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Love Unexpected - 2
by Invid Fan (invidfan@localnet.com)
***
Sequel to "Tip a Canoe and Taylor Too". Mayan ruins. A
crying baby. No vacation ever goes as planned...second
in a four story saga. (FFM, bi, lac, preg, rom)
***
Love Unexpteced:
1.Tip a Canoe and Taylor Too
2.Incidents of Taylor
3.Taylor Con
4.Ghosts of Fort Niagara
***
Fred didn't know this hospital.
This was a good thing, in his opinion. As he quickly
walked down the third floor hallway looking for room
308, Fred hoped to never know the fastest way to get to
the cafeteria, where the ice machine was, which shift
had the most intelligent nurses. To be well versed in
these things meant that a loved one was dying in one of
these white rooms, that the hospital had become a second
home. It had happened to him too many times in the past
decade, and he'd do anything to prevent it from
occurring again.
Taylor.
He stood in the open doorway to 308, and saw her in the
bed next to the window. His Taylor.
"Fred!"
The slight brown haired woman sat up quickly, a
surprised ecstatic expression on her face. The light
blue gown clung to her slight curves, not flattering her
to be certain but Fred had seen enough of what was
concealed in the past month to feel a stirring none the
less. Her green eyes were wide, and thin arms
outstretched towards him. As he quickly closed the
distance, he noticed the I.V. tube attached to her left
arm.
Taylor's arms went around Fred as he leaned down for a
slow, welcoming kiss. His right hand stroked her hair,
which he often felt had a life of its own given it was
almost half as long as she was. His left caressed her
arm. She seemed so fragile, but he knew there was
strength in her. He only hoped he had some left.
Breaking the kiss, Taylor pushed him back a bit and
looked at him in surprised wonder.
"Why are you here? How did you find out?"
"I called him."
Looking over, Fred saw a tall black woman sitting next
to the bed. She had on black slacks and a white blouse,
and a name tag from the same supermarket Taylor worked
at. She stood.
"I didn't want to leave you alone here, so I borrowed
your phone and called the first number I saw. I
obviously picked correctly," she added with a smile. "I
really have to get back."
"Thank you," said Taylor, "for everything." Fred shook
the woman's hand, liking her instantly, then turned back
to Taylor as they found themselves alone. He pulled the
now vacated chair up closer, and held Taylor's hand in
both of his. They were both silent.
"So... how was your day?"
Taylor burst out laughing, and he grinned and squeezed
her hand. When she quieted down, he went on.
"What happened?"
"Oh, it's nothing to be worried about," she sighed.
lying down again. It was easier to not look him in the
eye like that. "They say it was just a small blood
clot..."
Fred was on his feet in an instant, his hands tightening
on hers as the chair skidded back a few inches but
didn't fall over. No, not this. anything but this. She
refused to meet his gaze, not wanting to see the pain
and fear. They had only been together for a month, and
he still wasn't even two months into his grieving for
Lisa. Did the gods hate him that much? Should he stop
caring for anyone if it would only lead to their death?
Finally letting out a breath, Fred sighed and loosened
his grip. He looked around the room. On the stand next
to him was a battered paperback he recognized. Taylor
was not a reader, nor did she consider herself smart,
but in an attempt to impress him had taken to reading
some of his favorite books and had surprised herself by
loving them. She was already up to the fourth Rift War
book (third, if you considered the first had been split
in two for later printings), and he was so proud of this
woman ten years his junior.
Parts of her she had never known about were awakening,
and just as she was soaking up new knowledge and seeking
new challenges he was learning as well. Her paintings
were wonderful, and while he had enjoyed a good picture
before a whole new appreciation of art was opening up.
Next thing you knew he'd be listening to classical music
instead of Rush...
"I'm sorry, Fred..." He looked down at his love, and saw
her looking back with such a sad expression. She looked
so much like the little girl she fought not to be, and
Fred reached a hand over and caressed her cheek. She
nuzzled him back.
"It's not your fault," he smiled, his heart up in his
throat. He couldn't lose her.
"They have some blood thinners in me. The clot was in my
leg, and they got to it in time. They say if I change my
prescription..."
"No."
Fred was gazing out the window as he said it, and Taylor
looked at him with shock. His expression was firm. He
had made up his mind, and no argument of hers would sway
him.
"But... the new birth control..."
"NO! No..." He turned to her, the pain returning to his
eyes, and once again she felt her heart swell. She never
wanted to see pain in those eyes again. "That's what
they told Lisa. I'm not going to lose you too." Taylor
sat up, and put her hands on either side of his head. He
had to bend down a bit to let her.
"So... we use other means?" He took both her hands in
his and held them together between them.
"Do you love me?"
Her eyes widened. They had never used that word. Both
had been through too much, and had wanted to make sure
this wasn't just about sex and rebounds. Both had agreed
to wait, having only a half dozen dates since their
return from that fateful canoe trip even as they talked
every night. Both knew they were in love, but were
unworthy of the affections of the other.
"Yes... oh, yes..."
"Would you live with me?"
"Yes..."
She closed her eyes. To be with him, to stay with him...
"Would... would you stop using birth control, and let
what happens happen?"
Her breathing stopped. He was asking... GOD! She had
dreamed about this, picturing her small frame swollen
with his child, of even nursing his son while she rode
him in an attempt bring another life into the world. To
be his... woman.
"I love you, Taylor. Would you have my children?"
"Oh god, YES!" She flung herself into his arms, almost
tearing out the I.V.. "I love you!!"
The nurse found them like that a few minutes later, and
quietly left the room to give them more time. It was the
shift with the intelligent nurses.
***
Taylor wandered into their library.
She liked the sound of that. 'Their Library'. She lived
in a house with its own library. As a kid such a thing
had seemed a place of fantasy: this house in a movie had
a dungeon, that one had a library, and this castle was
full of secret passages. Real people didn't live in
places like that. It was a small library, she had to
admit, just an unused bedroom in this small city house,
but once she set foot in it Taylor understood. For
someone like Fred, it was almost a shrine to knowledge
and no house could be a home without it. It was coming
to be the same for her. Her hands ran down a shelf of
books, science works by Gardner and Randi. There was so
much to explore in here, and once the baby came she'd
raise them in a world of books.
Taylor once again looked down and rubbed her belly.
Their baby.
Laughing, she brought her attention back to the matter
at hand. There would be time to talk to her unborn
bundle of joy later, a full 6 months. Now she wanted to
find that book Fred had mentioned she should read before
the trip. Let's see, this was the non-fiction side, and
history was up... Ah, there it was. "Incidents of Travel
in Central America, Chiapas and Yucatan", by John
Stephens. They liked their long titles back in 1841,
didn't they? She took down the softcover of volume one,
then paused to run her hands above the cover of the
battered second edition hard cover next to it. No way
she was touching that without him here. She went back
out to the living room and settled into a chair.
Two hours later she was startled by the front door
opening, and quickly jumped up and ran over to greet her
mate properly. That was how she had come to think of
Fred- her 'mate'. Not husband, as they hadn't married
and were in no hurry to do so. Not friend or lover,
although he was that and so much more. No, when Taylor
thought of her love, she saw him the way she imagined a
female animal saw her alpha male. He was her Lord.
Fred tended to view this aspect of his lover with
tolerant amusement. If it made her happy, and didn't
take either of them to places they weren't comfortable
with, let her have her fantasy. She was his equal in his
eye.
As she came running to him he picked her up and gave
Taylor a quick, loving kiss, then put her down with a
groan that was only half acting.
"Damn, woman, what do you have in there? You're heavy!"
Laughing, Taylor put his hands on her belly under her
shirt and moved them over her. They stood like that for
a full minute, eyes saying all that need to be said.
Finally, Fred removed his hands, leaned down to give her
another quick kiss, then leaned back and stretched his
back.
"Gah. Thank the gods it's the weekend. I was ready ship
4th period off to military school."
"Awww..." Taylor put her arms around him, nuzzling her
face into his chest. Suddenly she raised her head in
alarm. "I forgot to start dinner!" Off she ran to the
kitchen, leaving a laughing Fred in the entryway.
With the sounds of pots and pans banging out from around
the corner, he picked up his brief case and put it on
the office desk then wandered into the living room to
check out the paintings. Taylor had set up the new easel
he had gotten her by the bay window, and the last in a
series of three works was still there. She's getting
better, he thought. Fred honestly didn't know all of
what had gone on in her life before they met that
fateful night, but she was blossoming before his eyes.
His eyes flicked down to the first two paintings sitting
against the wall, then back to the almost finished
canvas. Blossoming, and getting deeper.
The three pictures depicted the Princess Carline from
Raymond Feist's books as she may have been when she
first learned of the death of each of her three loves.
From the teen girl in the throes of her first tragic
heartbreak, to the young adult who has seen the cost of
war and finds herself once again paying the price, and
finally to the thirty something who knows, in this
society, she will be alone for the rest of her life.
Taylor had let out a cry and tossed the book to the
ground in denial when she had gotten to that scene. For
whatever reason that character had touched her soul, and
now she was pouring her soul back into the character.
He looked into Carline's eyes. What he saw...
"Oh!"
Spell broken, he turned to look at Taylor who had walked
in. She had put a Strawberry Shortcake apron on, and was
holding a can of green beans. She gave him a shy smile,
always nervous when he was looking at her art.
"It's not done yet. I got distracted reading, but I
still have to do some of the background..." She trailed
off as Fred turned to give the painting another look. He
turned to her, smiling.
"I'm buying these three when you're done." She blew a
raspberry.
"Yeah, right. Beans OK for dinner?"
***
"The one thing that's bothering me about that book,"
Taylor said, playing with her fork, "is the racism. I
mean, you were right and it's great, and funny as hell,
but I mean!" Fred swallowed down his fish and laughed.
"I know. Actually, the racism is what I love about it."
She gave him a funny look, which he expected, so he went
on half in teacher mode. "I mean, look at it. It's a
first person account of his travels in Central America
in 1840. Everyone in the US was racist, and he's
traveling around a land where Black slaves have been
freed and everyone is of mixed race. So what does the
writer do? He portrays himself as someone who spouts
racist views as if they were truth but then has everyone
around him looking much better in comparison.
"I mean, take that dinner scene with the British officer
in the beginning. They seat him between two half black
guys and laugh at him for coming from a slave country,
and the narrator has to admit his companions seemed as
civilized as anyone. To me, at least, it's as subversive
as can be."
"Huh." She thought about it for a minute, then nodded.
"I see what you mean. It's just... unexpected nowadays."
Fred sighed.
"That's the problem. How can you understand the past if
it's censored? I mean, the copies you're reading are
from the 1960's because all newer printings edit out all
the race stuff and just leave in the history and
archeology. Bullshit! Remove the context, and what's
left is just random data." Fred took a drink. "And that
is my rant for the evening."
Taylor laughed, and took her own drink of water.
"So when does he get to the Mayan ruins we're going to?"
"Not till the end. He goes to Merida, the city we'll be
staying in, at the end of the second volume where he
also goes to Uxmal. It's not till the second two volumes
that he goes to Chichen Itza."
Taylor just stared at him, jaw dropping.
"I have to read HOW much in two weeks?!?"
Fred got a twinkle in his eye.
"Oh, I'll make it worth your while..."
***
Taylor groaned.
She was on all fours nude on the bedroom rug. Raising
her ass in invitation and submission, she was trembling
waiting for him to take her. Her long brown hair lay
along her back, like a mane, or reigns. She could feel
her mate caressing her round bottom, and she moaned
again. God, the things he made her feel with the
slightest touch. Suddenly she felt a hand gather the
ends of her hair, and then with a thrust he was in her.
She pushed back and shuddered.
The cock that had created her child was fully in her
again, filling her completely. Holding her ass still
with one hand, the other pulling slightly on her hair to
force her head up, Fred pulled out almost to the tip
then slammed into her. He was going hard and fast
tonight, and unable to move her body she closed her eyes
and swung her head back and forth at the limit of her
taut hair.
This is what she wanted. Her Mate was breeding her. He
was going to give her his seed, over and over, and she
would give him as many babies as she could. Eyes
unseeing her head turned to the right and she imagined
another bitch naked there, waiting for her turn to be
serviced by the alpha male.
Taylor's breathing quickened. A pack of women, being
bred by her mate. All of them pregnant by him...
She came, raising her head in a half scream. Taylor
clamped down on his cock, and after a half dozen more
strokes he released into her. Releasing her hair, he
stopped thrusting and caressed her back and ass. Her
head dropped to the ground, arms barely able to keep her
on all fours, and she imagined his seed rushing past
their baby in her womb.
"Oh, Taylor, my love..." Fred just knelt there behind
her, and they both slowly came back down to Earth.
"Fred..."
Taylor then gave a silent chuckle. "I wonder if I should
tell him about THIS fantasy?"
***
Fred looked around the hotel room, then tossed the bags
on the floor. Walking over to the single queen sized
bed, he fell over onto his face, bouncing twice before
coming to a stop. A loud snoring sound was soon heard,
which got him a laugh and a light swat on the butt. He
turned over to see Taylor standing next to him with a
tired expression on her face.
"Is air travel always that bad?" She sat down next to
him with a plop, and as Fred sat up she leaned against
his large frame. It had been a long day. Thirteen hours
with two layovers, the second being four hours in Texas.
That was too long to be in Texas. "I wanna sleep..."
Fred looked at the clock. 9:35 PM. He closed his eyes,
did some mental calculations, carried the one, then
sighed.
"No, we really should go out and take a quick walk."
"But whyyyyyyyyyy?" Taylor used her best little girl
voice, but Fred's complaining had never worked on his
father while on vacation so he wasn't about to let such
outbursts affect him today. He reached up and petted her
head.
"Well, first, if things are still open we can get a jump
on things. I'd love to find out the best way to get to
the various Mayan sites. Second, and more importantly,
I'm starved. Come on, don't you want your first meal in
a foreign country?"
"Doesn't eating in Canada count?" Taylor looked up at
him, pleading. "I guess not. Sigh... OK, you win. You
big meanie."
Five minutes later they were walking back out into the
warm night air.
Merida was the largest, well maybe the only, city in the
Yucatan Mexico. About a two hour bus ride from the
tourist Mecca of Cancun, it was more up Fred's alley
than that tourist trap. Not only did it have an historic
old city to explore, but from there you could easily go
out to the ancient ruins that were his passion. No
beaches, though. Taylor would just have to deal.
The hotel, sort of a mid range affair, was just inside
the old city. A few blocks to the right the streets
became modern and sterile, with the occasional attempt
to mimic the past. Turning to the left, though, led you
into the heart of the city, the part with hundreds of
years of history, of building and rebuilding. Narrow
stone paved streets, lined with three story stucco
covered buildings.
Fred and Taylor walked down these hand in hand, the way
well lit, just enjoying each other's company. Taylor
noticed other couples, including teens, and the odd
smattering of tourists. Passing one small plaza ringed
by statues and columns, she saw every shadow contained a
young couple standing and kissing. They were ignored by
the world around them, society respecting their illusion
of privacy due to the lack of any other place for them
to go. She squeezed Fred's hand.
After a few blocks they found themselves at the edge of
the main plaza, and Taylor was enchanted. The large
square was full of trees, benches, and happy people. To
the left was a huge stone church, its doors open
although she wasn't sure if there was a mass. A series
of archways ran down two sides of the plaza, behind
which were shops and such. Fred was looking that way,
and gave a happy shout.
"A tourist place! And the door's open!" He pulled her
along, and Taylor was very amused to see this side of
him. Fred had warned her that sightseeing to him was
serious business, and this 33 year old's inner child was
out in full force. And this was probably just the
beginning...
They had caught the helpful employees five minutes
before they were going to lock the doors for the night,
and ten minutes later Fred led her out holding a bag
full of pamphlets and maps. You'd think they had just
been in a toy store. Soon they were seated in a small
restaurant and going over their loot.
"So," said Fred, taking a swig from the bottle of water,
"I say we start by doing Chichen Itza tomorrow. Bus
station is only a half hour walk from here and the first
bus leaves at 8 AM, so..."
"Nooo!" Taylor gave her little girl pout, which wasn't
much different than her normal pout except she wasn't
serious when she used it.
"Suck it up."
She raised an eyebrow at this.
"Right here? Only if we get to sleep in!"
"Ha!" Fred just grinned at her. Leaning back in his
chair, he looked around and gave a content sigh. "My
parents use to take us on tons of vacations. Dad drove,
to save money, and we usually camped for the same
reason. They didn't buy expensive luxuries, but instead
took us to see incredible places. I wouldn't change that
experience for anything." He raised an eyebrow at
Taylor. "So, if you're going to be my woman you're going
to have to adapt. Our kids are going to go through the
same thing and I'll need you on my side."
Grinning, she leaned over and took his hand.
"So, this trip is to break me in, is it?"
***
He carried her into the hotel room, closing the door
with his foot. Fred almost threw her onto the bed, but
quickly ruled that out and instead dropped her three
inches onto the mattress. Taylor looked up at him with
lust in her eyes, and he let his roam over her. The
white perfect skin, the baby doll t-shirt and denim
shorts... the shirt had to go. Standing on the floor
next to her, he grabbed the bottom of the blue t-shirt
and pulled it up over her head, but when he got to her
wrists he suddenly twisted and tied it, causing her to
give a surprised cry.
Her eyes followed his every move as he softly ran his
hands back down her arms, down her sides, then up to her
naked breasts. They already looked a little bigger, and
he gently explored each square inch to check. Maybe the
taste had changed. He leaned down and went back over
them with his tongue. No, she was sweaty and trembling,
but that was normal. Fred's mouth slowly made its way
down to her belly, and she moaned as he kissed the
slight swell. The denim was in his way, so he paused to
remove it and everything else below the waist.
As he removed the last sock her legs fell onto the bed
already spread, and Fred followed through on this end by
running his hands up each leg, meeting at her pink slit.
Taylor had offered to re-grow her bush, as he actually
liked how that looked, but for now he liked her the way
he had found her. Well, with the addition of a baby
inside her. His hands move over her smooth skin and then
into the hot wetness. She was bucking at him, wanting
more, and he had the sudden thought that he needed rope.
Now that would be something to ask the hotel desk for!
Smiling, he grabbed her legs and lowered his head to
taste her.
Taylor's eyes were closed, and she just concentrated on
each jolt of pleasure. Her cries and moans seemed to be
a second language, correctly interpreted by her lover...
ahh, left... ohh, harder... toes curled against his
back, keep doing that. Finally she just shuddered...
five seconds... ten. Then she collapsed, and Fred moved
to undress and lay down next to her. He undid her arms,
and she rolled into him.
"How am I suppose to walk all day tomorrow after that?"
she asked. Taylor was still shaking, so he ran his hands
gently over her back, giving her bottom the attention it
deserved as well.
"It won't happen again if you don't."
Taylor gave her little girl pout again at this.
"That's not fair!"
His hands moved up to her shoulders and gently indicated
a downward direction.
"Suck me, and maybe I'll reconsider."
He didn't.
***
The pyramid was... incredible.
Fred just had to stop as soon as it came into view. The
path from the visitor's center curved through the jungle
trees, one minute nothing but green in front of you and
the next the huge open clearing with the step pyramid in
the center. Long wide staircases led up to the very top,
and seeing that tourists were already up there Fred knew
the first thing he was going to do.
"My god..." Taylor was speechless beside him, her
shoulder bag with their drinks and such in it almost
slipping to the ground before she caught it. She finally
understood.
"No, not your god, and you may want to be thankful for
that." Fred smiled down at her, and took Taylor's hand.
"I don't think they required virgins for their
sacrifices so if someone offers to take you to a church
service here politely refuse."
Laughing, she let him lead the way into the city.
From the top, the view was even better. They walked
around, and through, the small temple that capped the
pyramid, often pausing to just stand and stare in wonder
or take a photo. In one direction was a huge mass of
free standing columns, ending at another large temple.
Turning right from that you could see the observatory
popping out from the jungle, and he wondered how much
more beautiful it would have seemed to Stephens and his
artist friend Frederick Catherwood when there was NO
clearings at all. There is something to just leaving a
ruin in its natural state.
The decent was more interesting than the climb, as there
were no hand holds apart from a rope they had strung up
the middle of the stair case. Fred opted to climb down
on all fours backwards. Dignity doesn't matter to the
dead!
The rest of the morning was spent exploring. Fred had
chosen not to hire a guide, as family tradition was just
to wander around at your own pace. You may learn less,
but it's much more fun. They climbed up inside the main
structure, after which Fred decided losing a few pounds
might be good. He was rather pissed at those with him in
that ancient holy chamber. The Mayans built over old
holy sites instead of tearing them down, and at the
center of the pyramid was an alter, protected from the
elements. Next to it was a sign, saying not to take
flash photos so as not to damage the sensitive paints.
So what do the bozos do? They all whip out their
cameras. The historian in him wanted to bash their heads
in.
By early afternoon, Fred and Taylor had seen most of the
site. They were wandering along the edge of the cleared
jungle, still laughing about the bats. Taylor had stood
inside a darkened doorway for a photo, only to have
someone point above her shouting "Look at the bats!"
Fred doubted she had ever moved so fast before.
In front of them now were row after row of round stone
columns, up on a stone slab maybe six inches thick. The
columns themselves rose maybe ten or twelve feet,
towering over Fred and numbering in the hundreds. Seeing
them excited the artist in Taylor, and she ordered Fred
off a ways next to one so she could compose a photo the
way she wanted. Tired but in good spirits, he complied.
As Fred approached the columns, he was startled to
hear... a baby cry.
He paused. There it was again, somewhat muffled as if
someone was trying to silence the infant. Walking to the
side a bit, he tried to get a better view, and with the
third cry saw the shape of someone sitting against the
back side of the last column before the jungle took
over.
Taylor was quickly walking up behind him, a question on
her lips, but seeing how he was moving slowly she kept
quiet. When she came near he pointed to what was now
obviously a young woman and a baby, and she nodded.
Taking his hand, they walked towards her.
The woman was crying. She was young, maybe close to
Taylor's age although of a larger and curvier build,
with black hair falling just past her shoulders and
light brown skin. She had on a white blouse, of the
style they'd seen other locals wear, and faded jeans.
The baby, clad in a cloth diaper, was feeding on her
right breast, and as she rocked back and forth in the
shadow of the column tears just flowed from her eyes.
Taylor gave Fred a look, squeezing his hand, and he
looked up into the sky with exasperation. Was Lisa going
to drop beautiful women in distress in front of him
everywhere he went? His hand got another squeeze to get
his attention, so he put his mind to the matter at hand.
Leaning over, he whispered to Taylor.
***
The woman looked up at the noise, and saw a young girl
slowly walking towards her. She was pale, almost white,
and so thin for a moment Anita though she was a spirit.
The black t-shirt, with the odd name 'Nightwish' written
in blue, and the denim shorts however marked her as part
of the real world. This oddly made her even more scared,
and she tightened her grip on her daughter who kept
emptying her breast. The stranger stopped, smiled a
nervous but real smile, and with both hands outlined the
curve of her belly. Anita was only confused for a moment
before realizing that this too was a mother. She tried
to dry her eyes with her free hand. Too much was going
on. She just wanted...
Looking up, she saw the girl was now kneeling a few feet
in front of her. She was older than Anita had thought,
with long brown hair that almost touched the ground. She
was holding out a tissue, and it took a second for Anita
to figure out why. Giving a faint smile in thanks, she
took it, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. A fussing
baby indicated meal time was over, so dropping the
tissue to the ground she put her breast back inside,
brought her baby up for a quick burp, then left her
pressed against her chest. Looking up, the newcomer was
smiling at her with one hand on her own belly.
"She's beautiful."
Anita almost jumped at the sound. Well, that solved the
question of where this girl was from. Her English was
OK, but trust an American to not bother to check.
"Do you speak English?" Anita smiled at that question.
Give the girl a chance to ask before assuming she's
arrogant!
"Yes, some." The stranger smiled.
"Good. My Spanish is horrible. I'm Taylor."
"Anita." The two nodded at each other. Anita was still
too wary for a hand shake.
"And sitting behind me so you don't get nervous is my
boyfriend, Fred." Anita's eyes shot up and saw him over
Taylor's head. He was sitting 20 feet away next to a
canvas tote bag, watching both them and the rest of the
visible area. He was somewhat heavy set, wearing a black
shirt with some writing on it, jeans, and a blue hat
with a yellow buffalo. When he saw her attention was on
him he smiled, tipping his hat.
"Fred was afraid he might scare you, if your problems
were due to some guy." Taylor blushed, indicating some
history here. "He's nice like that. Plus," she went on,
"there was always the chance you were bait in some evil
scheme. He's silly like that as well."
"Caution is good." She was now trying to figure out how
to get away from these people. This wasn't helping. No
one could help. She had to...
Anita looked down at her baby again and the tears came
back. The stranger started to reach for her, and she
reared back, pressing against the stone column.
"Go away!" She whispered in a harsh voice. Anita closed
her eyes. Why couldn't they see... she just wanted to do
what she had to do.
"Let us help." It was a male voice, and close. Her eyes
shot open and she saw the man was now sitting next to
and slightly behind the girl. His black shirt said "I'm
a Professional, but not at this", and his brown eyes
looked at her with pity and kindness. She wanted
neither. Anita started to make a move to stand, when
suddenly the man's eyes got wide and his hand went to
his girl's bare leg, gripping it tightly.
"Tell us why you have to do it."
She froze, looking back in horror. The girl in front of
her looked at him in puzzlement.
"Fred? What is she going to do."
He kept his gaze on Anita, glancing down at the now
sleeping form in her arms then back, his hand caressing
his companion's leg.
"She is alone, with no place to go, hoping nobody will
see her in this far off corner. Later, when few are
around, she will walk to the giant water filled sink
hole we saw, where the Mayans use to make sacrifices,
and..."
"No!" Taylor cried.
"Go Away!!!"
"Not until you tell us why," he continued. "Not until we
know."
Anita collapsed into a ball, holding her baby to her
chest. no no no no no... her throat was suddenly
parched, and looking up she tried to speak but couldn't.
In an instant the girl (Taylor?) was beside her, arms
going around her in unwanted comfort, and the man Fred
had his water bottle out and held to her lips.
Instinctively she took it and drank. The coolness flowed
through her... she hadn't realized how bad she had let
herself get out here. How dehydrated.
"I want to tell you a story," the man said. She was
drawn to his eyes. "There once was a flood, and a man
was trapped on the roof of his house. He cried out in
prayer to God to save him from this, to bring him to
safety. An old rowboat came by with a neighbor in it,
and the neighbor told him, 'Jump in the boat and I will
save you!' The man shook his head, and said that god
would save him. He prayed again. A little while later a
larger boat with a dozen people on board came by. 'Come
with us', they cried, 'there's plenty of room!' But he
said no, he trusted in God. Soon after a small Navy ship
sailed by, but yet again the man stayed, yelling out to
God 'Save Me!' But the water kept rising, and in the end
it rose above the roof and the man drown."
Fred reached his hand out and caressed the baby's head,
then took one of Anita's lifeless hands.
"When the man got to heaven, he ran up to God and
yelled, 'I prayed to you to save me! Why did you let me
die?' God looked down in pity at the poor fool, and
replied... 'I sent you three boats."
"I can't say we're from God, but... let us help."
***
It had started with a touch.
Anita had been proud of her job, desk clerk at age 24 of
the Hotel Mayaland. She was good at it, she met people
from around the world, and as it was right inside the
park she could walk around the wonders of Chichen Itza
every day and commune with the spirits of her ancestors.
She loved her life.
Then... he had come. A new manager for the hotel,
attractive, confident... and with eyes only for her. His
hands had brushed Anita's when reaching for a room key,
and she felt a jolt right down to her soul. She gave
herself to him that very evening, and every one from
then on. She loved him.
When she discovered she was with child, he was ecstatic.
He wanted a son. He put her in an un-renovated room at
the hotel, so she could be close to him, so she gave up
her apartment. When the doctor said she was carrying a
daughter, she figured telling him could wait. After all,
what difference would it make? Her family disowned her
for having a child like this, but he loved her. Love was
all that mattered. Love and the baby.
A few days before the birth, he was forced to go off for
a month. Business. She gave birth to a beautiful girl...
but in the letters just let him assume it was a son.
Best to tell him in person, right? He would
understand...
"He... he told me to get rid of it! Get rid of it and
give him a son! When I said no... today he fired me.
Kicked me out of my room. I spent all my money on the
baby!!!" Anita took a fist and punched her head. "Stupid
stupid stupid! Why?!? Why did I?!?"
"Shhhh..."
Fred lifted Anita up and put her in his lap. She didn't
resist, but instead put her face into his chest and
cried. Taylor just gazed at Fred, memories of when that
was her flooding her thoughts. Fred looked down at his
new companion. She was probably three or four inches
taller than Taylor, but much fuller with soft curves. He
ran a hand down her back, speaking softly.
"It's OK. It's not your fault. We'll help you and your
baby... what's her name?"
Anita raised her head, sniffling.
"Violet. After the girl in 'The Incredibles'." Fred
couldn't help but grin down at the beautiful mother in
his arms.
"That's a beautiful name."
The three of them sat like that for a few more minutes,
then Fred sat Anita up and she slid off his lap,
embarrassed. Violet was starting to stir, so Taylor
asked if she could hold her. She immediately started
practicing how to spoil a baby.
"OK," Fred said, putting his arms back and stretching
his back. "We have to decide what to do, at least what
to do today. Anita, do you have anyone you can go to?"
"I... no." She hung her head. There was nobody she
wanted to burden with all this.
"Well... it's just an idea, but... our hotel is in
Merida. Do you think that might be a place where you
could find a job, or at least help?"
"Merida? I don't know..."
"You can stay with us for a day or three, we're here
till Sunday. I'll see if the hotel can put a cot in our
room," he added, seeing her look. "I never make advances
on women I save the first evening." She surprised
herself by laughing.
"What about the second night?"
Fred gave a smirking glance at Taylor.
"Going by experience, by that time they've fallen head
over heels for me and just jump me themselves."
Taylor managed to turn a brand new shade of red at that.
***
Within the hour they were on one of the last buses back
to the city. Fred had gotten a funny look when buying
just a one way ticket, but he claimed to have lost his.
Being a stupid tourist was an excuse they were happy to
believe. There were only two seats on each side of the
aisle, so he had Taylor, Anita and the baby sit together
and he sat behind them.
Gods, what a day.
What the hell was he going to do? Could he, really, do
anything? Who knows. He put his head back and just
enjoyed the air conditioning. He could hear the two
women getting to know each other, although they were too
quiet for him to pick up the actual words. Probably for
the best. Taylor's opinions about him could be...
embarrassing. He hoped her secret fantasy about her
being part of his breeding harem didn't come up. Oh,
yes, he knew about that one. Hard not to, when she
unknowingly speaks about it during sex. It was a fun
idea, but come on, really... then again, he never
thought he'd be starting to get into restraining her
either.
It was about 6 PM when they got to the bus station, and
after a quick feeding of the baby they went on a
shopping spree. Baby stroller that could double as a
bed, diapers, clothes for Anita... it's amazing how
little two women can spend when they know exactly what
they want and one of them doesn't want to be in debt to
the one paying. Fred still sighed when he got the bill,
although partly out of theatrics.
They found a rather nice restaurant on the way back to
the hotel, and ended up at a table half on a balcony
overlooking the stone lined street. The waiter was
definitely giving Fred an interesting look when he took
their order, what with him dining with two beautiful
young females, one pregnant and the other with a 5 week
old. Must think him quite the stud.
"So you teach?" Anita asked, looking much better then
she had a couple hours ago. She had changed into a short
blue dress, which did nothing to hide her curves. Fred
and Taylor were still in tourist garb, much to Taylor's
annoyance.
"Yup. 7th grade U.S. History."
"Hmm..." She picked at what was left of her salad.
"Teach anything about Mexico?"
"Well, the war, but I assume the way I teach it is a
little different than how they cover it in your
schools." She laughed.
"Most likely."
"Am I right that you're Mayan?"
"Yes," she said, happily surprised. "My family says they
go back before the conquest, that there are Kings in our
past."
"Ah!" Fred exclaimed, leaning forward. "So, if we take
you to Uxmal, you can show us all the secret passages
and the secret words to get in!" Taylor was watching
this exchange with amusement, and Anita shot her a
glance before leaning towards Fred.
"Yes! In fact..." She leaned closer, just a few inches
away. Her cleavage suddenly became a third party in the
conversation. "...do you want to hear what the secret
word is?" He leaned closer, and she put her red lips
right up to his ear.
"OPEN!" She shouted.
Fred pulled his head back with a cry, and Taylor almost
fell off her chair laughing. Anita sat back, an impish
grin on her face. Laughing, Fred pointed at her and said
to Taylor,
"I like this one."
***
The hotel room door closed.
The new cot had been set up in front of the TV, which
didn't leave much walking room but nobody cared much.
The woman at the hotel desk had been helpful when a
version of the situation had been explained to her, and
Fred was only being charged an extra $15 a night. Not
bad. He took off his shoes and socks, and sat in the one
comfy chair in the room. There wasn't much to their
accommodations. Bed, TV, bathroom, and a desk which now
held the baby bed. They did have a concrete balcony
though with high walls and a hot tub, and both girls
were eying it. There hadn't been a chance to test if out
before.
"So, Fred..."
"Yes, my love?"
"Wanna play in the hot tub?" Taylor gave a sexy smile,
and enough hidden promises in that question to bring
Fred to full attention. He raised an eyebrow, and
glanced at Anita.
"We have a guest. No playing tonight."
"I bet she'd like a nice soak as well." Taylor took
Anita's hand, and smiled at her. The older girl blushed
a bit, and smiling looked down at the floor.
"We didn't get me a bathing suit..." Her protest didn't
have much behind it, and Fred was beginning to wonder if
this was all planned.
"That's OK, Fred and I didn't bring any ourselves..."
"Taylor."
She looked at him, startled. He stood up and walked over
to her, putting his hands on her small shoulders. Taylor
looked up at him nervously, wondering if he was going to
take her to task. Fred probably should. He looked over
at Anita, and saw something in her eye that made him
change his mind.
"Taylor, she's been through a lot. Talk it over for a
few minutes." He smiled down at her then, and brushed
her hair back from her face a bit. "I'm going to start
the hot tub up and get in. If someone wants to join me
later I'll be up for that." Fred gave her butt a quick
squeeze, then turned and walked out the glass doors. He
studied the instructions and started things, keeping
half an eye on the room. The two girls talked for a bit,
then moved out of sight. Shrugging, he removed his
clothes and got in.
"Ah..."
A couple minutes later he heard the glass doors open,
and looking up he saw Taylor and Anita walking out onto
the deck wearing blue towels. They stopped just far
enough away that they were fully visible. Taylor played
with the end of the towel.
"May we join you?"
"Always."
Both towels dropped.
They were an example in contrasts. Pure white skin and
light chocolate. Thin boney limbs and smooth full
curves. Small firm tits and large slightly sagging
breasts. Long brown hair and short black. Smooth shaved
pelvis and a thick, black triangle.
"You're both beautiful."
They smiled, and after they'd posed enough walked
towards him. He moved aside in the water and first
Taylor then Anita stepped up and into the tub. They
spaced themselves evenly, nervous, not touching. Taylor
leaned back, just enjoying the jets, and the others
followed suit.
"Fred..." He looked towards Anita.
"Fred, I want... I want to thank you for today. I...
you, and Taylor, you were a friend and... I didn't know
how much I needed a friend. Thank you." Once again her
eyes were full of tears, but this time it was for the
right reasons.
"It was an honor."
She hesitated again, then asked,
"Can I hug you?"
For an answer Fred held out his hand, and taking it
Anita pulled herself into his side. Her soft body melted
against his harder one, and their arms went around each
other. Pulling her head back slightly, Anita looked into
his eyes for a moment then leaned in and kissed him. It
was the sweetest kiss he had ever felt, offering love
and friendship in equal parts. Their lips parted,
tongues just barely touching.
She pulled back, and Fred reached up and followed the
line of her jaw bone with his finger. Turning in his
embrace, Anita looked at Taylor who was open mouthed and
close to touching herself.
"Taylor, thank you for today. I never knew I could find
a friend like you. May I hug you?"
She held out her hand, and Taylor flowed over to her and
they embraced, creating an Anita sandwich. Very
hesitantly, Anita brought Taylor's face up to hers and
they kissed. It was obviously new to her, but Taylor
went slow and poured so much love into it Anita soon
lost any concern about the gender of her lovers.
Fred watched them for a moment, then ran his hands along
Anita's sides, then up to cup her breasts. They were
large, over flowing his hands, and he explored the
experience. His lips went to the back of her neck, and
when he nibbled she broke her kiss with Taylor and
gasped. Turning, she kissed him again, this time with
full open mouth and hands roaming. Taylor took her turn
exploring the naked back before her, and her lips
traveled back and forth along her neck and shoulders.
"I want..." Anita's weight started to shift towards
Fred, and sensing this he half picked her up and moved
her so she was straddling his legs, his now hard cock
between them and resting on her stomach. She reached
down with both hands and examined it, testing the size
and hardness. Fred put his hand on her shoulder and
asked,
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. A sudden flash of information made it into
his blood starved brains.
"Has it been long enough since..."
She nodded again, and looking Fred in the eye raised her
body up seven inches, then down. They both groaned.
Anita then gasped when a pair of hands from behind
grabbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. The hands
started to lift the breasts, and Anita raised herself up
trying to stay ahead of them. Then suddenly the hands
started pulling her breasts down, and she lowered
herself. Up, and down, Taylor controlled the speed of
their fucking. When Anita started increasing the speed
on her own, Taylor moved to their side and kissed first
one of them then the other, almost to the point of
cumming herself.
"Oh, Dios...!"
Anita was almost there, moving as fast as she could, her
breasts flopping and spraying a small bit of milk out
onto Fred's chest. When Taylor moved to lick him clean,
Fred could no longer hold it. He let go into Anita,
grabbing her hips. She felt his seed and came herself,
more powerful than any she'd felt before. She seemed to
ripple around his hardness for ages, although it was
probably seconds. Finally she collapsed into Fred's
arms, and Taylor put her arms around both of them.
Wearily, Fred turned to his love and mate.
"She followed me home, can I keep her?"
***
He had a family.
That's the only way Fred could describe the feelings he
had as the three of them made their way through the
streets of Merida. Well, five, although two weren't
doing much walking and one of those really couldn't see
all that much from where they were. They had slept late,
partly due to being awoken at various points by Violet
and partly due to the resulting time up together leading
to sex. He didn't know how common that was among new
parents, but this wasn't a common situation.
Fred looked down at Anita, who was walking on his left
holding onto his arm while he pushed the carriage. He
could see what had attracted the scumbag manager, as
there was such life and sparkle in her face and eyes.
Her body also moved in rather interesting ways, her hips
setting a tempo that made you want to do more than
dance. But they had also talked long into the night, and
the mind in her was incredibly sharp. She was well read,
even if she tended to limit herself to a few subjects,
and she was quick to see the humor in things. If she had
a habit of not seeing the truth about certain men...
well, it was a common flaw.
He was falling in love.
Fred glanced to his right at Taylor, who was
possessively holding onto his right arm. Her light body
was practically bouncing, and she kept a constant stream
of conversation going through him to Anita. He had known
that Taylor had at least been with women in the past. As
she had said once, sort of quoting Kathleen Turner in
'Romancing the Stone', "Hey, I went to college". He also
knew of her harem/breeding pack fantasy. But...that she
showed no jealousy still surprised him. That she could
still surprise him, made Fred love her even more. She
seemed to be falling for the brown skinned beauty as
well, and she was completely taken with Violet. Was this
fate?
Once again Fred wondered if he should thank/blame Lisa
or some other spiritual agent. He had no beliefs in that
area, but it was a fun way to personify blind chance and
luck.
"So," Taylor said, turning her face up to him and
interrupting her girl talk, "where to next?" They had
made it to the main plaza, from which all roads flowed.
Today was an explore the town day, with no plans to deal
at all with the future. It was also Thanksgiving, and
they would certainly be doing that. Tomorrow they would
think about Anita's situation.
Fred let go of the baby carriage handle and got out the
guide book. Anita took this time to check on her little
girl, who promptly tried to eat her finger. Taylor gave
the infant a mock growl.
"Hey, you don't know where that's been!" This got a
suitable blush from Anita, who gave her new friend a shy
smile. Taylor smiled back and offered her finger to the
baby, who promptly sampled this new delicacy. Both women
laughed.
"There's an art gallery through that large archway
there," Fred said, pointing down a wide, stone paved
alley. "Wanna give it a try?" The girls were up for it,
so off they went. It was a nondescript doorway, not
giving them much hope, but once inside they found what
was probably an old industrial or storage building
converted to large art filled rooms. Taylor was in her
element. She almost floated from exhibit to exhibit,
sometimes staring at a particular work for awhile as she
just absorbed it. Fred noticed her hands would make
slight brushing motions, and he decided then and there
he'd try and get her some paint and paper before the day
was out. The works were all Mexican and mostly modern,
and rather good. They drifted through the rooms.
While they were going rather slowly, at one point they
caught up with a couple going even slower. It was a
young woman, maybe college aged, and man maybe a few
years older. As they went from painting to painting the
man was going on at great length about each piece, his
hand on the woman's back as she soaked in the art and
his interpretation.
Even without Anita's translation, or even having to look
at the smirk on her face, Fred could tell the guy was
doing everything in his power to point out all the
romantic elements in these works, working his magic to
show his sensitive artistic side and hopefully get her
in not just the mood, but ready to jump him. He was just
being so... obvious about it that Fred had to laugh.
When the Romeo happened to glance their way Fred took
the chance to give each of his ladies a quick kiss, and
with them pressing their bodies against him they walked
into the next room. Anita took a glance back, and turned
back to Fred trying to stop from breaking down laughing.
"Oh, Dios, he's pointing us out to her as an example of
what he's been talking about!"
"Well, if I can help one man get into a threesome my job
is done."
They suddenly heard the sound of a large slap and angry
words.
"... or protect a woman from a jerk. That works too."
***
Taylor was not one, she had always told people, for deep
thought. Deep thoughts led to depression, to seeing
problems that couldn't be fixed. Much more for her were
fantasies, imagining a possible happy future without
concern for realism. That this at times meant she wasn't
paying attention to the here and now had led to much of
the pain in her life, which only caused her to try and
imagine a perfect future even more.
Thus, the fact she was now trying to seriously work out
what to do was unusual. Taylor blamed Fred. He had made
her so happy, given so much love to her, and caused so
much of her dreams come true that fantasy wasn't needed.
Hell, she even now had a co-wife kinda!
... And she didn't want to lose that. Her eyes slid over
to Anita, who was sitting on the bench next to Fred
talking about some statue of a famous guy near them. She
loved Anita. Love, for Taylor, tended to come easily.
She had fallen for Fred the moment she had stumbled out
of the lake and fell into his arms. She had also fallen
for the dickwad who had forced her to make that horrible
swim seconds after first seeing him, so it wasn't really
a good trait to have. But that didn't make the love any
less real.
She wanted Anita to be with them. Come home with them.
Be her sister mare getting bred by the hunky stallion...
No! This wasn't some fantasy. It wasn't some story where
they could just invent a totally unrealistic happy ever
after. I mean, there were serious problems to consider!
They'd need a bigger bed...
No! Well, yes, but that's not the issue! What if she
doesn't want to come? What if Fred thinks this is just a
vacation fling? Although, that might not be an issue...
What if Fred loves her more than me?
That, Taylor realized, was the first step. Figure out
where they all stood. Talk about it. She thought she
could be jealousy free about it. Certainly, there had
been none so far. Her love for Fred was total and
unconditional, and she thought she could share. Maybe...
"Hey."
Fred was looking at her, and as often seemed the case it
was like he could see right into her soul. One reason
she had always assumed there wasn't much too her was
that everything was just on the surface for anyone to
see. But there were depths, even if Fred seemed to
always find his way down there to keep her company.
"Fred... Anita... can we talk?"
Fred cocked an eyebrow at her, then looked over at their
new friend. Anita nodded, thinking she knew what this
was going to be about. Looking around, Fred saw a nice
empty piece of grass in the shade in this small park and
they left the bench to go sit in a circle. Anita held
Violet, and seeing she was starting to fuss decided it
was a good time for her snack. She and Fred looked over
at Taylor and let her start.
"Umm... I'm bad at this."
Fred reached over and held her hand.
"Just speak from the heart."
Anita also took her hand, smiling at the small woman.
"Well... we've known each other for... what, twenty four
hours?"
"Veinticuatro," Anita said with a straight face.
Taylor's eyes widened in surprise, then she laughed and
stuck her tongue out at her. She continued.
"Yeah, well... what I mean is, I know what I want. I
know how I feel. I also know it's too soon to have those
feelings. Fred made us wait when we first met, to make
sure we both weren't just in the moment or wanting the
first person who happened to come along. I ignored him
and stayed in love with him until he came around and
brought the subject up." She squeezed his hand, and the
look he gave back made her wet and just want to jump
him. "So, anyways, I don't like waiting. Anita, I... I
don't want us to leave without you."
Anita looked shocked. She just stared at the waif of a
girl. She... Her head whipped over to look at Fred, and
saw the brown haired man giving his woman a sad,
understanding look. What was going on here? She couldn't
be saying what she seemed to be...
"I love you, Anita"
"But... you and HIM!"
"You didn't think last night was just sex, did you?"
Anita lowered her head in shame and shook it. No. She
had never thought that. She wouldn't have done that if
she didn't feel, if they hadn't... she raised her eyes
and looked at Fred. He returned it, and squeezing her
hand smiled.
"I love you too. I don't know if it's the type of love
that will last, but at the very least it's the type that
will grow with constant care and attention."
Anita dropped her gaze again. Not even really knowing
she was doing it she switched Violet to the other
breast. She closed her eyes.
"I... don't know what to say."
"Say what you feel," Fred said. "Even if you don't think
you should feel it. And don't worry about what you think
we want to hear. I, at least, have no problem with the
word 'no' when it comes to these things."
Anita took a deep breath. And another. Then she grabbed
her water bottle and took a long drink. Taylor looked on
anxiously. Had she blown it? Had she driven her away?
"I... want to love you." Taylor put both hands over her
mouth, trying to keep from squealing for joy. "Both of
you. I think I love both of you. I've never... it's too
soon!"
She looked up at them, tears in her eyes.
"I can't love now! It's too soon! But if you go I don't
know what I'll do!"
Next thing she knew Fred had pulled her into his arms,
and Taylor was on the other side pressing against her.
They were both making cooing sounds like she was a baby,
which maybe she was. Maybe this kind of thing was common
in America.
"We can find a way," Fred was whispering. "It doesn't
have to be now. We can make the time you need."
"How?" Her nose was starting to run, and for the second
time in two days Taylor had a tissue out for her.
"Don't know. But I think it's time to start looking.
***
They had a couple options.
One, they find Anita a job and place to live, then worry
about the rest later. Taylor wanted none of that.
Two, they bring Anita home with them. This, Fred said,
was not likely for a host of reasons. She didn't even
have a passport.
Three, they get her a job and place to live and at the
same time set into motion whatever the final plan was.
Maybe they get her a job in the US near them, or she
visits for a month to see how compatible they really
are.
"She could just marry you!", Taylor suggested helpfully.
Anita blushed furiously, and Fred gave his partner a
questioning look.
"Well, that's the answer in the movies and in sitcoms,"
she continued, defensively. "You marry her, the three of
us live together and you father a dozen babies between
us!" That drew a reaction from Anita, and Fred just had
to laugh.
"Don't mind her. My companion here has a few fetishes
you haven't come across yet, and popping out babies is
one of them. We'll see if that survives an actual child
birth." He reached over to tweak Taylor's nose, and when
she stuck out her tongue he made to grab at it before
she pulled it back in laughing. Anita just shook her
head at them.
"I think my Violet is more grown up then you too."
Grinning, Fred reached over to tweak her nose, and a
short tickle fight broke out that only stopped when the
baby started crying. They also were starting to get
looks from passersby.
"I think we should get to work," Fred said, sitting up
and stretching. "It's... 3 PM. We passed an internet
cafe back there a bit. Why don't you two go see if you
can find some job leads and housing options for our
lovely friend here. I have some shopping to do then I'll
hit the computer room at the hotel. We'll meet back at
the room and decide about dinner. Is it a plan?"
It was.
***
Trust having to play with a government web site to drain
any remaining optimism.
Oh, OK, Fred had to admit, it hadn't been that bad. The
US government travel and immigration site was actually
laid out pretty well. Too well, in fact. It didn't take
long for each possibility to be tracked down and proven
to be impossible. No wonder people get frustrated with
the US, if this was what they had to go through to even
visit the place. He hadn't needed a visa to visit
Mexico, but to go in the other direction? Whew. Sticking
Anita in the back of a truck was suddenly an attractive
option.
He looked at the stack of printouts on the table beside
him in the hotel room. This was a choice she had to
make. He hoped they had had some luck in their searches,
because it was going to be a long road ahead.
And did he want to travel it himself? He wasn't rich. He
was barely sure things were going to work out with
Taylor and the baby. Forget all the emotional baggage
they'd have to wade through, could they make it work
practically?
I mean, they'd need a bigger bed.
Fred heard the lock click and in came his family. They
looked tired, but happy which was a good sign. Taylor
picked up a fussing Violet and started to change her as
Anita broke the baby buggy down into a bed. Fred stayed
out of their way- the nice thing about having two women
was they usually figured a third hand helping would just
get in the way. Once the kid was settled, they just
looked at each other and collapsed face first onto the
bed. Snoring could be heard. Laughing, Fred walked
behind them and leaned over to give both backs a rub,
starting at the shoulders and moving downwards. When he
reached their cute butts he gave each a hard squeeze,
and they jumped and flipped over, grabbing and pulling
him down between them.
They stayed like that for a while, cuddled together,
enjoying the air conditioning. Their hands started
wandering, and pretty soon Fred had a breast in each
hand which he was slowly kneading, and two hands had
made it down to his groin and were exploring his jean
covered cock. Anita moved her mouth over to his ear,
kissing the licking the lobe, and asked in a sexy but
not so quiet whisper,
"Fred... Taylor has been telling me about how you...
TAKE her. Could I see?"
Fred turned his head towards the Mayan girl and gave her
a long kiss. Breaking it, he stood up and walked over
towards a shopping bag he had put on the dresser.
Turning back towards the two now sitting girls, he
motioned them to stand and told Anita,
"Strip her."
Taylor stood still, body starting to shake, as what
little she had on was slowly removed. Anita couldn't
help but run her hands over the smooth skin before her.
She had never felt towards a female as she did towards
men, but Taylor... maybe the emotional connection
beneath those pillars transcended such petty things as
gender. Finally stepping back, she watched Taylor slowly
walk towards Fred head held high. She stopped a few feet
away, then like it was a royal ceremony turned around
and dropped to her knees then all fours. She arched her
ass up towards him.
Fred stepped forward and gathered her hair, laying it
along her back. Straightening he motioned Anita to come
over to him.
"Strip me."
She did, removing his clothing with the same care she
had done Taylor's. Her hands ran over his body- not
perfect, but he was hers... and Taylor's...
Anita stepped back as Fred dropped down to his knees
behind Taylor. She had been unable to see them back
there, and she was trembling. Fred ran his hands over
her ass, and felt down between her legs and found his
finger soaked. Turning his head he raised the finger up
to Anita, and blushing furiously she took it into her
mouth. Before last night she had never even tasted
herself, and now the taste of another woman was sending
shudders through her. Fred motioned her to stand in
front of Taylor, and once she was there she saw Fred
gather the end of that long mane, wrap it once around
his hand, and pull at the same moment he shoved himself
into her.
Taylor's head shot up, and her eyes locked with Anita's.
As Fred started pounding into her Taylor's mouth fell
open and she started rambling. Anita had never seen
something so... primal.
"Oh, fuck me... breed me... oh, my beautiful stallion...
cum in me... breed me..."
Unable to help it, Anita dropped her own clothing to the
floor. She knelt down in front of Taylor, not sure what
she intended, but Fred suddenly positioned Taylor's head
right in front of her right breast. Anita's body leaned
forward of its own accord, and Taylor's mouth went to
her nipple and started sucking. Oh, my god... Dios...
She had fed her child not that long ago so there wasn't
much left, but she could feel her milk squirting into
Taylor's mouth. Her hands moved up to hold the girl's
head in place, and she felt her own body moving back and
forth in rhythm with Fred's thrusts.
Suddenly Taylor's mouth released and her head threw
itself upwards.
"Cumming!" A couple extra squirts of milk hit her face,
and Anita just watched as Taylor's whole body stiffened
and trembled. She could practically see her clamp down
on Fred's cock, and with a groan he stopped thrusting
and held himself fully inside. Everyone held that
position for seemingly ages, then Fred slowly released
Taylor's hair and pulled out, and Taylor collapsed onto
the ground. Anita fell over to her left and found
herself propped up by the side of the bed. Her right
hand was between her legs, and she realized she had
given herself a small orgasm just watching. Fred was
leaning back on both hands, and gave her an exhausted
look.
"And that," he said, "is why I don't mind these
fantasies of hers..."
***
"So, we did find options," Taylor was saying. The three
were sitting leaning against the bed, still naked. The
two girls sat flanking Fred, and Taylor was going over
the notes she had made. "There are some apartments
available that Anita says are reasonably priced and in
reasonable neighborhoods. Shouldn't be too hard to set
her up in one, especially as it's almost the end of the
month. Jobs are another story, especially with a baby
added in, but there are a number she'd be good at. If he
left her with, say enough money for a month's worth of
food and rent she should be OK after that if need be."
"I don't want charity." Anita was looking at the floor.
She'd rather die than take... no, no, no, she wasn't
going there. She'd pay them back. That's it. It was...
"Think of it as a loan, Anita," Fred said, caressing the
back of her neck. "Just a loan to tide you over. I know
you'll pay us back." Anita looked up at him with tears
in her eyes, and he leaned down for a lingering kiss.
Taylor waited until they were done, then asked Fred what
he had found.
"Well, we don't have many options. You can't even visit
the US unless you have strong ties in your home country
that would force you to return, so in the short term
that's a no go. Same for work visas. We," he said,
looking at Taylor, "have a mighty high opinion of
ourselves as a country." She grinned back. "So."
"So?"
"So, Anita. You have to decide, and unfortunately
probably within a day or so. We can set you up down
here, maybe visit once a year..."
"No!" Taylor pulled on his arm, but he kept his eyes
locked on Anita. She was biting her lip.
"...and we will, probably, just evolve into friends as
you get on with your life here. Good friends." She
looked at him, and both hands slowly came over and
gripped his.
"Or... I can ask you to marry me."
Anita's eyes widened, then she looked away.
"You don't have to force yourself to do that. I can't
take you away from Taylor that way, if you marry anyone
it should be..."
Fred stood up, and walked over to the shopping bag. He
reached in and with his back turned to them asked both
women to stand next to each other. He turned around with
a small black box in each hand. Fred walked over and
knelt in front of the now shocked loves of his life, and
lifted a box up to each.
"Taylor, Anita, will you marry me?"
It took a full five seconds for their hands to get the
message from their shocked brains to reach down and take
the offered box and open it. Inside each was a simple
silver ring with a small diamond. Their eyes slowly
lifted to his, and each reached towards the other and
their trembling hands joined as they looked down on the
man whose love engulfed them. That love now poured out
of his eyes, and he had trouble getting the words out.
"The law may say I can only have one, and to be a family
it must be Anita, but I love you both so much, and I
want you to be with me always."
He took the sudden attack on his poor frame by the naked
pair as a "yes", although it was hard to tell.
***
Friday was a work day. The US Embassy in the city was
open, so they rented a car and driver for the day and
hit it as well as the most promising apartments. Nothing
could be started until Anita had an address and a
passport (luckily, she had run away in possession of her
IDs two days ago - had it only been that long?) so
mostly they were getting info and the lay of the land.
It would take time, money, and more time.
They actually got extremely lucky on the job front. A
business woman there to see about visiting Disney World
thought Anita's English and attitude were excellent, and
asked her to apply at a hotel in the business district.
It hadn't even come up on their job searches. She called
ahead to set up an interview, and within three hours the
job was taken care of. Anita was literally crying in
Fred's arms as they walked out to the car. It was as if
the slate was being wiped clean, and she could start her
life afresh. And she knew who she wanted to spend it
with.
One small one bedroom apartment later, the five of them
were having dinner at the best place they could find
within walking distance of the hotel. Fred claimed to be
spending what he had saved by getting them fake diamond
rings, but they weren't buying it.
"A toast!"
Fred raised his glass of diet Coke, and the others
followed suit.
"To a new family. To friends and lovers, and babies
current and future."
The glasses clinked, and they drank. Taylor then leaned
over and casually mentioned to Anita,
"You know he's not going to let you use birth control,
right?"
She almost choked, the drink going down the wrong pipe,
and Fred just put his head in his hands.
Saturday, their last full day, they went to Uxmal. The
Mayan ruins were even more spectacular, with incredible
carvings, but less crowded do to the distance from
Cancun. Once again they wandered by themselves,
occasionally yelling "Open!" at anything that looked
like it might be a door.
They had almost come around the full circle when they
walked up onto a long narrow mound topped by a long thin
structure. Each side had numerous doors, as well as
large arrow shaped openings near each end. Fred was
fascinated, taking a couple photos and wondering at the
carvings. Suddenly Taylor, who had the guide book, broke
down laughing.
"Oh my god! Fred, you see those arrows? How around the
top there seem to be different colored bricks around
each side?"
"Yeah, I noticed that. Funny."
"Well... oh, god, I can't stop laughing! They... they
think they were originally giant penises! And later
Mayans changed them!"
Fred's eyes opened wide, and he saw it. Yes, it was
obvious!
"What is it with you men and your penis?!?" laughed
Anita, just shaking her head.
"No idea," said Fred, looking around in renewed
amazement. "If I built a city I'd put giant boobs
everywhere."
***
That evening, they just made love slowly, not knowing
when they'd next meet. Taylor and Anita had their first
sixty nine, with Fred taking Anita from behind. Taylor
spent much of the time playing with Violet, the thought
of leaving her adopted daughter too much to bear. Fred
in the end had to pull her away and back to bed so Anita
could put their baby to sleep. They got their crying
done that night, while they had time to be comforted in
each other's arms.
The next morning, they were packed and heading to the
airport. The women were silent, just holding hands. Once
the luggage was out of the cab, Anita turned to them.
"Well... I should go. It never will be a good time to
say goodbye, but..."
Fred drew her into his arms, and she squeezed him
tightly.
"Never forget I love you," he whispered. "We'll be
together soon."
He stepped back and Taylor replaced him, doing her best
not to cry.
A few minutes later they had entered the airport, and
Anita got into the cab and checked on Violet. The cab
drove off towards her new apartment.
"So," asked the driver to the now single woman, "was
that friends or family?"
"Yes..."
***
It was so nice to be able to stand up in front of the
easel again without having to worry about tumbling over
into the paints like Humpty Dumpty. Taylor rubbed her
flat tummy, enjoying the feeling. Hard to believe
something THAT big had come out of her. She looked over
at Cindy, who was just lying there looking cute in her
pink blanket.
"Hope you enjoyed the ride, because I am NOT carrying
you again." Cindy at that point started to cry, and
immediately Taylor had her out of the basket and was
carrying her, singing a little song. They'd only been
home from the hospital for a few days, and hadn't really
fallen into a rhythm yet. It didn't help that Fred was
late.
"Where the hell is he," she sang to her baby sweetly.
"Is daddy leaving us alone instead of catering to our
every whim?" She laughed, and decided the problem was
hunger. She sat down and set Cindy to feeding. Taylor
did like how her breasts looked and felt now, and Fred
liked them too. The look she'd gotten when she jokingly
asked for implants confirmed that he loved her just the
way she was... however she looked at that given point.
She heard a car door slam. Ah, good, he was home. It was
taking him longer than usual to come in, though...
The front door opened, and in marched Fred carrying a
large suitcase and a six month old child in a white
dress. Behind him came a woman five months pregnant, and
Taylor shot to her feet, her hand going to her mouth.
"Honey, we're home!"
***
Next story: Taylor Con
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Edited by SciFi Nut
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