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Castle In The Sand [26-30]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 26

Life *was* good. Theresa's mannequin was complete. Her statuesque body
suspended within the casting cage. Somehow sexier than ever. It made
John want to crawl up and make love to it. Instead, after dinner he
prepped it and selected some images of his own and set the machine
about the task of weaving Theresa a dynamite outfit. Cindy still had
hers on. She had pulled a light brown pair of terry shorts over the
bottom and added some shoes. But it was still distracting as hell to
have her breasts so accurately packaged at the dinner table.

"Aren't your nipples turning blue yet?" John had teased.

"You would know it with this outfit," Cindy chuckled.

"We get to tear it off with our teeth after dinner. She's got to be
scanned again," Theresa joked.

"Oh God... don't know if I'm up to that much excitement in one day!"
Cindy said, rolling her eyes.

"No hurry. You can tear the outfit off with your teeth if you want to,
but I plan to have the computer busy with an outfit for Theresa. One
that will *fit*. So we can do Cindy's scan tomorrow. I think we've had
our quota of frenzy for one day," John said.

"Seconded!" Cindy said, raising her hand.

"The motion has been made and seconded, are there any opposed?" Theresa
asked, jumping into the fun. John shook his head. Theresa realized that
John making the motion and Cindy seconding it, left her as the only
possible opposed.

"The motion is carried. I get to remove Cindy's outfit with my teeth.
John will make a froth at the mouth outfit for me after dinner and
Cindy's damn personal probing is postponed one solar cycle or a hearty
portion thereof," Theresa concluded.

"Hey! I like this outfit! Do we have to shred it?" Cindy asked.

"No... I guess not. I like it too. That's what makes me want to shred
it," Theresa quipped.

"How about you cut the top tack threads, and pull it off with your
teeth?" Cindy asked. John finished his dinner and after listening to
the debate a bit tried to excuse himself to fulfill his part of the
motion. Theresa caught his hand and pulled him down into a kiss. She
squeezed his hand a bit and then let him go. John looked up at Cindy.
She gave him a quick hug and kiss. Smiling at him over the change in
Theresa.

"We'll be in the Com room when you get free. I have some bookmarks to
throw away. Maybe I can talk Cindy into helping me," Theresa said.

"Only if you promise to leave my outfit undamaged. Maybe John can come
up with edible ones for later."

"Not a bad idea.. and if it rains?" John asked.

"Ooh.... all the better. We'll sell millions of them and not tell
anybody."

"Meet you later," John said, retreating. Cindy looked longingly after
him. Theresa observing Cindy, a half-smirk on her face.

"What?" Cindy queried, catching her look.

"Oh nothing. I kind of like the guy myself. Now about that outfit....
What if I try yanking the tacks with my teeth....." John found them
later in the Com room. Snuggled together on the sofa. Cindy's outfit
intact, but draped over a chair back. She had her terry shorts back on,
but was topless. They both were sleeping lightly, Theresa's hand
cupping one of Cindy's perfect breasts. John roused them and moved to
guide them to bed. Cindy snatched the body suit on the way out and
clutched it to her breast. She walked groggily and John and Theresa
moved to either side of her for support. Exchanging a happy look.

Once in the bedroom, Cindy stepped out of her shorts and stuffed the
outfit under her pillow as she crawled into bed. John and Theresa
kissed lightly after disrobing and then they too climbed into bed.
Theresa placing John in the middle so she could snuggle to him. Cindy
automatically spooned his backside.

"She reminds me of Audrey Hepburn in *Roman Holiday* where she says:
'*Soo happy'*," Theresa said quietly. John nodded and snuggled to her.
Kissing her lightly behind the ear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 27

"Get up, Theresa! You've just GOT to see this!" Cindy's voice rang out.

"Oh... " she moaned, "Where's Coffee?"

"Huh? What's wrong?" John asked, sitting up.

"Coffee's dripping. Come on Theresa, you've got to see this outfit that
John made for you!" Cindy repeated excitedly.

"Oh... " John said, heading for the bathroom. Theresa got to the edge
of the bed and looked around for her robe to stave her morning chill.
Cindy found it for her and flung it over her shoulders. Helping her to
her feet.

"I'm coming," she said groggily.

"You won't *believe* this outfit!" Cindy bubbled, leading her out the
door. John wandered into the lab, carrying a cup of coffee, wearing his
own terry robe.

Theresa ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him..,
"OH, Thank you!" she bubbled.

John fought to keep from spilling his coffee as he muttered, "You're
welcome." His face smirking. Cindy was still bent over the machine. On
Theresa's mannequin was an indigo blue body suit. Flaming star trails
running diagonally across it. The tails a mix of silver and flaming
yellow. One crossed from left shoulder and was mapped over the valley
of her breasts to burst around the right nipple in a splay of silver,
yellow and orange. Another started under the left arm and burst around
the navel. Yet another started at the hip bone and burst over the pubic
area. The rest of the suit was dotted with fuzzy nebula's of various
merging faint colors.

"Wait till you see the back!" John smirked.

"Oh... tip it up please!" Theresa begged.

"Just a moment," John said, sipping at his coffee and then setting the
mug down, he moved to unfasten the frame. When the frame was tipped up,
the girls gasped. Saturn lay mapped diagonally from left shoulder blade
to right kidney. But down below, a perfect crescent moon was perfectly
mapped across one bun cheek, the curve following her thigh. A half-
earth rise in the distance hung over the other.

"Oh god John, it's beautiful," Cindy gasped.

"I'm speechless," Theresa said.

"Can I have one too... just like it!" Cindy asked.

"Sure... your scanning starts right AFTER breakfast. This morning I
want hash browns and breakfast strips. Topped with two poached eggs."

"Oh John... " Theresa stammered, tears welling in her eyes.

"She really is speechless!" Cindy said, hugging her friend and heading
for the kitchen. John moved up behind Theresa and put his arms around
her. She snuggled back against him, her eyes locked on the outfit.

"I thought I'd give you something to remember me by," he whispered in
her ear.

"God, it's lovely. Thank you. Don't know where I could wear it without
getting arrested though."

"Thought about that. If you added a pair of white terry shorts, or a
matching indigo skirt with colored panty hose. That would cover both
casual and dress up."

"Hate to cover that lovely moon. How the hell did you get it to follow
my bum?"

"Oh... a matter of angle. I designed it to be looked at while it was on
your body. See on the front where this streak is mapped around your
breasts? When you look at it from the front, it's straight. It only
bends when viewed from another angle."

"I think... mister, that you have found another profession. Do you know
how many women would give their left tit for an outfit like this?"

"Hopefully not many. I wouldn't want to see a society of women running
around with only one tit. Although it worked for the Amazons. They used
to slice one off so they would be better archers."

"No. I'm serious now! There's big money in fashion."

"Don't need it," John said casually, "But making you this happy... well
*some* things are important!" She turned to him and pushing their robes
aside, snuggled her breasts to his bare chest. Her arms sliding inside
his robe and around his back.

She looked up into his eyes and said, "Mister, you've made me the
happiest woman on earth. Even without that lovely outfit. But now you
listen to me. I'm serious about this. If I understand correctly you can
put *any* picture on *any* item of clothing? It will revolutionize
fashion. You'd have women lined up around the block waiting to get in.
They can bring their own photo's of what they want on it. The outfits
will *fit*! Like nothing they ever pulled off the rack. Each will be an
original. They feel sensual to wear, they are the sexiest things that
they have ever had on. Now this is big business. You can't just forget
about it!"

"Theresa, women won't stand still for that *damn personal* probing as
both you and Cindy have called it. And it won't fit properly without
it."

"John, you've never been to the gynecologist. You have no idea what
women will tolerate. And as far as the probing goes, I know that it
doesn't need to be quite *that* personal unless you're making a sex toy
for her boyfriend while you're at it."

"You figured that out, huh?" John asked, "But think about it, Theresa.
You'd have to make a mannequin for each woman. If she put on ten pounds
it doesn't work anymore. If you sold a thousand outfits, then you've
got a thousand mannequins hanging around."

"So you charge $5000 for the scanning and then a storage charge per
month if they want you to keep it. Otherwise they keep it themselves.
Women would love to have an image of themselves when they're young and
firm to show their grandkids. They can dress it up or use it to display
the fashion they buy from us. Put the whole thing in a glass display
case."

"How many women could afford that?"

"John, you're not listening! That outfit right there would cost me a
thousand dollars if I could find it. If you only sold a thousand of
them. That's five thousand for the scanning and another thousand for
the outfit. That's six million dollars! How much would materials cost
for that?"

"Oh... I don't know. Maybe five hundred thousand."

"So you only make five and a half million, call it five to deal with
overhead of a high end location."

"But, Theresa. I don't want to be in the dress business."

"Dresses? You can make dresses too?"

"Only tight fitting ones. You'd have to do the loose stuff by hand."

"Oh god, John. You could be a trillionaire!"

"But I can't spend the money I've got now.... " he trailed off. "But
you could," he said, "And Cindy."

"What? We don't know how to do this."

"I could teach you. What if we set you and Cindy up in a partnership?
We patent the machine and the process. You could even sell franchises
all over the world."

"But John, it was your idea."

"So what? I'm set for life. You and Cindy aren't... until I die. And
then only what I've got from investments. My winnings cut off cold when
I die."

"You mean that you put us in your will?"

"Who else... but the ones I love."

"Oh John.... " Theresa snuggled to him. "Will you kiss me?"

"Sure. Anytime," he said. Theresa pulled him down into a gentle kiss.
Tears welling up in her eyes. Then she hugged him hard for a long time.

"Come on. Let's go tell Cindy we're going to be bizillionaires," she
said.

"You're going to be bizillionaires. I don't want any."

"Not going to happen. It was your idea. The only way I will accept it,
is if you take royalties. Big ones. And there will be lots of them.
You're going to have to figure out how to spend money better."

"Oh god. What have I gotten myself into?" John moaned as she led him to
the kitchen. Theresa was bubbling with excitement as she explained it
all to Cindy, who could barely finish her cooking as the excitement
grabbed her.

"God... we'll sell a million of them. At a minimum of six thousand
dollars for the first one. That's billions of dollars!"

"But who will buy these outfits? Most women can't afford that kind of
money," John argued.

"Do you have any idea how many women out there are spending that kind
of money for ill fitting high fashion in New York, London and Paris?"

"No, I guess not."

"John, can you work with Kevlar?" Cindy asked out of the blue.

"Huh? Not make it. But I could layer it into the clothing without too
much trouble."

"What's Kevlar?" Theresa asked.

"A material they use in bullet proof vests," Cindy replied.

"An outfit that's sexy *and* bullet proof? Oh god, you just got every
diplomat's wife in the world as a customer!" Theresa gasped. Cindy
served breakfast and John dove in.

After a time he said, "Okay girls, here's the deal. The way I see it,
we've got just over a year to put this together. That's when Theresa
turns eighteen. Cindy a few months ahead of that. It will take me at
least that much time to get the machines and processes patented. At
that time you two incorporate and license my patents from me. You've
both got a fair amount of capital stashed away by now, but that's for
your tuition. I expect you both to use it for such. I will agree to a
strictly royalty based licensing fee. That way if it bombs you're not
indebted to me over it. I also will purchase a large block of stock
from you. Forty-nine percent to be exact. You two will retain fifty-one
percent which you can buy from the company as your earnings allow. That
will give you operating capital to get your company off the ground.

"Between now and then we build each of you a stunning wardrobe. Which
you two will model when you have your debut fashion show. You will
model them as we have no other models, and can't really afford to have
real models around before then anyway. You'll have to watch your bodies
between now and then. No food binges. I think... god, I hope, that you
two are pretty much grown as much as you're going to."

"I'm not a model!" Cindy complained.

"You're sexier than you know," John said.

"But we don't have to model them. Except in private to just a few
people who control the fashion shows. We can hire real models and scan
them. Then make outfits for them," Cindy said.

"Personally, I think you should have your own fashion show. Don't deal
with the fashion industry as it is. They have a monopoly on things and
they aren't going to want to give it up. But if you girls hand deliver
invitations to your own show to the top critics for all the news
agencies, while wearing one of your own outfits, then I think that you
can pull off a *coup d'etat* on the fashion industry.

"If you show up at the fashion shows as a newcomer, you're going to be
like a beggar on the doorstep. Those people aren't stupid. They're
going to fight you tooth and claw. As to hiring models, I think you two
would do better. You've both got outstanding figures. You're healthy
and well built. Most fashion models I've ever seen look emaciated. You
are after the high end fashion dollar. Most women don't look like
fashion models. But a large portion of them do have bodies like yours."

"How do you figure that?" Theresa asked.

"Well... from personal experience actually. Say a man was a horny
single millionaire. What kind of women would he choose to surround
himself with?" It took a moment to sink in. Both girls busted out
laughing. Cindy caught it while taking a sip of coffee. It launched
itself out her lips and across the table. That just added to the humor
of the situation. Both girls were rolling on the floor holding their
sides. John finished his breakfast, smirking.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 28

It was a busy time. First off, they had to travel into town for winter
provisions. John hooked up the trailer and they literally loaded it to
the brim. The girls made a raid on several fabric stores that left
their inventories short and the managers smiling as they counted the
money. John focused on more practical matters like food, video tape, a
complete editing set up and as the girls would be designing clothes
like mad, practicing with the casting machine, a whole lot more of the
chemicals needed. The chemical house was followed by trips around to
several hardware houses and surplus outlets.

Lastly, as the girls went on a "mall crawl", John bought out a video
game store's stock of the latest games. He hid them away for Theresa.
Over the next few months John completed drawings of his machines and
write-ups of their principles. His yearly endowment arrived along with
a notice from his lawyers, "You're doing better, but spend even more!"
He cabled them back asking for and receiving a recommendation for the
best patent firm. He double checked with several other sources and
confirmed the recommendation. He contacted them and began the long
patent process. Next he contacted his lawyers to begin the corporate
process.

When asked why they should get it all set up, but not instigate it
until a certain date, he informed them, "Just leave the names blank,
otherwise...you don't *want* to know." Even lawyers are smart enough to
know what that means so not another word was spoken about it. John made
a last trip into town to deliver his write-ups to his patent lawyers by
registered mail. Taking the second cruiser, he had it winterized and
serviced. He made a side trip to a jewelry store while he waited.

The girls helped prepare the place for winter. The second cruiser was
returned to the storage shed and dipstick heater installed. A trickle
charger now supplemented the battery and a spare sat on its own
charger. John had bought anti-freeze while in town and he showed the
girls how to winterize their future vehicles on 'Cruiser one. To his
mild surprise they were fascinated. He then serviced the snowmobiles.
Again, they were attentive over his actions as he lubed up the track
idlers and changed the plugs. Test running them and starting them
several times to be certain they would be usable come snow. He checked
all belts and added anti-freeze lube to all cables.

The girls were going great guns on their fashion ideas. John worked out
bonding processes for zippers and fasteners. Cindy insisted he do
something about the hip cables. He compensated for them by increasing
the tension head to foot and balancing tension side to side. Making a
junction a little higher on the neck between the arm cables and the
back. Now cables ran up each leg and then joined at the neck with the
arm and head cables. A separate cable ran straight down the back and
connected to a cable connected between the two leg cables. The result
when cinched up tight flexed hardly at all when the weight of the foam
was added. However, the frame did. John beefed it up with some angle
iron and then the system worked well. This eliminated both the hip and
shoulder cables. John thought the shoulders sagged a little, but he
added a Delron cross bar woven between the three down cables and this
cured it.

Rather than having to make every little change himself, John taught the
girls how the system worked. He had computer aided programming tools
that helped immensely. Once he got the idea of three dimensions across
to them, it all seemed to fall into place. The computer drove the arms,
which knew where they were by sensors on themselves and the tables. The
scanning table used contact sensors to read relative positions of body
parts. A series of floating wheels scanned down the body gave a rough
reference which more accurate probes refined. A photo scan read skin
tone and helped locate such things as nipples. The computer mapped all
readings together to build a composite three dimensional picture of the
body which was stored in arrays.

On the casting side, the computer first determined the exact location
of the suspended cables. Then performed a centering routine to map the
body arrays around the support structure. It then made passes adding
material to the cables, one layer at a time. Making a proportional
number of passes depending on thickness at any given point. The central
structure was made up of courser material. The machine switching to
continually finer grained material as the surface was approached.
Finally it laid on a smooth skin like plastic, adding pigmentation
according to the RGB (Red, Green and Blue) values from the photo
arrays. The result was a lifelike replica. Lifelike because it matched
proportions exactly within thousandths of an inch and the exact color
values of the original master (body). As long as the replica remained
in it's frame, another coat -the clothing- was just a matter of
extending dimensions outwards from the surface. Then whatever design
was desired, was substituted for the original RGB values of the body.
Mapped over the array using a method known as "Ray Tracing".

Cindy seemed to grasp the concepts instantly. Even so John went over
each part several times. Then Cindy walked Theresa through it till she
understood completely. The rest was just using the tools at hand to
convert their ideas into fashions. Being able to design and make
changes in the computer and then rotate and look at the figure from any
angle helped a lot. John showed them how to make dresses.

"Just map the surface down to the hips, then have the computer connect
high points on the front and back of the object."

"But what supports the strand between the points while it sets?" Cindy
asked.

"The previous strand, which *has* set. Some sagging may occur, but not
much. You could compensate for it by stretching fabric over the gaps
and letting the computer bond it in."

"Good idea. Like spandex inserts, or embroidered designs," Cindy
replied.

"Uh yeah, but that's your area, not mine. I just design machines."

"Think you could design an embroidery machine for me?" Cindy asked.

"No, but I'll buy one. You can buy an off the shelf machine that you
can scan patterns into. No need reinventing the wheel."

"Maybe not, but sometimes for a different point of view," Cindy
remarked.

"Ahh, the frivolity of youth!" John muttered.

"Well, tell you what *old man*, I wouldn't mind a little frivolity
myself right now. Care to join me in the hot tub?" she asked.

"Wouldn't miss it," he said.

"Well, we won't go into that. Sometimes I think I should...." Cindy
mused.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing."

"No...What?"

"Okay,.... Sometimes I think about that time with my mannequin. I don't
know if you realized how turned on I got.... and... well I was thinking
of casting up your image," she said.

"Not a bad idea. Why don't you?"

"Me?"

"Yes, it would be good practice."

"Uh... okay... How do I start?"

"Well, we've been at this for several months now... You tell me!"

Cindy grinned, "Test time, huh teach?"

"Sort of. Perhaps if there's a surrogate available I could get more
sleep."

"Oh! Are we keeping you awake at night?" she asked indignantly. Only
half joking.

"Darlin', I've barely had an undisturbed cat nap since Theresa and you
first arrived, but I'm not silly enough to complain about it. I can
sleep when I really am old. Now how about that hot tub?" Cindy snuggled
to him about an hour and a half later. They were reclined on a double
chaise by the bubbling tub. The sweat running off their bodies wasn't
from the hot water. For some reason their love making had been
exceptionally passionate. Cindy traced her finger nails gently around
on his chest.

"John?"

"Mmm?"

"Could we make the mannequins move?"

"Mmmm... depends on what you want. Walking is pretty much out of the
question."

"How about hips?"

"Doable, why?"

"I had this wild image a while ago. I'd like to see your mannequin make
it with mine," she giggled.

"Might be trouble."

"How so?"

"Well.... might be some jealousy from Theresa's double." Cindy was
silent a moment and then busted out laughing.

"No, not if you can make mine's tongue work!" she managed to gasp out.
Now it was John's turn to laugh. Theresa found them with tears rolling
down their cheeks and holding their sides.

"Hey, what's so funny?" she asked smiling. They took one look at her
and were off again. "Okay," she finally shrugged. "Just wanted to
remind Cindy it was her turn to cook." After a moment to gather her
breath, Cindy nodded and headed for the shower. Theresa stripped off
her clothes and headed for the tub. A few moments later, John joined
her.

"Sometimes you two are sooooo odd," Theresa said.

"But you can't help but love us for it?"

"No, I can't," she said, turning to him and moving into his arms. John
did his best to repeat the performance he had done earlier with Cindy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 29

Cindy chopped an onion for the meatloaf, then mixed in the rest of the
ingredients. She set it in the oven and then washed her hands and
checked the clock. She moved back into the lab. John was right. Time to
cut her teeth. She strung up the frame and then moved to the computer.
Pulling up the image of John. She toyed with the idea of modifying it a
bit, using her internal measurements, but no. John was just fine the
way he was. A part of her mind told her if she ever did try it out, and
she knew she would, then she wanted it to be as real as possible. She
double checked everything John had taught her and started the machine.
Looking up at a clock, she scrambled back to the kitchen.

Dinner passed sort of quietly. The three of them basking in the warm
glow of the endorphins their bodies had released earlier. John even
more so. Cindy smirked to herself over the reason. Sometimes she would
surprise herself. Like now when she thought of John and Theresa
together after she headed for the kitchen. She was glad her man was
content. The thought of him as *her man* startled her a bit. But she
smiled inwardly.

He was *her man*. She liked that. Theresa was *her woman*, she liked
that also. She would miss her when she went off to college but she
would still get to see her lots. The joint fashion venture would insure
that. In fact -at the moment- Cindy was no where near as interested in
the venture as Theresa was. Certainly Cindy had seen the potential, but
she didn't really care about that. She was on her way to financial
security through her investments anyway. Certainly not as well to do as
John was, but heading in a direction that if she worked a bit, she
could retire comfortably.

The main reason she had so embraced the fashion idea..... was John.
Before the fashion idea she had no idea what she would use for an
excuse to hang around. She wanted to stay with John...... Forever! But
John had this image of the "*girls*" growing up and heading off to
college and from there out into life on their own. Cindy didn't want
that. Yes, she wanted to go to college, probably business school. But
then she wanted to come back.... to be John's..... Wife? The word
didn't seem right. Lover?... More than that. Mate?... That sounded
right. She wanted to be John's mate.

In a way, she wanted to be Theresa's mate too. But it wasn't the same
thing. Sure, she absolutely adored making love with the lovely wench.
She got more beautiful every day. Cindy could picture Theresa being a
part of her life with John, but more like a visiting part. She could
see Theresa heading off to college, meeting a guy and getting married.
Then, besides working with Cindy on the fashion partnership, she would
stop by unexpectedly and stay the weekend. Then she would go back home
to her husband and John would be all hers for the weeknights. Maybe
barbecuing up on the silo cover, like a large patio, on a summer's
evening. Herself looking out with satisfaction at how the trees she had
planted were growing. Glancing over at John turning chicken on the
grill and smiling at him in a come hither manner.

"I said, could you please pass the carrots?" Theresa repeated.

"There's more chicken..," Cindy muttered.

"Chicken? Where the hell did you go, girl? You cooked meatloaf!"
Theresa said.

"Huh? Oh... sorry, just daydreaming. Here," Cindy said, passing the
bread.

Theresa chuckled. 'Yup, just like I told John....' she thought. John
passed her the carrots and looked thoughtfully at Cindy.

"When your plane lands I'll help you with the dishes," Theresa said.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking that we needed some trees outside."

"Trees? Girl, it's snowing out there," Theresa said.

"No, for summer time. For shade for the patio."

"Patio?" John said.

"The silo roof."

"Oh... not a bad idea. But back far enough they don't interfere with my
stargazing."

"No, I would never do that."

"I'm not so sure she's landed yet. Help me put these away, John?"
Theresa asked. John nodded. Looking even more thoughtfully at Cindy.
After the others started moving, Cindy seemed to come around more. She
cleared the table of dishes and started to rinse them. John and Theresa
put the leftovers in the refrigerator. When Cindy rinsed the same pan
twice, Theresa pushed her aside and took over.

"Why don't you go play in the lab or something. Better yet, watch a
movie. It's probably safer," Theresa said.

"The lab!" Cindy said and rushed off.

"You don't have any Marijuana around here do you?" Theresa asked,
looking after her.

"Uh... no. Maybe some seeds somewhere in my college things," John
replied.

"No.. I don't want any. It just occurred to me that Cindy had been
smoking something."

"Don't know. Don't think so. I quit trying to figure out women's moods
almost a year ago, about the time you arrived," John chuckled.

"A year? Has it been that long?"

"Not quite. You were just a month off of sixteen."

"A year.... " she said softly to herself. And then Theresa was gone.
John kissed her on the neck and headed for the Com room. Life with two
young women could be interesting at times, he mused. Theresa found
Cindy in the lab, standing as if in a trance. She came up behind her
and put her arms around her. Cindy leaned back against her, but her
gaze never left the casting table. Suspended in the frame was a
duplicate of John, right down to the erection.

"Pretty real looking," Theresa mused.

"Spooky," Cindy replied.

"So.... you going to try it out?" Theresa asked.

"Huh? What?" asked Cindy, distracted.

"Are you going to try out the mannequin?"

Cindy was silent for a bit then replied, "Oh... I don't know. Doesn't
make much sense when we have a live one around."

"Yeah, and one who's tongue works!" Theresa chuckled, "Still, it could
be interesting."

"Yeah, it could be...." Cindy replied, still distracted. Theresa's
hands slid up under the thin material of her friend's T-shirt and
cupped her breasts. Her fingers sought and found the nipples, which
were already hard.

"My, if your nipples are any indication I think you want to try it
out," Theresa chuckled. Cindy blushed a bit.

Then finally replied, "I won't deny it appeals to me."

"So why not do it?" Theresa asked, sliding one hand down and into the
waistband of Cindy's shorts. Cindy leaned back into her friend and
didn't reply. Theresa continued her explorations, sliding her hand down
over Cindy's soft pubic hair. Her fingers split and passed on either
side of her clitoris. Her mouth descended onto Cindy's neck and she
kissed it. Her other hand cupping and squeezing a firm breast. Cindy
moaned softly in response to Theresa's advances, but her eyes remained
locked upon the mannequin.

Theresa pulled back her hands and lifted Cindy's T-shirt up and over
her head. Then her fingers found the waistband on her shorts and pushed
them down. Cindy hardly seemed to notice as she now stood nude,
entranced by the image of John before her. Theresa pulled off her own
shirt and shorts. Again moving up behind her friend, her bare breasts
against Cindy's back. Her pelvis against Cindy's bare ass. Her hands
moved around her friend and over her arms. She grasped her wrists and
walked her forward. Cindy didn't resist when Theresa guided her hands
up to the mannequin.

Cindy lightly dragged her fingertips over the chest and down the
abdomen. Theresa's hands resumed their exploration of Cindy's body. Her
fingers descending down the cleft on each side from her hip bones. They
reached the apex and she pulled back at the lips of the vulva with her
fingertips. Cindy responded by opening her legs a bit more. Her own
fingers had reached the penis. Her fingers fondling it softly.

Theresa could feel Cindy's excitement on her fingertips. She was
virtually dripping. She dipped her fingers into the moistness and then
one hand returned to the clitoris, rubbing it softly with Cindy's
nectar. Her pelvis moving against Cindy's ass cheeks. Her lips once
more upon her neck and shoulders.

"Damn!" spat Cindy.

"What?" asked Theresa in concern. Thinking she had offended her friend
in some way.

"It's attached underneath it," Cindy replied. Theresa looked over her
shoulder to see what she was talking about. Cindy sort of lifted up on
the foam penis, but it resisted. A thin membrane bonded it to the body.

"Hmm... Guess we'll have to circumcise it," Theresa sort of chuckled.
She moved from her friend and sought out a razor knife. Then she moved
to the other side of the table and bent over it. She lifted the pseudo
penis to put tension on the membrane and starting at the tip carefully
began to separate it.

"Be careful!" Cindy cautioned.

"Like it was real!" Theresa smirked, "Don't worry, love. I won't hurt
it." Cindy bent to watch as Theresa completed the operation. She then
examined what would be the topside and made two or three more trimming
cuts. Then she trimmed off any edges that protruded from the body. She
thoroughly examined the penis and ran her fingers over it in test.

"That should do," she said, stepping back. "All yours. I think we
should unstring it though. Maybe put it in that chair?" Cindy nodded,
testing the penis with her own fingers. Theresa moved around the frame
loosening turnbuckles and unhooking cables. Cindy moved as an automaton
as she started to help. Once unstrung, the girls jointly lifted the
mannequin and set it astride an armless chair. The pliable foam bending
as they "sat" it down.

Cindy moved over the legs and used her pelvis to push the mannequin
back into the chair. Theresa pulled back on the hips from behind the
chair. The mannequin slowly conformed to a sitting position, the legs
sticking out straight. Theresa maintained her grip of the mannequin's
hips as Cindy positioned the foam penis against her vulva. She tried to
lower herself upon it, but in it's dry state it resisted entry and
bent. Cindy backed off and bent to lick it. Forgetting herself she deep
throated it.

Lifting her head she said, "A little roughness along the top.... could
be interesting." Theresa grinned at her friend from around the chair.
Cindy seemed to remember that the penis had no feeling. She licked it
again, leaving as much saliva upon it as she could. Then she once again
positioned herself. This time the head slid between her labia and into
her vagina. Just then Theresa got an idea. She let go the mannequin's
hips and the springy foam attempted to return to its cast position. The
effect was as if the mannequin had suddenly raised its hips. The foam
penis pushed upwards into Cindy quickly and slammed into her cervix.
She gasped suddenly in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her knees
buckled beneath her and she collapsed, pushing the mannequin back into
the chair. Her eyes closed as she fell forward against the chest.

"That wasn't very kind," Cindy mused, her eyes still closed.

"I couldn't help myself," Theresa chuckled.

"Actually, it was quite pleasant... in a painful sort of way. Very
realistic. I think I'd like John to do that to me sometime."

"Would you now?" John muttered to himself, watching and listening from
the Com room. Theresa moved around behind her friend. Her hands
slipping around her as she moved her pelvis against Cindy's ass and her
breasts against her back. She teased the ends of Cindy's nipples
playfully.

"So.... are you just going to lay there?" she asked.

"Just savoring it. Feels just like John does. Wouldn't mind sleeping
this way and waking up feeling him inside me again, like that time in
the solarium," Cindy mused.

"I think I was asleep myself. You'll have to tell me about it later.
Sounds nice," Theresa said... feeling a slight pang of jealousy. She
pushed the thought away. 'No!' she told herself mentally. 'I don't want
to be like that!' She traced her fingers around all over Cindy's
breasts as she kissed her on the neck and ground her pelvis into her
ass. The action started Cindy's hips moving. The foam penis following
suit began to stroke within her.

Cindy moaned with delight. It felt almost identical to John, except for
the slight roughness which now played against her clitoris, heightening
the sensation. She began to increase her movements. Soon she was making
complete thrusts upon the penis, now lubricated with her ample juices.
Theresa felt her friend's back rubbing against her nipples. Her tail
bone brushing against her own clitoris. To her surprise, she found
herself quite aroused by it all. She reached down to help, grabbing the
mannequin by the hips. She held it back against the chair as Cindy
moved her hips upwards and pulled forward on each of Cindy's down
strokes.

The effect wasn't lost on Cindy. Who's breath was fast becoming a
moaning wheeze. Perspiration broke out on her forehead. A few drops
trickled down her cheek in front of her ear and was found by Theresa's
tongue on her neck. Theresa found her own passion mounting as her
friend stroked away upon the pseudo penis. She had positioned her hips
so that each of Cindy's upstrokes rubbed against her clitoris. In her
mind she could hardly wait herself for her turn upon the mannequin. She
continued to guide the mannequin's hips in perfect time with Cindy's
movements.

Cindy was now gasping for air. She hadn't expected it to feel so real.
It was as if John himself were inside her as he had been earlier. Her
hands feeling the muscles of his chest, but the arms laying inert
beside her. As if he were asleep and she had mounted him during a
dream..... as Theresa had told her she had when she first arrived. She
thought about the young blonde's body astride his hips. The thought
pushed her towards her first orgasm.

Theresa found herself approaching orgasm. Seldom had she seen her
friend so worked up. Cindy was moving her hips in a way that rubbed
against her on purpose as she lifted from each stroke upon the
mannequin. Her soft ass cheeks riding over Theresa's hip bones and
pubic hair. As Cindy's hands now had control upon the mannequin's hips,
Theresa let her fingers wander over the firm brunette's body. Finding
their way down to the base of the foam penis, she moved them to bump
Cindy's clitoris on each stroke. Her other hand squeezing and pinching
at her breasts.

Cindy was lost in abandon as she drove her hips down repeatedly against
the mannequin's hips, driving the firm foam penis into herself. Her
orgasm seemed to linger just outside her grasp until she realized what
she was waiting for. John wasn't going to tense up! Smirking to herself
she pushed herself over the edge. Her body began to drive down upon his
replica with all her might as her body began to convulse. A whimpering
moan started deep inside her and built to a scream as it left her lips.

Feeling Cindy's contracting body against her, triggered Theresa's own
orgasm. It took her by surprise as she drove her hips forward against
Cindy's shapely ass. Fighting to hold her position as her knees buckled
beneath her. Her weight descended upon the mannequin's legs, sticking
out between her legs. To Cindy it was as if the mannequin's hips
suddenly rose up in orgasm. Driving the foam penis up hard against her
cervix. Her body slamming down in response as the second wave of orgasm
wracked her nubile body. She convulsed atop it, her hips seemingly with
a life of their own continued their stroking action. Again and again
she stroked and convulsed. Her orgasm lingering much longer and deeper
than usual. Again she realized what she was waiting for; the feel of
John's semen spurting up inside her. The thought triggered another
massive wave of contractions.

Theresa slid down the legs, now pumping up beneath her and against her
vulva. Her face against Cindy's quivering back. Her ass cheeks rising
up against her face. On impulse her tongue sought between the shapely
soft curves and found the sensitive orifice within. The touch of
Theresa's tongue upon her anus sent an electric shock through Cindy's
body and triggered yet another round of contractions. Her vagina
squeezing spasmodically hard against the foam penis then ballooning out
around it. Engulfing it as her hips drove frantically downwards. It
slammed up hard against her cervix again and again. Each gasping breath
seemingly accompanied with it's own orgasm.

Theresa felt herself responding to the soft foam legs bouncing up
against her. She slid down and shifted to one side. Now a leg rubbed up
against her clitoris with each bouncing stroke of Cindy's spasmodic
hips. Her friend's gasping moans of ecstasy ringing in her ears
triggered her own second orgasm. About the time her hips began to
convulse Cindy suddenly gasped and fell forward, inert. Theresa's
counter bouncing upon the legs had once again made the mannequin seem
to come alive. It was too much for Cindy's mind to cope with. Something
inside her mind exploded and she lost all thought. Her body sagged
against the mannequin which continued to stroke up inside her for a
time. Her hips quivering spasmodically and random contractions wracking
her young body.

"Damn..... going to have to play dead I guess," John mused to himself
watching the two collapsed women on the monitor. He had never seen the
two of them so worked up together. Cindy appeared to have passed out.
John wondered what they would do with a dildo. .. A thought occurred to
him. He grinned to himself as he reached up to shut off the monitor.
'May as well go to bed. Don't think my two lovelies will be up to
anything but sleeping,' he thought. Not that he needed any further
action quite so soon himself. But watching the two women with the
mannequin had left him excited anyway.

Theresa stirred slowly. Her body quivering a bit as she slowly got up.
Cindy still inert upon the mannequin. She moved to her friend and
softly kissed her on the cheek. Cindy stirred herself. Her head turned
to find the lips that were kissing her cheek. The two girls mouths met
and they engaged in a deep searching kiss. Cindy quivering halfway
through it as she became aware of the foam penis still within her. Just
like waking up with one inside her, she thought.

Theresa helped lift her friend to her feet. She was shaky at best. She
pulled her against her and the two of them merged face to face in a
tight embrace. Then Theresa guided her friend to the bedroom. Cindy
walking mechanically on rubbery legs. When they reached the bedroom,
John was already in bed, seemingly asleep. Theresa guided Cindy into
the bed and then headed for the bathroom.

Cindy snuggled to John. She realized that he had an erection and
without a though she impaled herself upon it and then promptly fell
asleep. Blissfully happy. When Theresa came out, she crawled in. She
noticed Cindy's position atop John and then noticed with a start that
John was erect inside her. Both were asleep and both smiling
blissfully.

She pulled the covers over all of them. Cindy's arm moved around her
naturally. Theresa smiled to herself and snuggled to their sides.
Before long, she followed them into sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 30

Sometime during the night, John slipped out of Cindy. Sometime later
she rolled off to the side. When John opened his eyes in the morning he
was bracketed by two firm young female bodies. Almost by instinct each
of his hands reached out to cup a firm breast. He smiled to himself.
What could possibly be a better way to wake up?

Cindy stirred first. Her eyes opened and she tipped her head to face
John. Feeling his hand upon her breast. She rolled half on top of him
as her lips sought his. Since the girls first arrived, starting with
Theresa, morning kisses were traditionally shallow. Cindy broke with
tradition as her tongue found it's way between John's lips. Neither of
them found it unpleasant so the kiss deepened.

When Cindy finally pulled back, John said, "Good morning. Did you sleep
well?"

"Mmmm.. Very well. And you?" she said, stretching.

"Never better. I just love waking up with you two beside me," John
replied, smiling.

"I think you'll find the feeling is mutual," murmured Theresa sleepily.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Cindy said, reaching out a hand to tousle her
hair.

"Who's turn to cook?" Theresa mumbled.

"Hm... don't remember. Why don't I help you?" Cindy replied.

"I've got a better idea. Why don't I cook this morning?" John said.

"Nope! I just remembered. It's my turn," Theresa said.

"Doesn't matter, I'm the boss and I feel like cooking. Why don't you
two snuggle for a while," John said.

"Yes, boss," Theresa said.

"The idea does have a certain degree of merit," Cindy smirked. John
leaned over and kissed Theresa. He broke with tradition himself as the
kiss deepened. Theresa didn't fight it. John held the kiss a long time
and then turned and repeated his performance with Cindy.

"That should get your motors running," John chuckled as he slid out
from between them. The girls rolled together to fill the vacuum between
them. John headed for the bath. Cindy's lips found Theresa's and kissed
them softly. Her hand moving to cup one of Theresa's firms breasts.

When she finally pulled back, Theresa mused, "My, aren't you a hungry
one? Especially considering last night." Cindy rolled her eyes.

"God, it was incredible. I could swear the damn thing came to life.
Perhaps it was just my imagination, but suddenly the hips rose up under
me when I was climaxing. Towards the end there, I swear it was pumping
up into me as hard as I was pumping down." Theresa busted out laughing.
"What? Think I'm crazy? I'm telling you it felt like the damn thing was
moving."

"No, that was me!" Theresa managed to gasp out.

"You? No. I know the difference. It was the damn mannequin!" Cindy
said, guiding her hand down over Theresa's abdomen and between her
legs. Theresa fought to suppress her giggles.

Finally she said, "No, it *was* me. You were rubbing back against me.
When I climaxed, I sort of collapsed down onto the legs. That levered
the hips up under you. Then when you kept going, the legs were sort of
bouncing up under me. I liked it so I sort of bounced back. That's what
caused the hips to pump up into you."

"Oh..," Cindy said, somewhat dejected.

"Aww.. I didn't mean to spoil it for you," Theresa said concerned.
Cindy was quiet for a time and then pressed her attack between
Theresa's legs.

"But that's even better," she mused.

"You're not - stop that! I've got to go! - You're not disappointed?"
Theresa said, concerned.

"Disappointed? No. Why would I be disappointed that my darling lover
made it all seem more real? After we use the bathroom I'd like to show
you just how un-disappointed I really am," Cindy said, crawling off the
bed. Once she found her footing, she offered her hand back to help
Theresa out of bed. As she stood the two of them sort of melted
together. Stealing a quick kiss, Theresa virtually sprinted to the
bathroom. John was brushing his teeth when Theresa came in and plunked
down. Cindy sort of danced around in the doorway.

"Guess I should have built a three-holer," John mused, after rinsing.

"Two would be nice about now," Cindy chuckled. Theresa finished up and
Cindy moved in. A look of relief spreading on her face. Theresa moved
to brush her teeth.

"Maybe I will install a second one. And maybe one of them Bidet things
if I'm gonna have women around much longer," John said.

"Darling, by your own plans you'll have us around for at least another
year," Theresa said, rinsing. John moved to kiss her properly now that
neither of them was conscious about their breath. Theresa hugged him
shortly. Then John headed towards the wardrobe. He stalled on the way
to try to collect one from Cindy who was headed for the sink.

"Oh, no. Gotta brush!" she giggled, pulling away.

"Fickle women!" John said, heading out the door.

"Fickle! If you weren't so adamant about cooking I'd show you who's
fickle!" Cindy called after him. "Don't know why I put up with him,"
she mused, quieter, heading for the sink.

"I do. 'Cause you're flat in love with the man," Theresa chuckled.

"Yeah, guess I am," Cindy said, finding her toothbrush.

"So am I," Theresa said quietly. She watched her friend brushing her
teeth for a moment and then headed back to bed. As she passed John, she
tweaked his ass. "Think I'd like.... French toast and bacon. Since
you're cooking," she said.

"Want it in bed?" John asked, sarcastically.

"No... I think Cindy and I will be occupied for a while. Just keep it
warm," she said with a wry smile. John chuckled as he slid on some
socks and looked for his sandals. "It was *your* idea," Theresa replied
over her shoulder.

"Just save some for me," John said.

"Some what?" Cindy asked. Stalling to get her real kiss.

"Of what you and Theresa will be doing while I'm cooking," he said. He
stood and pulled her into his arms. This time she didn't resist. When
he finally let up she was a bit wobbly on her legs.

"Oh... You're welcome to as much as you can handle I'll wager," she
said, somewhat breathlessly.

"In fact you're welcome to postpone breakfast for a while and join us,"
she added.

"No. You two go ahead. My body demands coffee," John said, heading out
the door.

"Now who's fickle?" Cindy called after him. She slid into bed once more
with Theresa and they instantly snuggled together. Cindy found
Theresa's lips once more. There was no reticence this time. Sometime
later they lay together, somewhat sweaty. They gently caressed each
other with their finger tips.

"So.... Are you going to tell him?" Theresa asked, out of the blue.

"Tell who?" Cindy replied absently.

"The Jolly green giant. How many *hims* do we have around here?"
Theresa mocked.

"Well, not counting the mannequin..- have to think up a name for
him...- just one. What am I going to tell him?" Cindy asked, her
fingers playing along the curves under Theresa's breasts.

"That you don't want to leave next year," Theresa said.

"Huh? How did you know?" Cindy asked, looking into her friend's eyes.

"Oh... I don't know. I just did. Call it woman's intuition. So are you
going to tell him?" Theresa asked, her own fingers playing around
Cindy's nipples. Cindy was silent for a time and then sighed heavily.

"Do you think I should? I don't know what he'll say or do. I don't want
to spoil it before then," she said. Theresa pulled her friend's head
around and kissed her.

Then said, "I don't see how both of you can be so stupid. You're both
madly in love with each other. John doesn't want you to leave any more
than you want to. He may say he does, but it really scares the hell out
of him." Tears welled up into Cindy's eyes.

"Do you really think so?" she asked.

"I know so," Theresa replied, seriously.

"And... What about you? What are you going to do?" Cindy asked.

"Well, my plans are pretty much what John laid out. I intend to go to
college and get my degree. I want to meet someone my own age and fall
in love, get married and have kids," Theresa replied, honestly.

"And what about me? How do you feel about me staying with John?" Cindy
asked, hesitantly.

"I love it! I think it's absolutely perfect," Theresa replied.

"And me? How do you feel about me?" Cindy asked quietly. Theresa kissed
her softly before answering.

"I love you. With all my heart. I don't ever want to lose what we
have.... The other night when you came in to cook dinner and I was
walking with John, I talked with him about it. I told him then that I
wanted to come back often. And I don't mean for just a quick visit, but
for lots of extended weekends.... I also told him that I thought you
didn't want to leave.... He said... '*That is more than I could hope
for*' to quote him. He went on to say that he didn't want to hold you
back. That he thought you would 'want' to leave.... I told him I didn't
think so. But I do know that he absolutely does want you to go to
college. He wants us both to. I think that's probably a really good
thing. But I think he wants you to come back, in fact I'm fairly
certain about it," Theresa concluded. Cindy wept quietly against her
friend's breasts for a while. Theresa softly playing in her hair.

"I.. I.. love him... I can't help it. I can't face the idea of a future
without him... I don't want to..." Cindy sobbed.

"I know.." Theresa said, hugging her friend to her. "I love him too.
And I love you.... but my dream isn't here. I want to raise kids. I
can't do that with John.... Have you thought about that?" Cindy nodded
against Theresa's breasts.

She swallowed hard and finally replied, "Yes. I thought about it.... I
don't think I have a burning need to have children.... I understand
that you do.. but for me... well, there's already five billion people
on earth.... but that's not really it. It's just that I don't want
children if it means leaving John to do it." She broke down again as
she finished. Theresa hugged her close and let her cry. After a time
she began to caress her friend. Suddenly Cindy was kissing her
fiercely. Theresa understood Cindy's need for release and returned the
kiss. Her hands moving to cup Cindy's breasts.

Later after they showered and were dressing, Theresa said, "I think it
will all work out fine... You're good for John's heart in more ways
than one. At least you'll keep him exercised."

"Thank you... lover," Cindy said softly, "And thanks for letting me cry
on you."

"No problem... just one hint," Theresa said.

"What's that?" Cindy asked.

"Just don't let John find out how *hot* crying makes you. He might be
tempted to treat you badly just to trigger it," Theresa chuckled. Cindy
chuckled too. "Come on... lover. Let's find out if our breakfast is
cold," Theresa said.

"Uh.. Can I have just one more kiss before we go?" Cindy asked.

"Always," Theresa said, pulling her into her arms.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Continued in chapters 31-35.

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