Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Assassin
Part: Chapter 25 of 27
Summary: Ass, sass and sin.  A young assassin does more 
than befriend people when he tries to get close to his 
targets.
Keywords: Mf, oral, ff-nosex
Language: English
Copyright: 2009

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I needed a cover story while I got close enough to a 
slippery bastard called Adam Pringle to make sure he 
didn't cause any more grief in the world.

Somehow I ended up screwing my foster-sister Anna as well 
as two of her friends, Hailey and Rosalie.

Somehow we all fell in love.

Somehow things are falling to pieces.

*SOMEHOW* I've got to try and settle this mess without 
breaking too many hearts.
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I stripped down to my boxers and left a set of clothes 
folded on one side of the window with Hailey's on the 
other.  My door was snibbed.

"Will we have to run?"

"Not far if we do and that depends if your parents decide 
they want to bring you back now you've shown how 
'ungrateful' you are."

We climbed into bed - a novel experience for Hailey.  
We'd "slept" beside and even upon a bed together but 
never gotten between the sheets with the intention of 
actually sleeping.  We whispered a little, speculating on 
the "discussions" taking place in Anna's room.

"Will you really come back?"

"For as long as I'm wanted!"

Hailey showed me I was.

Laying against me with her head on my chest, she was 
ideally situated to make her tongue flicker across my 
nipple; she was ideally situated to feel the effect it 
had upon me and to take hold of that effect.

As I grew harder and my breathing turned to gasps she 
slid down and pulled the waistband over my prick so her 
lips could surround me.  Ragged breathing became 
staccato-like punctuated expressions of pleasure.  Then 
suddenly nothing.

Hailey stopped and worked her way back up along my body.

"Condom?"

I reached into my drawer, felt inside a pair of socks, 
and returned with a packet.  Hailey took it from me, tore 
it open with her teeth and rolled it down over me.  I 
wondered how her teachers at the convent-run school would 
view what she had learned since she'd met me; surprised 
at least - I know I was, in a very pleased way.

Hailey simply tucked my boxers under my balls and moved 
hers to one side.  Without further ado we were joined and 
Hailey ground herself onto me as she knelt astride my 
hips.

"Tell me.  Again!"

"I love you Hailey."

"Why?"

"Why do I love you?"

"Yes."

"Because you were friendly from the first time you saw 
me; cheeky, happy.  Because you talk sensibly - we talk 
with each other not at each other.  Because you could 
react calmly when Rosalee crashed our date - but you 
didn't lay down for her."

"That came later."

"Did I mention your sense of humour?  You are loving; and 
adventurous in your love making; caring then and later.  
You make my heart race faster when I see you, when I hold 
you."

"They are symptoms not the cause!"

"Because you are argumentative when you're right?  Oh, 
and did I mention you are gorgeous and sexy as hell?"

"That's it?"

"Well I did miss the fact you love me.  That actually 
counts pretty highly too."

"And the sex?"

"That's a result - not a cause, but I love how this 
feels." 

Hailey had her hands on my chest and was gyrating her 
hips while squeezing me somehow.  She felt me come but 
paused only long enough to lean forward to kiss me before 
continuing just as before.

I stayed hard and Hailey soon found just the right spot 
to take her to her reward.  I was worried Brent might 
start banging the wall - from where I was the mattress 
seemed awfully noisy.  It must have been just my 
imagination though as Hailey came, and collapsed onto me, 
without interruption.

We lay together for a little while and then she carefully 
climbed off of me.  I tidied up and, with a few tender 
kisses, we settled down to really sleep.

---

I woke to answer my phone.  "Three p's have phoned.  I 
took the calls so you weren't bothered.  Check out will 
be six P.  We'll call by before.  Okay?"

"6P.  Thanks - for everything."

"What's up?"

I looked at the clock.  Ma and Doug would be getting up 
in about 45 minutes.  Hubby must have thought I might 
appreciate a little time before then.  I did.

"Want a shower?"

"With you?"

"If you like."

"I like."

We grabbed our clothes and quietly stepped between my 
bedroom and the bathroom.  The house was still around us.

Hailey looked at me and then the toilet.

"Oh sorry.  I'll be back in a minute."

"Don't worry.  What's to see anyway?"

She dropped her underwear and sat down.  I moved to the 
shower stall and turned on the water.

Only to warm it up of course.  It wouldn't be to mask my 
embarrassment!  There was a flushing sound and Hailey 
laughed quietly.

"You're funny you know."

"I guess I'm not used to it."

I got a hug and, deciding that I wouldn't be able to 
stand the sound of running water, gritted my teeth and 
lifted the seat.

Hailey watched my face rather than looking down - daring 
me to quit.  I just blushed instead.

"You're sweet as well.  I like to see you're human; you 
seem so self-assured most of the time."

I took her in my arms and walked her backwards into the 
shower.

"Ooo!  And Horny!"

"When you look and feel like this I wouldn't be human if 
I wasn't horny."

"If I live here do you think Anna and Rosalee and I will 
be able to share showers?"

"Do you think anyone would really be able to stop you?"

"No, but it would be nice not to have to worry about 
being told off."

"Oh I think that only happens when you tell Ma and Doug 
you've been harbouring a teen fugitive in their house 
without their knowledge or approval."

"They aren't likely to be cross are they?"

"We'll find out soon."

I washed Hailey's hair and she washed mine and I found us 
two more towels so she could wrap her head while we dried 
each other.

If having a shower with a beautiful young lady was a good 
way to start the day, being blown as she kneels in front 
of you is even better.  It was only a quick tease but it 
felt even better than it had during the night.  We 
dressed again and I got to practise doing a bra up before 
we slipped out and downstairs.

I put the coffee on and made us toast.  By the time Ma 
showed up our dishes were in the sink and we were sitting 
at the table chatting.

"Morning Ma."

"Good morning Mrs Jamieson."

"Good morning.  I assume there is going to be an 
explanation?"

"Yes, but it might be best to wait for Doug."

"Then I might as well get his breakfast as well as mine 
so we can hear it all the sooner."

Doug walked in ten minutes later after she'd stuck her 
head through their bedroom door and hurried him up 
without explanation.

"Oh!  Good morning."

"Sit down and have your breakfast dear - Roger and Hailey 
will talk as we eat."

There would be no morning paper with breakfast for Doug 
but the news I imparted would have made it pale anyway.

---

I had the most trouble convincing Ma and Doug that I 
wasn't lying when I said the paperwork to put both 
Rosalee temporarily in their care would be finalised this 
afternoon - and legal guardianship would soon follow.

I couldn't say that people had already been to both 
girls' houses and had spent a couple of hours 
"investigating" each family.  By lunchtime they would be 
willing to sign responsibility for their purportedly 
delinquent daughters over to the state and it would be a 
matter of minutes for a tame judge to rubberstamp their 
transfer into the Jamieson's care.

At the same time an application would be lodged on the 
Jamieson's behalf for guardianship of the girls.  In a 
couple of months (further haste would raise too many 
eyebrows) the girls would become their wards rather than 
their foster-daughters.  I pointed out that this was 
subject to their okay and they weren't to feel railroaded 
into accepting the situation.

I asked Hailey if she would check on the others and while 
she was gone I gave Doug a phone number to call.  In 
addition to confirming my story they broke the news that 
I would be leaving later that day.  I asked him and Ma 
not to pass that information on to the girls yet.

He was still not entirely convinced that this was not an 
elaborate joke or a plan on my part (in collusion with 
the three girls) to get him to provide a refuge for 
Hailey.  His doubt would even continue after the court 
documents were in his hands but you know what they say, 
"Just because you are paranoid doesn't mean people 
*AREN'T* out to get you."  I had much more to do with 
balls rolling in the directions that they had once my own 
balls had complicated our lives.

I think he might have finally believed me when I asked if 
he could be home early tonight as there would be three 
females who might appreciate his support - I knew Anna 
would.

"If Rosalee is here for a while, Hailey can stay as well 
until we work things out."

"Thanks, I'll make sure you get plenty to cover their 
needs."

"Money?  I know you've got a trust fund but that's for 
you to get by on."

"I'd ask you not to tell the girls the amount but I can 
lay my hands on over a million now and in a few years I 
will have five or six more.  I haven't had anyone care 
for me like Anna, Rosalee and Hailey.  When we've all had 
a chance to mature a bit more I hope we can find a way to 
stay happy together - certainly money won't be a 
problem."

"You really are going?"

"For now Ma but I will be dropping in from time to time."

Doug was puzzled.

"I don't understand that.  I thought the witness program 
gave you a new identity and that was that."

"The movies aren't quite like the real thing.  There are 
thousands of itinerants or people moving from one place 
to another in any big city just hoping for a better life.  
It is much easier to bring someone in for six months to a 
year or so and then move them on before they let 
something serious slip.  Things worked out a little 
differently here - I fell in love and wanted to stay.  
Someone else died and I get moved out early.  If people 
sniff after me I'll be gone.  Give me a month or two and 
I can visit though I can't 'come back'.  Give me five 
years and I should have left all this behind me and can 
come out of the woodwork.  I hope I'll be welcome."

"If this is on the level then I think so - despite the 
furore over the past few days.  We like you Roger.  Have 
from day one and it was only Anna's youth and your own 
that worried us.  Thought I guess there's plenty to worry 
about still."

"*YOU* won't have to have mother-daughter arguments in 
triplicate!"

"Now Ma - you used to wish you could have had another 
daughter."

"A baby girl is one thing; you get 12 or so years before 
puberty turns her into the enemy."

"You never had much problems with Anna.  She did come to 
you when she was thinking of..."

"After she started having... - apparently!"

They both turned to glare at me.

"I can apologise for upsetting your household but not for 
loving your daughter."

There was a laugh behind us.  "Told you he was sweet."

Three girls entered the kitchen and gave me a hug one 
after the other.  Anna gave me a kiss then rewarded her 
parents with one as well.

"Why aren't you in your school clothes?" asked Ma.

"Since Roger is going to be leaving,..."

Anna wasn't crying but I thought she and Rosalee had done 
more than make love after we left.

"...and since Hailey probably can't go to school today 
*AND* since Rosalee is not much better off, we were 
hoping you might let us stay home today.  Please?"

Doug waved his hand as if to say, "What did it really 
matter any more."

"It's only..."

He stopped.  If I was going this evening the four of us 
did only have hours left.  He'd promised not to tell the 
girls while wondering if he was being played for a fool.  
He decided to trust us - one more time - even though on 
our past record we gave him little reason to.

"If Ma has no objections then I guess you can be sick 
today."

"I guess not.  I've got to be out and Brent will be up 
and gone soon but I trust you to keep the house tidy.  If 
you keep quiet so no-one knows you're here you could just 
ignore the Police."

"They've been taken care of," I assured Ma.  There would 
be no Police looking for Hailey because none knew she was 
missing.  As far as her parents knew she was already in 
detention and facing charges.  I thought Solicitation was 
too much but the psych people supposedly knew which 
buttons to push and by the time her parents found out 
they were mistaken the steps to remove Hailey from their 
responsibility would be completed.

"How?"

"The people who are organising the paperwork for Rosy and 
Hailey took care of it.  She's no longer a runaway."

Ma noticed Doug look at the kitchen clock after shaking 
his head in disbelief.

"Just go Dear.  I'll let you know if anything happens."

"Okay Ma.  You kids play safe - hear?  And I don't just 
mean as far as what you get up to yourselves.  If either 
of your parents come looking for you, call for help 
before it is needed!"

"They'll be safe," I assured him.  By the time either set 
of parents got out of their homes, or the law offices or 
wherever they were, they would be thinking of everything 
*BUT* seeking out their offspring.

Ma believed me more than Doug did.  "They *WILL* be okay.  
Go!"

Doug went and I helped make breakfast for Anna and 
Rosalee.  An offering that wouldn't go anywhere near 
placating them for my immanent departure.

Brent came down as they were finishing and was surprised 
his mother was so okay with Hailey sitting on my lap.  He 
bit his tongue about her heading for my room during the 
night; I might not have been there after all though he 
saw no signs I'd bunked down on the Family Room floor.

He snorted his coffee though when Anna's paused "W-e-l-l, 
..." in answer to Ma's "What are you going to do today 
then?" brought the response, "Don't spend it all in bed.  
There is more to life than sex!"

The was muted laughter and we passed a tea towel.  
Rosalee only made it worse for him though by belatedly 
adding her two cents worth.

"It's better than 'Days of Our Drearies' though."

Ma smiled, "I have to agree with you there dear."

Brent looked at us.  "Okay, what have you done with my 
mother?"

"Nothing much dear.  Convinced me that young love is as 
valid as old love I suppose, or rather reminded me, and 
even if young candles burn hot and fast they can shine 
brightly and some last far longer than you expect."

"Now she's clapping with one hand while trees are falling 
on top of mimes in empty forests.  Did someone fine some 
magic mushrooms?"

Brent sniffed the remains of his coffee.

"Leave her alone," Anna defended her mother.  "It's 
beautiful; we're like a birthday cake."

"Please! Something that lasts a little longer - the giant 
candles in the cathedral - they're about a metre long and 
as thick as my arm.

"Sorry Love, I stand corrected."

Brent looked from his sister to the girl on my lap and 
back to his mother.  All three were teasing him and it 
was only a lack of opportunity that kept Rosalee and 
myself from joining them.

"Rosalee and Hailey will be staying with us for a while - 
possibly for a long while."

"Where?"

"Rosalee has her gear in the guest room so I guess she's 
there.  Hailey may as well be in Roger's room." 

"Good.  That bed is comfortable; much nicer than my old 
one."

"I was going to say that too Ma.  I think my mattress 
needs replacing - it isn't anywhere near as comfortable 
as Roger's."

Brent recalled the fuss before breakfast the previous 
morning.  He hadn't been awake enough to register more 
than the noise; now Anna's comments made him think more 
clearly.

"You were in Roger's room yesterday morning!" he pointed 
at Anna.  "And you!" (Hailey)  "You were there last 
night."

When he turned to Rosalee she piped up, "Don't look at 
me.  I'm always the last to sleep with him."

Brent simply lifted his arm and pinched his flesh then 
stood and looked at the calendar.  "Not April First!"

"Brent?" 

"Yes Ma?"

"This is a family matter.  I'd like you to respect your 
sister's privacy and not gossip please."

"Privacy?" 

Anna took the plates she and Rosalee had used to the 
sink, returned and bent to give Rosalee a clearly loving 
kiss.  While her brother remained gob-smacked Hailey got 
one and then me.

"Privacy! Right."  Brent shook his head much as Doug had 
done.  "No-one would believe me anyway," he muttered.

"Thanks Brent," Anna gave him a hug.

"Well if you're going to be here all day can I get you to 
vacuum the Lounge and Family Room please Anna and perhaps 
you can organise Rosalee's clothes.  There seemed to be 
some that might be small and we need to know if you need 
anything else.  What have you got with you Hailey?"

"Not much Ma.  A small pack and my school bag."

"Is there anything special you need?" I asked.

"Not really, I just haven't got much to change into."

"Well if you have to wear your birthday suit at least it 
won't be a novel experience."

Brett looked at his mother again.  "No, tell me, really, 
what are you smoking?  I'm off, or someone is.  Catch you 
all later."

He headed off upstairs and I had Hailey stand.

"Vacuum cleaner!"

I took it from its cupboard in the Laundry and the four 
women in the Kitchen applauded their emancipation from 
the housework.  I headed into the Lounge first - I wanted 
a word alone with Brent before he left.

When he came down the stairs again I hailed him and he 
joined me while the vacuum cleaner's noise masked our 
voices.

"Brent I'd like to say it has been nice staying here with 
you.  I'm going later today so I might not get a chance 
to say goodbye.  I'm sure the others will explain.  I'd 
ask you not to say anything to the girls before I go and 
to look out for their reputations while I'm gone.  I'd 
much appreciate it; this city is a mixture of the broad-
minded and those much more focussed on their own sense of 
importance and Hailey and Rosalee have already been 
hurt."

"Okay but you have to tell me - truthfully.  Have you 
really been sleeping with all three girls?"

"Not so much sleeping but, yes, when they are not busy 
with each other."

"How did you manage it?  You've been here hardly any time 
at all!"

"Charm.  Simply charm - plus this magic quarter which I 
can sell to you for only twenty dollars."

I swear Brent actually thought about reaching for his 
wallet.

"Where are you going?  And why?"

"I'm not sure.  Wherever the Feds decide - the others 
*WILL* explain.  But I hope to be back from time to 
time."

"Well if you can convince Ma things are sweet, you're 
welcome.  I'm not sure Dad will like it after yesterday 
morning but he generally listens to Ma.  Maybe I should 
see about getting a girl to sleep over."

"If you do, I'd suggest looking outside the house.  I've 
got an interest in the girls here."

"I don't think Anna would share anyway - she never let me 
borrow her toys before."

"I think she might hang onto these two even more than her 
Barbies."

"I have to say, seeing everything in the Kitchen, you 
have to be crazy to leave."

"I know.  Short-term pain for long-term gain - I hope.  
Only time will tell."

"Well I've got to go so see you when I see you."

"Bye Brent."

---

Ma was obviously enjoying herself.  Instead of a teenager 
whose budding sexuality was a worry, even a threat, she 
now had a companionable daughter who didn't have to worry 
any more that her parents might discover she was sexually 
active.

They - and the two new "daughters" would be able to 
comment knowledgably on matters they had previously had 
to pretend ignorance about.  Ma wouldn't want to hear 
about Anna's actual sex life but seeing her leave my room 
- or either of the girls' now - wouldn't precipitate 
another crisis.

When I walked through to put the vacuum away Ma sent the 
three of them up to make the beds.  "I want to speak to 
Roger."

There was a coffee waiting for me thirty seconds after I 
sat where directed.

"They are going to be upset.  They are now but are 
holding it in.  Are you really coming back or is this 
moving on time?  I'd just like to know so I can deal with 
whatever comes up when it matters."

"Ma, if I don't come back it's because I can't for some 
very, very good reason.  I'll see you have a number 
before I go and an email address.  They may be post boxes 
just taking messages and passing them on but I will get 
them and I will reply when I can.  It might be eight 
weeks before I can visit; I'll keep in touch as best as I 
can."

"You seem very self-assured for even a 19 year old."

"I had to grow up fast.  My mother died in hospital after 
being beaten and I saw my father being killed.  Those 
involved were never convicted for that though most have 
been arrested for one thing or another.  I wasn't really 
close to either of them - you and Doug have been better 
parents in the short time I was here which is why I felt 
you would look after Hailey as well as Rosalee."

"Just see you do come back - for me this time!"

"Thanks Ma."

"How will you go?"

"Police car, I think.  I'll be arrested for something I'm 
supposed to have done.  They'll take me off and you get 
the evidence to show I'm gone then in a little while my 
name is cleared and I'm free to come back."

"As our foster son?"

"I think that chapter closes tonight.  Would potential 
son-in-law do?"

"Potential as in sooner, or later?"

"As in never know what might happen someday.  I don't 
think I can marry one and not the rest, though there 
might be some fundamentalists in Utah willing to tie us 
three knots even if no-one else recognises it as binding.  
Of course that might be three knots for each of us and 
I'm not so sure they go for that."

"Maybe one day a simple ceremony with the four of you 
standing by the flowing lava on Hawaii.  Your own vows 
and no-one but each other to witness it."

"You wouldn't want to be there?"

"If I survive three teenage girls for the next couple of 
years, of course I do.  By then it would be three 
daughters and a son all getting married."

"Sounds incestuous."

"Sounds impractical."

Well marriage - legal, personal, formal, informal, 
singular, plural or somehow otherwise - was a matter for 
after I retired.  Too much could change to consider it 
seriously, though daydreaming about such things wasn't 
the strict prerogative of teenage girls - and their 
mothers.

"Go and find them Roger.  Say goodbye properly.  Let them 
know your feelings so that if you don't come back they at 
least know.  If you have to break their hearts do it 
gently but quickly - don't drag it out."

"Ma - I *WILL* be back."  I kissed her cheek.

"Go!"  She sent me upstairs.

I went but I heard the first heart breaking behind me and 
going back *WOULD* only drag it out.

Upstairs there was a mixture of activity and depression.

---

"Hey!  I forbid anyone from getting the blues today.  The 
sooner I go the sooner I can come back."

"But if you stay you're back even faster."  Rosalee's 
logic was impeccable but irrelevant.

"Do you really want to waste the day when you could have 
been at school?"

"Hell no!" Rosalee rallied the troops, "let's do some 
quiet study!"

The pillows were swung barely softly enough to avoid 
major injury.

"Okay - one of you make a suggestion then!"

"I'd like to spend the day like the last two Saturdays - 
lazing, loving, naked together.  Ma's going soon and she 
said she'll be back to put dinner on so we have a few 
hours to ourselves.  I like the idea of having the whole 
house to roam in - it's bigger than the motel room."

I liked the images Anna described.  I hadn't set my heart 
on the Pringle property though I did like the setting.  
Perhaps something closer would be better - not enough 
grounds for horses but adequate seclusion from the 
neighbours so we had an inside and out.  I would be 
spending my free time on local real estate sites while I 
was gone!

I knew that, while we would share time, and loving, 
together today, I would have to say a very personal 
goodbye to each young woman who loved me.  Before I could 
make any suggestion though, Anna pulled me out of 
Rosalee's room.

"I think you need to take Rosalee to your bed tonight.  
You've spent plenty of nights with me and now a couple 
with Hailey.  If you are going soon then *SHE* should 
have the next couple of nights."

"Anna, Sweetheart."

"And you don't have to only call me Sweetheart any more.  
I don't mind you calling Rosalee or Hailey that too."

I nodded.  "You are still my sweetheart though and I 
don't think I'll be here to share my bed tomorrow night - 
or tonight."

"So soon!?"

"Ah huh."

"You'd better bloody miss us!"

"Already."

"Well go and get Rosalee now and take her in there."

"Before Ma goes?"
 
"And stay there 'til lunchtime!" 

"What about you and Hailey?"

Anna grinned.  "We'll manage somehow."

"Well don't wear yourselves out because I'd like to say 
goodbye to you as well."

We rejoined the others.  Hailey was teasing Rosalee, 
saying she should model some of her lingerie for me - or 
for her.  Since it was essentially the same style in 
different colours I think the idea was more to have 
Rosalee displaying something likely to highlight the soft 
furred outline of her pussy.

Rosalee's curves were soft.  She would look lovely in her 
underwear and I said so.  I did suggest she give me a 
private showing though and picked up three pair and added 
a t-shirt from her discard pile.

"Come on!"  I grabbed Rosalee's hand and dragged her 
laughing down the corridor.

"I don't think that fits," she objected to the top I had 
picked.

"Then we'll be creative."

I was creative if not particularly original when the door 
closed behind us.  My arms engulfed Rosalee and I pressed 
my face against her neck.  I drank her scent deeply, 
wanting enough of her to keep my memory of her fresh in 
the coming weeks.

Rosalee turned and my lips travelled across her cheek to 
find her mouth.

"Mmm.  That makes it worth it by itself."

"What?"

"Feeling you harden while we kissed.  You might have had 
to tell us all sorts of stories but you can't hide the 
fact your body wants me.  Knowing you love me is worth 
finding out my parents don't."

"Maybe I just lust after you."

"No.  If that was the case you could have had me without 
the need for all the niceties, nor would you have needed 
to ask Mr and Mrs Jamieson to help me out.  You lust 
after me - as I lust after you - but there is no *JUST* 
involved."

"I'm lusting to see how you look in that t-shirt."

"Not in the knickers?"

"Knickers are optional."

I hadn't had enough experience undressing my three lovers 
- or anyone else.  I doubt whether I would ever consider 
I had *ENOUGH*.  I knew I liked doing it though - perhaps 
in compensation for a lack of Christmas and Birthday 
presents to unwrap.

This time I had buttons to undo.  Buttons down the front 
of Rosalee's blouse; buttons down the side of her skirt.  
The blouse fell open displaying a simple white bra; the 
skirt fell to the floor revealing light green panties.  
Both were of soft cotton that allowed my hands to feel 
the girl underneath.

We kissed again, and again, and somewhere along the line 
I unhooked the clasp between her shoulder blades.  We 
separated and I drew the sleeves of her blouse and then 
the straps of her bra down her arms.

"I enjoy the look of your breasts almost as much as the 
feel."

"They aren't too big?"

"Not *TOO* big; nicely big."

"I get teased about them at school sometimes."

"I might tease you too you know."

"I don't mind *YOU* doing it.  You still treat them 
nicely."

"The others don't?"

"A careless elbow or book followed by an 'I didn't see 
you' apology."

"You'll have Anna and Hailey to kiss it better if they do 
it again."

"Right there and then?  More scandal!  I'd prefer it if 
you could come and see to it."

"In a girls' school!  Look what happened when I tried to 
encourage your soccer team."

"You should have encouraged them like this - we might not 
play any better but we would have had a full turnout 
every week."

I had been cupping Rosalee's tits and rubbing my thumbs 
across the front.

"You think your coach would like me doing it though?"

"You could only try.  Most of the girls would love it."

"How many more parents would I upset?  I'm really sorry I 
messed things up for you."

"Don't be.  I'd have been caught out at some time when I 
started dating - you know me, can't be trusted to do 
things properly.  I would have been in the shit sooner or 
later over something."

"Don't do that.  Don't put yourself down.  I'm sorry if 
we've made you feel we think of you that way.  You are 
incredibly intelligent and thoroughly adventurous.  If 
your high spirits lead you into doing things before 
you've considered all the ramifications then you are just 
like most other people - including the rest of us.  You 
have fun, you enjoy life and you enjoy yourself.  You 
have to be aware that we love you because you're like 
that."

"Not because of these?"

"Oh, *THESE* aren't a bad reason to lust over you but 
they aren't a reason to love you."

"What happens next then?"

"We get you settled, I come back when I can, we get a 
little older and either grow closer or apart."

Rosalee giggled.  "Silly - I meant with the t-shirt!"

"Sorry.  Preoccupied I guess, and I *WOULD* much rather 
think of fun things."

I released Rosalee's breasts and she let go of my waist.  
I held the t-shirt up against her.

"Oh, it's not a *BAD* fit."

Rosalee was scornful.  "If I was flat-chested."

"Shall we do something about that?"

"I don't want my boobs removed if that is what you have 
in mind."

"Far from it.  Let's see how well it fits as is."

Rosalee shook her head.  "Crazy!"

While she dressed I raided my tool box.

"I told you it was too tight!"

I faced her.  "Rosalee, my love, you have no idea how 
wrong you are.  It may be uncomfortably snug but there 
isn't a man alive who would consider it *TOO* tight."

Rosalee turned to look at herself front on and sideways 
in the mirror on my wall.  "That would be okay if I could 
breathe.  Dad and Mr Fletcher aren't likely to be on your 
list though."

"Forget about them and we'll see about giving you some 
breathing room."

A judicious snip under each armpit eased the fabric 
across Rosalee's front and another down the middle of her 
neckline stopped it strangling her and exposed the 
cleavage of her gathered breasts.  I ran my thumbs across 
her covered nipples and they grew to prominence.

"There!"  I stood looking over her shoulder at her 
reflection with her.  "Like the effect?"

"I wouldn't want you modifying all my wardrobe but this 
does look better."

I folded the bottom up so it left her belly bare."

"Perhaps a little shorter?"

The material was snug there as well.  Rosalee hadn't 
grown as much around her middle but it was an old t-
shirt.

"I think so."

I measured with my hand and snipped a hole in the fabric 
to allow access for the rounded point of the scissors.  
(Is that an oxymoron?)  When I had done across the back I 
turned Rosalee to face me and continued cutting.

"Isn't that a little short?"

"Remember what I said about too tight?  There is also no 
such thing as too short."

I finished and Rosalee looked at herself in the mirror 
again.  The curves of her breasts were visible below the 
new jagged hem.  I ran a finger over her panties and the 
fabric creased between her lips.  Lovely!

"You aren't a dressmaker."

"So I'm an undress-maker or a dress-unmaker?"

"You're a love, my love - my lover.  Did Hailey wear you 
out this morning because I'd like to try to myself?"

"We made love when we came back last night but other than 
that we've only shared a shower."

"That *CAN* be pretty tiring if I recall."

"Not today."

"A wasted opportunity!"

"Or Hailey didn't want to be greedy."

"Then I will be.  We could lock ourselves in and have 
them slide thin crust pizza under the door."

"I doubt you'd leave me the energy to get out of bed to 
pick it up."

"You'd have to eat me instead."

"A perfect solution!  I'm actually feeling peckish."

"You should be feeling overdressed."

"And?"

That was all the invitation Rosalee needed. I tried to 
help but had my hand smacked.  If I had been trying to 
memorise Rosalee's smell, she must have wanted the feel, 
the shape, of my body etched into her mind.  Undressing 
me involved an awful lot of kissing and a considerable 
amount of mutual groping.  It too was fun.

"Hey!  I'm supposed to be eating you."

"You don't like it?"

"You've come a long way since your first attempts.  I 
love it."

"You didn't like it then?  Why didn't you say?"

"I did make suggestions and you followed them.  If you're 
just learning, people make allowances.  You got better 
quickly."

"You were good from the start."

"I'm glad.  If I had been bad you might not have come 
back.  So how about testing my mattress while we see if 
it was just beginner's luck?"

"I don't believe you were a beginner and I'm the one who 
was and is lucky."

Rosalee lay down and little was said for a while as I 
explored her pussy with my mouth.  The panties were damp 
- a visible stain - as I pulled them down and I smelled 
the sweet clean scent wafting from her exposed flesh.  
She tasted every bit as good and I slurped up the thick 
secretions.

I said "Tasty", and Rosalee replied "Dreamy."  She and 
Anna had finger-fucked each other once Hailey and I had 
left but mutual exhaustion had denied either of them an 
orgasm.  She was refreshed now and willing to let me 
concentrate on her pleasure for a while.  I was going to 
miss this yet I hoped I didn't have any jobs requiring 
seduction for a while.  I wanted to be able to say I 
hadn't had sex with anyone else and mean in *ALL* my 
personas.  If it meant a little one-armed exercise for a 
while, well I'd already promised Anna I wouldn't cheat on 
her.

With the cut of top, I could and did reach up to play 
with Rosalee's breasts as if she was naked.  A little 
tweak here and there, a lick, a nibble, a slurp - and 
none of the pressure of our earlier lovemaking.  No 
pedestrians, passing nudists or pesky tampons.

We both enjoyed it and I knew I had to thank Anna for 
starting the ball rolling.  We would have ended up here 
eventually but I would have waited until Ma had left and 
maybe wasted the best part of the morning.

Rosalee came and didn't hold back.  She wasn't shouting 
or screaming and I would describe her speech as more 
guttural than English - something a cave woman might have 
been more at home saying.  Fortunately it was easy to 
translate.

"*SHIT THAT'S GOOD.*  *YES, FUCK'N' YES*  *OH GOD, I LOVE 
YURG*"

Rosalee found it was so good my ears were crushed against 
my head.  I rubbed them as I escaped from her tangled 
limbs and when I stood and looked down at her, the sight 
was amazing.

Rosalee had wrapped her arms tightly around her body and 
continued hugging herself while her knees, drawn up and 
pressed tightly together, swung from side to side.  Her 
eyes were screwed up like she was in pain and her 
breathing was ragged and noisy.

"Are you okay?"

No response.

"Rosy?  Is everything alright?"

"No."  A quiet whisper.

"What is wrong?  What can I do?"

Rosalee rolled away from me and slowly straightened 
before turning back.

"I'm okay."

"Right, so...?"

"Do you realise every time we've fooled around or made 
love it has gotten better?  You make me feel so 
wonderful, so alive.  I love you so much and you want to 
leave me."

"Sweetheart, you must understand my life isn't entirely 
under my control.  If we could, I'd spend all my time 
with you all.  It *WILL* happen if we want it to but you 
have to finish high school and go to college if that's 
what you are interested in."

"Why do I have to?"

"Because *I* know you are itching to trump all the others 
at your school and *I* want to be there watching on the 
day you do."

"You'd come?"

"If you invite me I'll be there."

"What about the Prom?"

"I'd love to but you have to understand we need to 
approach this as the four of us."

"Oh I want Anna there as well and I don't mind how we 
arrange the dates.  I'd love to have Anna as my date next 
year - maybe with me in a tux and Anna in her dress.  I 
can imagine the reaction!"

"You've both got to live in this town for a while.  It 
might not pay to come out too obviously."

"I think Hailey's sister is likely to tell at least one 
of her friends how Hailey was treated, don't you?  Her 
parents might not have intended Yvonne knowing the reason 
but I would have been listening in if I was her - 
especially if I'd been told to go to bed.  One person 
would be enough."

"Make sure I know if you get any shit from anyone.  I'm 
not entirely without friends."

"You've got one here.  Want to cuddle for a bit so I can 
start to tire you out?"

I lay beside Rosalee and she snuggled into me much as 
Hailey had done only hours earlier.  Was I to get a 
second cowgirl ride?

---

Anna found Ma packing the few odds and ends she needed to 
take with her to her friend's house.  They would have 
lunch while socialising and organising a fund raiser for 
a local charity.  Hailey followed shortly afterwards - 
not being afraid to listen at my door, nor of being 
caught there - and walked into Anna's arms when they were 
spread in invitation.

"It is okay if we do this Mrs... Ma?  You don't mind us 
hugging do you?"

"No Hailey.  I dare say it *WILL* take me a while to get 
used to it - and after this morning Brent might take even 
longer before he stops having to clean up his spills.  As 
for Doug?  Well sitting with your arms around each other 
watching TV is probably okay.  Kissing will probably have 
him blushing though.  The next few days are going to be 
entertaining though."

"Yeah but Roger will be gone."

"And there will only be the three of you.  I would have 
thought you could console each other for the short time 
he'll be away.  At least you say you love each other - or 
is it just you all love Roger?"

"That started it," answered Hailey seriously.  "None of 
us wanted to give him up while we stood a chance of 
keeping him for ourselves.  Then he admitted he loved 
each of us and couldn't make an immediate decision.  We 
were comfortable being with him by that time and 
adventurous enough to find we didn't mind each other.  
One thing led to another and we found friends could 
become lovers - loving each other I mean, not..."  Hailey 
petered out.

Anna hugged her.  "Though that was special too."

Ma straddled the boundary between prurient curiosity and 
the necessary preservation of maternal ignorance of the 
details of her daughter's sudden sexual blossoming.  She 
found it very much a case of "don't ask too much and hope 
they don't tell more than you want to hear."

"What has happened to Roger?"

"He's saying goodbye to Rosalee."

"Oh!"

"You asked.  What should I have said?"

"No.  That's alright.  It's just very hard to get my head 
around the changed circumstances.  Yesterday morning you 
were in trouble for being in his bed, last night Hailey 
somehow ended up there and now..."

"Ma, while we are discussing ending up in his bed..."

"Yes?"

"You know how I was saying my bed was uncomfortable?"

"Yes."

"Do you think a king-size bed would fit in my room?  Only 
they are much more comfortable - there is plenty of 
space."

"You don't feel at all crowded," added Hailey.

"Do I even want to hear how you know this?"

Anna looked at Hailey who looked straight back.

"Er," began Anna.  "Probably not."

"I will say you four appear to be inventive.  My 
boyfriend had to take me to a drive in."

"What's that?" asked Hailey.

"A DVD on wheels.  An outdoor theatre where you watched 
the movies in the supposed privacy of your car."

"Are you sure you actually watched the movie?"

"Some of them, sometimes.  You don't hold the monopoly on 
mischief.  Still a car isn't that comfy."

Anna and Hailey's eyes met and they laughed.  Ma didn't 
ask what they found funny.  It appeared they weren't 
unfamiliar with cars either.  She only hoped I didn't 
take chances while driving though, since they were all 
safely here, it seemed a moot point.

Ma couldn't help noticing Anna's leg resting between 
Hailey's.  Of course that meant Hailey's rested between 
Anna's as well.  Both girls had slid closer together as 
they had talked and now they stood with pubic mounds in 
covered contact.  They weren't humping each other like 
Chihuahuas but it seemed nothing would clear the 
impossible images that bedevilled Ma's mind.

Ma decided she would have to get used to Rosalee and 
Hailey being together first.  That would be a step 
removed from the involvement of her daughter and she 
could speculate and observe with only a slight case of 
guilt.

"I'd better get going.  I suppose I'll probably be home 
around four by the time we get all the posters and 
banners made.  I'll be here to fix dinner anyway."

"Okay."

"Try to keep the place tidy-ish.  Don't wear Roger out 
too much - I'd like him coherent when I say goodbye."

"He can manage."

Oh dear!  Too much information again.  Ma hurried out to 
her car.

Hailey looked at Anna.  "Why did your mother make a point 
about him being coherent?  It sounds like she doesn't 
expect him to recover."

"I think Roger is going tonight.  He wasn't sure that 
Rosalee would be able to stay with him tonight and Ma was 
going to say goodbye."

"I don't want him to go."  Hailey was near tears.  "I 
offered to go with him and he didn't want me to."

"I think we just have to accept he will be our part-time 
lover for a while.  You know *I* love you though?"

"Of course and that's the only reason I'm willing to let 
him out of my sight.  It's weird, the very reason we've 
got all our headaches now is because we all fell in love 
together *BECAUSE* we all loved Roger and yet it's *ONLY* 
because we three love each other that we can bear to have 
him go for a while.  It's hard to imagine what other 
women do when their boyfriends or husbands have to go to 
work in Antarctica for six months or have to spend time 
at sea if they are in the Navy."

"Those who don't cheat probably spend a lot of time 
getting to know their hand or..."

A light bulb went off.

"Come on!  I've got a friend I'd like to introduce to 
you.  He's upstairs."

Hailey was about to discover adult toys.

---

Rosalee did blow me but I got her to kneel over my face 
at the same time and the attention I paid her provided 
enough distraction that Rosalee wasn't able to make me 
come.  Distraction for her that is.

Nor did she ride me cowgirl-style.  Instead she wanted me 
looking down at her in the daylight.  I knelt between her 
legs and lifted the damaged bottom of her t-shirt up and 
over her breasts.  With the dark red "bandana" lying 
between her armpits, I bit gently into the great mass 
behind her right nipple.  My tongue strummed the button 
over and over until it was a solid lump instead - then I 
changed to the left side.

As well as providing some variation for Rosalee the time 
gave my penis a chance to calm down though the activity 
produced almost as much mental stimulation so I don't 
know that it was an effective tool to improve my stamina.

"Sit back and give me the condom please."

I did so and Rosalee beamed as she rolled it over my 
flesh.

"Do you think I could tell them at school what it is like 
to put it on you?"

"I don't mind but if you do they are going to know why 
you put it on me even if you deny it."

"I could have just been going to blow you."

"And that is better for your reputation how?"

"Hey, we're still supposed to avoid using contraceptives!  
I've been kicked out of home.  My clothes were over the 
front yard for all the neighbours to see.  Freaky 
Fletcher will have spread his stories around - I don't 
have a reputation any more but I have got something the 
other girls haven't."

"Yes?"

"The memories of what it is like to feel you deep inside 
me.  To feel you filling me with your sperm.  I've got a 
boyfriend who is such a stud he can keep three of us 
happy.  Don't you think I want to brag about you!?"

"They won't believe you, you know.  They'll listen but 
then they'll think you are a terrible liar."

"Not if Hailey backs me up!  Now, would you please start 
my next story?"

I slid into the slick confines of Rosalee's cunt.  It 
felt good.

"How long can you stay there?"

"Without moving?  Honestly, not long.  You feel so good 
around me."

"Then how hard can you fuck me?"

"If that is what you'd like...?"

"For now, yes please.  I want you to punch a hole through 
me."

Knowing how much she *WOULDN'T* want me to knock her 
cervix about I fucked hard - but cautiously.

Because she was lying back, Rosalee's tits spread over 
her chest like beached jellyfish, wobbling as my efforts 
jarred her body.  the analogy is less than perfect though 
as there was enough substance to each breast to maintain 
a sizeable mound and I was never tempted to run my tongue 
over a jellyfish.

Rosalee also reached down and slid her fingers between 
our bodies as I withdrew.  My next thrust pressed my 
pubes against them and the violence of the collision 
passed either side of her clit.  I felt her move around 
the area; sometimes closing her digits against the little 
bump so it was pressed firmly from all sides, sometimes 
letting her fingers absorb some of the force so they slid 
over the slippery surface instead, sometimes rubbing back 
and forth irrespective of my movements as the need drove 
her.

I came, this time my seed being trapped so it was only my 
momentary delay that made Rosalee smile at me before her 
face resumed the anguished look that was so endearing.  
We worked together to bring her to a second climax and 
once again I was trapped by her legs but this time she 
wrapped them around my waist to hold me inside her as 
long as possible.  I lay over her, my weight supported by 
my elbows rather than my hands and we kissed.

"Will you be able to make love to me slowly now?"

"Eventually, but I will need to recover."

"Oh, I'll give you a little while," she giggled.  "I 
don't think I could start again anyway."

I had to withdraw and to clean myself but afterwards 
Rosalee insisted I lay between her legs with her chest as 
my pillow.  When I did I found the few hours sleep I had 
managed during the night were not enough to counter the 
soporific effect of sex and I drifted off in my young 
lover's arms.

I don't think Rosalee minded at all.

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