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   The Arrangement Chapter 12 By Happy

   I woke up several times during the night.  That was probably because I
was not accustomed to having a third person in my bed.  Each time that I
woke, I looked over at Trudy and Brenda.

   On every occasion, they had switched positions from facing me to looking
away from me and back again the next time.  But, they were always snuggled
together very tightly.  Either way that they were facing, the woman with
her bare chest pressed into her new friend's back had her arm wrapped
around her sleeping partner.  The hand on that arm would be gently holding
her sleeping partner's breast.

   From the moment that I slid into the bed, neither one of them made an
attempt to touch me.  We had all experienced an exhausting day.  Out of
respect, I kept my hands to myself too.

   Finally, at 6:30am, I couldn't manage to go back to sleep.  I slipped
out of the bed as gently as I could.  I looked over my shoulder back at
Trudy and Brenda as I quietly opened the bedroom door.  They hadn't
stirred.

   I closed the door just as gently.  After a quick trip to the bathroom, I
went to the kitchen to start the coffee maker.  It was then that realized
that I hadn't grabbed some shorts before I left the bedroom.  I thought
about sneaking back in, but I worried that I would wake somebody.

   'Why should I care about being nude right now?', I thought to myself,
'All the women in this apartment saw everything I had for hours yesterday.
None of them said a word except for Brenda.  She hid my shorts.  So,
obviously she liked it.  I'll get dressed later'.

   I poured myself a cup and went to sit at the kitchen table.  I almost
yelped when I first sat down.  My bare behind and ball sack found that the
seat was a little chilly.  The sensation only lasted for a moment, but my
balls quickly retreated to higher and safer ground.

   As I sat, I thought about everything that happened yesterday.  Then, I
thought about possibilities to fix Trudy's predicament.  I had several
ideas, but I wanted to talk to her about it.  After all, the final choice
would be hers.

   By then my first cup of coffee was empty.  I went to the coffee maker to
get a second cup.  That left my back to the doorway into the kitchen.  Just
when I was about to pour, I felt two hard nipples press into my upper back
slightly below my shoulder blades.

   Warm flesh pressed against me all the way to the bottom of my butt. 
Arms wrapped around me as hands locked together just under my chest, and
gave me a squeeze.  I received a gentle kiss on the back of my left
shoulder.  Then I felt a soft cheek, an ear, and some long hair press
against the back of my right shoulder.

   I could feel and hear an audible sigh that sounded like 'hmmmm'.

   I recognized the voice.

   Without moving, I said, "Good morning Brenda.  To what do I owe this
wonderful display of affection?".

   From behind me, she began, "I'm just grateful to have you back as my
husband.  The way that you handled everything yesterday was masterful.  You
made sacrifices, took risks, and made good decisions all day.  I feel very
secure with you".

   Brenda continued, "You didn't get mad at me when I hid your shorts.  You
could have, but you didn't.  Seeing what happened to Trudy, I realized that
I'm blessed to be with a good man that doesn't have a problem with his
temper".

   She unlocked her hands and let her index fingers trace invisible trails
down my abdomen to my pubic region and toyed around.

   Brenda blew warm air into my right ear and said, "I really like this
outfit on you.  I hope that you will wear more often".

   I closed my eyes and told myself that I had married and remarried the
right woman for me.

   "Can I ask you a question?", I began quietly as I reopened my eyes.

   Brenda let go of my most sensitive areas and relocked her hands under my
chest.

   "Go ahead", she said as she placed a kiss on the middle of my upper
back.

   "How did Trudy end up in our bed?", I asked bluntly.

   Brenda answered, "She had a tough day yesterday.  She didn't want to be
alone on the couch.  I put her in the middle because it was tight quarters
and she wasn't familiar with our bed.  I didn't want her to fall".

   I put the carafe of coffee down on the counter.  With both of my hands,
I reached under my chest and gently unlocked Brenda's hands.  Once I had
her hands in my grasp individually, I carefully turned to face her.

   I guided her hands up over each of my shoulders and to each other behind
my neck.  She got my silent message and relocked her hands there.  I
reached down took hold her upper legs just below her bare ass cheeks and
lifted her until our eyes were at an even level.

   Brenda wrapped her smooth thighs around my waist and hooked her feet
together behind me.  I moved one of my hands up to her middle of her back
and pulled her upper body closer to me until the tips of our noses were
touching.

   When Jillian and I were in this position yesterday, it was for a brief
moment for her to express joy and thanks.  With Brenda, it was different.
It was for romance.  She showed no signs of wanting to let me go.



   I stared into her eyes and began, "I love you unconditionally and I am
not mad at you.  I am, however, disappointed that you didn't talk to me
about this before I walked into our bedroom last night."

   I took a deep breath and continued, "Trudy behaved herself all night and
so did I.  But, without communication between you and me, it could have
ended differently and badly.  That would've caused a lot of mistrust
between us.  I don't want that".

   Brenda stared at me with puddles in her eyes and blurted out, "You're
right.  I'm so sorry".  Then tilted her head slightly to one side and
planted her mouth on mine and started a long slow passionate kiss.

   Because Brenda had tilted her head, one of my eyes could see the
doorway. Just then, a very naked Jillian slowly padded in.  She was using
her hands to wipe the sleep out of her eyes.  She put her hands down and
blinked a few times to refocus her vision.

   When Jillian noticed us, she said," Eww!!, get a room!".

   Brenda broke our kiss and turned her head around to look at her
daughter. She said sarcastically, "If you don't like it, just look away.  I
love this man.  So, affection is going to happen".

   "Dad?", Jillian asked, "Can I use your lap top please?.

   "Go ahead", I answered, "It's on the little table next to the recliner".


   Jillian left the kitchen to go fetch it.

   Brenda turned around to face me.  She said, "I can't get enough of my
girls calling you that name.  Do you know why?".

   I shook my head 'no'.

   "It's because no one told them to call you that name.  In their eyes
you've earned it.  They each decided on their own to call you that name",
she finished.  Then she kissed me again.

   In the middle of the second kiss, Jillian re-entered kitchen carrying my
lap top and its power cord.  Jillian glanced over at us, rolled her eyes,
and turned to walk to the kitchen table.  She chose a seat closest to a
wall outlet.  She plugged the power cord in and began tapping her dainty
fingers on the keyboard.

   Brenda broke our kiss and moved her head so that the tips of our noses
were touching again.  She said, "I have something to tell you.  While you
were in the shower last night, I explained your rule for females while
being 'here' to Trudy.  At first she looked terrified.  I asked her why she
looked scared.  Trudy said that no one but her doctor had seen her bare
pussy since she was a small child".

   Brenda drew a breath and continued, "I asked her if she was a virgin. 
She answered no.  But, she explained that her few sexual experiences had
been in total darkness.  She woke up this morning at the same time that I
did.  I think that she's still frightened to come out here totally nude".

   "Okay", I began, " I want you to go back to the bedroom and encourage
her.  Tell Trudy how secure that you feel.  Remind her that I could have
groped her last night, but I didn't.  Tell her that there are no threats to
her here.  Most importantly, as you talk to her, I want you to sit on the
edge of the bed facing her".

   I continued, "Keep your knees wide apart and display your pussy to her.
If she won't look at it, ask her to.  Tell her that it's okay to show a
bare pussy here.  Ask her questions about why she is scared.  Answer them
as calmly as you can.  If any question of hers has something to do about
what her pussy looks like, ask her to open her knees and show it to you. 
Then, compliment her".

   I crouched so that Brenda could put her feet on the floor.  She did. 
When she had her balance and let go of my neck, I let go of her back first.
With my other hand that I had supporting her bottom, I gave her light
spank. Brenda squealed.

   I added, "Now go.  Trudy is all alone and she needs her friend's
encouragement.  Don't physically take her hand and drag her out here.  Just
keep encouraging her until she chooses to come out.  Meanwhile, I'll try to
rustle up some breakfast for everyone".

   Brenda left the kitchen.  I finished pouring my second cup of coffee.  I
turned around and leaned against the counter.  I took a long sip of coffee
while considering the breakfast menu.  Sandra appeared in the doorway.  She
paused there to stretch.  Her mother's squeal probably woke her.

   Sandra reached her arms high over her head and locked her thumbs
together.  She arched her back and moved her arms behind her head in the
raised position.  She thrust her chest forward in a deliberate stretch. 
This effectively flattened her larger breasts to look like her sister's and
her mother's 'A' cup size.  Her ribs showed their impression behind the
skin of her abdomen.  Sandra's nipples were so erect.  They looked like
they were struggling to stay attached.

   When a bare chested woman puts herself in this position, it is
magnetizing.  This position makes men stare every time.  It never gets old.
As I listened to Jillian continue to beat on the keyboard, I noticed a
problem.  Sandra was still wearing panties.  I set my cup down on the
counter and walked to her.  I knelt one one knee in front of her.

   "I see that you need my help again", I said as I took hold of both sides
of her waist band.  I looked up between the twin distractions on her chest
and into her face.  I suggested that she brace herself in the doorway.  She
put a hand on each side at about shoulder height.  My help brought her
panties to her ankles.

   I held the tiny garment steady and told her to step out of it.  She
slowly did so.  I raised my head and took a few seconds to stare closely at
her recently shaved pussy.  She caught me and slammed her knees together. I
stood up still holding her flimsy panties.  I gently embraced her for a
second, then I offered her panties to her.  She took them.

   "Go put those away", I instructed, "Then come right back please.  I need
your help to prepare a big breakfast for five people".  She nodded and
left.

   I stepped to the refrigerator and cabinets to remove everything needed
to make scrambled eggs, sausage, hash brown potatoes, and toast.  Sandra
returned.  I pointed her attention to a large bowl, a whisk, and a carton
containing a dozen eggs.  "Scramble and cook all of them please", I
requested.

   Sandra washed her hands and started her task.  I turned on the oven on
to preheat for the hash browns.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
movement in the doorway.  I turned my head and saw Brenda approaching with
a wide smile.  I smiled back.  I put her to work cooking the sausage.

   Trudy's head poked around the corner of the doorway.  She had a 'deer in
the head lights' look in her eyes.  Walked over close to that edge of the
doorway until my face was close to Trudy's.

   I gently said, "There's no reason to be nervous.  Our little group
helped you out yesterday.  We could use your help now.  If you're willing"

   Trudy stepped away from hiding behind the edge of the doorway.  All of
her was now in plain sight to all of us.  She looked at my face and nodded
'yes' in agreement.  I took a quick look at her entire body.  Her small
pubic muff was the same shade of red as the hair on her head.

   I looked at her steel blue eyes and said, "Your beauty is stunning.  I
believe beauty should be displayed and appreciated instead of covered".  As
I began to turn away, I said, "Lets make some breakfast".  Trudy followed
me.

   I pointed to a large cookie sheet, a roll of foil, and partially cooked
diced potatoes.  Then I pointed to a loaf of bread, a tub of margarine,a
plate, and the toaster oven.

   "Wash up and cover the sheet pan with foil and spread out the diced
potatoes evenly", I began, "Get them into the hot oven with a mitt on your
hand.  Keep track of the time that you put them in.  They should be ready
in 15 minutes.  While you're waiting, please toast 8 slices of bread.  Can
you do that?"

   Trudy nodded vigorously and went to the sink to wash her hands.  Sandra
had moved to the stove to cook the eggs.  I had room to open the upper
cabinet doors where she had been.  I started to gather items like plates,
paper napkins, and salt & pepper.

   "Mom and Dad, can you take a minute and come read this please?", Jillian
called out.

   I sighed and replied, "I'll read it if you switch places with me.  Get
some forks and knives to with this stuff that I've gathered and set the
table.  Deal?".

   Jillian answered me silently by standing and moving towards me.  When we
were about brush bare shoulders in passing, she stopped and spoke again. 
"Knude's website is up and I've been chatting with Abbey".  I nodded that I
understood.

   I sat down in front of the laptop and read the first few entries.

   I looked at Brenda's bare back asked her, "Are the sausage cooked
honey?".

   Brenda answered, "Yes.  I've just turned the heat setting to the lowest
level to keep them warm".

   "Good.  Put your spatula where Sandra can reach it.  Then come over here
please.  You need to read this with me", I requested.

   Brenda slid a chair over close to mine and sat down.  She reached up
with both hands and curled her long hair behind her ears.  The position of
her arms forced her to arch her back.  I love that.  For the first time in
36 hours, I felt enough modesty to cover my reaction to my wife's
sensuality with my free hand.

   Brenda read:

   Jillian8teen: Abbey, I'm the girl that you gave your 'Knude" shirt to
yesterday.  I'm looking for work and I'd love to work for you.

   KnudeAbbey: Our Personal Assistant just went on maternity leave for six
weeks.  We need a fill-in for that time.  Is a temporary gig okay with you?

   Jillian8teen: Of course.  What do I need to do to qualify?

   KnudeAbbey: You will have to be interviewed by our manager and our chief
of security.  I recommend that you do it within the next 24 hours.  We
leave for the west coast arm of our tour in two days.  So, a decision will
be made very soon.

   KnudeAbbey: If you're interested, my e-mail address is on the website.
Use it to give me your contact information and I'll set it up.  It would be
in your best interest to wear my shirt and some sandals to the interview.
Leave the rest of your clothes at home.  That will impress our manager that
you are comfortable with our band's image.  That is important to him.

   Jillian8teen: I'm interested, but I have to check something first.  Be
right Back.

   KnudeAbbey: okay.

   When Brenda finished reading, she looked at me with a very serious
expression.  She almost looked scared.  This situation involved her
youngest daughter going on a distant adventure.