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Sweet Dreams Are Made of These - 10
by Innuendo (keepsake411@yahoo.com)
***
The future is looking bright, old feuds reconciled,
new friends made, and a special weekend planned for
all. Happy Birthday, Jahn? (FFM, fantasy, rom)
***
Chapter: October "The Light of the Sun"
For all of the human heart's shortcomings, there is a
great deal to be said for the sphere of emotion.
Reason, insight, and intellect are admirable, even
outstanding in their ability to teach us to overcome
our obstacles, but on their own, they lack depth and
complexity... a soul to give them context. Physics and
engineering give us a glimpse into the inner workings
of the universe, but curiosity and inspiration take us
to the stars and beyond.
A composition might be technically precise, so finely
crafted as to be a masterwork recognized the world
over, but only with an emotional investment, a piece
of its creator and its audience, does it move us to
tears. Logic tells us that oppression is wrong, but
courage lends us the strength to do something about
it.
Emotion can bring out the worst in us, but also the
best.
Jennifer Reed, soon to be Jennifer Halvers, was the
embodiment of heart and soul to Jahn. Here was a woman
who had grown up ruled by a passionate desire to right
any perceived wrongs against herself or her sister.
Practically a tomboy, but for all her small stature,
she'd scrapped like a demon, and had probably been in
more fights as a child than he had over the course of
his entire life.
Adulthood hadn't changed her much – she could flare up
like a sunburst, but when the fire at last died down,
she was sweetness and light, the soul of apology,
giving back love far more easily than angry words.
Despite the slight difference in age, she was Fiona's
polar twin, tails to the heads, heart to mind, sun to
moon.
These were the thoughts going through his head, as
Jahn watched her pack her bag for the upcoming camping
trip. They'd argued a bit; he'd not seen a need for
her to drag so much clothing along for a weekend,
she'd insisted that it was no more or less than she'd
packed in previous years for the same outing.
Eventually, he'd realized it for a pointless argument.
If she wanted to haul a bunch of stuff around, it
could just be left in the back of the car.
He didn't want to fight with her, say things that make
him feel like a world-class asshole. Unlike Fiona, who
could trade barbs in an argument as well as he could,
skewering him with her sharp wit, Jen got hurt
feelings. She could be incredibly confident, cool and
intelligent, but when her passions got riled up, those
things were usually the first to go. Fighting over
inconsequential crap wasn't worth the heartache or the
risk.
"So, who all's coming?" Jahn asked, trying not to
laugh at her intense focus on just which bikini to
bring. The weather was mild, but it was October, and
he didn't see himself taking a polar bear plunge.
"Mostly Vee en Pees, but Greg's invited one of his
friends from that law firm he works at. The rest are
either my friends or Fiona's: Ashley, Kim and her guy,
Marita and Deanna, Julie..." Trailing off, she put a
finger to her lips. "That's everyone, I think. Chris
and ... Andrea might show up for the barbecue on
Friday, but they're not staying for the weekend." Her
voice showed relief at that reprieve. Whatever peace
he'd found with his ex certainly did not extend to
Andrea and Jen. Brightening, she turned her attention
back to her task, discarding the bikini, and digging
through her underwear instead.
"Say..." she asked, glancing at him briefly.
"Yeah?" he asked idly.
"Ever thought about a threesome?" Fuck, a grenade!
Fire in the hole! He thought, desperately trying to
work out an answer. Unbidden, the old perverse fantasy
comes to mind...
//We share _everything_ his girlfriends tittered at
him at him from the bed. Want to join us?//
"Absolutely not," lying emphatically, not even able to
call it half-truth easily.
Suspicion flickered in her blue eyes, and obviously he
hadn't covered his momentary fantasy well enough, or
she was remembering the first time she'd called him
out for the same thing. "Let me rephrase that," the
blonde said. "Ever thought about a threesome with me
and someone _other_ than Fiona?"
"Answer's still no." Honest truth that time, he
wouldn't consider for a second hooking up with one of
Jen's friends. They were fun to hang out with,
certainly, as full of vibrant energy as Jen herself,
and attractive for the most part, but... Ashley had
looked at him like a tasty cut of meat ever since
she'd found out about the impending wedding, Kim was
kind of a freak, to put it nicely, and Julie seemed to
channel that Do the Creep video any time she went
looking for a guy at the dance club. That wasn't
baggage that he wanted, and more importantly...
"Why not?" Jen asked with curiosity on her face as she
turned her full attention to him. "I mean, I've seen
your magazines and you know that I'm not opposed to
the idea."
"Because, Fiona." He responded, more shortly than he
intended. There were a few good reasons he didn't see
the need to put voice to but the one that mattered was
commitment. Explaining, he said, "Fantasy's fine and
all, but I don't think Fiona's anywhere near as
liberated on the idea as you or I."
"Well, your birthday's coming up, and I kinda wanted
to do something really special and different for your
present."
Grinning, he leaned back and said. "You don't have to
go to extremes. You know what they say: the way to a
man's heart is a steak and a blowjob..."
"You know I can't cook, you dick." She sniffed
peevishly at him, folding her arms beneath her
breasts, but still in good temper.
"I'm not saying the idea isn't appealing. I'm just
saying that you don't have to do things like that to
make me happy. There's fun, and then there's us. I'm
not going to go around shoving my cock into any girl
that comes along, because it's not right."
Mulling that over, she asked with an enigmatic smile,
"What if it were just me and another girl, and you get
to watch?"
"Uhhhh." Just can't resist lobbing those grenades, can
you sweetheart? He Mentally trying to clear the drool
that now seemed to be coating the inside of his skull,
he stumbled out, "I don't-"
Confident of her checkmate, Jen said, "We can talk
about it again later... there's still a week yet."
Talking, communicating... communicate - that was the
key! Jahn responded casually, "It's still me alone in
the room with you and another naked woman...You really
should ask Fiona, not me."
"You don't think I'll do it, do you?" A cat-like grin
creased her face, blue eyes glittering at him like
sapphires in light. No, he was quite sure that would
be the first question she asked Fiona when her sister
got home, and he resigned himself to it.
***
Jen was as good as her threat, and he came down to
dinner to find both women sitting at the table,
staring at him as he tried to stride into the room
nonchalantly, nothing new, nothing amiss. Nothing
doing. A pair of blue eyes full of triumph and glee,
brown eyes considering and weighing, a strange smirk
touching the corner of her mouth. .
"So, Jahhhhn." The blonde said, practically purring at
him. "Fiona says it's fine by her as long as you
follow a no-contact rule. Voy and Ex, you know."
"Uh, really?" he said to Fiona. "You don't have a
problem with me being alone in a room with Jen and
some naked woman? That's kind of stretching the trust
limits, yeah...?"
Fiona's uncharacteristic smirk deepened. "Oh, I
certainly do trust you, but it's not really necessary.
"Greg will no doubt ensure that you keep your hands
off his girlfriend."
Oh. Shit. Shit. Oh shitty fucking shit shit. He
couldn't seem to think of anything but profanity, and
a limited selection at that. The idea of Jen getting
down with some girl was a hot fantasy, and Amy wasn't
unattractive, and he didn't have issues with Greg
anymore, but...
Attention back to Jen, he said accusingly, "Was it
your idea, or Amy's?"
Eyes dancing, she said, "Neither, actually. It was
Ashley's, but there's no way in hell I'm letting that
free throw anywhere near you." Good to know that he
wasn't the only one that had noticed the redhead's
undue attention to him. "It was just girl-talk, came
up when I was discussing your birthday present. Both
Kim and Ashley had said they'd done them before, and
thought it was a lot of fun... not even sure how Amy
and I got on the subject when the others were gone,
but she wanted to do something for Greg too, so it
kinda went from there."
"Well, I guess..."
"Just say 'Thanks for the amazing birthday present,
Jen' and get over it already." The blonde advised him,
as Fiona chimed in with, "Oh puhlease, Jahn. Jen
already told me about those magazines you got rid of."
"And there's absolutely _no_ chance you'll con me into
something like this, adventurous spirit or not," the
brunette warned him, as if he'd been behind the whole
thing.
***
Jahn had only seen Amy a few times since they'd first
met, the woman preferring to keep to a more relaxed
girls-only, no-boyfriends allowed environment when out
and about, but what he saw when she and Greg joined
the group that weekend was someone who seemed to have
gone through an amazing personal transformation.
Positively dripping with good vibes and cheer, it was
like she'd become something Greg had remembered her as
– the life of the party. Those light green eyes of
hers sparkled with brilliance and energy, and when she
wasn't hanging all over her boyfriend with adoration
in her eyes, she and Jen practically fed off each
other, amping each other up to new heights of spastic
hyperactivity and joyful abandon, a weird feedback
loop on a pair of super-charged batteries.
While an occasional comment might briefly subdue her,
provoking a haunted expression, she'd simply cast it
off. She was in love and loving life. She deserves it,
Jahn thought. Hope Greg is capable of living up to
what she needs him to be. That was uncomfortably close
to home, echoing his own concerns about the future yet
to come, and he derailed the train of thought to
welcome them to the party.
The man was a lot friendlier than Jahn had ever
recalled him being, and it was hard to dislike the guy
the way he once had. No point in making the effort to
maintain old hostilities. Conversation over beer and
brats went on for a long time, drifting from one thing
to another, even passing over Andrea without incident.
Greg had made his own peace with her long ago when
she'd heard about his incident with Edwards at V&P and
had given him a call to chat. Guess it's impossible to
dislike someone with the guts to stand up for others
when your eyes aren't blinkered by old grudges. Wish I
hadn't taken so long to see it, Jahn thought.
Chris and Andrea stopped by briefly, just long enough
to enjoy the meal and chat with Fiona. Jen's
exuberance had abruptly shifted into low-gear when she
realized Jahn's ex had shown up and was talking to
Fiona, and him as well. Lips pursed in disapproval,
she watched until Andrea noticed her unrelenting gaze.
With a glance at Fiona and a sigh, the taller woman
squared her shoulders and approached his fiancée, who
noticeably bristled as she did so.
"Hey, Jennifer." Her greeting was met with stony
silence that was broken when Andrea extended a hand to
her diplomatically. "I know we probably won't ever be
friends, but I'm willing to call a truce if you are.
Bygones?"
Startled, Jen examined the proffered hand as if it
were a live snake. Jahn had told her about his
reconciliation with his ex, but the two women had a
little history of their own, dating back to college
days. The blonde didn't do big speeches, and after
some consideration, she simply said, "Okay then," and
took the extended hand, squeezing it with some warmth.
It was as good as they were going to get, Jahn knew.
Fiona stood quietly next to him, smiling with approval
and he asked, "Hey, just what does *chkt* mean
anyway?"
"Chkt?" Surprised, she looked askance at him for a
moment before realizing what he was talking about.
"Ohhhh, that. You recall that Jen and I got into a lot
of scraps as kids. You know how upset she gets. It's
kind of a code we worked out to help her step back and
think about what she's doing, my way of reminding her
that she's getting worked up and what she's doing has
consequences. I don't use it lightly, and she pays
attention."
"That's... unique," he offered aloud, as tactfully as
he could. It sounded like conditioning, was his actual
thought, vaguely recalling lessons from an old Psych
class.
Shaking her head, she responded, "It's not a dog
signal, just light communication. You can't always
talk someone down, and sometimes actions count for
more than words."
Wisdom, that, he thought.
***
Jen had arranged for Greg and Amy to come to their
tent on Saturday night, and while he expected the man
to be about as comfortable with the situation as Jahn
was, he did come, following his bright-eyed
girlfriend's lead in silence. The pavilion tent, meant
to house Jahn and his two fiancées was more than
spacious enough, and the blonde had already set up
shop, piling sleeping blankets in the center of the
space, with a folding chair on either side, and a
single lantern to light the room. A cozy atmosphere,
for whatever that was worth. With the zip-windows
closed, the room was dark enough that he and Greg
didn't have to look at each other, and that was an
incredible relief.
Can't imagine having to look the guy in the eye as my
fiancée lezzes it up with his girlfriend, he thought,
pent up nervousness making him fidget. Bromance, this
is not.
While Amy turned a radio she'd carried in to a nice
and loud rock 'n roll station, Jen shed her clothes,
never the shy one about getting naked in public.
"Brrr," she shivered, as the cool October air made her
nipples harden. "Let's get it heated up in here, shall
we?" she said, grinning wickedly at Amy. The curly-
haired brunette showed a bit more trepidation about
taking her clothes off, but nodded her head when Jen
asked her if she still wanted to do this.
Jahn's breath caught as Amy revealed her body to the
others watching her. Long since healed, but still
visible, scars of various sizes marked her shoulders
and upper arms, and the sides of her breasts as well.
Cigarette burns? Places where the skin had been split
by a beating? Edwards is a filthy, fucking animal, he
thought with a simmering anger that he quenched with
effort when he saw Amy looking at the others in the
room with some anxiety, maybe seeking their approval.
She smiled when Greg's shadowy figure gave her a
thumbs up and turned her attention back to Jen.
It was Jen who took the initiative, of course. Amy had
several inches on his own girlfriend, and the blonde
had to pull her in for a kiss that while not as
tongue-wrenchingly passionate as their own, certainly
had no sisterly qualities to it. As they kissed, Jen
slid her hands into the brunette's hair, curling her
fingers in the wavy locks and stroking the sides of
her companion's skull. The kiss seemed to last
forever, but both women visibly relaxed as they did
so, and when Amy finally pulled back, it was to
examine Jen's breasts with a delicate touch. Greg's
girlfriend was well-endowed, but Jen had tits to
spare, and Amy spent some time fondling them
admiringly as the blonde smiled complacently under her
ministrations.
When she'd had enough of being fondled, Jen responded
with some touching of her own, immediately going for
the prize, slipping a slender hand through the light
bush between the brunette's legs, and massaging her
pussy. Amy gave a startled cry as the smaller woman
made contact with her clit, and Jen started to pull
away, but the brunette placed a hand on her shoulder
and drew her back. Grinning confidently as Amy spread
her legs more widely, Jen began to play her hand over
the woman's labia, teasing her clit, only slightly
penetrating with a finger between those lower lips.
Jahn noticed with some surprise that Jen was mimicking
his technique. Tease, he thought, his cock growing
hard with the voyeuristic thrill of the ongoing
display.
Music deliberately drowned out the sounds of Amy's
response to Jen's masturbatory play, but what he could
hear stifled any question of whether she was getting
anything out of what Jen was doing to her. Wanting to
share the sensation with her playmate, Amy drew the
blonde down to the blankets, positioning Jen on her
back and straddling her face as she pulled the smaller
woman's legs apart. Their positioning gave him a solid
view of his fiancée's face and hands between Amy's
spread legs while Greg got a similar view from the
opposite side.
Craning her neck back, Jen gave him a lewd wink before
diving back in. By lamplight, he could see Amy's pussy
glistening damply even before Jen began to run her
tongue over it, eliciting an almost inaudible squeal
of pleasure. A sharp explosion of breath from Jen told
him that her playmate had just done the same, and he
felt a small spike of jealousy when his fiancée came
almost immediately under the other woman's touch. They
continued on in that vein, a flurry of licking and
touching, breathless squealing, gasping and moaning
straight out of some of his favorite fantasies.
A surreal experience, watching the two women couple in
the lamp lit shadows of the tent, in some ways much
like a soft core sex film, though what Jen was doing
between Amy's legs was very visible to him here.
In the darkness, time seemed to stretch like an
eternity, though in reality it had to have been less
than an hour when the pair finally grew tired of the
play and clothed themselves again, sharing a smile and
hugging before Amy and Greg left, hand in hand.
"So, what did you think of that?" she said, tracing a
finger over his chest.
"Great birthday present," he admitted. "Really hot,
but strange, like watching an old porno."
"Yeah," she said, nodding. "It felt really good, but
in some ways it's like... playing with myself. All
physical response, but without any ... emotion behind
it. Fun, but I think we can chalk this up on the list
of 'been there, done that, got the t-shirt' things
we've tried already, okay?
"You want a t-shirt with that on it?" he teased.
Her eyes widened with mock outrage, "Only if you want
it stuffed down your throat."
"Kinky," he said, reaching for her.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, Mr. Halvers," she
laughed, pulling him down to the blankets with her.
Their lovemaking was short, a mercifully brief release
from the extended show he'd enjoyed, but it was...
intense, driving deep into her as if he were trying to
stake a claim. Jealous of a one-night stand, he
thought. Damn.
***
The campout weekend passed into pleasant memory, and
Jahn's birthday was celebrated the next. Fiona's gift
caught him by surprise; he knew she would go for
something she felt more meaningful than Jen's sexy
gifts, but what she gave him... Simply, wow.
When she handed him the small jewelry box, he at first
thought it was a locket, and it wasn't so different
for all that, but... it was a pocket watch of all
things. Modeled after one of those old numbers, it had
a sterling silver casing that unsnapped to display the
clock within. Not windup, she assured him, because
she'd know that would be a pain in the backside. Just
a specially crafted gift, but what made it truly
special was the portrait within the other side of the
casing.
It was a near photo-perfect picture of himself, with
Fiona on one shoulder, Jen on the other, like an old
photo of lovers in a locket. It was not a photo,
however, because he'd never taken that particular shot
with them. Not a photo, but a painting, so incredibly
well-rendered that he had to look closely to tell it
for what it was.
"Beautiful," he whispered, leaning his face towards
hers.
"Me, or the watch?" she asked, brown eyes shining with
good humor, raising her face to his.
A kiss was the only response she needed.
***
The month of October became a blur, closing in on
Halloween. So many memories this year, he thought, as
he added pictures from the Tallagua Lake campout to
his nearly full scrapbook. Memories are made of this,
he thought fondly, those old lyrics haunting him at
the oddest of times. You could build a lifetime on a
foundation like this. They're like those leaves fallen
from the trees, but so much more solid.
His reflections were interrupted by the front door
quietly opening, and then closing, signaling the
return of the two women from their shopping trip for
costumes. Jahn wasn't quite sure what he was going to
wear yet, but he thought-
"Jahn." Closing his scrapbook, he looked up to see Jen
and Fiona standing across the end table from him. No
shopping bags, and Jen's head was raised just high
enough to reveal an expression of abject misery on her
face, the beginning of tears forming. Old fears swam
to the surface of his gut, and he looked from her to
Fiona, who had an arm around her sister's shoulder,
the arm with a comforting brown hand upon Jen's own
slim fingers.
Expression revealing nothing, she spoke only two
words, words that by themselves were enough to turn a
world on its axis.
"Jenny's pregnant..."
To be continued...
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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