Chapter 23
Back on the porch, I glanced to the west again, still appreciating that nice warm breeze. I took another deep breath, then smiled to myself, realising that I wanted to carry that fresh air smell inside with me. With that in mind, I opened the door and stepped into the house.
I could hear the whirring, grinding sound of Lisa-Marie cranking the separator and the constant falling splatter of skim milk flowing into the pail, then too, I could hear one of the pots on the stove as it simmered, its lid dancing merrily releasing its delightful odour of home cooking. The place smelled, and sounded like home, making me sigh in satisfaction.
Andy was at the table, setting out plates and cutlery and she looked up at me with a sad, sweet smile that stopped me in my tracks.
"What's up?" I asked quietly.
"Oh, I've been thinking." She said quietly. "Lets wait until we're eating and discuss it then, okay?"
"Sure. Whatever you want." I shrugged off my coat and kicked off my boots, slipping on a pair of old moccasins that I liked to wear inside. "I'm glad I went for a walk. I found that the old machine that the guys tore apart for pieces had fallen on its side somehow and was leaking stale gasoline onto the concrete floor. If too much had poured out, the fumes could have been set off by the thermostat or by the heater itself when it came on."
"Oh Damn. That reminds me, we should move the snowmobiles before the snow thaws too much. They're a pain in the butt in some ways, in the way half of the year and almost essential the other half." Andy commented.
"Good point, I think we need a special place to store them. For now they can sit handy to the door at the equipment shed, but in the long run, I'd like to have some sort of flat trailer or dolly that they could sit on. Something that we could move around easily to get them out of the way and yet make it easy to get at them when we need them."
"Dad tried that, his trailer was a bit too small though." She smiled. "You'd better wash up. Everything is almost ready to eat."
I trudged up the stairs to the bathroom, again resolving to get at the downstairs bathroom as soon as possible, smiling to myself about the fact that the girls had broken my habit of washing up at the kitchen sink quite well. Then chuckled at myself, realising that I was actually the one who had stopped washing my hands there, but it was to stop the frowns on their faces when I did, nothing more.
Another stray thought whipped through my mind, the fact that it was strange how a woman could let you know you were annoying her without saying a word. Then I realised that I was watching their faces and moods more than ever. That was probably a defensive move on my part; I didn't like anyone that I lived with being annoyed with me.
It was at that second that I realised that I was changing, adapting to life with two women in the house. Then as I was wiping my hands, I caught the odour of the potpourri that Fran had left in the bathroom and for some reason I wondered how she and her boys were doing.
"Dammit man. Your head is bouncing all over tonight." I said quietly to myself. "For cripes sake, settle down."
Perhaps I was thinking that saying it aloud would help me to follow my own advice. At any rate, it was good advice, I just hoped I could listen to it. Smiling at my own pessimism, I walked back downstairs and into the kitchen. Now Lisa-Marie was washing and rinsing the separator parts while Andy was dishing out our meal.
"Anyone need a hand with anything?" I asked.
"All I want is for you to sit down and relax for a bit." Lisa-Marie answered.
"Carry a bowl to the table with you, please." Andy added. "Here, take the carrots and spuds. We'll bring the rest."
Moments later we were all at the table and I noticed that each one of us seemed quiet and thoughtful. The only sounds were those of cutlery on the porcelain plates.
"I've been thinking about the idea of the anti-rumour campaign." Lisa-Marie broke the silence after a few moments. "The idea might only work with part of the rumours."
"Oh?" I frowned.
"Yes, some people won't want to be involved, especially if the rumour is true. Other people won't want to be involved because the truth might offend someone else." She said quietly.
"Yeah, I had thoughts about that myself." Andy added. "There are still others that might not want to be involved, not if the truth was more juicy than the rumour."
I simply sat there and nodded my head, after all they were making sense.
"I was even having second thoughts about my letter." I admitted.
"Well, your letter made me think." Andy said very quietly. "Between your letter and the idea of the anti-rumour campaign, I got to thinking about our situation and even more about my own personal life."
"Yeah, and?" I looked at her and waited for the other shoe to drop.
"Well, first and foremost, I don't think I want to have a baby just yet." Her voice was almost a whisper. "I do love you two, and I do want to live here, but in a way, I want something else too."
"Okay, and what's that?" Lisa-Marie smiled at her encouragingly.
"You don't mind?"
"What? That you don't want a baby right now, or that you want to live here, but want even more?" She still smiled. "No, not a bit for either one. Mostly, I want you to be happy and I think Tom feels the same way."
"Yep." I nodded my head in agreement. "I certainly don't want you to be unhappy."
"Well, what I'd like is to have some training in growing herbs. On top of that, I'd like to know a little bit about caring for people, so I can help out if people get injured or sick. I don't want to be a doctor or a nurse, I just want to be able to be sure that I'd do the right thing if an emergency were to crop up."
"I sure can't see any problem with that." I smiled myself. "Just how deeply do you want to get into that sort of thing?"
"Well, I was watching you earlier today and I got to thinking about the way you were mentally preparing yourself for any problems if the cow had trouble calving." She looked at me and her face twisted into a wry smile. "I know I teased you about it, but that was really a bit of jealousy. Afterward I was thinking that if something had gone wrong, I wouldn't have had a clue what to do and I really don't like that idea. I know you can handle all the animals' problems, so I'm not too worried about that, but its people I think about, us and the neighbours. We're a long way from help and if we lose the phone, or if a blizzard comes up, we're cut off. I just want to take a few emergency courses or something along those lines. I think now might be a good time to do it."
"So basically what you want is an all-around course in extended first aid, right?" I asked. "It sounds to me almost like you want to train as a paramedic."
"Well, I'm not sure I want to go that far, I know that's a two-year course at the tech school in either Edmonton or Calgary. I think there are other courses that don't take quite as long, maybe just finding out about them would be a good place to start." She smiled. "But just how do I do that?"
"I haven't a clue, but now we know what to look for." I smiled right back at her.
"You mean, you'd be happy to have me take off and train for that. Even if it meant I had to leave for a few months or maybe even a couple of years?"
"We'd be pretty darn dumb if we tried to hold you back from doing what you wanted to do. It'd be damn silly if we did." Lisa-Marie snorted then developed a big grin. "Oh, on top of that, if you take off to go somewhere to take a course, that's really going to piss off our old biddy gossip spreader too."
"It would serve the old witch right." Andy giggled.
"Honey. Your pronunciation is getting terrible. That word starts with a 'B' and you pronounced it with a 'W' which is just not good enough. You have to watch that." Lisa-Marie said with a perfectly straight face, and Andy broke into delighted laughter.
"Now that's not nice, Lisa-Marie." I grinned. "I'll bet that in the right circumstances, she's an old sweetheart."
"Oh, come on!" Andy snorted. "The only person who spends any time around her is her daughter, and that's only because she's got nowhere else to go. No one cares much for her either."
"There you go." I grinned. "A pair of lonely people with no one else to talk to, so they just listen to the rumours and develop those in bitterness because their own lives are so dull and boring. Then they take out their bitterness on the whole world by repeating the rumours in even stronger terms."
"There's probably a lot of truth in that, but I don't think I want to befriend them to make life easier on them." Lisa-Marie snorted. "I think it's more than likely that they are simply bitter bitches with axes to grind. I think from reading between the lines in a few of her columns that the old cunt actually enjoys seeing other people get themselves into trouble."
I just stared at Lisa-Marie. I'd never, ever heard her use the 'C' word about any woman before. Andy appeared even more astounded than I was. Both of us were speechless for a short while.
"I know, I'm acting like I'm prejudiced against her, but I can't help it." Lisa-Marie's jaw was clenched and she was biting off her words like they were tough for her to admit. "I just think there's got to be a way to shut her up, to make her look like a fool and get the whole community laughing at her. It would serve her right."
"Hey, don't get you go getting bitter because she's attacking us." I frowned, not really liking the way this was going.
"Whatever." Lisa-Marie barked and stood up as she drained her cup of tea. "Let's get the dishes done and then go for a walk outside. Maybe we could shift those snowmobiles or something. After being stuck inside for days and fighting that damn blizzard while I was in town, I'm not in the mood to sit around the house."
"Well, we could always go for a ride. We've got two snowmobiles and acres of snow to play around in. Both snowmobiles have lights, don't they?" I suggested, grabbing dishes to carry them to the kitchen. "Andy, if you get the leftovers, Lisa-Marie and I will put the dishes in the sink, we can wash up later."
"You know, that's not a bad idea." Andy grinned and got a strange look in her eye. "We could go visit my folks, that would surprise the dickens out of them. I'd like to see their reaction to the idea of my going away for training in emergency medicine."
"Say, about that, we'll help you pay for it." I offered. "If you know you've got your butt covered for expenses, you'll probably feel a lot better about telling them I'd think."
"You're darn tootin' we will." Lisa-Marie agreed, quickly rinsing the worst of the dirty dishes. "In fact, I insist on it."
Andy simply stopped what she was doing and took a deep breath. "I do have some money in my bank account, but financing was one of the things I was worried about."
"Well, stop worrying." I smiled. "Education is an investment and the better educated we all are, the easier it'll be to turn a profit. I intend to make sure this farm continues to make a profit, so I'll back any kind of education. Besides, knowing what to do in the case of an emergency would come in handy anywhere, even if things change in the future in any way."
"Are you implying that I might meet a tall, dark, handsome fireman or something?" Andy teased.
"Anything is possible." I grinned as I passed Lisa-Marie a towel to dry her hands.
"Possible, yes. Probable, no. How could I possibly find a situation that would beat being here with the two of you?" Andy laughed as she wrapped an arm around Lisa-Marie on her left and me on her right.
"I don't know, but anything is possible." I leaned over and gave her a kiss, then swung around them so that I could wrap an arm around Lisa-Marie to hug and kiss her as well.
Lisa-Marie smiled and kissed one and then the other of us.
"Get your warm clothes on, you horny bugger." She grinned at me. "We're going out, not to bed."
"Should I change my britches?" I asked. "We did do chores in these clothes."
Andy sniffed and then grinned. "I'll bet almost anything that your clothes smell better than what Dad and Willy are wearing about now. Remember, we have sheep lambing early this year. That means they'll probably be tired, so we'd better get there soon or only one of them will still be up."
"Oh, I forgot about that." I glanced at the clock. "Gad. It's only seven."
"Dad will have been up since about four or so." She shrugged. "During lambing season, he goes to bed early and lets Willy take the late shift."
"Well, lets get going then." Lisa-Marie was scrambling into her gear.
"You're driving." I grinned at her as I pulled on a pair of coveralls and a heavier coat than I thought I'd really needed. "I'm not dressed for being in the front."
"He wants to ride behind you, so he can cop a feel or two." Andy laughed.
"Collateral benefits." I nodded.
"Ass." Lisa-Marie finally smiled and poked me in the ribs.
"Well, he can ride behind me, if you want?" Andy giggled as we headed for the machines.
"Going over to your mom and dad's? No, lets not make your dad frown more than necessary." Lisa-Marie chuckled. "Better he saw Tom behind me, copping a feel from me as Tom's fiancée, rather than one from his daughter as a member of Tom's harem. Lets let your dad keep a few illusions, even if he does suspect the truth."
"Yeah, I think you're right." Andy giggled. "See you there."
With that, she was on her machine, had her helmet on and with only a short warmup of the engine, she was off down the driveway.
"We'll take a bit longer, so she has time to warn her folks that we're on our way for an unplanned visit." Lisa-Marie smiled.
"Good idea." I nodded. "And don't forget, I've got no skull bucket, huh? Don't get us in an accident if you can help it."
"Oh hell, yours is still back home, isn't it."
"Yeah, along with a nice snowmobile of my own." I nodded and grinned wryly. "We still have a ton of stuff like that to move over here."
"Unh huh, not to mention a few other things, like our two riding horses and a couple of other useful little items we should have thought of." Lisa-Marie laughed. "Get aboard. That's enough warm-up and enough warning time for Andy's folks too."
In only the few minutes it took to ride down the road to the Martin's, I realised that I wasn't dressed warmly enough for riding a snowmobile at night, even if it was during a chinook. My legs were soon chilly and it didn't help that in seconds the breeze untucked my coveralls from my boots. I was glad when we pulled into the Martin's drive and slowed to a stop.
"Brrr." I grinned at Lisa-Marie, shaking one leg and then the other to see if any loose snow might have blown up my pant legs.
She thought it was funny, so she was laughing when Willy stuck his head out the door to greet us and told us to come on into the Martin's kitchen. Andy's mom was holding Andy with one arm around her waist and smiling like Andy had just given her a Christmas present. Meanwhile Andy rattled on loudly about taking EMR or EMT training, even Mr. Martin was beaming. As soon as we came inside, he hopped to his feet and came over to grab my hand to shake it.
He grinned at my slightly surprised look, then grabbed Lisa-Marie's hand and shook hands with her too.
"Thank you, both." He said quietly enough so Andy wouldn't hear. "At least someone around here can get through her stubborn streak. I think this is a great idea."
I didn't have the heart to tell him that it was Andy's idea in the first place. I thought I'd leave that up to someone else to tell him if he ever needed to know. For now, since he seemed to be happy with the idea that we'd talked her into it, I didn't want to rock the boat. I caught Lisa-Marie's eye and winked, catching the tiny nod from her in return. I was positive that Willy caught the byplay between us though. At any rate, he managed to hide his grin as he nodded his head toward a chair.
"Grab a seat. Want a freshly perked cup of coffee?" Willy offered.
"I'll pass." Lisa-Marie smiled, then walked over toward Andy and her mom.
I nodded at Willy, who went to get one for each of us, then joined his dad and me at the kitchen table. In a moment we were talking about the blizzard and the chinook. Then they were telling me about their new lambs and I was telling them about the new calf. It was a typical farmer's chat and all three of us were soon feeling right at home with each other, the way farmers from all over can seem to do. Yet there was a subtle difference, as if by some miracle a barrier of some sort had disappeared.
What surprised me at first was that they had new information about Matty Granger, then Willy pointed to his CB radio and told me that as soon as she'd gotten to town, Jean had called him to let him know they'd made the trip okay. Then she'd called him again just a short while ago, this time to tell him about visiting her granny in the hospital.
Will paused and grinned at me. "Triple Dub thinks you're about the greatest thing since sliced bread, you know. He got on the radio and told me to tell you 'Thanks for everything' and to tell you that he knows where there's an old windmill tower that would make a great base for your new CB antenna."
"Huh, why would he think I was so great?" I asked.
"Don't ask me?" Willy lifted both hands and held them up in surrender. "I do know that a lot of people treat him as if he's weird and come down on him. I also know that you give a guy a chance and trust him 'til he screws up. That's probably most of it right there."
"Hmmph, then how the hell am I supposed to bawl the hell out of you two?" I grinned wryly. "You left that wreck of yours sitting unblocked and insecure. It tipped on its side and was spilling gas out of the gas tank. At least I found it before my machine shed blew all to hell."
"Oh damn, I'm sorry. Don't blame that one on Triple Dub. That was probably my fault." Willy frowned at himself. "I just realised, that after we pulled that hunk of junk over to the side, we got in a rush to get his machine fired up and tested. I forgot to go back to block that wreck. Damn, I'm glad you found that. Nothing was damaged was it?"
"No, we got lucky. You can keep your family jewels for now." I grinned, knowing that I'd got my point across and that he'd be more careful around things like that in the future, so I changed the subject. "By the way, do you have a spare helmet that I could borrow for a short while. If this chinook doesn't last, or if we get another blizzard, we may be stuck with getting around on snowmobiles. The helmets that the girls have are way too small for me and I feel unsafe without one. I've got a couple of good ones and a great snowmobile too, but they're back at Dad's place."
"Oh, no problem." Willy hopped to his feet and disappeared through a doorway.
As soon as he was gone, Mr. Martin looked at me and shook his head slightly. "I admire the way you did that. You let him know that you were quite upset and yet did it in a way that he could admit he was wrong and apologise. Then you simply accepted his apology, shook off the annoyance you must feel and went on. I wish I could do that, but I suppose it's in the way you were raised. Again, I owe you a thanks."
"For what?" I shrugged. "Not losing my temper? That wouldn't have done any good. He got my point and what happened is in the past. Neither of us can change that, but we've both learned and we can both be more careful in the future."
"I wish I had your temper." Mr. Martin sighed.
We didn't get a chance to say anything further because Willy chose that time to reappear with a used helmet.
"Try this one on for size." He offered.
It fit well enough to satisfy me and Willy lent it to me until I could go get my own from 'back home.' Mr. Martin and Willy talked with me for a while more, then the girls showed up and wanted to go. They wanted to have a bit of fun on the snowmobiles. Since it was nice and warm, but there was a bit of a crust to the snow, they felt like playing around. We actually left before nine and this time we headed out into the snow-covered fields instead of sticking to the road. After about half an hour, I was freezing and complaining, so we headed for the house.
Of course the girls were giving me a rough time about being a softy and a wimp until we were inside and I took off my coveralls. I shook about half a bucketful of snow out of the pant-legs of the coveralls, my blue jeans were soaked to the knees and even the legs of my long johns had wet spots on them. I headed upstairs for a warm shower because my feet were just freezing and I wasn't in the mood to try to take their teasing any more.
I wasn't in the shower more than a couple of minutes before I had company. It was extremely crowded, but I have to admit after a moment or two, I didn't really notice. Andy was behind me and massaging my back with her warmth and Lisa-Marie had somehow crammed herself in front of me. She was straddling my cold toes with her warm thighs, her hands were massaging my hips and my thighs while her mouth was kissing, licking and otherwise exploring -- everything, but giving me the blowjob I expected.
Both of them were cooing, kissing, licking, nibbling, humming, anything but talking while using any portion of their body that they could to tantalise me, but not satisfy me. At first I was getting very frustrated, but then I settled into a resignation to the inevitability that eventually they were going to do something to make me happy. I just had to be patient. When I finally broke down and started to laugh, they both began to giggle, then somehow Lisa-Marie managed to struggle upward to her feet. We managed to wriggle around and distribute a bit of soap on each others bodies then rubbed it around. After that we had to struggle to get it rinsed off before we could get out of the shower.
Towelling off and drying our hair took a while, but at least now I was relatively warm and we could all move freely. I think we were a bit cleaner, but I'm not certain of that. I did feel a lot better though. I also realised that when I'd first come in the house and had been feeling so cold I'd suddenly been in a rotten mood. Teasing me the way they had, while making sure I warmed up was an extremely wise move on their part. For some reason, none of us were saying much though.
As we moved into the bedroom, Lisa-Marie whispered something to Andy. She giggled and nodded, then as we got into bed, I was pressed back in the middle and literally 'attacked' by both of them. Andy began to kiss me and her mouth opened the instant she found mine. Her tongue drove forward, searching for my tonsils as I felt Lisa-Marie's mouth begin what was to become an even more memorable blow job than any that I'd had before, including the 'mystery at midnight' blow job.
Being in bed seemed to end their period of silence as well, but considering that they were now spending a lot of time with their mouths extremely busy with other occupations, that didn't mean much for a while. Andy was frenching me as Lisa-Marie drew just the glans of my cock into her mouth and began to tease and roll it around with her tongue. Somehow she was treating it gently and daintily as if she was savouring it like a favourite sweet candy. The sheer difference of the thrusting tongue, raping my mouth and the gentle suction and teasing tantalization of my tender glans was so much at variance that I couldn't help making the comparison, then things changed.
I was now so hard that I hurt, yet now Lisa-Marie eased off, pulled away and she began to whisper.
"Andy wants a lesson in giving a blow job." She said so softly I could just hear her and the gentle breeze of her breath teased over the wet flesh of my dick. "So, dear Tom, please hold on, as long as you can."
Then she kissed along the swollen shaft, working her way slowly toward my nuts.
"I've just been kissing a big dick, nothing else Andy. Well, except to get my favourite toy really hard first. Now though, I need to use my mouth for a few minutes, so keep him still while I suck his balls for a bit."
With that she opened her mouth and gently drew one ball into her mouth, carefully laving the surface of my scrotum covered testicle with the tender tip of her tongue. After she had worshipped one testicle, she moved over and repeated the operation with the other. It was as if she was washing them, cleaning them, but at the same time revering them. The operation took several minutes, but I was finding it extremely erotic. For several seconds, Andy lifted her head and glanced down as if wondering what Lisa-Marie was doing, then she turned back and looked deep into my eyes.
"Do you like what she's doing, Tom? Does that feel good? Would you like me to do that to you too, when I get a chance to play later?" Her face was twisted into a wide smile.
As I opened my mouth to answer, she leaned back down and her tongue teased mine, withdrew, returned to only touch my lips. As my tongue slipped forward to enter her mouth though, she held hers solid, blocking my thrusting organ. Then as I eased the pressure slightly, she sucked and I felt her chuckle slightly as she managed to suck the tip of my tongue inside, teasing it with the flickering tip of hers. After a few seconds, she eased the suction, shifted her tongue away as if granting me permission to do what I wished, advance or withdraw. I slid my tongue inward, drew it back, advanced, withdrew, as if I was fucking her lips with my tongue. She moaned softly, her tongue shifted, the tip touching her bottom lip, formed into a curve, as if she as making her mouth as much like a vagina as she could as if to invite me to continue.
Meanwhile Lisa-Marie paused cleaning operation on my now sopping wet scrotum. She began to cat-wash my shaft, pausing to describe her tongue's action. Then she'd lick her way along the surface, pause, describe how it felt, just how hard she was touching me, as if each action was of ultimate importance, another lesson for Andy to learn. Her progress was tantalizingly slow.
Andy seemed to tire of my thrusting tongue and used hers to lift and block her mouth, then drove hers into my mouth in turn, withdrew, drove inward, then paused as it waiting for me to grant her the boon of imitating her actions with her mouth and tongue. When I did, she in turn fucked my mouth with her tongue, softly moaning as if it gave her a special form of satisfaction. In a way it was a turn on, but nothing compared to hearing Lisa-Marie's continuing descriptions and continuing actions.
She described the sensation of reaching the lower surface of my glans, of tenderly touching my prepuce and of delving the tiny valley where it rolled under and joined the shaft. She paused in her lesson as she explored that with only the very tip of her tongue. Again speaking, she described the sensation, the texture, the distinctive sensations it gave her of knowing that she was trusted to simply play and tease if that's what she wanted. Then without warning a hand slipped around my shaft, lifting and steering it so she now had a full view of the precome dribbling head.
She tasted the flooding precome with her flicking tongue, lifted her head, invited Andy to slip downward to taste as well, warning her that the taste would change later. Andy seemed almost apologetic as she lifted her head and stared into my eyes for a second.
"I'll be back." She whispered.
Then she shifted her body, swung, suddenly it was Andy's tongue that flicked outward, delved into the tiny hole at the very tip of my glans. Her mouth opened and she sucked the glans softly, gently in a tender kiss.
"Now, don't get too greedy, girl." Lisa-Marie chided. "Remember, I was the one who was supposed to give you lessons."
"Yes, teacher." Andy giggled, pausing for another brief kiss on the tender glans before shifting again, this time pausing at my chest, her mouth shifting to one of my nipples and teasing it with her tongue.
Lisa-Marie described next how she was going to begin her actual blow job, then kissed the tip, laved the whole head with her tongue before drawing it into her mouth and repeating the gentle licking motions as she gently rolled it from side to side but now inside her warm mouth.
Meanwhile Andy had succeeded in teasing my nipple into a mini erection of it's own, then sucking it into her mouth and gently nibbling it with her teeth. She increased the pressure until I moaned slightly in pleasure/pain and she lifted her head, her eyes questioning.
"No more." I managed to whisper, letting her know that she'd reached the point where I wanted her to stop.
A wink and a tiny easing of the pressure let me know she understood, then I gasped as she lifted her head, drawing the flesh of my nipple upward until the skin was taut, stretched tightly. Meanwhile, the fingers of one of her hands were teasing my other nipple into tautness.
At the same time, Lisa-Marie was sliding the shaft of my cock deeper, sucking it into her mouth, all the time working it's surface with her tongue. She drew it deep, then lifted her head and pausing briefly, described her actions. She repeated what she had done, paused, blew on the glans gently and again spoke. Then for several repeats, she simply drew inward, slipped outward, in and out, again and again, all the time applying gentle suction. I felt a climax rapidly approaching, but as it neared, I felt Lisa-Marie's hand reach out, grasp Andy's, draw it down so Andy was cupping my scrotum. At what felt like the instant I would explode, Lisa-Marie's head lifted and I felt the climax hang, then the sensation eased slightly, but the desire remained.
I was panting in desire, but suddenly the two of them were taking the time to discuss what each one had been doing in detail. I lay there, looking up at them almost unbelievingly as they calmly spoke about their actions, talking as if I wasn't even there. I suppose I moaned because Lisa-Marie looked at me and smiled.
"Be patient, lover. Just be patient, we promise, we'll make it worthwhile." She winked at me, then went back to talking to Andy.
I don't know how long they chatted amiably, I don't suppose it was more than a moment or two, but I swear, it was the longest moment or two that I've spent in my whole life.
Finally when my breathing had again approached normal and my body had relaxed slightly, Lisa-Marie grinned at Andy.
"I think it's probably safe now." She said softly and winked. "You know what to do."
With that, the two of them shifted until they were in the same places as they'd been in when we came to bed, only now Lisa-Marie was kissing me and Andy began to work on another teasing blow job that matched Lisa-Marie's very closely.
Her pauses may have come at slightly different times and she might have had a minor difference in technique, but it was certainly a passable imitation. The only thing was that she seemed to move slightly slower, slightly gentler as if she was stretching out the time, making me wait, forcing me to be tolerant. Of course it might have been my own impatience that simply made everything seem to take longer. I don't know. I certainly hadn't any way of measuring the time or the pressures that she used. Lisa-Marie had no such compunction. She didn't try to imitate Andy's actions exactly. Instead she used them as a guide, but often varied them, changing things from the way Andy had done it to something that she'd found in the past had teased and tantalized me.
As well, she guided my hands to places she wanted me to touch, asking without words for me to do things she wanted me to do to please her. By the time that I was approaching climax, Lisa-Marie was hot as a firecracker as well, so I suppose I should have suspected what happened next.
As I said, I felt my climax approaching, Andy's head lifted.
"Now." She said sharply and Lisa-Marie was galvanised into action.
She shifted downward along my body, swung her leg over my stomach to straddle my body and grasped my solid hard shaft in her hand. Grinning almost ferally, she lifted it at the same time as she shifted her body and aimed my throbbing cock toward her dripping wet slit. She lowered herself, her breath slowly gusting outward in a long sigh of satisfaction as my shaft was absorbed by her wet inner heat.
"Just in case tonight is the night, I want those nice slippery wrigglers inside." She whispered as she paused for a second or two, grinding her hips down against my pelvis.
Then she began to rock back and forth. The brief pause had caused my need for climax to recede slightly, but not far and it wasn't long before I was feeling it approaching again.
"Oh. Yes, Baby, do it, do it, do it." She was chanting and I could feel her body begin to pulse in time to her soft chant.
Then, it was as if my whole body exploded. I heaved my pelvis up against her, ramming as deeply as I could. In a brief flurry of heaving action, I released the pressure that the two women's teasing actions had induced.
To my surprise, Andy screamed along with my grunting moan of satisfaction. My eyes shifted from Lisa-Marie's ecstatic face as she drove her body against mine. I sought Andy's face, saw it twisted in a matching mask of pure gratification as she used several fingers of one hand to achieve almost the same ends on her own. I caught her eye, managed to lift a hand in invitation for her to join the mutual hug that I knew Lisa-Marie and I would have as Lisa-Marie slowly crumpled forward against my exhausted frame. Andy shifted forward, slid downward, joined us in a mutual cuddle of relief.
I think I will always be grateful for having made that final small motion for her to join with us before we faded into a soft period of rhapsodic bliss, cuddling together in quiet bliss.