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Cassie
by Janna Leonard (sensuscribe3@yahoo.com)

***

Cassie, told in eleven chapters, is a story of a young 
woman's sexual awakening and desire. There is romance, 
a little heartache, some thrills of discovery, and 
emotional growth as she works her way through her 
feelings. A boy, another girl, then a man and a woman 
share her bed and her life as she progresses from 
virgin to accomplished and confident lover. (FFM, FF, 
teens, bi, rom, voy, oral, mast, anal)

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Warning: This story contains graphic sexual acts 
between minors. If these themes offend you, please exit 
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Authors note: for those of you who like a little 
romance and fun along with the sex. I write about it 
because people do it, it's normal...

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CHAPTER ONE: "Awakening"


I think I first became aware of myself as a sexual 
being when I was around 16. Crampy periods and small 
breasts had appeared at age 12, so I was capable of 
childbirth, but I wasn't interested in motherhood and 
babies.

My mother had given me her brown eyes and olive skin, 
with thick wavy hair that hung to just above my butt. 
At 5-10 and 135 pounds with a size 10 shoe, I didn't 
think of myself as ugly, only ungainly and awkward. I 
also got a little extra body hair, so trimming and 
shaving was an every-other-day task.

Slender and shy with a vivid imagination, I read 
stories and imagined myself the heroine. I discovered 
the tender bump at the top of my little cooter and the 
dampness that came when I touched it, along with the 
pleasant glow from rubbing my nipples. I also took a 
little green or blue pill each morning without fail 
because my mother insisted. Months before when we left 
the clinic, my crotch tender from the Doctor's 
probings, I had asked why. My mother replied "You'll 
see."

My family lived in Sedgwick, New York near the finger 
lakes. The old 2 story house at the edge of town was 
the only home I'd ever known. I longed to travel and 
see distant places and things, doing so often in my 
mind. In reality, I shared a bathroom with my brother 
Chad, 18, who worked afternoons at the hardware store 
my Dad owned. He was due to leave for boot camp soon 
and I'd have the whole upstairs to myself. We were 
civil to each other, but we didn't run in the same 
social circles. He teased me unmercifully about my 
looks and body, seeming to relish seeing me cry. Mom 
kept the books and filled in, and I was occasionally 
called on to help in the store.

School was a long bus ride away and my after school 
activities were at a minimum. I found the forest to be 
a quiet undemanding companion and walked there often, 
lost in reverie of Robin Hood or King Arthur and his 
Round Table. Our parents were from the "old school", 
requiring our best efforts at grades and behavior, 
which meant I got yelled at often for daydreaming.

My sophomore year ended and I had my birthday. Mornings 
I had some chores to do around the house, but 
afternoons were to be mine. Every day I would take a 
book and a large towel into the woods, walking the 
trails that criss-crossed the preserve until I found a 
spot to sit in the sun and read. Not bothering with a 
swim suit, I undressed and sprawled on the towel, 
anxious to continue with the adventures of the 
characters in my novel.

As they were besieged by foes they would eventually 
conquer, I had many fluttery orgasms induced by my 
fingers. One afternoon I was far inside the woods on a 
trail that was unfamiliar, and I came across a pool of 
water. Square and obviously man-made, it was about 50 
feet on a side and 3 or 4 feet deep. It was fed by the 
trickle of a small stream, and the outflow was a brick 
affair with a pipe sticking through. The sun shone 
brightly through the canopy and I settled in for a good 
read. The warm sun felt good on my naked body and I 
spent the afternoon reading and playing with myself, 
wading into the cool water occasionally to cool off.

The pond became my favorite place, a haven for thoughts 
and deeds that I could not do elsewhere. I began riding 
my bike instead of walking in order to spend more time 
at the pond. Some oil and a blanket, sometimes food, 
but never any companions. I didn't know anyone well 
enough to share my love of nudity. I went there every 
day I could, picking a spot on the far side to lay out 
so I could see someone coming. I had explored the 
perimeter of the place and I knew I wasn't the only one 
who came there.

As July began, I was a month into a deep dark tan, 
humming softly to myself as I walked around, picking up 
other people's trash. I saw a tent set up some distance 
away and went to investigate. I had a habit of talking 
out loud when I was alone, and as I bent to touch the 
flap I asked "I wonder whose this could be?" I screamed 
with fright as a male voice behind me said "Mine." I 
whirled around and dropped the bag, attempting to cover 
myself with my hands. I turned crimson and yelled "Who 
are you? What are you doing here?"

He was leaning against a tree, legs crossed, smiling.

"Same as you, I think," he said. We locked eyes for a 
second and he grinned. He was nude, dark brown all 
over, and kinda cute. My height with a wiry build, I 
thought him handsome. He was almost hairless except for 
a tuft at the base of his stomach, and his walnut-size 
testicles were loose in their sac. I was scared and 
said "You shouldn't be sneaking up on people like 
that!"

He smiled and walked toward me, holding out his hand. I 
backed up a couple of steps and tripped over a branch, 
landing on my butt with my legs in the air. "Oh shit!" 
I yelled, more embarrassed than ever. He reached down 
and took my hand, pulling me up and inclining his head 
to the pond.

"Let's go in the water," he said. He held my hand as we 
waded in and knelt in the neck deep water.

"There, better now?" he asked, still smiling. He 
couldn't see my nakedness anymore and I relaxed a 
little. My hair was spread over the water and I 
gathered it into my hands and flipped it to my front, 
hopefully concealing my breasts. The coolness had made 
my nipples hard, and I shivered.

Inspecting him, I saw a boy with big brown eyes and 
longish hair. He had a nice smile and white even teeth.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Kevin," he replied.

"What are you doing here?" I inquired.

"As I said, same as you, enjoying nature," he smiled 
back. I nodded, and he said, "I also enjoy looking at 
pretty naked women." I caught the comment about 
'women', and said "I'm only 16!"

He shrugged and replied "You're still very pretty."

A compliment always made my ears turn pink, and he 
smiled again.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"17, I'm a runaway," he replied.

"Where do you live?" I asked, and he shrugged, waving 
his hands around him and said "Everywhere." Deciding 
that if he didn't want to give out any more information 
about himself, I wasn't going to divulge anything but 
my name.

"I'm Cassie," I said. He nodded and said nothing.

A few moments of uncomfortable silence ensued, then he 
said "I like it when you read out loud, especially the 
poetry." I hadn't read any poetry that day, so I asked 
"How long have you been watching me?"

"A couple of weeks, I guess," he replied. I cringed, 
thinking that he had watched me as I fingered myself, 
invading my private moments of pleasure.

I got angry and yelled "You goddamn pervert!" I stood, 
not caring what he saw, and waded in the direction of 
my blanket on the far side. Standing there shaking, I 
dried myself and quickly dressed. He came up behind me 
as I snapped my bra shut and said "I'm sorry, I didn't 
mean to embarrass you."

I barked "Well, you did, damn you!", picking up my 
things and cramming them into the basket. "You're just 
like my brother, peeking at me while I'm in the 
bathroom!" I yelled. I glanced at him and saw that his 
penis was larger than before. Circumcised with a 
rounded tip, it was sticking out from his body. 'Nicer 
looking than my brother's', came the unbidden thought. 
I blushed and wheeled my bike around, once again 
embarrassed that I could have that effect on him. As I 
rode away, he called "Are you coming back tomorrow?"

I didn't answer and pedaled faster toward home. Going 
to my room, I threw myself on my bed and tried to sort 
out my feelings. Pleased that he thought me a woman and 
attractive, but very angry that he had seen me doing 
private things, my mood was ambivalent. I was quiet and 
thoughtful during the evening and as I went to bed I 
decided to return to my pond, regardless of what he 
thought.

The next day I put on my white two-piece under my 
clothes and rode slowly to the pond. I spread my 
blanket and undressed, thinking "watch me if you want", 
getting out my oil. I applied it and lay on my stomach, 
reading. Minutes passed and I couldn't concentrate on 
my book, I found myself re-reading the same paragraphs 
several times. I put the book away and stretched out, 
enjoying the heat. A rustling of needles close by made 
me look up, and there he was. He was standing nude with 
his pack in his hand, smiling, and said "Hello again." 
I mumbled "Hello" and tucked my head into my arm, 
turning away from him.

"You really ought to take your suit off, you know," he 
stated.

Angrily I said "Why, so you can stare at my boobs some 
more?"

"It's only skin, Cassie, it's only skin," he said 
tiredly and walked around the water to the other side. 
I spent the afternoon sunning, when I left I could see 
his head above one of the logs.

I missed the next couple of days, Saturday was yard 
work and shopping with Mom, and Sunday was church and 
family dinner.

When I came back, he was nowhere to be found. I 
searched the entire area, finding a small trench in the 
ground hidden behind a tree, close to where I usually 
spread my blanket. There was a forked stick jammed in 
the ground next to it, holding a partial roll of toilet 
paper wrapped in plastic. I had been peeing in the pond 
near the outflow, I was damned if I wanted to give him 
the satisfaction of seeing me do that, he'd already 
seen enough! I tried it and pushed some dirt into the 
hole from the small mound nearby, covering the 
evidence. Try as I might to be angry, I was pleased he 
had thought of me.

I didn't see him again until late in the week at mid-
afternoon. He was fully clothed and dirty, but smiled 
at me and said "Hi." Stripping off his clothes, he got 
a small bag from his pack and waded in, standing near 
the outflow. He washed and I could see bruises on his 
thighs and arms. His hands were raw and red. I watched 
and asked "Where have you been?"

"Workin'," was his muffled reply.

He sat and dried off, sighing with relief. I decided 
that the only way to open him up and learn anything 
about him was to be open myself, so I turned my back to 
him and said "Undo me, please."

"What?" he asked.

"I said, undo me, please," I repeated. He untied both 
knots on the top of my suit and I shrugged it off. 
Standing, I stripped off the bottoms and sat back down. 
A little embarrassed but determined, I asked "Why do 
you come here?"

"Aside from the view, you mean?" he grinned at me. 
Blushing, I nodded.

"I live here," he said.

"All the time?" I asked incredulously. He nodded and I 
asked "Why?"

He took a deep breath and said "Because of my family." 
I gestured 'come on, tell me more', and he said "I 
don't have the body weight to play football, or the co-
ordination for other sports, and my Dad thinks I'm gay 
because I like to play the piano and read a lot." He 
was thin, true, but gay? I didn't think so from the 
looks he gave me!

"What are you going to do when winter comes?" I 
inquired.

He shook his head and said "I don't know."

"I live close by," I said, "I could sneak you food and 
stuff."

"Nah, that wouldn't work, but I'll figure something 
out, don't worry."

He relaxed and stretched out on the blanket close to 
me, I think relieved that I knew the truth, and closed 
his eyes. I wrapped the blanket around him before I 
left, letting him sleep as darkness fell.

For the next weeks, we saw each other every day I could 
get away, slowly becoming friends. We read to each 
other, and I checked books out of the library and 
brought them for him. I quit wearing my suit and was 
more comfortable nude around him. Playing in the water 
he would brush my chest or butt with his arm and say 
"I'm sorry," giving my insides a twinge. My nipples 
were constantly hard and I played with myself at night, 
fantasizing about his penis. If I wasn't in love, I was 
surely in lust. From our beginnings of not wanting him 
to see me nude, now I wanted him to touch me.

One afternoon when we were in the water horsing around, 
I put my arms around his neck and hugged him close, 
briefly touching my lips to his. He responded by 
returning the kiss and then looking me in the eye. His 
arms were around my waist and I felt his manhood 
against my belly. Wordlessly, he released me and led me 
to the blanket and dried us off. Sitting, he quietly 
asked "Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?" I replied.

"You know what, Cassie, don't play dumb," he said.

"I like you, I thought you might like to kiss me," I 
said, worried that I'd gone too far.

"I do, I did, but I can't get involved with you."

"Why, because you have another girlfriend somewhere?" I 
asked, a tear coming to my eye.

"No, because I can't be here for you when you need me 
later on...kisses are nice, but they lead to other 
things, and as much as I want that, I can't hurt you 
that way," he said.

"What happened to 'live for the moment', and 'enjoy the 
day'," I cried, throwing his words back at him. He sat 
quietly slumped and said "What if you get pregnant?"

"I'm on the pill," I replied brazenly.

Nothing I had ever read or heard about sex prepared me 
for the truth of it. Laying down and tucking me into 
his side, we cuddled and kissed, stroking each other. 
The warm sun beat on us and our internal temperatures 
raised a notch. I felt my crotch get wet and saw his 
cock grow. I held it, instinct telling me to move my 
hand. He was gentle and patient, his lips warm and 
soft, crooning in my ear, giving me chills.

He rolled to cover me and I opened my thighs as he 
sucked a nipple. His hips ground into me and I grasped 
his penis to put it inside. It throbbed several times 
in succession and he groaned, saying "I'm sorry, I'm 
sorry." Hot milky fluid covered my belly and pubic 
hair, dripping down the inside of my legs.

"It doesn't matter," I replied, stroking his softening 
cock. I rubbed his come into our bellies, coaxing and 
kissing him. I crawled on top of him smothering him in 
wet kisses, moaning with desire, wanting him inside me. 
I rubbed my slit on his cock, coating it with my 
juices. Involuntary twitches were happening deep inside 
me and I was ready. Soon his erection became full again 
and I inserted the slippery tip inside my pink lips. 
Much bigger than a finger, my labia were open, my once 
vertical slit now an oval. 

I pushed back and he slid in a couple of inches. There 
was a tightness there that he couldn't get past, and an 
ache began deep in my pussy. I rocked back and forth, 
willing him deeper with each thrust. Feeling something 
give as he slid all the way inside I froze, legs 
trembling, as the pressure of being filled with his 
cock became real. I cuddled to his chest, moaning "Oh 
God Oh God Oh God." 

Not moving, I quivered as my cunt adjusted itself to 
his presence, spasms inside and all. Kissing him once, 
I rose up on my arms and rocked, letting go the 
tension, consciously opening my pussy on each out 
stroke, and clamping it tight on the return.

Faster and faster, pounding my clit on his pubic bone, 
I felt the pleasure building, gasping for air and arms 
tiring.

"My nipples, please pinch my nipples!" I whimpered, 
getting closer and closer to release. He cupped my 
breasts and rubbed them between thumb and finger, 
connecting them to my pussy's heat. His face got red 
and he started crying "Cassie, oh God yes Cassie!" as I 
felt him throb. My pussy got flooded with come and I 
climaxed hard, crouching for short fast thrusts that 
bumped my cervix. I screamed, humping him until I 
couldn't move. The waves slowly diminished, leaving me 
crumpled on top of him, his now softening penis buried 
in my folds. I kissed him and nibbled his ear, getting 
a smile. Neither of us moved until he fell out of me 
some minutes later.

Pink wet slime covered his cock as I rolled off of him 
and looked down. There were bubbles of it covering the 
base of his cock and I felt it oozing from my slit. We 
waded into the warm water holding hands and rinsed. I 
bent and pulled at myself to get a look, surprised to 
see the lips closed once more. They were red and puffy 
and I ached inside. A wonderful ache though, I thought 
as we kissed.

His lips nuzzled my neck with a wet kiss and his hands 
held my breasts. For the next 2 hours, I was in heaven. 
I was ready again by the time we got back to the 
blanket and he cradled me in his arms, kissing my face. 
I felt like he was worshipping my body, wanting to know 
each inch intimately. He gradually worked his way down 
my body and when he got to my pussy, urged me to open 
my legs. He went after my labia and clit with his 
mouth, knowing exactly where to suck and lick to 
produce the desired effect. I held my knees up, and I 
think I came three times, crying and screaming each 
time with the joy of it. This was sex, wonderful sweaty 
intense sex, and I was ready for more.

I pulled him up to kiss him and reached for his penis, 
guiding it to my center. I arched my back and said 
"More?"

"You sure?" he asked, a doubtful look on his face.

I nodded and pulled his hips closer, pushing him inside 
me. I flinched as he went past the sore spot and he 
stopped, concern on his face.

"It's ok, it's ok, honest, go ahead," I pleaded and he 
slowly slid his cock deep. I wrapped my legs loosely 
around his body, my knees wide, and our second time was 
slow and sweet. Somehow feeling harder than before, he 
penetrated past my uterus, nudging something up there 
that felt very, very good. We kissed a lot and he took 
the time to suck a nipple or nibble my ears. His rhythm 
changed and he went faster, causing my pussy to start 
squeezing him.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!" he said and as I felt the wetness 
of his come, I came in a rush, clamping him tight and 
wheezing for breath. Long seconds later, he collapsed 
on me and I held him.

We splashed in the water again, dunking each other like 
the children we were, in awe at what we had just done. 
Our bodies fit together just like nature intended, 
giving and getting immense pleasure from it. I was 
happy.

"My curfew is dark, I'll have to leave soon," I said, 
hugging him.

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Oh yes, count on it," I replied.

It was already Mid-August and we didn't know when the 
snow was going to fly. We made the most of each day we 
had, starting with a kiss and a hug, ending with 
several orgasms for both of us. Remembering the first 
time, our ritual began with my mouth on him, his strong 
male scent in my nose as I sucked him. I swallowed his 
warm salty fluid, finding that he tasted differently 
each day depending on what he ate. That made me very 
wet and as soon as he recovered I would lie on my back 
and beckon to him to fill me. We tried every position 
we could think of, my favorite being on my stomach with 
my ass high in the air. I could have 3 or 4 orgasms to 
his one, especially if he put his thumb in my butt.

Several nights were spent in his tent, my mother 
thinking I was at a girlfriend's house. Waking up with 
him near me was thrilling, and we began the day with 
slow sex, tongues and fingers everywhere. Cuddling in 
his sleeping bag if it was cool, I fell asleep with him 
inside me more than once.

I posed for him several times and as he labeled and 
catalogued each print, I thought perhaps in later years 
they would give him pleasant memories of me. I kept two 
of him, both showing his smile and his body.

A week before Labor Day, I told him that school was 
going to start the Tuesday after and asked what he was 
going to do.

"I won't be able to be with you any more except on 
weekends and maybe not then," I said.

"I'll have to leave, they're probably getting pretty 
close now anyway," he replied.

"How long have you been gone?" I asked.

"Since the end of May," he said.

Our lovemaking the last days was soft and sweet, with 
extra efforts from him to please me. Sucking on my 
clit, he would murmur "Sweet, sweet," and play with my 
butt. The Friday he left, we met for the last time at 
the pond about 2 PM. It was windy and cool as we 
snuggled in his tent, warming each other.

"Look for my name in a few years," he said, "I hope to 
learn to take great photographs and write, maybe be a 
foreign correspondent. Maybe I'll be famous," he 
laughed.

We spent our last two hours together destroying any 
trace of his presence at the pond. We put anything that 
could be connected to him in a bag, which I would take 
with me and burn.

"I love you," I cried, tears dripping from my chin.

"I can't ask you to wait, just hold a place in your 
heart for me sometimes," he said.

"Always," I replied. He shouldered his pack and walked 
deeper into the woods, stopping once to wave and blow 
me a kiss. I cried for an hour, sobs of sadness, regret 
and loss all rolled into one.

I burned the bag at my house and cried myself to sleep 
that night. In the morning I had a terrible headache 
and after breakfast went to do my laundry for the first 
time in three weeks. I was in the laundry room putting 
clothes in the washer when Mom walked by, wrinkling her 
nose. She didn't say anything until I came out and sat 
at the table, sipping my coffee.

"Want to tell me about it?" she asked.

"What?" I said.

"For starters, why your laundry stinks of sex and your 
panties are stiff in the crotch with sperm," she 
smiled.

Embarrassed again, I turned pink and hung my head. Over 
the next three hours, she wrangled the whole story out 
of me, including a description of what my first time 
was like.

"Now you know why you are on the pill, sweetie," she 
said, patting my shoulder. "You're a lot like I was at 
your age, I couldn't get enough."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"When I was your age we had condoms, only we called 
them rubbers. I had several long term relationships 
with boys before I met your Father."

"With sex?" I squeaked, aghast at her revelations.

"Of course with sex silly, why else would you go with a 
boy?" she calmly replied.

Somehow I just could not envision my Mother in the 
throes of sex with a boy, and it was impossible to 
imagine her and my Father together. My brother and I 
were here on the planet so the evidence was there, but 
my mind was unable to grasp it. Suddenly I looked at 
her in a different light, as a woman, not as an 
authority figure, and understood. Females are the 
security of the children, the nurturers, and in the 
future I would be just like her. I had joined their 
ranks.

"So you're not angry?" I asked.

"No," she said, shaking her head, "I saw the signs, I 
knew it would happen, look at it in a positive light, 
you're filling out your bra a little better, your 
complexion has cleared up and you're not so scrawny any 
more!" She laughed out loud and hugged me hard, 
whispering "Oh my darling girl" in my ear.

"I wish I had something of his to keep, maybe even a 
baby," I said.

"No, you don't, Cassie, not a baby...you have something 
more precious anyway."

"What's that?"

"Memories, sweetie, memories," she said, and hugged me 
again.

I didn't say anything about the two pictures.


CHAPTER TWO: "Seduction"


My mother's acceptance of my actions drew me closer to 
her. I helped out with laundry and meals whenever I 
could, and she was grateful. That led to many intimate 
conversations on the couch, sharing our secrets and 
feelings. She encouraged me to dress in a more feminine 
way, giving me hints about makeup and hairstyles that 
would look good. I started wearing dresses and skirts 
to school instead of jeans and got a toe ring. My 
underwear became silky and smooth, full of lace and 
strings, my bras exposing a little more of my meager 
cleavage to the world.

My brother left home for basic training and I moved 
into his room. The full-length mirror on the closet 
door reflected the new me. For once in my life, it felt 
good to be female.

Time flew by, before I knew it we were in Christmas 
break. Dad announced that we'd have to put up with some 
contractors in the spring, we were getting a pool 
installed and that was going to be everyone's Christmas 
present.

We opened presents early the next morning. I got 
clothes, some money and frilly underwear from Mom. 
Fleeting thoughts of Kevin passed through my mind, 
warming my panties. I still thought of him, but not in 
a sad way. He had given me the gift of womanhood and he 
would always have a special place in my heart.

After Christmas, school resumed and I continued to ride 
the bus. Gym class was indoors now due to weather and 
our teacher Miss Kelsey worked us hard, exercising and 
running laps. Volleyball was fun but tiring, and swim 
class was the best of all. A new girl got the locker 
next to me and introduced herself as Sammi. As tall as 
me with blond hair and pale blue eyes, she was 20 
pounds lighter and skinny. She had the pinkest nipples 
I'd ever seen and a tiny butt. No hips to speak of, and 
she didn't need a bra at all. The few pubic hairs she 
had served to enhance rather than conceal and she 
called it her 'peach'.

Outgoing and popular from the first day, she made 
friends easily. Being the tallest girls in the class we 
were often paired up and gradually got to know each 
other. Her folks had moved to town just before 
Christmas from Florida. Dad was a CEO for something, 
Mom was a housewife and she had a brother named 
Christopher. Our only class together was gym, and as 
she and the other girls talked about boys, I could tell 
which ones were experienced and which were not. I would 
smile inwardly, thinking 'if you only knew'.

My body had changed some, my breasts had grown to the 
point where they bounced and ached if they were 
unrestrained. My pubic hair was spreading upward, 
requiring me to trim it often. My slit had changed its 
appearance too, from very similar to Sammi's to more 
like my Mom. My hood was very evident at the top, 
separating the outer lips. Easy to get to, it provided 
nice feelings at night in my bed.

Sammi and I became friends, skating on Friday nights. 
My Dad bowled on Fridays and he would drop me off and 
pick me up. I flirted with some boys and avoided 
others, particularly ones who looked like Kevin or 
acted like my brother. Sammi was a tease, rubbing 
herself on boys as she skated, and sometimes vanishing 
for a few minutes at break time.

In May the contractors broke ground for the pool and 
our yard and house were a mess. I had a small party for 
my 17th birthday and invited Sammi and some other girls 
I knew. The weather was warming and the last few days 
of school were nice. The heavy winter clothing was put 
away and I wore short dresses and sandals, looking 
forward to being nude once again in summer.

I passed all my classes with a B average, making my 
parents proud of me. I sat in the sun and watched as 
the guys put the finishing touches on the pool, 
dreaming of laying out stark naked on the deck. My old 
white two piece fit snugly, and I'm sure I got a few 
looks as I sunbathed. I invited Sammi for the opening 
that weekend, she said she wouldn't miss it for the 
world.

Sammi didn't seem to care when her suit would slip and 
expose a breast or a butt cheek and she giggled at me 
when my top came undone. Our horseplay became physical, 
dunking each other and laughing hysterically. Dad said 
there would be some other folks coming the following 
day, and I got the idea that Sammi might like to see my 
pond.

The next day we gathered our stuff and I asked my Mom 
if we could go. I got permission as long as we were 
home by dark. I agreed and we headed for the woods. On 
the walk, Sammi was curious and talkative, getting 
personal with her questions. I told her very little 
about Kevin, talking mostly about the pond itself and 
the feelings I'd had there.

She saw it first and ran to the edge, dipping her toes. 
"Oohhh, cold!" she squealed. I walked to the bank and 
looked it over, thinking it needed a good cleaning. 
Some memories popped into my mind and I shook my head 
to clear my eyes of the tears. 'right over there by 
that tree' I thought, blinking hard.

"What's wrong?" Sammi asked, touching my shoulder.

"Nothing," I replied, "Let's get it cleaned up and swim 
a little."

We took the fallen branches away and spread our blanket 
near the water. We waded in holding hands and cleared 
some of the winter debris from the surface, throwing it 
on the banks. It was cold and we shivered as we dried 
off and sat down.

We talked for awhile, letting the sun do its work and I 
told her a few things about Kevin. Her eyes got bigger 
and she listened with rapt attention as I described his 
body and what he had done for me. "Oh, wow!" she said 
as I finished. She asked "Is that why your lips hang 
out?"

"I guess," I replied, surprised that she had noticed 
that intimate detail. I had looked at her, so fair was 
fair and I shrugged it off. We talked for a few more 
minutes, her requests for more details about Kevin the 
most frequent topic.

She stood up and said "Race ya!" and dove in. I waded 
in and swam toward the center. The next half-hour was 
horseplay and dunking each other, enjoying the cool 
water. When I got out, I took off my suit and hung it 
on a branch, and Sammi blushed. "What are you doing? 
What if someone sees you!?" she exclaimed.

"Then they'll get an eyeful, I like being nude better," 
I replied. I sat down and Sammi kept looking at me out 
of the corner of her eye, trying to peek without 
getting caught. We had seen each other naked dozens of 
times in the showers at school, I couldn't figure why 
it was such a big deal.

Finally she said "Oh, the hell with it!" and peeled off 
her suit. Somehow this seemed more exciting, naughty 
somehow that we chose to be nude. I got the oil out of 
my bag and asked "Want me to do your back?" She nodded 
and lay down on her tummy, spreading her legs slightly. 
I started at her feet, savoring the view and worked my 
way to her butt. I massaged the oil on each cheek, 
enjoying the feel of her skin. I rubbed over her 
dimples on the way to her shoulders and she wiggled. 

"Roll over," I said. She did, again spreading her legs, 
putting her arms over her head. I started at the top, 
debating whether to apply oil to her breasts. I thought 
if she didn't like it, she could always say no. I 
rubbed from her collarbone down, smoothing the oil, and 
caressed the slight swell of her right boob, sliding 
over the nipple to do the same to the left. She said 
nothing but her nipples got hard, and I spent some time 
making sure they were adequately oiled.

We exchanged places and she began oiling me. Her hands 
were strong and I relaxed as the warmth of the sun and 
the oil did its work. She kneaded my butt, stroking 
between my legs with her fingers, moving down my legs. 
No one had ever touched me like that, not there anyway, 
and I could feel myself start to get wet! I thought 
'what the hell is going on!?' I liked boys, or at least 
I thought I did, thinking of Kevin.

She did my feet and I rolled over without being told. 
She dripped oil directly on my boobs and massaged it 
in. My nipples got hard quickly and I felt another 
twinge directly connected to my puss. I parted my legs 
and she avoided my hair, going instead down the inside 
of my thigh. "Mmmmmmm, that feels good," I murmured. 
She spent a lot of time working around my upper legs 
and gradually moved to my feet. She popped my toes one 
by one, commenting on my ring, and said "There! All 
done!"

I was relaxed, wet and more than a little horny. She 
laid down next to me and we talked some more. The heat 
got to us and we got into the water, slowly swimming 
and moving around. "Geez, you're right, it does feel 
better without a suit," she said. I smiled and said 
"Told ya!" I still needed some relief, so I used the 
cover of the water to finger my clit. It responded 
quickly, getting big and hard, and I stifled a squeak 
of pleasure as I came. It wasn't a big one, but it took 
the edge off.

We went back to our towels and ate some snacks, sitting 
cross-legged facing each other. If we were going to 
look at each other, there was no need to crane our 
necks and be uncomfortable. Her eyes dropped to my slit 
several times during our conversation, as mine did to 
hers. I was curious, for sure. She surprised me by 
saying "Your pussy looks pretty." I laughed and said 
"God girl, you need your eyes examined, my pussy looks 
like a clam!" She giggled and I laughed louder, 
wondering what was all this about?

There was several moments of dead silence and she 
quietly asked "Can I show you something?" "Ok, I guess, 
is it gonna hurt?" I asked. "No, no, it feels good once 
you get used to it," she said.

"Just lean back and spread your legs," she instructed. 
I did as she wanted, leaning back on my elbows. She 
knelt between my knees and touched my pussy with her 
middle finger. She pushed it in and I flinched. It was 
plenty wet, but she was at the wrong angle. I reached 
down and parted the lips, guiding her fingertip to my 
entrance. 

"Right there," I said. She turned her hand palm up and 
slowly pushed her finger in all the way. She took her 
other hand and pushed down on my belly just above my 
hair, and I felt her finger move in circles. She hit my 
come spot and made me feel tingly and warm all over. It 
also felt like I had to pee, so I said, "You keep that 
up and I'm going to pee all over your hand." 

"I know," she said, "it feels like that for a minute, 
and then it gets better."

'Better' did not begin to describe what occurred soon 
after. My nipples got hard and I played with them, 
watching her concentrate. The feeling of the full 
bladder disappeared, replaced with a heat. I could feel 
my pussy gripping her finger and this was not something 
I was consciously doing. The glow continued outward, 
making my knees weak and my breathing labored. I could 
feel a pressure building in my groin, my legs were 
quivering, and I laid down. What she was doing was 
connected to my nipples, each time I would roll one 
between my fingers, it would get warmer in my pussy. 
The pressure built higher and her thumb started bumping 
my clit.

I was no stranger to orgasms, but as my stomach 
clenched and my heels began drumming the ground, I 
screamed out loud with the sheer pleasure of it. I felt 
my pussy lock onto her finger and milk it, wave after 
wave of joy coming with each spasm. She held my belly 
down and worked the finger harder and faster upwards 
and it continued, jolting my muscles. I grabbed her 
hand and said "Jesus no more, please, I can't stand 
it!" She kept her finger inside and stroked under my 
clit and down, toying with the first 2 inches of my 
hole.

There was a big wet spot on my towel and I was 
dripping. She pulled her finger out slowly, looked me 
right in the eye and stuck it in her mouth. I was 
amazed and more than a little confused. I had tasted 
myself, but the last thing I expected was for her to do 
the same. "Do I taste ok?" I asked. She grinned and 
said "Wonderful!" I got a coke and said "So now what?" 
She looked down at the blanket, suddenly shy, and 
whispered "You can do me, that is if you want to."

I said "Ok," and she quickly lay on her back with her 
knees up, legs wide apart. Taking both hands, she 
parted her labia before I ever got on my knees. Wet and 
very pink, her insides looked beautiful. Her clit was a 
tiny bump barely protruding from its hood and I could 
smell her. Her entrance was down low, about the 
diameter of a nickel, with white milky fluid oozing 
from it. I inserted my finger and groped for her spot. 
I angled my finger and hit it on the first try.

I pushed with my other hand and began circling the 
area, pressing out with my finger and down with my 
hand. From the first touch, she was shaking and saying 
"Yes! Oh yes! Right there... oh yes... Yes!" I felt her 
pussy clamp on my finger and the rippling of her 
muscles inside. I used my thumb on her clit and she 
started humping my hand. She climaxed harder than I 
had, gasping for air, muttering "Oh god, oh god, oh 
god, that's so good... oh god yes, FUCK ME!" 

Her writhing and convulsions gradually subsided and she 
stopped my thumb from stroking her clit. I continued to 
move my finger around inside her, enjoying her aroma 
and slipperiness. She eased herself off my finger and 
curled on her side. I joined her, touching her 
shoulder, and asked "You ok?" "Just need a minute," she 
said. My hand was wet to the wrist and I licked my 
finger lightly, testing. The taste was tangy sweet with 
an earthy smell and I put 2 fingers in my mouth. I 
walked to the pond and waded in, washing my hand and my 
crotch. When I came out she was sitting up, drinking a 
coke.

"So where did you learn that?!" I asked.

"Counselor at the gym camp I went to, likes girls, 
taught me about it, kinda nice, isn't it?"

"I'll say!" I replied. She laughed and said "You should 
have seen her... she squirts when she comes, and got me 
all wet! She went down on me, too."

"What's that like?" I asked.

"Very intense, once I relaxed. I was afraid we were 
going to get caught." 

"Did you ever do it to her?" I asked. 

She nodded and said "Once, her clit is about the same 
size as yours."

I sat there digesting this information and she waded 
into the water, swimming toward the center. She floated 
for awhile, nipple tips breaking the surface, and I got 
horny again.

The sun was getting low in the sky and I said "We'd 
better get back soon." She agreed and we collected our 
belongings. We rinsed the towels out in the pond and I 
packed my suit in the bottom of my bag. As we walked 
back, she reached for my hand and held it. At the edge 
of the woods, she stopped, turned to me and put her arm 
around my waist. She cuddled close, pushing her breasts 
into my side and said "Thanks for understanding." 

Before I could reply, she leaned forward and kissed my 
lips, a quick one, soft and gentle. I leaned toward her 
and we kissed again, deeper, longer, with some tongue 
in it. She massaged my ass and stroked one of my boobs 
with her finger. I returned the favor and I was getting 
hot. I had kissed Kevin like that, and I knew from past 
experience that it led to more.

The next few days were confusing to me. When we skated 
that Friday night she made no mention of our afternoon 
and teased the boys just like before. Was I attracted 
to her? My experience with girls was limited at best, 
so I asked my Mom. "She is pretty," Mom said when I 
asked her what she thought of my new friend. "Has she 
touched you, is that what's wrong?" Mom smiled. I 
turned pink and nodded, and she said "You're not the 
first girl to be attracted to another."

I looked at her with the obvious question in my eyes 
and she dropped her voice to say "You remember when I 
told you about the boys I dated?" I nodded and she 
continued "Well, there was a girl too, sweet and my 
age, and we experimented a little."

"Like how?" I asked.

"Oh, fingers and tongues in the secret places, things 
like that," she blushed.

"Moooommmmmm!" I cried, "really?"

"Really," she said, "her name was Katrin." 

"What happened?" I asked, desperate for more 
information.

"She became possessive and we had to part ways, but she 
taught me a lot," Mom said. "She was safe, no chance of 
getting pregnant and an excellent kisser, but she 
didn't care for boys at all," Mom confided.

"Isn't it wrong?" I asked, my panties getting damp.

"Depends on how you feel about it," she replied.

"I am curious," I said. 

"Are there any feelings like you had for Kevin?" she 
asked, mentioning his name for the first time in 
months.

"Some," I admitted.

"Ah, the joy of young love!" she cried, hugging me 
tightly.

Armed with this new information, I invited Sammi to 
spend the night after skating and she agreed. She was 
her usual self at the rink and as Dad parked the car, 
we went to my room. "I need a shower, I stink!" she 
declared, and I pointed out the door to the bathroom. 
She came out in her underwear, toweling her head and 
said "Your turn." I showered quickly, rubbing my clit 
in anticipation. I entered my room and she had turned 
the light off, leaving only my night light.

"Would you like to sleep nude?" I asked. She thought 
about it, shrugged and pulled her panties off. She sat 
with me and asked "Can I borrow your hairbrush?"

I handed it to her and watched as she untied her hair 
and brushed it. Normally vivacious and bubbly, this was 
the quietest I had ever seen her. "Anything wrong?" I 
asked. 

"No, well... yeah kinda."

"Come on, Sammi," I said, "I've known you for months 
and you've never acted like this...what's bothering 
you?"

"Wondering what you think of me, I guess," she said. 
"I'm your friend, Sammi, our afternoon didn't change 
that. I learned something new that felt really, really 
good, and I have you to thank for it, then all of a 
sudden I'm supposed to hate you, or what?" I said. 

"I don't want you to think that I do that with 
everybody, that's all," she replied. 

"I don't," I said, "Come on, let's go to bed. I turned 
out the light and we snuggled in the bed, me flat on my 
back and she next to me, with her head in the crook of 
my arm. I kissed the top of her head, and said 
"G'nite." She threw her leg over mine and hugged my 
waist. In minutes, her slow even breathing told me she 
was fast asleep.

The next morning we awoke early and got our robes on 
for breakfast. There was a note on the kitchen table 
saying that my folks were gone for the day shopping.

"Come on," I said, "This is our chance to use the pool 
naked!" We went to the deck and dropped our robes. 
"Isn't this better than an old clammy suit?" I cried as 
I dove in. 

Sammi followed and surfaced near me. "What if someone 
comes?" she asked. 

"I'll lock the gate," I said.

We spent the day in and out of the water, and about 3 I 
said "Your tits are getting red, we better cover up." 
We showered and put on some shorts and I rubbed some 
ointment on her boobs. "They're gonna be sore, "I 
laughed. 

She grinned and said "It was worth it." She left, 
saying she'd call and I was busy making iced tea when 
my folks arrived.

The following Saturday, Sammi came over and we went to 
the pond again. This time we were better prepared, 
bringing a big blanket to sit on. As we undressed by 
the edge, she said "I didn't bring a suit." 

"I didn't either," I replied. I had hoped for this day 
all week and each time we talked she was non-committal. 
I was also secretly hoping she would show me some other 
things, some very sexual things, and I was excited.

We dove in and swam out to the middle. We sat on the 
bottom, playing footsie and toe tag and she pushed 
herself over to me. She blushed and asked in a small 
voice "Can I kiss you again?" "I thought you'd never 
ask," I replied and our lips met. Her hands went 
exploring and her middle finger found my clit, rubbing 
it to erection. I was busy with her nipples, breaking 
the kiss long enough to say "If we're gonna do this, 
let's get comfortable!"

She would kiss me and then lick my upper lip on the 
inside, going from corner to corner, as if she were 
tasting me for the first time. I copied her actions and 
we were soon laying on the blanket. She was on top 
sucking my nipples, trying to work her hand in between 
my legs. This was hot, so sensual and soft, but my 
pussy was twitching and my nipples ached. 

She let go of my boob and whispered "Can I?" I knew 
what she was asking and I said "Sure." She grinned and 
slid down my body, spreading my legs wide and raising 
my knees. She planted wet tongue kisses in my pubic 
hair, in the crease where my leg joined my body, and 
all up and down my inner thighs.

My clit was hard and sticking out, I could feel her 
breath on it from time to time and when her mouth 
engulfed it, I quivered with excitement. She would 
suck, then lick, moving from the bottom back to the 
top, exploring with her mouth. I came close ten times 
and she would always move at the last second. "You 
taste good," she said. 

"Thank you," I replied and she giggled. She'd been at 
it for almost a half-hour, making me crazy with desire 
and the need to come. She sucked hard on my clit and 
slipped her finger inside, touching my cum spot. I went 
over the edge and fucked her face with my hips.

"Ah! Ah, ah, ah, ah, aaaaaahhhhhhh!" I screamed again, 
not caring who heard or saw. Her finger felt like a log 
inside me as my pussy clamped and released it. I 
finally had to stop her, my clit had disappeared and I 
was raw. That was by far the strongest orgasm I had had 
with her, and I wanted more.

We talked about how we felt and the most important 
decision we had to make-what do we tell people? We 
decided to keep our sexual side a secret between us for 
now, (I know, it was a cowardly decision) but to let 
certain people know if we thought they could be 
trusted. The stigma of being different was very strong 
in those days, and I knew I didn't have the guts to 
face ostracism or name calling from my peers.

We spent the afternoon exploring each other, tasting 
each other everywhere. She seemed fascinated with my 
long nipples and sucked them so hard they ached. My 
toes were licked and sucked, which seemed to have a 
direct connection to my pussy. I put her on her stomach 
and gave her a tongue bath from her feet to her neck, 
paying special attention to her sweet firm buttocks and 
the dimples just above. From time to time we would just 
hold each other and feel the skin contact, kissing 
softly and stroking the warmth. I lost count of the 
orgasms we shared and the ones we gave.

It got late and we packed up to head home. We walked 
slowly, savoring the moment, stopping to share a kiss 
or touch a breast now and then. As we reached the end 
of the logging road, we stayed back in the trees and 
kissed passionately for about 20 minutes. I was horny 
again and I knew I would get home and rub my pussy till 
I came, but it wouldn't be the same. We got to my gate 
and she waved as she continued down the road. I went 
inside, my mind dizzy with emotions, thinking of all 
the possibilities our new relationship could have.


CHAPTER THREE: "Discovery"


I went in the back door and yelled "Hi! Mom." 

Mom turned from the stove and said "There you are. We 
were beginning to wonder whether you'd make it home for 
supper." 

I laughed and said "You ever known me to miss a meal?" 

She smiled and said "Well, it's almost done, be ready 
in about 15 minutes, ok?" I nodded ok, and went to my 
room. My knees were weak, my pussy was wet and I was 
sure that she could smell me. I dumped my beach bag in 
the closet and headed for my shower.

Under the spray I gave myself a quickie, which did 
little except increase my horniness. I soaped and 
scrubbed, using the washcloth vigorously to remove any 
traces of my afternoon. I dressed in shorts and a T, 
complete with underwear and a bra. I ran down the 
stairs and took my seat just as Dad walked in from the 
den. "Hi, punkin, how are you?" he asked. 

I said, "I'm fine." 

During the meal I didn't say much, my head still 
whirling with thoughts and images of Sammi. I offered 
to help with the dishes afterwards and as I dried Mom 
said "You ok? you look tired." 

I replied "I'm ok, it was just too much sun, I guess." 

"Well, you've got all summer to lay out and tan, take 
it easy." 

I assured her I would, then went to my room.

Locking the door behind me, I stripped off my clothes 
and laid on my quilt. I picked up the phone and dialed 
Samantha, hoping she would answer. Sammi said "Hello, 
Magnuson residence," and I whispered "It's me." I knew 
her line was not private, so we kept our conversation 
to innocent topics. I asked her when we could get 
together again and she said that she didn't know, there 
were plans for a shore holiday in the works. She said 
she'd call me as soon as she knew anything definite and 
hung up.

The next few days were a little lonesome, but as I 
helped my Mom clean and cook, I kept my mind full of 
visions of her body. She called Friday and said she 
could come for the day on Saturday, but they were 
leaving for the shore on Sunday morning. There wouldn't 
be a sleepover, but we could swim and play in my room.

Everyone was home and we had to wear suits, so we laid 
out and talked in the far corner of the pool. We did 
manage to grope each other underwater where no one 
could see and I had fun with my fingers down the front 
of her suit. Just before she left we went to my room to 
use the shower and clean off the chlorine. I had her 
naked behind a locked door and buried my face in her 
slit for almost an hour, making her squirm and come 2 
or 3 times. She sucked my tits and fingered me to a 
quiet orgasm, then pulled me to the bed and sucked my 
puss hard. Afterwards we cuddled and kissed for a few 
minutes and she had to go. The week without her went by 
very slowly.

When they returned, she spent the day with me in the 
pool and said her Mom was going to pick her up later. 
About 4:30, we went in for a drink and Mrs. Magnuson 
(Martha to her friends) was in the kitchen talking with 
my mother. They both were smiling, and Mom said "Are 
you up for some company for awhile?" 

I didn't understand, and said "I guess, what's going 
on?" 

Mom said "Myron and Martha are going to Europe for the 
rest of the summer, it's a company sponsored trip and 
they can't take Samantha and Christopher with, so 
Martha asked if Sammi could stay with us. I didn't 
think you'd mind, so I said yes." I could barely keep 
from screaming "YES!" and said "That's great!" They 
would be leaving in 3 days and would bring Sammi over 
the morning before their flight. The next 3 days were a 
jangle of nerves and anticipation, my mind racing with 
the possibilities.

She arrived with 2 bags and an overnight case and we 
ran to my room.

We put on suits, and headed for the pool. The late 
afternoon sun was warm and bright and we were in and 
out of the water, touching, teasing and sneaking 
kisses. We volunteered to do dishes after supper and 
were invited to watch a movie in the den. Mom made 
popcorn, and we sat on the loveseat in our nighties and 
robes. We did wear underwear, but both of us dared to 
go braless. After the movie we helped clean up, said 
our goodnights and headed upstairs.

We took turns giving each other orgasms, one with her 
lips buried in the folds of a pussy, the other lightly 
licking and teasing around the edges. At one point I 
had my tongue deep inside her, my nose against her pink 
rosebud. She squealed with delight when I substituted 
the tip of my finger for my nose. I lost count after 
number 6 for me and we slowed down, slouched against 
each other, rubbing and stroking here and there. 

The sheet was rumpled and had several large wet spots 
and I knew I couldn't keep my eyes open much longer. I 
suggested a shower and she agreed. Tender hands washing 
you is very erotic and pleasant. We dried off and 
remade the bed with fresh sheets, cuddling for sleep. I 
looked at the clock before I lost consciousness, and it 
read 4:30 AM. It had indeed been a night to remember.

The next day everyone was gone when we got up and we 
went nude in the pool. We oiled each other, tenderly 
rubbing all the intimate places. I locked the gate and 
we spent the day sunning. We ate supper and everyone 
spent the evening in the den, us in our robes but naked 
underneath. It was exciting knowing that Sammi was a 
few inches away, totally nude. I imagined I could smell 
her. About 10, Dad said goodnight and we headed for my 
room.

I locked the door and lit a candle. I pulled off my 
robe, staring at her with a lustful look. She smiled 
and did a suggestive bump and grind with her hips as 
she slowly took hers off. I put an LP on the stereo 
with the volume down low, and we danced. I put her ass 
cheeks in my hands and pulled her close and she put her 
arms around my neck and chewed on my earlobe. Our 
nipples got hard, the breathing got a little heavy and 
our lips met, exploring tongues and teeth. She bent to 
suck my nipple and I dragged her to the bed.

I spread her legs and rubbed my nipple up and down her 
slit, coating it with her juice, then offering it for 
her to suck. "Mmmmm.....Mmmmmmm, that's nice," she 
whispered. I moved to put my pussy near her mouth and 
attacked her clit with my tongue. It took about 15 
minutes and we came almost together. She was about 5 
seconds ahead of me and I yelped in surprise as her 
finger went into my butt as I came. We laid there a few 
minutes, letting the afterglow subside and I moved to 
cuddle her. I whispered "Shower?" in her ear and she 
nodded. 

We held hands and tiptoed quietly to the bathroom. A 
quick rinse and we got out. She kissed me, standing 
with her butt on the sink and her legs apart, holding 
me close and rubbing my back. We returned to my room 
and got into bed, me next to the window facing the room 
and her in front, cuddled like spoons. I put my right 
hand on her ribcage just below her breast, and hers 
started stroking my hip and thigh. I kissed her neck 
and a few moments later, she was asleep.

I lay there and watched her sleep in the dim moonlight, 
wondering what this beautiful girl was doing here. Was 
I dreaming? If so, I didn't ever want to wake up. Were 
we really lesbians, or just fooling around? And the 
most nagging thing on my mind was, will this last? I 
fell asleep watching her eyes move in sleep, the faint 
delicate lashes barely a shadow on her cheek.

The next morning we were informed that we'd have to 
help with the preparations for the 4th and the big 
party that would be held at our house. Beds were moved 
and made, supplies were bought and stored, the pool was 
cleaned twice, and we had to wear clothes. Mom insisted 
on underwear and bras, and checked to see we had them. 
On the evening of the 2nd, Uncle Jessie and Aunt Ellen 
arrived with Millie, followed by Grampa McGinnis, Mom's 
Dad. 

Old Ian held court in the kitchen while we got everyone 
a bed and a room assigned and put their things away. We 
had a buffet supper and retired to the deck for a warm 
evening. We dressed in our most modest suits and joined 
the fun. The adults watched and talked, reminiscing and 
sharing Ian's bottle of whiskey.

Too soon, it was "off to bed with you", and we went 
upstairs. Millie was bunking with us and as I walked 
into my room, I saw an air mattress on the floor and 
the rollaway from the closet made up. I got the hint 
that Mom wanted Sammi and I to sleep in separate beds 
while Millie was around. Mom knew we were sleeping 
together, but didn't want it to appear obvious. We took 
separate showers and dressed in the bathroom in our 
nighties, but I was naked under mine. Enough was 
enough.

Millie stared at us a bit and when we caught her, she 
blushed. She had a lot of questions about our bodies 
and hers, wondering if she would ever get boobs and so 
on. I answered what I thought an 12 year old should 
know, and referred the rest of them to her mother. 
Millie protested and said "I can't ask her that!" 

I said "You'd be surprised, try it." I took the air 
mattress, and gave Sammi a pinkie squeeze before we 
fell asleep.

The 3rd was a pool day for all of us, with snacks as we 
got hungry. That night Dad took us all out for Chinese 
and the adults spent the evening looking at old photo 
albums while we played board and card games in the den. 
The fourth was hot and sunny and we drove downtown to 
watch the parade. 

As soon as we got back, Dad lit the grill and the food 
started coming. Everyone was in swim suits, including 
Grampa, and eating while wet became the order of the 
day. Some neighbors dropped by and were invited for a 
dip. We took charge of the younger ones and tried to 
teach them how to swim in the shallow end.

Evening came and we watched the fireworks from our 
patio and deck, oohing and ahhing at the spectacular 
booms and showers of sparks. Sammi and I went into the 
den for conversation, cards, or just listening to the 
adults.

As early as I could, I said "I'd like to hit the sack," 
and Sammi and I went to my room. Millie followed and a 
repeat of the previous night ensued. I couldn't help 
but notice that Sammi was nude under her nightie, 
whispering "Later," in her ear as we prepared for bed.

When I figured that Millie was asleep, I crept very 
quietly onto my bed and folded Sammi into my arms. We 
kissed, rubbing bodies, moving nighties out of the way 
for the skin to skin touch we craved. I was scared we'd 
get caught, the sound of our kissing was so loud in my 
ears. We stroked each other quietly until I whispered 
"We can't, she's here." 

Sammi sighed and nodded her understanding. Some soft 
kisses later, I returned to the air mattress. As I 
curled on my side to sleep, I saw a big pair of brown 
eyes watching me from the pillow on the rollaway. I 
thought "Oh, shit!" and closed my eyes. I didn't sleep 
very well, wondering what Mom would say. The next 
morning while Sammi was in the bathroom, Millie came to 
me and said "Don't worry, Cassie. I won't tell. You're 
my favorite cousin," and gave me a hug. I said 
"Thanks," wondering just how much she had seen.

Over mountains of hashbrowns and dozens of eggs, Uncle 
Jessie got his gang ready for the road. About 11 AM, we 
were all standing in the driveway ready to wave goodbye 
and Millie winked at me out the window. I blushed and 
she laughed out loud. Mom glanced at me with a 
quizzical look, and I yelled "Bye Millie!" 

A minute later the car was gone and we returned to the 
kitchen. Mom said "Your Dad will take care of outside, 
us girls will do the house," and we started to cleanup. 
A couple of hours later, all the trash was at the curb 
in cans, the beds were stripped and folded away, the 
laundry was in process, and I had deflated the air 
mattress. I figured that we wouldn't need it now that 
Millie was gone.

Dad left for a round of golf and we got ready to swim. 
I got brave and asked Mom if we could go nude in the 
pool. She nodded and I said "Thank you!" As I turned to 
leave she caught my arm and looked at me seriously 
saying "I know about your love of nudity. I couldn't 
keep diapers on you when you were a toddler, you've 
never liked clothes. Just lock the gate." We spent the 
day in the water, free from the confines of a suit, 
enjoying ourselves.

That night in my room, Sammi asked if I would light the 
candle. I did and she turned out the light. She said 
"I'll be right back, don't go away." She picked up her 
beach bag and went to the bathroom, closing the door. I 
had my hair down and was wearing a thigh length 
nightgown with nothing on under it. We'd been teasing 
each other all day and my nipples were aching to be 
sucked. The bathroom door opened a crack and the light 
went out. "Cassie?" she said. 

"I'm here," I replied. She took a couple of hesitant 
steps toward me and stopped. Her hair had been brushed 
out and she had on a transparent robe that was floor 
length. Under it was a tiny white triangle of silk 
between her legs, with a pair of similar pieces 
covering her breasts. It was all trimmed in lace and 
white fur, and I could see the fine hairs on her legs. 
She let me stare for a moment, then took a couple more 
steps in my direction. I breathed "My God, you are 
beautiful!"

"You like it?"

"Oh yes! I like it a lot!" I said.

"My Mom bought it for my hope chest, she says it's for 
my wedding night. I brought it with because I want 
tonight to be our wedding night. I love you, Cassie, 
forever and always."

I sat speechless, staring at her. There was that "L" 
word, out in the open, spoken at last between us. I had 
wanted to say it before this, but the time or place had 
never seemed right.

"I love you, Sammi," I said, standing up and wrapping 
her in my arms. She sobbed a little and said "I didn't 
know, I was so afraid you wouldn't feel the same way."

"I do, I do," I said, searching for her lips and 
melting into her. The passion grew quickly and I 
undressed her bit by bit, ribbon by ribbon, with lots 
of kisses and licks on the revealed places. I spread 
her legs and ate her pussy right there on the floor, 
with my fingers digging in my puss, abusing my clit. I 
came when she did, flooding my mouth with her sweet 
wetness, and I swallowed and licked until she sagged 
against me. I took her arm and led her to the bed, 
where I sprawled out with her on my belly. She kissed 
and sucked my nipples, working her way down to my heat. 

The first few licks on my clit sent me over the edge 
and I clamped her head between my legs and groaned. I 
relaxed a bit when the contractions subsided and she 
continued with her licking and sucking around my labia. 
I put my hands behind my knees and opened my legs wide, 
willing her to go deeper. 

I felt her tongue go inside me, circling and pushing. 
Then her fingers, one then two, deep in my pussy, 
hunting for my come spot. Her tongue surrounded my clit 
again and she massaged the walls of my cunt in time 
with her tongue, sucking harder and harder.

I felt it coming and started moaning "Yes... yes... 
right there. Oh god yes..." The warmth built and built 
and at last it hit. My stomach muscles cramped, my 
knees flew apart and I grabbed her head. "OH YEEEES!! 
Aahhhhhh... oh fuck! YES! YES! YES! Oh god, oh god, oh 
god!!" 

Last I remember, I was making a high pitched keening 
sound, and I passed out.

I woke up in her arms, her finger inside me, with her 
sucking on my nipples again. My legs were together, or 
almost, and my head was cradled in her arm.
"You come so nice," she said.

"So hard, you mean," I replied.

"Yeah, that too," she giggled.

I tried to stroke her breast and she moved my hand 
away. "Not now, tonight is for you."

I felt her finger begin to move in circles again and 
she locked onto one of my nipples, reigniting a fire 
between my legs. I could feel a giant wet spot down 
there but that didn't stop us. She would get her 
fingers wet with my come and smear it all over both my 
breasts and lick it off. 

She fucked me with her fingers ever faster until I was 
sure I was going to come and slack off, keeping me 
right on the verge, my toes curled and my pussy aching 
for relief. She got between my legs and used her 
fingers on my pussy and her mouth on my toes, sucking 
each one in turn, driving me nuts with desire. Each 
time I would try to get up, she'd push me back down and 
say "Not now."

She had my legs in the air spread wide and her mouth on 
my left big toe when I felt a finger probe my asshole. 
I was so sloppy wet, it slid right in. I tensed with 
the pressure, then I felt her thumb enter my cunt. 
Slowly but surely she kept pushing both in and out, a 
little deeper each time, until it felt like her hand 
was entirely inside me. 

Her rhythm increased quickly and I felt the explosion 
was very near. Her other thumb found my clit and I was 
gone. "Yah, yah, yah. Ooooohhh wweeeeeeeeeee!" I 
grunted, my hips trying to force her hand deeper. When 
that didn't work I grabbed her hand and pushed, shaking 
my head back and forth. "Deeper, deeper, deeper," I 
hissed, tears in my eyes. 4, 5, 6, 7 times the pleasure 
wave coursed through me, leaving me breathless and 
quivering. My clit was in my throat and my toes were 
numb.

I sat up, trapping her fingers and held her arm. 
"Jesus, no more, please no more...." I croaked. I 
caught my breath after a few minutes and leaned back so 
she could remove her hand. She pulled out slowly and 
rubbed her hand on my belly, just above my pussy. She 
leaned over and gave my puss a kiss, and a nipple a 
gentle pinch. She whispered "You're wet and sweaty, you 
need a shower." 

I agreed and we made our way to the bathroom. We washed 
in the dark and she made me stand there, legs apart and 
leaning on the wall of the shower, as she washed me 
from head to foot. She told me "Dry off," and pushed me 
out of the spray. I dried and watched her finish her 
shower and we returned to my bed. Fresh sheets and we 
cuddled in, skin to skin. This time she was behind me, 
and I fell asleep with her whispering "I love you's" in 
my ear.

***

The next morning I woke just as dawn broke. The golden 
glow of the sun was beginning to come in the window and 
it was not quite full daylight. I was on my back, one 
arm on my belly, the other at my side. Sammi was on her 
side next to me, her leg thrown over mine, her right 
arm across my chest. My crotch was tender, my tummy 
ached, and I had to pee. Moving slowly so as not to 
wake her, I extricated myself from under her. 

She shifted her body a little, but remained quiet. I 
found my robe and went downstairs to the bathroom. I 
peed and brushed my teeth and felt 100 percent better. 
I thought coffee might help and went into the kitchen 
to make some. Mom was standing there in her housecoat, 
Dad just going out the door. "Hi and Bye," I said and 
Dad's ears turned a little pink as he said "Bye, 
Sugar." I heard the car door slam and he was gone.

Mom had made coffee and I helped myself to a big mug. I 
made toast and was eating it when she said "Honey, we 
have to talk."

"What about?" I asked, suddenly on my guard. She didn't 
use that tone unless she was serious.

"You and Sammi."

"What about us?"

"I hate to ask, but I'd like you two to tone down the 
noise upstairs."

I blushed beet red and nodded ok.

She said "We've heard the showers at all hours of the 
night, and for the last 2 nights, we've heard you two, 
not often, but we know cries of pleasure when we hear 
them."

I blushed even redder and hung my head, embarrassed 
beyond belief. She shook my arm and said "Don't you 
dare be ashamed! You are as God has made you, and your 
Father and I accept that. You may be testing the 
waters, finding out for yourself about your body and 
your desires, and maybe not. Whatever you do, do not be 
ashamed!" (In later years, I was to find out exactly 
how unique my parent's view really was.)

I didn't know what to say. I ate the rest of my toast, 
thinking about sex, and Mom and Dad, mental pictures 
coming to mind, and finally I shook my head. Mom got us 
both another cup and sat close to me, her arm around my 
waist.

"So what can we do?....are you going to tell Sammi's 
mother?" I asked.

She hugged me and said "NO, no, there is nothing to 
tell. 2 young girls doing what young girls do...there 
would be no point. I will ask that you be more discreet 
when your Father is around, and be a little quieter, 
but you may act as you wish when you are alone, or only 
with me."

A flood of relief hit me and I started crying softly. 
She hugged me tight, and comforted me, stroking my 
hair.

"When you were born after living in my belly for 9 
months, I swore to love you just as you were and to 
keep loving you no matter what you became. You are my 
child, I can do no less, babies are too precious to 
squander on people who don't love them as they are."

I sat and cried for a time, feeling like a weight had 
been lifted from my shoulders. She released me and said 
"Now go get Sammi out of bed and enjoy the day, don't 
waste a minute of it!!"

I hugged her tight and said "I love you, Mom," and ran 
upstairs. I opened the door to my room quietly and 
found Sammi as I had left her, asleep with one leg up, 
sprawled in the bed. I could see her fur and her little 
peach, with a snippet of skin protruding from it, 
probably her labia. Aroused by her dream, perhaps, or 
stretched by our lovemaking? Who knew, but I thought 
often of the sight later as one of the most erotic 
things I had ever seen.

I crawled into the bed, shaking it and talking loudly. 
"Wake up, sleepyhead, the day is half gone!" and kissed 
her. She rolled onto her back and stretched like a cat, 
arching her spine and wringing her arms over her head.

I said "Swim, eat, or pussy?" She laughed and said "All 
three, one at a time!" 

She rose and went to the bathroom and peed. I could 
hear her toothbrush afterwards and she stuck her head 
out the door and asked "What are you wearing today?" I 
opened my robe and showed her I was nude and she said 
"Good!" She exited the bathroom pinning up her hair and 
slipped on her robe. We ran downstairs and she asked 
for cereal and coffee. I showed her where it was and 
sipped coffee while she ate. I told her that I had been 
up for awhile and had eaten my breakfast.

I tried to lick the milk mustache off her upper lip and 
she backed away, saying "What if your mother see us?" I 
held her head tight and kissed her lips and said "She 
knows... everything." A genuine fear came into her eyes 
and she asked "Is she going to tell my mother?" Shaking 
my head no, I relayed the conversation we had that 
morning. She breathed a sigh of relief, and said "Well, 
at least somebody is accepting us."

I agreed and kissed her once again. This time she 
returned the kiss, and robes got opened and fingers 
went exploring for a couple of minutes.

"Whoa, wait a minute," I said. "Let's go layout nude 
and get rid of some of these tan lines."

"Good idea," she said. We got towels and walked out to 
the deck. She walked to the edge, dropped her robe and 
dove in. I followed her into the water, and surfaced 
behind her. I held her tightly around her waist and 
kissed her neck.

"I love you, Sammi," I said. She turned her head to 
kiss me on the lips and murmured "Me too." We spent the 
day in and out of the water, sunning and playing. I 
rubbed her breasts several times, and played with her 
ass every chance I got. That night was another movie, 
then lovemaking in my room.

***

A couple of days later Mom woke us up with instructions 
to dress nice and completely and took us to the mall. 
Sammi and my mother chatted amiably during the trip and 
seemed to be getting along very well. We bought some 
school clothes for me, plus some underwear with bras to 
match from a specialty store. Mom said "You're growing 
up, may as well look the part." 

Sammi insisted on buying me a new suit that I could 
swim in and got a more revealing suit for herself in 
pale yellow. We bought a matching pair of sandals at 
the shoe store and that gave me an idea. I went to a 
jewelry store and bought her a toe ring that matched 
mine, giving it to her over lunch. My mother smiled her 
approval and we finally had something that would 
declare to the world that we were a couple.

The remainder of the summer days went by way too fast. 
We got to the pond several more times and enjoyed the 
freedom of nakedness and wonderful sex. Each night 
after supper we would shower and get our nighties on 
and watch movies or play cards. Once the lights were 
out, there were no limits on where our mouths or 
fingers could reach. Daytimes we were free to swim and 
play in the pool. 

We stayed nude during most of that and Mom even joined 
us a couple of times, blushing as she removed her suit 
to lay out with us. I now thought of my mother as a 
person, a sexual woman and an understanding 
compassionate being who had been through what I was 
feeling. We talked often, on the deck or in the 
kitchen, and there were hugs of affection between us 
all.

Sammi's parents returned from Europe and came to get 
her in their usual rush. We had said our goodbyes the 
night before, my face buried in her puffy pussy lips 
most of the night. We shared a chaste kiss on the cheek 
as she got in the car, and I was able to hold back my 
tears until she couldn't see. 

School was due to start in a few days and we managed 
only a couple of days together after her parent's 
return. We had explored every inch of each other and I 
felt wonderfully complete. My Dad was accepting of us 
too, although we could not kiss the way we wanted when 
he was around, he made us feel comfortable in his 
presence.

School started and we got to see each other every day. 
We were both on the track team and I couldn't wait to 
see her in the shower after practice. Our lockers were 
side by side, and it is very erotic to see the woman 
you love undressing and dressing every day, knowing 
that you have touched and kissed all those intimate 
places on her body.

About the 3rd week of school, Sammi didn't show up for 
school on Monday. At lunch I called her house and got a 
recording. I didn't think anything was wrong, but I was 
concerned. I skipped practice that afternoon and went 
straight home. Mrs. Magnuson was parked in our driveway 
as I walked up to my back door. She got out of her car 
and made her way to me, holding a small paper bag in 
her hand. 

She yelled "You deviate bitch, how dare you!?" I shrank 
back from her and she reached out and slapped me hard, 
knocking my books to the ground. "First that counselor 
from camp, Betsy, and now you! What is it about my 
daughter that attracts persons like you, Huh? Answer 
me, damn you!"

My lip was bleeding, so I held my face and said 
nothing. I knew that Sammi had never talked with her 
mother as I had with mine, and I was determined to keep 
her secret. That seemed to infuriate her and she 
stepped closer and said venomously "You will never see 
her again. She is going to a private school out of 
state... I want her to grow up normal, you hear me? 
Normal!" 

She seemed to run out of energy at that point and threw 
the bag at me, hitting me in the chest. "You people 
disgust me!" she cried as she returned to her car.

She left black marks in the driveway as she left and I 
let myself in the house. A check of my face showed that 
my lip was cut, but it had stopped bleeding. I ran to 
my room and laid on my bed, crying tears of frustration 
and pain. I looked in the bag and there was Sammi's 
little wedding night outfit, cut and ripped into barely 
recognizable shreds of cloth. At the bottom was her 
toe-ring, smashed flat. I lay in bed for about an hour, 
alternately raging and crying.

By the time Mom got home, I had settled down a little 
and was in the kitchen, sipping a coke. I started to 
tell her what had happened and she said "I know, Martha 
called me at work."

"Oh shit," I said.

"Yes, very much so, your secret is out... She was 
helping Sammi repack her hope chest over the weekend 
and when she couldn't find the wedding night outfit, 
she confronted her. I'm sorry to say she confessed 
all."

"What am I going to do?" I cried, "I love her!"

"You will lose her forever and you will survive," Mom 
said. "I talked Martha out of making it public, it 
would only embarrass her further. They are moving in 
the next few days. If I were you, I wouldn't try to see 
her."

I went to my room and cried myself to sleep, thinking 
"so much for forever and always."


CHAPTER FOUR: "Withdrawal"


I moped around for 2 days, thinking of nothing but 
Sammi. My Mother finally talked to me in the kitchen 
one morning and told me I had to start over. "There 
will be someone else, maybe a boy you like, or possibly 
another girl, who knows? Quit this feeling sorry for 
yourself and live your life!"

I returned to school amid stares and whispers from my 
classmates and concentrated on my schoolwork. Some of 
my friends were sympathetic, others ignored me. I ran 
myself to exhaustion every practice and would talk to 
no one as I showered and went home. I walked to Sammi's 
house one afternoon after school, seeing the place was 
empty. No curtains on the windows, garage door open and 
vacant, with a For Sale sign on the front lawn. This 
prompted another fit of tears and as I stood there 
sobbing, I wondered 'if not for prejudice and bigotry, 
what might have been'.

Weeks went by and I trudged through each day as it 
came, survived it and went on to the next one. I began 
going to the roller rink on Friday nights again, but 
mostly sat on the sidelines or skated alone. One of the 
few people who understood was Miss Kelsey. She pulled 
me in her office one afternoon and talked to me 
frankly, asking me if I was going to have trouble 
keeping my hands to myself in the showers. I bristled 
with anger and she held up her hand.

"I know how it feels to lose someone you love," she 
said.

"Do you really?," I asked snottily. She didn't say a 
word, just pulled out her wallet and thumbed through 
several pictures before handing me one. A very pretty 
blond woman was standing on the shore of a lake 
somewhere, dressed in a simple white sheath, barefoot 
in the sand. She was smiling at the camera, holding one 
hand to shade her eyes. I thought I could see the 
outline of her body beneath the dress and this was no 
girl. "That was Pam, 4 years ago," she said.

All of a sudden I understood exactly what she was 
telling me and how much trust she was placing in me. I 
was glad that at least one other person besides my 
mother knew and I said "Thank you." She said "You've 
been running a little harder than you should, take it 
easy, take the day off and we'll see you tomorrow, ok?" 
I got dressed and went home.

My report cards reflected the extra time I was putting 
in, I was getting A's and B's now instead of C's, which 
made my parents very happy. I grew a bit in the boobs 
and butt, I could wear a B cup in some bra styles now, 
and that made me very happy. Thanksgiving came and went 
and although I still felt a sense of loss almost daily, 
I realized that the ache was gradually going away.

Christmas break arrived, along with some snow and it 
was very nice to cuddle on the couch with Mom and talk 
or watch old movies. Chad got a 10 day leave, arriving 
looking very fit and healthy, with some new muscles. 
The gang was coming for the Holidays again and we got 
the house ready for visitors. Grampa came first and a 
day later Uncle Jessie and Aunt Ellen showed up. Millie 
was beside herself, proud as punch over the new bumps 
she had acquired and I smiled and said "Wow." She 
blushed, but you could tell she was happy.

Having family in the house was great, and Grampa took 
me by the hand and sat me down in the den after supper. 
He had his small glass of whiskey and took a sip. He 
spoke with a soft Irish brogue, asking me "Are you 
doing well then, lassie?" 

I smiled and said "Aye, Grampa Ian." He scowled and 
said "Don't be makin' fun of the way an old man talks, 
girl, it doesn't become you." I apologized and he said 
"Your mother has told me a bit of your troubles." I 
thought 'Oh no!" and he said "I have but one bit of 
advice. If you close off your heart as insurance 
against pain, you'll not be able to love." I nodded 
agreement with his sage advice and hugged his neck. His 
cheeks got a bit pink and he waved me away.

***

That night as I showered, Millie came into the bathroom 
and asked "Can I be next?" I said "Sure." I stepped out 
to dry off and her frank appraisal of me took me by 
surprise. This little waif standing there in her 
underpants looking me up and down gave me the willies. 
I said "Go on, get in the shower before all the hot 
water's gone." She stripped and got in and I adjusted 
the temperature for her. I went into my room and got a 
nightie and was sitting at my dresser brushing my hair 
when she came out with a towel wrapped around her. It 
reached from her armpits to below her knees, held 
together at the top by her barrette. 

"Would you brush mine too?" she asked. 

"Sure," I said. I turned around and began brushing her 
hair, getting the tangles out and putting it up in a 
ponytail.

"You wanna know a secret?" she asked.

I said "Only if you want to tell," and she said "I 
kissed a boy last week." 

"Good for you!" I said, "Now let's get your nightie on 
and go to bed, ok?" She dropped the towel and reached 
for her nightdress.

"You like my boobies?" she asked, thrusting them toward 
me. Little more than aureoles and nipples, about the 
size of a plum, I said "They're very pretty, let's go 
to bed." She drew her gown over her head and climbed on 
my bed. I turned off the light and got into bed, facing 
the window. She cuddled up behind me and said 
"Goodnight."

"Mmm-hmm," I replied, and drifted off.

Presents the next morning during breakfast was great. 
Grampa got a bottle of his favorite whiskey, I got 
mostly clothes, and my parents got a certificate for a 
week's cruise to Mexico from Grampa. When Mom said that 
it was too expensive to accept, he just smiled and said 
"I'll not be taking it with me when I go."

That afternoon they made ready to go home, and by 4 PM 
they were gone. We cleaned up the kitchen and put our 
gifts away. I decided to clean my room and found a pair 
of Sammi's panties on the floor in my closet. Pale 
pink, with a darker pink ribbon on the waistband, I 
held them to my face and once more inhaled the faint 
scent of her body. That brought tears, and as I sat 
with them in my hand, I knew that it was over. I put 
them in the trash bag and took the bag downstairs.

***

The next day our parents announced that they were 
taking the cruise and would be gone for 7 days. I had 
no school until January 6th and they'd be back before 
then. Mom said "It's like the honeymoon we never had," 
and we promised to keep the house from fire, flood and 
famine. It was nice to see her so excited, I knew she 
loved this man we called Dad. I thought of her having 
wet panties as they drove off, I knew in her place I 
would've.

They weren't even on the plane when Chad started 
calling around arranging a kegger for the following 
night. As I heard the conversations, I warned him that 
whatever happened it was his ass not mine because I 
wasn't going to get into trouble. He said not to worry, 
only 4 couples would be there. I cooked supper and he 
went out. He came in late and a little drunk, went to 
bed and slept until noon. I cooked again, and made Chad 
do the dishes. 

About 6, the first 2 couples arrived and I went to my 
room and locked the door, stripped off my clothes and 
lay on my bed, reading. I put some records on the 
stereo and dozed, listening to the sweet sounds that 
Sammi and I had danced to. About 11:30, I got curious 
and put on a pair of shorts and a half shirt and went 
down to the den.

The keg was by the fireplace, with a big plastic sheet 
under the washtub. Only one couple was dancing to muted 
music, the others standing or sitting in the dim room. 
My brother and a girl named Brenda were standing by the 
keg with Bobby and another guy. There were 2 couples on 
the couch and floor, half nude and wrapped around each 
other. None of the girls had a shirt on and one guy was 
down to his shorts. My brother looked a bit woozy as I 
said "Hi" and got a cup of beer.

"Hi yourself," he said.

"Wanna dance?" Bobby asked, and I said "Sure." We 
started swaying in time to the slow music, drinking our 
beers with one hand and holding on to each other. We 
kissed a few times and he got gropitis with his hands. 
I shook him off and said "No" and walked away.

"Well fuck you then," he replied, and returned to the 
keg.

I sat on the couch and watched as the party progressed. 
One girl took off her skirt and seemed determined to 
push her panties through her boyfriend's backbone. 
Brenda had Chad's shirt unbuttoned and I could see 
their hands exploring each other. Bobby stood there, 
steadily downing the beer and throwing dirty looks in 
my direction from time to time. It was strangely quiet, 
the muffled groans and moans of pleasure could barely 
be heard over the music. 

Watching these people made me lonely and horny, so I 
slipped my hand into my shorts and rubbed my slit, 
knowing that no one could see me. The climax was quiet 
and soft, and the smell of my pussy was added to the 
others in the room.

I had 3 or 4 more beers and dozed off. I woke with a 
start to the smell of stale beer and man-sweat. My 
shirt was around my neck, and somebody with whiskers 
was sucking my left nipple way too hard. There was a 
pair of hands tugging at my shorts and I knew then I 
should have worn underwear. I heard Bobby's voice say 
"I want to look at a lesbian pussy." 

I came fully awake and saw he was kneeling over me, so 
I kicked up with my leg and caught him in the crotch. 
He collapsed on me, letting go of my nipple and I 
screamed "Chad, get this motherfucker offameee!!" I 
slapped at his head a couple of times and his weight 
disappeared. Chad had him in a headlock hauling him to 
the door, Brenda following, kicking at his butt with 
her bare feet.

I pulled down my shirt, got my shorts back on my hips 
and said "Well, I hope you all enjoyed the show... the 
party is over." 

After escaping to the safety of my room, I was mad at 
myself for not taking sane precautions, like wearing 
panties and a bra, and even madder at Chad for inviting 
Bobby. I brushed my hair out and showered to remove the 
stink of fear and sweat. I got a flannel nightgown and 
went to bed. The next morning all traces of the party 
were gone, not even a hint of beer in the air. The 
furniture was back where it belonged and Chad was gone. 

I watched TV all day, mostly old movies, and munched. 
Supper time came and went, no Chad, and I got worried. 
I called Brenda's house and she said she hadn't seen 
him since early that morning. I ate, showered and put 
on a pair of pajamas. I got my nail polish and went to 
the den to watch TV.

Chad came in about 8, sheepish and apologetic. "I'm 
sorry," he said, looking so pathetic I had to laugh. 
"No harm done this time," I said, "but I'm damn glad 
you were there. What did you do with him?"

"Kicked his sorry ass all the way to his house and left 
him in his garage to sober up," he replied. I said 
"Leftovers are in the fridge and you know how to work a 
stove, so go eat."

I watched part of a movie, heard the shower downstairs 
running, then banging in the kitchen. I yelled "You be 
sure to clean up your mess in there!" and heard a grunt 
in reply. About an hour later, he came into the den 
with his sweat shorts on and sat in Dad's chair.

"What you watching?" he asked.

"Whatever is on," I said, "I'm doing my nails, not 
paying much attention." 

"Listen, I'm very sorry about last night, is there 
anything I can do to make it up to you?" he asked.

"Yeah, there is... first you explain where that crack 
about looking at a lesbian pussy came from, and why you 
invited that asshole to start with."

"Well, I thought you and him were friends from the rink 
and maybe you'd come down and join us for a little 
while. He couldn't get a date on such short notice, so 
he was odd man out. I guess he got horny watching the 
rest of us." I said "I'll bet!....that one girl was 
almost naked and ready to fuck right there on the 
floor!"

"No, no, we all made out, but no actual sex," he said.

"You don't think kissing and rubbing your panties on 
some guy's hard-on is actual sex?" I cried. "You have a 
lot to learn, boyo!" My polish was dry, so I took the 
cotton balls from between my toes and stood up, taking 
off my top. Chad's eyes got as big as saucers and he 
asked "What in the hell are you doing!?" 

I pulled down my bottoms and stepped out of them, 
walking toward him. I spread my legs, put my hands on 
my hips and said "Does this say lesbians only on it? Is 
there a tattoo some where on my body that says 
'lesbian'?" bending over and spreading my butt cheeks 
for him. I turned to face him again and took one of my 
breasts in my hand and shook it at him.

"Are these lesbian shaped? Lesbian colored? Lesbian 
sized? Do they smell like a lesbian!?" I yelled, 
putting the nipple almost on his nose. I took a half 
step closer and put my leg up on the arm of Dad's 
chair, spreading my puss wide. 

"Is there a mark down there I can't see? Go on, dammit, 
look! Any "L's" on it?"

Red-faced, he gazed at it and then up to me, shaking 
his head. He stared at me for about 30 seconds, then 
leaned back and asked "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm damn sick and tired of labels, that's why! Half of 
the kids I've known since third grade won't talk to me, 
they're afraid they'll catch it, and the other half 
want to go to bed with me to see what it's like! I'm a 
person who happens to like other persons of the same 
gender, that's all."

"I understand, I think," he replied, "but didn't Mom 
and Dad accept your relationship with Sammi? I know I 
did." 

I replied "Yes, but think how you would feel if 
everybody you met looked at you as a cock, instead of 
who you are? I'm tired of being a pair of tits and a 
pussy to those people!" 

I walked over to my pajamas and put them back on, 
suddenly ashamed but relieved that I had gotten it out 
of my system. Once I was dressed, I went to him and 
hugged him tight and said "I'm sorry." 

He hesitantly put his arms around my waist and hugged 
me back, saying "That's ok, I understand... I think." I 
sniffled and giggled and he laughed, wiping my tears 
with the corner of my shirt.

"I love you a lot, I don't like it when you are 
unhappy... I'll say a few things at school in the right 
ears, maybe see if I can't get this lesbian thing 
calmed down."

I said "I'd appreciate it, it hurts."

Mom and Dad came home from their honeymoon looking 
happy and tan, if a little tired and no mention was 
ever made of Chad's party. He left for his next 
assignment, looking very proud and happy in his 
uniform. We fell into our winter routine of books and 
movies, with quiet conversations and I did my best to 
forget Sammi. I visited the rink only twice. I 
concentrated on schoolwork and had no dates except with 
my family.

School became a daily trial by fire and I was harassed 
often. Mom and I talked and she would encourage me to 
go have some fun, but I was emotionally drained. I had 
no heart left, the last two summers had exhausted me.

I prayed and screamed epithets to the sky, demanding to 
know the reason for my torment and unhappiness. I 
didn't get any answers.

For the next several months, I lived the life of a 
hermit. I babysat and saved my money, wanting to get a 
car. I didn't skate and rarely cracked a book. 

Occasionally I would break down and go out or over to 
someone's house, thinking that my depression was over. 
I flirted with some boys and Celia kissed me one night, 
inviting me to stay over. I knew what would happen and 
it did, but I couldn't stop seeing someone else's face 
where hers was, and I went home and cried myself to 
sleep. It wasn't the same, I liked Celia but she wasn't 
Sammi or Kevin.

I passed my drivers test and got the use of the car for 
errands and school. I volunteered at the local 
hospital, passing out books and snacks. I loved caring 
for the kids, they were so vulnerable and frightened 
that a calm word or a held hand would still their fears 
and let them sleep. I had a dim hope that somewhere in 
my future was someone who would do the same for me.


CHAPTER FIVE: "Renewal"


About Mid-March, I was sitting in the cafeteria 
stirring my lunch around on my plate, when I heard a 
voice say "Hi, I'm Eleanor, can I sit with you?"

Eleanor was a vision of class. Flaming copper hair and 
green eyes, dressed in an expensive suit, she was 
beautiful! My stomach lurched when I saw her jacket was 
open and I fancied I could see her nipples. Gathering 
my wits I shoved my tray to one side and said "Sure."

She sat across from me saying "Thanks," and started to 
eat. Between mouthfuls, she explained that she was new 
here and a senior, her family had moved for her step-
dad's new job. I introduced myself and told her a 
little about Chad and my folks. She asked me where she 
could find the book store and the library and I filled 
her in. She wanted to know what was available for fun 
in town, so I recited a list of places. When I 
mentioned the rink, she said "Patrick and I love to 
skate!"

"Can we eat together again tomorrow?" she asked. I said 
yes and she said she'd meet me in the cafeteria if that 
was alright. I said sure, and walking back to class 
after the bell, had those familiar tummy flutters.

After school we met on the sidewalk and walked together 
toward the curb. A handsome man sitting on the fender 
of a low-slung black car was chatting with 2 girls, 
making them giggle. Very tall and dressed in a suit, he 
saw Eleanor and waved, dismissing the girls. As we 
walked up to him, she handed him a slip of paper. He 
read it quickly and said "We'll work something out, 
don't worry." Turning to me she said "My car is in the 
shop....Cassie, say hello to Patrick, my boyfriend."

I said "Hello, nice to meet you," doing my best not to 
act like an idiot. Light brown hair and incredibly blue 
eyes stared at me and he took my hand, brushing it 
against his lips.

"Hello," he said quietly, opening the door for her. I 
gawked at him, so adult in the company of teens, and 
jumped when Eleanor gave me a peck on the cheek, saying 
"See you tomorrow!"

We became friends quickly and we were Cassie and Ellie. 
Eleanor made friends easily and laughed a lot, I 
thought that having a hunk for a boyfriend and being 
rich didn't hurt. When Eleanor learned we had a pool, 
she said that her mother wouldn't have one because she 
thought they were dangerous. I invited her to swim 
anytime and began riding with her to school. We had a 
lot in common, a love of the same old movies and books 
and she didn't like clothes any more than I did. She 
always wore nice things though, slacks or skirts that 
showed off her legs, and clingy snug tops or shirts 
that displayed her perky breasts.

We ate lunch together every day. She drove a red sports 
car, (when it wasn't in the shop) and assured me she 
was anxious to swim in the pool once the weather got 
warm. Patrick was an excellent skater and very much a 
man compared to the kids I was going to school with. 
Tall, slim-hipped and broad-shouldered, his very blue 
eyes would sparkle at me as we skated. We made a 
standing date for the rink and I looked forward to each 
Friday. Some nights Eleanor and I would talk, other 
times you couldn't get us off the floor.

She lived on Baxter Terrace, which was the rich section 
of town and the house was huge. It was like a museum, 
with servants, formal gardens and antique furniture. I 
told her I felt a little uncomfortable and she said she 
didn't like the place either. Her room was gorgeous, 
with a big four poster bed and lots of feminine frills. 
I imagined being in it with her, and my panties got 
damp. As she drove me home, we waved to Patrick as he 
passed us going toward her house.

"Looks like he'll be there waiting when you get back," 
I said.

"Probably in the shower," she laughed.

"He lives there!?" I asked, incredulous.

"Yes," she said.

"Umm," I mumbled and she said "My Mom met his Dad when 
Patrick and I were first dating. Cupid shot her in the 
head with his arrow and they were married 6 months 
later."

"You like your step-dad?" I asked.

"He's a little too fond of his whiskey now and again, 
Patrick keeps him out of my room," she confided.

I nodded and shyly asked "You guys sleep together every 
night?"

"Not every night, we sleep in separate rooms, but as 
the mood strikes us we sleep together," she said.

"Wow, a live-in boyfriend!" I giggled, "Must be fun!"

"It has it's moments, my dear, it has it's moments," 
she said in her best imitation of Katherine Hepburn.

My Mom was ecstatic that I had found a new friend and 
told me to 'be happy'. In April, I got very brave and 
invited Ellie over to my house for a sleepover on a 
Saturday night. She accepted and showed up in the early 
afternoon, asking if she could help with supper. She 
and Mom liked each other from the first hello, even my 
Dad had a smile or two for her at the table. Gracious 
and poised, always saying the right things, she fit 
right in. We kicked Mom out of the kitchen and did the 
dishes, giggling and laughing. We joined the folks in 
the den for a movie and some popcorn, sitting on the 
loveseat as Sammi and I had, the twinges coming hot and 
heavy in my lower belly.

About 11 we said our goodnights and headed upstairs. I 
let her shower first, terrified of making a move on 
her. What if she laughed at me? She did have a 
boyfriend, she was older and probably more experienced, 
and fear of fears, what if she didn't like me? She came 
out of the bathroom in a terry robe, barefoot, with her 
hair wrapped in a towel. "Your turn," she smiled, and 
sat on the edge of the bed. I nervously hurried through 
washing and rinsing, my mind awhirl and my nipples 
aching.

I chose a calf length cotton wrap, with skimpy panties 
underneath and put my hair up in a towel. I came out of 
the bathroom to near darkness. The night light had been 
removed from its usual place and plugged into a socket 
near the floor on the other side of the room. My eyes 
took a moment to adjust and I saw her reclining on the 
headboard brushing her hair. I nervously said "Hi" and 
shook my hair out to dry it.

She said "Come here, let me do that," and I sat in 
front of her. She dried my hair quickly and 3 minutes 
later I had a hairdo of sorts, a long ponytail that was 
secured with a rubber band.

The dim light lent a conspiratorial air to the room and 
when she finished, she said "Relax." She put her hands 
on my belly and pulled me closer, stroking me. I leaned 
back and snuggled in, her breasts against my back and 
her breath hot on my neck. My earlier fears magnified 
and I trembled lightly, hoping she would touch me and 
afraid she wouldn't. The warmth between her legs was 
noticeable through my nightie as she whispered "I want 
you" in my ear.

In response I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, 
searching for her mouth. Her first two kisses were warm 
and soft, her full lips moving over my face. Her hand 
slipped under the waistband of my panties, fingers 
caressing slow circles on my hardening clit. I moaned 
and helped her pull them off.

I sat up and wiggled out of my nightie, throwing it on 
the floor. She opened her robe and shrugged it off her 
shoulders, beckoning me closer. I settled on my back, 
legs apart as she began tasting me. One hand stroked my 
wetness, the other cradled my head for kisses. Some 
were wet and slippery, some barely a touch, but they 
caused us to grunt and moan with the small sounds of 
pleasure that I recognized so well.

Sucking softly on my breasts, teasing the nipples with 
her tongue, she made them so hard they ached and I 
touched her cheek. She slid between my legs like a cat, 
licking her lips in anticipation. Much more experienced 
than Kevin or Sammi, I gave myself over to her gentle 
touch. I lifted my legs and spread my knees as her 
tongue bathed me. Teasing everywhere, she sucked on my 
clit, making me gasp. I felt the tension build quickly, 
my stomach and groin quivering under her mouth. She 
inserted a finger in my butt and a thumb in my pussy, 
constantly working her tongue on my clit and I came. I 
closed my thighs and squeezed her head as it hit, 
spasming hard several times before releasing her.

"Sorry!" I said, "Are you ok?"

"Oh yes, I'm fine!" she replied, coming up on the bed 
to cuddle me. Her chin was dripping and we kissed and 
stroked, letting me calm down.

Once I could breathe normally, I was curious and asked 
"What about Patrick?"

"Oh, it's alright....he knows I'm here," she said.

"Does he know what we're doing?" I giggled.

"Probably," she replied, "He knows all about me, I love 
him."

I dared to ask "What about this tonight, is this love 
too, or is this just sex?"

Holding me closer, she said, "Sex I think we could have 
had the very first day, right?"

I nodded hesitantly, amazed at her intuition and my 
apparent obvious feelings.

"I'm thinking of it as love, because I waited to be 
sure of you before I agreed to come here tonight," she 
said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I've been me for a long time, you're not the 
first woman I've ever slept with. I've been hurt and 
used before, and it's not pleasant," she said.

"So why me and not someone else?" I persisted.

"You are sweet and a little naive, but you have no 
ulterior motives, there is no guile or hidden agendas 
with you, what I see is what I get... you're very 
refreshing!" she declared.

"Was I that obvious?" I inquired.

"To me you were....I saw you staring a few times and I 
could imagine your thoughts....God knows I've had them 
myself!" she laughed.

I put my arms around her and we resumed our kisses and 
touches, discovering the soft places that felt good. 
She stroked my hip, kissing my face and neck, 
whispering 'Cassie, Cassie.' I was ready, I could feel 
myself getting very wet, and she said "Make love to me, 
please."

I rolled on top of her, grinding my pussy into hers, 
holding her head and kissing her face and lips, quick 
soft kisses that left wet marks. I shifted to her neck 
and collar bone, then to her chest. Her nipples were 
hard and ready and I took one of the fleshy knots in my 
mouth, applying a gentle suction. She held my head and 
said "Harder," and I complied. Back and forth between 
the two, then kissing a wet trail down her belly to her 
fur. 

I paused at her belly button to give it a quick tongue 
swirl. As I slid down she opened her legs and I saw her 
close for the first time. Her slit was very small, the 
outer lips swollen and red. I parted them with my 
fingers and looked at her sex, varying shades of pink 
and coral, wet with her juices. The inner lips were 
almost non-existent, her center pulsing with her 
heartbeat. Her clit was exposed and erect, a tiny mini-
penis about a half inch long, and I licked from under 
it to the top, rolling it with my tongue.

I spread her legs wider and kissed her inner thighs, 
leaving a trail of wet kisses from her knees to her 
pussy. I worked my tongue to lick her entrance, bumping 
her clit with my nose. The aroma was heady, a musky 
tang that matched her taste. I engulfed her clit with 
my tongue, licking and sucking gently as she dug her 
heels into my back and humped my face, moaning softly. 

It didn't take her long to come, giving me with more 
than I could swallow. Her clit shrank away from my 
tongue and I concentrated on her center, trying to 
force my tongue deep inside. After a minute she pulled 
me up to her, kissing me hard, writhing under me, 
grabbing my ass and holding me closely.

She pushed me up toward the pillows, moving her face 
between my legs, her fingers pinching my nipples and 
kneading my breasts. For about 10 minutes, I gushed all 
over her face and she licked it up, murmuring soft 
sounds. I finally said, "Make me come, PLEASE!!!!" 

That must have been what she was waiting for, because 
she locked onto my clit, sucking it and half of my 
pussy lips into her mouth, working it around, bumping 
it every half second. I humped her face, coming in 
spasm after spasm, pulling her head down, trying to get 
her tongue and her finger deeper inside. I heard her 
swallow 4 or 5 times and I knew that I had let loose a 
gusher. After, we laid there stroking each other, 
kissing softly and murmuring love sounds. About 2 am, 
she said "Enough, I can't handle any more," and we fell 
asleep wrapped around each other.

***

The next morning we awoke late, stretching and groaning 
like old ladies. She padded into the bathroom, did her 
business and brushed her teeth. As she came out, she 
asked "Do you think your Mom would mind me coming back 
soon?" "Probably not, I'll ask," I replied.

"I'd like to have you over to my house, but it's gotta 
be when Paul is gone, you know?" she said.

"I understand," I said. After she drove away, I asked 
Mom what she thought and she said "I like her, she's 
nice....I'm happy for you." I called her later that day 
and chatted, telling her what my Mom had said, feeling 
very alive and secure. I told her how I was feeling and 
she said "Having someone to love does that to you. I 
feel the same way." We hung up, me glowing with 
happiness. Later that night as I lay waiting for sleep, 
I realized we had just scratched the surface.

From then until June when school was due to be out, we 
saw each other every day.

Fridays were roller rink nights and Saturday night at 
my house became the norm. Sex was always on the menu, 
and sometimes she would spoil me, sometimes I would get 
to spoil her. She liked shaving my legs and underarms 
in the tub and rubbing me with oil. I liked trimming 
her pubic hair and playing with her out-sized clit. We 
started dressed alike, skirts one day and pants the 
next, or garter belts and nylons with low heels, 
coordinating our wardrobes by phone the night before. 

We even agreed on our underwear, if the skirt was a 
wraparound and below the knee, no panties. Above the 
knee, no matter the style, definitely panties. We (or I 
should say Ellie ) discovered that if we turned the 
skirt just right, we could stand right in the hallway 
next to my locker and finger each other with no one 
being the wiser. Just a tease, never for more than a 
few seconds, but it always whetted our appetites.

The one Saturday night I did get to go to her house we 
bathed in a tub that would have seated 6 easily. She 
shaved my underarms and shampooed my hair. Later in the 
sauna, the first one I'd ever been in, Patrick joined 
us and gave me a 10 minute back rub. He had a towel 
around him the entire time, so I didn't get to see 
anything, but I noticed that they communicated with a 
lot of non-verbal signals--a shake of the head, a nod, 
or a lifted eyebrow. I did that with her to a certain 
extent, but theirs was the deeper connection. I grew to 
trust him and I knew that I wouldn't be harmed.

4 days before school let out, My Dad let me know that 
he was looking for help getting the pool ready for the 
summer. I enlisted the help of Patrick and Ellie and we 
cleaned and scrubbed most of the day. Around 3, my Dad 
pronounced it ready and we all jumped in. It was still 
chilly, the heater had only been running for a day, so 
we got out quickly. Wrapping up in big new towels and 
running inside, Dad took Patrick to the den while Ellie 
and I stayed in the kitchen with Mom. 

As we drank our hot chocolate and shivered ourselves 
warm, my Mom said "You two are good for each other." We 
smiled at her and each other, basking in her approval. 
We went to my room and she asked me, "Are you on the 
pill?" I said "Uh-Huh," and she nodded. I had learned 
that every time she asked a question, she had a plan. I 
trusted her to let me know what it was when the time 
was right, and we kissed goodbye.


CHAPTER SIX: "Passion"


In May I turned 18 and along with a party, got a 
beautiful ankle bracelet from Ellie. She also replaced 
my toe ring with one that had a diamond chip in it. My 
parents gave me a used car, a little 6 cylinder 
automatic. I was told that I'd be doing a lot of the 
shopping and errand running to help out and my folks 
paid the first 3 months of insurance. 2 weeks later we 
were released for the summer and celebrated with a day 
at the pool.

The graduation ceremony was nice and made special by 
Miss Kelsey. As we stood in line waiting to climb the 
podium for our diplomas, she walked up and said "You 
two are beautiful together". Excited, I wiped a tear 
away and hugged her, hoping that she too would find 
someone.

Ellie began to come over almost every day, and as long 
as my chores were done and errands run, we could swim 
or go to the mall. I spent most weekends with my family 
and the weekdays with Ellie, tanning, playing in my 
room, or shopping. I wanted to get to know her 
intimately so that I could share the unspoken 
communication that existed between her and Patrick.

One day at the pool I was laying next to Ellie holding 
her hand and asked "How often do you and Patrick, you 
know... do it?" 

She giggled and said, "You mean how often do we make 
love? About once a week, I guess, sometimes more, why?"

"Oh, just curious," I replied. 

She laughed and said "You want to watch?" 

I said "No, I don't think I could handle that." 

Then she got serious and said, "You knew about him from 
the start, I haven't hidden him or lied to you."

I sat up and said, "I know, I'm not jealous. It's just 
exciting sometimes thinking that he puts his cock the 
same place I put my mouth." I was blushing as I 
revealed this deep secret.

"I know he likes you and I don't think he'd mind if you 
were there with us... he has this habit of 
concentrating fully, I doubt he'd know you were in the 
room," she said.

"I'll think about it," I said, and laid back down.

I took Ellie to the pond one day and as we walked I 
wondered what feelings revisiting the place would 
bring. We came into the clearing and stood, looking at 
the water. Somehow it looked dirty and worn out and I 
told her so.

"You can never go back, Cassie... only forward," she 
said. I pulled her away and we walked back to the 
house. I was quiet most of the way, thinking of what 
had been and knowing that it was finally over. We 
tanned for a half hour, then I took Ellie upstairs and 
locked my door. The afternoon was spent making soft 
gentle love, with a lot of kisses and hugs. At one 
point I broke down and cried while Ellie held me tight.

I got a part-time job as an 'intake screener' at a loan 
company, working mornings. Ellie bought me some clothes 
for work, including several outfits that I knew were 
very expensive. When I protested she asked "Do you love 
me?"

I said "Of course!"

"Then let me do this for you, I love to see you in nice 
clothes." I accepted, and banished the thought of 
attempting to repay her, the prices were way beyond my 
budget.

The 4th and our family holiday was coming soon and I 
thought Millie could respect other people's choices. 
When I got my room ready, I only put down the rollaway. 
She could sleep on that and Eleanor and I would have my 
full size to ourselves. They arrived on the 2nd and got 
settled in quickly. Patrick did lifeguard duty and had 
a blast dunking and splashing with the neighborhood 
kids. Millie had filled out a bit more, and although 
she was only 13, she got more than a few glances from 
people that stopped by for a visit. 

That evening the 3 of us did the dishes and went 
upstairs, leaving the adults in the den with the TV. We 
showered and got our gowns on, Ellie and I nude 
underneath, Millie with underwear. We did different 
hairstyles on each other and Ellie showed Millie how to 
apply a little makeup. Ellie told her "The trick is to 
put it on so it will look as if you aren't wearing 
any." When Millie looked in the mirror, she said "Wow!"

I could tell Millie had a thousand questions on her 
mind but I had to hand it to her, she kept her 
curiosity in check. At bedtime, Ellie and I stripped 
out of our nighties, said "G'nite" and spooned against 
each other in the big bed. 

A few kisses later, I heard rustling and movement on 
the rollaway, then silence. We fell asleep cuddled 
closely, sharing soft kisses. In the morning we awoke 
first and there was Millie sprawled on her back, legs 
apart and naked. She had gotten nude to sleep and 
kicked the covers off during the night. She had a lot 
of hair between her legs, way more than I'd had at that 
age and I thought it must derive from the Moran side of 
the family. Ellie and I looked her over and smiled. 

On the way down to breakfast, Ellie whispered "A fine 
young lass, that." I laughed out loud and said "For 
true." Ellie went home for the 3rd and 4th and I 
enjoyed the warm days and the pool. Burgers were burnt, 
most of the neighbors dropped by for a swim or a beer 
and a hot dog, and a good time was had by all. Millie 
slept with me those 2 nights, but never asked a thing. 
She slept nude, as I did, but kept to her side of the 
bed.

On the 5th I was expecting to go to the rink because it 
was Friday and Ellie called. "Can you sleep over at my 
place until Sunday?," she asked. I checked with Mom and 
she said I could go. Ellie said "Bring a pair of low 
black heels, ok?" I said "Sure," and threw them in the 
bag with everything else. I drove to her house and when 
we were in her room, she said "Plans have changed."

"OK, to what?" I asked.

"How would you like to go to a club where there are 
mostly people just like us and we can hold hands and 
dance?" she asked.

"You mean it?!" I cried. "I'd love to!"

We bathed in style and she shaved me, trimming my pussy 
hair short. We put my hair up in the most adult style 
we knew and I put on a garter belt and nylons. We tried 
several dresses from her closet and Patrick came in. I 
was naked except for the garter belt and blushed a 
little, but he didn't look at me. "What are you 
wearing?" he asked. 

"She is going fancy, I'm dressing down," she replied. A 
few minutes later he came in again, in chinos and a T-
shirt with sandals. I had just put on a black sheath of 
some clingy material that followed every curve of my 
body. Slit up the side way above my knee, it showed off 
my legs nicely.

"Perfect!" he said.

Ellie lifted the dress and dabbed some musky scent at 
the top of my pubic hair and some more under the curve 
of my boobs. I pulled it down and she said "OK, we're 
almost ready." She slipped into a pair of jeans and a 
half shirt, knotting the tails under her breasts, with 
a pair of leather sandals. I said "What, no one is 
wearing underwear tonight?" She laughed and said "We're 
trolling, and nobody else will have any either."

On the ride to town, Ellie told me what to expect, with 
Patrick putting in an occasional comment. Patrick 
passed us a pint of brandy and we took a sip. It burned 
my throat and made my tummy warm. We drove about an 
hour to a dingy part of the city. We parked and walked 
to a dimly lit doorway that had a half-dozen or so 
women standing around it. They let us into a hallway 
and I heard music playing softly in the distance. We 
entered the main room and saw perhaps 50 couples 
dancing, swaying to the music of a jukebox. Mostly 
women, there were teens, matrons, and models in several 
styles of dress, having fun and making out in the dim 
light.

Patrick returned with our cokes and put a shot of 
brandy in each. A song came on that I liked and I asked 
Ellie to dance. She led me to the floor, putting her 
arms around me, kneading my ass through my dress. That 
had the immediate effect of making my puss wet and I 
ground my crotch against her leg.

"You're getting it, Cassie, you're getting it," she 
smiled. We danced for awhile and Patrick wasn't at the 
table when we took a breather. Ellie looked around and 
pointed toward the bar. Patrick was talking with the 
female bartender, sharing a laugh.

We sat for awhile, holding hands and smooching across 
the table and absolutely no one was paying any 
attention to us. We went to the restroom, ignoring the 
sounds of sex coming from the stall next door, and 
peed. Ellie freshened my makeup and we returned to our 
table. The drinks had made me fuzzy and I said I wanted 
to dance some more.

Ellie unbuttoned her jeans as we walked toward the 
dance floor and wrapped me in her arms. I slid my hand 
down the back of her pants and fondled her butt as we 
danced, dreamily aware that I was in public with my 
lover.

Pretty soon I worked my hand around to the front and 
caressed her clit, getting my finger wet in the 
process. I licked my finger and did it again. Her hips 
moved closer and I couldn't move my hand very much. I 
tried to push her back a little and she whispered 
"Later!" in my ear. I resumed playing with her tight 
butt, feeling the muscles flex as she moved. Too soon, 
Patrick was next to us, saying "We gotta go." I got in 
the back seat and Ellie got in the front with Patrick. 
I dozed and I could hear them talking and giggling in 
low tones all the way home.

We got to the house and Patrick let us out at the front 
door and drove the car around to the garage. There were 
no lights anywhere and we tiptoed through the kitchen 
and dining room toward the stairs. Once in her room, I 
flopped on the bed and said "Whew, that was nice! When 
can we do it again?" 

"Anytime you want," she replied, stripping off her 
clothes. She joined me on the bed for a couple of 
kisses, then pulled me to my feet and said "I have to 
hang the dress." 

I got out of it with her help, and was soon naked. We 
were slipping into our robes when we heard a soft 
double tap at the door, and Patrick walked in with 6 
cans of soda and a large tray of finger food.

"Anyone hungry?" he laughed.

He dug in, and we joined him. Ellie and I cuddled for 
sleep after our shower, content and happy.

The afternoons were for Ellie and me and we'd lay out 
or walk, talking and getting to know each other. We had 
a healthy lust for one another, but I wanted to know 
her well enough to anticipate her needs and wants and 
satisfy them if I could. I wanted to know her secrets, 
her desires, her most intimate thoughts and I wanted to 
share mine with her. Sometimes just a touch was enough 
to tell her something.

I was getting spoiled by her, she was fascinated by my 
long toes and nipples, and even my hair. She would suck 
my toes, which would make my nipples hard and my pussy 
wet and we'd make love for hours. She also introduced 
me to all manner of toys, including the thrill of 
thrills, her double-ended cock. Sammi and I had been 
mostly limited to tongues and fingers and I was 
enthralled. She had a harness that she used for it 
sometimes, and as I crouched on hands and knees, the 
slow deep strokes she used were heaven on earth.

The summer passed slowly, each day bringing its 
delights and surprises. Patrick left us alone a lot and 
skating became an infrequent occurrence. His Father 
became ill and as Edna and Paul traveled to various 
clinics for tests, Patrick spent more time away from 
home conducting the business. The weather turned and 
the pool was shut down for the season, leaving us one 
less place for privacy and love.

Ellie told me that I ought to move into the spare room, 
so I asked my Mother if I could.

"Certainly you can, sweetie, I've been waiting for you 
to ask for awhile now," she smiled.

"What about you and Dad," I asked, "Won't you be 
lonesome?"

"Probably a little, but you're not going far and it's 
been a long time since your father and I were able to 
sit in the den in our underwear and watch TV," she 
grinned.

I made the move in early November, piling my stuff in 
my car and making two trips. I quit my job because it 
would so far to drive, thinking I could get one closer 
to my new home. Ellie helped me unpack and as I hung 
the last of my things in the closet, she wrapped her 
arms around me and whispered "Welcome home." in my ear. 
That led to a short visit to the bed for a kiss, among 
other things.

Patrick was happy to see me, pleased more for Ellie 
than for me I thought, but his joy was evident. A large 
unused room at the end of the hall was converted to our 
gathering spot, a place to watch TV or listen to music 
and cuddle. We would lock the doors and strip, teasing 
and touching, eventually making love on the floor or 
the couch.

I had thought of watching her with Patrick often over 
the months, but I was apprehensive. What if she liked 
what he did better than what I could do for her? I had 
nothing but the rubber cock where he had the real thing 
and I knew he loved her very much. Finally putting my 
petty fears and jealousies aside, I told her one 
evening after dinner that I was ready.

"Ready for what?" she asked.

"To watch you and Patrick," I said, "At least I think I 
am."

She grinned and said, "Pat will like that. Give us a 
few minutes, then just open the door and walk in, ok?" 

I nodded yes and she left. I brushed my teeth and peed, 
brushed my hair out, patted my thighs and said "Here 
goes nothing," under my breath. I opened the door 
slowly, peeking around the corner. Patrick's bed was a 
huge platform, low to the floor and covered with a 
sheet. Dressers were built in along one wall, with 
pillows everywhere. Ellie was sitting on the edge of 
the bed next to Pat and they were kissing. She had his 
cock in her hand, slowly stroking it up and down. There 
were candles on the nightstand and 2 dim night lights 
around the floor. 

Ellie said, "Pull up a chair," and resumed her kissing. 
I sat down about 5 feet from the bed, directly in front 
of them. He cupped her boobs, drawing a moan and his 
hand was busy in her fur. His penis was fully hard and 
she knelt in front of him, taking it in her mouth and 
cradling his balls in her other hand. I moved the chair 
to get a better view and saw her move her head forward 
and down, trying to take as much of him as she could.

After several minutes of this, she quit sucking him and 
started stroking him faster, saying "This is what Pat 
likes, a little tune-up before the main event, don't 
ya?" , and he looked at me for the first time. Bigger 
than Kevin, he wasn't huge but he was long and she used 
both hands to jerk him. He tensed and she immediately 
put her mouth on his cock head and sucked. She began 
moving her head up and down, massaging his balls and 
going deeper and deeper with each stroke. He moaned 
loudly, and she swallowed several times, gulping for 
air. He was holding her head, shivering with the 
contractions. She finished swallowing and turned to me.

"You want a taste?" she grinned. I shook my head no and 
she said "Your loss." She fondled him for another few 
moments while he shrank, ending with one hand full of 
cock and a satisfied smile. She stood up and came to 
me, sitting on the arm of the chair. 

"That was so he will last for me....the second time 
always takes longer," she explained. She kissed me, 
groping my crotch, finding my clit and stirring her 
finger in the wetness. I returned the kiss, tasting 
him, and reached for her hip. She pushed me down to 
straddle my face, moving my body around in the chair. 
Her clit was huge and wet and I gave it a lick, holding 
her ass to me. She pushed it closer and I tried to 
swallow it, her juice dripping off my chin. 

We must have been at it about 5 minutes when I sensed 
someone nearby and stopped long enough to look up. 
Patrick was standing next to us, his erect cock in his 
hand, stroking it lovingly.

She turned, took his hand and pushed him toward the 
bed. He lay on his back with his feet at the near edge 
and she squatted over him, facing away, feeling for his 
cock. He pushed it forward and she placed the tip at 
her entrance, rubbed up and down a couple of times, and 
sank down an inch. She moved to her hands and knees 
once he was in and gradually lowered herself on his 
shaft. She took her time and from the look on her face, 
mouth open and eyes closed, I could tell she was not 
trying to avoid being hurt, she was savoring every inch 
that went inside.

Once she was fully seated, she leaned back and laid on 
him. He lifted his knees to cradle her, spreading her 
legs and reaching for her breasts. She was fully 
supported by his body and she began to slowly rock her 
hips. I moved closer, right next to Patrick's feet and 
looked at her pussy. Her tiny slit was filled with his 
penis, stretched wide and glistening, and I could smell 
her excitement. 

His hands were on her boobs, caressing her nipples and 
the soft flesh surrounding them. Each bump of her clit 
earned a groan of pleasure and a whisper of "Oh yes, 
baby, oh yes." My fingers were very busy in my pussy 
and I knew I'd come soon. She raised her head and asked 
me "Lick my clit, please?" I hesitated, because I 
wanted to watch, not participate, but her tone said 
that this was something she really needed me to do. I 
said "Mm-hmm," and leaned forward on the bed.

I couldn't avoid his cock, so I licked up his shaft and 
tongued her clit. She quivered, opening her legs and 
said, "More, more, please more." 

I put my lips on her clit and sucked gently, tonguing 
it up and down. I moved to her labia and licked around 
his cock. She started grunting with each touch and I 
thought she had to be close. I locked my mouth on her 
clit and sucked it deep, rolling it around in my mouth. 
She spasmed and screamed, grabbing a handful of my 
hair. Patrick increased his speed and I tasted salty 
musk around the edges of his cock. It had to be his 
come because she didn't taste like that, but I 
swallowed everything I could. Her clit retracted and I 
slowed down, moving to her outer lips, sucking the 
sides dry.

A moment later his knees and hers fell to the bed and I 
knew it was over. She was sweaty and limp and rolled to 
her side, taking Patrick with her. He gently removed 
his limp cock from her and covered her with part of a 
sheet. He grinned at me and said softly "Hungry?" I 
nodded yes and he took my hand, leading me through the 
house to the kitchen. He began to raid the fridge, 
piling things on a plate, took a bottle of sparkling 
wine and said "Let's go."

We returned to her room and sat on the bed with a 
pillow between us for the food. He cut a slice of apple 
and said "Open," and fed me the slice. This was 
followed by a piece of sharp cheese and then a drink of 
wine. Bits of bread, a slice of apple, some more wine, 
and I began to feed him too. I giggled and he gave me a 
questioning look.

"This is fun," I said.

"Mm-hmm," he replied. The food was almost gone and I 
asked "What about Ellie?"

"Oh, she'll sleep for a hour or so and then wander back 
in here," he replied.

We finished the food and he took my hand in his, gently 
kissing my knuckles.

"I'm glad you were here, that was a first for her," he 
said, smiling.

"No one else has...?" I asked, surprised.

"It's always been the two of us at home, she never did 
that before," he confirmed.

"Umm," I murmured.

Scooting closer to me, he said "She loves you an awful 
lot, you know?"

"I love her too," I said, "But I can't show it the way 
she does, always buying me things and spoiling me."

He laughed and said "That's because she has more money 
than she can spend... her Grandfather set up a trust 
fund when she was born, and she will inherit when she 
turns 25. In the meantime, she draws from it as she 
needs it," he said.

"What about you?" I asked.

"My Dad is an investment banker. I suppose I'll inherit 
the firm someday... let's just say that money is the 
least of my worries."

I nodded and he continued to hold my hand. His hands 
were warm, soft and comforting. "You know that Ellie 
and I have talked about you?" he asked.

"I figured as much," I laughed. There was a look in his 
eyes at that moment that told me if I kissed him there 
would be no turning back.

The door opened and Ellie stood there, looking sleepy 
eyed. "Hi guys, wanna shower?" she asked, walking 
toward the bathroom.

"Yes!" we said, and followed her. Lots of soaping and 
rubbing and rinsing, and I even kissed Patrick, 
thanking him for being understanding. His lips were 
soft, gentle and undemanding. We dried and curled up in 
her bed, Ellie in the middle, and went to sleep.

A few days later, I made the decision. Sitting on our 
couch late one night, my hand on her leg, I said "I'd 
like to be with you and Patrick soon."

"With, as in a threesome, or...?" she asked.

"Really with, I want Patrick to make love to me and 
you, you know, us, together."

"You sure about this?" she asked. I nodded yes.

***

The next night we went to the club for a few hours. 
Ellie and I dressed in see-through blouses with no bras 
and skimpy shorts. Patrick wore a tank top and shorts 
under his coat, and we all shivered on the way there. 
On the dance floor, Ellie told me to relax and enjoy 
the evening. On the way home, we sat in the back seat 
and groped each other, I needed her closeness. Wet 
kisses and my shorts were undone, Ellie fingering me to 
orgasm. 

Once in her room, Patrick came to me and gazed into my 
eyes and asked "Are you sure, very sure you want to do 
this?" I nodded and he started taking off his clothes. 
I was led to the shower and we removed the sweat from 
the evening. Ellie moved behind me, holding me around 
the waist and said "Relax." 

Some signal passed between them and Patrick dropped to 
his knees in front of me, his fingers parting my pubic 
hair. He licked my clit, then explored my slit with his 
tongue. I felt a finger go in and moaned softly. He was 
different than Ellie, more direct, but no less 
pleasurable. I came quietly, sagging into Ellie's arms.

Patrick kissed me, cupping my butt and holding me to 
him. I held his hand as they walked me to the bed. 
Patrick sat on the edge, legs spread, and Ellie knelt 
in front of him and began stroking his soft cock.

"I should be doing that, I think," I said. Ellie looked 
up at me and asked "You want to?"

"Well, if I'm going to do this, I may as well do it 
all, don't you think?" I replied. Patrick smiled, and 
Ellie moved out of the way, saying "He's all yours." I 
knelt, remembering what I had done with Kevin. I 
circled his penis with my thumb and forefinger and 
pulled gently towards me. Ellie got behind me and told 
me to cradle his balls with one hand and use the other 
for his cock. I did so and it began to grow. Getting 
longer and firmer, the head poked out of the foreskin, 
purple and wet. I licked it like a lollipop and it got 
bigger. Ellie was behind me, rolling my nipples in her 
fingers, caressing my breasts, and I was getting 
wetter.

I was steeling myself for the big move of putting his 
cock in my mouth and Ellie whispered "Go ahead." I 
leaned over, surrounding the head with my lips and then 
going a little deeper. Patrick said "Mmmmmmmm," and I 
began to move my head up and down on his shaft. 

I moved my hand in rhythm with my mouth, up and down, 
and was amazed at the feel of him. Hard underneath, the 
velvet skin on the surface was slippery and wet. I went 
a bit too deep and gagged for a second, and Ellie said 
"Easy." He grew harder and longer and I could taste a 
salty fluid once in awhile. Ellie whispered, "A little 
faster," and I complied. After a couple of minutes, his 
balls drew up in his sac and his cock began to throb.

"I'm gonna come... Now! Now! Now!" he exclaimed and his 
cock spurted into the back of my throat. Hot, salty, 
tasting like mushrooms, he filled my mouth several 
times. I swallowed as fast as I could, gagging once, 
but kept moving my hand. His spasms subsided and his 
balls relaxed and I continued to suck him, swirling my 
tongue around the head. He shivered and put his hand on 
my forehead.

"Easy," he said and I released him, licking the 
overflow from my chin. Ellie turned me around and 
kissed me, her tongue digging into my mouth, sharing 
the taste of him. "Mmmmmm-Hmmmm!" she said, smiling 
widely.

She pulled me to the bed, burying her face in my crotch 
and sucking my clit. "God, you are so wet!" she said, 
moving her hips so we could pleasure each other. I 
looked up to see her leg go over my face and I was 
looking at her pussy. Open and dripping, I licked her 
and held her butt, stroking it. It didn't take long and 
I was grunting with my climax, humping her face. She 
came seconds later, gushing sweet juices in my mouth. 
We collapsed side by side on the bed, licking the last 
of the come from our bodies.

Patrick was standing near the bed, watching, stroking 
his penis slowly. Half-hard, the tip was peeking out. 
Ellie saw him and got off the bed to hug him. They 
kissed and she fondled it, urging it to grow. He 
caressed her body, causing her to moan softly. They 
separated and Ellie walked to the bed, leading Patrick 
by the cock. 

"Lay on your back," she instructed, and they got on the 
bed with me. They got on either side of me and began 
kissing me, taking turns. Their hands were busy, I felt 
fingers everywhere and I couldn't tell whose was where. 
I spread my legs and lifted my knees to give them 
better access, enjoying this dual attention. Patrick's 
cock was against my hip, hard and pulsing and I took 
him in my hand. Ellie quit kissing me and Patrick 
rolled on top of me, his cock on my belly. He kissed me 
deeply, very gentle and soft, working his lips and 
tongue to mine.

Instinctively I pulled my knees up and his cock slid 
down to touch my slit. He raised his body, placing the 
tip of his penis at my entrance and said "Put your 
hands on my shoulders." I did so and he said, "Your 
hands are going to guide me... no pressure, and I slide 
forward... some pressure, and I stop, you understand?" 

I nodded and he eased himself forward an inch. I was 
nervous, thinking, 'What if I don't do this right' and 
giddy with the excitement of it. His tip penetrated me 
and I felt myself stretch open. I moved my hands and he 
came forward another inch or so. He seemed to be 
waiting for my signals and I placed my hands on his 
back and pulled him toward me. He slid slowly inside, 
filling me. 

I groaned loudly, "Aaaaaaah, that's it!"

He pulled out and came forward again, going a little 
deeper, and I moaned again. Ellie was kneeling behind 
me, pinching my nipples, and the sensations were 
overpowering. I pulled him to me hard, and he sank to 
his full length, his balls touching my ass. He stayed 
still for a few moments, asking me "Ok?"

I said, "YES! Soooo goooood!" and he kissed me. We 
began a slow hip movement, his cock sliding in and out 
smoothly in my wetness.

I felt full and very warm. Everything was connected and 
the heat of his body was comforting. My whole body was 
quivering and Ellie held my feet up to stop them 
shaking. That allowed him to go deeper and when the tip 
of his cock hit my uterus, I exploded. He started 
stroking faster and faster, going deep, my pussy 
tightening around him. I gasped and cried, "Yes! Oh god 
yes! Please... please... yes... oh god!" 

I got dizzy and wave after wave of contractions within 
me milked his cock. He started panting as my orgasm 
began to fade and I slowly relaxed. He was stroking 
fast and deep and I felt another climax approaching 
quickly. Ellie sucked my nipples hard, and it hit. My 
stomach cramped, my pussy clamped down on him again and 
I screamed "Ooooh... oooh... oooh... ooohh... eeeeeee!" 

I suddenly felt very wet and slippery and he started 
moaning with each thrust, "Unh, unh, unh," and I knew 
he was coming. I held him tight kissing him, moaning 
with him, humping my hips hard against him, willing him 
to go deeper. I spasmed again and again as he pounded 
me, making me breathless.

Too soon he stopped and nuzzled my ear, cuddling 
closely. I could feel his cock as it shrank and he slid 
out of me, leaving me feeling empty. He moved to my 
side, stroking and kissing my breasts and Ellie got 
between my legs and licked the come from my slit. Once 
the excess was gone, she sucked my clit and I climaxed 
again, a mild quivery one. I dozed, Ellie kissing my 
belly, and Patrick by my side touching my breasts, 
kissing my neck. I fell asleep, thinking 'so this is 
love'.


CHAPTER SEVEN: "Promises"


I woke up alone the next morning, warm and cozy under 
the covers with a sticky smelly mess between my legs. I 
unstuck my hip from the sheet and walked to the 
bathroom. A pleasant mild ache became noticeable and I 
smiled. I hadn't had anything bigger than Ellie's 
rubber penis in there since Kevin, it felt good to be 
stretched open and filled again! I had mixed feelings 
about the previous night, only time would tell if I 
could handle them. One thought that crossed my mind was 
loving them both if I could.

I showered and brushed my furry tasting teeth and felt 
100 percent better. I clipped my hair back out of my 
face and slipped on my terry robe, sans underwear. I 
thought I'd let it air out a little, knowing there was 
the possibility of morning sex, too.

I opened the door to return to the bedroom as Ellie and 
Patrick were putting the finishing touches on the bed, 
tucking the corners.

"Mornin, sleepyhead!" she said, grinning at me. "Coffee 
is over there," pointing toward the tray. I got a cup 
and sat on the chair, sipping the warm brew and trying 
to wake up. Patrick smiled at me and came to sit at my 
feet, putting a small kiss on the inside of my knee. I 
bent over and kissed the tip of his nose and then his 
mouth lightly, thinking if he wanted a replay of last 
night I'd let him make the first move. He was starting 
to apply a little more pressure on my lips and Ellie 
said "Hey you two, knock it off!"

He chuckled and backed up an inch or two, putting an 
arm around my legs. I leaned back and resumed drinking 
my coffee, grinning at Ellie standing there with that 
look of mock indignation. She sat on the arm of the 
chair and bent down to touch my face, turning my lips 
to hers for her morning kiss.

"Come on, let's go eat!" Pat said and stood, pulling me 
with him. He was in shorts, loose and silky, barefoot 
with no shirt. Ellie had on one of her flowing floor-
length robes that made her look like Cleopatra, but I 
couldn't see any panties under it. That was always a 
good sign.

We ate breakfast in our 'den', making small talk and 
feeling comfortable. Making love with the two of them 
was much different than sitting over a meal, but I felt 
more at ease with them than ever before. When we 
finished, Pat said "We need to talk." Ellie nodded and 
I said "Yes?"

"We can't stay here much longer," he said, "the tests 
came back yesterday and Dad is sick. Nothing terminal, 
but the Dr. has suggested he retire...if he does, he 
and Edna will most likely move south for the weather, 
and this house will be sold."

We nodded and he continued "I'll have to do a little 
more for the company time-wise, but I suggest we start 
looking for a house."

"What about me?" I asked.

"I was hoping you would come with us," he said, a look 
of apprehension and disappointment on his face.

"I want to, but I feel awkward," I said, unable to 
explain my feelings.

"About what?" Ellie chimed in.

"I don't feel like I'm contributing much to the 
relationship, I'm not working or anything, sometimes I 
feel guilty," I said, hanging my head.

"It's about money, isn't it?" Ellie said, smiling a 
Cheshire grin.

I nodded, shamefaced, and she laughed out loud.

She got up and removed her robe, (I was right, no 
panties) straddling my body in my chair. Her crotch 
made my thigh damp and she took a deep breath, saying 
"Patrick told you about the trust fund, right?"

"So?" I asked.

"So, that means if I choose to give it away or spend it 
on clothes for you, that's my business, where do you 
think Patrick's car came from?" I looked under her arm 
at him and he nodded yes. She gave me a warm soft kiss, 
caressing my breast and asking "How many times have I 
said 'I love you'?"

"Hundreds, I guess, I don't count," I replied.

"Neither do I," she said. I hugged her and she 
continued "Patrick, it's about time you told her what 
you feel, I'm afraid she's going leave if you don't," 
she smiled.

Patrick looked at me with all the earnestness of a 
youngster about to give his first recital and said 
"Cassie, I believe I've loved you from the night we 
met. I was confused, thinking it impossible to love 2 
people at once, so I asked Ellie, you know what she 
said?"

"Hmm?" I murmured.

"She said it's easy, just open your heart, it's we, not 
just me that's asking, can you open your heart to us?" 
he asked.

I sat for a few seconds, remembering the night we met, 
and how I'd felt.

"Yes I will," I said.

He whooped with joy and Ellie kissed me tenderly, 
whispering "Right answer, kiddo," in my ear. She put 
her robe back on and left the room, saying she had to 
make a phone call. Patrick came to me and placed my cup 
on the table, pulling me into his arms.

"You won't regret it, I swear," he said, kissing my 
face and stroking my hair. My inner fire got lit and 
was bubbling along on low, then he added some fuel by 
cupping my behind in his hands. I responded by adding a 
little tongue to my kiss and the door slammed.

"Jeez, I can't leave you two alone for 5 minutes!" 
Ellie said, laughing. We separated, and Pat smoothed a 
hand over my hip as he said "I've got to do a few 
things, I'll be back later. We can house-hunt tomorrow, 
yes?" We said yes, and he left for his bedroom.

"We've got an appointment in town at 5 o'clock," she 
said.

"What for?" I asked, once again sipping my coffee.

"I want his babies, it's about time I got off the pill 
anyway...now is the perfect time, I've got one left in 
this cycle," she stated.

"I've got three," I said, "but what would we use to 
prevent pregnancy?"

"A midnight trampoline, darlin'," she said.

The clinic was a store front, but clean and well-
equipped. Dr. Margaret (call me Peggy) Owens was a 
charming woman about 35 who had a no-nonsense attitude 
and a haircut to match. The waiting room had lots of 
empty chairs and toys scattered around, evidence of 
success. Peggy yelled with joy and hugged Ellie 
fiercely when we walked in the door. They talked in 
quiet tones as they walked back into an examination 
room and I was left to sit and ponder.

20 minutes later Ellie walked out saying goodbye and I 
held her arm.

"Can she do me too?" I asked.

"You sure?" she asked.

"Positively!" I assured her. Peggy led me back and I 
undressed. She took a blood sample and I peed in a 
bottle, then put my feet into the eternally cold 
stirrups. As she peered into my innards, she said "Have 
you known Ellie long?"

"A year or so," I replied, "you?"

"Since she was 14 and came to me for her first birth 
control pills," she said.

"I love her," I blurted, anxious for this woman to know 
what my status with Ellie really was.

"I do too, if it wasn't for her there wouldn't be a 
clinic," Peggy replied.

She looked me over after the pelvic exam and pronounced 
me healthy. "The results of the tests should be back in 
a couple of days, but there's no reason why you can't 
go ahead with filling the prescription," she said. I 
thanked her as we were walking out and she leaned close 
to me and said quietly "Your babies are going to love 
your nipples." I grinned at her, turning a bit pink, 
and she said "Babies like long nipples, it's easier for 
them to nurse."

Gathering our coats, Peggy let us out into the chill 
wind and locked the door behind us, done for the day.

"You never said anything about that place before," I 
said when we were driving home.

"No need to, Peggy and I go way back," she smiled.

"It's nice of you to pay for all that," I said.

"People who otherwise can't afford medical care get it, 
and I get a friend," she said, "Everybody wins."

We waited at the drug store for 35 minutes while the 
pharmacist got the right size found and boxed, then we 
left for home. After we ate that night, Ellie showed me 
how to place the thing inside, getting her fingers all 
gooey with the jelly. It felt funny at first, but as my 
body warmed it I couldn't tell it was there.

"What do we tell Pat if he feels it when we make love?" 
I asked.

"The truth of course, we're off the pill," she replied.

"Does he really want babies?" I inquired.

"If it were left to him we'd have 6 each," she laughed.

We showered and went to sleep, the day of looking at 
houses was going to be a long one. We put Patrick 
between us in his bed and cuddled down for sleep, 
holding hands on his stomach. Morning came and we left 
for the rounds of house-hunting. Nothing we saw hit our 
fancy, one was so run-down it was unusable, and we came 
home disappointed. We went over our choices again, 
hoping to find something we missed, but had no luck.

***

That night we went to the club for awhile, coming home 
about midnight.

The glint in Ellie's eye told me she was horny. As we 
undressed, Patrick smiled and said "I'll be right 
back." I headed for the shower, with Ellie close 
behind. Washing each other and playing, we were out in 
5 minutes. I sat on the edge of the bed and took my 
hair down, letting Ellie brush it out. Ellie went to 
Patrick's room and peeked in. "No one there," she said. 
Ellie decided to start without him, kissing my neck and 
ears, giving me goose bumps. My body was ready and I 
responded by kissing her mouth, wet and licky kisses, 
the kind I usually gave to her pussy. She moaned softly 
once and we heard the door open. "Ladies," Patrick 
said.

He had 2 white boxes in his hand and a tray with 2 
bottles of champagne. He was naked, his penis at half-
mast and said "Took a bit longer than I thought to snag 
the drinks." He put the tray down on Ellie's dressing 
table and said "First things first, ladies, be serious 
and compose yourselves." We giggled at that and he 
waggled his finger at us, smiling. We sat on the edge 
of the bed, hands in our laps, legs together and 
waited. He got down on one knee, opened both boxes, 
taking the rings out. Identical, they had one large 
diamond in the center flanked by one smaller stone on 
either side.

"They're beautiful!" Ellie said.

"Stick out your left hands, please," he asked. He 
slipped them partway on our ring fingers, and said " I 
love you both, I want you both, I want to be your mate 
for life... will you have me for your husband?" 

We said "Yes," and he pushed the rings back to their 
proper place. Ellie was crying tears of joy and I 
joined her, giving her a big hug.

"Now for the bubbly," Patrick said, popping the cork on 
a bottle. He poured the glasses, and handed us each 
one.

"To our lives together, to our love together, to us," 
he quietly said. I cried "Yes!" and took a sip. We sat 
and drank one bottle dry, hugging and kissing, letting 
the tears flow occasionally. Patrick turned off the 
lights, leaving only 1 small night light in the corner 
and asked "Anyone up for some fun?" He was standing in 
front of us, glass in hand, massaging his cock. 

Ellie glanced at me and nodded her head in his 
direction. I tapped her knee and we both knelt in front 
of him simultaneously, Ellie grabbing his cock and me 
fondling his balls. 2 minutes later he was hard and 
Ellie swallowed the head of his penis, working her 
tongue. She released him from her mouth and nudged me. 
I put my head close to hers and we traded his cock back 
and forth several times. His taste was different, more 
like sea salt and sweat this time, but this was our man 
and I didn't care what he tasted like.

He came in Ellie's mouth, humping his hips gently 
forward, and I let go of his ball sac. Ellie grabbed my 
hand and pulled me close, grunting, as she quickly took 
his cock out of her mouth and shoved my head down. He 
spasmed only twice for me, but that was enough to fill 
my mouth. 

I held still, my lips around the head, swallowed once 
and swirled my tongue around for more. A few more drops 
came out and he began to deflate. I kissed his cock tip 
and swallowed the last of his come. Ellie laughed and 
said "Next time you go first, he almost drowned me!" I 
giggled and he laughed. I stood up and climbed onto the 
bed, propping my head with a big pillow. 

I knew what was coming next, and my pussy itched for 
her. She saw me, smiled and pulled the pillow out from 
under me. She straddled my face with her hips and 
kissed my clit, working her tongue. She was dripping 
and I licked her clean, then went to work on her 
center. I tongued her butthole and made her squirm, 
then returned to her slit. 

Holding her lips open, I tongue fucked her clit from 
underneath, being rewarded with a flood of her come and 
a muffled scream in my pussy. I licked again and got 
close to an orgasm of my own. She finally quit teasing 
me and sucked my clit and labia into her mouth, chewing 
and sucking. I came with a grunt, tensing as the waves 
hit me.

She quit sucking so hard and licked around the edges, 
cleaning me, letting me calm a bit.

"Gotta pee!" she said, running for the bathroom. 
Patrick looked at me and smiled softly.

"Whatever she wants," I said.

He nodded and leaned to kiss me. I fondled his cock for 
a few moments, and we heard the door shut. Ellie had a 
studious look in her face and she said "Tonight I 
better be bottom." I had no idea what that meant, but 
Patrick nodded and moved away from the bed a step. 
Ellie lay on her back and drew her knees up, sliding a 
pillow under her head. She held her arms out to me and 
said "Come here, Cass, get on top." 

I gently laid on her and she arranged my legs wide 
apart, my knees touching her sides. Patrick got behind 
us and I felt the tip of his hardness at my slit. He 
eased himself in, and I began to feel the fullness. On 
each stroke, he went a little deeper and Ellie kissed 
me. I thought he was all the way in and started to rock 
my hips, but Ellie said "Not yet," and I quit. 

The heat and pleasure was building fast and around my 
kisses I murmured "I'm gonna come any second!" She 
replied "Go ahead," and pushed my hips back with her 
hands. Patrick went even deeper and I grunted with the 
first throes of my climax.

"God, I can feel him in my throat," I cried, "Aaaahh-
hhuuuunh, Ellie, Ellie, I'm coming! Oh god, oh god, I'm 
commmiiiinnng!" She pushed my hips back hard in 
opposition to him and he slammed me deep, deep, pulling 
me back to him. My puss gripped his cock and I faded 
out, lost in the intensity of it.

A few seconds later, I became aware that I wasn't 
moving. My pussy was at the end of its contractions, 
pleasure fading slowly. I tingled from head to foot, 
feeling his cock inside me. Still very hard, I could 
feel his heartbeat through it.

"You ok?" he asked. I weakly said "I think so," and he 
resumed stroking. I was tender and must have flinched, 
because he pulled out of me slowly and said "Ellie, 
your turn." She motioned for me to come to her and 
turned me around facing Patrick. From between my legs, 
she said "You kiss and play nice with Patrick," and 
licked my clit. 

I moved to give her a better angle and Patrick moved 
forward to put his cock in Ellie. He was soaking wet 
from me, sliding inside her in one smooth motion. She 
moaned into my cunt and Patrick began kissing me. She 
was getting his cock, but I was having my pussy eaten 
and my tits played with at the same time, not to 
mention being kissed. I thought I had the better deal.

They got into a familiar hip rocking routine, it wasn't 
long before I heard her moan and saw her tummy muscles 
bunch up in a knot. Every time she came she'd grip my 
hips and pull my clit onto her tongue, rocking it back 
and forth. Patrick and I quit kissing and held each 
other's shoulders, watching her rock and moan. I came 
time after time, never getting below a certain point. 
Any touch on my breasts or my clit was enough to send 
me that extra bit and make me come. Patrick tensed and 
lunged forward, burying his cock in Ellie, moaning. 
"Ya... ya... ya... ya... yes, oh now, now, now, yes, 
yes!" With each stroke, he'd thump her pubic bone with 
his. As his orgasm lessened, she released my hips and I 
made ready to duck down.

He pulled back and my head went for her pussy. Come was 
oozing out and I clamped my lips over the widest area I 
could and sucked. Gobs came out and I sucked harder. I 
finally had an overflowing mouth so I tipped my head 
back and gurgled "Ellie!!!" She moved quickly to kiss 
me and we tongued it back and forth, swallowing some 
and losing some. I started giggling with it running 
down my chin, breaking our kiss. I looked at her and 
laughed again, she had it running out of her nose! We 
both laughed out loud and she said "Shit, look at me! 
I've got more on my tits than I swallowed!" She pulled 
at Patrick and he got close enough for her to suck him 
for a minute, getting the residue.

"We've got to figure a better way to do this," Ellie 
said. She kissed my cheek and said "You almost drowned 
me when you came, and he got me with the tune-up."

"I was afraid I hurt you when I went too deep," Patrick 
told me, "I don't want to hurt you, I love you."

"It's a good hurt, don't worry," I assured him.

We showered again and remade the bed, crawling in for 
some well-earned sleep. We put Patrick between us, 
throwing a leg over his, cuddling close. He kissed us 
in turn and settled on his back. My arm reached for 
Ellie's hand and I drifted off.


CHAPTER EIGHT: "Completion"


The next morning I awoke with a very tender pussy and a 
full bladder. I shook them awake and went to the 
bathroom. As I sat to pee, I thought 'this is how my 
life will be from now on'. I had to share a pussy with 
Patrick and a cock with Ellie, but sex aside, what 
about our lives? Who would shop and who would clean, 
how to split up the dozens of things that comprise a 
day? Would sex always be the three of us, or would 
Ellie need time alone with Patrick? Too many questions 
for so early in the morning I thought, and put them on 
the back burner in my mind.

As I gingerly walked down to the breakfast room in my 
robe, I hoped that I wouldn't meet any one else. Edna 
was sitting at the table drinking coffee when I walked 
in and there was nothing to do but brave it out. "Good 
morning dear, did you sleep well?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you," I replied.

"Tell Carlos what you want for breakfast, I've got to 
pick up Paul," she said, leaving the room. Carlos 
appeared smiling and said "Yes miss?" I was hungry and 
ordered a big breakfast, complete with orange juice.

"Is Mr. Patrick and Miss Ellie coming down soon?" he 
wanted to know.

"They're up, so probably, Carlos," I replied.

I was sitting drinking coffee when Patrick and Ellie 
entered. "Breakfast is on the way," I told them.

"Good," Patrick said. They got coffee and Carlos came 
in with a covered tray, setting it on the table. He 
lifted the cover and I stared. At least a dozen 
scrambled eggs, a pound of bacon, a big pile of 
hashbrowns and a dozen pancakes were on the tray.

"Enjoy!" he said, returning to the kitchen.

"I could get used to this," I said. We ate, talking 
about inconsequential things, enjoying the company. I 
leaned over and kissed Ellie and Patrick said "She's a 
bear in the morning until she's had a cup of coffee." I 
leaned to kiss Patrick and asked "What about you?"

"I'm usually ok after my first dozen eggs or so," he 
laughed.

Patrick left saying he had errands to run and Ellie and 
I finished our breakfast. She had a robe on and I was 
willing to bet there was nothing underneath. I wasn't 
exactly horny, my pussy was too sore for any serious 
attack, but I could handle a few kisses and a hug. She 
got up and came to me, swinging her leg over mine, 
opening her robe. She sat on my lap, bending to kiss me 
and I caressed her boobs, pinching her nipples to 
hardness. She opened the top of my robe and returned 
the favor, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me. 5 
minutes later, she broke the kiss and said "I love you 
with all my heart." I buried my face between her 
breasts and said "Me too."

Paul and Edna took an extended vacation to the Bahamas 
in December and to my surprise Ellie went with them. In 
her room helping her pack I said "I'm going to miss 
you!"

"I know, I'll miss you too, but I need to go...it's my 
last chance to convince my mother that our relationship 
is good for all of us," she said.

"Besides, Patrick and you need some time alone, I 
think."

The limo picked them up for the ride to the airport, 
and Patrick and I waved goodbye from the porch.

"What now?" he asked as we went back inside.

"Whatever you want," I said, giving him a hug. We 
returned to the kitchen and got another cup of coffee. 
Over the next couple of hours, Carlos and the other 
servants left for their well-earned vacation and the 
house became quiet. Pat took me on a tour, entering 
rooms I'd never seen or imagined. His Father's library, 
floor to ceiling with books of all kinds and a 
comfortable chair, plus the formal dining room with its 
table to seat 24 people with ease.

"Beautiful," I said.

"Too much," he replied, "I like upstairs better." If 
that was a hint, I took it and his hand, searching for 
the staircase that led to our sanctuary.

We walked into our den and he grabbed my ribcage, 
tickling me and making me squeal with laughter. I ran 
to the couch, placing it between us and grinned at him.

"Wanna play?" I laughed.

He nodded and faked a move to one end of the couch, 
just as I leaped over it and ran for the chair. I 
managed to keep out of his grasp for a couple of 
minutes and we ended up on the couch with me under him, 
pinned and unable to move. He smiled and asked "Give 
up?"

"Yes," I said, reaching for him.

He took a tissue wrapped package from his shirt pocket 
and handed it to me, releasing me and helping me to sit 
up. I opened it, seeing a very tiny pair of panties. 
Red and mostly string, I understood he wanted to see me 
in them.

"Wait here," I said, walking to the bathroom. I 
undressed and tried them on, tucking hair and adjusting 
the fit. Nothing seemed to look right, so I grabbed a 
razor and shaved my pubes, leaving only a patch at the 
top of my slit.

They fit better and the snug fabric against my bare 
clit was already getting them damp. The elastic running 
through my cheeks made my rosebud tingle too, making me 
wonder what he had in mind. Whatever it was, I was 
game. I put on a flimsy gown, brushed my hair loose and 
walked back into the den. I struck a pose and asked 
"You like?"

"Mmm-hmm," he murmured, taking off his clothes. He came 
to me hesitantly, looking me up and down, savoring the 
view. His cock responded nicely, growing to half-mast 
as he held me gently and stroked my back.

"You're absolutely gorgeous," he whispered.

"So're you," I replied, tipping my head, inviting a 
kiss. It was a long sweet one, full of warm lips and 
wet tongue, with lots of the low passionate sounds I'd 
grown used to with Ellie. We broke for more air and he 
glanced around the room, shaking his head. He scooped 
me into his arms and took me into his room, standing me 
in the doorway. He placed one finger in the air and one 
on my chest, nodding his head. 

I watched as he strode around the room and closed the 
drapes, lighting a candle and taking the quilt off the 
bed. He returned to me and grasped my shoulders, 
opening my gown and letting it slide to the floor. He 
knelt and tugged at the panties, kissing my freshly 
shaven mound as it came into view. Once they were off, 
he held them to his nose and inhaled my scent, gazing 
into my eyes.

He dropped them to the floor and carried me to the bed, 
where he arranged me on my back with my legs slightly 
apart and my hands at my sides.

"Comfortable?" he asked. I nodded yes, and he said 
"Close your eyes." I did, and his fingertips started 
exploring my flesh. On their journey they never 
lingered in one place very long and were usually 
followed immediately by the touch of his lips. 

My breasts had become very sensitive to touch, being 
fondled or kneaded gently by Ellie caused instant 
arousal. It was no different with him, the aureoles 
crinkling quickly, making my nipples stand up and ache. 
He worked his way down my body avoiding all the obvious 
erogenous places, concentrating instead on places I 
never knew about, like behind my knees and the tops of 
my feet. 

He returned to my face and kissed me, one fingertip 
finding the top of my slit behind my hood. Being rubbed 
in slow circles with firm pressure, I responded by 
trying to raise my hips. He put his hand flat on my 
belly and said "Not now." I stilled again, enjoying his 
touch. Over my clit and down to my center, his finger 
was long enough to enter me, finding my come spot and 
allowing his thumb to continue stroking my clit. I 
whimpered and spread my legs, feeling the tension build 
quickly.

Varying the pressure and the rhythm, slowing if he 
sensed me coming too near an orgasm, he pleasured me 
with his hand, occasionally leaning to suck my nipples. 
I felt my clit grow large and insistent, waiting 
impatiently for release. Without warning his thumb 
began stroking across my clit, the pressure inside 
increasing from his finger. I lost it within seconds, 
screaming "Yaaaaaaaaaaah!" as the heat flashed from my 
crotch to my face. 

Grabbing his arm and unashamedly bucking my hips, I 
tried to force his hand deeper into my opening. My clit 
throbbed with each touch, loosing a squirt of fluid 
that drenched his hand. I could do nothing but cramp 
and spasm, lost in the fog of ecstasy, saying "Mmmf, 
mmf, mmf," over and over. After several long seconds I 
collapsed back on the bed, releasing his arm and 
inhaling a large lungful of needed air. Spent and achy, 
I passed out for a minute, waking to see him grinning 
at me, licking his fingers.

"Ellie said you might like that," he informed me.

"Ellie was right," I said. Refreshed by my minutes of 
sleep, I saw his cock was semi-erect in his lap and 
moved to suck him. I licked the tip and dropped my 
head, taking him as deep as I could without gagging. He 
grew quickly, his orgasm not far off. Stroking and 
bobbing my head in the same rhythm, he got harder and 
harder for me. His sac drew up and he groaned, 
throbbing inside my mouth as he filled me with his 
seed. 

I swallowed rapidly and sucked for more, releasing the 
head and playing with the shaft, licking it off as it 
appeared at the tip. He shrank slowly and I let him go, 
moving to kiss him. He rolled on his side and I 
followed, curling into his arms and putting my mouth on 
his. The afterglow was wonderful, his arms providing 
the warmth to sustain the erotic heat between us.

We spent the afternoon and most of the evening in 
mutual discovery. He was intrigued by my responses to 
his tongue and fingers, watching me closely for 
approval of what he was doing. We engaged in pure play 
with no pressure to have an orgasm. I knew they'd come, 
and I wasn't disappointed. His tongue worked magic in 
my bare slit, and I keened and moaned again and again. 
He rolled me on top of him and let me set the pace for 
us. 

As I rocked my hips slowly pushing him deep, I nibbled 
his nipples and sucked on his neck, getting pleasure 
sounds in return. His hands explored my butt, spreading 
my cheeks and fingering my hole as I pumped. I was hot, 
each touch seeming to trigger something inside taking 
me over the edge. Wavy fluttery ones, heavy spasming 
ones that made my toes curl and gentle heat ones, I had 
them all. Exhausted after several hours, we laid side 
by side in comfort, looking at each other, sharing a 
quiet kiss or touch. Yes, I loved this man, I thought.

"Hungry?" he asked, and I giggled.

"That's all you ever think about is food," I smiled at 
him.

We ate dinner out in a dark corner of a Chinese 
restaurant downtown. Holding hands over and under the 
table, I had dressed in another pair of the tiny 
underwear, with a short skirt and lacy blouse. Full and 
happy, we went to the club to dance. We sat in another 
dark corner, my toes exploring his crotch and playing 
with his cock. We danced some, mostly keeping to 
ourselves. His fingers went under my skirt and found 
the top of my slit, rubbing circles on my clit. Driving 
home we were silent, there was nothing to say. His hand 
on the inside of my thigh as he drove said it all.

He and I spent Christmas day at my folks' house, and he 
got to meet my Grampa.

He had brought a bottle of whiskey as a gift, which 
pleased old Ian very much. Mom and I did the dishes as 
the men sat in the den talking, and she said "He's a 
handsome one, he is." I nodded my agreement, smiling. 
We drove home and he parked in the garage, without 
letting me out at the front door as he usually did.

"Merry Christmas," he said, handing me a set of keys.

"What are these for?" I asked, puzzled.

"Your new Volvo station wagon," he said. Parked next to 
us was a vehicle with a large red bow attached to the 
roof and I squealed with delight. Bright red with a 
leather interior, I looked it over and said "Wow!"

He hugged me tight and said "It's supposed to be the 
safest car on the road...I can't bear the thought of 
losing you in that thing you drive."

I put the keys in my purse and we went in the house. He 
got some snack food, and we ended up in our den, 
feeding each other tidbits and washing them down with 
wine.

The next days were learning times for new lovers as we 
got used to each other, trying new things, in and out 
of bed. We shared secrets and feelings, the darker 
ones, the ones you only tell a lover or a trusted 
friend. I had been afraid of being alone with him at 
first, thinking we would only have sex. Nice as it was 
with him, I missed Ellie's presence in the bedroom. He 
seemed to intuitively know my fears and feelings in 
that regard, and went out of his way to put me at ease. 
Always giving me the choice, allowing me to move at my 
own speed, he opened his heart to me and made me feel 
loved.

Mornings he would make a call or two over breakfast as 
I would cook. We would look out the window at the cold 
snowy landscape and retire to the den for some slow 
easy sexual fun, or intense conversation over coffee. I 
learned more about his body and what he liked and 
disliked. Nipples were fair game, as were necks and 
ears, and the hot tub was used every day. His hands 
were strong and getting massaged by him was very 
relaxing. I enjoyed his penis and the little extra bit 
of skin, sucking him often, relishing the feeling of it 
growing in my mouth and swallowing everything I could. 
I spent hours lying on my side with him behind me, 
hands cupping my breasts or a finger on my clit, 
stroking just enough to let me know he was in there.

Ellie returned alone, and we picked her up at the 
airport in the Volvo. Patrick had insisted that I learn 
how to drive the big wagon as soon as possible. She was 
impressed, and Patrick handed her another set of keys.

"Can't have you two driving something unsafe," he said. 
She unpacked and showed off her tan and when I asked 
"How'd it go?" she said "Ok for now."

"Oh wow!" she exclaimed when I showed her my baldness, 
and she bent to give it a kiss. With her back, I now 
felt complete. We showered and took a short nap, my 
mouth and fingers welcoming her home. I slept alone in 
my own room that night though, and judging from the 
sounds I heard coming from her room, it was a good 
thing.

We looked and looked for someplace to move for the next 
two months. Nothing seemed to be going right and our 
frustration was building daily. Most houses we saw were 
just like the one we had, too big and too expensive, 
while others were too far away or too small. In 
anticipation of the move, we rented a storage unit and 
shopped for the things we would need, preparing to cook 
and clean by ourselves.

***

In February Patrick hurried into the kitchen one 
morning waving some papers in his hand, obviously 
excited. "Tony told me about a place today, we're going 
to look at it, ok?"

"Sure," we replied, and dressed for the trip. It was 
cold and grey outside, and we shivered in our parkas 
and snow boots until the heater kicked in. Going 
through the village of Becker some 35 miles north, he 
stopped and got directions from an attendant. Turning 
off the main highway onto a 2 lane that soon became 
gravel, we slowed and bumped over the potholes and 
ruts, coming finally to a mail box that read 'Carson'.

The driveway was mud, and the foot of snow on it told 
us no one had been here in awhile. A quarter mile later 
we saw the house, tan and white with lots of glass and 
a tile roof, sitting nestled in some trees. There was a 
barn and a couple of other outbuildings, and orange 
sticks sticking through the snow everywhere. Two 
stories in the center, the house looked like the letter 
A with wide legs. Taking a set of keys from his pocket, 
Patrick let us in.

The unfinished house was empty and cavernous, making 
our footsteps echo off the marble floor in the 
entryway. We took off our boots and walked inside, 
looking around at the white walls and wood floors. As 
if reciting from memory, Patrick said "6 bedrooms, 3 
and a half baths, solarium, office space, family room, 
library, living room, kitchen with pantry, formal 
dining room and breakfast nook....no hot tub or sauna, 
no servant's quarters."

"Who owns it?" Ellie asked.

"Tony said we do, or at least we have first 
option...the guy died before he could finish it," he 
replied.

I walked up the wrought iron staircase to the second 
floor and yelled, "Hey, come look at this!" gazing up 
at the skylight. I was in a big empty room surrounded 
on all sides by windows from floor to ceiling.

"Must be the solarium," Patrick said from behind me.

"Wow," breathed Ellie.

Our inspection took the better part of two hours, 
during which we decided we could live with it. If 
necessary would could always sell it and move later, 
but we needed out of Edna's yesterday and it fit the 
bill. The kitchen was under the solarium and had no 
appliances except a sink. There were uninstalled 
lighting fixtures in boxes on the floor, usually 
sitting under some wires hanging out of the wall. 

We thought that the big room on the south wing next to 
the kitchen should be Pat's office and the one on the 
other side could be our rec room. Patrick dropped us 
off at home and drove to his office in town where he 
could make phone calls. He called Ellie, instructing 
her to buy some kitchen stuff and have it delivered, 
and warned her the movers would be there in the 
morning.

He came home after dark, looking beat as he slumped in 
Ellie's chair.

"We are now homeowners," he groaned, "my fingers are 
sore from all the signatures." I helped him undress and 
pushed him into the shower, throwing his clothes into 
the hamper. What little we were carrying with us was in 
suitcases, ready for morning. We compared notes on the 
house from memory, planning the move. I think we all 
slept badly, concerned about our choice and the impact 
it would have on our future.

By 7 am, we had loaded the 4 wheeler, waiting on the 
movers. It took only 4 hours for them to load what we 
were taking and we headed for our place. Once there, 
Ellie directed them in the placement of the furniture 
and Patrick dealt with the electric company. I helped 
unpack the boxes as they came in and volunteered to go 
to the storage unit. Ellie drove the 4 wheeler with no 
problem, dodging the biggest potholes with ease.

We returned just as the moving van was going out of the 
driveway and bumped our way over the ruts to the door. 
Patrick helped unload, we unpacked the necessities and 
finally sat, tired beyond belief. Patrick smiled and 
said "Well, ladies, welcome home." We giggled, and the 
pressure that had been our constant companion for weeks 
broke. There were lines under his eyes and his face was 
strained. He needed sleep, lots of it, and we nodded at 
each other in silent conspiracy. He opened a cooler and 
brought out a bottle of Champagne with three plastic 
glasses, saying "Best I could do on short notice."

His platform bed was in the largest of the bedrooms and 
after draining the bottle quickly, we went to shower. 
We made the bed as he took his, taking ours together. 
We came out drying ourselves to find him dead to the 
world, curled on his side softly snoring. We left him 
there and went to bed next door, falling asleep after 
only 2 perfunctory kisses. 'So much to do!' I thought 
as my mind spiraled down.

I came awake at 9:30, alone and achy. I peed and 
brushed my teeth and put on my warmest robe from my 
suitcase. I heard faint noises in the kitchen and 
padded barefoot in their direction. The floor was cold, 
I was cold, and the day looked grimy outside. Dressed 
in warm clothing, Ellie saw me and brightly said "Hi, 
you want coffee?" I nodded and took the offered cup, 
sitting in the breakfast nook, the only chairs 
available. There was a knock on the door, and Ellie 
returned with a guy in a uniform. Pointing toward the 
rear door, she said "In there, please." For the next 20 
minutes I got to watch as three guys tracked black mud 
all over the floor and installed our washer, dryer and 
deep freeze. Ten minutes after they left and we had 
cleaned the floor somewhat, 2 more people showed up 
with a refrigerator and stove, tracking more mud 
inside.

I got dressed in long pants and a warm shirt,(with some 
shoes this time) and returned to the kitchen in time to 
see a furniture truck pull up outside.

"Grand Central Station!" I cried as I opened the door, 
smiling. 4 guys this time, and they unloaded a store's 
worth into the house, along with half the mud in the 
yard. The leather pit group went to the solarium I 
knew, but Ellie told them where to put the rest of it 
as I ate. Watching them struggle with those things up 
that spiral staircase made my day! We at least had a 
dining room table and more chairs.

Pat was up at noon, sleepy-eyed and groggy, but looking 
better. He nodded his approval of what had been done 
already and mentioned a few other things that Ellie 
added to our growing list. Electricity was the only 
convenience that was purchased from a company based 
elsewhere. Gas I learned came from those 2 one thousand 
gallon silver tanks in the back of the house, our water 
coming from a well somewhere outside. The sewer was 
handled by a big septic tank and drain field dug in 
when the house was built and those orange sticks in 
front were the surveyors' marks for the pool. Other 
sticks were marks for driveways and concrete yet to be 
poured. As I poured out the third bucket of dirty 
water, I asked Ellie "Anyone else coming today?"

"Not today," she grinned.

We dressed and went outside into the chill air, and 
Patrick said it was about 5 above zero. We investigated 
the outbuildings, found the well-house and wandered 
around the trees looking at the house from different 
angles. The barn smelled faintly of horses, with straw 
and some hay scattered around on the floor. The hayloft 
was full, and there were two stalls for animals of some 
kind. A shed contained a tractor with tires as tall as 
me, with a contraption on the front Patrick called a 
bucket. 

The building closest to the house was long and narrow, 
with multiple doors along one side. It also had a lot 
of yellow sticks in front of it, and as Patrick opened 
the side door, he said "Garage." Space for 5 vehicles 
on a concrete floor, there were empty tool racks and 
other paraphernalia scattered on the bench at the 
front. A partially disassembled car sat on stands at 
the far end.

Back in the house, Patrick set up his office and we 
made beds and cleaned. Unpacking as we went, we threw 
the boxes outside for later disposal. We took the truck 
and shopped for groceries, bringing home an astonishing 
amount of food.

"Will you teach me how to cook what you like?" I asked 
Ellie as we bumped along the driveway.

"Sure," she said, "before my mother got all weird on 
me, we did some nice meals together." That night she 
cooked and I helped, learning as I went. It was good 
and there was lots of it, I heard no complaints. 
Patrick had the house plans and sketched in a garden as 
we watched. No TV yet, so we turned on the radio and 
found a station with soft music. He nodded off on the 
couch and Ellie got a blanket and covered him. Kissing 
his cheek lightly, we walked down the hallway to our 
bed.

We took a bath, luxuriating in the hot water up to our 
chins, stroking and washing each other, teasing nipples 
and skin. She was getting real personal with her toes 
in my crotch and I said "You think now is good?" She 
nodded and went back to toe play, getting me aroused.

That night before bed, we had a small ceremony. We took 
our diaphragms and dropped them in the wastebasket 
together, hugging each other. In bed she was wild and a 
little rough at first, telling me "Stick your hand in 
there, I want to feel your knuckles, fuck me hard!" 
After her first orgasm of the night, she calmed a bit 
and let me love her my way, soft and gentle with lots 
of kisses in the right places. Her mouth and fingers 
gave me the soft touches I had missed in her absence, 
ending with curled together sleep.

It took a week to settle in and get things organized. 
Rooms were assigned a function and furniture was 
bought. It had warmed some, and we no longer had to 
wear heavy clothing in the house. The TV was put in and 
we learned the house had an intercom system. 
Contractors had come and gone, giving Patrick the 
estimates for work yet to be done and we had parked all 
the cars we had in the garage. Sex was infrequent and 
mostly with Ellie, Patrick spending most of his free 
time sleeping or working. He was still tired and 
mentally exhausted, but we couldn't do anything but be 
with him. He would have to exorcise his own demons in 
his own way.

April arrived, and with it the sun and some heat. I 
began walking outside, mentally noting where the garden 
would go, picking a few spring blossoms to brighten our 
table. Patrick had revived, and sex with him once again 
became the norm for both of us. Ellie and I enjoyed 
each other almost everyday, with Patrick sleeping with 
each of us in turn, devoting his full attention to 
starting our family. I found I wasn't jealous of either 
of them as I listened to the sounds of love coming from 
his room or hers, but quietly pleased that they were 
sharing their love with me.

I missed a period and the lower part of my belly got a 
little tight to the touch. I picked a Friday evening 
after dinner to make my announcement.

I stood and cleared the table, leaving Patrick's wine 
glass, winking at Ellie. I took off all my clothes 
except my panties and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms 
around his neck.

"You're going to be a Daddy," I said.

The look he gave me was pure amazement and he asked 
"You sure?" I nodded, smiling and he gave a whoop of 
delight. Standing up and almost dumping me on the 
floor, he gave me a ferocious hug, tears in his eyes. 
Ellie's eyes teared up and she came around the table 
for a big hug. Touching my face with his finger, he 
said "I love you."

Later, sitting deep in thought, he said "Looks like 
we'll have to buy more furniture." That got a giggle 
from Ellie, and I roared with laughter. He broke into a 
laughing fit that lasted several minutes, and the 
tension that had hounded us for months was gone.

Later that night, I had to convince him that I wouldn't 
break if we made love.

We were a family at last.


Post script: 

Some months later as I sit here working on this 
narrative on my rickety old typewriter, I believe I'm a 
very lucky woman. I'm snuggled up in a warm robe with 
fuzzy slippers on my feet, holding my swollen belly, 
feeling my unborn son or daughter wiggle with unknown 
dreams. Ellie started throwing up in the mornings about 
a week ago, so I think she can't be far behind.

People say that a person is the sum total of their 
experiences, and I've had some wonderful ones. I had to 
go through Kevin and Sammi to know what real love and 
sharing is about and I'll always have a warm spot in my 
heart for them both. They taught me that real love is 
about giving, not taking.

Patrick runs the business from his office, with 
occasional trips on the road. The snow will come again 
soon and we've had a good season. I've learned how to 
cook and gained some special skills in the emotional 
department. Patrick is a devoted husband, although 
there has been no ceremony to celebrate our joining. 
When he asked about it earlier, we told him that a 
piece of paper can't give us more than we already have.

Threesomes are usually every few days, with lots of 
anticipation and preparation on all sides. Nothing gets 
me quite so ready as walking into Patrick's room with 
my hair brushed loose, a little perfume between my 
breasts, with my bulging belly leading the way. Seeing 
the two of them on the bed waiting for me makes me wet. 
It also makes my chest tingle, inside where my heart 
is.

Ellie and I still play almost every day, the bond 
between us growing stronger with time. I like being 
fondled while I stand at the stove, or cuddled in front 
of the TV. Our ritual of shaving each other has become 
our favorite, and leads to some mutually pleasing sex 
more often than not.

We have a hired man, a crusty old fart named Benson who 
lives in a bungalow tucked back in the trees, and he 
taught me how to drive the tractor. Our garden this 
year was magnificent and Ellie and I canned a lot of it 
for our pantry. We cook, we clean and we spent a lot of 
the summer nude or nearly so. The pool is huge, our 
housewarming party brought neighbors from all around. 
Some of them joined us on a bright summer day for an 
afternoon of nude fun and frolic in the water. Patrick 
is thinking of adding some spaces for campers so they 
can stay for the weekends.

Paul and Edna have only visited once, after they 
learned they were going to be grandparents. I'd have to 
list Edna's relationship with Ellie as 'under repair'. 
Mom and Dad visit frequently, and are pleased with how 
well we have done. I can't wait to see Uncle Jessie and 
Aunt Ellen again, with little Millie in tow. I know 
she'd like it.


CHAPTER NINE: "Addition"


As I entered my 8th month of my pregnancy, the snow 
started to fly, blanketing the ground with fluffy white 
softness. Safe and snug in our house, we went about our 
daily routine. I walked slowly, balancing my stomach 
carefully as I went up or down the steps from the 
solarium or the library. The baby moved 
constantly, pushing down on my bladder and making me 
feel the need to pee. 

I usually wore a loose gown and kept a towel handy for 
accidents. I didn't know for sure, but I thought I was 
going to give birth to a soccer player of world-class 
caliber, judging by her movements in my womb. I decided 
that 'it' was too impersonal for something that was so 
intimately a part of me and started referring to the 
baby as 'she' or 'her'. I don't know how or why, but 
some instinct told me I would have a girl.

Ellie was about 3 months gone and already her beautiful 
nipples were turning brown, spreading across her 
breasts. Mine looked like saucers, brownish pink with 
the nipples flattened across the front, no longer 
protruding into space. Ellie and I quit shaving each 
other, settling for a quick trim once a week, it was 
too hard to get comfortable on my back. Sex was slow 
and easy too, no more athletic positioning or rapid 
thrusting was possible. I craved Ellie's touch and 
Patrick's too, often watching the two of them making 
love and playing with myself, cuddling and kissing on 
them both afterwards.

Young as I was and facing the unknown of giving birth, 
I had never felt safer. With Pat and Ellie for moral 
support and Mom to help with the practical side of 
things, I enjoyed the last weeks of pregnancy. The 
olive oil rubs were a daily habit for both of us, along 
with sharing the cooking. Patrick was more helpful than 
ever, even suggesting we get some live-in help. Old 
Benson came to our rescue one evening when he knocked 
on the door after supper.

Standing there with his Stetson in his hand, he asked 
"Is Patrick home?"

Ellie replied "Sure, come on in," ushering him inside 
the kitchen. We were dressed in our gowns, and although 
he couldn't see anything he hadn't already seen a 
hundred times, he acted embarrassed to be in the same 
room with us in our nightclothes.

"Can I get you a cup of coffee or something?" I asked, 
wiping my hands on a dishtowel.

"No Ma'am, thanks just the same," he replied, averting 
his eyes from the front of my gown and looking at the 
floor, anxious for Patrick to come.

"Arthur," Patrick said as he walked into the room and 
shook Benson's hand.

"Mr. Pat," Benson replied, "I been thinkin' about what 
you asked, and I believe Norma would be interested in 
helpin' out."

"Great!" Patrick said, "would she need a room here, or 
would she drive out from town?"

Benson blushed a darker shade for a second, and replied 
"Well, I asked her to live out here with me, and she's 
agreed if it's ok with you."

"Yes, yes absolutely," Patrick said grinning, "she'd be 
real close if the girls needed her that way."

"That's kinda what I figgered," Benson replied, a 
relieved smile on his face.

"When can she start?" Patrick asked.

"Anytime you say," Benson replied.

"Ok then, bring her out and get her settled in at your 
place, then bring her over to meet the girls Monday, 
how's that sound?" Patrick asked.

"We'll be here," Benson said, reaching for the door 
handle.

Ellie and I had witnessed this typically male exchange 
with grins and small chuckles. As the door shut quietly 
behind Benson, I said "How nice of you two to talk 
about us as if we weren't here! Girls, my ass!"

Ellie joined in with "How come he was blushing so much? 
He's seen us bare-ass in the pool fifty times this 
summer!" Patrick thought for a moment and said "Arthur 
really likes women, he respects them a lot... he thinks 
pregnancy is a wonderful thing, I think he's in awe of 
the two of you."

"But I was driving the tractor half-naked with him," I 
retorted, "and he didn't blush then."

"Mmmm, right, but remember the respect part, he's in 
your house, you're both in nightgowns and obviously 
pregnant, I'd guess he felt like he was intruding into 
something private," Pat said.

Mulling that over in our minds, Ellie and I finished 
the dishes and went to the east wing of the house for 
our shower. A few kisses and hugs later, we were in the 
spray soaping each other. After, we were drying off and 
she suddenly said "Cassie, promise me that if something 
happens to me you'll take care of my babies." She had 
this serious look on her face, so unlike the fun-loving 
Ellie I knew, so I replied "Ok, I can do that, but what 
makes you think you're having more than one?"

"I don't know, call it a gut feeling, but I'm pretty 
sure there's going to be twins," she said.

Dr. Peggy had examined us both and pronounced us 
healthy, but hadn't mentioned the possibility of 
multiple births to either of us, so I was confused.

"Look at you!" I exclaimed, "You're as healthy as a 
horse, nothing's going to happen."

"Just the same, I'd feel better if you'd promise," she 
said.

"I promise," I replied, slipping into my gown and 
giving her a hug, "It'll be all right, you'll see."

Later in the den, I was sitting on one side of Pat 
fondling his cock while Ellie kissed him, ignoring the 
TV. He was nice and hard, his length filling my hand 
and then some, oozing the drops of clear fluid that 
tasted so good. Abruptly he broke the kiss and stood 
up, his penis swinging free.

"Let's make love," he said huskily, "I need both of you 
tonight."

Grinning, I cried "Yeah!" and pushed myself to a 
standing position. Pat helped Ellie up and we walked 
arm in arm to his room.

In his room and naked, I knelt in front of him and 
resumed what I'd been doing on the couch, cradling his 
ball sac with one hand and licking the tip. After a few 
minutes he pulled me up and whispered "I want to be 
inside you." That made my nipples hard and I nodded, 
lying down on the bed. He got behind me and lifted my 
leg, sliding his cock in me part way. 

Then the unspoken communication between Pat and Ellie 
took over and instead of sucking my clit like she 
usually did, she laid beside me and stroked it with her 
fingers along the shaft, gently jilling me. My clit 
swelled and flexed in response, giving me shivers of 
delight at her touch. I tried to move my hips and 
Patrick put a hand on my thigh, saying "Don't move, 
just feel me inside."

He moved his cock stirring my canal and I clutched his 
cock with my muscles, getting a soft moan in return. 
The heat of my passion built quickly, and although he 
wasn't as deep as I liked, he filled the outer half of 
my pussy very well. That and her fingers stroking my 
clit in rhythm with our muscle contractions brought me 
to the edge and held me there, the feelings ready to 
burst through at any moment.

"Aaaaahhhh, Patrick!" I breathed, "soo gooooood!" 
clenching and releasing my inner muscles for him in 
counterpoint to the flexing of his shaft inside me. I 
felt myself dribble on Ellie's hand and she said "Here 
it comes!" as she increased the tempo of her strokes, 
using only her thumb and forefinger.

I lost control and my pussy locked on his shaft, 
gripping him tightly. He chose that moment to move, 
sliding in the rest of the way and filling me 
completely. I couldn't breathe, but I felt myself 
squirt several times, releasing my grip on his cock for 
a fraction of a second before tightening again, coming 
hard and grunting.

"Aaah! Yuh... yuh... yuh.... oh god! I cried, lost in 
the sensations from my body. They seemed to be 
concentrated in the outer third of my cunt and my 
nipples, both getting the sheets damp.

"Yes!" Ellie cried, smiling widely at me, expertly 
fingering between my legs to prolong my joy. I slumped 
back unable to move as it slowly faded, drained 
completely.

I opened my eyes and saw Ellie licking her fingers and 
grinning at Pat, then felt him pull out, as hard as 
ever. The baby had felt my contractions and was moving, 
causing my belly to roll and bulge with strange shapes. 
There was a wicked smile on Ellie's face as she said 
"My turn," and squatted over Patrick's cock. Hard and 
slippery from me, it disappeared inside her with ease. 
I watched as she straddled him and pumped her hips, her 
eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations. Pat held 
her hips and helped her move, softly moaning each time 
she hit bottom.

I moved to face her and lifted her chin for a kiss, 
bumping noses for a second until I got their rhythm. 
She started moaning in my mouth and I knew she was 
close, so I reached down and touched her clit, pressing 
it against his shaft. She moaned "Yeeeeeesss!" and 
pumped faster, slamming her pelvis downward onto 
Patrick harder with each stroke. A half a minute later, 
he gasped and cried "Now, now, now!" banging his hips 
upward to meet her thrusts, his balls tightening in 
their sac.

She leaned against me, murmuring "Mmmm, mmmmmm, 
mmmmmm!" as her climax ended, falling slowly facedown 
on the bed with Patrick still buried deep inside. After 
a couple of minutes she moved, rolling on her side and 
releasing Patrick's cock from her tunnel. I knelt and 
licked him, savoring the taste of their juices mixed 
together, swallowing everything.

Leaving them on the bed, I walked to the shower to 
clean up and get ready for sleep. Tonight had been very 
different from our usual sex and I glowed inside with a 
pleasant tingle. I was almost done when they joined me, 
Ellie looking sleepy-eyed and exhausted, Patrick his 
usual energetic self.

Once in bed, I announced my feelings about the sex of 
my baby, and Ellie said "Mother's instincts are hardly 
ever wrong." I agreed with that, then Patrick said "I 
don't care if it's a boy or a girl, as long as it's 
healthy."

"She, Patrick, she," I giggled, "get used to it!" He 
smiled and replied "Whatever you say, Mom."

We quietly discussed a few names before sleep, saying 
the ones we liked best to see how they sounded out 
loud.

***

Monday morning Norma showed up on the arm of Benson, 
smiling nervously and looking around the kitchen. Small 
and wiry, she was dressed in slacks and a sweater.

"Come on in!" Pat said, waving them closer, "have some 
coffee."

Benson made the introductions, and I liked this woman 
immediately. She had a no-nonsense air about her that 
told me she wasn't afraid of work and possibly not much 
else either. By mutual agreement, we decided she'd take 
over the heavy cleaning and the laundry in the house, 
but leave the cooking to us. We didn't know what Arthur 
had told her about our relationship, but it was clear 
she knew that Ellie and I were carrying babies from the 
same man. After a walk-through of the house to see 
where everything was, she began by stripping the beds 
and doing some laundry.

***

Christmas was coming up fast and one day Pat took us to 
the city for some shopping. Driving back with a wagon 
load of presents, we shopped for a tree and a turkey 
for Christmas dinner.

It took the better part of three days to wrap 
everything and get it under the tree. We had invited 
all the relatives for the Holidays and were looking 
forward to their visit. For Uncle Jessie and Aunt 
Ellen, this would be their first time at our new house, 
and we were determined to make them welcome. Millie was 
14, and I wanted to see how much she'd grown since the 
last time I'd seen her.

Paul and Edna were on holiday in the Bahamas again, but 
Mom and Dad arrived on December 20th with an armload of 
stuff to put under the tree. Patrick showed them to 
their room and opened the bar in the den, sipping a 
glass of whiskey. After dinner, the evening was spent 
catching up on each other's lives in quiet 
conversation. Mom smiled a lot, happy and giggly with 
the wine, while Dad cornered Patrick by the fireplace 
and talked sports. That night as I lay on my side with 
Pat's hand on my stomach feeling the baby move, he 
whispered "I love you, you know that?"

"Mmm-hmm, I love you too," I replied, "and Ellie of 
course."

"What about me?" she inquired sleepily. Patrick rolled 
to hold her and said "We were just saying we loved 
you."

"Mmmm, me too," she replied. Snuggling against him to 
sleep, I felt complete, joined to them both in body and 
spirit.

Right after breakfast the next morning, Uncle Jessie 
and Aunt Ellen arrived with Millie. It was snowing 
lightly, and as I opened the door Millie squealed 
"Cassie!, you look wonderful!", giving me a big hug. 
Two trips from the car later, their luggage was in 
their rooms and Patrick gave them a tour of the house. 
Gathering by the fireplace, we all shared hugs and 
kisses, catching up on what had been happening in their 
lives. Millie had become a young woman with some slight 
curves in all the right places, looking very grown up 
in her dress and heels. She'd inherited the Moran 
height and slimness along with her pretty hair, and she 
was at that age where she looked like a colt, all arms 
and legs with oversize hands and feet.

Later that night I couldn't sleep, so I went to the 
kitchen for a drink of water and a few minutes of 
solitude, staring out the window at the moonlit 
landscape. As I drank, a voice behind me said "Cassie, 
that you?", scaring me half to death. Turning, I saw it 
was Millie standing there in her nightie, her hands at 
her sides looking wistful.

"Yeah, it's me," I said, "Why are you up at this time 
of night?"

"I wanted to talk to you," she said.

"Want something to drink?" I asked.

"No thanks," she replied, coming closer. I could see 
she was nervous and excited, her mood uncertain, so I 
said "Come on, let's go in the den near the fireplace."

Walking behind her, I saw that her nightie barely 
reached the top of her bare little butt. It had to be 
important for her to wait until 1 AM to ask questions, 
so I sat on the couch nearest the fireplace and 
motioned for her to sit next to me. The embers were 
dying, emitting only enough of a soft glow to highlight 
her face. 

She sat and faced me with her legs crossed, her hands 
on her knees, and said "How do you know if you're in 
love?"

"Not an easy question to answer," I replied, "do you 
think you are?"

"Mm-hm," she replied, "but I don't know."

"Ok, start at the beginning and tell me everything," I 
said, leaning against the arm of the couch.

"Well, there's this girl at school, her name is Gwen 
and we have some classes together, like band and gym, 
and I'm so embarrassed!" she cried.

"What happened?" I asked.

"When I see her in the showers my coney gets all tingly 
and drippy," she said, pointing between her legs.

"How does that make you feel?" I asked.

"Excited and embarrassed all at once," she sighed.

"That's your body reacting," I said, "how do you feel 
about her as a person, do you talk to her, hang out 
together?"

"A little, she acts like she likes me too, but I don't 
know how much," she replied.

"Before anything happens between you, talk to her, find 
out if you have any common interests, get to know her 
better," I advised.

"I'm trying!" she laughed, "but her mother is strict 
sometimes."

"Have you talked to your Mom about it?" I asked.

"Not about Gwen, but about relationships in general," 
she replied.

"What did she tell you?" I asked.

"She said to be patient," she replied.

"Mom's advice is pretty good," I chuckled.

Shyly she asked "What's it like to make love?"

"I guess it's different depending on the person you're 
with," I said.

"Different how?" she asked.

"A man is very different from a woman," I laughed, 
"didn't you pay attention in Biology class?"

"I know that part, but I don't know what I want," she 
said.

"Who you're with is more important than what you do, 
honey...how you feel when you're with them, how you 
care for each other, things like that," I said.

"I think I'd like to have a baby, and I can't do that 
with Gwen," she said.


"Let me tell you something Millie, my decision to have 
a baby wasn't taken lightly. I have a partner I love 
and trust, and it's not A baby, it's HIS baby, and that 
makes all the difference. I'm building a life with him 
and Ellie, one that will provide security and love for 
my family, and that includes my children, her children, 
the works," I stated.

"Where does Ellie fit in?" she asked.

"Ellie fills that part of my life that Patrick can't, 
and he knows it. He encourages us to love each other, 
he loves us both without reservations of any kind, he's 
a special kind of man", I said.

"I think I'd like that," she said.

"If that's what you really want, you'll find someone 
who feels the same way as you do," I said, trying to 
comfort her.

"But I want to know what it's like now," she replied, 
the frustration evident in her voice.

"Give yourself time, you're only 14," I said, "besides, 
there might be a boy you will meet that you'll be 
attracted to instead of a girl, who knows?"

"I suppose," she said, "there are some that are cute 
and I like, but I'm confused!" she whimpered.

"Give it time," I repeated, stroking her back. "Come 
on,. let's go to bed now, you've got awhile yet before 
you decide."

Taking her hand, I walked her to her room and kissed 
her cheek goodnight, murmuring 'I love you' in her ear. 
I got a fierce hug, her fingertips brushing my breasts 
as we broke apart. Walking the hallway back to our 
room, I wondered just how long Millie would wait. I 
planned to talk with Mom in the morning, maybe she 
could talk to Aunt Ellen and make the process a little 
easier for Millie.

Grampa arrived the next morning around 11, looking 
healthy and fit. He'd brought some presents and a 
bottle of his favorite whiskey, and Patrick got him 
settled in his room. Eating and visiting took up the 
biggest part of the next few days, along with the 
tradition of opening presents on Christmas morning. 

I got mostly things for the baby as did Ellie, but 
there were some nice pieces of jewelry for both of us 
from Patrick. Aunt Ellen gave me a quilt she'd made for 
the baby, and Millie got mostly clothes and money. Our 
midnight conversation was never referred to again, and 
Millie and her Mother spent a few hours together in the 
solarium chatting. I hoped that the two of them would 
be as close as me and Mom, coupled with that special 
understanding between women.

Our company left for home before New Year's day, 
letting us relax and be lazy. Norma was a whirlwind in 
the house, cleaning like every particle of dust was her 
personal enemy. One morning we asked her to sit with us 
and have coffee, and she said "Babies are coming soon, 
got to get ready."

"I'm not due until the middle of next month," I 
replied.

She laughed and said "They come when they want, not 
when the Dr. says so, I raised three of my own and not 
one was on time."

Ellie and I gained a lot of insight as she told of her 
experiences, and at her urging finished preparing the 
nursery. We were both going to use the room next to our 
bedroom as our "nest", the place where we would change 
and feed them for the first few months. The cribs were 
made up, boxes of diapers stacked, the delivery bed was 
put in place and we declared ourselves ready.

The first week of January my stomach changed shape, 
protruding more at the bottom. During my checkup Dr. 
Peggy said "Anytime, kiddo, anytime, she's turned head 
down and ready." The ultrasound showed her with her 
knees tucked tightly against my kidneys, her tiny 
bottom in the air. Driving home she didn't move much, 
as if resting for the final effort to break free of her 
confinement.

5 days later I was about to step into the shower when 
she stretched, pushing her feet upward toward my lungs 
and making me lose my breath. I gasped and held onto 
the rail afraid to move, as she continued to wiggle and 
kick. The flood of warm fluid that drenched my thighs 
announced my water breaking and I screamed 
"Elliiieeeeee, she coming!".

***

I was holding to the rail trying to breathe, shivering 
with the coolness of the water drying on my legs and 
feet as Ellie ran into the bathroom and said "What's 
wrong?"

"My water broke! She's coming!" I managed, watching my 
stomach roll.

"Patrick!" Ellie cried, running toward the bedroom, 
"Let's go, the baby's here!"

A couple of minutes later she had calmed down enough 
for me to move, so I rinsed myself in the shower and 
put on my robe, feeling the contractions deep inside. 
Patrick came in and kissed me, saying "Dr. Peg is on 
her way, relax," placing his hand on my stomach. I went 
to the nest and climbed on the bed, pulling my knees up 
and bracing my feet as another contraction hit. This 
was happening too fast, and I hoped Dr Peggy was a good 
driver. We had all attended the natural childbirth 
classes and Patrick coached me as each new contraction 
came and went, bringing the sweat to my forehead. Ellie 
wiped me with a cool cloth after each one, reassuring 
me everything was ok. I giggled and said "You're as 
nervous as I am!"

"Sure I am, silly," she replied, "I get to see what I'm 
going to be going through pretty soon!"

The contractions got closer and closer together, 
becoming almost constant. I panted and blew per 
instructions from Pat, holding Ellie's hand tight, 
chewing on small pieces of ice when I could. Dr Peggy 
walked in and smiled, saying "Nice day for a baby, 
hey?" putting her bag on the floor and grasping my 
hand.

"Ye-uh," I grunted, panting with the effort of yet 
another spasm. I felt her hand between my legs probing, 
and she said, "Hang on, it'll be a couple of minutes 
yet."

Slipping on her gloves, she positioned herself between 
my knees and said "Push with the next one, and push 
hard, ok?"

I nodded, gasping, feeling the baby start to come.

3 hard pushes later I felt as if my insides were about 
to fall out and the baby gave a final kick to my 
diaphragm, sliding her way through my canal to 
daylight.

"AAAAAaaahhhhh!" I screamed, the pain unbearable for a 
few seconds, then suddenly it was gone. Peggy caught 
her and wrapped her in a blanket, cutting the cord. I 
heard a weak cry, then another and finally she caught 
her breath and wailed loudly, upset at being removed 
from her warm hiding spot. I felt empty, exhausted, 
drowsy and excited, all at the same time. 

"Here you go," Peggy said, placing the tiny bundle on 
my chest, "She's a little messy, but I think she's 
hungry." Wiggling gently, her little hands waving and 
clutching, I held her to me and looked at the top of 
her head while Peggy busied herself between my legs 
again, telling me to push once more. I felt more 
pressure for a moment, then a sting. Patrick said 
"She's beautiful, she looks just like you."

"Look how long she is!" I exclaimed, wondering how long 
it would take for the red wrinkles to disappear. She 
wiggled her head and started crying again, lusty howls 
that I thought could be heard in the next county.

"I told you she was hungry," Peggy muttered, smiling up 
at me. Her mouth found my nipple and sucked it in, 
nursing vigorously. I felt a tremor inside as she did, 
my uterus contracting with a dull ache. Quiet now, her 
tiny mouth inhaling my aureole, we looked her over. Her 
foot was no larger than my thumb, the tiny toes 
perfect. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but the mop of 
hair on her head matched Patrick's exactly. Peggy 
checked her, wiping the blood away as she nursed, her 
hands clutched to my breast. Ellie wiped the tears from 
her eyes and said "Wow!" 

I drifted in and out, feeling people move me around on 
the bed. My robe was pulled off at one point, then 
something warmer was put on my shoulders. Someone 
brushed my hair, spreading it on the pillow. I felt her 
release my nipple and shifted her to the other side 
where she resumed nursing, strong sucks that got my 
milk flowing and my insides fluttering.

I woke to dim daylight, seeing Patrick sitting on the 
foot of the bed holding my hand. We were alone, the 
baby asleep in my arms.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"About 5:30," Pat replied, "hungry?"

"I could eat a horse," I laughed, "I'm starved!"

"Breakfast coming up," he said, getting up and kissing 
my knuckles before he left the room.

The tray returned, along with Peggy and Ellie. Ellie 
took the baby and I sat up, my mouth watering with the 
smell of food. As I ate, Peggy said "Near as I can 
tell, about 6 pounds and 21 inches long,.....what name 
do you want on the birth certificate?"

I looked at Pat and said "Does Rachel Marie sound ok? 
Mom said Marie was my grandmother's name."

"Sounds good to me," Pat smiled, touching her head.

"Come see me in a few days, we'll give you a checkup, 
but I don't see any problems....keep her fed and dry, 
she'll be ok.....congratulations, Mom!" she grinned.

Peggy left with Patrick escorting her to her car, and 
Ellie looked at me and whispered "You did it, you 
really did it!" I nodded and said "Yes I did, and so 
will you."

After breakfast, I looked at the tiny person in my arms 
and thought about her future. Would I be able to treat 
her with the same love and acceptance as my Mother had 
with me? Would I respect her choices? Regardless of 
what might happen later, I was responsible for bringing 
her into the world, and I had to try.

Mom showed up that evening, eyes brimming with tears as 
she held Rachel for the first time. Dad looked in and 
visited with me for a few minutes, ending up in the den 
with Patrick, celebrating his first grandchild. Rachel 
was fed whenever she got hungry for the first few days, 
then adjusted to every 5 or 6 hours as my milk came in 
full force, bloating her little belly to gigantic 
proportions. I had my checkup along with Rachel, Peggy 
pronouncing us both healthy and fit. The wrinkles on 
Rachel gave way to chubby little thighs and arms, 
waving in the air each time I changed her. My body 
slowly returned to normal except for the small stretch 
marks on the edges of my stomach.

The weather cooperated with a warm spell, allowing me 
to walk outside for a few minutes at a time with 
Rachel. Most of my days were spent in a rocker in the 
nest or the solarium nursing her, touching her tiny 
fingers or stroking her hair as she molded herself to 
me. When she slept I exercised or slept myself, tired 
and worn as my body coped with my feeding schedule.

She was about 2 months old when she started sleeping 
through the night occasionally, giving my breasts a 
welcome relief from the sucking but causing them to 
swell uncomfortably with the extra milk. One night at 3 
am I woke up with very full boobs which were leaking 
through my bra. I got up and padded barefoot to the 
kitchen, thinking I could pump them and put it in the 
refrigerator for later. Patrick must have heard me get 
up because he was right behind me as I opened the 
package, trying to figure out how to use it.

He smiled and took the pump from me, saying "Come on."

I followed him to the den where we cuddled on the 
couch, his face close to my breast. Unhooking the front 
of my bra to expose the dripping nipple, he asked "May 
I?" I nodded and he took my nipple in his mouth, 
sucking gently. The milk flowed after a few moments and 
he swallowed, telling me "It's very sweet."

"I know," I said, giggling quietly.

He continued to suck and swallow, emptying one and 
switching to the other. The pressure was gone and I 
felt so close to this man, the father of my baby and my 
partner. I hadn't had real sex with either Ellie or 
Patrick in a couple of months, finding occasional 
relief with my fingers in the shower. Leaning back on 
the couch with my nipple in his mouth, I realized I 
wanted to make love again, especially with Patrick. I 
needed him, I wanted him inside me, I wanted to 
recapture the intimacy of our love.

He raised his head and smiled at me, saying "You're 
beautiful."

"Am not!" I whispered, "I've got stretch marks!"

"And they're beautiful too," he said, kissing the pudgy 
spot on my belly, the only remnants of my pregnancy 
besides my oversized breasts. I grasped his shoulders 
and pulled him to me, kissing him warmly and hoping he 
would get the hint. His fingers stroked my belly and a 
little lower as we continued to kiss, my passion 
building. I took his hand and placed it between my 
legs, murmuring "Mmmm" as he touched me.

"Did Peggy say it was ok?" he asked as I grasped his 
penis and started pumping it.

"Trust me, I'm ready," I said, feeling his erection 
grow.

I slid down on the couch to lie flat and pulled him on 
top of me, relishing his weight and warmth. Opening my 
legs, I guided his stiffness to my center and released 
it, the tip just inside. Very, very slowly he entered 
me, pausing every few moments with a look of concern on 
his face. I urged him on with nods and grins, grabbing 
his hips and pulling him closer.

"You're so tight!" he whispered. I knew he was only 
halfway in and nodded, telling him "It's been so long, 
I healed up."

He chuckled and pushed a little harder, sliding deeper. 
Once he was fully seated I held him close, kissing him 
passionately. The feeling of being filled again was 
indescribable, causing me to cry with the joy of it.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, rising on his elbows as 
if to pull out.

"No, no, please don't move, I love you so much, that's 
all," I replied.

Settling down again, I shifted my hips to get 
comfortable and pushed my pelvis at him. He began slow 
shallow strokes, gently filling me. My desire grew, the 
heat building quickly, and I started thrusting against 
him, urging him to a faster pace. Without warning my 
canal quivered and shook, sending me over the edge to 
orgasm, contracting and squeezing his cock. He held 
still with it buried deep as I writhed under him, the 
look on his face telling me he was coming.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he whimpered, his hips shaking as 
my pussy milked him dry, getting very slippery.

The last of the spasms calmed and he slumped against 
me, his head on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," he said softly.

"That's alright, it was wonderful," I replied, kissing 
him once again and hugging him.

He had barely begun to soften when Ellie's voice said 
"You two are hot!"

Startled, I raised my head and asked "Where did you 
come from?"

"I heard you get out of bed and followed you," she 
laughed, "you two make a lot of noise!"

"Sorry we woke you," Patrick mumbled against my arm.

"Oh, not to worry, I had fun!" Ellie exclaimed.

"You could have joined us," I said.

"Oh no, I wanted to watch," she said.

Kneeling on the floor next to the couch she kissed me, 
the first one a bit hesitant and soft, the next with 
more passion. Breaking away, she whispered "It's nice 
to know you're available again."

"I am, I really am!" I said, tears flowing. Grabbing 
her head I pressed her mouth to mine, moaning with 
pleasure. I felt Patrick's cock stir, murmuring "Uh-
hunh!" and moving my hips to encourage him. He got the 
message and started thrusting slowly again, making my 
pussy tingle. 

For the next hour I drifted between them, paying 
attention to Patrick one second and Ellie the next, 
absorbed in the ecstasy of loving. She sucked at my 
nipple and kissed my neck, rubbing her clit and moaning 
into my mouth when she kissed me. I reached a plateau 
and stayed there, coming again and again as they played 
with me. Toward the end I felt Patrick come again, 
grunting with release and pleasure, his body hot 
against mine.

I guess I slept afterwards, because the next morning I 
awoke in our bed, Ellie curled on her side next to me 
and Patrick gone. There were small noises coming from 
Rachel's crib and my tits were full again. I had an 
urgent need to pee and rolled out of the bed, walking 
over to the crib and looking down. Picking her up in 
her soggy diaper, I tucked her to my chest and went to 
the bathroom. She nursed as I peed, stripping her and 
hugging her tiny body to me. Her very blue eyes (so 
like her Daddy's!) were gazing at me as she sucked, 
warming my heart with the love I felt for her.

I filled the tub partway with lukewarm water and 
stepped in, switching her to the other side to finish 
her breakfast. The warmth and closeness soothed her and 
she closed her eyes, content with her world. Just then 
Ellie walked in and sat on the pot, saying "Good 
morning."

"Hi," I replied, swishing the water over my body.

I felt a hot gush of wetness cover my stomach and 
exclaimed "She peed on me! did you see that?"

Ellie giggled and said "Yeah, that's good luck."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The Chinese used to think having a baby pee on you was 
good luck," she laughed.

"Hand me the shower head, will you?" I asked.

"They also thought it was pretty good stuff for 
brushing their teeth," she said, handing me the nozzle.

"Ewww, yuck!" I exclaimed as Patrick walked in.

"Good morning ladies," he smiled, bending to kiss me 
and Rachel. Turning to hug Ellie he said "Breakfast is 
almost ready."

"I'm hungry!" I said, "will one of you take her while I 
rinse and get out?"

Patrick took Rachel from me and cuddled her close, her 
sleeping face like that of an angel.

"She needs a diaper," Patrick said, leaving the room.

Over breakfast Ellie recounted the tale of Rachel 
peeing on me, getting laughter from Patrick at my 
reaction.

She was in her carrier on the table sleeping soundly 
and Patrick said "She can pee on her Daddy anytime she 
wants."

Later on, I was nursing Rachel in the solarium when 
Patrick joined me, sitting on the windowsill.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Like we're together again," I replied, "It's 
wonderful."

"I was a little nervous for awhile," he said, looking 
worried.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it seemed as if you were preoccupied," he 
replied.

"I'm sorry, but with the baby's feeding schedule and 
trying to keep up everything, I guess I ignored you," I 
said, "I wanted to be a good Mom."

"I know, I'm ok now, but I spent a lot of time with 
Ellie," he said.

"Patrick, listen closely... I am NOT jealous, I can't 
be and have the relationship with the two of you as we 
know it. Jealousy has no place in our lives, do you 
understand that?" I asked.

"Mmm-hmm, I guess I need a bit of reassurance, that's 
all," he smiled.

"Good, little miss piggy has finished eating for the 
time being, you can change her," I said, handing over 
the sleeping form of our daughter and smiling at him.

I readjusted my bra and followed him to the nest where 
he expertly changed her without waking her up, a feat I 
had never managed to accomplish. On the way to the 
kitchen, he put her carrier on the floor and wrapped me 
in his arms, holding me and whispering "I love you" in 
my ear.

Now that I could see my feet again, my interest in 
physical activity blossomed once more. I surprised 
Ellie in the shower more than once, and Patrick had to 
put up with a sex-crazed woman about 3 nights a week. 
We took turns spoiling Ellie, putting her between us 
and giving her multiple orgasms. Our lives were back to 
normal.


CHAPTER TEN: "Times Two"


Rachel was about 3 months old when sadness enveloped 
the household. We were enjoying an after-dinner coffee 
discussing a possible expansion of the house when the 
phone rang and Patrick answered.

He said "Mm-hm" a couple of times and then "I'll be 
there as soon as I can," and hung up.

With the saddest look on his face I'd ever seen, he 
said "Dad died in his sleep last night." There were 
hugs and tears and more than a few kisses, and he said 
"I've got to get ready to go." Ellie went upstairs to 
pack for him while he phoned for flight reservations. I 
sat in the kitchen with Norma, unable to cope with my 
sense of loss.

When Ellie returned from dropping him at the airport, 
we snuggled deep under the covers and cried together, 
our only comfort each other and the knowledge that it 
had been quick and painless. One or the other of us 
hovered by the phone continually, waiting for word of 
Patrick's return. Four long days later he called, 
giving us a time and flight number. 

I picked them up alone, Ellie telling me she was afraid 
to face her Mother, even in the company of others. A 
hearse from the funeral home loaded Paul's silver 
casket into the back and drove off, leaving the three 
of us staring at each other on the sidewalk, unsure of 
what to do next. Patrick insisted Edna come with us 
instead of staying in a hotel, and she finally relented 
and got in the wagon.

The silence was overpowering driving home, the tension 
in the air almost visible. I wondered how Edna would 
react to seeing Ellie pregnant, how she would treat 
Rachel, and above all what she would say to Ellie now 
that Paul was gone.

Norma opened the door for us, whispering "Ellie is in 
her room" to me as we walked in. Edna was put in a 
guest room in the west wing, far away from the noise of 
the household. She didn't come out for dinner, 
preferring to have a tray in her room. We comforted 
Patrick the best we could that night, loving on him and 
providing a little release for his emotions.

We were dressed and ready to leave for the funeral the 
next morning when Edna came into the kitchen, dressed 
in black with a pearl necklace around her throat. I 
knew Ellie hadn't slept well, and as the two met each 
other's gaze, there was a faint smile from Edna.

"When we get back we'll talk, ok?" she asked Ellie, 
getting a relieved smile and a nod. We drove the 50 
miles to the cemetery without much conversation. Rachel 
was quiet, either sleeping or nursing, Ellie and Edna 
sitting motionless staring out the windows, each 
absorbed in their own thoughts.

***

The lowering of the casket into the ground affected 
Patrick the worst, his sobs heard over the words of the 
service. My eyes filled with tears, I hadn't known Paul 
all that long, but he had treated me with respect and 
dignity. Edna stood through it all, her eyes dry and 
her demeanor stiff, resigned to the fate of burying her 
husband, and for a moment I thought of what my feelings 
would be when the time came to bury Patrick. Ellie 
stood next to her Mother with her arm around her, 
crying quietly.

Afterwards the Pastor took Edna aside for a minute, and 
I could see her nodding agreement. In the wagon Ellie 
and I sat in the back with Rachel between us, giving 
Edna the front seat. I changed Rachel and started to 
feed her while we drove, cradling her in my arms. Once 
again there was little conversation, Edna staring out 
the windshield. My thoughts were on Patrick and the 
ultimate effect his Father's death would have on him.

Arriving home we found Norma had prepared a meal, 
insisting we eat. Surprisingly, Edna agreed and we dug 
in, sitting quietly around the table. As we sipped 
coffee afterwards, Edna cleared her throat and said "I 
had a long time to get used to the idea of Paul's 
passing. I don't want any of you to think I'm an 
unfeeling person, I'm not, but I buried him in my mind 
about 6 or 8 months ago."

Patrick shrugged and said "Me too, but the finality of 
it is overwhelming."

"Which leaves us with decisions to make," Edna 
declared. "I want you to take over the firm tomorrow, 
I've called the manager in New York, he'll be here with 
papers for you to sign as soon as he can get on a 
plane."

Patrick nodded and she said "Besides that, I want you 
to know I've missed you all terribly, but while Paul 
was alive I couldn't go against his wishes."

"What do you mean?" Ellie asked.

"Paul thought what you three are involved in was wrong, 
not wrong enough to warrant trying to stop you, but he 
disapproved. He used to tell me that given time, your 
relationship would fall apart on it's own," she said.

"He was wrong!" Ellie exclaimed, "we love each other 
more than ever!"

"I know that, I can see it with my own eyes, and I've 
known about you ever since you were 6 or 7 years old," 
Edna smiled, "a Mother knows her child."

"And you approve?" Ellie asked, the surprise showing on 
her face.

"Not approve exactly, let's just say I accept you three 
the way you are," she said.

"Then you'll be here when my baby's born?" Ellie asked.

"I'd like that very much, if you'll have me," she 
replied.

"Oooh, Mooommmmm!" Ellie cried, running around the 
table to hug her. Pat and I smiled at each other as 
they started chattering away, catching up on all that 
Edna had missed. 

Later that night as we showered, Ellie squealed in 
surprise and grabbed her stomach, a breathy "Ooooo!" 
coming from her mouth.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It moved, the baby moved!" she exclaimed, "that's the 
first time I've felt it move!", hugging me tight. I 
thought "one life ends, another begins", and hugged her 
back.

***

In the days that followed, the weather got warmer and 
the closeness that Ellie had missed returned, the four 
of us sharing meals and conversation every day. Edna 
took to Rachel warmly, changing her and playing with 
her every moment she could, seeming to delight in the 
accomplishments of a rapidly growing baby. We also 
decided (over her objections) that she would become a 
permanent part of the household, and didn't need to 
look for somewhere to live.

In May we uncovered the pool and started to get it 
ready for summer, moving the lounges and chairs from 
storage to the deck. Norma took over the shopping and 
cooking as Ellie's time came nearer, with me providing 
the occasional lunch or dinner. More than once I was 
shooed out of the kitchen and told "Go play with 
Rachel!" Ellie and I decided against putting in a 
garden, thinking we'd be too busy with babies to keep 
up with the weeds.

Peggy confirmed Ellie's suspicions at one of her 
checkups, telling her there were two fetuses.

"Can't tell if it's a boy and a girl or not, one 
heartbeat is faster than the other, but you never 
know," Peggy said.

Ellie and I began getting dressed for the day in 
shorts, barefoot and without shirts, looking forward to 
the day when we could eliminate all clothing. Edna 
blushed a few times when she saw us, shaking her head 
in resignation and smiling. Norma acted like she 
usually did, going about her business without a word.

In late May we got a call from Millie, asking to come 
spend the summer with us. Uncle Jessie had found work 
someplace in Kansas and she didn't want to go. Toward 
the end of the phone call, she asked "Is it ok if I 
bring a friend?"

"Gwen?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm," she replied. I gave my permission after 
checking with Pat and Ellie, getting their ok.

A couple of weeks later I drove to the airport to meet 
the plane, waiting at the baggage carousel for their 
arrival. They came out of the concourse laughing and 
giggling, their arms around each other. As Millie 
introduced Gwen to me, I thought they might be lovers 
already, the shy look on Gwen's face hoping for my 
approval. They looked alike in a lot of ways, tall and 
slender without too much padding. The coltish look was 
gradually being supplanted by a more womanly shape, 
softly feminine and pretty. Gwen was blond, her long 
hair reaching almost to her waist, with light blue eyes 
and a nice smile. If this was going to be Millie's 
first sexual partner, she had chosen well.

On the way home they sat in the back, Millie pointing 
out various things as we passed. I looked in the rear-
view once and caught them sharing a lover's kiss, 
tongues deep in the other's mouth. I smelled something 
like tangy sweat too, realizing it was their arousal. I 
stopped at the mail box and shut off the engine, 
turning in the seat to look at them.

Bright eyed and flushed, they grinned back at me as I 
asked "Judging by the kiss I saw in the rear view, you 
two are intimate with each other, right?"

"Mmm-hmm," Millie blushed as Gwen nodded, her gaze 
holding mine.

"Do your parents know?" I asked, directing my question 
at Gwen.

"My mom knows everything, she's happy for me," Gwen 
replied.

"That's good... Millie, what about you?" I asked.

"She knows Gwen is with me, I think she knows what 
we're doing," she replied.

"Ok then, things have changed a little since you were 
here at Christmas, there's other people in the house 
besides us," I said. They nodded and I continued 
"Ellie's Mom is here, and Norma works for us...We're 
usually nude around the house and pool, but we keep our 
private moments private, you know what I mean?"

They nodded excitedly and I asked "Plus, we have 
visitors occasionally, our friends from the area. Are 
you two prepared for other people to see you 
undressed?"

"I'm ready!" Millie cried, grabbing Gwen's arm.

Blushing a little, Gwen stammered "I --I think so, Mom 
said to be open-minded," lowering her head.

I patted her knee and said "That's ok, you wear a suit 
if you want, but you're not going to be embarrassed if 
other people don't, are you?"

"Mom and I go skinny-dipping sometimes!" she said, 
blushing at the thought.

"Alright then, what happens in your room is nobody's 
business, but I don't want you groping each other where 
others can see you, understood?" I said. They both 
nodded agreement as I started the wagon and aimed 
toward the house.

I could hear whispers of "it'll be ok, don't worry," 
and "I'm sorry," as we proceeded to the house, Gwen 
strangely silent. After I parked and the girls got out, 
I pulled Millie aside and said "You know where your 
room is, why don't you two go there and get unpacked in 
while I talk to Pat and Ellie?" I asked, patting her 
shoulder.

Millie agreed, grabbing her bag and dragging Gwen by 
the elbow inside the house. The pair met Ellie and 
Norma in the kitchen, Ellie only in shorts, her belly 
hanging out as she stood by the stove. Gwen stared 
until Millie pulled her away toward their room.

The three of us discussed the situation for a few 
minutes and Norma said "All of them are body shy at 
that age, don't worry, it'll work out."

"I hope so," I replied, going to find Pat and tell him 
of our problem.

Pat was of the opinion there was nothing we could do 
now except wait and see, and I had to agree. Either she 
would accept things as they were even if she didn't 
participate or be on the next flight home, along with 
the closed-mouthed Millie.

***

I was hot and tired, so I stripped off my clothes and 
picked up Rachel, going to feed her by the pool. Ellie 
joined me, applying some oil to both of us as Rachel 
nursed.

Gwen and Millie stepped out of the house and walked to 
the pool, both dressed in suits. Gwen's was white and 
showed off her beginning tan, Millie's was more 
revealing with its high cut and skimpy back. Both of 
the girls splashed around in the shallow end, glancing 
around to see who was paying attention to them. Seeing 
no one was, they relaxed a little and enjoyed the 
water. A few minutes later Millie's suit sailed out of 
the pool, landing with a wet plop near me. Gwen's 
followed, her pink blush visible even at a distance.

Rachel was finished and I stepped into the pool at the 
shallow end, intending to give her a swimming lesson. 
As I played and splashed with her, the girls surrounded 
me, laughing and giggling.

"She's cute!" Gwen said, brushing Rachel's hair. Gwen's 
tennis ball-sized breasts rode high on her chest, the 
pink nipples crinkled with the cold.

Her slit was nothing more than a crease in her skin, 
surrounded by light blond hairs like the ones on her 
head.

Millie's breasts were slightly bigger with dark brown 
aureoles and nipples, her vagina obscured by plentiful 
dark hair, the legacy of her genes. 

"That lady is pregnant," Gwen announced, waving her 
hand in Ellie's direction.

"That lady is Ellie and yes she is, about 8 months 
worth," I smiled at her. 

"Does she live here too?" Gwen asked.

"Why don't you go over and talk to her, I think she'd 
welcome the company," I said.

"Can we?" Gwen asked.

"Sure, honey," I replied.

It was obvious that Millie had said absolutely nothing 
about my relationship with Patrick and Ellie, making me 
angry and disappointed with her. Realizing that Millie 
and I would have to have a serious talk later, I 
watched as the girls left the water and gathered around 
Ellie. Rachel nodded out with her full tummy, so I went 
into the house and put a diaper on her, placing her in 
her carrier.

After supper, I told Millie "You better tell Gwen 
everything tonight or I will, is that clear?"

Millie nodded, and we spent the evening in the den 
watching TV and eating popcorn. The three of us 
showered and got ready for bed around 11 and I walked 
to the girl's room about midnight, lightly tapping on 
the door.

"Come in!" they chorused.

They were dressed in T-shirts without underwear, Gwen's 
blond peach fuzz between her legs plainly visible. They 
looked flushed and happy, as if they'd been doing 
something I was contemplating for later.

"I told her," Millie said, leaning against the 
headboard.

"Everything?" I asked.

"Everything," she replied.

"You still want to stay?" I asked Gwen.

"Yes, if I can," she replied.

"So what do you think of our arrangement?" I asked.

"It's different!" she giggled, blushing pink.

"Can you handle it?" I inquired.

"I think so," she said.

"Then welcome to the house," I said, giving her a hug 
around her shoulder.

"Thanks," she replied, looking relieved.

I fed Rachel once again and put her in her crib in the 
nest, walking into our bedroom to find Ellie on her 
knees, Patrick slowly pumping his cock in and out of 
her.

Ellie said "I couldn't wait," giggling as I joined them 
on the bed.

"No problem," I laughed as I slid between her legs and 
started sucking her clit. My fingers were busy between 
my own legs as he continued to thrust in and out, her 
juices flowing into my mouth. She quivered and sighed 
with a small one, then raised herself up and away, 
rolling onto her side.

"I don't have any energy," she sighed, stroking her 
stomach with one hand.

"That's understandable, you're VERY pregnant," I 
giggled, pumping Pat's erection.

"Can I just watch tonight?" she asked, putting her arm 
under her head.

"Sure," Pat smiled, "unless you want to go to sleep, 
we'll move to the other room."

"No, here's ok," she said, leaning back.

I unfastened my bra and let my breasts hang free, 
massaging the creases away. Straddling him, I kissed 
him once and asked "Hold them so they don't bounce too 
much?" He nodded and I slid down onto his erection, 
placing the tip of his cock inside me. I made sure he 
was aimed straight and sat down, engulfing his entire 
length.

"Mmmmmmmm," he murmured, leaning to suck at a drippy 
nipple.

"It's going to be a little messy tonight, isn't it?" he 
grinned, and I nodded as I started humping him slowly, 
from tip to scrotum and back, deep with every stroke. I 
teased myself, going quickly with shallow strokes until 
I was right at the edge, then slacking off to slower, 
deeper thrusts, feeling the intensity build.

Four or five times of that and my body decided it had 
been teased enough and I was unable to slow in time to 
prevent my orgasm. It started behind my pubic bone, a 
heat that spread faster the harder I pumped. I pounded 
my clit on his pubes, panting with it and cramping up, 
unwilling to slow the pace. His hardness fueled the 
fire, remaining rigid for me as I concentrated on 
feeling him, the veins in his cock, his hands on my 
breasts, his fur against my clit, my feet against his 
thigh, our joining total. I came to and felt him 
rubbing my back, and realized I was slumped on top of 
him, my boobs squashed flat against his chest.

"I love the look on your face when you come," he said 
softly, smiling at me. I raised myself on my elbows to 
relieve some of the pressure and asked "What?"

"Your eyes are screwed shut, your mouth hangs open, you 
gasp and pant like you can't breathe, and your pussy 
clamps me like a vise," he said, "you're so intense 
with it sometimes I'm afraid I'm hurting you."

I kissed him and said "It's always like that, whether 
it's with you or Ellie, it's the way you make me feel."

"I love you," he said, burying his face between my 
breasts.

I rolled away and he fell out of me, slick with come 
and my wetness.

"Shower?" I asked, noticing Ellie was fast asleep. He 
nodded and we walked to the bathroom hand in hand. It 
was quick, the time late and the need for sleep made us 
hurry. Nevertheless, I enjoyed his hands washing me, 
caring and gentle.

***

The next morning he was gone and I was cuddled against 
Ellie's back with one hand on her swollen tummy. She 
grunted and woke up, stretching and yawning.

"What'd I miss last night?" she asked as she got out of 
bed.

"Oh, nothing much, the orgasm of the century, that's 
all," I grinned at her.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep, I don't feel very sexual 
right now," she said.

"I didn't either, don't worry, it'll be ok," I said. 
She nodded and went to pee, me right behind with 
intentions of another shower, I'd started my day with a 
gooey mess between my legs.

Over breakfast, Ellie pushed her food around on her 
plate and grimaced a couple of times, causing Edna to 
ask "What's wrong, hon?"

"I dunno," she replied, "I feel funny."

"Funny like everything is tightening up inside?" I 
asked.

"Uh-huh," she replied, biting her lip.

"Patrick, call Peggy and ask her to come out right 
away. Then get Ellie into the nest as soon as you can, 
I'll be up as soon as Rachel finishes eating," I said.


"Why?" he asked, the look on his face telling me he was 
mildly confused.

"Babies, dear, babies," I replied, smiling as I shifted 
Rachel over to my other breast.

"Babies don't come at 9:30 in the morning, Cassie!" he 
exclaimed.

"These do, come on now, go call Peggy, hmm?"

Ellie stood up and wavered on her feet, a white pasty 
look coming over her face as she said "Oooohh, shit!" I 
heard the sound of liquid splashing on the floor and 
said "She needs to go upstairs."

"I'm sorry," Ellie wailed as she walked between us, 
each holding an arm and struggling to keep her upright. 
I yelled at the pool for the girls to come in, and 
seconds later they arrived at the door, breathless and 
wet. I told Millie "Watch Rachel, she's almost 
asleep...as soon as we get Ellie upstairs, bring her up 
and put her in her crib, ok?" Millie nodded wide-eyed, 
staring at Ellie.

Ten minutes later Ellie was in bed with her knees up, 
Norma was downstairs cleaning the kitchen floor, and 
the two girls were hovering in the doorway. Pat was 
sitting on one side and me on the other, and Ellie 
asked "Why don't I feel any contractions? Aren't there 
supposed to be contractions?"

"I don't know," I said, "but trust me, they'll come."

Edna said "Be patient, honey."

We sat quietly for a couple of minutes watching her 
stomach as it bulged slowly here and there, making 
strange shapes, Ellie's quiet moans the only sound. She 
squeezed my hand tightly and said "You remember your 
promise?"

"Yes I do," I replied, "but there's nothing to worry 
about, Peggy is on her way."

"It's too early, way too early," she said, her forehead 
wet and sweaty.

"Sssshhh, it'll be ok, we're here," I said, wondering 
what the hell was taking Peggy so long.

The first of the milder cramps hit her, then a full 
blown contraction made her scream, the volume of it 
hurting my ears.

"Girls, go down and watch for Peggy, ok?" I said, 
wanting them out of the room. Three screams later 
Millie stuck her head in the door and said "Peggy's 
here!"

Striding briskly into the room, Peggy said "The cavalry 
is here," setting down her bag. She checked Ellie's 
pulse and blood pressure, then said "It's 3 weeks 
early, but you should be ok." She smiled at me and 
patted my hand, definite reassurance.

"I want my babies born at home," Ellie wailed.

"They will be, just relax, will ya?" Peggy said, 
kneeling between her legs.

For the next several hours, Edna and I took turns 
holding her hand and wiping her face as she blew and 
panted with each contraction. They got closer and 
closer together, and around 7 o'clock in the evening 
Peggy said "Patrick, take the girls down to the den, we 
don't need an audience....please?"

Pat ushered the disappointed girls downstairs and Peggy 
said "Ok, Ellie, we're getting real close, I want you 
to push, ok?"

"I aammmm!" Ellie grunted.

"Cassie, with the next one put a little pressure on the 
top of her stomach, will you?" Peggy asked.

I nodded and waited for the next one, my hands poised 
above her belly.

It hit and I pressed down as instructed, feeling a baby 
under my fingertips. Ellie screamed once, a loud 
guttural cry of agony, then took a deep breath and did 
it again.

"Good, we've got one!....it's a girl!" Peggy exclaimed 
as Ellie's moans tapered off.

I heard a choking sound, then a cough or two and a weak 
cry, and the first of the twins was placed on Ellie's 
stomach.

"Here you go, Mom," Peggy said. Ellie raised her head 
and peered at the tiny wrinkled body, holding her 
tight.

"She's beautiful!" Edna exclaimed.

Four minutes later the second one arrived, another 
girl, and Peggy busied herself with checking and 
cleaning them. Ellie was strangely quiet as Edna gave 
her a sponge bath and changed her gown, watching 
intently as the two babies squirmed on the bed. I 
brushed her hair, and she closed her eyes.

"Phoebe and Olivia," she said softly, her hands 
exploring her belly.

"What?" I asked, leaning closer.

"Their names, Phoebe and Olivia," Ellie said again, 
slowly and clearly.

"Ok," I said, smoothing her cheek with my palm. Patrick 
walked to the bed and kissed her, saying "Good job, 
kiddo," getting a small smile in return before she fell 
asleep.

***

An hour later the twins were cleaned and diapered, 
sleeping peacefully on their tummies. 

"We really ought to take her and them into the hospital 
for a day or so, she's exhausted and they are pretty 
small, I think under five pounds," Peggy told Patrick.

"Whatever you think is best for them," Patrick replied. 

Peggy called an ambulance from the local fire district 
and told them it wasn't an emergency, but she needed to 
take three people to the hospital. They arrived in less 
than 20 minutes, lights flashing and siren wailing as 
they entered our driveway. Ellie protested weakly while 
they were loading her in the ambulance, and Peggy said 
"Ssshh, it's just for a day or two."

A day or two turned out to be three, the twins were a 
few ounces shy of five pounds and the doctor in charge 
of the OB-GYN unit didn't want them to leave. Ellie's 
temper flared and she threatened to walk out, but in 
the end she was allowed to take them home with the 
stipulation that she and they receive home visits daily 
until they weighed at least five pounds.

At home she tried to nurse them both, but it was too 
awkward. Settling for one at a time, that doubled the 
time required for them to eat, and her to get less 
sleep. I offered my services as a wet nurse, and Ellie 
said "You'd do that?"

"Sure, why not, I'm thinking of weaning Rachel anyway, 
I think she's starting to get teeth!" I giggled.

That night I took Phoebe and she took Olivia, and in 
about 30 minutes both were sleeping soundly. The next 
feeding went well too, and in the morning we decided to 
switch babies. Olivia howled in protest, even when I 
dabbed some of Ellie's milk on my breast. She'd start 
to suck, and when she found out it wasn't her mommy, 
all hell would break loose. Phoebe on the other hand 
was a delight to feed, and she didn't chew on my 
nipples like Rachel.

With the extra nipples and milk to go around, the 
babies grew quickly, getting over five pounds in just 
under two weeks. Peggy and a nurse visited every day 
and checked Ellie's vital signs, making sure she was 
eating and drinking enough. The twins' belly buttons 
healed up and they started reacting to sound and light, 
turning their little heads almost in unison. Patrick 
was proud papa of course, and changed them whenever he 
could, talking to them. He didn't ignore Rachel either, 
giving her a bath each night while I fed Phoebe.

One evening when all the babies were finally asleep, we 
gathered in the den with some drinks and snacks to get 
to know one another again. The last 3 weeks had been 
hectic and busy, with Edna and Norma carrying a lot of 
the load. 

Gwen and Millie sat on a couch together, Ellie took a 
chair, I flopped on the other couch and Patrick was 
sprawled on the floor.

"Where's Edna?" Pat asked.

"She's coming with more popcorn," Gwen said.

Edna walked in carrying two big bowls and distributed 
them around the room, sitting on the couch next to me. 
We were about to start when Norma tapped on the door 
frame and said "Dr. Peggy's here, she says she needs to 
talk to you if you're not busy," looking at Patrick.

"Bring her up and come back yourself, you're part of 
the household," Pat replied.

A couple of minutes later Peggy walked in followed by 
Norma, and they took a seat. I couldn't read her 
expressions very well, but it looked to me like she was 
mad as hell.

"Can I talk to you in private, Patrick?" Peggy asked 
before Pat could open his mouth.

He looked at her briefly and said "Whatever you have to 
say, I'm going to have to tell these folks anyway," 
waving his hands around the room, "so you might as well 
say it and be done, it'll save a lot of explaining 
later."

Peggy chewed her lip for a moment and said "I'm mad, I 
feel helpless, and I need some advice."

"About what, something financial?," Edna asked.

"That and something personal," Peggy said, lowering her 
head.

"Tell me," Pat said, walking to her and putting his arm 
around her.

"Well, the bastard who holds the lease on my building 
had decided he wants to make it a parking lot and he's 
given me 3 months to find another place," she said 
bitterly.

"No problem," Pat said, "we'll find you another one 
anywhere you want."

"That's not it, my patients, some of them are older and 
they don't travel well, some don't speak English, and 
they'd never be able to find me again," she said.

"There's nothing within walking distance of where you 
are now?" Pat asked.

"Nothing, I've talked to every realtor in the city, 
I've even gone begging and it hasn't helped," she said.

"How about relocating out here, near us?" he asked, 
"I'm sure we can convert one of the old buildings in 
Becker or Danville to something you could use."

"Same thing, my patients, most don't own a car, I'd 
lose them all," she sniffled.

"So we start a twice a week shuttle bus to bring them 
to you," Pat said, "Art can drive the damn thing or we 
can hire somebody."

"God Patrick, I can't ask you to do that! You're 
talking real money, money I don't have," she cried.

I smiled as Patrick quietly told her "Peggy, after what 
you have done for me, I'd buy you the moon if it was up 
for sale."

She giggled and said "That's nice, but what I need is 
an empty building, a couple of thousand square feet, 
and help getting my equipment moved."

Serious, Pat said "Done deal, I'll ask around in the 
morning with some of the locals, you arrange to have 
the stuff moved when we find it....and no, I don't want 
you trying to move it yourself, hire somebody and tell 
them to send me a bill."

"Oh Pat you're a lifesaver!" she cried, hugging him.

"As far as the bus, I'm sure we can find something to 
rent or buy," he said, "and I'm sure we can get 
qualified drivers that are looking to make an extra 
buck now and then," he smiled.

"Patrick, you don't know what this means to me," she 
said.

"Peggy, what's the use of having all our money if we 
can't use it to help a friend, especially someone who's 
been there for us?" Patrick said softly. Peggy broke 
down and sobbed, wiping her eyes with her hanky for a 
minute, then asked "Can I use the bathroom?"

Ellie giggled and pointed toward the door, which 
started a general round of relieved laughter as Peggy 
walked away.

After she left, Pat said "One down, one to go."

Edna sensed the conversation was about to get very 
adult, and said "Ok, girls, time for bed," looking at 
the two teens on the couch.

"Do we have to?" Millie whined.

"Do as Gramma says, Millie, please, this is NOT the 
time to be stubborn!" I said firmly.

"I need to go too, Art's probly waitin' up for me, you 
need anything else?" Norma asked.

"No, not tonight Norma, and take the next few days too, 
we can cope with whatever we need," Pat smiled.

Edna took the girls in the general direction of their 
bedroom as Norma left, and the three of us sat closely 
on the couch.

"What do you think it is?" Ellie asked.

"I guess we'll wait and see," Patrick replied.

Peggy walked back into the den straightening her skirt 
as Patrick opened the bar and poured himself a stiff 
drink.

"Can I have one of those?" she asked, sitting between 
Ellie and me.

"Sure, what do you want?" Pat replied," we've got a 
little of everything."

"Scotch straight," she replied. Pat poured a large 
glass half full and handed it to her, saying "Mud in 
your eye."

She giggled and sipped, licking her lips and telling us 
"Mmmm, hits the spot."

Pat let her relish the booze for a minute before he 
asked "What's the personal thing you wanted to talk 
about?"

Looking around, she lowered her voice and said "I'm 
alone now, Ann left me."

"Aw shit!" Ellie exclaimed, "what the fuck, is she 
crazy?"

I looked from one to the other in confusion until Ellie 
caught my eye and said "Ann the nurse, the one that 
helped with Rachel, remember?"

"Oh, yeah," I nodded remembering a pretty dark-haired 
woman who'd been in the room.

"She says she never gets to see me anymore, I'm always 
too tired or stressed to make love, and she's tired of 
having to make do on pennies," Peggy said, slumping 
back against the cushions.

"What can we do to help?" Ellie asked.

"Nothing, I guess, I just needed to tell somebody," she 
sighed.

A look passed between Pat and Ellie, then they both 
looked at me, a small smirk on their faces. I nodded, 
and Pat said "Sounds to me like you need another drink, 
then the hot tub."

"No more booze, I'll get sick," Peggy said as she stood 
up.

"Come on," Pat said, and took her arm, nudging her in 
the direction of the tub. He pulled off the cover and 
started the jets asking "Girls, you want to do the 
honors, or shall I?"

"We'll do it, you get in and hush," Ellie giggled.

Peggy looked around as clothing began hitting the floor 
and asked "Do you have a suit for me?"

"No suits," Pat intoned, waving his forefinger. I 
caught a glimpse of his cute butt as he stepped in the 
tub, watching as Peggy turned bright red.

"What's the matter, never seen a naked man before?" 
Ellie teased.

"No, I mean yes, but..." Peggy stuttered.

"Off with 'em," I said, pulling at her jacket. I hung 
the jacket and Ellie said "Kick off your shoes."

"Now the skirt and blouse," Ellie said.

She wore pantyhose and I pulled them down, telling her 
"Lift your feet."

She did, then pulled her panties down and off before 
either of us could grab them. Ellie unsnapped her bra 
and whipped it away, saying "Ta-da!, a naked woman!" 
Pat clapped, and Peggy got redder, turning her back to 
the tub.

"I'm beginning to think this wasn't such a good idea," 
she said, and Ellie pulled her into the shower.

"You get her hair, I'll wash the bod," Ellie said, so I 
poured some shampoo on her head and started washing her 
hair. Ellie was busy with the sponge, scrubbing 
coconut-smelling soap on her from head to foot.

"There's cream in that jar for your makeup," Ellie 
said, and Peggy scrubbed her face, making bubbly noises 
under the spray. I washed quickly and rinsed, then 
helped Ellie finish up as Peggy watched. I shut off the 
showerheads and stepped out to shake myself and grab a 
comb for my hair. I helped Peggy out, and she stood 
there shaking while Ellie moved behind her, toweling 
her hair.

"God that feels good!" Peggy exclaimed, leaning her 
head back.

"What you need is a little personal service," I said as 
I stepped into the tub and held out my hand to her.

An older woman who had never had kids of her own, she 
was beautiful in her own way. Her hips were full and 
round, the butt cheeks firm and high. She had very 
small pointy breasts with a slight sag, the rose-
colored nipples hard and tight. I liked her legs, 
strong-looking and muscular, her feet callused from the 
long hours standing or walking.

We all sat down and relaxed, letting the water and the 
heat do it's job. Pat sipped from his drink 
occasionally, and Ellie and I shared a coke. Fifteen 
minutes later Ellie stood up and said "Pat, turn off 
the bubbles." He reached and turned a lever, and the 
room got quiet. 

Sensing what Ellie was about to do, I said "Let's go in 
the bedroom." Peggy looked tense for a moment, then 
Ellie put her arm around her waist and said "Come on, 
you need a back rub."

We dried off and headed for the bedroom, ours was the 
best for massage of any kind. Ellie had Peggy lay down 
and started smoothing oil on her body, telling her 
"Close your eyes, relax, just feel the touch." I rubbed 
her feet and massaged her toes, working the kinks out 
of them and cracking her knuckles. Patrick worked her 
neck and shoulders, getting appreciative mumbles. Ellie 
rolled her over and did her front, massaging her tiny 
nipples to hardness. Pat finished with her legs, 
working the muscles once again to loosen them. Ellie 
leaned over and planted a wet kiss on her butt, 
smacking her lips.

"I've wanted to do that ever since I was 14," she 
grinned.

Pat got us all another drink, and Peggy sat up, looking 
dazed.

"I need another shower," Ellie said, and left the room. 
Pat and I sat with her for a moment, holding her hands. 
Pat asked "How do you feel?"

"Groggy, weak, relaxed, happy, you name it," she 
smiled.

Ellie came back toweling her hair and said "You'll stay 
with us tonight, right?"

"I can't, I've got to be going," she said, scooting her 
hips toward the edge of the bed.

"You're in no shape to drive, the roads out here are 
awful dark this time of night," Patrick said.

"I can't steal somebody's bed, and I don't feel like 
sleeping with anyone right now," Peggy said.

"You can have mine, it's about time to feed babies and 
my tits are getting full," Ellie laughed.

"There's 2 other empty bedrooms," Pat said gently, 
"Come on, I'll show you one." Peggy smiled and said 
"Thanks," getting off the bed to follow Patrick.

As they left, Ellie said "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"Yeah, she is," I nodded.

Ellie said, "come on, let's go feed babies before they 
wake up the house."

***

Rachel was the only one awake, cooing and gurgling in 
her crib. All three were wet, and we changed diapers 
before sitting in the rockers to nurse. Rachel nursed 
for a few minutes and fell back asleep, allowing me to 
feed Phoebe while Ellie did Olivia. As we walked back 
to the bedroom, Ellie said "This one is still pretty 
full, I better go pump it," turning for the stairs.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bedroom, 
pushing her down on the bed.

"Let me," I said, stroking her nipple with my finger. 
She smiled and pulled my head close, saying "Thank 
you," and closed her eyes.

I sucked softly, feeling the milk start to flow, and 
began to swallow. Ellie's nipples were smaller than 
mine but no less sensitive. The milk was sweet and 
warm, and I rubbed my clit with my finger, getting a 
shivery little orgasm. This was the woman I loved, in 
our bed with me, letting me empty her breasts, a kind 
of intimacy few people share. After, we cuddled and 
kissed, then fell asleep with the door open, wondering 
where Patrick had gone.

Ellie and I woke up together, sharing a kiss and a hug 
before wandering to the bathroom. We got the babies and 
fed them, changing their diapers and dressing them for 
the pool.

I walked down the hall with Rachel in her sling close 
to my chest, looking for Patrick. I heard a heavy thump 
as I passed the girls' room, and tapped on the door, 
asking "Are you alright in there?"

"Yeah, we're ok, come on in," I heard, along with sharp 
giggles. I opened the door and peeked in, finding them 
on the floor wrestling with each other. Nude and 
sweaty, they both looked at me and grinned, telling me 
"We were playing Twister!"

I saw the game cloth spread beneath them, rumpled and 
folded with their exertions, and smiled.

"It's fun to play naked, isn't it?" I asked.

"Oh yeah!" they chorused, grappling with one another 
again.

Leaving them to their fun, I continued to walk the hall 
and look for Patrick. I found him in one of the guest 
rooms, asleep on his back with Peggy cuddled up to him. 
One arm was above his head and the other by his side as 
usual and Peggy had her head on his chest with one arm 
draped over his middle. Her right leg was over his, her 
lower belly pressed against his hip. I stood there for 
a moment watching them sleep, smiling inside.

I walked to the bed and stroked Pat's chest, waking 
him. I held my finger to my lips and said "Sshh, she's 
still asleep." He nodded and slowly got out of bed, 
giving me and Rachel a hug.

"I'm going down to the pool with Rachel, Ellie is 
coming later with the twins, you want to bring her down 
when she's ready?" I whispered.

He nodded and walked to the bathroom as I left. I 
didn't blame Patrick for staying with Peggy, she was 
hurting inside. The multiple chaos in her life was 
disturbing her normal way of life, possibly making her 
doubt herself. I knew about that, and was happy that 
he'd been there for her.

I went to the pool and sat on my lounger, putting 
sunscreen on Rachel and laying her in the shade of the 
umbrella. Ellie walked up and did the same with the 
twins, and we sat and relaxed, enjoying the warm 
morning sun.

Patrick joined us, bringing a tray with coffee and 
cups, telling us "Good morning!"

"Hi yourself, how'd it go last night?" Ellie asked.

"I think she'll be ok, we talked for awhile and she 
feels better," Pat replied.

"Is she coming down?" Ellie wanted to know.

"Yeah, I found her one of your suits," he grinned.

We sat and chatted for a few minutes and the girls 
arrived, running out the door naked and splashing into 
the pool, squealing and yelling. Patrick dove in as 
well, upending Millie and dunking her. Ellie and I 
watched as he would grab one and then the other, 
letting them stand on his shoulders and dive or dunking 
them.

"He's gonna be a great Daddy," Ellie mused.

"Already is," I smiled back.

Peggy came out of the house and joined us, coffee in 
her hand, one of Ellie's old suits barely covering her 
body. She sat near Ellie and said "Well, I had a first 
last night."

"Was he any good?" Ellie giggled.

Peggy blushed and said "Last night is the first time I 
ever slept with a man," she said.

"Well, was he?" Ellie asked again.

"We didn't do anything, he just held me.....he's so 
gentle," she sighed.

"Pat's good at that," I said.

"You two aren't mad or anything, are you?" she asked us 
with a serious look.

"Hell no!" Ellie exclaimed, "we don't mind, do we?", 
looking at me.

"No, we were busy anyway," I smiled, making Peggy blush 
again.

I asked Ellie to watch Rachel and got in the pool for a 
few laps, I wanted to get rid of the rest of my baby 
fat and get some exercise. When I returned, Peggy was 
nude, her borrowed suit at her feet.

"Your turn," I said to Ellie, and watched the two of 
them walk to the edge and get in. They swam back and 
forth, their heads close, stopping to talk quietly at 
the shallow end. Patrick and the teens were in the deep 
end playing some kind of game with a ball, shouting 
back and forth. All three babies were asleep in the 
shade of the umbrella, and I laid back to doze. An hour 
later I came awake with a start, some one was dripping 
water on me and laughing "Hey, sleepyhead, let's eat 
lunch!"

I put Rachel in her sling and went inside, followed by 
everybody yelling "We're hungry!"

We raided the refrigerator and found enough makings for 
sandwiches, the girls getting the chips and drinks 
while Ellie scooped salad into a large bowl. Lunch was 
noisy and fun, with cupcakes for dessert.

The girls disappeared upstairs, to make love or play 
some more Twister, leaving the four of us at the table. 
I fed Phoebe as Ellie nursed Olivia, Rachel wiggling on 
the floor.

"Can I ask a couple of Doctor type questions?" Peggy 
said.

After receiving a nod from both of us, she continued 
"Do either of you plan on becoming pregnant again right 
away?"

I shook my head no and Ellie said "Not for awhile."

"Well then, it's time to think about some birth 
control," she smiled.

"I thought nursing prevented pregnancy," I said.

"As long as you nurse you won't have periods, but when 
she starts to take solid food and you start to wean 
her, you might ovulate without knowing it," she said.

"How long does that take?" I asked.

"Anywhere from 6 to 18 months, depends," she said.

"Sounds ok to me," I said, "I'll use a diaphragm if I 
have to."

"And you," she said looking at Ellie," need to be 
careful too."

"Patrick and I haven't been together since the babies 
were born, I'm still a little sore," Ellie replied.

"That's good, as fertile as you are it wouldn't 
surprise me to see you with twins again," she said.

"Yikes!" Ellie laughed.

"Tell you what, I'll get my bag and check you over, 
then we'll talk about some things," Peggy said.

Ellie and Peggy went to the nest, leaving the twins 
behind. Patrick came up behind me and kissed my neck, 
fondling my breasts, weighing them in his hands.

"I'm gonna miss these," he joked, pinching the nipple 
of one.

"Not me!" I declared, "the next one YOU get to nurse."

"Be glad to," he smiled at me.

Peggy and Ellie returned to the kitchen, giggling and 
laughing at some private joke, and sat back down.

"What's so funny?" Patrick asked.

"That's the first time I've examined somebody while I 
was naked," she laughed, sipping from her cup.

"Tell him about the sex," Ellie grinned.

"Ok, Patrick, you two can resume physical activity in 
about 10 days or so, provided you're gentle and don't 
go too deep," she said.

"Ok," Patrick nodded.

"By rights I ought to lock the horny little demon in a 
room somewhere for a month, but I doubt that would 
work," Peggy laughed, "as long as you're slow and easy 
for the next three or four weeks, she'll be ok....any 
bleeding or discomfort, you call me, you hear?"

"Yes ma'am," Patrick said, taking Ellie's hand in his 
and gripping it tightly.

"I ought to get back to town and start things rolling, 
notifying patients and stuff," Peggy said getting up, 
"and by the way, where are my clothes?"

"I'll go with you," Ellie said, grabbing Peggy's hand 
and leading her away.

"I'll let you know when I find something," Patrick 
called after them.

"Thank you!" Peggy said as she went up the stairs.

***

July went by slowly, each day full of activities and 
chores for everyone.

About once a week I would take the girls to the mall in 
Sedgwick, then spend the day chatting with my parents 
and letting them see Rachel. We had missed the annual 
fourth of July party at the house, but occasionally we 
would all gather for a cookout on the deck in the 
evening.

Nighttimes we'd all sit together in the den and watch 
TV or talk as we nursed the babies, and it wouldn't 
take long for Gwen or Millie to say they were tired and 
going to bed. The girls went naked in the pool and were 
soon tanned brown, but as expected they wore clothing 
of some kind anywhere else. I was sure they were nude 
in their room, but what happened and what they wore 
behind their door was up to them. I managed to convince 
myself that their mothers knew where they were and what 
they were doing, and they had their parent's blessing.


Phoebe and Olivia were nicknamed PP and Oogy, Phoebe 
because she had a bad habit of peeing in a fresh 
diaper, and Oogy because of the terrible faces she 
made, like when a fingertip of applesauce was put in 
her mouth.

Rachel had her Daddy's eyes, incredibly dark blue, and 
was starting to grow a head of hair that looked like 
his. The twins on the other hand were still bald, but 
Phoebe's eyes looked like Ellie's, a rich green with 
golden flecks, and Olivia's were a pale blue.

About the first of August Ellie spoke with me in the 
bathroom one morning and asked "How do you feel about 
tonight?"

"What about it?" I asked.

"I'm ready, I think. I'm so fucking horny for him I 
can't see straight," she laughed.

"Sounds good to me," I smiled.

At last there was an opportunity to make love to both 
of them, fully and completely, for the first time in 2 
months. Ellie and I had played a bit, fingering each 
other in the shower, and Patrick had come to my side of 
the bed several times. This was to be all three of us 
again, and Ellie was nervous as we got ready. In the 
afternoon we painted toenails and trimmed pubic hair to 
a neat triangle, anticipating the night to come.

We were in the bathroom in front of the mirror checking 
ourselves and Ellie said "I'm nervous!"

"What's the matter?" I asked, "it's just like riding a 
bicycle, you never forget how!"

"I know, but I don't want to disappoint him," she said, 
pulling her hair back.

"Just be you, he loves you, I love you, relax, will 
you?" I said.

"What are you going to do first?" she asked.

"Probably eat your pussy until you scream, you know how 
he likes to see us together," I replied.

She grinned at me in the mirror, sticking her tongue 
out.

"Tease," she said.

"We'll see about that," I replied.

For our evening, we dressed in sheer nighties, the 
easily removable kind, with mini thongs for underwear 
and no bras. Hair was clipped back and brushed until it 
shone, and then delicate touches of makeup were 
applied. Drops of scented oil were put in strategic 
places (anywhere he was likely to put his nose) and at 
the last minute, cherry flavor lip gloss. I pulled her 
to me and kissed her lightly, whispering "I love you" 
in her ear. Hand in hand we walked into the bedroom 
toward Patrick, standing by the bed.

"Good evening, ladies," he smiled, "Would you care for 
some Champagne?"

The bucket of ice and the bottle was on the dresser, 
and he poured three glasses, handing us each one.

Holding his glass to ours so the rims touched, he said 
"To us." We sipped and chorused "To us." He sat, 
motioning for us to do the same, and smiled.

"There's some cheese and other stuff to eat over there 
if you're hungry," he said, pointing.

"Not for me," Ellie said, exhaling loudly.

"I know you're nervous, relax," Pat told her.

"Am not!" she declared, sipping some Champagne.

"Then why are your knees shaking?" he laughed.

She giggled and blushed, breaking the tension.

"Ok, yeah I am," she said, brushing her hand along his 
jaw, "I want it to be good for you."

"It's been that way from the first, hasn't it?" he 
asked.

"Yes, always, but I want tonight to be special," she 
said.

"It will be," he said softly, "we're together."

He put down his glass and kissed her gently, the 
tenderness obvious in his touch. I moved closer to 
claim my share, pressing my lips against hers as he 
moved to the headboard of the bed. Freed of her earlier 
anxiety, she responded with lust in her eyes, pulling 
me with her to stand next to the bed.

Caressing my breasts through the sheer fabric, she 
untied the strings that held it shut, smoothing her 
hands over my exposed skin, kissing my nipples. I let 
it fall and untied hers, doing the same, then holding 
her close with my thigh between her legs. I 
concentrated on the feel of her body against me, her 
lips to mine, the heat rising from us. I knew she 
wanted to be the first to have Patrick's penis inside 
her, so I pushed her gently to the bed and moved to 
straddle her face with my hips, pulling her panties 
aside with my finger and inhaling her musky scent.

She licked me once, then again, murmuring the love 
sounds I liked so much. I pulled her panties off and 
spread her wide, her knees behind my elbows, opening 
her to his gaze. She was wet with milky liquid ooozing 
from her slit and I dipped my tongue for a taste, 
licking my lips. Several minutes later she tensed and 
came as I sucked her clit, a small one for her, a 
tingly shocky one for me. Sensing she was ready I 
rolled her to the top, telling Patrick "Take her!"

She moaned loudly and buried her face deeper in my 
pussy, sucking my lips and clit deep into her mouth. 
Patrick poised himself behind her and put the tip of 
his cock against her slit, pushing gently forward. She 
raised herself on her hands and arched her back as I 
spread her open with my fingers, allowing him to enter 
about an inch.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" she breathed, her legs trembling. I 
watched from inches away while he slowly pumped 
forward, slipping deeper with each thrust. My nose 
brushed against his shaft as I sucked her clit, making 
her moan. He was half way in when I felt her tense and 
groan with the first of her climaxes, her belly 
tightening to a knot and her juices overflowing his 
shaft.

I licked and swallowed, feeling her tremble again.

She wasn't paying any attention to me and I didn't 
care, I wanted her to come again and again, feeling her 
need.

Patrick's strokes were slow and gentle, lovemaking from 
a caring man. Even so, after four or five orgasms, she 
flattened herself on my legs and groaned "No more!", 
pulling him out of her tunnel. Pat's cock was hard and 
purple at the crown, bobbing in the air near my face. I 
bent my head back and sucked him, licking her cum from 
the shaft and head. She rolled to watch us and I 
stopped, sitting up. I glanced at Pat and got an 
eyebrow, then a shy grin. I could read him! Pulling my 
underwear off, I cuddled to one side of her while he 
laid down on the other, both of us caressing her belly 
and breasts, touching her warm skin.

"Mmmmm," she whispered, "you two are good."

My fingers met his in her fur, and together we stroked 
her to another small one, sucking on her nipples and 
kissing her neck. After that one, she sat up and leaned 
against the headboard, her fingers lightly stroking her 
clit. Figuring she had had enough for the moment, I 
concentrated on Pat, sucking him to full hardness. 

Rolling to my back, I put my knees up and spread myself 
open, motioning for him to come closer. He slid inside 
easily, burying his shaft in my depths and pumping 
quickly, hard fast strokes that nudged my womb. I could 
feel him start to come, my pussy getting wetter and 
looser by the second. I squeezed him hard and held my 
breath, letting him ride my body, urging him to come by 
pinching his nipples.

He cried out once and grunted, slamming his pubic bone 
against me again and again, burying his length as far 
as he could with each thrust. Staying deep at the last, 
he lowered himself to his elbows and kissed me, sweaty 
and tired.

Pat recovered first, and raised his head. He chuckled, 
and told me "Look." I turned my head to see Ellie 
asleep, her hands on her tummy and her ankles crossed.

"Come on, let's get her in the shower and hit the 
sack," he said, getting up. My makeup was gone, my hair 
was a mess and I was hot and sweaty, a very nice tingly 
glow coming from my puss. I'd never felt better.

Pat shook her awake and said "Shower hon, come on," as 
he helped her to stand.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I didn't mean to fall 
asleep."

"S'okay," he replied. We washed her and ourselves and 
returned to the bed, placing her on her side. I tiptoed 
into the nest to check on the babies, finding all 
sleeping soundly.

"We're set," I told him, crawling into bed.

"Mmm," he replied.

"Thank you," I said, cuddling him.

"For what?" he asked.

"For being you, for being the kind of man a woman wants 
to make babies with," I replied.


CHAPTER ELEVEN: "Resolution"


After that, our lovemaking commenced again on a regular 
basis, the sweet warm kind I wanted so badly. I knew I 
loved both Ellie and Patrick in a special way, and my 
spiritual connection to them grew. I found I could 
sense the messages they sent if I relaxed and became 
open to their nods and glances, intuiting what they 
wanted. A caress or a soft kiss said much more than 
words could convey.

Ellie and I fed babies every afternoon, then shared a 
shower or a tub together. Our bodies had changed with 
the births, and it was a delight to explore and play, 
discovering new things. Ellie's inner labia were longer 
now, easier to suck and pull on with my lips. 

She tasted a bit different, her cum thicker and more 
plentiful with a sweeter smell. I resumed my toe play, 
sucking on her toes while she fondled her clit, giving 
her multiple orgasms. The best was after, a sharing of 
breath and lips as we rested, cuddled close with my 
thigh between hers, our nipples touching.

Patrick alternated between us a couple of times a week, 
devoting his full attention to us individually. The 
ritual of bath and loving sex affirmed my presence and 
belonging to them in a way I can't explain. I don't 
know about Ellie, but I liked to fall asleep with his 
cock inside me, especially from the back. He enjoyed 
playing with my ass too, calling it his 'toy'. 

Sometimes when the three of us were together, I asked 
him to enter me that way, leaving my pussy free for 
Ellie. Her fingers inside me while she sucked on my 
clit and Patrick filled my ass gave me tremendous 
orgasms, the scream-till-you-pass-out ones that leave 
you senseless. 

Patrick did have a business to run though, and despite 
his frequent absences he found time to share ideas with 
both of us.

One morning over coffee Patrick asked ""When are the 
girls leaving?" 

"Pretty soon, I think school starts in about 2 weeks," 
I replied.

"Good, I've got a plan to enlarge the place and I don't 
want the construction guys drooling all over the naked 
women in the pool," he laughed.

"What are you going to do?" Ellie asked.

"As soon as the girls leave, I'll have them come out 
and pour the foundations, I'm thinking right behind the 
house, 2 bedrooms on each side with a loft above, maybe 
a skylight in each, then a great room with a big 
fireplace in the center," he said.

"Bathrooms?" I inquired.

"A half bath in each bedroom, full bath at each end, 
plus maybe another tub or something," he replied.

"Finished when?" she asked.

"Foundations and basics this fall, full construction in 
the spring as soon as the weather cooperates, hopefully 
done by June 1st," he said.

"Sounds nice," I said.

"I hope it's enough," he replied.

I told the girls to check their plane tickets and 
confirm their reservations for the flight home, 
discovering it was in eight days, a Monday morning. 
That evening at dinner Edna surprised us all with the 
announcement that she was going to go to the Bahamas 
again for the winter.

"Can't you stay a little longer?" Ellie asked.

"I would honey, but I got to see the babies born, you 
and I are friends again, and you know how much I hate 
the cold weather," she stated.

Ellie sat glumly as Edna continued "Besides, you don't 
need me anymore, you're a big girl now, and I'm so 
proud of you!"

Ellie started crying and went to hug her mother, 
getting a hug in return.

Gwen and Millie, realizing that in a few days their 
vacation would be over, used the pool from dawn to 
dusk, spending the rest of their time in their room. I 
rarely saw either of them in the house except on their 
trips to and from the pool, and then very briefly. I 
didn't press, so they were left to run and do as they 
pleased, as long as they cleaned up any messes they 
made. Patrick took Edna to the airport on Friday night 
to catch a late flight, with the entire family in the 
entryway wishing her goodbye.

Late Friday night I had taken my shower and was sharing 
some quiet time with Rachel in the solarium, watching 
the stars. Patrick was asleep, Ellie by his side, the 
twins in their crib. I heard a small tap on the door 
and Gwen poked her head in, asking "Are you busy?"

I shook my head no, and she came and sat on the floor 
next to me. With her hair up and dressed in her pink 
nightie, she looked innocent and sweet.

Folding her feet under her, she said "Can I talk to 
you?"

"Sure, honey," I replied.

"First I want to thank you for having me, I had an 
awful good time!" she said.

"You're welcome to come back, the doors always open to 
you," I replied.

"I have a problem I don't know how to handle, so I came 
to you... Mom always says to ask her anything, and 
since she's not here, I thought you might be able to 
help," she said.

"What is it, hon?" I asked.

"Millie and I have been talking about what we're going 
to tell people when we get back, and we disagree," she 
said.

"How so?" I inquired.

"Millie wants to keep it a secret and I don't," she 
said.

"Your peers can be awfully cruel," I said, remembering 
what had been said to me after Samantha left.

"I love her and I don't care, they already laugh at me 
'cuz I have two moms," she said, her eyes downcast.

"Your Mother lives with another woman?" I asked.

"Yeah, they've been together since I was little," she 
confided.

"That's wonderful!" I exclaimed.

"I think so too, Mom Andrea spoils me," she giggled.

"Come on," I said, helping her up, "we gotta talk to 
somebody."

I put the sleeping Rachel in her crib and held Gwen's 
hand while we walked to their room for my confrontation 
with Millie. 

Walking in without knocking, I caught Millie pulling 
her nightie over her head, her eyes going wide as she 
saw me.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi yourself, I understand you want to keep Gwen a 
secret," I said, my voice level.

"Yee-aah," she said slowly, "for now anyway."

"Why?" I asked, "are you ashamed of her?"

"No!" she exclaimed, "But I don't think Mom 
understands!"

"What about her?" I said, pointing to Gwen, "don't her 
feelings count?"

"I love you and I'm not ashamed to say it!" Gwen put 
in.

Glancing rapidly between us she seemed to lose her 
balance and sat back on the bed, quietly saying "I 
can't tell her, I don't have the guts."

"Because you haven't told your mother how you feel, 
have you?" I said softly.

"Nuh-nuh-no," she whimpered, starting to cry and 
lowering her head.

I sat on the bed next to her and held her shoulder as 
she cried, Gwen sitting on the other side trying to 
comfort her too.

"You poor confused thing you," I sighed, brushing back 
a strand of her hair.

"How many times have I told you that your Mom is your 
best friend?" I asked.

"Hundreds I guess," she said.

"Remember last year, a conversation you and I had late 
one night by the fireplace?" I asked.

She nodded and I said "Well, I talked to my Mom, that's 
your Aunt Agnes, and she talked to your Mom, and I hate 
to say it sweetie, but I think your secret is already 
out."

"Mom never said anything to me!" she exclaimed, 
bouncing on the bed.

"She wouldn't, there's nothing for her to say.....did 
you think she'd ground you or restrict you from your 
friends?"

"Dad would, he says I'm too young to be thinking of 
sex," she said dejectedly.

"Dads are a little overprotective at times," I said, 
"but your Mother is the one who has the last word in 
that household, remember that!" I said.

"Sorry GF, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Millie 
said to Gwen.

I asked "GF, as in 'girlfriend'? That's cute!"

"No, GF as in Gwendolyn Faith Carmichael, at your 
service, ma'am," Gwen said, making a little curtsy.

"How pretty!" I exclaimed, "it fits you very well!"

She blushed as I gave them both a hug and a goodnight 
kiss, happy her problem had been solved by an adult, 
even one as young as me. I hoped the lesson of always 
being honest would stick with Millie, but I had my 
doubts. Too many times I'd acted and behaved the same 
way, but the truth always came out in the end, and Mom 
had always understood.

***

I checked on Rachel, finding Patrick lowering Phoebe 
into her crib.

"She ok?" I whispered.

"Yeah, Ellie just fed her," he whispered back.

"She asleep?" I asked. He nodded and I stepped close 
for a kiss and a hug. His arms went around me and held 
me close, his hands strong and warm on my butt.

"You and Ellie have been making out," I said.

"How'd you know?" he asked.

"I can smell her on you," I smiled.

"Mmm," he replied, returning to kiss me once more.

I had an idea that he needed to come, I knew I was 
suddenly horny and in need of an orgasm or two. I broke 
the kiss and pushed him toward the stool on the corner, 
pointing for him to sit down. I pulled my nightie off 
and stepped closer, kneeling in front of him and 
pulling his shorts down to his knees. I wrapped my hair 
around his flaccid cock, licking the skin and urging it 
to grow. I cradled his balls and swaddled it in my 
hair, rolling it in the softness, watching him swell. 
The head emerged from his foreskin, wet and shiny in 
the nightlight.

"Mmmmmmm," I murmured, taking it in my mouth and 
shaking my hair out of the way.

It quickly grew to full size, throbbing and pulsing 
against my tongue. I rocked my head up and down, 
swallowing as much of his length as I could with each 
stroke, pushing him into the back of my throat.

He grew harder and bigger, whispering sharply "Cassie!" 
as the first of his come bathed my tongue. I wrapped my 
lips around his shaft and sucked lightly, bobbing my 
head and holding his hips as he spurted jet after jet 
into my mouth. I had become adept at swallowing at the 
right time, milking his shaft to get it all. He sighed 
and slumped, his cock still in my mouth, his fingertips 
on my cheeks, his eyes gazing at me with love. It 
started to shrink, so I released it with a final kiss 
and cuddled closer, nuzzling his neck.

Feeling him sigh deeply, I stood up and picked up my 
nightie, grabbing his hand.

"Come on, handsome, let's go to bed," I said, pulling 
him through the door. Once inside the room, I dropped 
the gown and knelt on the edge of the bed with my knees 
apart, presenting him with what I hoped was a nice view 
of my ass. Fingering myself and lowering my chest to 
the bed, I whispered "Fuck me Patrick, fuck me hard!"

He stood behind me and I felt his partially erect cock 
slide around my wetness, probing for the entrance. It 
slipped in and grew fat once more, opening me and 
filling my insides to the bottom. He gave me long, slow 
loving strokes, deeply in and out, his cock splitting 
my lips with each one. His hands were on my hips, and 
every so often he would caress my ass and insert his 
thumb, making me shiver.

I pressed my clit against his shaft, feeling the bumpy 
veins as they slid by. Ellie moaned in her sleep, 
rolling to her side and we froze, afraid to make noise. 
I squeezed him, getting a tingle inside as he responded 
in kind. A minute later I felt it start below my lungs, 
spreading quickly down and out to my knees and toes, 
numbing them. I shook several times with contractions 
deep inside, the spasms almost squeezing him out. I 
heard him cry out softly once, then again as he erupted 
inside me, getting us both wet and slippery. He slumped 
over my back, kissing my ears and neck, trying to 
breathe quietly. He gradually softened and pulled out, 
rolling me on my side and cuddling close to me. I 
pulled the covers up and kissed him, slowly drifting 
off to sleep.

I woke up early the next morning for some reason, 
sliding out of bed quietly and checking on Rachel. She 
was awake as well, smiling and cooing at me as I 
changed her. I sat in the rocker and nursed her, 
telling her I loved her, her big blue eyes staring at 
me as she sucked. She smiled, releasing my nipple for a 
second before resuming her breakfast and closing her 
eyes. When one was empty I shifted her to the other, 
hoping she'd leave enough for Phoebe. 

After a minute or so, she spit out my nipple, telling 
me she was full. A clean diaper for her bottom and into 
my sling, then I checked on the twins. They had already 
begun doing almost everything as one unit, sleeping, 
eating, even filling their diapers simultaneously.

I changed them both and took Olivia to Ellie, waking 
her up. I carried Phoebe downstairs, intending to make 
coffee. Norma was already by the stove with the 
beginnings of breakfast sitting on the countertop.

"Can you watch her while I feed Phoebe, then I'll help 
you make breakfast for the crowd?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied, taking Rachel and talking to her.

Phoebe nursed quietly and efficiently, emptying me in 
under six minutes by the clock on the stove. I thought 
she might still be hungry, so I took her back upstairs 
to Ellie, who was climbing out of bed with Olivia in 
one arm.

"Got any left?" I asked, "I think PP here may still be 
hungry."

"Some," Ellie said groaning, "Oogy was a glutton this 
morning!"

I walked down the hall and banged on the girls' door, 
yelling "Breakfast in 30 minutes!", then went back to 
shower and get everyone downstairs. I had to tickle 
Patrick awake to get him going, then joined him in the 
shower. I got two luscious kisses, one from each of my 
lovers, then quickly put on shorts and ran down to help 
Norma. 

Between us we scrambled 2 dozen eggs and made pancakes, 
home fried potatoes and toast to go along with several 
pots of coffee. The girls arrived breathless as usual 
and sat, giggling and gulping their orange juice. 
Patrick arrived dressed in his business suit carrying 
Olivia, with Ellie and Phoebe right behind. We put all 
the babies in carriers and sat down to eat.

"Going somewhere?" I asked Patrick.

"There was a message returning my call on the answering 
machine this morning," he replied, "there might be 
something available in Danville, I'm going to take a 
look." I nodded and Norma said "Can you take me with 
you? There's a nice supermarket over there."

"Sure," he replied, "I'm ready whenever you are."

"Peggy called as I was coming downstairs, if the place 
is for her, why not wait and take her with you?" Ellie 
asked.

"Good idea!" Pat smiled.

"I'll wash dishes," I said, "that is if I can get two 
somebody's to help before they run off to the pool," 
looking at Millie and Gwen.

"I'll help," Gwen said, "it's the least I can do."
"Me too, I guess," Millie said, dodging an elbow to the 
ribs from Gwen and giggling again.

An hour later Peggy pulled in, drank one cup of coffee 
and left with Patrick and Norma in the Volvo. The 
dishes were done, the two giggly things were in the 
pool flirting with one another, and Ellie and I were 
sitting at the edge of the pool getting our feet wet, 
talking about our lives.

"Things are getting better around here," Ellie said.

"How so?" I asked.

"We're a family now, a unit... I don't know how to say 
it, but I didn't feel that way until after the twins 
were born," she said.

"Why?" I asked, mildly confused.

"The babies, they made it real, visible...I could feel 
it here," she said, tapping her chest.

"I know what you mean," I replied, putting my hand on 
her thigh.

Taking my hand in hers, she said "I love you, Cassie, I 
really do."

My eyes misted up and I replied "I love you too."

We sat for some minutes, quiet and complete, absorbing 
the emotions that we felt. There aren't words for some 
things.

"There's still gonna be middle of the night feedings, 
ya know," I said to Ellie as I wiped my eyes.

"Yeah, but maybe I won't feel so damn dragged out all 
day," she replied.

"They're growing fast, it won't be long and they'll be 
sleeping through the night every night," I said.

"Yeah, and the next thing you know they'll both be 
wanting prom dresses," Ellie laughed.

"We've become what we used to hate, remember the 
curfews and restrictions?" I asked.

"You think we'll be any better at it than our folks 
were?" Ellie wanted to know.

"Different maybe, but better? I don't know, I honestly 
don't.....the responsibility scares the hell out of me 
sometimes," I replied.

***

Patrick returned, a glowing Peggy by his side. The 
building was perfect, and had four apartments above it, 
two of which were empty.

"Peggy has refused my kind offer of housing here, 
preferring to live in squalor over her clinic," Patrick 
said, his smile proof of the tease. They went inside to 
do paperwork and make a few phone calls, and I called 
on the girls to help unload the groceries from the 
wagon.

The last weekend was spent happily, Peggy stayed until 
Sunday evening, sharing a quiet conversation with Gwen 
and Millie in the den. I knew they were asking 
questions they couldn't get answers for anywhere else, 
and I trusted Peggy to tell the truth. 

Monday afternoon I took the girls to the airport, 
Millie sad and apprehensive, Gwen glad to be going and 
anxious to see her mother. I told her to bring her 
mother the next time, and she said she'd ask. Tearful 
kisses and hugs later, I watched as the plane went 
skyward, carrying the two girls home. Norma was gone 
when I got back, and Pat and Ellie were in the den with 
the babies on the rug, blowing bubbles at them.

"Cute game," I said.

"Yeah, we were playing 'who can wet their diaper the 
most' earlier, but they lost interest when they kept 
winning," Patrick laughed, pointing at the twins.

"I'm for a shower and bed, anybody else coming?" I 
asked as I walked to the bathroom stripping off my 
clothes.

"Be right there," they said.

Cuddled between two of the five people I loved most in 
the world, I fell asleep almost immediately.

***

September 1st brought the construction crews, and we 
used the pool infrequently, mostly after they had gone 
for the day. We saw the first sketches of the addition, 
amazed at the size of the thing. The weather turned 
cold and blustery right after Labor Day, and we closed 
down the pool for the season.

Peggy opened the clinic in mid-November and was swamped 
with business. The local area was full of young couples 
with children who needed medical services and were 
happy to have a Doctor's office nearby. Her regulars 
were bussed in on Mondays and Thursdays from the city, 
after much convincing on her part that the trip was 
free. Peggy lived over the clinic but visited often, 
sharing our meals and company, including a few more 
visits to the hot tub. She said she was too busy to 
think of dating anyone, immersing herself in her work.

Ellie and I were in the solarium nursing one day about 
noon, waiting for the babies to finish up and get 
tucked in for their nap. A grey car towing a U-Haul 
trailer pulled in the drive and went slowly past the 
house in the direction of Art and Norma's place. I 
couldn't see the driver very well, but I assumed it was 
Norma returning from one of her antique-hunting trips. 
I cradled Phoebe and rubbed her back, telling her 
"Hurry up sweetie, Auntie Cassie needs your mommy's 
touch." Minutes later I'd forgotten all about the grey 
car, engrossed in Ellie's fingers and tongue on my 
body.

When I came down to help with supper, I saw a young 
woman listening attentively to Norma by the pantry 
door. Norma saw me and said "Cassie, this is Jill, my 
youngest, she's going to help with dinner tonight."

"Hi! and welcome," I smiled. 

"Hi," she said bashfully, walking over to shake my 
hand. Short blond hair framed her pretty face, her blue 
eyes twinkling. The front of her pants showed a slight 
bulge, and I asked "When are you due?"

"Middle of April, I think," she said.

"More business for Peggy," I laughed, getting a smile 
from Norma.

I got busy helping prepare supper and we chatted a 
little, she was 28 and an RN, up from Harrisburg, 
Pennsylvania. She was looking for work, intending to 
relocate near her Mother. She hinted at marriage 
problems, sometimes holding her stomach and gazing out 
the window.

Peggy showed up for supper (at my hastily telephoned 
invitation), and as we gathered around the table to 
eat, I saw a flash of interest in Peggy's eyes. The 
conversation was amiable and friendly throughout, so we 
invited Jill to the den for drinks. The babies were fed 
and diapered, then left to play on the floor with 
Patrick while we talked. Jill asked a couple of 
questions about childbirth, and I realized she was 
having her first. 

Peggy and Jill sat on the couch together and talked 
about hospitals and nursing in general, with Jill 
becoming more animated as the evening progressed. Both 
declined the offer of the tub and left, chatting with 
their heads together.

***

In the next few days I learned that Peggy had offered 
her a job, along with a place to live, the spare 
apartment above the clinic. Her grey car pulled the U-
Haul back down the drive, and we didn't see much of 
either of them for almost a month.

Thanksgiving was celebrated as a family at our house, 
my Mom and Dad showed up to eat turkey, everyone else 
stayed at home because of the bad roads. I called Omaha 
and talked to Aunt Ellen and Millie, Uncle Jessie was 
finishing up his job in Kansas and would be home for 
Christmas. Gwen and Millie were still a pair, and 
Millie said she had finally confessed her feelings to 
her Mother.

"I'm glad I don't have to hide anymore," Millie told 
me.

"What did your Mom say?" I asked.

"It wouldn't have been her choice, but she 
understands," Millie replied.

"How about the kids at school, you getting any problems 
there?" I asked.

"Some, but nothing we can't handle," Millie replied, "I 
think some of them are jealous!"

"I'm happy for you, Gwen is sweet," I said.

"I know, I know," Millie replied, a smile in her voice.

***

Solid food was being introduced to all three babies, 
Rachel most of all, and we were gradually cutting back 
on the number of feedings per day. Remembering what 
Peggy had told us, I got a diaphragm from her and made 
sure it was in place before any fun with Patrick. He 
felt it one night and asked "No more babies?"

"Not just yet," I replied, "when Rachel gets a little 
older maybe," I grinned. He grunted his understanding 
and continued to make love to me.

Things were normal and happy, the snow started coming 
down on a regular basis and the kids got their first 
taste of being bundled up and taken outside to ride on 
a sled. A week before Christmas, we got some unexpected 
news.

Ellie and I were sitting in the den finishing our lunch 
when Peggy's car drove in and parked. Peggy hurriedly 
entered the house, calling out for us.

"Up here!" Ellie yelled, and we could hear Peggy's 
footsteps running up the staircase.

She dropped her coat and sat on the couch, holding her 
head in her hands.

"Here, have some coffee," I said, handing her a cup.

"Thanks," she murmured, taking a sip.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the clinic?" Ellie asked.

"Jill's there, she can handle the afternoon, I needed 
to talk to you two," she sighed.

"What's up?" I asked, putting a diaper on Rachel.

"I'm in love!" she blurted, her cheeks getting pink.

"Great!" Ellie exclaimed, "good for you!"

"Not great, I'm scared shitless," she replied.

"Why?" I asked.

"I swore I'd never do it again after Ann and here I am, 
40 years old and fucking around with someone at work," 
she sighed.

"Jill?!" Ellie squeaked in surprise.

Peggy nodded once and lowered her head, telling us 
"Yep."

"How did THAT happen?" Ellie asked.

"She's smart and very good with the patients, 
especially the kids," Peggy said, "and one night after 
work we went out to eat, you know that little place on 
the highway between Danville and Sedgwick?"

We nodded and she continued, "Well, it's got this 
romantic lighting and they put us in a booth in the 
back where we could be private, and Jill opened up to 
me, told me a few personal things."

"That's good!" I said.

"Maybe," she said, "anyway, she was married to this 
jerk for 3 years, and she got pregnant thinking it 
might slow him down a little with his drinking and 
chasing after other women."

"That doesn't work," I said.

"Right, but she didn't know that then, and when she 
told him he up and left," she said, "emptied the bank 
account and disappeared."

"Does she know where he is?" I asked, "maybe she can 
get some child support."

"Doesn't know and doesn't care was what she told me," 
Peggy said, leaning back.

"So what's the problem?" Ellie inquired.

"After we ate, I drove back to the clinic and we went 
up the stairs," she said softly.

"And?" Ellie asked.

"She kissed me," Peggy whispered.

"Did you kiss her back?" Ellie giggled.

"Not at first, but as soon as I felt her tongue I knew 
I was lost," Peggy said quietly.

"What's wrong with that?" I asked.

"What is she going to tell her Mother, 'hey ma I was 
married and now I want to sleep with my Doctor?' What 
will Norma say about me, she'll think I'm a pervert who 
seduced her daughter," she said as her eyes clouded up 
and she began crying.

We sat on either side of her and held her until the 
tears stopped. Shaking her head and reaching for her 
cup, she asked "What now?"

"For starters, let her worry about what to tell her 
Mother, then be there when she does," I said, "but I 
have another question, how does she feel about you?" I 
asked.

"We spent that night in my bed, and every night since," 
she said, "and I haven't had orgasms like that in a 
long time."

"She knew what she was doing?" asked Ellie in surprise.

"Oh, you bet!" she grinned, "she's romantic, 
adventurous, open-minded... her body is so soft and 
willing, it's like being sixteen again."

We giggled at that, thinking still waters ran very deep 
indeed. Jill didn't look like the stereotypical 
lesbian, but then I thought looks never counted for 
much anyway, look at Ellie and me.

After Peggy left, we told Patrick and he commented "You 
can't control who you fall in love with, can you?"

***

Christmas was a family function, the five of us got 
together with my Mom and Dad for dinner, and after 
turkey and ham and more cranberry sauce than was good 
for us, we retired to the den to chat.

Dad was getting older, and told us he wanted to retire 
and move to someplace warm, Mom nodding 
enthusiastically. Patrick suggested Texas, near the 
gulf coast, and he and my Dad discussed several 
options. Chad was in Germany, writing Brenda 
faithfully, or so Mom said, due to return in 18 months. 
Winding up the evening, we said goodnight to my folks 
and headed for our bed.

***

The babies were fed and put down for the night, gentle 
kisses from their parents on their cheeks, anxious to 
get in the tub. A quick shower and into the tub with a 
drink, I'd found I could have a glass of brandy or a 
beer late at night and not affect Rachel's food supply. 
The heat and bubbles relaxed us, and Patrick asked 
"What do you intend to do about Norma?"

"Nothing," I replied, "It's none of our business."

"What if she quits?" he asked, "I don't want you two 
here alone if I'm gone."

"If she quits, she quits," Ellie replied, "there's 
nothing we can do."

"Moms know their kids pretty well," I laughed, "chances 
are Norma has some inkling of what her daughter 
prefers."

"What if she doesn't, and blames you for introducing 
them?" he asked.

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," I replied, 
"there's no use worrying about things I can't control."

I finished my drink and gazed at my two partners with a 
sly grin, prodding Patrick's calf with my toe.

"Wanna have some fun tonight?" I asked.

"I thought you'd never ask," Patrick smiled, turning 
off the jets.

We dried off and ran to the bedroom, jumping on the 
bed.

"I want to try something tonight," Ellie grinned.

"Anything you want," Patrick replied.

"Cassie, get in the middle facing this way on your 
hands and knees," she said, directing me with her hands 
on my shoulders.

"Pat, get behind her and do her doggy-style, get her 
nice and wet," she said as she watched us get into 
position. I was already dripping with anticipation, and 
when Patrick rubbed his cock around my entrance, it 
slid in smoothly. Ellie kissed me, caressing my breasts 
and pinching my nipples, then she slid down to lay on 
her back, her pussy within inches of my face.

"Suck me hard," she hissed, "I need you so bad!"

Patrick stroked me deep and slow, his hands playing 
with my ass cheeks. Ellie moaned and came, drenching my 
chin as I sucked her hard, pulling at her clit.

"My feet, Pat, play with my feet!" she groaned, raising 
her knees.

"Mmmmm!" Patrick murmured, "my pleasure!"

A minute or so later Ellie squeaked and tensed as she 
squirted more cum in my mouth, the dual attention 
making her peak quickly. She relaxed and lowered her 
knees, holding my hair and moving her hips, showing me 
where she wanted to be kissed or licked. I felt the 
pressure building and released a little one, feeling it 
dribble down my thigh.

Ellie moved out from under me to kneel on the bed and 
said "Ok, Pat, put it in her ass...you want it in your 
ass, don't you baby?" she asked, patting my rump.

"Unh-huh," I nodded, excited with the idea. Pat probed 
with his finger and spread some of my juices on my ass, 
pressing his thumb in to lubricate me. Shortly after, I 
felt the head of his cock at my sphincter, and relaxed 
to let him inside. As he hit bottom and I felt his 
curls against my ass, I came with a rush, moaning 
"Aaanh! Aaaaanh, aaaaaaaanhhh!"

My hands gripped the sheet, white-knuckled and tense as 
I felt it pass, his cock filling me completely.

"Oooo hoo hoo, that feels good!" I exclaimed, watching 
Ellie finger herself.

"Pat, roll back now, get under her, ok?" Ellie said, 
kneeling once again. We moved as she instructed without 
losing penetration, Pat ending up on his back with me 
on top, his head elevated by a pillow near the 
headboard. My butt was cradled by his belly, his ankles 
holding my legs open, pumping short strokes in and out 
of my ass. I relaxed and enjoyed the warmth of his 
body, closing my eyes as I felt Ellie's mouth on my 
clit. His hands played with my breasts and nipples, she 
was licking and sucking at my cunt like a starving 
child, and I was in heaven.

I felt the bed move and opened my eyes to see her leg 
swing over my face, her dripping pussy and erect clit 
just inches away. She had put two pillows on each side 
of Patrick to raise her knees and was squatting over my 
face, about to resume sucking me. She lowered her body, 
careful to avoid putting any weight on us, and began to 
lick me once more. I parted her lips with my fingers 
and sucked her clit deep, my nose buried in her folds. 
Patrick's hand came into view and his thumb pressed her 
rosebud, making her tense and moan into my pussy.

"Fuck my ass, Pat, fuck me!" she cried, lifting her 
head. He did, matching my tongue motions as best he 
could, his thumb going ever deeper. A minute or so 
later I felt her shake, watching her anus tighten 
around his thumb, her cheeks quivering as she came, 
wailing "Yeaaaaaaah!"

She got up on one knee and lifted her body away, 
fingering her clit. Crouching once again between my 
legs, she continued to lick and suck my puss, starting 
a chain of orgasms for me. With two of her fingers in 
me and her sucking my clit, I had two or three small 
ones in a row, my ass clenching Patrick hard. I felt a 
big one start as my cunt opened, allowing Ellie to add 
another finger to the mix. Patrick began humping 
faster, saying, "Yes, yes, yes," in my ear, telling me 
he was coming. I arched my back and pushed back against 
him, shoving him as deep as he could go, just as I felt 
Ellie's hand slip inside, stretching me wide open.

"Aaaaaaaah!" I screamed, bucking and heaving on the 
bed, thrusting my hips to drive them deep. I rode it 
hard, my eyes closed and gasping for air, screaming 
when I could, my mouth dry and my lips numb.

When I awoke, Patrick was cradling my head in his lap 
and stroking my cheek, a worried look on his face. I 
sat partway up and Ellie offered me some water. I drank 
without stopping, finishing with an unladylike burp.

"God, what hit me?" I croaked.

"I thought you might like that," Ellie smiled, "come 
on, let's shower."

Taking stock of my body as I walked slowly toward the 
bathroom, I felt my asshole tingling with the 
remembered presence of something large, and my pussy 
muscles were tender, almost like after Rachel's 
delivery. I gingerly stepped in the enclosure, joining 
them. Ellie kissed each of the tender places, washing 
and rinsing me clean and doing my hair. My nipples were 
sore, making me dread the morning feeding. I hoped 
Rachel and Phoebe wouldn't be very hungry, an 
uncharitable thought. Ellie dried me and kissed my 
breasts, helping me into a nightie for sleep. The last 
I remember I was curled on my side with Pat behind 
holding me, and Ellie in front whispering "I love you."

***

I gradually became conscious, vaguely aware that 
something warm and wet was on my foot, my big toe 
specifically. Whatever it was left, my toe cooling as 
the air hit it, then something warm and wet on the 
inside of my right thigh, high up. I felt the bed move 
and opened my eyes to see Ellie crouched over me on her 
hands and knees, about to kiss my belly.

She stopped, looking me in the eyes apologetically, and 
said "Good morning."

"Hi," I mumbled. She laid next to me and palmed my full 
breast, gently kneading the softness. Kissing my ear 
she whispered "I'm sorry about last night."

"Why?" I said, raising to my elbows.

"I got carried away," she said quietly, averting my 
eyes. I turned her head to me and said "There's nothing 
to be sorry for, I liked it, you KNOW I liked it."

"Yeah, but my hand, I got all excited and cummy and you 
were loose, and I figured it wouldn't hurt.....you 
scared the hell out of Patrick," she said.

"Where is he?" I asked, sitting up and putting my feet 
to the floor.

"Gone for the day to look at some 'opportunities' was 
what he said," she replied.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"After 9," she replied.

"Rachel missed her breakfast," I said, rubbing my 
breasts.

"I fed her cereal this morning, she's a big girl now," 
Ellie smiled. I nodded and went to pee, taking off my 
gown and sitting on the pot, my head in my hands, 
trying to wake up. Everything from my neck to my knees 
tingled or ached, and I reached for the Tylenol. Ellie 
came in and knelt in front of me, stealing a glance at 
my puss, the most achy part.

"Can I make it up to you?" she asked softly, caressing 
my cheek.

"Where's the kids?" I asked.

"Rachel is with Norma, PP and Oogy are asleep," she 
smiled.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Come back to bed for awhile," she said, grasping my 
hand.

"I need a shower," I said.

"No," she said, and pulled me gently back to the bed.

She pulled off her gown and threw it on the floor, 
telling me "Lay down." I did and she cuddled next to 
me, her leg over mine, her palm on my pubes and her 
face near my ear. She kissed me on the cheek, then the 
jaw, then my mouth, her lips and tongue hungry.

"I love the way you taste," she breathed, "the way you 
smell, your softness, your lips, you drive me crazy 
with wanting you." 

"Mmm," I mumbled.

"Your hair, your toes, your breasts, God how I love 
those! Your sweet pussy, your knees, your ass, even 
your armpits!" she said, grinning.

"MMMM!" I giggled, warming to her touch.

"I don't want to hurt you ever, you're precious to me," 
she said.

"There aren't any rules in our bedroom, you know that," 
I replied.

"Maybe there should be, for nights like last night," 
she said. Kissing me again, her middle finger started 
stroking my clit and I moved, spreading my legs.

I got wet and it went in a ways, probing in shallow 
circles. She bent to kiss my mouth, a warm wet kiss, 
the kind we shared in the afternoons when the kids were 
napping. She slid down a bit and sucked a nipple, 
murmuring "Mmmmm" as my milk started to flow. I closed 
my eyes and let it go, feeling the other one dripping. 
She nursed me firmly, the nipple swollen and part-way 
down her throat, swallowing rapidly. I felt the 
pressure ease and sighed, something inside contracting 
as it did with Rachel.

She switched to the other one after a time, emptying it 
as well, then laying her head on my chest. Her finger 
was still slowly moving in my depths, and I felt the 
heat rising, my pussy squeezing her finger in time to 
her strokes. It was small, a fluttery wisp down deep 
that was barely felt, my body warming with the flush 
and my toes curling, then gone as quickly as it had 
arrived.

"I love you woman," she whispered in my ear, "Very, 
very much."

"I love you too," I replied, feeling her warm dampness 
against my hip. Wrapping my arms around her, I settled 
into the mattress and fell back asleep.

***

I got downstairs in time for a late lunch, and Ellie 
and I spent the afternoon playing with the kids.

A week or so later we were sitting at the island 
sharing coffee with Norma and she said "After Rachel's 
party I'm going to have to leave, I can't work here 
anymore." She didn't say it angrily and she was still 
smiling, so I gathered my courage and asked "Why?"

"'Cause Art and I bought the old Jensen place, and 
we're going to raise horses!" she said gleefully. A 
sense of relief flooded me, thankful it had nothing to 
do with Jill.

"As soon as the kids get old enough, I want you to 
bring them down and start them riding," Norma said, 
"they'll love it!"

I nodded and said "Sure, we can start them this 
summer."

Ellie left the room to check on the kids and I stepped 
to the sink to rinse our cups. Norma came to my side 
and laid her hand on my arm, asking "Do you think Peggy 
will treat my Jill right?"

"Peggy's a good Doctor, she took care of us ok," I 
replied.

"Not that way, I know she's good with babies, does she 
have a good heart?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked, the nauseous lump in my 
throat making it difficult to breathe. 

"I know they're living together and sharing things, 
Mildred called me from town the other day and told me 
she'd seen them together," she stated.

Deciding the best course was to be honest, since I'd 
been preaching it to others I may as well live it, I 
said "I introduced them, Jill is an RN and Peggy's a 
Doctor, they go hand in hand, I didn't know they'd fall 
in love."

"You knew?" she asked, a look of surprise and hurt on 
her face.

"Peggy told us, I haven't seen Jill," I replied.

She looked at me strangely for a few seconds making me 
cringe inside, I hadn't meant to hurt her. She stood 
staring at me wringing her hands, the tears dripping 
from her cheeks. After a minute or two, she took a deep 
breath and wiped her eyes, a small smile on her face.

"I saw it early on, I knew it and refused to accept it 
deep down, I guess this is the proof, huh?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Norma," I said.

"Nothing to be sorry for, Cassie, all I want is my kids 
to be reasonably happy. I can't live their lives for 
them, or make their choices," she said.

"Peggy is a good person, she'll treat her right," I 
smiled.

"That son of a bitch she was with never gave her 
nothing but heartache and grief the whole time she was 
married to him," she declared, "at least Peggy 
understands her."

"Yes, she does," I said, folding Norma into my arms and 
hugging her.

We stayed that way until Ellie came back to the room 
and coughed, getting our attention. Norma shook herself 
and wiped her eyes, then looked at me and said 
"Thanks," bending to unload the dishwasher. I mouthed 
'later' to Ellie, getting her nod, and went to check on 
the kids.

Later that night we heard the doorbell about 9:30. The 
kids had been fed and put down for the night and the 
three of us were in the den discussing the day. Patrick 
got up to answer it and returned with Peggy and Jill, 
both flushed and grinning.

"What happened, you two win the lottery or something?" 
Ellie laughed.

"Better, we just came from supper at my Mom's place," 
Jill replied.

"Her mother is an absolute sweetheart!" Peggy 
exclaimed.

"I take it all is well on the home front?" I asked 
wryly.

"You bet!" they said together, giving us a chuckle.

We sat and talked for almost an hour, sipping drinks 
and munching snacks, Jill and Peggy relating the 
conversation over supper.

"She told us she wanted us to be as happy as you two," 
Jill grinned.

"I'd say that was a gimme," I laughed, taking Ellie's 
hand and squeezing it.

"Is it too late for the hot tub?" Peggy asked.

"Never too late," Patrick smiled, getting up and 
walking away.

We left Jill and Peggy quietly talking in the den and 
went to the tub, immersing ourselves in warm bubbles 
and heat. Peggy entered the room with Jill in tow, 
looking around apprehensively.

"She took some convincing," Peggy grinned.

Jill blushed as Peggy undressed and hung her clothing, 
then started on her.

Small and slender like her mother, she had dainty 
looking feet and gorgeous legs, a smattering of brown 
curly hair nestled between them.

At 6 months, she was carrying low and out, her stomach 
a round bulge. Her breasts were full and tight, the 
nipples wide and tan. 

They showered, washing each other, the love they felt 
evident in the way they touched. Ellie leaned to me and 
whispered "She's making me horny."

"Did we look like that?" I asked Patrick.

"Mmm-hmm," he nodded.

Jill blushed again when she stepped out, seeing 3 pairs 
of eyes glued on her, but held Peggy's arm and climbed 
up to dangle her feet in the warm water. Peggy dunked 
herself and sat between Jill's legs, kissing the inside 
of her knee. Jill rubbed Peggy's temples, getting a low 
moan and a sigh. No one said much, it was an intimate 
moment shared among friends, the best kind. 

Too soon, we looked like prunes and got out. Peggy 
whispered, "Can we stay the night?" in my ear after Pat 
and Ellie had gone to the bedroom.

"Sure, you know where everything is," I smiled.

I watched them walk down the hall, Peggy carrying their 
clothes and Jill trying to cover herself with her 
hands, unused to being nude.

As I entered the bedroom I saw Patrick kissing Ellie, 
his hands on her ass holding her close. Pinning my hair 
back I stood close and asked "Any room in there for 
me?"

***

Postscript: Some time has passed since I was able to 
work on this, I better fill you in. We have a computer 
now, but so much has happened I hope I don't forget 
anything.

Dad and Mom live in Florida, the east coast side near 
Jacksonville. The hardware store is being run by my 
brother and his new bride, the former Brenda Jackson. 
They live in the old house, and Brenda is fixing up a 
nursery for her first.

Uncle Jessie retired and bought 40 acres on the 
outskirts of Omaha, he and Aunt Ellen are going to 
raise Llamas, those cute fuzzy things that look like 
horses with a lot of hair. 

Edna comes and goes a lot but usually spends Christmas 
with us, bringing the kids exotic presents from far-off 
places. Can anyone use three toddler-sized muu-muus?

Millie is living with Gwen and her mothers, getting 
ready for their last year of school. The four of them 
stayed about a month with us last summer and had a 
wonderful time. Lucinda looks like Gwen's sister, and 
Andrea is a short-haired intense woman who tends to be 
very protective, but kind and gentle with the kids.

Jill had a boy and named him Timmy, a chubby little guy 
that is very active and happy. Peggy and Jill are still 
a romantic twosome, working in the clinic. Ellie and I 
run a day care center for them and the other folk's 
right next door, the twins and Rachel forming a nucleus 
of raucous happy kids.

Art and Norma got married, and Patrick sent them to 
London for 2 weeks for their honeymoon. Norma let it 
slip that her grandmother had been born there and she's 
always wanted to see the place. Their horses are doing 
well, and the stables are a thriving business. 

The addition was completed on time if a bit over 
budget, and we now have enough room for everybody to 
visit. Rachel was finally weaned except for the odd 
moment when she's cranky and tired, and I'm six months 
pregnant with number two. I'm carrying like Jill did, 
low and out front, so I hope it's a boy. We plan to 
name him Patrick Paul, after his father.

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