Chapter 7

Mandy was happy that her friend and tutor was going to stay, and went up to make sure the room was ready.  She and Greg took the boxes that were in there to the garage, and put fresh linen on the bed.  She even took the curtains down and washed them and freshened the drawers in the dresser.  By the end of the next day, she judged the room ready.

Traci arrived mid afternoon two days later.  Greg let her in and found himself engulfed in a hug.  Even as he returned the hug, he was aware of her breasts pressing against his chest and the feel of smooth skin where his arms surrounded her.  When she pulled back, he could clearly see her nipples poking at the tube top she wore.

Mandy came from upstairs and received the same treatment.  When their embrace ended, they moved into the living room while Greg grabbed them all a drink before joining them.  They sat there catching up on what had happened in each other’s lives.  Traci was relieved that the baby was doing fine and that the trial had went as expected.

For her part, Traci gave an accounting of what had happened at home.  “Mom and Dad didn’t tell me anything was going on before I got home, but I could tell something wasn’t right.  When I would call, they would be preoccupied with something else.  I wish that they had let me know, because I walked into a real mess.  Ricky, that’s my brother, had just been found guilty of conspiracy in gang related activities and was already at the detention center.  Mom was refusing to believe her little boy would do what he did, and Dad was trying to convince her that Ricky did it himself.  He always was one to try and find an easy out and Mom, I hate to say, allowed and even helped him whenever he got into trouble.

“Anyway, Dad was blaming Mom for Ricky’s problems, and Mom was saying Dad was too rough and uncaring.  Meanwhile, my older brother was out doing his own thing and the younger ones were staying with my Grandparents for the summer.  I just couldn’t stand the tension and told them that I had to come back early.  I don’t even know if they realized that I was leaving.”

By now, she was showing some tears.  Mandy, who had been sitting on the couch with her, wrapped her arms around her friend.  She signaled for Greg to come over and he too a position on the other side of her, rubbing her back and saying soothing things to her.  When she got her emotions in check, she put a hand on each of them and thanked them for listening and letting her get it out of her system.

They both assured her that they were more than happy to help her.  When she was able, Mandy took her up to show her the room, then they all helped in the unloading of Traci’s car.  By the time she had put her things away, it was getting dark and Mandy suggested that they grab something out rather than try and cook.

They all got into the Monte Carlo and went to one of the chain restaurants.  On the way back, Traci asked if they could stop so she could pick up some things that she had left at home.   Greg pulled into the parking lot of the discount store and they all went inside.  While Traci and Mandy found what was needed, Greg went into the electronics department and picked up a couple of DVDs that he wanted.  They met back up at the checkout and then headed back home.

Traci was tired from her long drive and was soon yawning.  She told them goodnight and headed for her bed.  Before long, Greg and Mandy followed suit and once in their bed talked a little about the day’s events before they made slow, passionate love.

The next morning, Greg woke to the smell of coffee drifting up from the kitchen.  Slipping on an old pair of gym shorts, he followed the scent to the kitchen to find Traci looking around for the pots and pans to start breakfast.  She was dressed in an oversized man’s t-shirt and a pair of bikini panties.  Her perfect backside that was revealed as she bent over gave Greg a wakeup call that far surpassed any stimulant in a cup.  He discretely backed away from the doorway until he heard her move to the stove, then came into the kitchen.

She gave him a smile and a cheery ‘Morning’, which he answered with a garbled greeting as he grabbed a cup of coffee.  As soon as he got his tongue in synch with his brain, he asked what she was doing up so early.  She reminded him that she was used to being an hour ahead of here.  She topped off her cup and came over to stand opposite him at the island.

“I want to thank you again for letting me stay here.  Last night was the first good night’s sleep that I’ve had since I left college.”

“We are both glad that we can do it.  We had some ‘pillow talk’ last night and both agreed that you are a very important person to us.  And we both love you as a friend.”

“You don’t know how that make me feel.  I love both of you guys too, and it’s good to feel that way.”

They drank their coffee in a comfortable silence.  When their cups were empty, Traci brought over the pot and gave them both a refill.  “Do you think Mandy will be up soon?  I thought I would make some breakfast.”

“I’m sure she will be.  The smell of food usually gets her awake.”

Traci then started bustling around and soon had homemade biscuits in the oven and was frying sausage and cubed potatoes.  The smell must have awakened Mandy because she made an appearance.  She asked if Traci wanted any help and receiving a negative reply, she sat next to her lover while the other woman worked away.  When she gave them their plates, they were loaded with sausage, scrambled eggs, fried potatoes and biscuits.  They all dug in and soon the plates were empty and their stomachs full.  Mandy insisted on cleaning up since Traci had cooked and then they took their coffee out to the back deck.

They made small talk while they drank their coffee and then decided to get ready for the day.  When he was dressed, Greg decided that he had better clean the hot tub.  He and Mandy had been making up for its previous lack of use and the filter needed to be cleaned, and he wanted to check the plumbing connections and the heater.  The women were busy cleaning the house and making up a grocery list.

Traci came out to get Greg for lunch and found him buttoning up the access panel.  “I didn’t know you had a hot tub.  I’ve never been in one before.”

“You are welcome to use it whenever you want.  It’s a great way to relax.”

Mandy came out of the patio door about then.  “You going to tell her the rule about using the tub?”  Greg turned red and Traci looked at her questioningly.  “First time he brought me out here, he told me that no suits were allowed in the tub.”

Now it was Traci’s turn to blush, and Mandy giggled.  “I think we can make an exception for Traci”, Greg stated.  Mandy just gave a pout and laughed.  Greg gave a fleeting thought of a naked Traci in the tub.  He felt his cock stirring and fought those images.

“By the way, lunch is ready when you are.”  With that announcement, Mandy turned to go back inside.  Greg gave a lopsided grin and motioned Traci to lead the way inside.

They all quickly settled down into a routine that pleased them all.  Traci quickly found a part time job that would give her some spending money.  The daycare center where she was working had a summer program for pre-teens and she found great enjoyment in helping their young minds to think while still making it fun.  Since she was an education major, it even gave her some practical experience for the upcoming year.  

Mandy was showing enough by now that she had trouble finding a job, but an ice cream store hired her to work two days a week at their stand in the amusement park.  It wasn’t much but she felt like she was contributing, and making some money on her own.  Having a job really made her feel good, since her early training was geared to women not working outside the home.  She was an individual now, not dependent on a husband for everything she needed.

With his investments, wisely managed by Carl, showing a good profit in addition to his monthly expense account from his parents, Greg did not need to work.  It had been Mandy’s suggestion that he put his martial arts training to good use.  He contacted a women’s shelter and soon was giving self-defense classes for the women there.  One thing he had learned through his training and teaching Mandy was patience.  Once word got around in the shelter that he was patient and really wanted to help, the class was overflowing.

It was one of those rare days when they were all home when the doorbell rang.  Greg had been stretched out on the couch reading so he was the first to the door.  Outside was an elderly man with gray hair and dressed in a suit and tie.  Greg opened the door and the man said he wanted to speak to Miss Amanda Carson.  Not being too sure of who this man was, he asked, “And just who do I say is wanting to speak to her?”

“I am the Reverend Campol.  Now go fetch her out here.”

“I don’t think so, not with that kind of attitude.  Just what are you going to do, try and kidnap her?”

Clearly this man was not used to someone who questioned his authority.  It stumped him for just a moment.  But he figured out that he had better try a different tactic.  “No, son.  I just wish to speak to her.  I bring a message from her mother.”

“Just a moment, and I will see if she wants to speak to you.”  He shut the door and turned the deadbolt.  Then he went to get Mandy.  He found her in her bikini outside with Traci.  He told her who was at the door and asked her if she wanted him to get rid of the Reverend.

“No, I might as well see what he wants.  I can’t imagine why he would be coming here.”  She slipped on her short robe and came into the living room.  Greg went back to the door and led the Reverend in.  Mandy greeted him guardedly, being cordial but without any emotion.  

The Reverend however was having a reaction to the amount of bare flesh that Mandy was showing.  His eyes zeroed in on her bare legs and the tops of her breasts that were showing where the robe didn’t cover.  He was almost drooling and quickly sat down to cover his growing erection.

Mandy started the conversation.  “You said you had a message from my mother?”

“Yes.  She wishes you to know that she misses you and wants you to come back to your home.  She understands that you were upset and didn’t mean to behave in such a disrespectful manner, but much like the prodigal son in Luke, you may return to the family and the church and renounce you sins.”

“I don’t know of any sins I have committed.  I was raped, impregnated by my rapist, and then tossed out of the house by my father with the consent of my mother.  I didn’t do anything.”

“Young woman, you disobeyed you father and mother.  You ran off and are living with this young man”, indicating Greg, “without the benefit of a Christian marriage.  You are probably committing the sin of fornication.  Just look at the way you are dressed!  You are practically naked, showing your body off for the entire world to see.  You have slipped into a sinful lifestyle filled with depravity and corruption.  I am here to offer you the chance to return to the arms of God and become righteous once again.”

It was then that Traci walked into the living room.  Having come from outside sunning herself she was wearing the same bikini that Greg had first seen her wearing the first day she had stayed over.  If Greg’s reaction had been being tongue-tied, the Reverend’s was to almost have a heart attack.  She looked like a goddess standing there, her breasts exposed except for just the nipples and the outline of her vulva clearly showing against the tiny bottom, the lips just peeking from around its sides.  Greg asked for a Pepsi, but the reverend couldn’t even speak.  When he didn’t answer, she shrugged and turned to go toward the kitchen, exposing her naked backside and the thin white band of her thong.

Traci returned and after handing Greg the can of pop, stated that she was going up to shower and then she would start dinner.  Both of the young people noticed that the Reverend’s eyes never left Traci’s body until she was completely out of sight.

“And just who was that young woman?  Does she live here as well?”

“That is our housemate and friend, Traci.”  This was from Mandy.

“Well I have never seen such a obscene display in all my life.  Such things should be outlawed!  Indeed this house is a den of depravity.  How could you turn away from your upbringing to be part of such sinfulness?”

Greg was gearing up to shut this guy down with a few not so well chosen words.  Mandy saw him tense up and put her hand on his leg to let him know she would handle it.  He looked over at her and held his peace.

“Reverend Campol, Think what you like, but I will not have you disparaging my friends in my own house.  Traci is a wonderful person and we both love her for who she is, not what she looks like.  I seem to remember reading that God judges by what is in our hearts not how we appear.  After I got away and looked at the world without your prejudices, I found that it isn’t as horrible as you and the others make it out to be.  There are good people out there.  I have found more love and acceptance in the past months than I ever felt in my whole life.  Greg loves me for who I am.  So does Traci and all the friends I have made.”

She stood up from the couch.  “Now I think it is time for you to leave.  Tell my mother that if she had really cared for me, she would have given me comfort instead of turning her back on me.  I am my own person now and I don’t need you or them to run my life.”

The Reverend was so shocked; that he forgot about the obvious erection that he had sprouted since he had first seen Mandy and that had almost become painful when he had spotted Traci.  Now when he stood, the evidence was plain to see.  There was a wet spot on the front of his pants where the head of his dick probably was.  Mandy couldn’t help herself and got one final shot in.

“Why Reverend, were you having sinful thoughts about me and my housemate?”

He quickly turned very red in the face and used the bible he was carrying to try and cover himself.  “I will pray that you come to your senses young woman and leave this sinful life.”  Greg opened the door and he almost ran out of the house and down the sidewalk.

He barely had the door closed before Mandy was in his arms.  “Damn, that felt so good.  He is a lecherous old man, always trying to touch the girls.  It was great to finally tell him off.”

Greg started laughing as he held his lover.  “I though his eyes were going to pop out of his head when Traci came walking in.  I bet he has some very sinful thoughts for quite a while.”

“I bet he has his hands in his pants before he can get his car started.”

They were still trying to get their laughter under control when Traci came back down.  When they explained what happened, she tried to apologize for coming in dressed like she was.

Greg put his hand on her shoulder.  “There is no need for you to apologize.  This is your house too and what you choose to wear or not to wear is your decision.  If we are having company, you will know it and be attired, just like we will if you are expecting someone.  This guy just showed up unannounced and comes in making judgments.  It was his own fault.”

Traci smiled back at them, and then went to the kitchen to start dinner.

Mandy did as the doctor suggested and contacted the county social services department..  She met with them and after filling out all the forms, was given a caseworker.  Greg went with her for the initial interview.  She had to explain to the woman when she became pregnant, what her marital status was, her financial and living arrangements were, and all manner of other personal questions.

After they were done with all the official work, the caseworker - Janet - became friendlier.  Normally if you have a man living with you, you can’t get help, however I think that with your circumstances, we can manipulate the paperwork and make it out that you are just receiving help from a friend.  Especially since the child isn’t Greg’s.”

“However, there is a law in this state where you can collect child support from the father, or from the father’s parents if you keep the child.  This department handles it for you.  We will probably go after him for your prenatal care anyway.”

Mandy didn’t say too much on the way home, and was even more quiet than usual that evening.  She was having mood swings every now and then from the changes that were taking place in her body, so Greg didn’t say anything.

The next day was another appointment with Dr. Simmons.  This time they did an ultrasound to check the baby’s development and both Greg and Mandy got to watch.  It was fascinating to see how it moved around inside her tummy.  The technician and the doctor both told them that everything was looking fine.  She asked if they were going to go for natural childbirth and when Mandy said she was, she had them sign up for Lamaze classes.

When Mandy was silent on the way home and went outside as soon as they got there, Greg knew something was really bothering her.  He grabbed a couple of sodas from the refrigerator and went out the patio door to find his lover sitting on the steps down to the hot tub.

He sat down by her and offered her the extra can he had.  When she looked up at him she had tears in her eyes.   “Mandy, sweetheart, tell me what’s the matter.”

“I don’t know if I can.  It’s just that... Oh God, this is so hard to say.  I... I’ve been feeling the baby move and kick.  I can feel that it is alive in me... part of me.  And today when I saw...  you know when we saw her moving and how perfect she was...  It’s just that...  I don’t think I can give her up!”  With the last sentence she broke down into huge wracking sobs, holding onto Greg’s shirt with all her might, almost hysterical.

It was a long time before her crying even began to calm down.  All Greg could do was to hold her while her body shook from the emotion that was overwhelming her.  He kept stroking her hair and her back and feeling utterly lost as to what he could do for her.

The stream of tears and the hard sobs eventually died down to where she was quiet, the only movement was a hiccup every so often.  When those even subsided, he finally got her to talk.

“Sweetheart, if you want to keep the baby, that’s your decision.  I can’t see what the problem is.”

“What does that do to us?  I can’t expect you to want to have someone else’s baby around.  That wouldn’t be fair.  But I don’t want to lose you either.  I can’t make a decision like that.  I can’t stand the thought of losing either one of you!”  Greg thought she was going to start crying again.

“Honey, look at me.  You don’t have to worry about losing either one of us.  If you want to keep the baby, then that’s what you do.  I promise I won’t love you or her any less.    The baby is part of you and that makes the difference.  She didn’t choose her sperm donor and you certainly didn’t.”

“You sure?  I mean we had planned to give her up for adoption and everything.  Now it all changes.”

“Do you think that I am so shallow that I can’t love the child just because I didn’t father it?  I thought you understood me better than that.”  This last comment came out with more than a little bit of anger.  He stood up and went back into the house, still fuming that she thought he was that shallow.

Mandy stared after him for a moment.  He was angry with her and as she thought about it, he had every right to be.  He wasn’t one to be that uncaring for her and for her baby.  He had shown her nothing but friendship and love.  She should have thought it over more before she blurted out something like that.

She continued to sit on the steps thinking about what was happening to her.  She knew that she needed to feel safe and secure after all that had happened to her.  Greg had provided all that and more.  He hadn’t asked for anything in return.  She knew he loved her: he had proved that in more ways than just sex.  And now she had tossed that all aside in her insecurities.  She had to fix this with Greg and right now.

She found him in the living room with the television on, but he wasn’t really watching it.  She could see anger on his face, but more so his eyes showed her the hurt she had caused him.  Coming around to face him, she kneeled down and took his hands in hers.

“I thought about what you said out there.  You were right.   I know you are not shallow or that self-centered.  I’m just so scared about this whole thing and I was going on emotion and not thinking.  I want to make this right between us again.  I’m so sorry I said what I did and I need to know everything is going to be okay between us.”

She looked so pleadingly at him that he couldn’t stay mad at her. After he had come in the house, he had thought about it and figured out that it was just her fear that caused her to react the way she did.  He reached down and pulled her up into his lap and rocked her gently as he would a small child who was upset.  As he stroked her hair, he whispered to her,  “I can’t guarantee that everything will go smooth, but I can tell you that we can handle whatever comes if we stick together.”  

He could feel her smile through her tears.  He almost didn’t hear her when she said, “You know I love you, don’t ya?”

He was relieved to know that she was finding her balance, at least partially.  “I love you too.  Now what should we have for dinner?”

She got up from his lap and walked with him into the kitchen, the crisis over.  Mandy promised herself that she would never again question his love and caring for her.

A few days later, Mandy called Marina Sultas and told her of the decision to keep the baby.  She hadn’t started the search for a couple that wanted to adopt, so there was no time lost.  She also let her know that for some perverse reason her parents had decided to fight the emancipation.  It sounded like a control thing, but whatever reason, the trial was set a month away.  She would be having both of them coming in and get prepped for testimony about a week before the day they had to go in.

This bothered Mandy, but she had made it through the first one and it was a month away, too early to be worried about it now.  She had something else she had been thinking about doing, and she decided to attempt it today.  

When Greg came home from the women’s shelter, he found Mandy standing naked at the easel he had recently bought her.  She had prints of the digital pictures he had taken earlier of her in the same state of dress clipped to the edges of her large sketchpad.  She was busily sketching away, stopping every once in a while to look into a mirror she had propped up or the photos.  Then she would add some more color to the paper.

He dropped his gym bag next to the stairs, and then went over to where she was standing.  On the easel was a self-portrait showing her standing and her arms across her expanded abdomen as if gently caressing the baby within.  She had captured the look of serenity that she had lately as she was looking down.  The only difference was the background, which had her leaning back against a stone column with a villa behind her.  She added just a bit more shading and then stood back.

“What do you think?  I’m calling it ‘First Bonding’”

The portrait before him compelled him to experience just what she had been feeling when she drew it.  He felt the compassion and love that was clearly on her face.  It was almost enough to bring tears to his eyes.  “I think that it is one of the best that you have ever done.  You have captured the real essence of what it must be like to be an expectant mother.  It makes me wish I could feel the emotions that you are feeling there.”

“Thank you, dearheart.  I didn’t know if I could really capture what I was feeling.  It is very hard for me to draw myself.  But it did me a world of good to put it down on paper.  It’s like I am releasing my pent up emotions.  Taking them from me and putting them on the paper.”

“I would say you did a wonderful job.  Did you know the Artists have a co-op here in town and every fall they hold an exhibition and judging?  I really think you should consider entering some of your work.”

“You really think my stuff is good enough?”

“I’m certain of it.  Why don’t you ask Traci’s opinion when she gets home?”

Traci walked into the room just then.  “Ask my opinion of what?”  She saw Mandy standing there wearing just a man’s dress shirt unbuttoned.  “Is that the style now?  I’m a little overdressed.”  She grinned at Mandy and then came around to see the drawing.  She froze in place staring for a long while.  Then she looked back at Mandy and at the drawing again.  “Mandy, I can’t believe this.  It is just so incredible!”  The woman kept looking at the pastels and shaking her head.  “I almost wish I was pregnant just so I could feel the way you look on the paper.”

“I was trying to convince her that she needs to enter the artist’s show coming up in a couple months.”

Traci still hadn’t taken her eyes off the picture.  “Most definitely.  I don’t remember seeing a picture that has affected me quite this much.”

“Well, I will have to have more than just this one and the sketch of Greg.  Umm...  Traci?  You are a perfect artist’s model.  Would you mind posing for me?”

Traci looked over at her.  “You mean like this, nude?”

“Well you wouldn’t have to be, I could fake the details.”

“No, nude would be alright.  I have no problems with taking my clothes off for a good cause.  And this is a good cause.  Uh... Will it bother you Greg?  We could arrange it so we are doing this when you aren’t home.”

Greg looked over at the two women.  “It wouldn’t ‘bother’ me at all if you don’t mind the natural reaction I’m sure I will get. If you feel nervous, I will just make myself scarce. Mandy will be the one having to pay for it after we go to bed though.”

This got a giggle from both of them.  Greg volunteered to get them all something to drink while Traci removed her clothing.  When he got back, Greg was trying hard not to stare but it was almost impossible.  This woman was every bit as beautiful as he imagined if not more.  His cock started to swell immediately.  He backed off to the other side of the room and tried to disappear.

Mandy got her into the position she wanted with one arm under her breasts, with her fingertips just touching the side.  The other was placed just above and to the side of her mons, looking like that is where it is heading. “Now I want you to think about the most sensual moment you have ever had.  Like you are dreaming of your lover’s hands moving down across your body and touching you everywhere you long to be touched.”

Traci’s face took on a look of passion along with a far away longing.  Mandy started to sketch quickly, laying in the basic shapes and then working on the detailing of getting the way that the late afternoon light was making shadows and adding depth to Traci body.  She then concentrated on the face, getting the expression that plainly showed what the woman was thinking.

Traci must have been really lost in her daydream because Greg noticed her fingers were no longer posed, but were actually making small movements.  The upper was kneading the firm flesh of her breast, and the other was caressing the top of her slit.  She seemed almost disappointed when Mandy told her to relax.  As Traci was taking a break and moving around, Mandy worked on parts where she didn’t need her model. After a second posing, the most important parts were done well enough that Traci didn’t need to stand still any longer.  Rather than redressing, she just put on the robe that she usually wore to the shower.  They both watched her work for a while, but Mandy seemed to go into her own little world.  It was like they didn’t exist any more while she was in her ‘zone’.

While Mandy was working away, Traci started dinner with Greg’s help.  An hour later, the smells of the food finally pulled Mandy away from her easel.  She had the basics done and she was going to finish it tomorrow after work.  They ate while talking about the events of the day, and after the dishes were in the washer, they all decided to watch a movie.  Being outvoted, they ended up with a romantic comedy.  Greg’s lack of interest in the movie (he didn’t like the actors) allowed him to spend his time thinking about the beauty of the two other occupants in the room.  By the time the movie was over, he was so horny that he was almost in pain.

As soon as they got to bed, he started caressing Mandy and to his surprise she was as turned on as he was.  Their lovemaking was fantastic with them both trying to outdo the other in giving their partner pleasure.  After two climaxes for Greg and at least four times that many for Mandy, they lay exhausted side by side.

Greg turned toward his lover.  “Wow.  I know what my problem was, seeing both of you naked.  But what caused you to be so excited?”

In the dim light, he thought he saw her blush.  She mumbled something, but he didn’t hear what it was.

She finally whispered, “The same thing that got you going, Traci.”

“Are you saying you think she is sexually exciting?”

“Well....  yeah.  You don’t know, but when some of us girls were younger, we started out trying to see what kissing felt like, you know, just so we could be sure of what to do if a boy ever did want to kiss us.  And it felt pretty good.  The whole group thought we were headed straight to hell for even thinking about those things much less doing it.  And with it being between girls was even worse.”

She gave a sigh for the remembered feelings.  “But one girl, Cynthia, and I went just a little farther with it.  We were alone for the night after saying our prayers, and she wanted to try kissing again.  I enjoyed it before, so I readily agreed.  We were kissing with our lips closed, and that was really good.  Then she said she wanted to try something her sister said she did with her boyfriend.  When we kissed again, she touched my lips with her tongue.  I imitated what she was doing, and we were soon frenching, and it blew regular kissing right out the window!  We were so into it that it took a moment for me to realize that her hand was rubbing my newly emerged boobs.  That added to the excitement, so I did the same to her.  We got to feeling guilty and decided that we shouldn’t be doing that and we never repeated it again.  But I remember what her little breasts felt like and it still turns me on to think of it.  Seeing Traci like that made all those memories come back.”

This was all quite a revelation for Greg, and it turned him on.  The thought of this girl, who he had been in love with for so long, describing her first tentative explorations into sex, was arousing him again.  He thought back to when he had seen her first starting to develop.  He would ride his bike past her house in the hopes of collecting a glimpse of her with her budding breasts just starting to push against the front of her dress.  He felt his cock swelling in response to those memories.

Mandy felt it as well.  She had her leg across his lower body and she felt the stirrings against her thigh.  “Did me telling you that turn you on?”

“Oh yeah, the thought of you and another girl exploring each other definitely is arousing to me.”

“To tell you the truth, it does me too. But it isn’t just any girl, you know.”  She bowed her head.  “It’s Traci that turns me on.  I wonder, do you think she would be interested in me - in us?”

Instead of answering, he maneuvered her up and over him, giving attention to her breasts as she positioned his cock and lowered herself down on it.  They made love slower this time, the fiery passion of their first encounter that night had taken care of any urgency they had felt, and this time it was more controlled, but also more intense.

Mandy groaned as she settled herself down on his cock, enjoying the sensation of being filled once again.  As she felt his pubic hair touch her shaven vulva, tickling her exposed clit, and she gave an involuntary shudder.  She sat there for a moment savoring the feeling of fullness before she started moving on him.  She was bent as much as she could to allow him to tug and gently roll her nipples between his fingers..  Lately, she had noticed that while she enjoyed the feel of his hands all over her breasts, that her nipples seemed to be even more sensitive than normal.  Tonight is was enough to take her over the edge and she slammed down on him as she gave in to the orgasm that filled her entire being.

Since this was the second time for him, he could last longer.  After she had recovered enough, he got her to disengage from him and get on her knees with her head and shoulders on the bed, leaving her lovely ass in the air.  He come around behind and slid into her in one long stroke.  She was whispering to him to give it to her and he gave in to her wishes.  He would pull almost all the way out just to move into her again making his balls bounce against her clit every time he slid home.  He got a good rhythm going and was soon sawing in and out of her.  She raised her upper body just enough that her nipples were rubbing against the fabric of the sheets as her breasts would swing from his forceful thrusts into her pussy.

Greg felt the fluttering of the walls of her tunnel that signaled the start of her climb to orgasm.  By now, the heat and tightness of her passage had brought him to the edge of his release, so he reached around her belly and let his index finger strum her clit.  Just as he stiffened and then rammed into her as his climax hit, she tightened up and tripped over the edge of her own.  He was actually growling in the passion of his release and it mixed with the sounds that were coming from her.  

As soon as he could, he disengaged from her and grabbed the towel they had used earlier to catch their combined fluids as they drained out of her lips and onto her thighs.  She collapsed on her side, still panting from the exertion.  Greg dropped down behind her exhausted from their coupling.

As they lay together in silence, they both faintly heard a cry of release from across the hall.  Traci must have been bothered by the events of the day, or had heard them and was signaling her own release from her own hand.  They both were smiling as they nodded off to sleep.

Traci was a little quiet the next morning but when the other two didn’t behave any differently, she relaxed and was back to her normal self.  She did her laundry and then prepared for the evening.  

There were a couple of people that had been friendly to her during last year and she had met back up with them while they were taking summer courses at the college.  Greg and Mandy had been trying to get her to go out and enjoy herself for a while now and she finally relented.  The deciding factor had been that Jimmy, the guy she had started to date last spring, was supposed to be at the bar they were heading to.

Mandy’s first Lamaze class would be tonight so they would be busy as well.  Mandy worked on the drawing of Traci and got a sudden inspiration for another one and changing paper she started to draw in sure strokes rapidly going into her own little world again.  When Greg figured out what was happening, he just grabbed a glass of tea and a book and planted himself in one of the overstuffed chairs in the living room.

When he marked his place and looked up at the clock, he found that it was time to start dinner.  Mandy was still hard at work, so he went in to fix the grilled chicken and stir fry vegetables.  Traci came down dressed for her night out.  Greg looked over and almost dropped the knife in his hand.  She was dressed in a sheath dress that clung to her curves like a second skin.  The top started just above her nipples showing a large amount of cleavage and ended about a third of the way down her thighs.  It was the classic “little black dress” taken to new levels, and she did that dress proud.

“You look fantastic, Traci!” was Greg’s remark - once he could get his mouth to work again.  She gave a twirl to show him the entire effect.

“You think it looks alright?  Not too slutty?”

“If that look is slutty, then all women would want to become sluts.  You are going to knock out their lights with that.”

Traci gave him a big smile and a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, kind sir.  You have always appreciated my mind, nice to know you also appreciate my body.”

“Believe me, any male who doesn’t appreciate a sight like you would either be dead or gay, and I wouldn’t be passing any morgues or the first won’t hold true.”

“You’re a flirt, but I appreciate it.  Mandy still drawing?”

“Yep.  Probably another masterpiece the way she has been going at it.  I think she is considering trying to enter the art show. “

The smell of dinner cooking finally drew Mandy away from her easel.  She came into the kitchen from the dining room.  “Boy, you look great Traci.  I’m looking forward to being able to get something like that on again someday.”

After what Mandy had told him the night before, Greg took note of the way his girlfriend was looking over their housemate.  She was discrete about it but her eyes were following every curve the older woman displayed in that tight dress.  He smiled to himself.

They had dinner together and then left for their separate destinations.  Mandy was a little nervous about being the youngest in the class, but Greg assured her that nobody would be putting her down.

The Lamaze class was enjoyable.  The nurse that gave the classes was in her early thirties with short, curly blonde hair and dancing light blue eyes.  She greeted all six couples with a cheerful voice and got the class started.

First thing was for everyone to introduce themselves.  The couples would give their first names, how far along they were, and any other pieces of information they chose to share.  One couple Dana and Richard were having twins.  Another couple, Loren and Chris were the oldest couple there, with Chris being almost forty and this child was going to be twelve years younger than its closest sibling.  The others were ranging in age from their mid twenties to early thirties.

Then came Greg and Mandy’s turn.  Mandy did their introduction.  “Hello, I’m Mandy and this is my boyfriend, Greg.  We are the youngest couple here, it looks like.  I am in my second trimester and still expanding.”  This brought a chuckle from the others in the class.

Elizabeth, the nurse and leader spoke up.  “It is not often that we have the boyfriend of a girl that wants to be the coach.  It’s refreshing to see that.”

Mandy wasn’t sure why, but she spoke out.  She laid her hand on Greg’s arm and told the nurse, “This isn’t Greg’s baby.  I was forced, actually raped, by my former boyfriend.  Greg helped me cope and even took me in when my family threw me out.  That was before we even became involved.”

The rest of the group just looked at the couple.  Elizabeth gave Greg an appreciative look.  “This is a first for me.  I wish more people would give a damn like you seem to Greg.  Not everyone cares about their friends like that.”

Greg was embarrassed by the praise.  “That’s what friends are for, isn’t it?  Besides we have known each other since kindergarten.”

There were a couple more questions and some comments about Mandy’s former boyfriend before the class continued.  Elizabeth started the instructions by giving them all some information about what to expect in the class, what would be coming up in their various stages of their pregnancies, and what exercises they would be doing.  “Now let’s start by learning how to breathe through the first stage of labor.  Coaches, get behind your mothers and watch me.”

By the time the class was over, they had exercises to do at home and Elizabeth extracted a promise from everybody to do them faithfully.  Mandy was excited about all the new things that she had learned that evening.  They discussed all the things that had went on until they were in the garage at home.

Mandy had developed a craving for cucumbers and ranch dressing.  She was fixing a plate of this while Greg went more conservative with some of the left over chicken on a hoagie bun.  They sat down at the island and started in when Traci came in the front door.

She was definitely buzzed from the alcohol that she had consumed, and greeted them cheerfully, but it seemed a forced cheerfulness.  She pulled a beer out of the refrigerator and twisted the top off of it.  She sat down next to Greg as Mandy asked how the night had gone.

“It wasn’t bad for the most part.  We girls hit a couple of bars downtown before we went to the pub where everyone was supposed to meet.  We were dancing with the guys, and Heather and I even got on the dance floor for a couple of songs.”

Greg looked closely at her.  Her demeanor did not seem to match her description of how the night had gone.  He could see by her facial expressions that she was trying very hard not to cry.  “Did anything else go on that you wanted to talk about?”

“We were having a good time and when I saw Jimmy come in I ran over to him.  After I gave him a big hug, he said that we had to talk.  We found a quiet place outside and he told me that he couldn’t see me anymore; he had gotten engaged to his sweetheart while he was back home.  I know that we weren’t that close or anything, but I was hoping for at least a little more.”

Greg reached around and pulled her closer to him.  “I’m sorry, Traci.  I know you were looking forward to seeing him and all.”

“And to think I was getting close enough to him to actually think about having sex with him.  If he would have asked, I would have went to bed with him tonight.  That is how close we were - at least I thought so.”  She took a big swig of beer, leaving the bottle over half gone.  “I’m just so damn horny that I can’t believe it.  I have always needed to be in love or at least felt something for the other person, but I almost grabbed someone off the dance floor.”

Mandy came around and embraced the woman from the other side.  “Well, you know we love you.  Anything we can do to help, we will.”

Traci returned the hug.  “And I love you guys too.  Oh well, I guess I can look forward to another night of frustration.”

Later that night, Mandy and Greg talked about what to do about their friend.  Mandy was lying on her side, her head on his shoulder, playing with the sparse hair on his chest.

“I wish there was something we could do for Traci.  She has our love, but she really needs physical love too.”

“What she needs is to get laid.  But there is nothing we can do about that.”

“I know, but it still makes me wish we could do something for her.  Maybe we can come up with something that will help.”

None of them were working the next day, so they all decided to relax and do whatever came to mind.  Mandy asked Greg if he would take her to the art supply house to pick up some new pastels, so they got dressed and headed out.

While Mandy was busy picking up supplies she needed, Greg saw that they had the forms there for the art fair.    Mandy admitted that she wanted to try it, so Greg filled out the form and paid the admission fee.  He also made arrangements to have her drawings properly mounted in the hopes that it would help her display.

Mandy was excited (and a little scared) about the prospect of having her drawings on public display, so as soon as she got home she went to work reworking the ones she had already, adding color and more highlights.