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Ch. 41 Codes: ff, MF, teen, oral
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
The Fourth of July came and went. We had a barbecue around the pool
and went down to the Boardwalk to watch the fireworks afterward. My
forty-second birthday was a week after that, and the four girls
combined to give me a present I would not soon forget. I celebrated
myself by buying a green four-door Hummer to replace the Grand
Cherokee. I briefly considered trading in the Jeep, then realized that
we could use another car around the ranch, so I just gave the keys to
the girls.
Hayley spent about one night out of every three with Marianne and me,
and what went on, if you weren't inclined to label it, was something
special to all of us. We didn't talk about it anymore, since there no
longer seemed to be anything that needed saying.
Britney and Christina proved to be an instant hit around the ranch,
much as their namesakes were in the music business. Though at night
they slept in Hayley's room, in a big dog bed together, they were very
much a part of the family. The other girls often played with them, and
Britney took to sleeping on the ottoman in the library when I was in
there reading or working. The horses adjusted to their presence
quickly enough, and the dogs often came along when we went out riding.
Giselle recovered from her break-up with Ashley after a few weeks. I
often saw her hanging out with Hayley, and the two of them took to
riding their horses together in the afternoons.
As the summer stretched on, I found myself becoming more and more
inclined to take an active hand in managing the ranch, and I was soon
getting up early in the mornings to help Tony take care of things. He
was a good-natured guy and did his best to show me what I needed to
know, though he liked to joke about my finally learning the meaning of
real work after a career of pushing paper around on my desk. After
spending a few weeks nursing a collection of blisters, I wasn't going
to argue with him
One morning in July, we were cleaning the stables when Hayley came out,
wanting to take Belle for a ride. We helped her saddle up, and I stood
in the doorway of the barn watching her ride off.
"That's got to be the sweetest girl I've ever met," Tony said, "and
I've met quite a few."
"Yeah."
"You're a pretty lucky guy, you know that?"
My head spun around in surprise, but he just laughed.
"You think I haven't figured out what you've got going on here? With
that sign you've got over the front gate?" He laughed again. "I may
be getting old, but I'm not stupid."
"Uh."
"It's not a problem. I'm not a man to judge other people's
lifestyles. I can tell all these girls are crazy about you, and that's
about all that matters to me."
"Okay."
He leaned against his pitchfork, propping his arms up on the end of the
handle.
"I lived in a place like this for a few years, a commune of sorts,
after I came back from Vietnam. I wasn't ready to rejoin conventional
society. Wasn't for a long time."
"You were in Vietnam?"
He nodded.
"Not something I enjoy talking about, but I was. One thing I learned
was that you have to appreciate what you have when you have it, because
you won't have it forever. Friends and family especially. If this is
what you and those girls want out of your lives, then you should take
it. You shouldn't let anyone else stop you from enjoying something
special, even if it might be pretty unorthodox."
It took me a moment or two to answer him.
"Thanks."
He shrugged.
"Don't mention it. Just be happy."
That afternoon, I went walking with Britney through the redwoods around
the perimeter of the property. She would run ahead of me, then back,
then ahead again, stopping to sniff one thing or another as she ran
around, or pausing to stick her nose into a gopher hole. The gophers
had thus far been too smart for her to catch, but she hadn't stopped
trying.
We reached the spot where the creek ran under the fence onto the next
property, and Britney ran up to the water to take a drink. We walked
up the creek bank toward the waterfall, and I began to hear giggles and
female conversation through the trees.
I stopped when we got in sight of the waterfall. The sight that
greeted my eyes was more of a surprise than it should have been. Up
ahead, Hayley and Giselle were lying on a blanket beside the water,
making love. Their limbs were intertwined, arms entangled with thighs
as they moved slowly against each other, oblivious to everything around
them.
So this, I thought, was where they were riding to every afternoon, and
maybe why Giselle seemed to have gotten over Ashley so quickly. I
didn't mind. Marianne had Tiffany, and it looked like Hayley now had
Giselle. The symmetry of it was pretty darned neat when you gave it
some thought.
Britney tried to run up to them, but I grabbed her collar in time to
stop her. This wasn't something I wanted to interrupt, and even
watching seemed improper. I picked up the dog and carried her back
into the trees, leaving the girls to each other.
When Britney and I got back to the house, I found Marianne and Tiffany
sunbathing by the pool. Two pairs of oily pink nipples pointed toward
the sun. I changed into my swim shorts and dove into the pool to cool
off. When I swam up to the edge, Marianne had come up to her elbows to
watch me.
"Where did you go?"
"Just took the dog for a walk."
She looked around the pasture behind us.
"It's a nice day."
"It's hot," Tiffany said.
"Have you noticed that Hayley and Giselle are spending a lot of time
together lately?"
The two of them looked at each other in disbelief and then burst out
laughing.
"You've only just figured this out?" Marianne asked.
"I guess I haven't been paying attention."
They laughed again, and Marianne grinned at me.
"I ran into Giselle coming out of Hayley's bedroom one morning about
two weeks ago," she said. "I pretty much knew after that. So yeah,
they're an item now."
"Like you two."
Another exchange of sly looks, then another laugh.
We stayed around the pool for a while. Hayley and Giselle returned not
long afterward and joined us, and--now that I knew what was going on--I
could see definite signs of attraction between the two of them. Little
giggles, shared looks, sparks in their eyes, although helping each
other with the suntan lotion was a pretty big tip-off too.
I felt like grilling some steaks for dinner. While I was working in
the kitchen, Hayley came inside and gave me a hug from behind. She was
still in poolside attire, which meant nothing but string bikini
bottoms, and I could feel her naked breasts through the fabric of my
shirt.
"Hey."
She giggled.
"Marianne said you only just figured out what Giselle and I have been
up to."
"I saw you by the waterfall this afternoon, by accident. Britney and I
were taking a walk."
"We've been going out there a lot."
"I noticed. Just didn't make the connection until today."
"You're okay with it?"
"Yes. This is the Kitten Ranch. Goes with the territory, I think."
"I still love you just as much."
"I know. Don't sweat it."
She lifted up on her tiptoes and kissed me.
"Thanks."
After dinner, I sat out by the pool smoking a cigar. It was a bad
habit I had been indulging more often now that I had the leisure time
to do it, though the girls unanimously refused to let me smoke them
inside.
I heard one of the French doors open, and I turned to see Elizabeth
coming out of the house. She took the chair next to me and leaned
back, looking up at the stars.
"Nice night."
"Yep."
She reached for the cigar, and, a little surprised, I passed it to
her. She took a small drag and passed it back.
"I wouldn't have pegged you as a cigar smoker," I said.
"My uncle smoked them. I've always liked the smell."
I offered her the snifter of Hennessey XO I was drinking, and she took
a sip.
"How's summer school?"
"Going well. I should get my degree next spring."
"Still thinking of law school?"
"I'm taking the LSAT in October."
"Good luck."
"Thanks. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."
I laughed softly.
"Don't give me the credit. You're the one doing the work."
"But I couldn't be doing the work without your help with the girls."
"I don't mind it."
We were quiet for a few minutes, passing the cigar back and forth.
"You know," she said after a while, "we've never much talked about high
school. We just had that one shocking revelation at lunch that day.
Since then, we've kind of ignored the issue."
My heart beat faster, and I had to steady myself for a moment.
"Water under the bridge," I lied.
"You think?"
"It all happened a long time ago."
She smiled at me.
"I won't pretend that I thought about you much in the intervening
years, if at all. But I've thought about it a lot this year."
"What have you thought?"
"How come you never got married?"
"Never met the right girl. Came close a couple of times, but it just
didn't happen."
She looked into my eyes for a few seconds, then glanced down at the
cement.
"Then you meet my daughter, and less than a year later, the two of you
are already talking marriage. You must know that that makes me wonder
about a few things."
I swallowed hard.
"It's not because I really want to marry you."
"I know that. I know it's Marianne you love. But you understand what
I'm saying?"
I did, but it still took me a few seconds to say so.
"Yeah."
She sat up, taking a deep breath.
"Could you come out to the house for a second?"
"What for?"
She smiled.
"Don't panic. I just want to show you something."
"Okay."
She stood, and I followed her out across the backyard. The guesthouse
was fairly modest, probably about 1500 square feet, one-story, and just
two bedrooms, a den, and a kitchen. It was furnished in the same ranch
style as the main house, though Elizabeth had put her own spin on it,
giving it somewhat more of a Southwestern flavor. She had hung several
Navajo blankets and sand paintings on the walls and (with my blessing)
replaced the carpet with sandstone tile throughout the house.
She let me in and stepped toward the bedroom.
"Have a seat. I'll be right back."
I sat on the couch, wondering what was going on. I got my answer in
about five minutes.
Deja vu was far too weak a description for what I felt when Elizabeth
finally walked out of the back. I felt as if someone had slugged me in
the stomach, knocking me clear back to 1974. In a split-second, I went
from forty-two to seventeen, and believe me, it was not a pleasant
experience.
She smiled at me warmly.
"I don't know what surprised me more, that I actually found this thing
when I moved up here or that it actually still fits."
I gasped for breath, unable to answer her. It did fit, by the way.
Her All Saints cheerleading outfit, I mean.
The polyester was a little faded, and the creases from twenty-five
years of storage would probably never come out, but Elizabeth Mulcahey
was gone. Before me stood Beth Dunbar. She had even ironed her hair
the way she always had in high school.
She took a few steps toward me.
"Are you all right?"
I gulped.
"Are you?"
She laughed softly.
"You think I've lost my mind, don't you?"
"I don't know."
She smiled at me wearily for a few seconds.
"Steve, I'm not stupid. I see the way you look at me now and then,
however much I try to stay out of the way. I can still see some of the
same things in your eyes that I saw twenty-five years ago, and I don't
want that. I don't want to be in bed with you, in your head, when
you're with Marianne. Both of you deserve more than that. I don't
want to be your adolescent obsession anymore. You need to get this out
of your system, and I don't see any other way to do it. You need to
see that there isn't as much here for you as you might think."
I realized what she was really saying.
"You're talking about . . ." But I couldn't say it.
She nodded.
"Yes. Just for tonight, but yes."
"I thought you had . . . come out, I mean. As a lesbian."
"I have. But you know I've had sex with men. It's not a repulsive
experience for me; it's just not how I want to live my life. If you're
worried about that, don't be. I'm sure I'll enjoy it. And I'm
offering this out of more than just frustration. I really have been
trying to articulate my gratitude to you for a long time, but I've just
not been able to do it in a way that would do justice to all you've
done for me and the girls. I'm not good enough with words. I just
want you to think of where we would be without you. I might be on
welfare right now. Marianne would have no chance of going to college.
God knows what Hayley would have done. Instead we all have a bright
future ahead of us, and it's largely due to you."
"You don't have to do this."
"I know. And believe me, I don't mean what I just said as a cliche,
man saves woman, woman pays him back with sex. I think that really
demeans everyone involved. You and I are not teenagers anymore. We
know, I think, that one little roll in the hay isn't worth all that
much in the great scheme of things."
"No."
"I'm making this offer because I know it does mean something to you,
because I think you do need it on some level. Maybe I still feel a
little guilty about what happened between us all those years ago. I
know you wanted this back then."
I managed a weak laugh.
"More than you could ever imagine."
"So . . . what do you say?"
I closed my eyes. Seventeen-year-old Steve had passed out with shock,
but I could still feel the tidal pull of what I had gone through back
then. Dear God, how many times had I masturbated thinking about this
moment, even years afterward when I was in college? For so many years,
Beth Dunbar had occupied that Holiest of Holies in my fantasies, the
unattainable goddess. And here she finally was, ready to surrender to
me.
I let out a long, tired sigh.
"I'm sorry. You don't know what this means to me. I just can't do it
to Marianne. Or to Hayley."
I wasn't sure what her reaction would be, but when I finally mustered
up the courage to open my eyes, Elizabeth was smiling.
"No, Steve. You need to do it *because* of them. I think you know
that, but you can't admit it to yourself because it would mean you've
been holding on to something else all this time you've been with them."
"It would kill them if they knew."
"And they never will. No one ever will. I'll take it to my grave. I
could never hurt them like that."
She stepped up to me slowly and reached for my hand. It rose of its
own accord, and she helped me to my feet. I followed her, dazed, back
to the bedroom, where she had already turned down the bed. I was
shaking by the time we reached it, and she put her hand on my cheek.
She caressed me tenderly, reaching up to play with the hair behind my
ear. Then she leaned in, pressing her lips against mine, and I was
finally kissing her after all those years of wanting.
I don't mean to make it sound as if I suddenly became seventeen again.
I didn't have the body or the exuberance that I did in those days, but
neither did she. She undressed me slowly, running her fingers though
my chest hair. I couldn't bring myself to touch her breasts, even over
the polyester of her uniform, for several minutes, but when I did, she
felt much like her daughters.
She removed my pants, leaving me naked, and dropped slowly to her
knees. She took me into her mouth. I gasped at the feel of it,
looking down in stunned amazement as she sucked on me gently. A
giggle rose in my throat, though I managed to suppress it. Beth Dunbar
is sucking my cock, I thought. How many times had I fantasized about
this?
Except--she wasn't as good as Marianne, or even Hayley, though it was
still enjoyable. I couldn't put a finger on why, but there it was.
I held her head in my hands as she bobbed up and down slowly. I tried
to picture myself at seventeen, experiencing this back then, but it
didn't quite work. Another face kept forcing itself into my mind.
Elizabeth stopped and rose to her feet. She took the hem of her top in
her hands and smiled.
"On or off?"
"On."
She laughed softly.
"Good. I'm not sure you'd enjoy seeing me topless, not after Marianne."
"I'm sure you're just as beautiful."
"Maybe. Just not as firm."
She pulled me to the bed and lay back, spreading her legs. I lay
beside her, running a hand up her thigh. She was being uncharitable to
herself--she was still in good shape, never mind her age. I reached
the hem of her skirt, discovering that she had nothing under it.
Her pubic hair was shaved, and she smiled when my eyebrows rose.
"It's a lesbian thing too. I've been doing it for years. And I'm not
as blonde down there as I used to be, so I prefer it this way."
She reached for me, and I moved between her thighs. She guided me into
her, and though she was somewhat dry at first, she lubricated quickly.
I bottomed out, moaning softly as she laid her hands on my waist.
"Don't worry about me," she said. "This is for you."
I began to move in her slowly, looking down at the forty-one-year-old
cheerleader under me. I thought of Beth Dunbar, and all the years I
had dreamed of this moment, all the times I had masturbated wanting
her. I kept trying to tell myself that this was living up to the
fantasies, but the lie of that was so bald-faced that I started
laughing.
Elizabeth laughed with me.
"What's funny?"
"I'm thinking of Carl Prendergast."
He had been her boyfriend in high school, a linebacker on the football
team. She laughed again, and it felt good around me.
"Do you know what happened to him?" she asked.
"No."
"He went to work for his father's company for about six months after
graduation, then joined the Marines. He didn't even make it through
Boot Camp. The last time I saw him, and my God, this must have been
twenty years ago, he was stocking at that hardware store on Canal
Street."
We laughed again together, and I leaned back away from her.
"Take that thing off. This is silly."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
I withdrew from her for a moment, and she sat up, pulling the uniform
over her head. Her big breasts rolled around on her chest, and if they
were no longer as hard and firm as her daughters' were, they were still
quite beautiful.
We recoupled, and I lay against her naked body. She slid her arms
around my back, and we began moving again. She remained largely still
under me, only rolling her hips slowly with my thrusts. But her
breathing began to accelerate, and she hugged me close at one moment.
As I grew closer to orgasm, she moved faster, trying to meet me halfway
each time. I knew she wanted me to be selfish, but I couldn't stop
myself from trying to carry her along. Her nails dug into my lower
back, and a little whimper escaped her lips. I grunted, driving
faster, and she responded instantly, humping herself against me.
Finally, I let out a groan, losing control at last, but when I began to
convulse in orgasm, I felt her shuddering under me, squeezing my back
tightly. My cum raced out of me in sweetly painful spurts. Her hands
opened and closed rapidly at the small of my back, and I felt the
tremors of her climax around my erection.
As I drifted down from my release, Elizabeth exhaled slowly, relaxing
under me. I rolled off of her, staring blankly up at the ceiling. I
felt--empty was the word, not empty of emotion, but of something else I
had carried around for a long time.
"Thank you."
Elizabeth laughed softly.
"Thank you." She reached for my hand and squeezed it. "It's been
about three years since I made love with a man. Charles and I stopped
sleeping together several years before we got divorced. I don't know
that anything would be enough to make me go back to men, but . . . that
was nicer than anything I had with him for a long time."
The smell of my semen in the air suddenly made me think of something
else.
"I feel like a teenager in more ways than one. I didn't to ask if you--
"
"I have my diaphragm in. It hasn't gotten much use lately, but I still
had it. I didn't expect you to think of that. I knew you would be in
too much shock. It's all right."
"Okay."
She rolled over and kissed me tenderly on the cheek.
"Go to bed. I'm going to burn that uniform when you're gone. I have
no use for it anymore."
I laughed.
"Good."
I walked back to the main house in a daze. When I reached the gate
into the backyard, a dark form emerged from a corner of the patio,
moving toward me. The patio light was off, and I couldn't tell who it
was as he approached, but I could tell immediately that something was
very wrong, for this person was extending their arm toward me, and in
his hand was a gun.
"Freeze, man. Don't fucking move."
Then he stepped into the light streaming out from the den, and I
finally recognized him.
"Randy."
He laughed.
"Yeah, man. You're fucked now, you got that? Your ass is mine."
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