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 Nick woke up to warm bodies surrounding him and a gentle breeze against his
cock.  He tried to sit up, but someone pressed him back onto the bed and
straddled his face.  He began to happily lap at the offered slit, and was
soon rewarded with sweet nectar from within.  He slid his tongue along the
open furrow, then flicked it against the hooded button at the top.  The
groan that this elicited proved that this partner was Connie.

   Someone else took hold of his hand and pressed it against more damp
flesh.  He ran his hand gently between the spread legs before running his
fingertip along the dewy lips.  When he slid a finger inside the moist
opening, the legs clamped on his hand, trapping the invading digit as the
owner rode his hand.  He could feel the muscles of the woman's vagina
clench around his finger as she let him pleasure her.

   Then his attention was seized by the feel of two tongues caressing
opposite sides of his cock.  He could feel one slide up as the other
stroked down, and every few moments he could feel them meet across the tip.
"Now, wrap your hand around it, and stroke it gently," he heard Jeanvieve
tell Lydia.  Then the tip was surrounded with warm lips and stroked with a
wet tongue as she began to lightly suck on him.  He turned his attention
back to the furrow above his lips and the slit surrounding his fingers,
trying to bring them both to climax before the lips stole all his
concentration.  It was a very close race, and when it was over he found
himself buried under two contented bodies while the third climbed off the
bed and left the room.

   The clink of ceramic and the smell of fresh coffee caused the two very
pleasant forms laying across him to sit up, and allowed him to finally make
a dash for the facilities.  When he got back, his three lovers were all
sitting cross-legged and delightfully naked on the bed sipping the
rejuvenating liquid, while his rested on a tray on the nightstand.

   "I think I've died and gone to heaven," Nick said with a smile.  "I've
got three glorious angels in my bedroom."

   "Three angels that want showers then breakfast!" Connie admitted.

   "Damn, I never planned for this when I remodeled the master bath.  I
think we could squeeze the three of you into the tub, and I could wash your
backs...  " He grinned wickedly.

   "No, we'd never get breakfast then!"

   Nick laughed.  "Ok, there are three bathrooms with showers, and I think
I have the water pressure to run all three at the same time.  Have you made
a consensus on breakfast?"

   Lydia piped up.  "Yep!  Village Inn, as soon as we're dressed.  So,
maybe you better shower with one of us,"

   Nick looked a bit uncomfortable.  "Do I have to choose one of you?"

   "Nope, we already had a round of 'rock-paper-scissors' while you were
away.  I won!" Connie crowed gleefully.

   "She cheated," Jeanvieve said and Lydia nodded agreement.

   "Did not!  I won fair and square!" Then she blew her friends a raspberry
and dragged Nick off to the master bath.

   Nick was a reasonably good boy in the shower.  He washed Connie's hair
and back, and a few other places that they both enjoyed, then towel-dried
her hair.  They were finished within 45 minutes, her blow-dried and him
clean-shaven.

   Breakfast was relaxing, but soon everyone had places they needed to be.
Nick asked Connie to drop Lydia and him at his home.  "I'm going to try to
help sit with the girls again, see if it may have been a fluke the first
time."

   After kissing both Jeanvieve and Connie farewell, Nick led Lydia to the
garage and held the door of the Jag for her, then leaned in and kissed her
as she buckled up.

   As he settled behind the wheel, Nick asked "Lydia, do Jeanvieve and
Connie get upset, knowing you're my favorite?"

   "Upset?" Lydia thought about it for a block or two.  "No, not upset. 
They wish you spent more time with them, but they also appreciate that the
time you do give them is pure quality time.  I mean, we've all had
boyfriends that invite us out then ignore us to visit with their friends,
or we sit and watch a ballgame we don't give a damn about on TV with him
just cause he's our 'boyfriend'.  With you, we're the center of your
attention, whether we're one-on-one or in a group.  We feel special with
you."

   "Good, I was hoping they felt that way.  I adore all three of you.  But
I have to admit that you are the epitome of my fantasy woman.  I've always
had a fascination with the punk/Goth girl look, and the first time I saw
you, Wow!"

   Lydia laughed and squeezed his hand on the shifter, then relaxed as they
continued the drive.

   The day with the girls was a complete success.  They loved the books he
brought, and made him read the first two chapters from the Disney version.
Then all four of them sat in the living room and watched the DVD version,
with Nick sometimes speaking along with the characters, often closely
mimicking the voices, much to Dina and Alicia's delight.  Dinner was
McDonalds happy meals for all.

   Lydia walked him out to his car.  "Thank you again, Nick.  It's amazing
how you interact with the girls!"

   "They're good kids.  What do you think of introducing them to someone
their own age?"

   "Who?  And where?"

   "My nephew, Steven.  I could bring him over here.  Then I thought we'd
go play on my airplane."

   "Your airplane?!  When did you get it?  Can I see it?"

   "It will be here Tuesday, I have the mechanic looking at it Wednesday
morning, and giving me his report in the evening.  I thought we'd go out
Thursday, look it over, I'd acquaint myself with the instruments, start it
up and roll it around on the ground a little.  Think the girls would be
interested?  Do you want to join me?"

   "I'd love to!  I'll talk to AnnaBeth about the girls going, but I'm sure
it's ok to bring your nephew over.  Maybe Anna will come too.  I'll ask."

   "Ok, second item.  I'd like you to come to California with my brother,
his lady and I.  This would be the 3rd through the 6th of November.  I'd
like you to accompany me to a fundraiser.  I think I could introduce you to
some interesting people."

   "This would be an escort thing?"

   "As far as Cyan's concerned, yes.  I've made arrangements with her
already, if you wish to join me."

   "Sounds good.  Hey, are we going to take your new plane?"

   Nick nodded.  "Yeah, we'll fly from West Jordan to Sacramento.  Stay
three nights, and fly home Monday.  Still interested?"

   "Definitely!  Um, what about your brother and his friend?  Do they know
about, you know, us?"

   "Carl would probably suspect, since he set Cyan and I up with each
other. Gina will probably be curious, because of our age difference.  I'll
just tell her you're my gal.  Or I'll tell her whatever you want her to
know." He kissed her softly on the nose.

   Lydia thought about it and realized it didn't matter.  If Nick had had a
problem with it, he wouldn't have invited her, or he wouldn't have invited
his brother.  "So, what exactly is this fundraiser?"

   "It's a meet and greet for Senator Dianne Feinstein.  The general
feeling is that she's a shoo-in for re-election, so the powers-that-be are
using the opportunity to refill the party coffers.  But the real draw is
President Kerry.  I've made arrangements for all of us to get an
introduction to him, and seats near the main table for the dinner."

   "What!?  You expect to introduce me to the President of the United
States?  Sweet Jesus, Nick!  You can't introduce your whore to the
President!"

   Nick firmly pressed his hand to her lips, silencing her.  The eyes that
had always sparkled at her were now serious, even stern.  "I don't want you
to EVER think of yourself as a whore with me.  A whore is what I went to
Nevada once a month to use.  I pay you and Connie to be my companions.  I
pay you to be seen with me at events that going to stag are highly unusual.
I use you as an excuse to do things I wouldn't do by myself or on my own. I
wouldn't go dancing, or to a piano concerto, or even to the museum by
myself.

   So I pay you and Connie to do these things with me, things I enjoy very
much, and even more because you're there to enhance the experience for me.
You remember that first night.  I wasn't out in that club with some
streetwalker.  I was there with someone that I was going to have a fun time
with.  I was expecting to make a fool of myself, but by damn, I was going
to have fun doing it."

   He took a breath and lifted his fingers from her lips.  "Sorry, didn't
expect that.  My point is if we had never had sex, you'd still be my
favorite companion."

   Lydia looked up at him, then slowly smiled.  "Ok.  With you, I won't
think of myself as a whore.  And I'd be thrilled to meet the President. 
Now go." She kissed him passionately then ran inside.  Nick climbed behind
the wheel with a big grin on his face.

   Monday morning at the gym, he had a similar conversation with Connie,
without the invitation to Sacramento, but with much the same results. 
After his workout, she led him through the employee locker room and into
the manager's office, locking the door behind them.

   "Saturday night was wonderful, and yesterday was fun.  But I want you
all for myself now." She knelt before him and slowly drew his shorts off,
then his jock.  "I'm sorry, were you a little confined?" she stated as his
erection stood up for her.  "Let me kiss you better."

   She laid gentle kisses from his scrotum to the tip of his penis, then
back down to his pubis.  "There, that's better, isn't it?  No?  Let's see
if this helps, then."

   She opened her mouth and slowly engulfed his length before sealing her
lips around it.  The tip of her tongue teasingly caressed the shaft,
causing Nick to groan softly.  "You liked that, hmm?  Do you like this,
too?" She sucked firmly on the trapped organ as she flogged it with her
tongue.

   "No more!" he managed to gasp, then pulled her to her feet and into a
hungry kiss.  His hands slid along her bicycle shorts and caressed the firm
cheeks of her perfect bottom.

   "My turn, now." Her shorts were tight, but he finally slid them off,
revealing a lacy black thong, which he slowly pulled from around her waist.
It seemed to him as if she'd planned for this from the start of her day, as
her pubes looked freshly shaved, and he detected the faint scent of perfume
on the insides of her thighs.

   He leaned forward and kissed her belly, then slowly lower until she
spread her legs apart in invitation to her tasty treat.  He happily began
his meal, using his mouth and tongue to bring her to a writhing, mewling
orgasm.

   When she'd finally caught her breath, he laid her back on the desk and
pulled her sports bra up to expose her marvelous breasts.  He leaned down
to take one nipple between his lips as the tip of his cock parted her labia
then edged into her slit.

   "Oh god, Nick, fuck me!  Ohshitohshit, it feels sooo good! 
Oooohhhhhhggggooooooddddd, yyyyeeeessss!"

   They twisted together on top of the desk until he sealed his lips to
hers, muffling her screaming climax.  As she calmed down, he kissed her
softly and frequently.  "Not that I'm complaining, but what brought that
on?"

   "First, I thought it would be fun." She wrapped her arms around him and
pulled him down on top of her.  "God was it ever!  Second, I wanted to
catch you before your afternoon with Franco, in case he temporarily takes
you out of commission.  Third, I just wanted to have you again." She smiled
at her admission.

   He kissed her softly.  "Thank you."

   After she let him up, he got his towel out of his bag and gently dried
her off, then cleaned up the desktop as well.  She kissed him again then
gathered her clothes and ran for the employee showers, leaving him to make
his way out, shaking his head and smiling.

   "Good afternoon, Mr.  Essex.  Please follow me." The receptionist moved
from behind the desk and led him down the hall as a much younger girl took
her place.  "My name is Rhiann, Mr.  Essex, and I'll be your opponent while
we spar.  I'm also one of the instructors here; so don't worry about going
easy on me."

   Yep, Nick had called it right that first day, she could, and it looked
like, would, kick his ass.

   The session didn't go nearly as poorly as he'd expected.  Rhiann did
kick his ass, but he'd managed to avoid the most damaging blows.  He'd even
honored her with one hell of a shiner after she'd hurt him pretty well, and
then failed to anticipate his anger-enhanced return blow.

   Franco called an end to the session shortly after that, and invited Nick
back on Friday.  And Rhiann asked him to kiss her eye better before he
left.