The Third 2/? {Redman} {sf MF rom}
( c ) October 2000

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understanding that I will be revising/reviewing. I 
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The Third 2/?


The second day (which happened to fall on a Thursday 
for us), Maggie and I had our first face-to-face with 
Elizabeth Rose Lancaster. Maggie was knotted about the 
whole deal, straightening up everything and ordering 
new environs. The lighting was just right, but 
Maggie's wicked sense threw a little bitter into the 
aromas. I'm not sure if that was for her own mood or 
for me, since this wouldn't be a full sensor meet and 
Lancaster for sure wouldn't smell it.

Maggie had even gotten a new, uncomfortable sectional 
to project a more professional image than our old, 
cozy one. When I suggested that we soften the whole 
look with some flowers, Maggie almost orbited and 
snippily reminded me that we weren't setting up a date 
here. I must have looked a little hurt, 'cause even 
Maggie knew she had stepped too far. We cuddled after 
that and I told her that no matter what I was her 
Johnny and reminded her how much she did it for me 
with a nice grind.

That seemed to brighten her a bit, so while she 
straightened up, I cleared the wall and set up to 
receive and broadcast in ten. Maggie came back in five 
and she even looked a dish in her 'caster threads that 
she had chose to wear. Maggie always had an eye to 
what threads wear where. I guess that comes with being 
a 'caster.

She had picked out my gray flannel, which was about 
the least studly threads I own. It could have been 
worse I guess. Knowing Lancaster was a double h, she 
might have asked me to wear something fem. Whether she 
just didn't think it or whether she just knows that 
dressing fem doesn't do it for me, I'm not sure.  Our 
wall notified us it was syncing with Lancaster's and 
Maggie primped us both before she flashed, as big as 
life face-to-face. 

Lancaster looked just like her public sig, of course, 
only 180. She had chosen to 'cast sitting behind an 
old fashion writing desk.  It was a tasteful look, 
though cluttered at first glance. However, all around 
Lancaster, subtly presented, were the icons of a 
scriber. There was the feather pen on the desk, old 
fashion linen stationary in a stack before her, even 
an old QWERTY keyboard in a frame on the wall. It 
seems even Lancaster had an eye for the pose and 
wanted to make sure we knew she was a scriber.

I don't know why she bothered. If I knew my Maggie she 
had already paid a digger to find out everything about 
Lancaster that she was willing to admit to the world - 
and then some. Because she was a 'caster, Maggie knew 
some righteous diggers, too. As a talent herself, 
Maggie couldn't dig any better than I did. But no 
doubt, she already had someone on the case and would 
have had at least a prelim already.

There was a protocol on face-to-face's in our credit 
bracket of course, so as the originator Lancaster had 
the first crack.

"Greetings! Thank you for receiving me into your home. 
My name is Elizabeth Rose Lancaster. Acquaintances 
call me Elizabeth, but my friends call me Rosie."

Lancaster had a nice voice, a little deep and throaty, 
but definitely fem. Her greeting was a nice touch, 
being friendly right off the bat. I doubted whether 
she'd get the same from Maggie.

"I greet you Ms. Lancaster. My name is Margaret Alicia 
Juarez. I invite you to call me Ms. Juarez for now."

A bit less cordial for sure, but professionally 
delivered, as one would expect. Lancaster didn't seem 
twisted by Maggie's cool response though, immediately 
directing a friendly gaze at me.

I realized I had to step lightly here. I certainly 
didn't want to twist Maggie any more than she was 
already. After all, I have to live with her. But, I 
didn't want Lancaster to think that we were both 
twisted out of shape either.

"I greet you Ms. Lancaster. My name is Robert Allman 
LaCroix. Acquaintances call me Robert; friends call me 
Bobby. I invite you to call me Mr. LaCroix." I hoped 
that Lancaster could tell that I wanted very much to 
add "for now," but even what I had said already 
twisted Maggie a notch or two. I could tell by the 
tension in her gorgeous thigh that was touching my own 
possessively.

"Ms. Juarez, Mr. LaCroix, I realize that it is not 
common practice that Third options are offered by 
complete strangers. I would like to do everything I 
can to allay any reservations that either of you might 
have and to do whatever I may to begin our 
relationship on a positive note."

Even Maggie would have had a hard time delivering a 
better line and she had scripters to help her. Whoever 
Lancaster was, she was obviously a sharp cookie and a 
fair scriber to boot.

"Ms. Lancaster," Maggie began in a professional, if 
icy, tone, "since our legals are still working on the 
contract, I'm not certain that we would have a 
relationship at this time that we might have 
reservations about."

"Ms. Juarez, as I'm sure your legals have advised you, 
I'm not asking for anything but the standard Third 
contract that has been well tested by law for some 
years now. Assuming there are no serious preconditions 
that you are requesting, I see no reason why the 
contract cannot be finalized within the next day or 
so. Would you feel more comfortable if I were to call 
again at that time?"

"No, Ms. Lancaster, that won't be necessary. It is 
good to at least see the woman who might be living 
with us for the next year."

"I had been led to believe that your current 
accommodations were sufficient for me to exercise the 
residence options. I assure you that I will take up 
far less room that I am legally entitled to. But, if 
that is a problem, I will of course agree to 
underwrite any reasonable relocation expense that you 
might incur."

Maggie was just being a snit. All that Lancaster had 
said was a given. She was legally entitled to a third 
of our space, but we had plenty anyway. We even had a 
larger flat than the law required of married two's. 
"No, I don't want to move. Our lives are going to be 
disrupted enough with this - this arrangement. We will 
make do here." Maggie may have been more twisted than 
even I realized.

"Ms. Juarez, I can empathize that this situation might 
not be what you would most prefer. I will do whatever 
I can reasonable do to accommodate your feelings. I 
realize that we will not be a family, that I will 
always be a Third in what is YOUR home, but I hope 
that in the end we can be friends."

Maggie was obviously twisted, out and in, but 
Lancaster had been a stand-up lady about it all. I 
felt like something else needed to be said and even 
though it might not have been my place to say it, 
well, there ya go.

"Ms. Lancaster," I began feeling a little tentative. 
"Elizabeth, thank you for expressing that attitude. I 
hope that you will bear with us. Maggie and I have 
been together for a long time and we have never had a 
Third before. It's all a bit -new- to us."

I said it all looking at Maggie, hoping she would feel 
that I wasn't dogging her. It seemed to help a little. 
Maggie does it for me more than any Jane I ever met, 
so even if Lancaster got a little twisted, Maggie was 
my main concern.

"I hope that both of you know that I can respect 
that," Lancaster said more subdued, more gently than 
even before. "It's obvious that you both care about 
each other deeply. I don't want to do anything that 
would intrude on your relationship."

"Does that mean you'll withdraw your option?" Maggie 
questioned a little too eagerly, a little too 
fiercely.

Lancaster took a moment, drawing an obvious breath 
before coming to a conclusion.  "Ms. Juarez, mine is a 
serious offer. I didn't make it frivolously. I'm not a 
frivolous woman. However, if after taking a bit to 
know me, if you have objections to me personally I 
will withdraw my option. Surely you understand that 
even if you reject my option, you will soon be forced 
by law to accept another. You could do much worse than 
me as your Third, Ms. Juarez. But, I don't want to 
exercise my legal rights and then live in a situation 
that none of us would find bearable. And, of course, I 
would feel the same about you, Mr. LaCroix. If there 
is any reason you might find me unacceptable, I would 
understand as well."

There was no reason that I could see why we shouldn't 
accept Lancaster's option. This wasn't like Maggie to 
be so upset. We've known about the Third laws since we 
were kids. We knew about it when we decided to get 
married. It's not like every married couple in the 
world didn't have to do the same thing. In some 
cultures it was much worse.

Maggie was still too twisted so I spoke nice and told 
Lancaster we would be in touch. Then I signed out.

I just held Maggie for a long time because she wanted 
to be reassured. It wasn't cuddling really, at least 
not at first.

But holding Maggie and wiping her tears, it's hard for 
me not to get rocky for her. I guess the same was true 
for her because soon she wanted to be cuddled nice and 
all. We've been together for so long that it's not 
like a seventh night grope with us. We both knew where 
to go to get each other steamy even when we're sad.

I led Maggie into our bedroom and we slowly pulled 
each other's threads off. Maggie wasn't in any hurry 
and neither was I. More than anything she just wanted 
to know that I loved her and that nothing would ever 
change about that. After we were skinned, I let her 
lay me back. She wanted to work on me in a bad way, so 
I lay back as she took the lead.

Maggie always takes my breath away, but even more so 
when she's skinned. Her luxurious, black hair falls 
down her back like a mane and it's the first part of 
her wild, sultry look that grabs the eye. Her hair is 
wicked, but it's her eyes and her lips that get me so 
rocky. She has these wide, almond-shaped eyes that 
make me feel like I'm floating when she turns them on 
me. And her lips! She has these thick, sexy lips that 
make me wanna blow just thinking about them.

That's just the part that I can always see! When she's 
skinned, it's like someone put me in a pressure tank 
and vented the air. First she's got this all over 
tanned complexion thing from her mother's side that 
gives her this smooth burnt copper goddess look 360. 
She's always had a tight bod, but as she's gotten 
higher on the 'cast's food chain, she's had her ass 
and tits aug'ed. They're not synth'ed - so it's all 
her - but she's had them shaped and who knows what 
else.

Anyways, Maggie laid me out and took my hard meat 
between those silky lips, running her hot tongue all 
the way around the head. Seeing her looking at me with 
those big eyes while that tongue worked on me was 
stone rocky. She nibbled her way down the outside of 
the shaft and switched to pumping the head with her 
soft hand as she chewed the root softly, just at the 
base where it rises out of my sack.

As much as I love it when Maggie gnaws on me, I can't 
look at her enough when she's doin' it. So, I pulled 
her up, encouraging her to either mount for a ride or 
let me feast. I guess she thought I looked hungry 
'cause she kept coming up until that lovely, lovely 
beav was right before me, waiting to be devoured.

Maggie had a permanent shave years ago so all that was 
left of her curly's was just enough to tickle my nose 
as I lapped her. Maggie has always been a juicer, so 
it was easy to slide my fingers deep as she stood 
before me on her knees. She was leaning with her hands 
high on the wall above our bed and I could look up and 
see those wonderful tits rising and falling with her 
hot breath. I would have loved to grope them, but my 
other hand was busy stroking her firm ass and it was a 
lot closer.

Maggie's button was swollen and erect as I licked it. 
She clamped down on my fingers inside her and what 
juices I couldn't lap began to run down my forearm. 
They were so hot and thick, as they flowed in little 
rivulets down my palm and over my wrist they snaked in 
a slow, sensuous way that felt great. Her moans 
harmonized with each squishy finger thrust to produce 
a lovely music, firing me up even more.

My left hand was feeling her tightly muscled tail 
flexing more and more convulsively, so I knew when 
Maggie was just about to pop. Right before she did, I 
sucked up her button and buried my fingers deep and it 
was a good thing I was holding tight. Maggie let out a 
wicked scream that let the whole block know she had 
got her nut and her puss was squeezing my fingers 
wicked. It was one of the best pop's she's had with me 
in a long time. I was so glad she could get it just 
when she was worried most about all this Third option 
biz.

But Maggie didn't leave me hanging like some Jane's 
can do. She looked at me all lovely as she settled 
back on my meat and we had a long, gentle ride 
together. Since Maggie had just pop'ed so wicked, she 
was able to take her time before she built up to 
another. I think she just wanted to look into my eyes 
and rock me slow and gentle 'cause that's what she 
did.

I told Maggie how much she did it for me. I told her 
that she had been my first and she would always be my 
First no matter how many Thirds we had. I know your 
not suppose to say that, that legally there's no such 
thing as First, but it felt like something that she 
needed to hear.

At first I thought maybe I had upset her, cause she 
started crying right off. But then Maggie started 
rockin' so righteous I knew it must have been right. 
We had such a lovely, loving toss that I was sure that 
no matter what happened with Lancaster or any other 
Third we would ever have, Maggie and I would love each 
other for the rest of our lives.  That was the way it 
had always been. That's the way I wanted it to be 
forever.