the other, but you never
know," Peggy said.
Ellie and I began getting dressed for the day in
shorts, barefoot and without shirts, looking forward to
the day when we could eliminate all clothing. Edna
blushed a few times when she saw us, shaking her head
in resignation and smiling. Norma acted like she
usually did, going about her business without a word.
In late May we got a call from Millie, asking to come
spend the summer with us. Uncle Jessie had found work
someplace in Kansas and she didn't want to go. Toward
the end of the phone call, she asked "Is it ok if I
bring a friend?"
"Gwen?" I asked.
"Mm-hmm," she replied. I gave my permission after
checking with Pat and Ellie, getting their ok.
A couple of weeks later I drove to the airport to meet
the plane, waiting at the baggage carousel for their
arrival. They came out of the concourse laughing and
giggling, their arms around each other. As Millie
introduced Gwen to me, I thought they might be lovers
already, the shy look on Gwen's face hoping for my
approval. They looked alike in a lot of ways, tall and
slender without too much padding. The coltish look was
gradually being supplanted by a more womanly shape,
softly feminine and pretty. Gwen was blond, her long
hair reaching almost to her waist, with light blue eyes
and a nice smile. If this was going to be Millie's
first sexual partner, she had chosen well.
On the way home they sat in the back, Millie pointing
out various things as we passed. I looked in the rear-
view once and caught them sharing a lover's kiss,
tongues deep in the other's mouth. I smelled something
like tangy sweat too, realizing it was their arousal. I
stopped at the mail box and shut off the engine,
turning in the seat to look at them.
Bright eyed and flushed, they grinned back at me as I
asked "Judging by the kiss I saw in the rear view, you
two are intimate with each other, right?"
"Mmm-hmm," Millie blushed as Gwen nodded, her gaze
holding mine.
"Do your parents know?" I asked, directing my question
at Gwen.
"My mom knows everything, she's happy for me," Gwen
replied.
"That's good... Millie, what about you?" I asked.
"She knows Gwen is with me, I think she knows what
we're doing," she replied.
"Ok then, things have changed a little since you were
here at Christmas, there's other people in the house
besides us," I said. They nodded and I continued
"Ellie's Mom is here, and Norma works for us...We're
usually nude around the house and pool, but we keep our
private moments private, you know what I mean?"
They nodded excitedly and I asked "Plus, we have
visitors occasionally, our friends from the area. Are
you two prepared for other people to see you
undressed?"
"I'm ready!" Millie cried, grabbing Gwen's arm.
Blushing a little, Gwen stammered "I --I think so, Mom
said to be open-minded," lowering her head.
I patted her knee and said "That's ok, you wear a suit
if you want, but you're not going to be embarrassed if
other people don't, are you?"
"Mom and I go skinny-dipping sometimes!" she said,
blushing at the thought.
"Alright then, what happens in your room is nobody's
business, but I don't want you groping each other where
others can see you, understood?" I said. They both
nodded agreement as I started the wagon and aimed
toward the house.
I could hear whispers of "it'll be ok, don't worry,"
and "I'm sorry," as we proceeded to the house, Gwen
strangely silent. After I parked and the girls got out,
I pulled Millie aside and said "You know where your
room is, why don't you two go there and get unpacked in
while I talk to Pat and Ellie?" I asked, patting her
shoulder.
Millie agreed, grabbing her bag and dragging Gwen by
the elbow inside the house. The pair met Ellie and
Norma in the kitchen, Ellie only in shorts, her belly
hanging out as she stood by the stove. Gwen stared
until Millie pulled her away toward their room.
The three of us discussed the situation for a few
minutes and Norma said "All of them are body shy at
that age, don't worry, it'll work out."
"I hope so," I replied, going to find Pat and tell him
of our problem.
Pat was of the opinion there was nothing we could do
now except wait and see, and I had to agree. Either she
would accept things as they were even if she didn't
participate or be on the next flight home, along with
the closed-mouthed Millie.
***
I was hot and tired, so I stripped off my clothes and
picked up Rachel, going to feed her by the pool. Ellie
joined me, applying some oil to both of us as Rachel
nursed.
Gwen and Millie stepped out of the house and walked to
the pool, both dressed in suits. Gwen's was white and
showed off her beginning tan, Millie's was more
revealing with its high cut and skimpy back. Both of
the girls splashed around in the shallow end, glancing
around to see who was paying attention to them. Seeing
no one was, they relaxed a little and enjoyed the
water. A few minutes later Millie's suit sailed out of
the pool, landing with a wet plop near me. Gwen's
followed, her pink blush visible even at a distance.
Rachel was finished and I stepped into the pool at the
shallow end, intending to give her a swimming lesson.
As I played and splashed with her, the girls surrounded
me, laughing and giggling.
"She's cute!" Gwen said, brushing Rachel's hair. Gwen's
tennis ball-sized breasts rode high on her chest, the
pink nipples crinkled with the cold.
Her slit was nothing more than a crease in her skin,
surrounded by light blond hairs like the ones on her
head.
Millie's breasts were slightly bigger with dark brown
aureoles and nipples, her vagina obscured by plentiful
dark hair, the legacy of her genes.
"That lady is pregnant," Gwen announced, waving her
hand in Ellie's direction.
"That lady is Ellie and yes she is, about 8 months
worth," I smiled at her.
"Does she live here too?" Gwen asked.
"Why don't you go over and talk to her, I think she'd
welcome the company," I said.
"Can we?" Gwen asked.
"Sure, honey," I replied.
It was obvious that Millie had said absolutely nothing
about my relationship with Patrick and Ellie, making me
angry and disappointed with her. Realizing that Millie
and I would have to have a serious talk later, I
watched as the girls left the water and gathered around
Ellie. Rachel nodded out with her full tummy, so I went
into the house and put a diaper on her, placing her in
her carrier.
After supper, I told Millie "You better tell Gwen
everything tonight or I will, is that clear?"
Millie nodded, and we spent the evening in the den
watching TV and eating popcorn. The three of us
showered and got ready for bed around 11 and I walked
to the girl's room about midnight, lightly tapping on
the door.
"Come in!" they chorused.
They were dressed in T-shirts without underwear, Gwen's
blond peach fuzz between her legs plainly visible. They
looked flushed and happy, as if they'd been doing
something I was contemplating for later.
"I told her," Millie said, leaning against the
headboard.
"Everything?" I asked.
"Everything," she replied.
"You still want to stay?" I asked Gwen.
"Yes, if I can," she replied.
"So what do you think of our arrangement?" I asked.
"It's different!" she giggled, blushing pink.
"Can you handle it?" I inquired.
"I think so," she said.
"Then welcome to the house," I said, giving her a hug
around her shoulder.
"Thanks," she replied, looking relieved.
I fed Rachel once again and put her in her crib in the
nest, walking into our bedroom to find Ellie on her
knees, Patrick slowly pumping his cock in and out of
her.
Ellie said "I couldn't wait," giggling as I joined them
on the bed.
"No problem," I laughed as I slid between her legs and
started sucking her clit. My fingers were busy between
my own legs as he continued to thrust in and out, her
juices flowing into my mouth. She quivered and sighed
with a small one, then raised herself up and away,
rolling onto her side.
"I don't have any energy," she sighed, stroking her
stomach with one hand.
"That's understandable, you're VERY pregnant," I
giggled, pumping Pat's erection.
"Can I just watch tonight?" she asked, putting her arm
under her head.
"Sure," Pat smiled, "unless you want to go to sleep,
we'll move to the other room."
"No, here's ok," she said, leaning back.
I unfastened my bra and let my breasts hang free,
massaging the creases away. Straddling him, I kissed
him once and asked "Hold them so they don't bounce too
much?" He nodded and I slid down onto his erection,
placing the tip of his cock inside me. I made sure he
was aimed straight and sat down, engulfing his entire
length.
"Mmmmmmmm," he murmured, leaning to suck at a drippy
nipple.
"It's going to be a little messy tonight, isn't it?" he
grinned, and I nodded as I started humping him slowly,
from tip to scrotum and back, deep with every stroke. I
teased myself, going quickly with shallow strokes until
I was right at the edge, then slacking off to slower,
deeper thrusts, feeling the intensity build.
Four or five times of that and my body decided it had
been teased enough and I was unable to slow in time to
prevent my orgasm. It started behind my pubic bone, a
heat that spread faster the harder I pumped. I pounded
my clit on his pubes, panting with it and cramping up,
unwilling to slow the pace. His hardness fueled the
fire, remaining rigid for me as I concentrated on
feeling him, the veins in his cock, his hands on my
breasts, his fur against my clit, my feet against his
thigh, our joining total. I came to and felt him
rubbing my back, and realized I was slumped on top of
him, my boobs squashed flat against his chest.
"I love the look on your face when you come," he said
softly, smiling at me. I raised myself on my elbows to
relieve some of the pressure and asked "What?"
"Your eyes are screwed shut, your mouth hangs open, you
gasp and pant like you can't breathe, and your pussy
clamps me like a vise," he said, "you're so intense
with it sometimes I'm afraid I'm hurting you."
I kissed him and said "It's always like that, whether
it's with you or Ellie, it's the way you make me feel."
"I love you," he said, burying his face between my
breasts.
I rolled away and he fell out of me, slick with come
and my wetness.
"Shower?" I asked, noticing Ellie was fast asleep. He
nodded and we walked to the bathroom hand in hand. It
was quick, the time late and the need for sleep made us
hurry. Nevertheless, I enjoyed his hands washing me,
caring and gentle.
***
The next morning he was gone and I was cuddled against
Ellie's back with one hand on her swollen tummy. She
grunted and woke up, stretching and yawning.
"What'd I miss last night?" she asked as she got out of
bed.
"Oh, nothing much, the orgasm of the century, that's
all," I grinned at her.
"I'm sorry I fell asleep, I don't feel very sexual
right now," she said.
"I didn't either, don't worry, it'll be ok," I said.
She nodded and went to pee, me right behind with
intentions of another shower, I'd started my day with a
gooey mess between my legs.
Over breakfast, Ellie pushed her food around on her
plate and grimaced a couple of times, causing Edna to
ask "What's wrong, hon?"
"I dunno," she replied, "I feel funny."
"Funny like everything is tightening up inside?" I
asked.
"Uh-huh," she replied, biting her lip.
"Patrick, call Peggy and ask her to come out right
away. Then get Ellie into the nest as soon as you can,
I'll be up as soon as Rachel finishes eating," I said.
"Why?" he asked, the look on his face telling me he was
mildly confused.
"Babies, dear, babies," I replied, smiling as I shifted
Rachel over to my other breast.
"Babies don't come at 9:30 in the morning, Cassie!" he
exclaimed.
"These do, come on now, go call Peggy, hmm?"
Ellie stood up and wavered on her feet, a white pasty
look coming over her face as she said "Oooohh, shit!" I
heard the sound of liquid splashing on the floor and
said "She needs to go upstairs."
"I'm sorry," Ellie wailed as she walked between us,
each holding an arm and struggling to keep her upright.
I yelled at the pool for the girls to come in, and
seconds later they arrived at the door, breathless and
wet. I told Millie "Watch Rachel, she's almost
asleep...as soon as we get Ellie upstairs, bring her up
and put her in her crib, ok?" Millie nodded wide-eyed,
staring at Ellie.
Ten minutes later Ellie was in bed with her knees up,
Norma was downstairs cleaning the kitchen floor, and
the two girls were hovering in the doorway. Pat was
sitting on one side and me on the other, and Ellie
asked "Why don't I feel any contractions? Aren't there
supposed to be contractions?"
"I don't know," I said, "but trust me, they'll come."
Edna said "Be patient, honey."
We sat quietly for a couple of minutes watching her
stomach as it bulged slowly here and there, making
strange shapes, Ellie's quiet moans the only sound. She
squeezed my hand tightly and said "You remember your
promise?"
"Yes I do," I replied, "but there's nothing to worry
about, Peggy is on her way."
"It's too early, way too early," she said, her forehead
wet and sweaty.
"Sssshhh, it'll be ok, we're here," I said, wondering
what the hell was taking Peggy so long.
The first of the milder cramps hit her, then a full
blown contraction made her scream, the volume of it
hurting my ears.
"Girls, go down and watch for Peggy, ok?" I said,
wanting them out of the room. Three screams later
Millie stuck her head in the door and said "Peggy's
here!"
Striding briskly into the room, Peggy said "The cavalry
is here," setting down her bag. She checked Ellie's
pulse and blood pressure, then said "It's 3 weeks
early, but you should be ok." She smiled at me and
patted my hand, definite reassurance.
"I want my babies born at home," Ellie wailed.
"They will be, just relax, will ya?" Peggy said,
kneeling between her legs.
For the next several hours, Edna and I took turns
holding her hand and wiping her face as she blew and
panted with each contraction. They got closer and
closer together, and around 7 o'clock in the evening
Peggy said "Patrick, take the girls down to the den, we
don't need an audience....please?"
Pat ushered the disappointed girls downstairs and Peggy
said "Ok, Ellie, we're getting real close, I want you
to push, ok?"
"I aammmm!" Ellie grunted.
"Cassie, with the next one put a little pressure on the
top of her stomach, will you?" Peggy asked.
I nodded and waited for the next one, my hands poised
above her belly.
It hit and I pressed down as instructed, feeling a baby
under my fingertips. Ellie screamed once, a loud
guttural cry of agony, then took a deep breath and did
it again.
"Good, we've got one!....it's a girl!" Peggy exclaimed
as Ellie's moans tapered off.
I heard a choking sound, then a cough or two and a weak
cry, and the first of the twins was placed on Ellie's
stomach.
"Here you go, Mom," Peggy said. Ellie raised her head
and peered at the tiny wrinkled body, holding her
tight.
"She's beautiful!" Edna exclaimed.
Four minutes later the second one arrived, another
girl, and Peggy busied herself with checking and
cleaning them. Ellie was strangely quiet as Edna gave
her a sponge bath and changed her gown, watching
intently as the two babies squirmed on the bed. I
brushed her hair, and she closed her eyes.
"Phoebe and Olivia," she said softly, her hands
exploring her belly.
"What?" I asked, leaning closer.
"Their names, Phoebe and Olivia," Ellie said again,
slowly and clearly.
"Ok," I said, smoothing her cheek with my palm. Patrick
walked to the bed and kissed her, saying "Good job,
kiddo," getting a small smile in return before she fell
asleep.
***
An hour later the twins were cleaned and diapered,
sleeping peacefully on their tummies.
"We really ought to take her and them into the hospital
for a day or so, she's exhausted and they are pretty
small, I think under five pounds," Peggy told Patrick.
"Whatever you think is best for them," Patrick replied.
Peggy called an ambulance from the local fire district
and told them it wasn't an emergency, but she needed to
take three people to the hospital. They arrived in less
than 20 minutes, lights flashing and siren wailing as
they entered our driveway. Ellie protested weakly while
they were loading her in the ambulance, and Peggy said
"Ssshh, it's just for a day or two."
A day or two turned out to be three, the twins were a
few ounces shy of five pounds and the doctor in charge
of the OB-GYN unit didn't want them to leave. Ellie's
temper flared and she threatened to walk out, but in
the end she was allowed to take them home with the
stipulation that she and they receive home visits daily
until they weighed at least five pounds.
At home she tried to nurse them both, but it was too
awkward. Settling for one at a time, that doubled the
time required for them to eat, and her to get less
sleep. I offered my services as a wet nurse, and Ellie
said "You'd do that?"
"Sure, why not, I'm thinking of weaning Rachel anyway,
I think she's starting to get teeth!" I giggled.
That night I took Phoebe and she took Olivia, and in
about 30 minutes both were sleeping soundly. The next
feeding went well too, and in the morning we decided to
switch babies. Olivia howled in protest, even when I
dabbed some of Ellie's milk on my breast. She'd start
to suck, and when she found out it wasn't her mommy,
all hell would break loose. Phoebe on the other hand
was a delight to feed, and she didn't chew on my
nipples like Rachel.
With the extra nipples and milk to go around, the
babies grew quickly, getting over five pounds in just
under two weeks. Peggy and a nurse visited every day
and checked Ellie's vital signs, making sure she was
eating and drinking enough. The twins' belly buttons
healed up and they started reacting to sound and light,
turning their little heads almost in unison. Patrick
was proud papa of course, and changed them whenever he
could, talking to them. He didn't ignore Rachel either,
giving her a bath each night while I fed Phoebe.
One evening when all the babies were finally asleep, we
gathered in the den with some drinks and snacks to get
to know one another again. The last 3 weeks had been
hectic and busy, with Edna and Norma carrying a lot of
the load.
Gwen and Millie sat on a couch together, Ellie took a
chair, I flopped on the other couch and Patrick was
sprawled on the floor.
"Where's Edna?" Pat asked.
"She's coming with more popcorn," Gwen said.
Edna walked in carrying two big bowls and distributed
them around the room, sitting on the couch next to me.
We were about to start when Norma tapped on the door
frame and said "Dr. Peggy's here, she says she needs to
talk to you if you're not busy," looking at Patrick.
"Bring her up and come back yourself, you're part of
the household," Pat replied.
A couple of minutes later Peggy walked in followed by
Norma, and they took a seat. I couldn't read her
expressions very well, but it looked to me like she was
mad as hell.
"Can I talk to you in private, Patrick?" Peggy asked
before Pat could open his mouth.
He looked at her briefly and said "Whatever you have to
say, I'm going to have to tell these folks anyway,"
waving his hands around the room, "so you might as well
say it and be done, it'll save a lot of explaining
later."
Peggy chewed her lip for a moment and said "I'm mad, I
feel helpless, and I need some advice."
"About what, something financial?," Edna asked.
"That and something personal," Peggy said, lowering her
head.
"Tell me," Pat said, walking to her and putting his arm
around her.
"Well, the bastard who holds the lease on my building
had decided he wants to make it a parking lot and he's
given me 3 months to find another place," she said
bitterly.
"No problem," Pat said, "we'll find you another one
anywhere you want."
"That's not it, my patients, some of them are older and
they don't travel well, some don't speak English, and
they'd never be able to find me again," she said.
"There's nothing within walking distance of where you
are now?" Pat asked.
"Nothing, I've talked to every realtor in the city,
I've even gone begging and it hasn't helped," she said.
"How about relocating out here, near us?" he asked,
"I'm sure we can convert one of the old buildings in
Becker or Danville to something you could use."
"Same thing, my patients, most don't own a car, I'd
lose them all," she sniffled.
"So we start a twice a week shuttle bus to bring them
to you," Pat said, "Art can drive the damn thing or we
can hire somebody."
"God Patrick, I can't ask you to do that! You're
talking real money, money I don't have," she cried.
I smiled as Patrick quietly told her "Peggy, after what
you have done for me, I'd buy you the moon if it was up
for sale."
She giggled and said "That's nice, but what I need is
an empty building, a couple of thousand square feet,
and help getting my equipment moved."
Serious, Pat said "Done deal, I'll ask around in the
morning with some of the locals, you arrange to have
the stuff moved when we find it....and no, I don't want
you trying to move it yourself, hire somebody and tell
them to send me a bill."
"Oh Pat you're a lifesaver!" she cried, hugging him.
"As far as the bus, I'm sure we can find something to
rent or buy," he said, "and I'm sure we can get
qualified drivers that are looking to make an extra
buck now and then," he smiled.
"Patrick, you don't know what this means to me," she
said.
"Peggy, what's the use of having all our money if we
can't use it to help a friend, especially someone who's
been there for us?" Patrick said softly. Peggy broke
down and sobbed, wiping her eyes with her hanky for a
minute, then asked "Can I use the bathroom?"
Ellie giggled and pointed toward the door, which
started a general round of relieved laughter as Peggy
walked away.
After she left, Pat said "One down, one to go."
Edna sensed the conversation was about to get very
adult, and said "Ok, girls, time for bed," looking at
the two teens on the couch.
"Do we have to?" Millie whined.
"Do as Gramma says, Millie, please, this is NOT the
time to be stubborn!" I said firmly.
"I need to go too, Art's probly waitin' up for me, you
need anything else?" Norma asked.
"No, not tonight Norma, and take the next few days too,
we can cope with whatever we need," Pat smiled.
Edna took the girls in the general direction of their
bedroom as Norma left, and the three of us sat closely
on the couch.
"What do you think it is?" Ellie asked.
"I guess we'll wait and see," Patrick replied.
Peggy walked back into the den straightening her skirt
as Patrick opened the bar and poured himself a stiff
drink.
"Can I have one of those?" she asked, sitting between
Ellie and me.
"Sure, what do you want?" Pat replied," we've got a
little of everything."
"Scotch straight," she replied. Pat poured a large
glass half full and handed it to her, saying "Mud in
your eye."
She giggled and sipped, licking her lips and telling us
"Mmmm, hits the spot."
Pat let her relish the booze for a minute before he
asked "What's the personal thing you wanted to talk
about?"
Looking around, she lowered her voice and said "I'm
alone now, Ann left me."
"Aw shit!" Ellie exclaimed, "what the fuck, is she
crazy?"
I looked from one to the other in confusion until Ellie
caught my eye and said "Ann the nurse, the one that
helped with Rachel, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," I nodded remembering a pretty dark-haired
woman who'd been in the room.
"She says she never gets to see me anymore, I'm always
too tired or stressed to make love, and she's tired of
having to make do on pennies," Peggy said, slumping
back against the cushions.
"What can we do to help?" Ellie asked.
"Nothing, I guess, I just needed to tell somebody," she
sighed.
A look passed between Pat and Ellie, then they both
looked at me, a small smirk on their faces. I nodded,
and Pat said "Sounds to me like you need another drink,
then the hot tub."
"No more booze, I'll get sick," Peggy said as she stood
up.
"Come on," Pat said, and took her arm, nudging her in
the direction of the tub. He pulled off the cover and
started the jets asking "Girls, you want to do the
honors, or shall I?"
"We'll do it, you get in and hush," Ellie giggled.
Peggy looked around as clothing began hitting the floor
and asked "Do you have a suit for me?"
"No suits," Pat intoned, waving his forefinger. I
caught a glimpse of his cute butt as he stepped in the
tub, watching as Peggy turned bright red.
"What's the matter, never seen a naked man before?"
Ellie teased.
"No, I mean yes, but..." Peggy stuttered.
"Off with 'em," I said, pulling at her jacket. I hung
the jacket and Ellie said "Kick off your shoes."
"Now the skirt and blouse," Ellie said.
She wore pantyhose and I pulled them down, telling her
"Lift your feet."
She did, then pulled her panties down and off before
either of us could grab them. Ellie unsnapped her bra
and whipped it away, saying "Ta-da!, a naked woman!"
Pat clapped, and Peggy got redder, turning her back to
the tub.
"I'm beginning to think this wasn't such a good idea,"
she said, and Ellie pulled her into the shower.
"You get her hair, I'll wash the bod," Ellie said, so I
poured some shampoo on her head and started washing her
hair. Ellie was busy with the sponge, scrubbing
coconut-smelling soap on her from head to foot.
"There's cream in that jar for your makeup," Ellie
said, and Peggy scrubbed her face, making bubbly noises
under the spray. I washed quickly and rinsed, then
helped Ellie finish up as Peggy watched. I shut off the
showerheads and stepped out to shake myself and grab a
comb for my hair. I helped Peggy out, and she stood
there shaking while Ellie moved behind her, toweling
her hair.
"God that feels good!" Peggy exclaimed, leaning her
head back.
"What you need is a little personal service," I said as
I stepped into the tub and held out my hand to her.
An older woman who had never had kids of her own, she
was beautiful in her own way. Her hips were full and
round, the butt cheeks firm and high. She had very
small pointy breasts with a slight sag, the rose-
colored nipples hard and tight. I liked her legs,
strong-looking and muscular, her feet callused from the
long hours standing or walking.
We all sat down and relaxed, letting the water and the
heat do it's job. Pat sipped from his drink
occasionally, and Ellie and I shared a coke. Fifteen
minutes later Ellie stood up and said "Pat, turn off
the bubbles." He reached and turned a lever, and the
room got quiet.
Sensing what Ellie was about to do, I said "Let's go in
the bedroom." Peggy looked tense for a moment, then
Ellie put her arm around her waist and said "Come on,
you need a back rub."
We dried off and headed for the bedroom, ours was the
best for massage of any kind. Ellie had Peggy lay down
and started smoothing oil on her body, telling her
"Close your eyes, relax, just feel the touch." I rubbed
her feet and massaged her toes, working the kinks out
of them and cracking her knuckles. Patrick worked her
neck and shoulders, getting appreciative mumbles. Ellie
rolled her over and did her front, massaging her tiny
nipples to hardness. Pat finished with her legs,
working the muscles once again to loosen them. Ellie
leaned over and planted a wet kiss on her butt,
smacking her lips.
"I've wanted to do that ever since I was 14," she
grinned.
Pat got us all another drink, and Peggy sat up, looking
dazed.
"I need another shower," Ellie said, and left the room.
Pat and I sat with her for a moment, holding her hands.
Pat asked "How do you feel?"
"Groggy, weak, relaxed, happy, you name it," she
smiled.
Ellie came back toweling her hair and said "You'll stay
with us tonight, right?"
"I can't, I've got to be going," she said, scooting her
hips toward the edge of the bed.
"You're in no shape to drive, the roads out here are
awful dark this time of night," Patrick said.
"I can't steal somebody's bed, and I don't feel like
sleeping with anyone right now," Peggy said.
"You can have mine, it's about time to feed babies and
my tits are getting full," Ellie laughed.
"There's 2 other empty bedrooms," Pat said gently,
"Come on, I'll show you one." Peggy smiled and said
"Thanks," getting off the bed to follow Patrick.
As they left, Ellie said "She's beautiful, isn't she?"
"Yeah, she is," I nodded.
Ellie said, "come on, let's go feed babies before they
wake up the house."
***
Rachel was the only one awake, cooing and gurgling in
her crib. All three were wet, and we changed diapers
before sitting in the rockers to nurse. Rachel nursed
for a few minutes and fell back asleep, allowing me to
feed Phoebe while Ellie did Olivia. As we walked back
to the bedroom, Ellie said "This one is still pretty
full, I better go pump it," turning for the stairs.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bedroom,
pushing her down on the bed.
"Let me," I said, stroking her nipple with my finger.
She smiled and pulled my head close, saying "Thank
you," and closed her eyes.
I sucked softly, feeling the milk start to flow, and
began to swallow. Ellie's nipples were smaller than
mine but no less sensitive. The milk was sweet and
warm, and I rubbed my clit with my finger, getting a
shivery little orgasm. This was the woman I loved, in
our bed with me, letting me empty her breasts, a kind
of intimacy few people share. After, we cuddled and
kissed, then fell asleep with the door open, wondering
where Patrick had gone.
Ellie and I woke up together, sharing a kiss and a hug
before wandering to the bathroom. We got the babies and
fed them, changing their diapers and dressing them for
the pool.
I walked down the hall with Rachel in her sling close
to my chest, looking for Patrick. I heard a heavy thump
as I passed the girls' room, and tapped on the door,
asking "Are you alright in there?"
"Yeah, we're ok, come on in," I heard, along with sharp
giggles. I opened the door and peeked in, finding them
on the floor wrestling with each other. Nude and
sweaty, they both looked at me and grinned, telling me
"We were playing Twister!"
I saw the game cloth spread beneath them, rumpled and
folded with their exertions, and smiled.
"It's fun to play naked, isn't it?" I asked.
"Oh yeah!" they chorused, grappling with one another
again.
Leaving them to their fun, I continued to walk the hall
and look for Patrick. I found him in one of the guest
rooms, asleep on his back with Peggy cuddled up to him.
One arm was above his head and the other by his side as
usual and Peggy had her head on his chest with one arm
draped over his middle. Her right leg was over his, her
lower belly pressed against his hip. I stood there for
a moment watching them sleep, smiling inside.
I walked to the bed and stroked Pat's chest, waking
him. I held my finger to my lips and said "Sshh, she's
still asleep." He nodded and slowly got out of bed,
giving me and Rachel a hug.
"I'm going down to the pool with Rachel, Ellie is
coming later with the twins, you want to bring her down
when she's ready?" I whispered.
He nodded and walked to the bathroom as I left. I
didn't blame Patrick for staying with Peggy, she was
hurting inside. The multiple chaos in her life was
disturbing her normal way of life, possibly making her
doubt herself. I knew about that, and was happy that
he'd been there for her.
I went to the pool and sat on my lounger, putting
sunscreen on Rachel and laying her in the shade of the
umbrella. Ellie walked up and did the same with the
twins, and we sat and relaxed, enjoying the warm
morning sun.
Patrick joined us, bringing a tray with coffee and
cups, telling us "Good morning!"
"Hi yourself, how'd it go last night?" Ellie asked.
"I think she'll be ok, we talked for awhile and she
feels better," Pat replied.
"Is she coming down?" Ellie wanted to know.
"Yeah, I found her one of your suits," he grinned.
We sat and chatted for a few minutes and the girls
arrived, running out the door naked and splashing into
the pool, squealing and yelling. Patrick dove in as
well, upending Millie and dunking her. Ellie and I
watched as he would grab one and then the other,
letting them stand on his shoulders and dive or dunking
them.
"He's gonna be a great Daddy," Ellie mused.
"Already is," I smiled back.
Peggy came out of the house and joined us, coffee in
her hand, one of Ellie's old suits barely covering her
body. She sat near Ellie and said "Well, I had a first
last night."
"Was he any good?" Ellie giggled.
Peggy blushed and said "Last night is the first time I
ever slept with a man," she said.
"Well, was he?" Ellie asked again.
"We didn't do anything, he just held me.....he's so
gentle," she sighed.
"Pat's good at that," I said.
"You two aren't mad or anything, are you?" she asked us
with a serious look.
"Hell no!" Ellie exclaimed, "we don't mind, do we?",
looking at me.
"No, we were busy anyway," I smiled, making Peggy blush
again.
I asked Ellie to watch Rachel and got in the pool for a
few laps, I wanted to get rid of the rest of my baby
fat and get some exercise. When I returned, Peggy was
nude, her borrowed suit at her feet.
"Your turn," I said to Ellie, and watched the two of
them walk to the edge and get in. They swam back and
forth, their heads close, stopping to talk quietly at
the shallow end. Patrick and the teens were in the deep
end playing some kind of game with a ball, shouting
back and forth. All three babies were asleep in the
shade of the umbrella, and I laid back to doze. An hour
later I came awake with a start, some one was dripping
water on me and laughing "Hey, sleepyhead, let's eat
lunch!"
I put Rachel in her sling and went inside, followed by
everybody yelling "We're hungry!"
We raided the refrigerator and found enough makings for
sandwiches, the girls getting the chips and drinks
while Ellie scooped salad into a large bowl. Lunch was
noisy and fun, with cupcakes for dessert.
The girls disappeared upstairs, to make love or play
some more Twister, leaving the four of us at the table.
I fed Phoebe as Ellie nursed Olivia, Rachel wiggling on
the floor.
"Can I ask a couple of Doctor type questions?" Peggy
said.
After receiving a nod from both of us, she continued
"Do either of you plan on becoming pregnant again right
away?"
I shook my head no and Ellie said "Not for awhile."
"Well then, it's time to think about some birth
control," she smiled.
"I thought nursing prevented pregnancy," I said.
"As long as you nurse you won't have periods, but when
she starts to take solid food and you start to wean
her, you might ovulate without knowing it," she said.
"How long does that take?" I asked.
"Anywhere from 6 to 18 months, depends," she said.
"Sounds ok to me," I said, "I'll use a diaphragm if I
have to."
"And you," she said looking at Ellie," need to be
careful too."
"Patrick and I haven't been together since the babies
were born, I'm still a little sore," Ellie replied.
"That's good, as fertile as you are it wouldn't
surprise me to see you with twins again," she said.
"Yikes!" Ellie laughed.
"Tell you what, I'll get my bag and check you over,
then we'll talk about some things," Peggy said.
Ellie and Peggy went to the nest, leaving the twins
behind. Patrick came up behind me and kissed my neck,
fondling my breasts, weighing them in his hands.
"I'm gonna miss these," he joked, pinching the nipple
of one.
"Not me!" I declared, "the next one YOU get to nurse."
"Be glad to," he smiled at me.
Peggy and Ellie returned to the kitchen, giggling and
laughing at some private joke, and sat back down.
"What's so funny?" Patrick asked.
"That's the first time I've examined somebody while I
was naked," she laughed, sipping from her cup.
"Tell him about the sex," Ellie grinned.
"Ok, Patrick, you two can resume physical activity in
about 10 days or so, provided you're gentle and don't
go too deep," she said.
"Ok," Patrick nodded.
"By rights I ought to lock the horny little demon in a
room somewhere for a month, but I doubt that would
work," Peggy laughed, "as long as you're slow and easy
for the next three or four weeks, she'll be ok....any
bleeding or discomfort, you call me, you hear?"
"Yes ma'am," Patrick said, taking Ellie's hand in his
and gripping it tightly.
"I ought to get back to town and start things rolling,
notifying patients and stuff," Peggy said getting up,
"and by the way, where are my clothes?"
"I'll go with you," Ellie said, grabbing Peggy's hand
and leading her away.
"I'll let you know when I find something," Patrick
called after them.
"Thank you!" Peggy said as she went up the stairs.
***
July went by slowly, each day full of activities and
chores for everyone.
About once a week I would take the girls to the mall in
Sedgwick, then spend the day chatting with my parents
and letting them see Rachel. We had missed the annual
fourth of July party at the house, but occasionally we
would all gather for a cookout on the deck in the
evening.
Nighttimes we'd all sit together in the den and watch
TV or talk as we nursed the babies, and it wouldn't
take long for Gwen or Millie to say they were tired and
going to bed. The girls went naked in the pool and were
soon tanned brown, but as expected they wore clothing
of some kind anywhere else. I was sure they were nude
in their room, but what happened and what they wore
behind their door was up to them. I managed to convince
myself that their mothers knew where they were and what
they were doing, and they had their parent's blessing.
Phoebe and Olivia were nicknamed PP and Oogy, Phoebe
because she had a bad habit of peeing in a fresh
diaper, and Oogy because of the terrible faces she
made, like when a fingertip of applesauce was put in
her mouth.
Rachel had her Daddy's eyes, incredibly dark blue, and
was starting to grow a head of hair that looked like
his. The twins on the other hand were still bald, but
Phoebe's eyes looked like Ellie's, a rich green with
golden flecks, and Olivia's were a pale blue.
About the first of August Ellie spoke with me in the
bathroom one morning and asked "How do you feel about
tonight?"
"What about it?" I asked.
"I'm ready, I think. I'm so fucking horny for him I
can't see straight," she laughed.
"Sounds good to me," I smiled.
At last there was an opportunity to make love to both
of them, fully and completely, for the first time in 2
months. Ellie and I had played a bit, fingering each
other in the shower, and Patrick had come to my side of
the bed several times. This was to be all three of us
again, and Ellie was nervous as we got ready. In the
afternoon we painted toenails and trimmed pubic hair to
a neat triangle, anticipating the night to come.
We were in the bathroom in front of the mirror checking
ourselves and Ellie said "I'm nervous!"
"What's the matter?" I asked, "it's just like riding a
bicycle, you never forget how!"
"I know, but I don't want to disappoint him," she said,
pulling her hair back.
"Just be you, he loves you, I love you, relax, will
you?" I said.
"What are you going to do first?" she asked.
"Probably eat your pussy until you scream, you know how
he likes to see us together," I replied.
She grinned at me in the mirror, sticking her tongue
out.
"Tease," she said.
"We'll see about that," I replied.
For our evening, we dressed in sheer nighties, the
easily removable kind, with mini thongs for underwear
and no bras. Hair was clipped back and brushed until it
shone, and then delicate touches of makeup were
applied. Drops of scented oil were put in strategic
places (anywhere he was likely to put his nose) and at
the last minute, cherry flavor lip gloss. I pulled her
to me and kissed her lightly, whispering "I love you"
in her ear. Hand in hand we walked into the bedroom
toward Patrick, standing by the bed.
"Good evening, ladies," he smiled, "Would you care for
some Champagne?"
The bucket of ice and the bottle was on the dresser,
and he poured three glasses, handing us each one.
Holding his glass to ours so the rims touched, he said
"To us." We sipped and chorused "To us." He sat,
motioning for us to do the same, and smiled.
"There's some cheese and other stuff to eat over there
if you're hungry," he said, pointing.
"Not for me," Ellie said, exhaling loudly.
"I know you're nervous, relax," Pat told her.
"Am not!" she declared, sipping some Champagne.
"Then why are your knees shaking?" he laughed.
She giggled and blushed, breaking the tension.
"Ok, yeah I am," she said, brushing her hand along his
jaw, "I want it to be good for you."
"It's been that way from the first, hasn't it?" he
asked.
"Yes, always, but I want tonight to be special," she
said.
"It will be," he said softly, "we're together."
He put down his glass and kissed her gently, the
tenderness obvious in his touch. I moved closer to
claim my share, pressing my lips against hers as he
moved to the headboard of the bed. Freed of her earlier
anxiety, she responded with lust in her eyes, pulling
me with her to stand next to the bed.
Caressing my breasts through the sheer fabric, she
untied the strings that held it shut, smoothing her
hands over my exposed skin, kissing my nipples. I let
it fall and untied hers, doing the same, then holding
her close with my thigh between her legs. I
concentrated on the feel of her body against me, her
lips to mine, the heat rising from us. I knew she
wanted to be the first to have Patrick's penis inside
her, so I pushed her gently to the bed and moved to
straddle her face with my hips, pulling her panties
aside with my finger and inhaling her musky scent.
She licked me once, then again, murmuring the love
sounds I liked so much. I pulled her panties off and
spread her wide, her knees behind my elbows, opening
her to his gaze. She was wet with milky liquid ooozing
from her slit and I dipped my tongue for a taste,
licking my lips. Several minutes later she tensed and
came as I sucked her clit, a small one for her, a
tingly shocky one for me. Sensing she was ready I
rolled her to the top, telling Patrick "Take her!"
She moaned loudly and buried her face deeper in my
pussy, sucking my lips and clit deep into her mouth.
Patrick poised himself behind her and put the tip of
his cock against her slit, pushing gently forward. She
raised herself on her hands and arched her back as I
spread her open with my fingers, allowing him to enter
about an inch.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" she breathed, her legs trembling. I
watched from inches away while he slowly pumped
forward, slipping deeper with each thrust. My nose
brushed against his shaft as I sucked her clit, making
her moan. He was half way in when I felt her tense and
groan with the first of her climaxes, her belly
tightening to a knot and her juices overflowing his
shaft.
I licked and swallowed, feeling her tremble again.
She wasn't paying any attention to me and I didn't
care, I wanted her to come again and again, feeling her
need.
Patrick's strokes were slow and gentle, lovemaking from
a caring man. Even so, after four or five orgasms, she
flattened herself on my legs and groaned "No more!",
pulling him out of her tunnel. Pat's cock was hard and
purple at the crown, bobbing in the air near my face. I
bent my head back and sucked him, licking her cum from
the shaft and head. She rolled to watch us and I
stopped, sitting up. I glanced at Pat and got an
eyebrow, then a shy grin. I could read him! Pulling my
underwear off, I cuddled to one side of her while he
laid down on the other, both of us caressing her belly
and breasts, touching her warm skin.
"Mmmmm," she whispered, "you two are good."
My fingers met his in her fur, and together we stroked
her to another small one, sucking on her nipples and
kissing her neck. After that one, she sat up and leaned
against the headboard, her fingers lightly stroking her
clit. Figuring she had had enough for the moment, I
concentrated on Pat, sucking him to full hardness.
Rolling to my back, I put my knees up and spread myself
open, motioning for him to come closer. He slid inside
easily, burying his shaft in my depths and pumping
quickly, hard fast strokes that nudged my womb. I could
feel him start to come, my pussy getting wetter and
looser by the second. I squeezed him hard and held my
breath, letting him ride my body, urging him to come by
pinching his nipples.
He cried out once and grunted, slamming his pubic bone
against me again and again, burying his length as far
as he could with each thrust. Staying deep at the last,
he lowered himself to his elbows and kissed me, sweaty
and tired.
Pat recovered first, and raised his head. He chuckled,
and told me "Look." I turned my head to see Ellie
asleep, her hands on her tummy and her ankles crossed.
"Come on, let's get her in the shower and hit the
sack," he said, getting up. My makeup was gone, my hair
was a mess and I was hot and sweaty, a very nice tingly
glow coming from my puss. I'd never felt better.
Pat shook her awake and said "Shower hon, come on," as
he helped her to stand.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I didn't mean to fall
asleep."
"S'okay," he replied. We washed her and ourselves and
returned to the bed, placing her on her side. I tiptoed
into the nest to check on the babies, finding all
sleeping soundly.
"We're set," I told him, crawling into bed.
"Mmm," he replied.
"Thank you," I said, cuddling him.
"For what?" he asked.
"For being you, for being the kind of man a woman wants
to make babies with," I replied.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: "Resolution"
After that, our lovemaking commenced again on a regular
basis, the sweet warm kind I wanted so badly. I knew I
loved both Ellie and Patrick in a special way, and my
spiritual connection to them grew. I found I could
sense the messages they sent if I relaxed and became
open to their nods and glances, intuiting what they
wanted. A caress or a soft kiss said much more than
words could convey.
Ellie and I fed babies every afternoon, then shared a
shower or a tub together. Our bodies had changed with
the births, and it was a delight to explore and play,
discovering new things. Ellie's inner labia were longer
now, easier to suck and pull on with my lips.
She tasted a bit different, her cum thicker and more
plentiful with a sweeter smell. I resumed my toe play,
sucking on her toes while she fondled her clit, giving
her multiple orgasms. The best was after, a sharing of
breath and lips as we rested, cuddled close with my
thigh between hers, our nipples touching.
Patrick alternated between us a couple of times a week,
devoting his full attention to us individually. The
ritual of bath and loving sex affirmed my presence and
belonging to them in a way I can't explain. I don't
know about Ellie, but I liked to fall asleep with his
cock inside me, especially from the back. He enjoyed
playing with my ass too, calling it his 'toy'.
Sometimes when the three of us were together, I asked
him to enter me that way, leaving my pussy free for
Ellie. Her fingers inside me while she sucked on my
clit and Patrick filled my ass gave me tremendous
orgasms, the scream-till-you-pass-out ones that leave
you senseless.
Patrick did have a business to run though, and despite
his frequent absences he found time to share ideas with
both of us.
One morning over coffee Patrick asked ""When are the
girls leaving?"
"Pretty soon, I think school starts in about 2 weeks,"
I replied.
"Good, I've got a plan to enlarge the place and I don't
want the construction guys drooling all over the naked
women in the pool," he laughed.
"What are you going to do?" Ellie asked.
"As soon as the girls leave, I'll have them come out
and pour the foundations, I'm thinking right behind the
house, 2 bedrooms on each side with a loft above, maybe
a skylight in each, then a great room with a big
fireplace in the center," he said.
"Bathrooms?" I inquired.
"A half bath in each bedroom, full bath at each end,
plus maybe another tub or something," he replied.
"Finished when?" she asked.
"Foundations and basics this fall, full construction in
the spring as soon as the weather cooperates, hopefully
done by June 1st," he said.
"Sounds nice," I said.
"I hope it's enough," he replied.
I told the girls to check their plane tickets and
confirm their reservations for the flight home,
discovering it was in eight days, a Monday morning.
That evening at dinner Edna surprised us all with the
announcement that she was going to go to the Bahamas
again for the winter.
"Can't you stay a little longer?" Ellie asked.
"I would honey, but I got to see the babies born, you
and I are friends again, and you know how much I hate
the cold weather," she stated.
Ellie sat glumly as Edna continued "Besides, you don't
need me anymore, you're a big girl now, and I'm so
proud of you!"
Ellie started crying and went to hug her mother,
getting a hug in return.
Gwen and Millie, realizing that in a few days their
vacation would be over, used the pool from dawn to
dusk, spending the rest of their time in their room. I
rarely saw either of them in the house except on their
trips to and from the pool, and then very briefly. I
didn't press, so they were left to run and do as they
pleased, as long as they cleaned up any messes they
made. Patrick took Edna to the airport on Friday night
to catch a late flight, with the entire family in the
entryway wishing her goodbye.
Late Friday night I had taken my shower and was sharing
some quiet time with Rachel in the solarium, watching
the stars. Patrick was asleep, Ellie by his side, the
twins in their crib. I heard a small tap on the door
and Gwen poked her head in, asking "Are you busy?"
I shook my head no, and she came and sat on the floor
next to me. With her hair up and dressed in her pink
nightie, she looked innocent and sweet.
Folding her feet under her, she said "Can I talk to
you?"
"Sure, honey," I replied.
"First I want to thank you for having me, I had an
awful good time!" she said.
"You're welcome to come back, the doors always open to
you," I replied.
"I have a problem I don't know how to handle, so I came
to you... Mom always says to ask her anything, and
since she's not here, I thought you might be able to
help," she said.
"What is it, hon?" I asked.
"Millie and I have been talking about what we're going
to tell people when we get back, and we disagree," she
said.
"How so?" I inquired.
"Millie wants to keep it a secret and I don't," she
said.
"Your peers can be awfully cruel," I said, remembering
what had been said to me after Samantha left.
"I love her and I don't care, they already laugh at me
'cuz I have two moms," she said, her eyes downcast.
"Your Mother lives with another woman?" I asked.
"Yeah, they've been together since I was little," she
confided.
"That's wonderful!" I exclaimed.
"I think so too, Mom Andrea spoils me," she giggled.
"Come on," I said, helping her up, "we gotta talk to
somebody."
I put the sleeping Rachel in her crib and held Gwen's
hand while we walked to their room for my confrontation
with Millie.
Walking in without knocking, I caught Millie pulling
her nightie over her head, her eyes going wide as she
saw me.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi yourself, I understand you want to keep Gwen a
secret," I said, my voice level.
"Yee-aah," she said slowly, "for now anyway."
"Why?" I asked, "are you ashamed of her?"
"No!" she exclaimed, "But I don't think Mom
understands!"
"What about her?" I said, pointing to Gwen, "don't her
feelings count?"
"I love you and I'm not ashamed to say it!" Gwen put
in.
Glancing rapidly between us she seemed to lose her
balance and sat back on the bed, quietly saying "I
can't tell her, I don't have the guts."
"Because you haven't told your mother how you feel,
have you?" I said softly.
"Nuh-nuh-no," she whimpered, starting to cry and
lowering her head.
I sat on the bed next to her and held her shoulder as
she cried, Gwen sitting on the other side trying to
comfort her too.
"You poor confused thing you," I sighed, brushing back
a strand of her hair.
"How many times have I told you that your Mom is your
best friend?" I asked.
"Hundreds I guess," she said.
"Remember last year, a conversation you and I had late
one night by the fireplace?" I asked.
She nodded and I said "Well, I talked to my Mom, that's
your Aunt Agnes, and she talked to your Mom, and I hate
to say it sweetie, but I think your secret is already
out."
"Mom never said anything to me!" she exclaimed,
bouncing on the bed.
"She wouldn't, there's nothing for her to say.....did
you think she'd ground you or restrict you from your
friends?"
"Dad would, he says I'm too young to be thinking of
sex," she said dejectedly.
"Dads are a little overprotective at times," I said,
"but your Mother is the one who has the last word in
that household, remember that!" I said.
"Sorry GF, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Millie
said to Gwen.
I asked "GF, as in 'girlfriend'? That's cute!"
"No, GF as in Gwendolyn Faith Carmichael, at your
service, ma'am," Gwen said, making a little curtsy.
"How pretty!" I exclaimed, "it fits you very well!"
She blushed as I gave them both a hug and a goodnight
kiss, happy her problem had been solved by an adult,
even one as young as me. I hoped the lesson of always
being honest would stick with Millie, but I had my
doubts. Too many times I'd acted and behaved the same
way, but the truth always came out in the end, and Mom
had always understood.
***
I checked on Rachel, finding Patrick lowering Phoebe
into her crib.
"She ok?" I whispered.
"Yeah, Ellie just fed her," he whispered back.
"She asleep?" I asked. He nodded and I stepped close
for a kiss and a hug. His arms went around me and held
me close, his hands strong and warm on my butt.
"You and Ellie have been making out," I said.
"How'd you know?" he asked.
"I can smell her on you," I smiled.
"Mmm," he replied, returning to kiss me once more.
I had an idea that he needed to come, I knew I was
suddenly horny and in need of an orgasm or two. I broke
the kiss and pushed him toward the stool on the corner,
pointing for him to sit down. I pulled my nightie off
and stepped closer, kneeling in front of him and
pulling his shorts down to his knees. I wrapped my hair
around his flaccid cock, licking the skin and urging it
to grow. I cradled his balls and swaddled it in my
hair, rolling it in the softness, watching him swell.
The head emerged from his foreskin, wet and shiny in
the nightlight.
"Mmmmmmm," I murmured, taking it in my mouth and
shaking my hair out of the way.
It quickly grew to full size, throbbing and pulsing
against my tongue. I rocked my head up and down,
swallowing as much of his length as I could with each
stroke, pushing him into the back of my throat.
He grew harder and bigger, whispering sharply "Cassie!"
as the first of his come bathed my tongue. I wrapped my
lips around his shaft and sucked lightly, bobbing my
head and holding his hips as he spurted jet after jet
into my mouth. I had become adept at swallowing at the
right time, milking his shaft to get it all. He sighed
and slumped, his cock still in my mouth, his fingertips
on my cheeks, his eyes gazing at me with love. It
started to shrink, so I released it with a final kiss
and cuddled closer, nuzzling his neck.
Feeling him sigh deeply, I stood up and picked up my
nightie, grabbing his hand.
"Come on, handsome, let's go to bed," I said, pulling
him through the door. Once inside the room, I dropped
the gown and knelt on the edge of the bed with my knees
apart, presenting him with what I hoped was a nice view
of my ass. Fingering myself and lowering my chest to
the bed, I whispered "Fuck me Patrick, fuck me hard!"
He stood behind me and I felt his partially erect cock
slide around my wetness, probing for the entrance. It
slipped in and grew fat once more, opening me and
filling my insides to the bottom. He gave me long, slow
loving strokes, deeply in and out, his cock splitting
my lips with each one. His hands were on my hips, and
every so often he would caress my ass and insert his
thumb, making me shiver.
I pressed my clit against his shaft, feeling the bumpy
veins as they slid by. Ellie moaned in her sleep,
rolling to her side and we froze, afraid to make noise.
I squeezed him, getting a tingle inside as he responded
in kind. A minute later I felt it start below my lungs,
spreading quickly down and out to my knees and toes,
numbing them. I shook several times with contractions
deep inside, the spasms almost squeezing him out. I
heard him cry out softly once, then again as he erupted
inside me, getting us both wet and slippery. He slumped
over my back, kissing my ears and neck, trying to
breathe quietly. He gradually softened and pulled out,
rolling me on my side and cuddling close to me. I
pulled the covers up and kissed him, slowly drifting
off to sleep.
I woke up early the next morning for some reason,
sliding out of bed quietly and checking on Rachel. She
was awake as well, smiling and cooing at me as I
changed her. I sat in the rocker and nursed her,
telling her I loved her, her big blue eyes staring at
me as she sucked. She smiled, releasing my nipple for a
second before resuming her breakfast and closing her
eyes. When one was empty I shifted her to the other,
hoping she'd leave enough for Phoebe.
After a minute or so, she spit out my nipple, telling
me she was full. A clean diaper for her bottom and into
my sling, then I checked on the twins. They had already
begun doing almost everything as one unit, sleeping,
eating, even filling their diapers simultaneously.
I changed them both and took Olivia to Ellie, waking
her up. I carried Phoebe downstairs, intending to make
coffee. Norma was already by the stove with the
beginnings of breakfast sitting on the countertop.
"Can you watch her while I feed Phoebe, then I'll help
you make breakfast for the crowd?" I asked.
"Sure," she replied, taking Rachel and talking to her.
Phoebe nursed quietly and efficiently, emptying me in
under six minutes by the clock on the stove. I thought
she might still be hungry, so I took her back upstairs
to Ellie, who was climbing out of bed with Olivia in
one arm.
"Got any left?" I asked, "I think PP here may still be
hungry."
"Some," Ellie said groaning, "Oogy was a glutton this
morning!"
I walked down the hall and banged on the girls' door,
yelling "Breakfast in 30 minutes!", then went back to
shower and get everyone downstairs. I had to tickle
Patrick awake to get him going, then joined him in the
shower. I got two luscious kisses, one from each of my
lovers, then quickly put on shorts and ran down to help
Norma.
Between us we scrambled 2 dozen eggs and made pancakes,
home fried potatoes and toast to go along with several
pots of coffee. The girls arrived breathless as usual
and sat, giggling and gulping their orange juice.
Patrick arrived dressed in his business suit carrying
Olivia, with Ellie and Phoebe right behind. We put all
the babies in carriers and sat down to eat.
"Going somewhere?" I asked Patrick.
"There was a message returning my call on the answering
machine this morning," he replied, "there might be
something available in Danville, I'm going to take a
look." I nodded and Norma said "Can you take me with
you? There's a nice supermarket over there."
"Sure," he replied, "I'm ready whenever you are."
"Peggy called as I was coming downstairs, if the place
is for her, why not wait and take her with you?" Ellie
asked.
"Good idea!" Pat smiled.
"I'll wash dishes," I said, "that is if I can get two
somebody's to help before they run off to the pool,"
looking at Millie and Gwen.
"I'll help," Gwen said, "it's the least I can do."
"Me too, I guess," Millie said, dodging an elbow to the
ribs from Gwen and giggling again.
An hour later Peggy pulled in, drank one cup of coffee
and left with Patrick and Norma in the Volvo. The
dishes were done, the two giggly things were in the
pool flirting with one another, and Ellie and I were
sitting at the edge of the pool getting our feet wet,
talking about our lives.
"Things are getting better around here," Ellie said.
"How so?" I asked.
"We're a family now, a unit... I don't know how to say
it, but I didn't feel that way until after the twins
were born," she said.
"Why?" I asked, mildly confused.
"The babies, they made it real, visible...I could feel
it here," she said, tapping her chest.
"I know what you mean," I replied, putting my hand on
her thigh.
Taking my hand in hers, she said "I love you, Cassie, I
really do."
My eyes misted up and I replied "I love you too."
We sat for some minutes, quiet and complete, absorbing
the emotions that we felt. There aren't words for some
things.
"There's still gonna be middle of the night feedings,
ya know," I said to Ellie as I wiped my eyes.
"Yeah, but maybe I won't feel so damn dragged out all
day," she replied.
"They're growing fast, it won't be long and they'll be
sleeping through the night every night," I said.
"Yeah, and the next thing you know they'll both be
wanting prom dresses," Ellie laughed.
"We've become what we used to hate, remember the
curfews and restrictions?" I asked.
"You think we'll be any better at it than our folks
were?" Ellie wanted to know.
"Different maybe, but better? I don't know, I honestly
don't.....the responsibility scares the hell out of me
sometimes," I replied.
***
Patrick returned, a glowing Peggy by his side. The
building was perfect, and had four apartments above it,
two of which were empty.
"Peggy has refused my kind offer of housing here,
preferring to live in squalor over her clinic," Patrick
said, his smile proof of the tease. They went inside to
do paperwork and make a few phone calls, and I called
on the girls to help unload the groceries from the
wagon.
The last weekend was spent happily, Peggy stayed until
Sunday evening, sharing a quiet conversation with Gwen
and Millie in the den. I knew they were asking
questions they couldn't get answers for anywhere else,
and I trusted Peggy to tell the truth.
Monday afternoon I took the girls to the airport,
Millie sad and apprehensive, Gwen glad to be going and
anxious to see her mother. I told her to bring her
mother the next time, and she said she'd ask. Tearful
kisses and hugs later, I watched as the plane went
skyward, carrying the two girls home. Norma was gone
when I got back, and Pat and Ellie were in the den with
the babies on the rug, blowing bubbles at them.
"Cute game," I said.
"Yeah, we were playing 'who can wet their diaper the
most' earlier, but they lost interest when they kept
winning," Patrick laughed, pointing at the twins.
"I'm for a shower and bed, anybody else coming?" I
asked as I walked to the bathroom stripping off my
clothes.
"Be right there," they said.
Cuddled between two of the five people I loved most in
the world, I fell asleep almost immediately.
***
September 1st brought the construction crews, and we
used the pool infrequently, mostly after they had gone
for the day. We saw the first sketches of the addition,
amazed at the size of the thing. The weather turned
cold and blustery right after Labor Day, and we closed
down the pool for the season.
Peggy opened the clinic in mid-November and was swamped
with business. The local area was full of young couples
with children who needed medical services and were
happy to have a Doctor's office nearby. Her regulars
were bussed in on Mondays and Thursdays from the city,
after much convincing on her part that the trip was
free. Peggy lived over the clinic but visited often,
sharing our meals and company, including a few more
visits to the hot tub. She said she was too busy to
think of dating anyone, immersing herself in her work.
Ellie and I were in the solarium nursing one day about
noon, waiting for the babies to finish up and get
tucked in for their nap. A grey car towing a U-Haul
trailer pulled in the drive and went slowly past the
house in the direction of Art and Norma's place. I
couldn't see the driver very well, but I assumed it was
Norma returning from one of her antique-hunting trips.
I cradled Phoebe and rubbed her back, telling her
"Hurry up sweetie, Auntie Cassie needs your mommy's
touch." Minutes later I'd forgotten all about the grey
car, engrossed in Ellie's fingers and tongue on my
body.
When I came down to help with supper, I saw a young
woman listening attentively to Norma by the pantry
door. Norma saw me and said "Cassie, this is Jill, my
youngest, she's going to help with dinner tonight."
"Hi! and welcome," I smiled.
"Hi," she said bashfully, walking over to shake my
hand. Short blond hair framed her pretty face, her blue
eyes twinkling. The front of her pants showed a slight
bulge, and I asked "When are you due?"
"Middle of April, I think," she said.
"More business for Peggy," I laughed, getting a smile
from Norma.
I got busy helping prepare supper and we chatted a
little, she was 28 and an RN, up from Harrisburg,
Pennsylvania. She was looking for work, intending to
relocate near her Mother. She hinted at marriage
problems, sometimes holding her stomach and gazing out
the window.
Peggy showed up for supper (at my hastily telephoned
invitation), and as we gathered around the table to
eat, I saw a flash of interest in Peggy's eyes. The
conversation was amiable and friendly throughout, so we
invited Jill to the den for drinks. The babies were fed
and diapered, then left to play on the floor with
Patrick while we talked. Jill asked a couple of
questions about childbirth, and I realized she was
having her first.
Peggy and Jill sat on the couch together and talked
about hospitals and nursing in general, with Jill
becoming more animated as the evening progressed. Both
declined the offer of the tub and left, chatting with
their heads together.
***
In the next few days I learned that Peggy had offered
her a job, along with a place to live, the spare
apartment above the clinic. Her grey car pulled the U-
Haul back down the drive, and we didn't see much of
either of them for almost a month.
Thanksgiving was celebrated as a family at our house,
my Mom and Dad showed up to eat turkey, everyone else
stayed at home because of the bad roads. I called Omaha
and talked to Aunt Ellen and Millie, Uncle Jessie was
finishing up his job in Kansas and would be home for
Christmas. Gwen and Millie were still a pair, and
Millie said she had finally confessed her feelings to
her Mother.
"I'm glad I don't have to hide anymore," Millie told
me.
"What did your Mom say?" I asked.
"It wouldn't have been her choice, but she
understands," Millie replied.
"How about the kids at school, you getting any problems
there?" I asked.
"Some, but nothing we can't handle," Millie replied, "I
think some of them are jealous!"
"I'm happy for you, Gwen is sweet," I said.
"I know, I know," Millie replied, a smile in her voice.
***
Solid food was being introduced to all three babies,
Rachel most of all, and we were gradually cutting back
on the number of feedings per day. Remembering what
Peggy had told us, I got a diaphragm from her and made
sure it was in place before any fun with Patrick. He
felt it one night and asked "No more babies?"
"Not just yet," I replied, "when Rachel gets a little
older maybe," I grinned. He grunted his understanding
and continued to make love to me.
Things were normal and happy, the snow started coming
down on a regular basis and the kids got their first
taste of being bundled up and taken outside to ride on
a sled. A week before Christmas, we got some unexpected
news.
Ellie and I were sitting in the den finishing our lunch
when Peggy's car drove in and parked. Peggy hurriedly
entered the house, calling out for us.
"Up here!" Ellie yelled, and we could hear Peggy's
footsteps running up the staircase.
She dropped her coat and sat on the couch, holding her
head in her hands.
"Here, have some coffee," I said, handing her a cup.
"Thanks," she murmured, taking a sip.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the clinic?" Ellie asked.
"Jill's there, she can handle the afternoon, I needed
to talk to you two," she sighed.
"What's up?" I asked, putting a diaper on Rachel.
"I'm in love!" she blurted, her cheeks getting pink.
"Great!" Ellie exclaimed, "good for you!"
"Not great, I'm scared shitless," she replied.
"Why?" I asked.
"I swore I'd never do it again after Ann and here I am,
40 years old and fucking around with someone at work,"
she sighed.
"Jill?!" Ellie squeaked in surprise.
Peggy nodded once and lowered her head, telling us
"Yep."
"How did THAT happen?" Ellie asked.
"She's smart and very good with the patients,
especially the kids," Peggy said, "and one night after
work we went out to eat, you know that little place on
the highway between Danville and Sedgwick?"
We nodded and she continued, "Well, it's got this
romantic lighting and they put us in a booth in the
back where we could be private, and Jill opened up to
me, told me a few personal things."
"That's good!" I said.
"Maybe," she said, "anyway, she was married to this
jerk for 3 years, and she got pregnant thinking it
might slow him down a little with his drinking and
chasing after other women."
"That doesn't work," I said.
"Right, but she didn't know that then, and when she
told him he up and left," she said, "emptied the bank
account and disappeared."
"Does she know where he is?" I asked, "maybe she can
get some child support."
"Doesn't know and doesn't care was what she told me,"
Peggy said, leaning back.
"So what's the problem?" Ellie inquired.
"After we ate, I drove back to the clinic and we went
up the stairs," she said softly.
"And?" Ellie asked.
"She kissed me," Peggy whispered.
"Did you kiss her back?" Ellie giggled.
"Not at first, but as soon as I felt her tongue I knew
I was lost," Peggy said quietly.
"What's wrong with that?" I asked.
"What is she going to tell her Mother, 'hey ma I was
married and now I want to sleep with my Doctor?' What
will Norma say about me, she'll think I'm a pervert who
seduced her daughter," she said as her eyes clouded up
and she began crying.
We sat on either side of her and held her until the
tears stopped. Shaking her head and reaching for her
cup, she asked "What now?"
"For starters, let her worry about what to tell her
Mother, then be there when she does," I said, "but I
have another question, how does she feel about you?" I
asked.
"We spent that night in my bed, and every night since,"
she said, "and I haven't had orgasms like that in a
long time."
"She knew what she was doing?" asked Ellie in surprise.
"Oh, you bet!" she grinned, "she's romantic,
adventurous, open-minded... her body is so soft and
willing, it's like being sixteen again."
We giggled at that, thinking still waters ran very deep
indeed. Jill didn't look like the stereotypical
lesbian, but then I thought looks never counted for
much anyway, look at Ellie and me.
After Peggy left, we told Patrick and he commented "You
can't control who you fall in love with, can you?"
***
Christmas was a family function, the five of us got
together with my Mom and Dad for dinner, and after
turkey and ham and more cranberry sauce than was good
for us, we retired to the den to chat.
Dad was getting older, and told us he wanted to retire
and move to someplace warm, Mom nodding
enthusiastically. Patrick suggested Texas, near the
gulf coast, and he and my Dad discussed several
options. Chad was in Germany, writing Brenda
faithfully, or so Mom said, due to return in 18 months.
Winding up the evening, we said goodnight to my folks
and headed for our bed.
***
The babies were fed and put down for the night, gentle
kisses from their parents on their cheeks, anxious to
get in the tub. A quick shower and into the tub with a
drink, I'd found I could have a glass of brandy or a
beer late at night and not affect Rachel's food supply.
The heat and bubbles relaxed us, and Patrick asked
"What do you intend to do about Norma?"
"Nothing," I replied, "It's none of our business."
"What if she quits?" he asked, "I don't want you two
here alone if I'm gone."
"If she quits, she quits," Ellie replied, "there's
nothing we can do."
"Moms know their kids pretty well," I laughed, "chances
are Norma has some inkling of what her daughter
prefers."
"What if she doesn't, and blames you for introducing
them?" he asked.
"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," I replied,
"there's no use worrying about things I can't control."
I finished my drink and gazed at my two partners with a
sly grin, prodding Patrick's calf with my toe.
"Wanna have some fun tonight?" I asked.
"I thought you'd never ask," Patrick smiled, turning
off the jets.
We dried off and ran to the bedroom, jumping on the
bed.
"I want to try something tonight," Ellie grinned.
"Anything you want," Patrick replied.
"Cassie, get in the middle facing this way on your
hands and knees," she said, directing me with her hands
on my shoulders.
"Pat, get behind her and do her doggy-style, get her
nice and wet," she said as she watched us get into
position. I was already dripping with anticipation, and
when Patrick rubbed his cock around my entrance, it
slid in smoothly. Ellie kissed me, caressing my breasts
and pinching my nipples, then she slid down to lay on
her back, her pussy within inches of my face.
"Suck me hard," she hissed, "I need you so bad!"
Patrick stroked me deep and slow, his hands playing
with my ass cheeks. Ellie moaned and came, drenching my
chin as I sucked her hard, pulling at her clit.
"My feet, Pat, play with my feet!" she groaned, raising
her knees.
"Mmmmm!" Patrick murmured, "my pleasure!"
A minute or so later Ellie squeaked and tensed as she
squirted more cum in my mouth, the dual attention
making her peak quickly. She relaxed and lowered her
knees, holding my hair and moving her hips, showing me
where she wanted to be kissed or licked. I felt the
pressure building and released a little one, feeling it
dribble down my thigh.
Ellie moved out from under me to kneel on the bed and
said "Ok, Pat, put it in her ass...you want it in your
ass, don't you baby?" she asked, patting my rump.
"Unh-huh," I nodded, excited with the idea. Pat probed
with his finger and spread some of my juices on my ass,
pressing his thumb in to lubricate me. Shortly after, I
felt the head of his cock at my sphincter, and relaxed
to let him inside. As he hit bottom and I felt his
curls against my ass, I came with a rush, moaning
"Aaanh! Aaaaanh, aaaaaaaanhhh!"
My hands gripped the sheet, white-knuckled and tense as
I felt it pass, his cock filling me completely.
"Oooo hoo hoo, that feels good!" I exclaimed, watching
Ellie finger herself.
"Pat, roll back now, get under her, ok?" Ellie said,
kneeling once again. We moved as she instructed without
losing penetration, Pat ending up on his back with me
on top, his head elevated by a pillow near the
headboard. My butt was cradled by his belly, his ankles
holding my legs open, pumping short strokes in and out
of my ass. I relaxed and enjoyed the warmth of his
body, closing my eyes as I felt Ellie's mouth on my
clit. His hands played with my breasts and nipples, she
was licking and sucking at my cunt like a starving
child, and I was in heaven.
I felt the bed move and opened my eyes to see her leg
swing over my face, her dripping pussy and erect clit
just inches away. She had put two pillows on each side
of Patrick to raise her knees and was squatting over my
face, about to resume sucking me. She lowered her body,
careful to avoid putting any weight on us, and began to
lick me once more. I parted her lips with my fingers
and sucked her clit deep, my nose buried in her folds.
Patrick's hand came into view and his thumb pressed her
rosebud, making her tense and moan into my pussy.
"Fuck my ass, Pat, fuck me!" she cried, lifting her
head. He did, matching my tongue motions as best he
could, his thumb going ever deeper. A minute or so
later I felt her shake, watching her anus tighten
around his thumb, her cheeks quivering as she came,
wailing "Yeaaaaaaah!"
She got up on one knee and lifted her body away,
fingering her clit. Crouching once again between my
legs, she continued to lick and suck my puss, starting
a chain of orgasms for me. With two of her fingers in
me and her sucking my clit, I had two or three small
ones in a row, my ass clenching Patrick hard. I felt a
big one start as my cunt opened, allowing Ellie to add
another finger to the mix. Patrick began humping
faster, saying, "Yes, yes, yes," in my ear, telling me
he was coming. I arched my back and pushed back against
him, shoving him as deep as he could go, just as I felt
Ellie's hand slip inside, stretching me wide open.
"Aaaaaaaah!" I screamed, bucking and heaving on the
bed, thrusting my hips to drive them deep. I rode it
hard, my eyes closed and gasping for air, screaming
when I could, my mouth dry and my lips numb.
When I awoke, Patrick was cradling my head in his lap
and stroking my cheek, a worried look on his face. I
sat partway up and Ellie offered me some water. I drank
without stopping, finishing with an unladylike burp.
"God, what hit me?" I croaked.
"I thought you might like that," Ellie smiled, "come
on, let's shower."
Taking stock of my body as I walked slowly toward the
bathroom, I felt my asshole tingling with the
remembered presence of something large, and my pussy
muscles were tender, almost like after Rachel's
delivery. I gingerly stepped in the enclosure, joining
them. Ellie kissed each of the tender places, washing
and rinsing me clean and doing my hair. My nipples were
sore, making me dread the morning feeding. I hoped
Rachel and Phoebe wouldn't be very hungry, an
uncharitable thought. Ellie dried me and kissed my
breasts, helping me into a nightie for sleep. The last
I remember I was curled on my side with Pat behind
holding me, and Ellie in front whispering "I love you."
***
I gradually became conscious, vaguely aware that
something warm and wet was on my foot, my big toe
specifically. Whatever it was left, my toe cooling as
the air hit it, then something warm and wet on the
inside of my right thigh, high up. I felt the bed move
and opened my eyes to see Ellie crouched over me on her
hands and knees, about to kiss my belly.
She stopped, looking me in the eyes apologetically, and
said "Good morning."
"Hi," I mumbled. She laid next to me and palmed my full
breast, gently kneading the softness. Kissing my ear
she whispered "I'm sorry about last night."
"Why?" I said, raising to my elbows.
"I got carried away," she said quietly, averting my
eyes. I turned her head to me and said "There's nothing
to be sorry for, I liked it, you KNOW I liked it."
"Yeah, but my hand, I got all excited and cummy and you
were loose, and I figured it wouldn't hurt.....you
scared the hell out of Patrick," she said.
"Where is he?" I asked, sitting up and putting my feet
to the floor.
"Gone for the day to look at some 'opportunities' was
what he said," she replied.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"After 9," she replied.
"Rachel missed her breakfast," I said, rubbing my
breasts.
"I fed her cereal this morning, she's a big girl now,"
Ellie smiled. I nodded and went to pee, taking off my
gown and sitting on the pot, my head in my hands,
trying to wake up. Everything from my neck to my knees
tingled or ached, and I reached for the Tylenol. Ellie
came in and knelt in front of me, stealing a glance at
my puss, the most achy part.
"Can I make it up to you?" she asked softly, caressing
my cheek.
"Where's the kids?" I asked.
"Rachel is with Norma, PP and Oogy are asleep," she
smiled.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"Come back to bed for awhile," she said, grasping my
hand.
"I need a shower," I said.
"No," she said, and pulled me gently back to the bed.
She pulled off her gown and threw it on the floor,
telling me "Lay down." I did and she cuddled next to
me, her leg over mine, her palm on my pubes and her
face near my ear. She kissed me on the cheek, then the
jaw, then my mouth, her lips and tongue hungry.
"I love the way you taste," she breathed, "the way you
smell, your softness, your lips, you drive me crazy
with wanting you."
"Mmm," I mumbled.
"Your hair, your toes, your breasts, God how I love
those! Your sweet pussy, your knees, your ass, even
your armpits!" she said, grinning.
"MMMM!" I giggled, warming to her touch.
"I don't want to hurt you ever, you're precious to me,"
she said.
"There aren't any rules in our bedroom, you know that,"
I replied.
"Maybe there should be, for nights like last night,"
she said. Kissing me again, her middle finger started
stroking my clit and I moved, spreading my legs.
I got wet and it went in a ways, probing in shallow
circles. She bent to kiss my mouth, a warm wet kiss,
the kind we shared in the afternoons when the kids were
napping. She slid down a bit and sucked a nipple,
murmuring "Mmmmm" as my milk started to flow. I closed
my eyes and let it go, feeling the other one dripping.
She nursed me firmly, the nipple swollen and part-way
down her throat, swallowing rapidly. I felt the
pressure ease and sighed, something inside contracting
as it did with Rachel.
She switched to the other one after a time, emptying it
as well, then laying her head on my chest. Her finger
was still slowly moving in my depths, and I felt the
heat rising, my pussy squeezing her finger in time to
her strokes. It was small, a fluttery wisp down deep
that was barely felt, my body warming with the flush
and my toes curling, then gone as quickly as it had
arrived.
"I love you woman," she whispered in my ear, "Very,
very much."
"I love you too," I replied, feeling her warm dampness
against my hip. Wrapping my arms around her, I settled
into the mattress and fell back asleep.
***
I got downstairs in time for a late lunch, and Ellie
and I spent the afternoon playing with the kids.
A week or so later we were sitting at the island
sharing coffee with Norma and she said "After Rachel's
party I'm going to have to leave, I can't work here
anymore." She didn't say it angrily and she was still
smiling, so I gathered my courage and asked "Why?"
"'Cause Art and I bought the old Jensen place, and
we're going to raise horses!" she said gleefully. A
sense of relief flooded me, thankful it had nothing to
do with Jill.
"As soon as the kids get old enough, I want you to
bring them down and start them riding," Norma said,
"they'll love it!"
I nodded and said "Sure, we can start them this
summer."
Ellie left the room to check on the kids and I stepped
to the sink to rinse our cups. Norma came to my side
and laid her hand on my arm, asking "Do you think Peggy
will treat my Jill right?"
"Peggy's a good Doctor, she took care of us ok," I
replied.
"Not that way, I know she's good with babies, does she
have a good heart?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked, the nauseous lump in my
throat making it difficult to breathe.
"I know they're living together and sharing things,
Mildred called me from town the other day and told me
she'd seen them together," she stated.
Deciding the best course was to be honest, since I'd
been preaching it to others I may as well live it, I
said "I introduced them, Jill is an RN and Peggy's a
Doctor, they go hand in hand, I didn't know they'd fall
in love."
"You knew?" she asked, a look of surprise and hurt on
her face.
"Peggy told us, I haven't seen Jill," I replied.
She looked at me strangely for a few seconds making me
cringe inside, I hadn't meant to hurt her. She stood
staring at me wringing her hands, the tears dripping
from her cheeks. After a minute or two, she took a deep
breath and wiped her eyes, a small smile on her face.
"I saw it early on, I knew it and refused to accept it
deep down, I guess this is the proof, huh?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, Norma," I said.
"Nothing to be sorry for, Cassie, all I want is my kids
to be reasonably happy. I can't live their lives for
them, or make their choices," she said.
"Peggy is a good person, she'll treat her right," I
smiled.
"That son of a bitch she was with never gave her
nothing but heartache and grief the whole time she was
married to him," she declared, "at least Peggy
understands her."
"Yes, she does," I said, folding Norma into my arms and
hugging her.
We stayed that way until Ellie came back to the room
and coughed, getting our attention. Norma shook herself
and wiped her eyes, then looked at me and said
"Thanks," bending to unload the dishwasher. I mouthed
'later' to Ellie, getting her nod, and went to check on
the kids.
Later that night we heard the doorbell about 9:30. The
kids had been fed and put down for the night and the
three of us were in the den discussing the day. Patrick
got up to answer it and returned with Peggy and Jill,
both flushed and grinning.
"What happened, you two win the lottery or something?"
Ellie laughed.
"Better, we just came from supper at my Mom's place,"
Jill replied.
"Her mother is an absolute sweetheart!" Peggy
exclaimed.
"I take it all is well on the home front?" I asked
wryly.
"You bet!" they said together, giving us a chuckle.
We sat and talked for almost an hour, sipping drinks
and munching snacks, Jill and Peggy relating the
conversation over supper.
"She told us she wanted us to be as happy as you two,"
Jill grinned.
"I'd say that was a gimme," I laughed, taking Ellie's
hand and squeezing it.
"Is it too late for the hot tub?" Peggy asked.
"Never too late," Patrick smiled, getting up and
walking away.
We left Jill and Peggy quietly talking in the den and
went to the tub, immersing ourselves in warm bubbles
and heat. Peggy entered the room with Jill in tow,
looking around apprehensively.
"She took some convincing," Peggy grinned.
Jill blushed as Peggy undressed and hung her clothing,
then started on her.
Small and slender like her mother, she had dainty
looking feet and gorgeous legs, a smattering of brown
curly hair nestled between them.
At 6 months, she was carrying low and out, her stomach
a round bulge. Her breasts were full and tight, the
nipples wide and tan.
They showered, washing each other, the love they felt
evident in the way they touched. Ellie leaned to me and
whispered "She's making me horny."
"Did we look like that?" I asked Patrick.
"Mmm-hmm," he nodded.
Jill blushed again when she stepped out, seeing 3 pairs
of eyes glued on her, but held Peggy's arm and climbed
up to dangle her feet in the warm water. Peggy dunked
herself and sat between Jill's legs, kissing the inside
of her knee. Jill rubbed Peggy's temples, getting a low
moan and a sigh. No one said much, it was an intimate
moment shared among friends, the best kind.
Too soon, we looked like prunes and got out. Peggy
whispered, "Can we stay the night?" in my ear after Pat
and Ellie had gone to the bedroom.
"Sure, you know where everything is," I smiled.
I watched them walk down the hall, Peggy carrying their
clothes and Jill trying to cover herself with her
hands, unused to being nude.
As I entered the bedroom I saw Patrick kissing Ellie,
his hands on her ass holding her close. Pinning my hair
back I stood close and asked "Any room in there for
me?"
***
Postscript: Some time has passed since I was able to
work on this, I better fill you in. We have a computer
now, but so much has happened I hope I don't forget
anything.
Dad and Mom live in Florida, the east coast side near
Jacksonville. The hardware store is being run by my
brother and his new bride, the former Brenda Jackson.
They live in the old house, and Brenda is fixing up a
nursery for her first.
Uncle Jessie retired and bought 40 acres on the
outskirts of Omaha, he and Aunt Ellen are going to
raise Llamas, those cute fuzzy things that look like
horses with a lot of hair.
Edna comes and goes a lot but usually spends Christmas
with us, bringing the kids exotic presents from far-off
places. Can anyone use three toddler-sized muu-muus?
Millie is living with Gwen and her mothers, getting
ready for their last year of school. The four of them
stayed about a month with us last summer and had a
wonderful time. Lucinda looks like Gwen's sister, and
Andrea is a short-haired intense woman who tends to be
very protective, but kind and gentle with the kids.
Jill had a boy and named him Timmy, a chubby little guy
that is very active and happy. Peggy and Jill are still
a romantic twosome, working in the clinic. Ellie and I
run a day care center for them and the other folk's
right next door, the twins and Rachel forming a nucleus
of raucous happy kids.
Art and Norma got married, and Patrick sent them to
London for 2 weeks for their honeymoon. Norma let it
slip that her grandmother had been born there and she's
always wanted to see the place. Their horses are doing
well, and the stables are a thriving business.
The addition was completed on time if a bit over
budget, and we now have enough room for everybody to
visit. Rachel was finally weaned except for the odd
moment when she's cranky and tired, and I'm six months
pregnant with number two. I'm carrying like Jill did,
low and out front, so I hope it's a boy. We plan to
name him Patrick Paul, after his father.
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