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Love Unexpected - 3
by Invid Fan (invidfan@localnet.com)
***
Sequel to "Incidents of Taylor". Wives. Kids. Fred had
it all... and when it came time to chose either them or
his career, it was no contest. Maybe a vacation to the
World Science Fiction Convention can relieve some of
their stress, although vacations never seem to go as
planned for this family. (FFM, 1st, bi, rom, preg)
***
Love Unexpeteced:
1.Tip a Canoe and Taylor Too
2.Incidents of Taylor
3.Taylor Con
4.Ghosts of Fort Niagara
***
Violet ran around the outside of the house, looking for
a Mommy.
The advantage to being the oldest child was you usually
had first crack at telling your side of the story, but
it still relied on getting to a parent first. At three
and a half, Violet was an old hand at this, but the
sheer number of parents she had to take into account was
often more than her young mind could deal with. However,
having that many people to love you more than made up
for it, and more often than not the little girl felt
pity for those with just one Mommy.
Violet rounded a bush, and stopped. This caused her
three year old sister Cindy to run into her, and they
both tumbled to the ground laughing. A giggling tickle
fight broke out, and it wasn't until she had her sibling
pinned to the ground that Violet remembered her quest.
She stood, brushing the grass from her shirt and knees,
and ran over to Mommy Taylor
"Mommy! Freddy hit me!" Cindy waddled up next to her,
nodding in support of big sister while sucking a thumb.
Cindy tended to support both sides in these disputes, as
if her brother and sister were in trouble then she
herself wasn't.
Taylor put the sleeping bag down next to the van, and
looked down at her daughters. Both were the splitting
image of their mothers. Violet had smooth shiny black
hair falling to her shoulders, skin the color of light
chocolate, bright brown eyes and a default impish
expression. She was growing fast, and while not fat was
rather solid. Not so little Cindy. Like Taylor she was
as thin as a stick and always seemed to be in danger of
blowing away. Her hair was long and brown and her skin
was almost pure white, but while Cindy's eyes were the
green of Taylor's they had the look of her father. They
seemed to convey deep thought, although at this point
the only thought involved whether to switch to sucking
the other thumb.
"Well, did you hit your brother first?" Taylor put her
hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow at them, trying
to act the tough parent. It wasn't easy. She was the
pushover in the family and everyone knew it.
Violet considered her answer. Lying was out of the
question. You couldn't lie to a Mommy, nor (shudder) to
Daddy! But, not saying something wasn't the same as
lying. What could she say to avoid the question...
Unfortunately, Cindy hadn't developed that sense of a
moral grey area yet.
"Violet was hitting Freddy, an' I was holding him, then
he got away and started hitting us!" This got Cindy a
mean look from her sister, which she ignored and went
back to sucking her thumb.
"Well," said Taylor, looking down at the duo, "that
seems fair to me." Just then the two and a half year old
in question came running around the house, waving a Nerf
bat and yelling. The girls screamed, and ran around the
car to get away from the charging sibling. The brown
haired tan skinned boy chased them around the van twice,
all three laughing, and Taylor flattened herself against
the side of the vehicle and watched the battle. She was
tempted to join Freddy in the chase.
The front door opened, and out walked Mommy Anita. She
paused on the top of the steps, holding six month old
Jaxom in her arms as she took in the scene. The two
girls immediately changed course and headed towards her,
their screaming laughter increasing. Anita walked down
to the sidewalk as the two crashed into her legs,
hugging her and giggling. She looked over at Taylor, who
laughing had picked up Freddy and was tickling him. The
two mother's eyes met, and for the millionth time in the
past three years they were the happiest people in the
world. The slightly older Mayan woman then looked down
at her clingy daughters.
"OK, lunch time! Go wash up!" The two yelled in glee and
dashed up the stairs into the house. Taylor put Freddy
down and he followed them in, yelling for them to wait
up. Taylor walked up to Anita and gave her son a quick
tickle. Jaxom giggled sleepily, then tried to use
Anita's right breast as a pillow. The mothers again
gazed lovingly at each other, and Taylor leaned in for a
quick tender kiss. Breaking it off they realized they
were a bit too exposed out here in front of the house.
Anita sighed, and raised her free hand to caress
Taylor's cheek.
"Do you think he'll be OK?"
Taylor sighed, copying the gesture.
"No. But he's doing it for us. We have to do what we can
to help him through this." She looked around, taking in
the warm end of June day The flowers in the garden were
a brilliant yellow and red, the two large Maple trees
flanking the driveway created a green archway that
seemed to separate their little paradise here from the
rest of the world. Why did reality keep intruding...
"Well, he'll be home soon enough." Anita handed Jaxom to
his birth mother, and the two of them made their way
inside. "What will be, will be."
***
Fred pulled his car into the driveway, careful not to
block the van in. Turning it off, he closed his eyes and
leaned back.
It was over.
Ten years, and his teaching career was already over.
It was his own fault, naturally, although he couldn't
see how it could have been avoided. Well, he COULD see,
but neither option was something he could ever do. One
would require living a lie, living in constant fear of
discovery, and the other would have meant not having the
best family anyone ever had. Giving up your dream career
was nothing compared to keeping that.
The problem naturally was people. More specifically,
people who expected teachers to somehow be if not
perfect, at least not in any way out of the ordinary or
"morally" questionable. The more conservative the school
district, the worse this was. In some places nobody
openly gay would be allowed in a classroom, others would
object to a Muslim or Atheist teaching (although that
would never be the official reason for termination). For
the small town Western New York district Fred had made
his own, having two wives would have been the final
straw.
The news hadn't made the rounds yet, mostly thanks to
him living a half hour away just outside Buffalo. But,
after three years word was starting to spread, and a few
of his friends had asked some pointed questions. It was
time to leave now before this became a public scandal
and his lovers were dragged before the spotlight in
shame. He could never have lived with having done that
to them.
Fred opened the car door and stepped out, and that must
have been the signal because the front door suddenly
burst open and out poured four kids and two wives. The
three oldest children made the dash in half a second,
while Jaxom had to wait until Taylor had descended the
concrete steps and deposited him on the grass until he
could half stagger, half crawl over to his Daddy. Fred
knelt on the grass with Violet, Cindy and Freddy hanging
off of him and welcomed Jaxom with a big hug.
With a growl he shook himself as he rose, tossing off
giggling kids in every direction as he stood up straight
holding Jaxom. Anita and Taylor were suddenly there, and
the family shared a big hug. A few cars passed by as
they stayed like that for a few moments, then Anita
shooed everyone inside. The kids ran back in while the
adults took their time, Fred flanked by his beautiful
companions.
"Everything go OK?" asked Anita, her eyes searching his
face for any sign of worry. It would be just like him to
try and hold back.
"Yeah..." Fred sighed. "I don't think I'll really
consider this the end until fall comes and I'm not in
class. It's always possible in three months I'll be in a
class room again..." He gave both of them a squeeze. "I
just need a vacation."
Taylor leaned against her man.
"Well, you're in luck."
***
The sun had vanished from the sky and the stars were
starting to twinkle when the kids were finally put to
bed in the tent. Taylor exited the large nylon
construction (at three rooms it was bigger than her
first apartment), zipped it up, then turned to look
towards the fire. They had set up camp in a small
clearing on a wooded hill. No water, no electricity...
just a few hundred yards of gravel roadway connecting
them to the rest of the world. Anita had heard of this
place from someone at work and had gotten permission for
the weekend. Both of them agreed this was what they
needed.
Fred had set up a double cot up as a lounge chair,
complete with raised back, and was sitting in the middle
looking up at the stars. The embers from the fire
floated up to join them, making new constellations every
few seconds. Taylor couldn't tell what he was thinking,
or even if he had any thoughts beyond the beauty of the
night. Her eyes picked out Anita emerging from the
darkness where the van was parked, probably having put
the coolers in it for safe keeping.
Anita paused just on the edge of the firelight, taking
her own long look at their man. Taylor moved up herself
so her wife could see her, and after a moments silent
communication they nodded to each other and stripped.
Leaving their clothes where they dropped the two made
their way to either side of the cot and joined Fred. He
was startled when they suddenly appeared next to him,
but with a chuckle at their nudity he put an arm around
each and drew them against him.
"Now this," he said, turning his head to give each woman
a brief kiss, "is how camping should be." They all
laughed at that, then Taylor pulled herself partway on
top of him and looked into his brown eyes, her green
ones sparkling. Her right hand caressed his cheek.
"I love you, Fred." She lowered her head and kissed him,
tender and yet submissive. As soon as she felt him
kissing back, she allowed his lips and tongue to have
their way with her. She pulled back, and only partly
slid off of him as Anita pulled herself onto his right
side. Anita caressed his entire face with both hands,
her soul visible in her dark eyes.
"I love you." She leaned down and kissed him, her lips
much more sensual and offering teasing hints at what was
in store for her lovers later. Anita's head rose, a
brief wet glistening strand connecting their lips before
it broke. She felt a hand turning her head, and found
herself looking into Taylor's eyes. The two whispered
their love to each other, then kissed. They felt Fred's
hands lightly caress their spines, and each could feel
the other shudder.
"I don't think words can describe my love for both of
you, and nothing I can do, will ever be enough to show
how much you mean to me." The women broke their kiss,
and Taylor began to grab the bottom of his T-shirt.
"Then I'll guess you'll have to let us show you."
Taylor pulled Fred's shirt off, then began to undo his
jeans as Anita moved up offered a breast to him. Fred
nibbled and sucked on the dark full breasts before him,
causing his wife to close her eyes and moan. He lifted
his ass a bit and a moment later Taylor had his pants
and underwear off. It wasn't long before he felt soft
licks along the bottom of his cock.
Fred redoubled his efforts on the soft mounds, but with
a sudden movement Anita sat up and moved to straddle
him. Taylor rose and did so as well, and Fred found his
hard cock trapped upright between their bodies. His two
wives leaned into each other, Taylor's hands reaching
around to cup Anita's breasts while she pressed her own
smaller mounds into her back. With the dying fire behind
them, they looked like the magical creatures Fred knew
them to be. Slowly, they began to rise and fall as one,
fucking him.
Taylor felt her own needs rising, and she bit her bottom
lip. It was time.
"My loves..."
Anita turned her head, and Fred reached out to touch her
leg. She tried again.
"My loves... I want another baby..."
She closed her eyes. Taylor didn't know how they'd
respond. Four children already to take care of, the
future uncertain... and Anita unable to have more of her
own. That was the worst. Fred Jr's birth had been hard,
and they had decided to never risk Anita like that
again. She had been happy when Taylor's belly swelled
with Jaxom, as that had given both two, but now...
Taylor felt a kiss, and opened her eyes to find Anita
had twisted to face her. She brought both hands up to
Taylor's face, wiping away tears the brown haired girl
hadn't even known were there. Taylor also felt Fred's
strong hands caressing her thighs. Looking she saw the
love flowing from each of them.
"Have our baby," Anita said, and turning back to face
Fred she scooted forward a bit on his tummy. "We'll both
fuck him, and you'll receive the seed of our husband."
Fred's hands guided Taylor to rise up, Anita rising too,
and then with a shuddering groan Taylor lowered herself
onto her stallion's cock. She could feel it pulse within
her, as if it knew she had an egg starting the trip to
meet it. She began to rise and fall, and Anita followed
her every movement.
Fred's eyes were half closed as he watched both his
mates fucking him, the sensations and emotions
overwhelming. He moved a hand between Anita's legs, and
she moaned as she found herself impaled on two of his
fingers with his thumb rubbing her clit. She had always
been the most sensual of the three, and Anita found
herself quickly rising to the brink. Taylor lightly
biting her neck was the final straw, and she came, hard,
soaking Fred's hand. Only the two hands on her breasts
kept her in time with Taylor, and she felt that speed
increasing as Taylor started to reach her limit.
Anita only half saw the glistening finger Fred was
holding up to her, but instinctively she opened her
mouth and tasted her juices. She savored the flavor...
before meeting her soul mates she had never realized
what tastes and smells of a lover could do to her. Now
she lived for them. Fred's hand went over her shoulder,
and Taylor sucked the other finger, and just the
knowledge that her wife was tasting Anita gave her
another small cum.
Suddenly they felt Fred start to buck hard against them,
and all three increased speed. Fred's hands suddenly
clamped onto Taylor's waist, holding her down, and the
feel of his seed coating her sent Taylor into one long
orgasm. Her partners could just make out the word
"baby!" among her moans and groans. She leaned back,
hands grasping her ankles and breasts thrust into the
sky, holding that trembling pose for a half minute or so
before collapsing. Soon both women were lying half
asleep on top of a similarly exhausted Fred.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Fred
suddenly slapped at his arm. He sighed.
"OK, unless we want to all get eaten in the not so good
way, it's time to go into the tent."
***
Cousin Debbie almost burst through the front door of her
house as the van came to a stop in her driveway. Fred's
feet had just touched the ground when she was there
giving him a big hug. Embarrassed, as he'd never been on
hugging terms with the extended family, he hugged her
back for a moment then created some space.
"Hello," he said, smiling. Laughingly she echoed the
greeting, and stepping back they appraised each other.
Fred didn't think he had seen her since the death of his
parents a half decade or so ago. He had never been one
for visiting cousins or aunts, although he enjoyed the
meetings well enough. He wasn't even sure who everyone
was, especially once you got beyond immediate relations.
Debbie, though, he knew. She was the daughter of his
mom's sister, and at around 40 maybe 6 years his senior.
Whereas at 6 foot he took after his dad's Polish side,
she reflected the English/Scottish/Whatever genetics of
generations of New York farm wives. At about 5' Debbie
was taller than her mother, and Taylor for that matter,
but she had a solid build and nice curves. And breeding
hips, although she'd only popped out two kids.
"I couldn't believe it when you called yesterday!"
Debbie gushed. "I haven't seen you in ages!"
"I know, I'm sorry. I'm just not the family gathering
type. But, once Anita found out I had family near where
we were camping..."
It was then that Debbie noticed the clan gathering
around her. She raised an eyebrow at Fred, who managed
to look like an embarrassed teen despite towering over
her. Laughing, Debbie didn't wait for introductions.
"Well, hello! I'm Debbie." Anita stepped forward, while
Taylor got the kids into a sort of line.
"I'm Anita, and this is Taylor." This got both of them
warm hugs. "And these are our kids, Violet, Cindy,
Freddy, and Jaxom." Debbie immediately noticed the lack
of any indication of exact relationships, and as the
kids mobbed her she gave Fred another raised eyebrow.
"It's... complicated." She nodded, picking Jaxom up.
"Well, let's go inside. John and the kids are off at a
soccer match and won't be back for awhile. I have some
sandwich fixings and we can have a good talk."
***
A half hour later the three oldest kids were deposited
in front of 'The Little Mermaid', and the four adults
and a sleepy Jaxom were sitting at the kitchen table.
Debbie was enthralled as Taylor and Anita told her their
own fairy tale, of rape, abandonment, hopelessness, then
true love and family. Fred stayed out of it, apart from
correcting some of the more extreme boasting. He knew
when he was outnumbered.
"So," Debbie asked, "you go from not seeing anyone, from
what your mom would talk about, to a harem!"
"I've offered to get Anita and I silky harem outfits,
but he's said no!" Taylor pouted, and the other two
women laughed while Fred just looked up at the heavens.
"We have a standing rule now not to help beautiful
single women," he said, jokingly. "Too many instantly
fall in love with me and it's getting to be a pain!"
"Aww," Both Taylor and Anita leaned over and patted his
shoulder in sympathy. Debbie just shook her head.
"Aunt Shirley would be happy you have such a wonderful
family, Fred. Although four kids! I had a hard enough
time with two!"
"Hopefully five," Taylor added, rubbing her belly.
Debbie just looked at her as the others chuckled.
"Actually," Anita said, "that's one reason, besides
obviously wanting to start to get to know our husband's
family, we're here." Debbie sat up, interested. Cook
tradition was that family was there to help family, so
the five years of silence meant nothing. "There's
something coming up at the end of August that we want to
go to in Philadelphia. We CAN take the kids, easily, and
were planning to, but they'd be bored and we couldn't do
as much. If we had relatives who could look after them
for five or so days..."
"August? Shouldn't be a problem, I don't think. I do
some babysitting weekdays so they'd have kids to play
with, and we can do stuff. What's in Philadelphia?"
Fred grinned.
"The World Science Fiction Convention. Very geeky."
Debbie laughed. Her older brother had read lots of sci-
fi, passing the books down to Fred, but she was never
into it. "I've gone to a few, and they're s a blast.
Once the kids are ten-ish, I'd say they'd have fun. They
have kids programs and limited daycare. But for now, not
so much."
"So, what goes on at one of these?"
"Oh, tons of stuff. It's not like the huge Comic Con you
may have heard about, as this is mostly about books, but
they have lots of scientists and authors talking, panels
on how not to get published, art shows... Taylor's going
to set up some of her paintings and we'll see if we can
sell something or make contacts." Taylor squirmed
awkwardly, as she always did when her art was talked
about. It was odd, but that always seemed a more
personal subject to her than family matters.
Debbie took a sip of fresh brewed ice tea, and sat back.
"Well, you'll have to get me a stuffed Harry Potter or
something."
****
There is nothing more frightening than children being
left with a stranger for the first time. The crying, the
worry... Fred hoped Taylor and Anita were over the worst
of it now that they were in Philly. The conversation in
the car had been a downward spiral of sadness only
stopped when Fred started pumping The Donnas through the
speakers. You can't be sad while listening to The
Donnas.
The convention officially started noon on Wednesday, so
the trio drove into Philadelphia early Tuesday morning.
Fred dropped the women off at the convention center so
they could set up Taylor's paintings at the art show,
then drove to the hotel to park. He was paying for this
spot for the whole week, so damn it he was going to use
it. It would give him a chance to check in, then test
the walk to and from the convention center as well. They
had booked late, so were probably a good half hour walk
away. Not ideal, but it could have been worse. In
Baltimore the hotel had been uphill both ways.
Fred set off on the walk back, happy. He was at another
World Con, this time with those he loved. He had been
planning on going to one with Lisa, but... well. That he
still thought of Lisa as much as he did surprised Fred.
He would have thought, with two current loves, the
memory of his beautiful Lisa would have not exactly
faded but maybe become something only recalled with
specific promptings. But, no. She was still alive in his
mind, giving advice and commenting on things. And
throwing the occasional willing woman in his path,
although luckily that had stopped after Anita. Fred
didn't know if he could handle three.
He had only walked a couple blocks when Fred suddenly
stopped in front of a large window. Well, this solved
tons of problems. A 24 hour greasy spoon! He looked in,
saw the long counter and rows of booths, then took in
the menu posted outside. Perfect. Unhealthy as hell, but
here was a good breakfast to start the day and a
fallback dinner place if they didn't find anything else
interesting. Fred started walking again, whistling a
Black Sabbath tune.
The street he was on hit a large plaza in front of city
hall, and for the fun of it he took a right and wandered
over to get a better look. Eh, just your normal city
hall. Couldn't match Buffalo's art deco penis shaped
structure! Swinging left he ambled past a large stone
church-like structure... then stopped. Turning, he
walked over to the brass plaque on the wall and re-read
it. "Masonic Temple Grand Lodge". Fred backed up a few
steps and looked up at the massive grey edifice. He
turned and looked at City Hall across the street, then
back at the Temple. He started laughing. Now THIS was a
secret society!
A few minutes later he saw Anita and Taylor standing
waiting for him.
"That didn't take long. Everything set up to your
satisfaction?" Taylor folder her arms and huffed, but
Anita just grinned at her wife.
"No, but it's the best we can do. If we can keep her
from going down there and fiddling every hour we'll be
OK." Fred raised an eyebrow at the pouting long haired
beauty, and she just glared back.
"It's my first public showing, OK?!?" she snapped. "I'm
nervous!"
Fred put himself between them and snaked an arm around
their narrow waists.
"All the more reason to do some sightseeing today while
we have the chance." Without waiting for protest he led
them away.
****
They saw Independence Hall, naturally. Anita, new to the
country still, was fascinated. She tried to compare what
happened here with the various rebellions and coups in
Mexico and just shook her head. Hell, none of those
would even make a good musical. They walked out humming
'Piddle, Twiddle And Resolve', then after a quick look
at the Liberty Bell Fred had them jump on a bus to go to
the harbor. There was something that he had been waiting
years to see.
"My god, it's beautiful..."
Anita had never seen anything like it. They stood on the
shore next to a... naval work of art. The U.S.S.
Olympia. The hull was a bright white, with a red stripe
along the water line. The superstructure and masts were
a golden tan. The lines were straight and strong, the
weapons and ornamentation a mix of 19th and 20th
century.
A massive gun turret rested on each end of the deck, yet
small one barrel turrets stuck out from the sides in odd
places. Seeing it made her realize that beauty can be
independent of function, and some of her husband's
fascination with weapons of war now made more sense. She
turned to look at him, and saw tears starting to flow
from his eyes. She took his hand and squeezed it,
questioningly.
"They may scrap it." Taylor let out a gasp, and looked
at him in horror.
"Why?!"
"They let it sit without conserving it, and they're out
of money." Fred sighed and looked down at them. "It's
the only ship left from the Spanish American War, and
the idiots let it rust to nothing." Raising his gaze
again, he tried to drink in every rivet. "Maybe they'll
find a home for it. I hope so. I want nothing more than
to have my sons, and grandsons, walk its decks." Fred
laughed. "Maybe the Buffalo Naval Park can get it."
Getting a hold of himself, Fred offered an arm to each
of his women and led them on board. They wandered from
cabin to cabin, and Fred took photos of both them and
various interesting features. When they were alone for a
moment the girls quickly bared their breasts and posed
next to one of the deck turrets. Too bad that photo
couldn't be used for fund raising.
It was 6 PM before they made it back to the hotel, tired
but happy. They stopped by the van and removed their
luggage, then headed up into the front lobby to seek out
the elevators. As they passed the desk, Anita had an
idea and handed her bag to an already over loaded Fred.
"I'm going to check on good places to eat nearby. I'll
be up in a minute." Fred good naturally cursed her, and
they parted.
As Anita approached the desk clerk, she noticed a crying
woman pleading with him. She had short, curly blond
hair, large glasses, and was wearing a dark blue blouse
and jeans. She was obviously incredibly upset, and as
Anita walked up to the other end of the desk the woman
dropped her shoulders in despair, turned, and picked up
her two bags. One of them had a small knit blue and
white rectangular box clipped to the handle. Focusing on
her own task, Anita turned to the obviously relieved
clerk and got directions to a couple potential dinner
spots a few blocks away. Thanking him, she turned
towards the rest of the lobby.
The woman had seated herself on a couch in the middle of
the room. Her face was one of confused frustration.
Anita started towards the elevators, but... she looked
at the stranger again. There was something about her.
Her feet took her towards the blond.
***
This couldn't be happening.
Rachel looked down at the printout for the hundredth
time. Tuesday, August 16th. It said so right there, like
it had on her computer screen at home and like it did on
her iPhone. So why the hell did the hotel say her
reservations weren't till next week?!? What the hell was
she suppose to do?!?!
Calm down, girl, calm down, she told herself. You can
handle this. So all your plans on your first real
adventure have fallen apart right from the get go.
That's the fun part of vacations, right? No plan
survives contact with the enemy and all that. She was a
strong adult.
So why did she just want to fold up in a ball and cry?
"Excuse me?"
Rachel's head whipped up. Standing before her was a dark
haired, curvy Hispanic woman She was wearing red shorts
and a halter top that showed off her ample breasts.
Rachel had no idea who she was, and she just looked at
her for a moment. Dealing with strangers was NOT her
strong suit. Nor a suit she even had in the closet, to
be honest. The woman smiled, a completely honest smile,
and spoke again.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I saw you walk away from
the hotel desk... is there anything I can do?"
Rachel must have shown something on her face that told
this stranger some of what was going through her mind,
as she sat down on the far end of the couch giving
Rachel lots of space.
"Are you going to the World Con?"
Rachel's eyes widened.
"Yes! Yes! It's my first one! How could you tell?" The
woman smiled.
"The Tardis on your bag was a clue. We're going too; in
fact we checked my friend's paintings into the art show
earlier." The woman extended a brown hand. "I'm Anita."
"Rachel." Rachel reached over and shook, then retreated
back to her side of the couch. Realizing that now they
weren't really strangers, and she did need to talk to
SOMEONE, she sighed and looked down into her lap. "They
screwed up my room reservations."
"They what?" Anita looked shocked, and Rachel picked up
and waved the paper printout.
"All my confirmation's say I have a room starting today,
but their computer says it's not till next week. And,"
she continued, a note of despair returning to her voice,
"they have no free rooms. Nobody does. This was the only
place in my price range within the city limits..." Her
hands started shaking. Next thing she knew the dark
stranger was sitting way too close to her and putting
her hand on Rachel's arm. Rachel froze, and sensing she
had overstepped herself Anita casually removed it and
put both hands in her own lap. She looked at Rachel with
concern in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry..." Rachel mentally yelled at herself. Why
was she like that. This person was just trying to be
nice. There was no reason to be mad at her. It's not her
fault Rachel was so emotionally and socially screwed up.
She took a deep breath.
"Look... I'm sorry. I'm not at my best at the moment."
She reached out and gently touched Anita's bare arm,
then withdrew her hand back within her personal space.
The smile she got back made her blush. Anita cocked her
head at her.
"Have you eaten yet?"
The change of subject froze Rachel for a moment, then
with a slight smile she shook her head no.
"Well, my friends and I were about to go out and eat
once we got the luggage up to the room. They're probably
wondering if I got lost or something. Would you like to
join us? It's easier to think on a fully tummy, and we
can consider your options."
Rachel bit her bottom lip. Part of her wanted to jump at
this offer of friendship, needed to in fact. It had been
so long... and part of her was raising reminders of why
it had been so long, and urging the walls to go back up.
Anita waited patiently for an answer. Then, suddenly,
she raised her arm and waved.
"It's my friends!"
Rachel turned, and her heart stopped. Leaving the
elevator was a tall brown haired man wearing jeans and a
black Weird Al T-shirt. Next to him was a short white
waif of a girl with amazing long brown hair, but Rachel
hardly noticed that. Her eyes were on the man's face.
Those eyes...
Rachel had had crushes. Hundreds. She may have never had
a romance, but she was romantic to the core and had
pined over many boys who had never even noticed her.
Never had they caused this reaction. Her mouth went dry,
and to her horror her panties got wet. She felt not just
her face, but her entire body turn red in embarrassment.
It got even worse when she realized Anita was still
sitting right next to her and getting an up close view
of her. She slowly turned towards her, and saw...
understanding and compassion. And a twinkle of humor.
Anita stood as the newcomers walked up, and made the
introductions.
"Rachel, this is Fred and Taylor, my friends I was
talking about. Fred, this is Rachel. She's going to the
convention, but the hotel fucked up her reservations so
she has no where to stay." Despite her embarrassment
Rachel was observant enough to notice the quick look
Fred shot his friend, his raised eyebrow answered by
smile and a shrug. The brown haired girl looked like she
was going to break out laughing. Rachel rose to her feet
and shook their hands. Fred's hands were strong, rough,
warm... she never wanted to let go. She imagined that he
felt something too when they touched, that there was
something in his eyes... Taylor's grip was light and
soft, and she smiled warmly.
"She hasn't eaten yet, so I figured the four of us could
go somewhere. We can toss her bags in the van for now so
she doesn't have to carry them." Rachel protested
weakly, but the others assured her it wasn't a problem
and soon they were walking down the street in the waning
daylight.
They were a trio, Rachel quickly realized. An honest to
god, three way romance. Like something out of a Heinlein
novel. The two women even had wedding rings! Rather than
feel jealous that he was already taken, she felt
excited. Too much was happening.
They found themselves at a seafood place, a little high
priced but not that bad. Rachel picked something cheap,
but seeing that Taylor asked her to pick an appetizer
for them to share.
"We're not made of money, but we're here to have fun."
Once the orders were in, they asked about her. There
wasn't much to tell. Rachel was an 18 year old recent
high school grad, living at home while planning on
attending school at Indiana University for Engineering.
She was treating herself to this trip, a reward for
nothing in particular but she was sure she deserved one
for something. It was her first time out of state, first
time flying... lots of firsts so far. She refrained from
adding she hoped there'd be some more.
"But what about you guys," she asked, not wanting to say
all that much about herself. "Where are you from?"
"Well," said Fred, taking a sip of Pepsi, "We live
outside of Buffalo. I grew up there." He looked at
Anita.
"I'm from Chichen Itza!" Fred burst out laughing, and
Rachel joined when the others did too even if she wasn't
sure of the joke. Wiping her eyes, Taylor added, "I'm
from a lake!" Fred doubled his laughter, and pointed a
finger at his slight wife.
"You aquatic tart!"
Rachel's eyes widened, and laughing she said, "What, did
she throw a sword at you?"
Fred's gaze swung over to her, and she could see happy
approval in his eyes.
"Yes! It was the violence inherent in the system!" They
both started chanting together, leaving Anita and Taylor
to look at each other in wonder.
"Come see the violence inherent in the system! Help!
Help! I'm being repressed!" They broke into laughter,
and Rachel found herself leaning back with her eyes
closed, unable to remember when she had laughed that
hard. All the stress of the day was flowing out of
her... hell, it felt like years of loneliness was
leaving as well. When she finally sat up and looked at
Fred, he just grinned and shook his head at her.
"We're going to have these girls so confused if we keep
this up. Which I see as a good thing!"
***
It was 8 PM by the time they left the restaurant.
Rachel's problem had been ignored as she and Fred
instead tried to work as many obscure quotes into the
conversation as possible. THIS was one reason she had
wanted to come here. To find people that understood her.
There were none in her home town, and online wasn't the
same. She had worried that she'd end up afraid to talk
to anyone, just sitting in the back as she always did,
watching. Now here she was, part of a group, and loving
it.
"Shit!" Taylor suddenly stopped in the middle of the
sidewalk and swore. "We forgot to call the kids!" She
whipped out her cell phone, and dialed. Rachel watched
her. They had mentioned kids, but she hadn't gotten all
the details. "Debbie! Hi, it's Taylor! How are the
babies? Oh, good. Are they awake? Yeah! Put us on
speaker phone!" She motioned Anita over, and the two
mothers huddled around the phone.
"Hi kids! We miss you! Did you have fun?"
They spoke for about five minutes, and Rachel wished she
could hear both sides. The kids sounded wonderful. Fred
stood next to her, grinning, providing some occasional
commentary or explaining a reference to past family
history. As things were wrapping up he went over to the
phone to say hi and send them off to bed. Taylor
promised to call earlier tomorrow, and they hung up.
The talk of bedtime reminded Rachel that with regard to
that issue she was still screwed.
"Um, guys?" Her three companions turned to give her
their full attention. "Um, I still have no place to stay
tonight." She gave a faint smile, but the good of the
past two hours was starting to be undone. Anita stepped
forward, and lightly put her hand on Rachel's shoulder.
"I have an idea." Rachel looked down at the slightly
shorter woman. "We have two beds in our hotel room, but
we're only going to need one. You can stay with us."
Rachel blushed and looked down at her feet.
"No, I can't ask that of you guys... thank you, but..."
"You're not asking us, we're asking you. It won't be any
problem, right?" Anita looked at Fred, who was giving
her a look Rachel couldn't interpret. It was almost as
if... he was accusing her of having this in mind from
the start! Rachel's fragile social skills were close to
the breaking point. This was too much. Too much was
going on. She needed to be alone. She heard her name
called, and looked over at Fred who had stepped closer
but was respecting her personal space.
"Rachel, it's OK. You need a place to crash, and you're
more than welcome to stay with us. We'll respect your
privacy, and there will be NO high jinx or fooling
around." He gave first Taylor then Anita a hard stare as
he said this, and they seemed to look embarrassed.
Looking back at Rachel, he said, "Please, stay with us."
Unable to speak, or meet his eyes, Rachel found herself
nodding yes. Fred smiled, a smile that did nothing to
diminish her emotional turmoil, and he motioned her to
walk with them. Her legs started moving, and they
quietly made their way back to the hotel.
****
They got her luggage out of the van and went unnoticed
past the desk clerk up to their room. It was your normal
two bed hotel room, with a TV. Fred mentioned they had
reserved it when the idea had been to bring the kids,
otherwise they would have tried for a single queen
sized. Rachel placed her luggage down next to the bed
closest to the door, and watched awkwardly as the other
women took their shoes off and fell onto the other bed,
complaining about all the walking their mean husband had
made them do. Fred sat down on the edge of the bed next
to them, removing his own shoes and socks, and looked
over at Rachel.
"Wimps." This brought a giggle from her and complaints
from the wimps. Feet freed, Fred stood up and dug a
small portable DVD player out of his luggage and hooked
it up to the TV. "Listen to any iRiffs, Rachel?" She
shook her head, never having heard of them. "Well, we'll
change that." He turned on the TV, grabbed a remote and
sat down in the middle of his bed. The other two crawled
up on either side of him, and Rachel slowly lay down on
her bed facing the TV.
The DVD menu came up and she heard a couple introduce
themselves as Gary Slasher the serial killer and his
wife Erin the zombie, who along with Satan would be
mocking the movie Sleepaway Camp. Within five minutes of
Fred hitting 'play' she had tears of laughter streaming
from her eyes, and soon the four of them were calling
out their own jokes. Anita broke some cold Pepsi out of
a cooler and passed around some chips, and two hours
flew by. When it was over, Fred looked over at the clock
and yawned.
"It's kind of early, but I say we try and get some
sleep. Gotta be well rested for a convention!"
Taylor stood up and stretched, then looking over at
Rachel suddenly realized something.
"Um, Fred, we... none of us brought any pajamas."
Rachel's eyes got wide, and the blush that had been
absent for a few hours returned. Fred gave her an
understanding smile, then looked at Taylor.
"We can wear our underwear, or if either of you didn't
bring any bra's you can use the shirt I wore today." He
looked over at Rachel,.
"I-I... have a nightgown."
"Good." Fred indicated the bathroom. "You can go first,
do your thing and change. If you'd like, I can turn most
of the lights off in here." Rachel blushed even more,
then surprised herself by looking into his eyes.
"No... that's OK. I... don't mind if you see." With that
she quickly got up, grabbed the extra large t-shirt she
slept in, and fled into the bathroom. Closing the door,
she leaned against it and tried to compose herself. She
could hear them faintly talking in the other room.
"Now you two behave. She's shy, tired, and confused.
Give her lots of space."
"I like her. I mean, really like her."
"Me too. There was something when I first saw her...
like we were meant to meet her."
"What, you think Lisa is throwing another woman at me?
Well, we'll see. She's beautiful and geeky, I'll give
you that."
Rachel jumped away from the door at that. Fred
thought... she was beautiful. She put a hand up and
squeezed a breast. Maybe... he wanted to fuck her.
Rachel ripped off her clothes, and sat on the toilet
with one hand between her legs and the other twisting
her right nipple. She frantically rubbed the outside of
her pussy, which was becoming like a swamp. Her middle
finger went to her clit and it took less than a minute
for her body to become stiff with pleasure.
Long years of practice doing this with her parents
sleeping next door kept her from making a sound.
Rachel's legs were extended towards the door, toes
curled, and she imagined the door vanishing and Fred
looking at her, seeing her naked and cumming. She came
again, her head falling back and eyes staring unseeing
at the ceiling.
Slowly, she came back down to Earth. She looked down at
her body. Her long, smooth limbs, her orange sized
breasts, the blond triangle of hair between her legs...
No man had ever seen her. Did she want that to change?
Well, not tonight. She stood, legs unsteady, and started
the shower.
***
Rachel woke in the middle of the night. She had heard,
there it was again. There was giggling from the next
bed, and the sound of movement. She kept her eyes on the
ceiling, wanting to look but years of self enforced
prudishness overrode that. She heard a male voice catch,
then sigh in pleasure. Very faintly Fred mumbled, "You
naughty girl", followed by a giggle and more movement.
Then, silence.
Rachel fell asleep imagining what may have happened over
there, and wishing she had been the one making Fred
sigh.
***
It was 10 AM when Fred led the small band out of the
front of the hotel on their march towards the
convention. He wore jeans, a Roger Waters 'The Wall'
tour shirt, and his favorite Buffalo Sabres hat. The
last might not be advisable in Philly, but fuck Philly
fans. Taylor wore a light red sundress that showed off
her white limbs, while Anita wore a Devil's Panties
black baby doll t-shirt and jean shorts that curved and
swayed in ways that would make every hetero male and
homo female take three or four looks. Rachel had chosen
more geeky garb, black jeans that weren't that form
fitting and a black t-shirt with an old school diamond
Doctor Who logo on it. Fred approved.
In fact, Fred approved of all of her. Her curly blond
hair, the large glasses... He may have ended up with two
goddesses, but this was the type he had tended to be
drawn to in high school and college. Apart from the hair
color in many ways she was like Lisa. Especially when it
came to her mind. Taylor and Anita were smart, but they
weren't... geeky. Or quick with a quote or bad pun. Fred
hadn't known how much he missed that till now.
He stopped them in front of the 24 hour diner, and
Taylor looked at it in horror.
"Oh, HELL no!"
Fred and the others laughed, and he patted her head as
if she was a dog.
"Oh hell yes! It's good, filling food, and we have to
start with a hearty brunch. Besides, you could stand to
gain 20 pounds or so." Pouting, she put both her hands
on her belly.
"I'll be gaining weight soon enough another way!" Rachel
looked a little startled at this and started blushing.
She blushed at everything, Fred noticed. Once again he
vowed to make sure everyone tried not to scare her.
Opening the diner door he pushed Taylor in ahead of him,
and the waitress seated them at a booth in the back.
Picking up the menu he looked it over. They served
everything all day, so you could have pancakes at 8 PM
or fried shrimp at 8 AM.
His eyes quickly found the breakfast specials, and he
decided on a platter with heaps of everything. If you're
going to vacation, vacation as he always said. Taylor
picked some cereal and fruit, which Fred poo pooed.
Anita laughing tried the eggs and sausage, and Rachel
getting into the spirit of things picked her own stack
of pancakes and bacon. Fred rewarded her with his
approval, and she smiled and blushed happily.
Taylor ended up stealing some bacon from Fred and a
sausage from Anita, although the latter put up a good
defense of her food. It took a diversion of "hey, that
baby looks like Freddy!" to free up the food. The two
women growled at each other, forks at the ready for
combat. Fred just looked over at the shyly grinning
Rachel and sighed.
"Kids."
***
They took their time walking over to the convention
center, wandering around near City Hall for a while.
Fred took their pictures with the Masonic temple in the
background, just because. They arrived at the large
impressive convention center, and entered the lobby.
Fred stopped. There it was. Hanging down near the
registration tables was an old purple banner with, in
large white letters, "World Science Fiction Society"
written in four lines. So far as he knew this same
banner was hung at every Worldcon, and to him it
symbolized that this was the real thing. Other
conventions might be bigger, flashier, and nowadays even
more important, but nothing else was Worldcon.
They got in line to pick up their registrations. Taylor
had legally changed her last name to match Fred's, even
though he was legally married to Anita, so all three
stood together. Rachel had to pick another line, but
they all finished about the same time and headed off to
an empty corner and sat on the floor by the wall in a
circle to check out their goody bags. Large soft cover
convention book, a name tag- Fred quickly attached his
to the provided string and hung it around his neck. The
others did the same, joking about how well it matched
their various outfits. The highlight of the packet
however was the pocket schedule. Sure, nowadays they had
a PDF version, but for Fred the small spiral bound
booklet was much more the thing. He pulled out the pen
he had grabbed from a swag table they had passed, and
started going through the various panel listings. So
much to see... Did he do the review of images from the
latest Mars mission, or listen to fantasy authors talk
about plots you should never do? Lovecraft in role-
playing, or Reality: Fact or Fiction? So many choices!
Today, being the first day, started late so the first
panel wasn't until 1 PM. Anita and Taylor were comparing
notes and trying to find things they both liked, but
Fred noticed Rachel just listening and looking down at
her booklet nervously. Time to step in.
"OK, ladies." All three looked up at him. "It's time for
a plan of action. There are LOTS of things to do here,
and there's no way we'll all be on the same page for
much of it. I say we just each make out our own
schedule, and not worry about if we're the only one that
wants to do it. If we meet up in one, great! If not, we
have something to talk to the others about. Agreed?"
They nodded, with Rachel looking especially relieved.
Fred looked down at his picks for the day. "I found
something for each of the first three sessions today.
How about we take a quick look at the dealer room..."
Taylor gave him a pleading gaze. "... or art show, then
split up and meet again in the dealer room at 6 PM.
Sound good?" Taylor darted her head in and gave him a
quick kiss, which drew some amused or jealous looks and
the usual blushing from Rachel.
"Well, let's go!"
***
Rachel checked the map again, then the schedule. Room D-
8... ah, here it was. "Godzilla vs Gamera: Who's The
Real Big Green Guy?" She was so glad the panel names
were written on whiteboards just outside the rooms. She
had a terrible phobia of being in the wrong room, but so
far it looked like it would be hard to get lost here.
Well... at least harder. She was sure she'd somehow
manage it at least once by the end of the week.
She entered the room, which was lightly occupied as of
yet. About fifteen rows of chairs were divided by an
aisle down the middle, facing a long table at the far
end with a white table cloth, microphone, and a half
dozen chairs. Rachel looked around for a good place to
sit... and saw him. Alone. Fred was sitting about four
rows from the back to her right. She had never been
alone with him. OK, there were other people in this
room, but it would be just him and her and no wives...
should she go sit next to him? Could she bring herself
to actually do that? In all her teen years she had never
ever had the strength to do something like that. But...
this was different. He was different.
She, maybe, was different.
"This seat taken?"
Fred looked up and saw Rachel standing there, smiling
nervously, and he broke into a grin.
"Have a seat!" She sat down one chair over from him,
which he knew for her took quite a bit of nerve. He put
down the schedule he had been going over for the tenth
time, and was about to say something when he noticed she
was trying to get up the courage to speak. He stayed
silent, giving her his full attention.
"I... I wanted to thank you for all you've done for me.
You and the others!" she quickly added, blushing. "I'm
not used to anyone taking an interest in me. I... don't
know... well," she smiled, "I don't know if I'd know if
you were dangerous or trying to take advantage of me or
something."
Fred smiled, stroking his chin.
"You know, you're right. For all you know we could be
some evil satanic cult trying to lure you in for
fiendish reasons!" Rachel laughed.
"Yes! Maybe you want me for a virgin sacrifice!"
Rachel's eyes suddenly went wide and she tensed up. Why
had she said that. Her gaze whipped around to see if
anyone had heard. Why had she said that! He'd now
know... She felt a hand on her shoulder, a light touch.
Looking she saw Fred with an understanding expression on
his face. He was turned towards her, and she could tell
he was ready to remove his hand the instant she hinted
it was too much contact. She could feel her heart
beating, and every nerve in her body seemed to be
focused on that one point where his fingers met her
shirt. This was the point where she should run. She
could run, then replay the moment in her fantasies and
imagine how it could have been if she had stayed. She
could at least have that...
Rachel reached her left hand up, and taking Fred's left
hand off of her shoulder she brought it down to the
chair... still holding it. Her face was burning red, and
she brought her other hand over to help with the hand
holding, as if one just didn't have enough experience to
do the job well. Fred stayed quiet, waiting. She just
squeezed his hand. Fred saw over her shoulder two men he
assumed were the panel speakers walk in, so he gently
removed his hand then gave both of hers a quick caress.
"I do want you. All three of us do. If you want to be
wanted. Be warned, we have never had anyone join us
casually... and never will." He turned her attention to
the stage. She may have faced it, but for the first half
hour her thoughts were elsewhere.
***
Taylor was walking through the dealer area, thinking.
Things weren't going as planned on this trip. They never
did. On the other hand, she'd be a fool not to see the
parallels to their Mexico adventures. They just HAPPEN
to come upon a young woman in need who finds Fred
incredibly handsome, and who Fred is obviously attracted
to... it was the "young" part that was bothering Taylor
the most if she was going to be honest about it. The
girl was eighteen. Eighteen! Was she going to be getting
an eighteen year old wife?!?
There she was again, assuming all these things were
already pre-decided. She and Anita had never, seriously,
talked about if this relationship was open to having
others join them. Oh, sure, there had been joking, such
as Fred's rule which Anita had broken- had she suspected
where things would lead when she did that? Taylor
thought she had. Anita had sensed a potential wife, and
rather than ignore it as Taylor might have (and had, in
a couple cases over the years) she had gone over and
talked to the girl.
The girl... OK, Taylor may have been all of 23 when she
had met her love but she had been acting like a slutty
high school kid. Rachel was obviously repressed but she
was serious and probably more grown up then Taylor.
Being a mother didn't make you an adult, it just means
you had sex without protection.
Taylor suddenly had a vision of Rachel nude on all
fours, her belly swollen, being fucked by Fred as both
her and Anita sucked on a breast. She stopped walking in
front of a display table and closed her eyes for a
second.
"You OK?" A woman in a very Wiccan outfit was sitting
behind the table and looking at Taylor with concern.
Taylor shook her head and looked at her, smiling. The
booth sold small pewter dragons and fairies, along with
assorted jewelry.
"Oh, I'm fine. Just a sudden erotic fantasy. Oh! Fred!"
She waved then ran over to her lover, who was standing
with Anita and Rachel.
The woman watched her as Taylor gave Fred and Anita a
big hug. Now SHE had an erotic fantasy for later.
The four made another circuit of the dealers room, with
Fred buying a "What part of 'Bwahaha haha haha!' don't
you understand?" t-shirt and Anita picking up some
wooden toys. Taylor noticed that Rachel was being quiet,
which was normal, but she now and then would reach out
and touch Fred. Something had changed. Tonight might
bring more changes.
Taylor insisted they check out the art room again before
leaving for dinner. Rachel was fascinated as they slowly
walked down the rows of paintings. She had never been
the artistic type, but simply loved looking. They had
set up four aisles of wooden pegboard cubicles, and each
artist could buy one or more walls to put up their
wares. Convention goers could either place a bid on a
piece, which would go to auction if there were enough
bids, or an artist could supply prints to be sold at the
print shop. There were some amazing pieces, many having
been used as book covers. There was also crap, but, hey,
art was in the eye yadda yadda.
When they came to Taylor's section, Rachel looked in
awe. It was... incredible. The three walls of the
cubical were covered with various sized paintings,
mostly of various fantasy themes. Her style was
realistic yet with a fluid line that made them come
alive. One that jumped out at her was of a nude pregnant
woman who obviously Anita... Anita with cat features
lounging in front of a Mayan temple. Rachel just looked
at Anita, then back at the painting, noticing the size
and shape of the painted breasts, the curve of her hips,
wondering how the reality compared... she was blushing
again. Anita looked at her, a knowing smile on her lips.
"She's good, isn't she." She pulled Taylor into her arms
and gave her a quick, tender kiss. "I don't know how she
talked me into posing, but I'm glad I did. I've never
looked so beautiful." Her face suddenly clouded, and in
an instant Fred was there to whisper into her ear. She
closed her eyes and nodded, then turned and buried her
face into his chest. Taylor stood there, letting them
have their moment. Noticing Rachel was looking confused
and embarrassed, she went next to her and spoke softly.
"Anita had a hard time giving birth to Freddy. She can't
have any more. Well... we won't let her." Taylor put her
hands to her belly. Rachel had never really given much
thought to children. Oh, she liked them, but never had
having babies herself been part of her daydreams. It was
then that she noticed that children, or at least
motherhood, was a theme of many of Taylor's paintings.
Motherhood and love.
***
Dinner was at a steak place near the convention center.
It was OK, but not great. Part of that may have been due
to the somewhat somber mood. Anita wasn't her normal
cheerful self, which in turn had Fred and Taylor
concerned and fussing over her. Watching this, Rachel
thought more about what Fred had said. "We have never
had anyone join us casually... and never will." He did
not want a casual fling. They wanted... Love. Devotion.
Family. Trust. Support.
So did she, with all her heart. She wanted to be wanted.
Not just by anybody, although given this was the first
time anyone had shown her the least interest that was a
possibility. She wanted Fred.
But, to have him... she'd also have to have Taylor. And
Anita. Sexually. She wasn't bi, not that she knew of.
She had never seen anyone in the school locker room and
had erotic thoughts about them. But, when she looked at
these two, these beautiful wives and lovers of her
Fred... she did feel something. All of a sudden, she
remembered a quote from a story she had found online
that had touched her. It had been called "The Siblings",
by Michael K. Smith, and while she had found the idea of
incest unpleasant to start with it had been an
incredibly romantic tale. At the end the duo had met
another woman, and the brother who was narrating the
story put it this way:
"Their kiss was tender and beautiful and, watching them
silently, I discovered a new array of emotions I'd never
felt before. They were so different in so many ways and
I wondered if I was the bridge between them. Each was
undeniably heterosexual, yet the closeness of their
bodies and the fusion of their lips and the writhing of
their tongues seemed obvious and entirely natural [...]
I understood that this was a first for both of them --
and that what they were sharing didn't extend to other
women. It was unique between themselves. And I was a
part of it, too."
She wanted to be part of it.
***
They were walking four abreast down the street back
towards the hotel. It was still somewhat light out,
although it would probably be dark by the time they got
back. Fred was walking with Taylor on his right, and
Rachel to his left with Anita flanking her. Things were
more cheerful now, the desert of chocolate cake helping
to pick up Anita's spirits. Taylor was trying, with no
success, to try and find some other breakfast place they
could go to the next morning among the places they
passed, and Fred was enjoying the increasingly desperate
quest. All was right in the world.
He suddenly felt something soft on his left hand.
Looking down, he saw Rachel's hand slowly gripping his.
He looked up into her eyes, and saw them full of hope
and fear. It was then he noticed that she had also taken
Anita's hand, and Anita was looking across at him with
happy wonderment. Fred intertwined his fingers with
Rachel's, and their eyes met. He felt her squeeze his
hand.
"I... I want you." Rachel swallowed, then rushed to
continue before she lost her nerve. "All of you.
Forever. But... I've never..."
Fred raised their joined hands up to her face and
extended two fingers to caress her cheek. Her face was
red hot.
"I'm a firm believer that 'no means no', even among
lovers." Her eyes lit up when she realized she was
included in that term. "If you join us, we have all the
time in the world so there's no rush in anything." They
stopped, and Taylor moved in front of them taking Fred
and Anita's hands, completing the circle. Fred looked
from one to another.
"Let's make her first night special."
***
Rachel stood in the middle of the hotel room. She was
shaking. Never had she dreamed it would be like this,
yet this was everything she had ever dreamed of. Fred
was standing in front of her. Strong. Handsome. Taylor
stood to her right. Petite. Romantic. To her left was
Anita. Sexy. Caring. Suddenly Fred stepped closer, and
put his right hand up behind her head. Leaning in, he
tilted her head and as she closed her eyes...
They kissed.
Time stood still. Rachel could feel his tongue lightly
lick her lips, and without thinking she opened her mouth
and sent her own tongue out after it. She heard Fred
groan, and while one hand caressed her hair his other
went to her waist and drew her against him. Her own
hands went to his body and started exploring- his back,
his chest, his ass. One of Fred's hands dropped from her
head to cup one small breast, causing her to gasp, while
the other cupped her ass. Fred's mouth kissed and licked
its way down her jaw line to her neck, and one of her
hands shot up to hold his head there.
Finally, he drew back. She was panting, her heart
beating so loud they all had to hear it, and she held
Fred's shoulders so she wouldn't collapse to the ground.
She looked at him in wonder.
"I love you."
He smiled, and raised a hand to caress her cheek.
"I love you too."
"As do I."
Rachel turned and saw Taylor stepping up to her. She
raised a hand and drew the younger girl's head down and
kissed her. There was no hesitation on Rachel's part, as
she had feared there'd be. She wanted this. All of this.
Taylor's kiss was different. It was softer, more
fleeting. She drew Rachel's tongue in, making her feel
like the male taking his woman. The more aggressive she
got, the more she felt Taylor's excitement grow. Both of
Taylor's hands were caressing her breasts, and Rachel
returned the touch. She could feel the rock hard nipples
through the shirt, and she wondered what they would
taste like. After an eternity she pulled back, and
turned to Anita.
"We all love you, my friend." Anita drew Rachel against
her, squashing her breasts against the younger woman's,
and kissing her with such passion that Rachel could
think of nothing besides her soft wet lips. Their
tongues did not so much duel as seduce each other, over
and over. Finally, Anita released Rachel and turned her
to face Fred.
Rachel's body and mind were afire. She wanted this. Oh,
god, she wanted this. A fantasy of hers suddenly burst
into her mind, and not giving herself time to think she
closed her eyes and spoke.
"Taylor... Anita... strip me."
The two looked at each other, lust, love, and amusement
in their eyes, then moved to slowly remove her clothing.
First the shirt, raised over her head. When it caught on
Rachel's glasses, Taylor took them off the woman and put
them safely on the night table. They were mostly for
reading, she had said, so wouldn't be needed. Her skin
was a few shades darker then Taylor's, smooth with a few
freckles. Anita dropped to her knees and undid her
pants, and as they fell to the floor she had Rachel step
out of not just them but her shoes and socks as well.
Soon she was just in her bra and panties.
Fred was looking at her with naked lust and need, and
she shivered. Rachel felt her bra unfasten, and moving
her arms she let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were
perfect half spheres and firm, and it took all her will
power to keep Rachel from reaching up and squeezing
them. She thought she could cum from that alone.
Her panties then fell to the floor. She was bare before
HIM. Before THEM.
Without saying a word Taylor and Anita turned to Fred
and began to remove his clothing. Now Rachel did touch
herself, without conscious thought. His bare chest, with
strong muscles and a light coating of black hair... his
jeans dropped, and she saw the large bulge in his
boxers. Her hands squeezed both her breasts, unable to
wait. Then he was standing naked before her. His hard
cock pointed upward, seeming to pulse. She couldn't take
her eyes off of it. Pictures and movies, viewed in fear
of discovery, couldn't do this reality justice. It was
beautiful. He was beautiful. All three of them were
beautiful.
She felt a light touch on each shoulder, and Taylor
whispered for her to back up and lie on the bed. She
complied, finding herself in the middle with her head on
the pillow. Someone had removed the bedspread, and the
soft sheets were cold against her back. She felt a large
weight on the bed and suddenly Fred was there, looming
over her. He looked down into her eyes, and while his
right hand held him up his left caressed her cheek, then
move down to her neck as he leaned down and kissed her.
Rachel closed her eyes, and focused on each sensation.
His kisses became more sensual as his hand moved down
her shoulder, his fingers tracing a line around her
breasts. She raised up, trying to force him to touch
them, and with a laugh he started to spiral his fingers
up her right breast till he reached the hard tip, giving
it a light pinch that made her groan.
Her own hands were caressing any part to him she could
reach, not knowing or caring where they were so long as
they felt hot flesh. Fred's body started to shift
downward, and his lips kissed and licked their way down
her neck, then up her breasts. She was moaning now, all
her training to be silent while pleasuring herself at
home lost as the pleasure kept mounting. She could feel
Fred's hand move downward through her patch of blond
hair, entering her wet inner thighs. She spread her
legs, and his finger parted her lips.
"Ah!"
Fred raised his head from her breasts, a look of
startled understanding as he saw the slight grimace of
pain on his lovers face. He looked over at Anita and
Taylor, who now naked were sitting on the edge of the
other bed.
"Just be gentle," Taylor said. Looking back at Rachel's
face he saw her nod.
"Fuck me. Please. Just fuck me now!"
Fred ran his fingers up and down her slit, marveling at
how wet she already was, then ran them up to her clit,
causing her back to arch up off the mattress. She was
ready. He removed his hand, then called over Taylor and
Anita. They got up and stood next to the bed, and as
Rachel watched in embarrassed horror first Anita then
Taylor licked her juices from his fingers. He brought a
third glistening finger up to her lips, and she suddenly
realized she'd be tasting Anita and Taylor soon and the
thought made her pussy spasm. She raised her head and
took his finger into her mouth, savoring the flavor. Her
lust filled mind now wondered what Fred's cum tasted
like.
Fred moved is body over hers and between her legs. She
spread herself as wide as she could, her breathing
seemingly so fast it matched her heart beat. She felt
the head of his enormous (to her) cock rubbing through
her soaking outer lips, then the tip caught in the
opening and Fred paused. He looked into her eyes, and
the fact that even then he was willing to stop if she
wished it made her heart over flow. She put both hands
up to his face.
"Fuck me, my love..."
She suddenly felt Anita and Taylor kneeling on either
side of her, and each took a hand and grasped it
tightly. Then, Fred thrust.
It wasn't as horrible as her mother had tried to make it
out to be, but she did cry out. Fred had managed to bury
himself all the way in, and he just held himself there
as her body trembled around him. Anita and Taylor
whispered and cooed at her, their hands lightly
caressing her face, breasts, and hair. After a few
moments Rachel moved her legs up to cross them behind
his ass, and he took this as a sign to slowly start
moving.
It was unlike anything she had ever felt, or even
imagined feeling. Never had even a finger or pencil
penetrated Rachel, and now a large hard hot throbbing
rod was pumping in and out of her. She freed her hands
from the grips of the other women and put them up onto
Fred, drawing his face down into a frenzied kiss. She
felt soft female hands down where they were joined, and
that sent her over the edge. She howled, and she felt
herself clamp down on his cock. He kept pumping, despite
her body's best attempt to lock him in place, and she
felt herself pulsing around him, each pulse sending a
rush of pleasure through her entire body.
Fred suddenly froze, and she felt him swell within her
and to her wonderment she could feel.. actually feel!
his seed burst into her. Her finger nails dug into his
back, and she chanted his name over and over.
Finally, exhausted, Rachel's arms and legs relaxed and
fell down to the bed, and she just looked up dazed at
her lover. Fred slowly pulled out of her, which brought
a slight tinge of pain but also a sense of loss and
emptiness. He quickly lay down beside her, and pulled
her body over against his. His hands gently ran over her
back, as she started crying into his chest.
"Shhh, it's OK, my love." She cried even harder at that,
and Anita moved to lay behind her and press herself
against Rachel's back. Taylor joined them, and they lay
like that for some time.
***
Rachel told them her history. Her years of loneliness,
the repressive small town life. Her hopes, her dreams.
They told her their story, of the chance meetings and
growing family. They talked long into the night, and
fell asleep in each other's arms.
***
An hour later Fred rolled an inch to the left and fell
off the bed.
***
The first real morning of the convention, and already it
seemed this was how life had always been.
The four awoke early, and not wanting to miss the first
panels doubled up on the showers to save time and water.
Rachel found herself soaping up Taylor, who insisted
with a grin that every inch of herself be cleaned,
including up her ass. Only when Rachel started to move
soapy fingers into her nose did Taylor realize two could
play at that game. They dressed quickly, although Fred
and Rachel had a tough time picking out appropriate
convention shirts (much to the amusement of the others).
In the end he picked an Usagi Yojimbo shirt, and Rachel
went with a black xkcd 'Maybe if this shirt is witty
enough somebody will finally love me' ensemble. When
they had a second, Taylor pulled Rachel aside.
"You know you're dressing for him the same way we are,
right? There's more than one way to be sexy." Rachel
nodded, smiling.
They hit the diner again, this time with no complaints
from Taylor. She upgraded to French toast, eggs and
bacon, Anita piled on the waffles and both Taylor and
Fred munched down pancakes and home fries. Lunch would
be a hit or miss affair, so they stocked up on calories
early. They wandered into the convention center a bit
before the first panels, so took a look around the
message boards.
Worldcon is, at its heart, a geeky party. It's not about
speakers, or promoting the latest movie or the like.
It's a place where year after year people can come and
meet again. In the world pre-internet world, this was
where connections were made, friendships renewed, and
authors and publishers got together to party and do
deals. And the heart of all this was the message boards.
Large free standing boards were set up in a hall with
the names of everyone registered at the convention. Want
to contact them? Put a pin next to their name, and leave
a message in their spot in the box. Other boards had ads
for all the parties. Oh, the parties. Parties to bribe
you to vote for a city to hold a future Worldcon,
parties to thank you for voting for them last year,
parties for this small publisher or that fan group,
parties for transgender vampire Xanth fans... If you
were looking for a geeky hookup or just a drinking
crowd, you could find something different every night.
Taylor and Rachel were going over the party listings,
laughing. Near them were some other early risers, of
both genders, who were trying without success to pretend
they weren't trying to hear if any of the parties caught
the attractive female duos interest. Fred stood back,
amused. Watching others try and pick up his women was
always fun, as nobody ever figured he was involved in
any way. He had taken Taylor to a Nightwish concert once
at an old theater in Toronto. They had been on the
balcony, with Taylor sitting on the floor with her legs
dangling over the edge and Fred standing a a step or two
away. This high school kid had come up between them,
looked down at the waif of a girl, looked around to see
if anyone was looking, then eased himself down next to
her. Fred waited about five minutes then squatted down
and talked to Taylor. The kid must have jumped five
feet.
Rachel came up to Fred, and put her hand on his arm. The
smile he gave made her, not so much blush anymore, but
reflect his affection back at him. Step by step, she was
transforming.
"Fred, what's your last name?"
He was startled for a moment, and then with a laugh
realized that naturally that kind of thing hadn't come
up yet. At least they were on a first name basis before
sharing bodily fluids.
"Hunt. Why?"
"Well, there's a pin next to a Taylor Hunt on the
board."
She led a surprised Fred over, and sure enough someone
had left a message for Taylor. Given they knew nobody
here, this was rather interesting. Fred pulled the pin
and went over to find the note. Digging it out, he
turned to see Taylor and Anita coming over to see what
was up. He held the piece of paper out to her.
"Someone left you a love note." Startled, Taylor grabbed
it and scanned the lines. Her eyes widened, and
trembling she dropped the note. Rachel knelt down to
pick it up, while Taylor struggled to speak to her
worried mates.
"It's... it's a publisher! They like my paintings! They
want to talk about commissioning pictures!" She started
hopping up and down, and luckily she kept her long hair
loose as if it had been in a braid someone could have
gotten seriously hurt. Grinning, Fred took the note from
Rachel and gave it a scan. He then cocked an eye at the
still dancing Taylor.
"You know, this is Raymond Feist's publisher. Maybe you
could show him your Carline series."
Taylor froze, looked at him, then gave out a loud sound
known the world over as "The Fangirl Squeal".
***
The question was going to be, what happens next.
Fred sat off to the side of the largest panel room,
waiting for what should be an incredible discussion of
upcoming space missions and updates on current ones.
However, as he found himself without any of the trio
next to him he felt free to think thoughts he otherwise
would push out until later.
What were they going to do.
The future had been uncertain enough to start with.
Anita was the only one with a good steady job, running a
downtown hotel. He was unemployed, and his idea of
trying his hand at writing seemed more foolish every
day. Unless, maybe, if he could do something online that
could work the way web comics do, but he doubted an
analysis of the Battle of Yorktown would sell may t-
shirts. Probably he should try for a local college
position, even if it was a community college... but, for
now money was a problem. If Taylor, who had been staying
home with the kids, could start bringing in even half
what his old job had paid they could still be in good
shape. Then again, they needed a new house so they could
have more room and some privacy. Their family kept
growing.
Which brought him to Rachel. Fred sighed. Rachel... what
were they going to do. What did SHE want to do. Well,
she said she loved them and wanted to be with them
forever. Which, she probably did... but he wasn't
stupid. He had screwed up and gone too fast. This poor
girl was latching onto the first people to ever
understand her, and not just Taylor and Anita but he
himself was encouraging it. He expected that of the
impulsive romantic Taylor, but he's suppose to be the
adult here, damn it! You can't commit to a lifetime
relationship within days of meeting someone!
Yet, it had worked out twice.
Fred shook his head, noticing that the room was about
full and it looked like they were about to begin. The
future relationships between him and both Taylor and
Anita had been all but settled after an intense short...
trial courtship might be one way to put it. Nobody had
known that was, in fact, what it was at the time, but
when they parted at the end it was with the knowledge of
where things were going. There had been a month of
dating with Taylor and 5 months of immigration fun with
Anita to delay things and give them time to make sure
they knew what they really wanted, but... they could
have just as easily come home with him that day. Would
it be the same with Rachel?
Did she want to come with them?
***
That guy kept staring at Rachel.
She was sitting against the wall outside one of the
rooms, waiting for the previous panel to end. She did
NOT care about poetry in science fiction. What she DID
care about was Greg Bear, and planned on being front row
in the panel he was doing with some biologist. She had a
battered copy of 'The Infinity Concerto' with her, and
as she hadn't seen Bear listed for an autograph session
later in the week hoped to get up the nerve to ask him
to sign it. And maybe ask why his best work was out of
print.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the guy sitting
against the far wall looking at her again. He looked
away quickly as soon as he thought she had noticed, but
soon was back at it. Rachel looked down at the pocket
schedule and thought. What the hell was going on?
Wait... was that guy... INTERESTED in her?!
The very idea blew her away. She glanced over again. He
was cute, sort of. Tall, skinny, with a scruffy goatee.
Probably college aged. A COLLEGE guy was into her! A few
days ago she wouldn't have believed it!
And... a few days ago she wouldn't have noticed.
Thinking, Rachel considered that this was the main
point. She hadn't changed much. Same look, maybe some
new self confidence, but over all outwardly she was
identical. Thus, it's possible lots (or at least some)
guys had been trying to get her attention and she never
picked up on it. After all, nobody wanted her, so why
look to see if anybody wanted her? Once she had been
isolated she helped raise the walls higher all by
herself.
Which, now that the walls were down, raised the issue...
did she want to take a look around before settling with
Fred, Taylor and Anita?
She could talk to this guy. To others. See what people
were like. Explore. Date. The world was open to her. Why
limit herself now that there were no limits.
Rachel caught the eye of the staring stranger, and
smiling shook her head 'no'. Looking back down at the
schedule, she thought of her new family. She wanted
nothing else.
***
Anita had expected not to like this place. Oh, she had
agreed easily enough to the vacation, when Fred had
proposed it. He cheerfully did things she wanted, so the
return was only right, plus when they were together it
didn't really matter what they were doing. However, she
didn't care for science fiction, or science, and very
little fantasy slipped into her reading list.
A good mystery or thriller was more her cup of hot
chocolate. Originally she was delegated the task of
taking care of the kids while Fred and Taylor played at
the convention, and she had been looking forward to
that. She didn't get as much alone time with them as
Taylor did, although as a result by the fourth day her
temper with the little ones might have gotten to the
breaking point. Now here she was going to all these
talks about subjects she would have said would be
incredibly boring or stupid.
And she was having the time of her life.
So much of this applied to any type of fiction. The talk
on how men write females, and vice-versa, for example
had related directly to any number of books she had read
and was incredibly interesting. And there was so much
humor! Often by the end she was laughing hysterically,
about something an hour earlier she had never heard of
or considered. If they had the money, she was going to
make them come to this every year.
This current panel was a perfect example. The subject
was on how to create magic systems for a fantasy story,
and three female authors she had never heard of were up
behind the table talking. The first two went on for
awhile giving their views, on how you can create the
story then come up with the magical rules that let you
do what you want to do, or you can create the limits of
the magic and let those dictate how the plot played out,
etc. While they were saying this the woman at the end,
who had a bit too much jewelry for Anita's taste, seemed
to be getting more and more upset. When they turned to
her, she had paused, composed herself, and half glared
at them.
"Well, since magic is obviously real I look at the
various books on it and pick out the aspect of that
system I want to base my story on."
Anita settled back in her chair. This was going to be
GOOD.
***
Taylor skipped down the hallway.
They wanted her to paint for them. They would pay money
for something she was doing for the love of it anyways.
Oh, sure, they'd want her to paint things that showed,
somewhat, what they wanted them to show, but she'd seen
enough book covers that had nothing to do with the
actual contents to not be too worried about that.
Besides, she was more mature now and creating art that
followed someone else's vision didn't seem as evil as it
had in college.
Plus, they wanted the rights to use some of her existing
paintings that were all her. That right there stroked
her ego something fierce.
Taylor stopped at an intersection, and leaning against
the wall removed the water bottle from her waist and
took a swig. Fred had been so right to insist they all
carry one, as it made this place so much easier to deal
with. She shook it, noting that she was down to about
two swallows worth. Time to think about refilling it.
"Taylor?!"
She swung around, startled.
The apparent speaker was a tall redheaded guy, maybe
college aged. He was looking at her with unbelieving
wonderment, as if she was a ghost. She cocked her head
at him. Didn't look familiar. Just some guy in kakis and
an Eagles shirt with red hair... her eyes widened. Her
step brother.
"Nathan?!"
The young man in question quickly walked up to Taylor,
towering over the slim woman. He had to be a good six
inches taller than Fred, and he smiled down at his long
lost sibling.
"Taylor! It's... it's you! My God, it's you!" She
stepped back a half pace to give herself some more
personal space, and got an uncertain expression on her
face.
"Nathan... what... why are you here?"
He grinned and cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Well, I'm in Philly because we moved here a couple
years after you left. Specifically, I'm here because I
wanted to see what it was like." His grin got a touch of
a harder edge, and he looked her body over, noting the
thin strapped sundress and all the exposed skin. "What
about you? Are you 'working' this convention?"
Her hand was slapping his face before the sentence was
finished. The sound stopped all conversation in the
hall, and her face was pure fury.
"How DARE you!" In that moment she had seem her
stepfather in his eyes, and naked fear and anger filled
her. His head reeled back, and when he once again turned
to her for a moment she saw the confused eyes of the 10
year old she had known and abandoned. Then he smirked
down at her and it vanished.
"Mom said you stripped and ho'd so she kicked you out."
Taylor's eyes narrowed to daggers.
"I stripped for one summer so I wouldn't have to take
money from that skank or your drunk ass father." She
looked past him, and saw someone taking into a cell
phone while looking right at them. "Now, given I think
they're going to believe me in any dispute here being
small and helpless, you probably should go."
Taylor waited a second, saw no movement, and glared up
at him; glared with all the hate and loathing that had
built up in the 10 years after her Daddy died. Ten years
that she had put up with that family. Everything she had
buried, everything that had made her flee as soon as
that college acceptance letter had come. Everything that
said if he didn't move his sorry ass, she was going to
rip his fucking face off and use his blood as paint.
Nathan took a step back, paused to gather himself...
then turned and walked away.
As soon as he was out of sight, Taylor fell back against
the wall and slid down onto the floor. Her vision was
blurry, and it took a moment before she realized she was
crying. A small crowd came over, and a middle aged woman
in a dark blue dress with a dragon pin dropped down to a
knee in front of her.
"Hey... you OK?"
Taylor nodded, then turned to struggle with her handbag
and brought out a tissue and her phone. Seeing she had
someone she could contact, the woman rose and told the
others to give her some space. Taylor ignored them, and
as soon as she could read the screen through her tears
made her call.
"Fred... where are you... I need you. I'll be there
soon. Wait for me.... no, I'll come there. Please...."
She hung up, and struggled to her feet as she dropped
the phone into the bag. The woman was still standing
there, and caught Taylor's arm when she slipped a bit.
Once Taylor was up the woman, whoes name tag she could
now see said "Betty", gave her a clean tissue and let
her blow her nose.
"Thank you. Do... do you know where B 5 is?"
Betty pointed the way and offered to take her, but
Taylor declined. She put a hand on the woman's arm,
thanking her, then pushed off of the wall and set off.
***
All three of them were waiting outside the room for
Taylor as she rounded the corner, and they hurried over.
Her composure left her again and she broke down, and the
three surrounded her like a protective shield and moved
her off into a corner away from everyone and sat her
down against the wall. Fred sat next to her and pulled
her into his lap, and Taylor buried her head into his
chest as Rachel and Anita stroked her head and arms and
asked what was wrong. It took her awhile to answer.
"I've... I'm being childish," she said, finally. Fred
looked down at his little Taylor, mother of his
firstborn, and smiled.
"Yes. But what's the problem?" A snorting laugh came
through the tears, and Taylor's fist hit Fred in the
chest. He hugged her tight, rocking a bit. He saw
someone with a convention badge start to come over, but
he shook his head and the guy nodded and moved off. Fred
looked down at her again. "Are you ready to talk?"
It came out slowly, haltingly, with much implied but
with no pushing for details she didn't want to reveal.
When her tale was done, Taylor looked around at them.
The pure, naked love she felt pouring out of them washed
over her. She even felt it from Rachel, and she raised a
hand to her new wife's cheek in wonder, only to have
Rachel take it in her own hands and kiss the palm. Anita
caressed Taylor's face.
"Do you want to go to the hotel?"
"No, no." Taylor gave a small laugh. "If it was next
door, maybe, but I don't want to walk right now. I'll go
to whatever panel Rachel wants to do next." Rachel
smiled at that, and as the doors up and down the hallway
swung open announcing the end of that session's panels
she stood and offered her hand to Taylor.
"There's a good one on how to build a laser weapon in
your basement in ten minutes."
***
Rachel and Taylor entered the hotel room, and shut the
door. Taylor tossed her bag onto a chair and plopped
onto the nearest bed, kicking her sneakers off then
getting rid of the socks. Wiggling her toes, she tried
to decide if there was less walking at a convention or
in Mexico. She came to the conclusion that if Fred was
vacationing, sore feet would be in the forecast. At
least this evening she had been able to cut it short a
bit. After dinner Fred and Anita had decided to go find
the anime screening room set up at a hotel near the
convention center and watch a showing of 'Whisper of the
Heart'.
Rachel put her own bag of goodies down on the dresser
and sorted through it. Where was it... ah. She pulled
out a small plastic bag, then looked over at Taylor.
"Um... close your eyes."
Taylor gave her an inquiring glance, then smiling looked
forward and closed her eyes. She heard a rustling, then
felt a kiss. She leaned into it, feeling a tongue
lightly flick at her lips, then it pulled away and
Rachel told her to open her eyes.
"It's for you."
Rachel held out a small statue, maybe a hands breadth
tall. It was a thin nude woman, a water nymph, rising
out of a pool of water with an expression of love and
joy on her face. Rachel's own face was one of
uncertainty, and she bit her bottom lip as Taylor
reached out with shaking hands and took the gift. Taylor
looked down in wonder, running her hands over it, noting
the long brown hair flowing off the nymph and becoming
one with the water.
"Oh..." She looked up at Rachel. "Oh, my Love..."
Rachel's eyes widened at that, and tears started to
form. She sat down next to Taylor, and after Taylor
carefully put her treasure on the nightstand Rachel's
hands reached out and pulled her slight form to her.
Rachel's mouth sought out Taylor's, kissing and licking
its way around her face and neck. Her hands roamed
lightly over her bare arms and shoulders, delighting in
the smooth skin. A hand rose up to caress that hair,
that long flowing hair...
Rachel pulled back, and taking off her glasses she
handed them to Taylor to be placed next to the statue.
Once that was done Rachel lay on the bed and pulled
Taylor down on top of her. Taylor gave a giggling
scream, and Rachel ended up on her back with Taylor
straddling her waist. Looking down at the younger girl,
Taylor reached down and grabbed the bottom of her dress
and slowly raised it up over her head, tossing it off to
the side. Her small firm breasts beaconed to Rachel, and
she reached up and caressed them, causing Taylor to
close her eyes and sigh.
Rachel took that moment to roll over, flipping a
squealing Taylor over onto her back and looming over
her. Rachel's hands held Taylor's arms over her head,
half buried in her hair, and lowering herself Rachel
began kissing her neck. With Taylor moaning
encouragement, she slowly licked and sucked southward,
coming for the first time to another woman's breast. She
kissed her way up it, the salty taste driving her crazy.
She went from one to another, nibbling and licking,
letting go of Taylor's arms so she could caress them as
well. She felt her hands in her hair, playing with the
curls, then... she felt Taylor's hands slowly, gently,
pushing her head downwards.
She followed their lead.
Taylor lifted her legs and removed her own panties when
Rachel got to them, then spread herself wide for her
lover. Rachel looked down at the shaved treasure before
her, the delicate pink lips and the moisture between
them. She looked up into Taylor's eyes, and Taylor
looked back with love and understanding.
"You don't have to if you're not ready, my love. We have
all the time in the world." Rachel looked down, moved
her hands to hold Taylor's legs wider, and lowered her
lips.
It was not ambrosia, nor the finest nectar of the gods.
But it was the essence of her love and Rachel sought out
and drank all she could find. She kissed, nibbled,
sucked... lost in a world of erotic senses. When Taylor
bucked up and tried to slam her legs closed, Rachel
easily held them apart and dove after the new moisture
flowing out of her. Finally Taylor begged her to stop,
and with a final kiss Rachel crawled up and was
practically attacked by Taylor when she got to her face.
With a growl Taylor got on top of her and tore off her
shirt and bra. Her mouth practically devoured Rachel's
breasts, and when Rachel grabbed her hair to use it like
a leash to control her, Taylor look up from her meal
with pure lust in her eyes.
"Oh, gods, yes... use it..."
Rachel moved Taylor's head from one breast to the other,
then grabbing her hair near the scalp dragged her head
downward. Taylor frantically unsnapped her jeans and
dragged them and Rachel's panties off, and looked down
at her goal. She ran a hand lightly through the short
blonde curls that pointed the way, then lowered her
mouth.
Taylor had three years experience pleasuring Anita, but
every woman is different. She quickly learned that
Rachel liked it a little faster, a little harder, with
more sucking and less licking, and soon she had the girl
screaming her name. She kept at it, until Rachel
literally yanked her head away by the hair. The two just
looked at each other, panting, exhausted. Rachel pulled
Taylor up her body, and she had barely finished licking
her face clean before both drifted off to sleep.
***
The rest of the convention passed without much drama.
The four spent their days enjoying Worldcon and the
city, and their nights enjoying each other. Saturday
evening found them walking around Independence Hall
again, taking in the sights one last time. Fred had just
posed the three girls for a photo in the fading light
when Rachel finally broached the subject that had been
hanging over them.
"Fred... what happens tomorrow?"
Seeing a bench, he motioned for them all to have a seat.
Taylor sat in his lap, with Rachel between him and
Anita. He rubbed a hand up and down Taylor's bare leg,
and she snuggled into him while facing Rachel. Fred
sighed.
"Well... we have lots of choices. Some better than
others, naturally." He grinned, and grinning back Rachel
began to caress Taylor's other leg while Anita traced
patterns on Rachel's bare arm.
"First... will you marry us?"
Rachel's eyes shot open.
"Yes... oh, Fred, yes..."
"OK, good. That's not the actual proposal, by the way,
because this is a bit too public for that." That got a
laugh out of everyone, and Rachel blushed for the first
time in awhile.
"So, anyways, with that in mind, our first option is
since you have a ticket home, you leave go to school,
and we figure out what we're going to do later." The
thought of home made Rachel uneasy. How was she going to
explain all of this! Fred nodded. "We didn't have to
worry about family for these two, but I suspect you're
not going to want to just leave them." Rachel nodded.
"Well, like I said, we can deal with that later.
"Another option is you call home and say you've met some
people and will be taking some extra time on this trip.
We bring you home with us, you meet the kids, and send
you home in time to start school. By the way," Fred
said, in an off handed manner, "The University of
Buffalo has a good Engineering department." Rachel
arched an eyebrow.
"I'll have to look into it if I have the time."
Fred chuckled.
"Third option is we fake your death, change your name,
and just bring you home with us."
They all burst out laughing, with Taylor raising her
hand to vote for that plan. When they had calm down,
Rachel just sat thinking while they watched and waited.
Finally, she reached into her bag and pulled out her
cell phone.
"Mom? Hi! Yeah, it's going great. Having lots of fun!
Look, I need to tell you some things. I've met these
people...."
***
The van rolled up the driveway, and came to a stop. This
was the signal for the front door to burst open and four
toddlers to burst out. Fred, Taylor and Anita had barely
made it on to the grass when they were gang hugged.
Cousin Debbie slowly walked down the steps, holding a
tray of lemonade. The kids were all talking at once,
trying to tell all the stories about how they weren't to
blame for this or that, wanting to know if there were
gifts for them, and if they PLEASE could go home now?
Fred, laughing, stood up straight and yelled.
"Attention!"
The kids ran to stand in, if not a line, a small group.
Debbie looked at him.
"You're kidding."
"Works once a month. OK. Kids, we have something
important to tell you."
The van door opened, and out stepped Rachel. She shyly
walked up next to Fred and was quickly flanked by Taylor
and Anita.
"Violet, Cindy, Freddy, Jaxom, this is your new Mommy
Rachel."
The kids stood in stunned silence for a moment, then
Violet jumped forward and ran to hug Rachel's legs.
"A new Mommy!!"
The others quickly followed suit, and Rachel soon found
herself mobbed by... her children. She looked down,
flooded by the joy that those two words gave her. Taylor
leaned into her ear and whispered.
"Soon you'll have your own as well." Blushing, she
nodded happily.
Debbie, taking in the scene, looked over at her younger
cousin.
"So, we need one more cup of lemonade?"
***
Next story: Ghosts of Fort Niagara
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Edited by SciFi Nut
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