Call Girl Cheerleaders
By: Richard Bissell (1999)
Date: August 25-November 23, 1999
(M/f+teens, bi, mast, oral, anal, orgy, prost)
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A guy falls into a relationship-for-money with a high school cheerleader that
soon grows into a group thing that then flowers into a romantic relationship
between him and the girls.
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Author Notes: Adults only, no prudes. If you don't like sex stories containing
teenagers engaging in weird perversions, or you can't separate truth from
fiction, get lost. The author does not advocate or condone anything that goes
on in this story.
This story is mine. You can repost it or archive it only if 1) you don't change
it, 2) my name and this disclaimer remain attached, and 3) you aren't making
money off it. That includes posting it on some slime-ball banner farm web site.
Yes, that means you!
FOREWORD
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This story began as little more than a lark. One day back in August, I read
this short stroke piece about a guy who gets a blow job at a cheerleader car
wash. Liking the idea and thinking there might be some unexploited potential in
it, I sat down and wrote the first couple of chapters. Marianne quickly proved
to be one of those characters who take on lives of their own, and things took
off rapidly from there.
But when I got to about Chapter 7 or 8, Marianne began insisting on being more
than a cute piece of ass. She was giving Steve a lot, and I thought she
deserved something significant in return. Good sex between people who like each
other tends to lead to things more serious, and that seemed to be a natural
development for Marianne and Steve. And once I started thinking about the
realities of their relationship, the shackles of plot and plausibility that I
had not expected to have to deal with suddenly appeared on my writing hand.
This proved to be a much deeper story than I ever anticipated. For that, I have
a lot of people to thank. The deepening Marianne-Hayley relationship, the
Tiffany/BDSM thread, Steve's high school reunion, the body-piercing, the strap-
on dildo, the trip to the strip bar, Hayley's run-in with Randy, the wedding at
the end--all of these elements were ideas sent in by readers, though of course I
put my own spin on them.
A lot of things I never intended to include, particularly the final encounter
with Elizabeth, found their way into the story because so many people kept
asking for them. The original draft ended at Chapter 24, after Steve's
confrontation with Elizabeth, but too many ideas kept coming in for me to let it
end there. There are a lot of people I'd like to thank personally here except
that doing so might be an invasion of their privacy. So I have to hope they
know who they are. Special thanks go to Rey del Sexo for providing CGC with a
permanent home.
Quite a few readers remarked on the change in theme as the story progressed, how
the title no longer seems very apt after the first 10- 15 chapters. On the
surface, they might have a point, but I really think the subtext inherent in the
title--the relationship between sex and money and how that plays into the power
issues between older men and younger women--is there from beginning to end.
I had a lot of fun writing "Call Girl Cheerleaders," and I hope you had a lot of
fun reading it. Part of me would like to keep doing this forever, but that's
really beyond my capabilities. What began as a simple self-indulgence has
turned into a 155,000-word novel, and I wanted to make it a coherent story
instead of letting it turn into an endless soap opera. And I figured Steve
deserved some rest.
Will there ever be a sequel? There's room for it, but it would be a very
different story, and it's not something I'm eager to tackle any time soon.
Don't badger me about it, and it will happen sooner. <g>
CHAPTER SUMMARY
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Ch. 1: Meeting Marianne
Ch. 2: Marianne again
Ch. 3: Tiffany
Ch. 4: Marianne (anal)
Ch. 5: Marianne (set-up for Ashley and Giselle)
Ch. 6: Marianne and Ashley
Ch. 7: Marianne and Giselle
Ch. 8: Marianne poolside (set-up for Hayley)
Ch. 9: Marianne and Hayley
Ch. 10: Marianne (romantic)
Ch. 11: Marianne and Hayley II (set-up for football game)
Ch. 12: Football game, bottomless cheerleading, orgy
Ch. 13: Marianne (set-up for birthday and Hayley)
Ch. 14: Marianne and Hayley III (anal, semi-ff)
Ch. 15: Marianne's birthday (lingerie, tattoo, sex in new car)
Ch. 16: Marianne and Hayley IV (at the game)
Ch. 17: Orgy II
Ch. 18: Hayley gets tattooed
Ch. 19: Tiffany wants back in, light bdsm (set up for reunion)
Ch. 20: High School Reunion (set-up for confrontation)
Ch. 21: Confrontation with parents (no sex)
Ch. 22: Hayley, Marianne (set-up for blackmail)
Ch. 23: Blackmail/Meeting with Elizabeth
Ch. 24: Marianne and Hayley V (at the beach)
Ch. 25: Marianne and Hayley VI (strap-on)
Ch. 26: Father arrested, mother leaves
Ch. 27: Moving in together, tongue piercing/Tiffany
Ch. 28: Hayley's birthday; Marianne and Giselle (strap-on)
Ch. 29: Giselle moves in, Hayley loves Steve
Ch. 30: Tiffany loves Marianne
Ch. 31: Spring Break in Santa Cruz
Ch. 32: Strip joint, stock deal
Ch. 33: Steve "hits the lottery," buys ranch
Ch. 34: Tiffany moves in, Steve arrested
Ch. 35: Hayley's hearing, Day 1
Ch. 36: Hayley's hearing, Day 2
Ch. 37: Hayley's hearing, Day 3
Ch. 38: Move to Santa Cruz, begin incest thread
Ch. 39: Marianne wants Hayley
Ch. 40: Ashley moves out, final incest scene
Ch. 41: Hayley and Giselle, Elizabeth
Ch. 42: Final confrontation with Randy
CHAPTER ONE
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I was watching football one Saturday afternoon when the doorbell rang. I don't
get a lot of unannounced visitors, so I was fairly sure that this was another
solicitor of some sort. I peeked through the peephole and saw that I was
probably right. It appeared to be some teenage girl.
I opened the door. The girl was probably seventeen or eighteen, cute, five-six
or so, long blonde hair, full breasts, wearing shorts and a spaghetti strap top.
I recognized her as Marianne, a girl who lived down the street.
"Hi. I'm raising money for the cheerleading squad. We're selling magazine
subscriptions, and we have some really great deals." She tried to stick a
brochure in my hand. "Is there anything you might be interested in?"
There was, but it wasn't magazines. Besides which, I knew these fundraising
programs were complete rip-offs, raising twice as much money for the magazine
company as they did for the kids.
"I don't think I need any magazines. But if you want, I can just write a check
directly to your squad."
Her eyes lit up.
"You would? That would be really cool of you."
"Come on in. Let me get my checkbook."
She stepped into the house, and I shut the door. I got my checkbook out of the
kitchen and returned to the foyer.
"This is a really nice house."
"Thanks."
"You must be rich or something, huh?"
"You could say that."
I sat on my couch and opened the checkbook, setting it on the coffee table to
write the check.
"How does fifty dollars sound?"
Her eyes swelled.
"Fifty bucks? You're just going to give me fifty bucks?"
"I'd rather give it to you than the fundraising company you're working with."
"Thanks a lot. You're sure there's nothing you need that we could do? Like wash
your car or something like that?"
I smiled at her, looking her over slowly, pausing at her ample chest.
"I think there might be something you could do."
She returned the smile.
"Like what?"
"Show me your breasts."
Her eyes swelled in amazement, and she bit her lip to keep from grinning.
"If I just show you my tits, you'll give me fifty bucks?"
"Yes."
She giggled nervously.
"Okay."
She pulled off her T-shirt, revealing a lacy white bra, which she removed a
second later. She dropped both on the floor. Her big breasts were firm and
full, not sagging at all. Her nipples were tiny in comparison, but swelled and
stood out under my gaze.
Marianne took a step or two toward me, pushing back her shoulders to stick her
tits out even further. I could see the flush of arousal coloring her chest.
"How much if I took off some more?"
I leaned back casually on the couch, appraising her.
"Considering that there's a strip bar not far from here where I could see a
dozen nude girls for a ten dollar cover plus a two drink minimum... let's say
seventy- five."
She slowly unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down. Underneath, she wore plain
white cotton panties, and she paused for a moment or two, gathering her courage,
before sliding those down as well.
Her blonde pubes were closely trimmed, most likely to accommodate her
cheerleading outfits. I could see her labia underneath, beginning to color and
swell in arousal. She took another step towards me, then turned around slowly
to show me her little butt, tight and toned from many hours of cheerleading
gymnastics.
"Nice."
She smiled nervously.
"Thanks."
She put a foot up on the coffee table, opening herself slightly to give me a
better view. I could see her inner lips peeking out, and the dewy moisture
beginning to collect there.
"What could I do for a hundred?"
"Come here. Give me a closer look at all that."
She climbed onto the couch, straddling my legs. She put her hands on my
shoulders. I laid my hands on her firm thighs and moved upward. She remained
still as I neared her breasts, and let me take her in my hands. Her tits were
like fresh bread, spongy and firm. I cupped them, feeling the weight, moving
them around. I took her hard little nipples between my fingers, twisting them
gently. Marianne closed her eyes, breathing unevenly.
I slipped a hand down to caress her hard butt, squeezing the muscles. When I
moved the hand around slowly, reaching between her legs, she stopped me
suddenly.
"One-twenty-five."
"Done."
She let go of my hand, and I slid it between her thighs. She was already hot
and wet when I took her blonde pussy in my hand. I slipped a finger inside her,
feeling her wetness. She moaned, moving her hips up and back slowly as I
masturbated her. I tweaked her clit gently, working it back and forth. Her
breath was hot and damp in my face now.
"What about for two hundred?"
"Everything."
She gasped softly.
"Everything?"
"How about two-fifty then?"
She panted for a second or two.
"Okay."
She immediately wrapped her arms around me, kissing me eagerly. Her hips
settled into my lap, and she was soon rubbing herself against my erection as I
played roughly with her tits. I pulled off my shirt, and she bent to suck on my
nipples. I let her do it for a few seconds before pushing her further down.
She dug my cock out of my pants and took it in her hands.
"I've never sucked a cock before. I don't know if I can do this right."
"I'm sure you have the general idea."
She grinned and bent down to lick at me. She ran her tongue around the head a
few times before taking me tentatively into her mouth. I held her blonde head
in my lap as she moved up and down slowly, trying to guide her movements. She
kept it simple, but her mouth was so hot and wet that I didn't care. I let her
bob over me until I felt the jizz beginning to boil in my balls.
I pulled her up, and when she stood, I took her waist and seated her on the
couch. I climbed in between her thighs and pushed forward, sinking into her
tight teenage twat. She moaned, biting at my shoulder.
"You have to pull out before you come. I don't have anything."
"I'll come in your mouth."
"Oh, God. Okay."
I sank all of my thick seven inches into her, groaning at the heat and wetness.
She wrapped her legs around my butt and dug her nails into my back. I pumped
her steadily, massaging her clit with the base of my cock. She was already hot
and turned on, and it took me only a minute of firm thrusts to have her
shuddering in climax under me. She whimpered, biting again at my shoulder as I
pounded her firm teenage body. Her tits began to shake with my thrusts, and she
gripped them in her hands, pinching her nipples. The sight of it was enough to
do it for me, and I gave her a few last thrusts before pulling out suddenly.
She needed no coaching by now, and she instantly dropped to the floor,
swallowing up my erection. I groaned, grabbing her head and fucking her mouth
as she sucked as hard as she could. My cum boiled into her mouth, one shot
after another, and I felt her gulping it down as it came. She massaged my balls
and the base of my cock as she swallowed, working out the last few drops. When
I caught my breath, I looked down at her. She continued to suck gently, waiting
for my permission to let go.
I pulled out and sat on the couch in front of her.
"How was that?"
"Great," I gasped. "Two-fifty?"
She giggled.
"Two-fifty."
I wrote the check as Marianne got dressed, and then she left.
CHAPTER TWO
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I didn't expect to see her again after that, figuring she would just chalk the
experience up to a brief bit of daring experimentation and fooling around. But
two nights later, as I sat in my den watching a "Seinfeld" rerun, the doorbell
rang again.
I found Marianne on the doorstep, wearing a stretch satin top and a pair of
jeans. "Hi."
"Hey. What are you selling tonight?" She grinned, cocking her head.
"Me. Again."
"The cheerleading squad must be hard up."
"Actually, I spent it all on clothes. It would be hard to explain where I got
all that money anyway. So, are you interested? Two-fifty to fuck me, like we
did before?"
I ran my eyes over her slowly. She posed, thrusting her breasts out. Unless I
was seeing things, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her stiff nipples strained
against the satin of her top. "Come on in."
She walked into the living room, looking around and smiling at me. "Where do
you want to do it?"
"Upstairs."
"An actual bed this time?"
"Yeah."
She followed me up to the master bedroom, taking in the furnishings on the way.
I shut the door behind us. "Lie on the bed," she said.
I did.
She walked to the foot and slowly opened her top, popping open the snaps one by
one but keeping her breasts hidden. Then she threw it back and off her
shoulders, shaking her long blonde hair back behind her head. She cupped her
heavy breasts in her hands, tweaking the nipples. "Take off your shirt and your
jeans."
I did, stripping down to my boxers. She watched me, grinning at the hard-on
tenting out my shorts. She crawled up the bed, lowering her face to bite at my
cock through the fabric. It slipped out through the fly, and Marianne ran her
tongue up the underside, wiggling it over the glans. Then she took the head in
her mouth, sucking hard, working on just the end with her lips and tongue. I
reached out for her breasts, taking them in my hands and pinching her nipples
lightly.
She continued to blow me eagerly, bobbing her head up and down. I let her do it
for another minute before pulling her up. She giggled at me. "Did you like
that? I read about it in a book in the sex section of Barnes & Noble."
"You're getting better."
"Thanks."
I pulled her tits to my mouth, sucking roughly on her nipples. She moved me
back and forth, alternating breasts, until her nipples stood out in angry red
arousal. I began unbuttoning her jeans, but she took over immediately, and had
them and her panties off in a few seconds. I took her tight little butt in my
hands and pulled her blonde-furred pussy up to my mouth. She moaned, grabbing
on to the headboard and began riding my tongue.
I thrashed it over and around her clit and lips, drinking up her hot fluids.
Her hips were soon rocking back and forth over my mouth. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.
That feels so fucking hot."
I stabbed my tongue into her, fucking her with it, then sucked lightly on her
clit. Her thighs were soon battering my ears, and she came with a shriek,
throwing herself across the bed. I slipped out of my boxers as she caught her
breath, then rolled over on top of her. She put her hands on my waist to guide
me. "You're going to come in my mouth again, right? Not inside me?"
"Right."
I slipped slowly into her, luxuriating in her wonderful teenaged pussy. She was
dripping wet and almost painfully tight, gripping me with those toned
cheerleading muscles. The other afternoon had been too much of a surprise to
take my time with, so tonight I wanted to enjoy this. I moved in her with a
slow, steady rhythm, watching her arousal, nibbling on her earlobes and nipples.
She giggled as I did it, answering my attentions with sloppy kisses on my neck
and chest.
I bottomed out inside her, pressing as far into her as I could. I felt the
tendons on her thighs as she spread herself under me, groaning, pushing her hips
up to meet me. She began to whimper, biting at my shoulder, pressing her big
breasts against my body. I lifted off her as I sped my attack, making her tits
shudder with each thrust.
She reached back to brace herself against the headboard, pushing herself back at
me with each entry. She came again with another shriek, thrashing about on the
mattress under me. I had to stop to keep from coming inside her already, so I
relented to let her recover from her orgasm.
The crisis soon passed, and I resumed my slow fucking of this hot seventeen-
year-old. I lowered myself back onto her body, and she wrapped herself around
me. "Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me."
I felt her trying to squeeze me with her cunt, making herself even tighter. I
drove more purposefully now, grinding myself against her. She writhed under me
like a snake, still whispering perversions into my ear. Her movements soon
became more spasmodic, then her nails dug into my butt, and she shivered into
yet another orgasm.
My cock was beginning to ache from being hard so long without release, so I
finally loosed the brakes, fucking her with everything I had. She came a fourth
time, limbs flailing wildly under me, and as soon as her orgasm ran its course,
I withdrew, pulling out and lying down beside her. She had me back in her mouth
in an instant, bobbing and sucking for all she was worth.
She took me as far in as she could get, gripping my cock tightly with her free
hand. Her tongue massaged the underside of my cock eagerly, and a moment later,
I erupted into her mouth, squirting long, thick shots of come down her throat.
She gulped it down as it came, pumping it out with her fist. She slowed her
attack as my orgasm subsided, but continued to suck gently on me for nearly a
minute before lying back down.
"Whew," she said.
"Yeah."
"That was quite a fuck."
"You've had some experience at this."
She shrugged. "I lost it two years ago. You're the fifth guy I've done it
with."
"Do you have a boyfriend right now?"
She grinned. "Yep. But he can't fuck like you can. He almost never gets me
off unless I totally help him do it." She sat up and brushed her blonde hair
back over her head. "Do you have any beer?"
"Down in the kitchen."
"Can I have one?"
"Sure."
She pulled on her panties and top and descended to the first floor. I found my
checkbook and wrote her a check for $275. She returned with a bottle of Sam
Adams and flopped down on her stomach beside me, picking up the check.
"Thanks." Then her eyes lit up. "Hey--"
"A tip. That was better than last time."
"Phat. Thanks."
"Are you planning on making a habit of this?" She grinned at me, bending her leg
at the knee and flopping her foot back and forth. "Have you got the bucks for
it?"
"Sure."
"Do you want to keep fucking me?"
"Yes."
"Then I will. And you know what?"
"What?"
"I'm not the only girl on the squad. I bet a couple of the other girls would do
this too."
"You think?" She grinned again. "Maybe. I'll ask around." She finished her
beer and left a few minutes later.
CHAPTER THREE
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For a couple of days, I waited to see if any of the other cheerleaders might
show up, but none of them did. I began to think that either Marianne hadn't
been brave enough to confess to what she had done or none of the other girls
were interested.
Then the doorbell rang again.
I was once again watching television, sitting home on a Friday night. I had
been seeing a woman I worked with off and on the past few months, and I had
considered asking her to dinner that weekend. After reflecting for a few
moments, I decided to give the cheerleader thing one last chance. It was a good
thing I did.
It was about nine-thirty, and I was in the middle of a movie on HBO. When the
doorbell rang, I immediately figured it must be Marianne, since I couldn't
imagine anyone else knocking on my door this late.
It wasn't.
Instead, I found a girl of about the same age, five- three, long dark brown hair
and brown eyes. Her body was not as curvy as Marianne's, but she still looked
quite delicious. She had a silver stud in her left nostril and a definite "bad
girl" cast to her face, sort of like that girl on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer,"
whatever her name was.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"You're Steve?"
"Yeah."
"I'm Tiffany. A friend of Marianne's."
"A cheerleader."
She grinned.
"Yeah. So can I come in?"
I stepped back, opening the door further. Tiffany came inside, checking out the
house.
"Wow. You are pretty rich, huh? Marianne told me about your place."
"I do okay."
She glanced around a few more seconds before looking back at me.
"So, like, what did you guys do, just rip off each other's clothes, or what?"
"It needn't be that abrupt. But, just so we're clear, you know what she was
doing?"
She grinned.
"Yeah. But I don't really have as much as experience as she does. So two-fifty
might be too much for me. It's not like I know how to do all this different
stuff and all."
"But you're not a virgin?"
She laughed.
"You think I'd lose it like this? Jeez, no. Shit." She giggled again. "But
I've only slept with two other guys. So I don't want you to expect all that
much."
"Okay. Do you want something to drink?"
"Sure. Beer, if you've got it."
I got her a beer from the refrigerator and opened it for her. She took a long
swig and continued to look around the house.
"How old are you?"
"Forty-one."
"My dad is forty-three. He'd have a herd of cows over this if he knew."
"What do you know about Marianne?"
She shrugged.
"I don't know. I met her in Junior High. We've been friends a while. We went
out for cheerleading together. Her dad is a pervert."
I laughed.
"He is?"
"Yes. He grabbed my butt once. I think he would have done it again if I hadn't
threatened to tell his wife."
"Does Marianne know?"
"No. What was I supposed to tell her, 'Your dad wants to jump my bones?'"
"You think he does?"
"Don't all you old guys want to? I see the looks we get, me and my friends. I'm
not stupid."
"I guess a lot of us do."
"Most of them are repulsive, like Marianne's dad. But you seem pretty cool.
You don't look forty-one."
"Thanks."
"And Marianne said you were a great fuck. The best she ever had, and she's had
some fucks, believe me."
I smiled slightly.
"I can imagine."
She finished her beer and set it back down on the counter.
"So where do we do it?"
"Upstairs."
She followed me up to the bedroom and stood nervously in the middle of the room
as I shut the doors.
"I guess you're just going to have to tell me what to do."
I stripped to my boxers and lay on the bed.
"Take off your clothes. Slowly."
She wore a tight stretch cotton top over her firm tits, and she pulled it off
now. Under it, she wore a black satin bra, and I noticed another silver stud,
this time in her navel. She took off her bra slowly, trying to look seductive.
She didn't quite get it, but her nervous inexperience was arousing enough. Her
breasts were firm C-cups (Marianne was well into D-cup territory), conical and
pointy, with prominent brown nipples. She slid her jeans down smoothly,
revealing black satin panties that matched her bra. When the jeans were off,
she stepped up next to me on the bed, smiling.
"I like those piercings."
"Thanks. Want to unwrap the last bit? I've got a little surprise I think you'll
like."
I sat up, swinging my legs around, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of
her panties. As I slid them down, I saw what she meant: one last silver stud
through the hood of her clitoris.
"Like it?"
"Yes. I thought you had to be eighteen to get those, though."
"I did it myself. I did all of them myself."
"You're kidding."
"I think I have a high pain threshold. It wasn't that bad."
I pulled her closer and bent to take a hard brown nipple in my mouth. Tiffany
moaned softly, putting her arms around my head. I sucked on her eagerly,
pulling as much of her breast into my mouth as I could get. She pushed me off
after a minute or so, moving me to her other tit. I felt up between her legs as
I did it, finding the stud in her clit. I pulled on it gently, twisting it
around. I probed further down, finding her already wet and growing wetter.
I played with her like that for a few minutes, stroking and tweaking her clit
with my fingers as I sucked on her nipples. She began to whimper softly,
holding my head tightly. Her hips started moving with my strokes as her abdomen
started to shake. A few seconds later her legs buckled, and she fell against
me. I rubbed her briskly as the orgasm pulsed through her body, finishing her
off as best I could.
She recovered after a few seconds and stepped back, grinning at me.
"Wow. Marianne was right. You are pretty good. What do you want me to do?"
"Kneel down."
She got the message, dropping to her knees in front of me. She reached for my
boxers and pulled them down, exposing my thick erection. She took it in her
hands and stroked it gently.
"How do you like it? My boyfriend just wants me to go as fast as possible and
get him off, but I'm guessing that isn't really the best way."
"Gently. Take your time and enjoy it."
She smiled, looking up at me, and took my cock in her mouth. She kissed and
licked it for a few seconds before sucking more purposefully. I closed my eyes
and held her head in my hands. She went slowly, massaging me with her tongue.
A minute later, she withdrew, reaching up to stroke me with her hand as she
sucked on my balls. Whatever she had said before about having less experience
than Marianne apparently didn't apply to oral sex. She worked on my balls for
about twenty seconds before taking my cock back in her mouth.
She was good enough that I though about letting complete the act, but two-fifty
was a lot for a blow job. So I pulled her off before she took me too far.
"What now?"
"Get on the bed on your hands and knees."
Her eyebrows went up a little.
"Doggy style?"
"Right."
She complied rapidly, presenting her tight little butt to me. She was firmer
and less rounded than Marianne, all tight cheerleading muscles. I took her hips
in my hands and thrust forward, burying myself inside her. She let out a cry at
my rapid penetration, but immediately began pushing herself back at me. I
fucked her like that for a few minutes, just enjoying her luscious little teen
pussy. She dropped her head to the mattress after the first minute, bending
herself open for me even more. I felt her hand moving between us, playing with
herself and my balls as I fucked her.
I withdrew and rolled her on her back. She grinned up at me, spreading herself
open, and I climbed on top of her. I was inside her again in an instant. Her
lips curled back from her teeth as I bottomed out.
"Where should I come?" I moaned.
"I'm on the pill," she gasped. "Come anywhere you want, just fuck me."
I began moving firmly within her, massaging her sensitive spots with my cock.
She whimpered and held me tightly, pulling me even further inside her. She
didn't like me to withdraw very far, and she kept a tight grip on my butt to
hold me inside. I pumped her more rapidly now, feeling the stud in her clit
every time I thrust at her. She began to shiver and thrash under me. She came
deeply and silently, squeezing me tightly inside.
I kept up the rhythm without slowing, and she came again within a few minutes.
By now she was mewling and moaning, begging quietly for me to come inside her.
A few more deep urgent thrusts were enough to do it, especially since she began
coming again a few seconds before I did. I pushed as far into her as I could
get and filled her quivering pussy with my sperm.
I rolled off her as soon as I caught my breath. She lay unmoving on her back,
legs still spread widely as my cum dripped out of her and onto the sheets.
"Fuck! Fuck," she gasped. "Fuck!"
I got her a towel to clean herself up, and she went into the bathroom. While
she was gone, I filled out her check. She returned a minute later with a big
grin on her face. "Marianne wasn't kidding. I've never had a fuck like that."
"Good."
She found the check on the bed.
"Two-fifty?"
"You earned it."
"Cool. This is like, the most money I ever had at once."
"Don't spend it all in one place."
She giggled.
"What do you do that you have so much money?"
"I'm a stock trader."
"How much money do you have?"
"Total? A few million, probably, though most of it's on paper."
"Wow. Seriously?"
"Yep."
I could see the gears turning in her head as she stared at the check.
"Are there other things you'd want to do? Like with me and Marianne? For more
money than this, I mean."
"Both of you at once, maybe."
She gasped softly.
"You mean like--"
"Together."
"Would we have to, like, lez each other and all?"
"Say for five hundred a piece? I think that's the going rate for girls as hot as
you two."
Her eyes swelled.
"Five hundred? Do you mean it?"
"Sure."
"Wow. I'll have to ask her. I bet she'd do it, though. I have to think about
it."
"Think all you want. You know where I live."
She giggled.
"Yep."
CHAPTER FOUR
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Nothing much happened the rest of the weekend. Monday afternoon, Marianne
reappeared at my door, wearing jeans and a white spaghetti-strap baby tee that
barely contained her big tits.
"Hey."
"Are you busy? Wanna hang out?"
"Come on in."
She stepped inside, walking into the kitchen and helping herself to a beer. I
opened it for her.
"I talked to Tiffany," she said grinning.
"And?"
"She told me about your idea."
"Go on."
"Five hundred a piece, you fuck us both, and we dyke out on each other?"
"Right."
She grinned.
"I wanna do it, but Tiff is still thinking. If she doesn't want to, I know a
girl who would, though."
"Another cheerleader?"
"Uh huh."
"This is quite a squad you've got."
"Yep."
"Who else knows about our little arrangement?"
"Just Tiff."
"Not this other girl?"
"No. But see, she's a good friend of mine, so I know she's a dyke. Or at least
she's fucked girls. Guys too, but mostly girls. I'll pitch it to her if Tiff
wimps out. I know she'll do it if I ask."
"What's she look like?"
"She's pretty hot. About my height, red hair. She doesn't have tits like mine,
but she's still cute."
"Not too many girls do."
She grinned. I could see the flush of arousal on her chest.
"Nope. So, you wanna go fuck now?"
"Lead the way."
She took my hand and pulled me upstairs. As I shut the bedroom doors behind us,
Marianne stepped to the middle of the room, leering at me. She pulled her top
over her head, then shoved down her jeans. Underneath, she wore a matching
demi-bra and panty set in lacy ivory, with little beads all over the fabric.
"Like it?"
"Yes."
"That's good, because you paid for it."
She walked up, grabbing my hard-on through her pants, then dropped to her knees
and began digging it out. When she had it exposed, she stroked it a few times,
then settled her mouth over the head. She worked the end eagerly as she had the
last time, sucking and slurping with just her lips and tongue.
"Tell me something," I gasped.
She didn't withdraw.
"Hmm?"
"You said you never sucked a cock before mine. But Tiffany talked like she
thought you had a lot more experience than she did."
She pulled back now, using her hand to stroke me as she ran her tongue along the
underside.
"She's right, but I didn't." She sucked the base of my cock just above my balls
for a second. "I thought it was gross and demeaning. Like the guy was just
using me to get off."
"What's different about this?"
She grinned.
"I don't know. I just know I love sucking your dick." And back it went into her
mouth.
She took more of it in now, pushing it to the back of her throat. I reached
down to feel her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her teeth grazed lightly along
the underside as she withdrew, then she reversed herself, swallowing most of it
back up again. She bobbed slowly up and down like that, playing gently with my
balls, until I had to stop her lest I come already. She withdrew and went back
to stroking me with her hand.
"I was thinking..."
"What?"
She looked up at me lasciviously.
"What would it be worth to fuck me in the ass?"
"Instead of straight sex? Or on top of it?"
She grinned and gave the head of my cock a brief suck.
"What would you want?"
"I'd like to come in that tight ass of yours."
"Okay. We'll do that instead."
"Same price?"
"Uh huh."
"Have you done it before?"
"Nope. Is it going to hurt?"
"Let me eat you out first. Then we'll do it."
She stood, removing her bra and panties, and lay back on the bed behind her. I
crawled up between her thighs, and she took my head in her hands. I buried my
tongue in her blonde twat, sucking her clit and lips into my mouth. She moaned,
arching her back, especially after I reached up and began punishing her big
breasts and hard nips with my fingers. Her hips rolled at my face, pushing up
at me as I licked and sucked on her. I kept up a steady rhythm for several
minutes, and Marianne's fluids were soon covering most of my face. I fucked her
with my tongue and brought a hand down from her breasts to tweak her clit. She
shrieked, thrashing back and forth, and came in a rush, almost lifting us both
off the bed.
I finished her off for a few seconds and then withdrew to let her rest. I went
into the bathroom to find a bottle of massage oil. When I returned, Marianne
was still limp on the bed with an arm over her face, gasping for breath. She
came to a few moments later, and her eyes came to rest on the oil in my hands.
"Is that for me?"
"Both of us."
"What do I do?"
"Get on your hands and knees down here."
She rolled on her stomach and positioned herself. I used my index finger to
lubricate her, working it around her sphincter. She moaned and gasped when I
slipped inside her, working as much of the oil into her as I could get.
"Is this going to hurt?"
"It might at first. Just try to relax yourself as much as you can."
I stroked my erection with the oil until it was glistening from head to root.
Then I took her hips in my hands, probing forward. I aimed my cock between her
ass cheeks, resting it against her anus.
"Oh, God."
I pushed forward slowly, the copious oil easing the passage through her tight
sphincter. Marianne grunted and convulsed as I slid into her. I bottomed out
after about ten seconds, resting my hips against her hard ass.
"Are you all right?"
"It feels... oh, God... it feels like I'm being raped by an elephant."
"Do you want to stop?"
"No. Fuck me. Just fuck me."
She pushed backwards, trying to get me to thrust at her. I withdrew slowly,
then slid back in. I could feel her sphincter pulsing involuntarily around me.
She whimpered through clenched teeth, throwing her hair back over her shoulders.
I fucked her easily for a minute or two before speeding my thrusts. I pushed
her forward each time, until she was soon down on the bed with her knees bent
under her. I reached for her big tits, taking them in my hands. She braced
herself on the headboard in front of us, still whimpering and grunting as I
fucked her. I felt her fingers brush against my balls and realized that she was
playing with herself.
"Is this getting you off?" I gasped.
"Oh, God. Yes."
"Does it hurt?"
"Uh huh. But I can come. I'm going to come. Just give me a little more."
"Harder?"
She groaned.
"Harder."
I sped my thrusts, thumping against her ass, feeling my balls slapping against
her sopping wet twat. Little cries began escaping her lips, and her fingers
were a blur between her legs. Her body began to shake and shudder under me just
as my sperm began to rise. Then her sphincter clamped painfully down on the
base of my cock as she came, stopping the flow of jism. It boiled against this
unexpected barrier, making my head swim, then the pressure built enough to
escape, and my cum sprayed into her bowels. I shook in dizzy climax, burying
myself into her up to the root.
When our respective orgasms subsided, I fell to the side, pulling out of her.
She stretched out her legs, remaining on her stomach. Neither of us said
anything for a few minutes.
Marianne lifted herself up on an elbow, wiping the sweat from her forehead and
brushing her long blonde hair back from her face.
"I'm going to be limping for a week."
"Sorry."
"Don't be. That was fucking incredible."
I nodded.
"Have you done it like that before?" she asked.
"A few times. An old girlfriend of mine was into it."
"God. I never thought about it much until tonight. I don't know what made me
want to."
She slid off the bed and went into the bathroom. I dressed and cleaned myself
up, and then went into my office to find my checkbook. She appeared from the
bedroom, fully dressed, a few minutes later, and sat in my lap. She gave me a
long kiss when I slipped the check into her jeans, and I played gently with her
big breasts.
"Mmm."
"Yes."
"You like my tits, huh?"
"I love them. They're perfect."
"It used to piss me off how guys acted about them. I don't mind you, though.
I don't know why."
She kissed me again, moving her butt slowly against my lap. I felt my cock
beginning to stir again, and I could tell Marianne felt it.
She giggled.
"Did you clean yourself up?"
"Yes."
She bent to kiss my neck as one hand caressed my chest.
"I feel like giving you a freebie."
"You don't need to."
"I know. I want to."
She slipped out of my lap and onto the floor. She positioned herself between my
knees and reached up for my boxers. My cock was standing at attention now, and
she inspected it briefly. Finding nothing amiss, she bent her head to take it
into her mouth.
It was too soon after my earlier orgasm, and Marianne was too eager and excited.
I had to slow her down, digging my fingers through her long blonde locks. She
slowed down, using just her tongue and lips in a steady rhythm for a few
minutes.
She withdrew to kiss the head.
"Better?"
"Yeah."
Back down she went, sucking and massaging me with her tongue. My balls were
beginning to reawaken now, and I moved her head faster. She responded by
bobbing rapidly. I reached down to fondle her tits, and she moved closer to me,
getting everything within reach. When I dug into her baby T-shirt to get at
them, she reached behind her to unsnap her bra. Her tits fell into my hands,
and I caressed them gently as she continued to suck rapidly on my cock.
She withdrew again to rest her jaw, using her hand to stroke me rapidly.
"Are you getting there yet?"
I nodded, gasping.
"Are you going to come in my mouth? Are you going shoot your cum down throat?"
I grunted, unable to answer her.
"I'm going to swallow it. I'm going to swallow every drop."
She dropped her head, swallowing me up, and sucking rapidly on the head like a
calf at a teat, massaging it with tongue and lips. I cried out, gripping her
hair in my hands. My cum began churning out of my balls, and a second later, it
was spurting into Marianne's mouth. She gulped it down as it came, milking my
cock with her fist to get it all. She continued to suck and milk me for nearly
a minute afterward before withdrawing with a big grin on her face.
"Did you like that?"
I nodded.
"I'm going to talk to Tiff tomorrow. If I can't talk her into doing the three-
way, I'll call this other girl. Then I'll let you know what's going to happen."
"Okay."
She crawled up into my lap and kissed me again.
"Night. Thanks."
"You too," I gasped.
CHAPTER FIVE
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Marianne called me the next day to inform me that Tiffany was not interested in
group sex, and that therefore she was going to talk to her other friend on the
cheerleading squad, whose name was Ashley. She promised to get back to me with
a day and a time.
Thursday afternoon, she appeared at my door again wearing shorts and a flower-
print string bikini top. The top was scarcely enough to contain her breasts,
and had she jumped around at all -- say, to attempt a cheer -- it looked like
she would have come flying out of it immediately.
She gave me a quick bj in the living room, then remained at my feet to explain
what she had worked out.
"Ashley completely freaked when I told her what I've been doing."
"Sleeping with me, you mean?"
"For money. That was the main thing she freaked about. I tried to tell her
that it's not really like that, but when I pitched the idea to her, you know,
five hundred a piece for what you wanted, she completely changed her mind. She
wants to do it."
"Just like that?"
"Yeah. None of the girls on the squad have a lot of money, but Ashley is
probably the worst off. Her folks are divorced, and her dad just drinks a lot.
Her mom is a waitress. So five hundred bucks is a fortune for her."
"I can imagine. When?"
"Saturday night?"
"That works for me."
"Anyway. After I talked to Ashley, I was thinking."
"What about?"
"All this money, you know, it does seem kind of cheap to just come over, fuck
you, and have you hand me a check. I was trying to think of a better way to
handle it."
I thought about that for a moment.
"I could get you a credit card. You could charge what I've been paying you, buy
stuff with it. However it came out, we could settle up at the end of the
month."
Her eyes widened.
"Seriously? I could buy anything I wanted?"
"Within reason. The idea being to pay you that way instead with a check."
She grinned.
"Cool."
She stood up, taking my arms and pulling me upstairs. We quickly lost the
remainder of our clothes. Marianne kissed me, pressing her breasts against my
chest. Then she looked down coyly, though her hand settled on my erection,
stroking it gently.
"You know... you've come in my mouth, and in my ass, but never in my pussy."
"I keep forgetting to buy some rubbers."
"Rubbers are no fun. I want your cum inside me."
"You might get my baby in the bargain."
"We could just risk it today. I think the timing is off. It's the wrong time
of the month."
"I don't know about this."
She grinned, looking up at me innocently.
"The prospect of knocking me up doesn't turn you on?"
"It's the prospect of eighteen years of child support that doesn't turn me on."
She pouted.
"Please?"
"All right. It's your body."
She grinned and went back to kissing me, arms around my neck. I fondled her
tits, cupping them in my hands and working her nipples with my thumbs. She
began to squirm as they erected and grew more sensitive, and I finally picked
her up and carried her to the bed.
She lay on her back, and I kissed and licked my way down her body, nursing her
big breasts, running my tongue down her abdomen, wiggling it in her navel
(making her giggle and convulse in the process), finally settling between her
thighs and taking her blonde-furred twat in my mouth. I shoved my hands under
her butt, holding her firm cheerleading ass tightly under me.
She writhed around on the bed as I ate her, legs opening and closing, hands
randomly gripping her hair or her breasts or my head. I knew her rhythms well
enough now to bring her hot seventeen-year-old body to rapid series of orgasms,
keeping it up until she cried out in over-stimulation and pushed me away.
I gave her only a few seconds to recover before climbing above her and slipping
into her tight teenage pussy. She let out a guttural cry, wrapping herself
around me. I drove in and out of her steadily. She was tight and wet, all hot
squishy flesh gripping my cock. She cried out again as another orgasm took her,
and she dug her nails painfully into my butt. My control began to slip away
now, and I pounded her roughly, watching her round tits shaking with each
thrust. She sensed my impending orgasm and spread herself even wider for me,
begging for my seed.
"Come... come... come in me..."
I let out a hoarse grunt, stabbed every bit of myself into her, and came for all
I was worth, spurting painfully intense ribbons of come up to her womb. I kept
thrusting long after it was over, and finally collapsed onto her breasts. She
put her arms around me and held me close.
"Mmm. Stay inside me. Don't move yet. You feel so good."
I pushed my deflating penis forward.
"So do you."
"I love the feeling after a good fuck, all tingly and gooey."
She kissed me tenderly for a few seconds, then looked up at me.
"Have you ever done it with a virgin?"
"Mary Jo Beadman, after a Led Zeppelin concert when I was seventeen. We were
both virgins. It wasn't an experience worth remembering."
"Would you want to give it another try?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm just thinking. There's another girl on the squad who I know is a virgin.
You could have her if you wanted."
I laughed softly.
"Have you consulted her about this?"
She smiled.
"I could talk her into it. She's been talking about losing it."
"She cute?"
"Not as cute as me." She smiled. "But she's not bad. She's kind of tall and
thin, you know, sort of that European model look. She's got really long brown
hair."
"What do you think this would cost?"
She grinned up at me.
"You'd be her first. You'd get to pop her cherry. That would be worth
something to you, wouldn't it?"
"Does she still have one? Because if she's been cheerleading for any length of
time, she's probably lost it on her own already just by stretching and jumping
around."
Marianne bit her lip.
"I didn't think of that. Would it make a difference?"
"Yeah. I suppose that sounds stupid, but it would."
"Okay. Well, I'll see what I can do to find out. But if she still has it, do
you want her?"
"How much?"
"A thousand?"
"That's pretty steep. I'm spending that much on you and Ashley together."
"This is special. Afterwards, if you wanted her again, it would be a lot less."
"I'll think about it."
"Phat. I bet she'll do it."
Marianne went home after that, and I lay in bed marveling at my sudden good
fortune. A few weeks ago, I was dating women my own age and dealing with all
sorts of pretentious bullshit in exchange for a little sex. Now I had a
gorgeous teenage procuress whose sole mission in life seemed to be to provide me
with as much and as varied sex as possible. All I had to do was throw some
money at her. Not something I was inclined to complain about.
Later that night, I called one of my credit card companies and told them I
needed another card for my "stepdaughter," and that it was urgent because she
was about to take a long vacation. They promised to get it out as soon as they
could.
That afternoon, I had scarcely been home five minutes when I heard someone
knocking hard on the front door. I looked through the peephole and saw about
half a dozen teenage boys, some of them wearing football letter jackets.
I opened the door. The one who had knocked, a tall, athletic kid with sandy
brown hair, was clearly leading this group, but they were all here for a reason,
whatever it was. The looks on their faces were a mixture of nervousness and
anger.
"Are you Steven Connors?" the leader said.
"What can I do for you, son?"
"I'm just going to say this once. You stay the fuck away from my girlfriend, do
you understand?"
I returned his glare for a few seconds before answering him.
"Are you talking about Marianne?"
"Yeah. Stay the fuck away from her before I have to fuck you up."
"She's the one who's been coming over here. I think you need to talk to her."
He glanced at his friends, trying to gather his courage.
"I talked to her, all right. I told her to stay the fuck away from you if she
knew what was good for her."
"Otherwise you'd fuck her up, is that it? You like beating up girls? I guess
that's probably your speed."
I saw his fists clench at his side, and he snorted hard through his nostrils.
"Just shut the fuck up, man."
"Or what? You're going to teach me a lesson for giving your girlfriend something
you can't seem to?"
His face reddened, and his friends began to mutter.
"Fuck him up, man," one of them said.
"Don't take that shit."
He stood in front of me, fuming, but didn't move.
"This is the football team I'm looking at, right?"
No one answered me, but it was obvious enough.
"You look pretty fit, son, so I'm guessing you've got ambitions of playing
college ball, don't you? You're probably talking to recruiters already, maybe
some of them have even made you some offers? Let me ask you something. You know
who Randy Moss is? Lawrence Phillips? Those names mean anything to you?"
The other kids glanced at each other, and Marianne's boyfriend glared at me, but
none of them said anything.
"Both of them had talent to spare, but because they fucked up early on, got
reputations as troublemakers, few people wanted anything to do with them. Moss
was looking at a free ride at Notre Dame before he got in trouble. Fifteen pro
teams passed on him before he got drafted, even though he should have gone
number one. Things aren't like they used to be, son. This isn't some jerkwater
town in Texas we live in, and I really doubt you've got as much talent as Randy
Moss. You do something stupid here tonight, and you may be kissing college
football goodbye forever."
I could see them beginning to waver, especially the two kids in back who didn't
look like they wanted to be here in the first place.
"Do what you came here for if you're going to do it, son. Otherwise, get the
fuck off my porch."
The kids began muttering again, and one of them took the boyfriend's arm.
"Let's go, man. You said what you needed to."
He shook his arm free and glared at me once last time. Then he began backing
up. His friends turned to go, and the six them moved back down the walkway. He
and I continued to glare at each other until I heard my phone ringing in the
kitchen. I kept my gaze on him until I shut the door.
The phone kept ringing, and I went back to answer it. An anguished female voice
immediately gushed through the line.
"Steve?"
"Marianne?"
"Yeah, are you all right? Is everything okay?"
"Your boyfriend just left. Nothing happened."
She let out growl of disgust and frustration.
"*Ex*-boyfriend. Fuck him. Do you know what he did today?"
"What?"
"He called me a cunt. And a whore. And a bunch of other names."
I chose my words carefully.
"What exactly does he know?"
"Nothing! That's what's so fucking stupid! All he knows is that I came over to
your place a few times. His imagination did the rest."
"I'm sorry."
"Fuck it. I don't care. Anyway, are you busy? Can I come over?"
I took the phone back to the living room and looked out the window. The
boyfriend and his minions appeared to have left.
"Yes. But be careful."
"Okay. I'll see you in a minute."
She burst through the front door about ninety seconds later. She came straight
up to me and hugged me, putting her forehead on my shoulder.
"Fuck."
"It's all right. Nothing happened."
"I saw them coming up the street, and I knew right away what they were going to
do. I almost called the police. Then I realized I might get you in trouble,
too."
"Don't worry about it. I don't think they'll be back."
"I'm sorry." She backed up, smiling at me, and moved me toward the nearest
chair. "Let me make it up to you."
She kissed me a few times as she unbuttoned my jeans, then pushed me into the
chair. She dropped to the floor between my knees and pulled my pants down to
expose my cock. It went straight into her mouth, and she sucked eagerly on me
for a minute or two before withdrawing, replacing her mouth with her hand.
"Are you excited about tomorrow night?"
I nodded, gritting my teeth at what she was doing. She gave my cockhead a few
licks.
"Ashley is completely stoked about this. She's been sort of coming on to me the
last couple of days. She keeps saying things like 'I didn't know you were into
girls.'"
She dropped her head again and worked diligently on the end of my dick, swirling
her tongue around and around as she sucked.
"You've never done something like this before?"
She bobbed a few more times before answering me.
"Nope. And the truth is, I'm not really into girls. It doesn't turn me off,
but it never appealed to me either. But it's what you want, and I can really
use that money. So I'll fuck her for one night. It's no big deal."
She returned to sucking me off, using long slow strokes to push my dick to back
of her throat. As I got closer, she concentrated on the head, using the tight
lips-and- tongue suction that she knew I liked. I groaned, gripping her long
blonde hair tightly in my hands, and she sped her attack. I looked down, seeing
that her right hand had disappeared under her skirt, and from the rapid motions
of her arm, I could tell she was working just as hard on herself.
A few seconds later, my balls convulsed and I spurted my cum down her throat.
As she usually did, she kept sucking and pumping my cock with her fist until it
was all out and my dick began to deflate. But this time, shortly after I came,
she let out a quiet squeak through her nose and shuddered between my knees.
Then her other hand reappeared, and she used it to caress my balls.
She pulled back, giving my cockhead one last kiss. She giggled.
"Mmm. That was fun."
"Yeah. I saw you helping yourself along there too."
She grinned.
"I get so turned on when I suck you. Do you mind?"
"No." She leaned against me, folding her arms over my lap and laying her head
on top.
"I guess I'm single now. But that's okay. Randy better not start any more shit
at school."
"You two are seniors?"
"Yeah."
"I've never asked this, but how old are you?"
"Seventeen. I'll be eighteen in about a month, though. That's not a problem,
is it?"
"No. A little late to be worrying about that anyway."
She giggled again.
"Yep."
CHAPTER SIX
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Feeling like this was a sort of special occasion, I spent a few hours on
Saturday cleaning up the house and the bedroom. I restocked my supply of beer
for the girls and got them some munchies to go with it. Then I wrote two checks
for $500 and put them into separate envelopes.
Marianne's credit card arrived in the mail that afternoon. Clearly VISA didn't
want to risk losing any of her business. I saved the paperwork and slipped the
card into Marianne's envelope.
Marianne and Ashley showed up around eight. Ashley was about Marianne's height,
but slimmer and more athletic- looking. She had long straight red hair and blue
eyes. As Marianne had said, Ashley was quite cute but not as hot as she was.
She appeared nervous, but excited at the same time.
"Hi."
"Hey."
Marianne gave me a quick kiss.
"This is Ashley."
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
I noticed as Ashley spoke that she had a silver stud through her tongue.
"Come on in."
The two of them followed me into the kitchen and I gave them both a beer.
Marianne sat on a barstool and dug into the bowl of tortilla chips I had sitting
out.
"This is a pretty nice house," Ashley said.
"Thanks."
Ashley wore just jeans and pale green T-shirt. She had a bra on under her top,
but it did nothing to hide the hard little nipples that were trying to come
through it.
"So what do you want to do?" Marianne asked.
"Let's just get comfortable first."
"Marianne told me about Randy coming over," Ashley said. "That was pretty
fucking lame."
"Teenage boys are not the most mature creatures on the planet."
Both of them laughed.
"That's the fucking truth," she said.
"I talked to Giselle this morning," Marianne said.
"Who?"
"The virgin."
"Oh."
"She claims to still have her cherry. I pitched the idea to her. She was
totally freaked until I told her about the money. Now she says she'll think
about it."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. But I told her a thousand. That was okay, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"Phat. Do you want to go upstairs? I'm so fucking horny I can't sit here much
longer."
Ashley and I both laughed, and I motioned to the stairs. Marianne hopped up and
led the way, taking both our hands. When we got to the bedroom, she shut the
door and pushed me down on the bed. Then she stood at the end next to Ashley,
smiling at me.
"Since I know why you wanted this, we'll start out by ourselves. You can watch
as long as you want."
I leaned back against the headboard and slipped off my shirt and slacks. The
girls waited until I was ready before turning to each other. They came together
in a soft kiss, resting their hands on each other's waists. Ashley seemed to be
taking the lead, frenching Marianne slowly. She reached up to cup Marianne's
big tits, tweaking the nipples through the fabric of her top.
Marianne began pulling Ashley's T-shirt out of her jeans, and Ashley did
likewise with Marianne. Soon they were both down to their bras. Ashley kept
going, reaching around to free Marianne's tits. They hardly sagged at all
coming free from their restraint, and Ashley pushed them around, pinching the
nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Marianne removed Ashley's bra, exposing her breasts. Ashley was far smaller
than Marianne, but not flat- chested either. Her tits were little champagne-
glass cones with pale pink nipples sticking straight out from her chest.
Marianne put a hand on one and explored it tentatively.
Ashley pushed her backwards, getting her to sit on the end of the bed. After
checking to make sure I could see, she lowered herself to nurse Marianne's
breasts. She teased the nipples at first, then sucked as much in as she could
get. Marianne's eyes were closed, and deep flush of arousal covered her chest.
She held Ashley's head close but otherwise remained still.
Ashley sucked on both of Marianne's big breasts until she had the nipples
standing out in arousal. Then she began unbuttoning Marianne's jeans. Marianne
took a long, nervous breath, and helped her. A few moments later, she was lying
back naked on the bed.
Ashley knelt on the floor at Marianne's feet. She looked up at me, grinning
nervously, and reached out to play with Marianne's blonde pussy. She tweaked
her clit a few times before extending her tongue and leaning forward.
Marianne gasped, tensing up, at Ashley's first lick. Ashley wiggled her tongue
over her clit, rubbing the silver stud back and forth. I reached for Marianne's
hand, and she squeezed me tightly. Ashley was now eating her in earnest,
swirling her tongue around Marianne's clit. Marianne squeezed my hand again,
whimpering softly. She seemed torn between nervousness at this new experience
and the sensations Ashley was sending through her body.
I rolled forward, lying on my side behind Marianne's head. I brushed her hair
back from her face, looking down between her big tits to where Ashley's tongue
was dipping and fluttering around between her thighs. Marianne's breath was
coming in ragged drafts, and I could see her abdomen quivering. She whimpered
again, convulsing slightly, and finally reached down to Ashley's head. Ashley
responded by speeding her attack, moving her tongue in a blur over Marianne's
clit.
Marianne began to shudder, then cried out once, twice, finally almost screaming
as Ashley brought her to orgasm. Her back arched, and she grabbed Ashley's head
in both her hands. Ashley continued licking her mercilessly, and Marianne's
thighs drummed against her ears. Marianne finally pushed her away, throwing
herself back against the bed and gasping for breath.
Ashley looked up at me, smiling, and kissed Marianne's abdomen a few times.
Marianne reached for her, pulling her up above her. Ashley crawled up to kiss
Marianne, and the two girls embraced, moaning and giggling at each other.
Marianne then pushed Ashley off, rolling her on her back beside her. Ashley
giggled, looking up and back at me. Marianne gave me a nervous look and began
kissing her way down Ashley's body. She paused at Ashley's hard little tits,
licking and sucking her nipples gently. Ashley looked down at her, caressing
Marianne's face. After a minute or two of this, Marianne descended between
Ashley's thighs.
Ashley had bright red pubic hair, trimmed like Marianne's, and Marianne spent a
moment or two examining her, feeling Ashley with her right hand. She put her
thumb on Ashley's clit, caressing it gently. Then, taking a deep breath and
looking up at me with a nervous grin on her face, she bent to lick at her
friend.
She kept it basic, but seemed to have the general idea. Ashley closed her eyes
and lay still as Marianne ate her. I watched Marianne's tongue moving slowly
around. She glanced up at me again, still grinning in embarrassment. But
Marianne soon settled down and bent to her task more purposefully. Ashley began
to moan and play with her breasts as Marianne licked steadily away. She reached
down and put a hand on Marianne's head.
"Faster," she moaned. "Faster."
Marianne's tongue immediately sped up, spinning tight circles around Ashley's
clit. A minute or two of this was enough to have Ashley grunting and quivering
next to me. She started to shake, and a long whine escaped her lips. Marianne
clearly knew what was happening, and licked her friend even more eagerly.
Finally, Ashley let out a sharp cry and came.
When Ashley's climax was over, Marianne crawled up beside her, giggling. The
two girls kissed and fondled each other as they looked up at me.
"What did you think of that?" Marianne asked.
"Very nice."
"It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be."
"How did she do?"
"Not bad for a first time," Ashley said, grinning, "but more practice wouldn't
hurt."
The girls giggled again.
"What do you want to do now?" Marianne asked.
"Come here."
I pulled Marianne up until she was kneeling over Ashley's face. Ashley caressed
Marianne's tight little cheerleading butt as she looked up at us. I climbed
around behind her head so I could kiss and fondle Marianne. Ashley resumed
eating her friend's blonde pussy as Marianne put her arms around me, kissing me
eagerly.
I played with Marianne's big tits as I kissed her, squeezing the firm, spongy
flesh. She had very sensitive nipples, and when I began pinching and tweaking
them, the combination of that and Ashley's attentions seemed too much for her,
and she pushed me away.
"Fuck her. I want you to fuck her while she's eating me."
I moved out from in front of them, and Marianne braced herself on the headboard.
I crawled between Ashley's legs, and she spread herself open for me. I
positioned my thick erection between her ginger-furred pussy lips and pushed
forward. Ashley grunted as I moved into her, reaching down and groping at my
arm.
I noticed Marianne watching me over her shoulder as I thrust into her friend.
She tried to twist around to get a better look. Ashley realized what she was
doing and pushed her off.
"Turn around and face him. I can still eat you that way."
Marianne complied in a second, reversing herself and leaning forward to grab my
shoulders. We held each other as I fucked Ashley and Ashley ate Marianne. I
used one hand to brace myself and the other to play with Marianne's pendulous
breasts.
Ashley's pussy was as tight as Marianne's and the long wait while I watched the
two of them fucking each other was enough to weaken my control. Marianne sensed
the impending crisis and held my head against her shoulder. She bent her head
around to lick my ear and whisper obscenities to me.
"Fuck her. I want to watch you coming in her. I want to feel it."
I felt her hand come up and begin tweaking my nipple. I groaned, fucking Ashley
harder, pumping myself into her. Whatever I was doing for her, Ashley did not
let up with her attentions to Marianne. My blonde cheerleading fuck-toy was on
the verge of orgasm herself, biting at my earlobe as she continued to pour a
stream of perverse filth into my ears.
But Ashley somehow came first. She let out a shriek, bucking herself at my
hips, and a moment later I was pouring myself into her, filling her belly with
long shots of cum. Marianne joined us instantly, shuddering in my arms and
biting my ear painfully. The three of us moaned and quivered and climaxed
together for several seconds before collapsing into a sweaty heap on the bed.
The girls squirmed around until one was on either side of me. Marianne sat up
and bent to inspect my deflating cock. She gave it a few licks and then took it
in her mouth, sucking off mine and Ashley's orgasmic fluids. I let her do it,
though I had to grab her head to keep her from moving too fast.
Ashley rolled over and put her head on my chest.
"That was pretty hot."
"No shit."
She looked down and watched her friend sucking my cock.
"I swear, Marianne is the horniest chick I know."
"I've noticed."
"Want to hear a nasty story?"
"Go ahead."
"I was there when she lost it. And guess who it was with?"
"Who?"
"My brother. They did it in our attic while I was sitting there watching."
Marianne looked up at me, smiling around my cock, but continued working.
"You watched your brother have sex?"
"Yeah, I know, that was pretty perverted, but I was really more interested in
watching Marianne. I was still trying to decide if I was bi back then."
"How did it happen?"
"In the summer, two years ago. My brother is a couple of years older than me.
Marianne got this huge crush on him, so we were pretty much following him around
and bugging him for about a month. My brother is kind of dense, but eventually
he figured out what she wanted. That was the year she got her tits, and I don't
think he really noticed her until then. So they started making out in the attic
together. I was there the first time, and I didn't want to leave. So after
that, I just stayed there watching when they started fooling around."
My dick had returned to full erection, and Marianne was now sucking eagerly away
on it, playing with my balls with her free hand. Ashley slid down a little and
licked at my nipple, rubbing the stud in her tongue over me a few times.
"And he fucked her?"
"After about a month. Before then he was pretty much just playing with her
tits. I swear, he would pull her top off and suck on her nipples for like half
an hour sometimes. I don't think he even knew he was getting her off doing it,
but I could tell. One day, he just tried to take her shorts off, and she let
him. He pulled his dick out a minute later, and then they started fucking. Of
course, it only lasted about ten seconds."
Marianne lifted off my dick.
"It was the worst fuck I ever I had. It just took me a while to figure that
out."
She stroked my hand with her tight fist as she looked up at us.
"I want you to fuck Ashley in the butt."
Ashley's eyebrows shot up, and she glanced at me, then Marianne, in shock.
"Come on, I told you about it. It doesn't hurt that bad."
"I don't know."
"What if I ate you while he was fucking you?"
A twinkle of interest grew in Ashley's eyes.
"Just try it."
"Um. Okay."
"Phat." She jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom to get the massage oil.
She returned a moment later and commenced lubricated my erection. Then she had
Ashley get on her hands and knees and used her index finger to lube up Ashley's
butt.
Marianne lay on her back and wriggled up between Ashley's thighs.
"Damn it. I can't see anything this way. Let's try it the other direction."
Ashley rolled over, and Marianne reversed herself until they were in a sixty-
nine position. Marianne looked up at me, grinning, I moved forward and guided
my cock into Ashley's ass. Ashley had as tight and toned a butt as Marianne
did, even if she was a bit skinnier. Her pubes in back were almost orange, a
light fringe around her anus. I positioned the head of my cock and slid into
her.
Ashley groaned, shuddering, but pushed back at me. I could see Marianne
beginning to lick up at her I as fucked her. Ashley threw her long red hair
back over her shoulders, arching her back and spreading her cheeks to open
herself further as I bottomed out. Marianne's hands came up to grip Ashley's
ass, and Ashley reached out to brace herself on the headboard.
"Fuck! Fuck!"
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes. But it feels incredible."
Marianne was licking eagerly away now, and I slid easily in and out of Ashley's
bowels. Her sphincter was a tight pinching ring around my cock, and her hard
buttocks dug into my hips with each thrust. I looked down to see Marianne
fucking Ashley with two fingers as I thrust at her, and Ashley began letting out
anguished whimpers with each breath.
We had been working on her for only a minute or two before Ashley thrashed in
orgasm, battering herself back at me. I sped my thrusts, and Marianne continued
eating her without letup. Ashley suddenly let go of the headboard and bent down
to lick at Marianne below her. Marianne let out a gasp, momentarily losing her
rhythm, but the two girls were soon eating each other frantically as I continued
to plumb Ashley's butt.
Ashley came again a minute later, followed by Marianne, who gripped my legs
tightly, and as Ashley's sphincter bit down painfully on my cock, I finally
unloaded my cum deep into her bowels.
The girls recovered before I did and commenced cleaning themselves, and me, up.
We dressed and returned to the first floor, where I paid them. I saw Marianne's
eyes lighting up when she felt the credit card inside the envelope, but she said
nothing. Then they kissed me goodbye and left.
About five minutes later, my doorbell rang again. It was Marianne, alone, and
she slid her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply for a few seconds and
pressing her big tits against my chest.
"You are *so* cool. You are the coolest guy on the planet."
I saw the credit card in her hand, and she waved it around a little.
"I promise I won't go crazy with this. At least not too much."
"You've earned it."
"Thanks. If you've got anything left, I'd like to show you how much I
appreciate this."
I laughed weakly.
"Tomorrow."
She grinned.
"First thing. Expect it."
She gave me a final wink and a kiss, and left.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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As she had promised, Marianne appeared at eight the next morning on her way to
school and gave me a quick blow job before I left for work. I was a little
concerned at the neighbors noticing her daylight arrival and departure, but if
anyone did, I couldn't tell.
That night, she called to tell me that her friend Giselle, the virgin, had
agreed to sell her virginity to me for a thousand bucks provided Marianne came
with her to "chaperone" the event.
"Is this going to be another three-way?" I asked her.
"I doubt it." She giggled over the line. "But do you want it that way?"
"We'll see. Don't force anything."
"This is going to be so hot. I can't wait."
"You're going to watch?"
"Giselle insisted. She's pretty nervous about this. But I would have wanted to
anyway."
"When?"
"Tomorrow night. But could I ask you a favor?"
"Shoot."
"Could you get us some bud? I think it would help loosen her up."
I laughed.
"I don't think I've smoked pot since I was your age. But I'll see what I can
do."
"Thanks. I've got a bong, but the guy we used to buy from got busted, and I'm
not sure where to go now."
I told her not to worry about it, that I knew some people I could talk to. I
knew my cousin still smoked a bowl now and then, and when I called him the next
day, he agreed to set me up with an ounce of prime Thai weed. I picked it up on
the way home from work that afternoon and went back to set things up for the
girls that night.
Marianne and Giselle showed up at eight. Giselle was quite a bit taller than
Marianne, about five-ten, willowy, with a long mane of tawny brown hair. As
Marianne had described, she had a vaguely European- model look to her face, with
deep green eyes. I shook her hand, which was long-boned and fragile. She met
my gaze only briefly before looking down.
Marianne got two beers out of the refrigerator and gave one to Giselle.
"Did you get the dope?"
"Yep."
"Phat. Where is it?"
I dug it out of my briefcase and handed it to her. Marianne opened the baggy
and sniffed.
"Mmm. This is good stuff."
She pulled her bong out of her purse and went to the sink to fill it up. I
glanced at Giselle, who hadn't said a word since we arrived.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded but said nothing. I watched as Marianne prepared the bong, packing a
tight bowl and lighting it up. She took a long drag and handed it to Giselle.
I expected Giselle to display some nervousness about this, but instead she took
the bong without pausing and proceeded to inhale the rest of the load. Marianne
grinned slightly as my eyebrows rose. She suppressed a cough and then exhaled.
"Giselle's not such a good girl, even if she is a virgin."
Giselle smiled at me for the first time, still holding onto her drag. Her
eyelids drooped a little, and she finally exhaled. Marianne packed another load
for me, then took a swig of her beer.
I hadn't used one of these things since college, but they hadn't appeared to
have changed much since then. I took a slow drag and immediately coughed most
of it out. Marianne rubbed my back.
"Are you all right?"
"It's just been a while. Give me a minute."
I gave it another try and then handed the bong to Marianne. She took a drag and
gave it to Giselle, who finished it off again.
Marianne gulped down a few more swallows of beer, then noticed the envelope on
the counter. She picked it up and peeked inside.
"Is this for us?"
I nodded. She handed it to Giselle, who slipped into her purse without opening
it.
"Thanks."
"No problem," I said.
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me, okay? I was kind of thinking
about something like this anyway, losing it to an older guy instead of somebody
my age. But this money could make the difference between going to college next
year and working at McDonald's."
"I understand. Don't worry about it. You can consider it a contribution to
your college fund if you want."
She nodded, and I noticed Marianne grinning at both of us. I reached out and
ran my fingers through her hair, and she leaned against me, still smiling.
In a few minutes, the three of us were thoroughly ripped. I sat down in the
den, and Marianne lay across my lap and put my hand on her tits. She was
wearing another short baby-tee to showcase her chest, and I played idly with her
nipples as Giselle watched us from the other end of the couch. Marianne stroked
Giselle's smooth thigh with her toes, which I noticed were adorned with a couple
of silver rings.
Giselle suddenly sat up and pulled her top over her head. She had been wearing
a black spaghetti-strap bra top, and she proved to have nothing under it. She
crawled up next to me and leaned in to kiss me.
I slipped my tongue in her mouth as her arms slid around my neck. I reached up
to feel her hard little tits, and a moment later I felt Marianne reaching up to
tweak one of Giselle's nipples. But after a few moments, Marianne moved out of
the way to let Giselle straddle me. She sat next to us and just watched.
Giselle just kissed me and let me play with her. When I had my fill of her tits
(I was too enamoured of Marianne's ample endowments to be much satisfied with
Giselle's little boobs, however nicely shaped they might have been), I moved
down to caress her long legs. I stroked her thighs for a minute before reaching
under her skirt. I slid my fingers up to her butt, and thereupon discovered
that she had no panties on either.
She pulled back from kissing me and bit my lip gently.
"I never wear panties."
"Even during games? When you're doing cheers?"
She smiled.
"Well, except for then."
"I dare you to go commando at the game next weekend," Marianne said.
Giselle licked her lips and looked at her friend for a second or two.
"I will if you will."
Marianne stroked my leg with her toes.
"Only if Steve comes to watch us."
They both looked at me expectantly.
"You're talking about cheerleading with nothing on under your skirts?"
Marianne grinned at me.
"Uh-huh."
"That's something I'd sure like to see."
"Then we'll do it. Maybe I can talk the rest of them into doing it too."
"There's no way in hell Melinda or Anne will do something like that," Giselle
said.
Marianne grinned evilly.
"I bet I can find a way to convince them."
"How many girls are on the squad?"
"Eight. You've met, and fucked, about half of us now. I'm going to do my best
to get the rest of them over here."
Before I could digest this information, Giselle went back to kissing me, and I
decided the issue could wait until later. I pushed her skirt up to her waist,
rendering her effectively nude. Marianne leaned over to help her out of it,
leaving me with a naked virgin on my lap.
I had a good buzz going, so I was content to just play with her and explore for
a while. Though Giselle was on the thin side, like Marianne she was tight and
toned from all their cheerleading. She made me suck on her nipples for a few
minutes, then went back to kissing me.
As Giselle sucked on my tongue, I explored between her neatly trimmed labes.
She was almost dripping into my lap, and when I slipped the tip of my finger
into her, I discovered that her cherry was indeed still intact. I probed gently
against it, causing Giselle to squirm in my grip.
"Do you think it will hurt?"
"Not too much."
I withdrew my finger and rubbed the edge of it against her clit. She responded
by kissing me even more vigorously, arms tight around my head. I diddled her
like that for a few minutes, and she soon had my face pressed against her
shoulder as she gasped and whimpered. All of a sudden, her hands clamped down
on my shoulders. She let out a soft cry and shook in orgasm, squirting even
more wetness into my hand. I kept playing with her, and she came again after
another minute or so. Then she pushed herself back, pressing her forehead, damp
with sweat, against my face.
"I'm ready," she gasped. "I want you to fuck me."
"Okay. But not here."
I stood up, still holding her in my arms, and carried her to the bedroom.
Marianne followed, loosing her clothes in the process. I laid Giselle on the
bed, stripped out of my clothes myself, and lay down next to her. Marianne lay
down on the other side of her to watch.
I kissed and caressed Giselle for about a minute as she tentatively explored my
erection with her hand. Then she rolled on her back, pulling at me, and I
climbed between her thighs. Marianne sat up, peering in to get a good look at
what I was about to do.
Giselle lay perfectly still, legs spread, as I aimed myself into her. I poked
the head of my cock between her lips, meeting her hymen and pushing gently
against it. It resisted for longer than I expected (but then, it must have been
tougher than usual to survive routine splits and all that jumping around), but
then I broke through it a second later. Giselle squeaked and dug her nails into
my waist as I slipped into her.
"Okay?"
She nodded, eyes closed.
"I saw it pop," Marianne said, grinning at me.
Giselle tried to spread herself wider as I moved in, but even then, this was
tightest pussy I had ever fucked. It almost hurt, and I was secretly glad that
Marianne had not warmed me up with oral sex as she usually did, because I would
have probably come immediately. Both of us moaned as I bottomed out, and
Giselle embraced me tightly.
"Make me come," she whispered into my ear. "Will you make me come?"
I tried to nod, and withdrew slowly. I had to concentrate on what I was doing,
because her pussy was so delicious that I didn't think this would last too long.
I took it easily at first, and the crisis soon appeared to pass. I had enough
experience at my age to recognize her triggers and movements, and I stayed
deeply inside her, grinding myself against her clit. She writhed under me,
moaning, arms and legs sliding up and down my body. I glanced over at Marianne,
who was watching us eagerly. She reached out and caressed my butt briefly.
I turned back to Giselle and increased the tempo, watching the flush of
impending orgasm spread across her chest. Her nipples stood straight out from
her breasts like little fence posts, and I bent to nibble on them as I fucked
her. She started to whimper, rolling her hips faster and faster under me,
urging me on.
I pumped her vise-like teen twat in a steady rhythm, and a few seconds later,
her back arched, she spiked herself up at me, and she let out a shriek as she
came. Her cunt bit down on my cock so hard that spots appeared before my eyes.
She appeared locked in the grip of a massive seizure, and my control evaporated.
I pounded her madly, barely able to move in her tight grip, and as another
orgasm wracked her body, I drove in as far as I could go and came like a fire
hose.
We continued grunting and thrusting at each other for a good minute before I
fell back onto her. I rolled off as soon as I was able so as not to suffocate
her. She lay where I left her, still gasping for breath. Marianne snuggled
against me, putting her head on my chest.
"I hope you have some left for me."
"Give me a few minutes," I gasped.
As I expected, her head drifted down my abdomen, and she was soon sucking my
cock, damp with Giselle's spendings and virginal blood. I was still buzzed from
the pot we'd smoked earlier, so I closed my eyes and just wallowed in the
sensations. I didn't move until I felt Giselle trying to move under my arm a
minute or two later. I let her, and she pressed closely against me, nuzzling my
neck.
"You fuck like a god," she moaned softly.
I didn't know what to say to that, so I just held her. She kissed my neck a few
times.
"Do you want some more weed?"
"Help yourself."
She climbed out of bed and went downstairs, still naked. She returned a minute
later with the bong and the bag of marijuana. I watched her lithe, lanky frame
moving gracefully across the room, deciding that she was certainly very hot in
her own way, even if I preferred Marianne. Giselle sat cross-legged on the bed
next to us and packed another load, watching as Marianne continued to suck on my
aching erection.
Giselle took a drag and handed me the bong. I took a hit, holding it in more
easily this time, and held it out to Marianne. She finished the load, and then
took me back in her mouth without exhaling. She held me between her lips, and I
could feel the acrid smoke biting at the head of my cock. Marianne let it drift
out the corners of her mouth, and I watched it curling around her face and my
balls.
I closed my eyes again and lay back, letting Marianne and the dope do their
work. I reached out to Giselle, caressing her thighs. She squeezed my hand
once but remained still.
Marianne finally relented with the blow job and climbed up to straddle me. I
felt her take my cock in her hand, and a moment later, I was sinking into her
tight, wet pussy.
I let her ride me as she wanted to, and she bounced herself to couple of orgasms
within a few minutes. Then she stretched herself out on top of me, and I felt
her lips pressing against mine. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I
returned the kiss.
"Not passing out on me, are you?"
"No. I'm just lying here enjoying this."
I opened my eyes, looking up at her. Her long blonde hair had fallen down
around our faces in a shroud. I kissed her nose and stared into her blue eyes.
"Where should I come?"
"In me," she whispered. "I went and got one of those shots. I'm safe for a few
months."
"Mmm."
I had a sudden idea.
"Can you do the splits?"
Her eyebrows creased in amusement.
"Sure. Why?"
"Think you could do them now?"
"On you? While we're fucking?"
"Think you can?"
She laughed.
"I'll try."
She sat back, and Giselle moved out of the way. Marianne stood up on the bed
above me, leaning forward to balance herself on the headboard. Then she dropped
slowly down, spreading her legs straight out. I held my erection up, and she
worked herself awkwardly down onto me again.
She giggled.
"This feels *so* weird."
"You should see how it looks," Giselle said.
Even though she was stretched completely open, she was still quite tight around
me. I held her hips and helped her move back and forth. She got into a rhythm
fairly quickly, rolling her hips up and down.
"Do you like it? Does it feel different?"
I nodded, needing to come after being up for so long. Marianne rocked herself
eagerly above me, and I held her little cheerleader butt in my hands. In a
minute or two, she brought me to the brink, and I squirted off in her tight teen
twat.
We smoked another bong load after that to unwind, and the girls left about ten.
I lay in bed savoring the buzz and wondering what Marianne was going to do for
me next.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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Marianne had been coming over to my place just about every afternoon, so I
finally gave her a key so she could let herself in after school. Thursday
afternoon, I came home to find her sunning herself by the pool wearing nothing
but a dental floss thong. Her top was on the cement beside her, and her bong
sat next to a beer on the table by her sun bed. She lay on her back, her big
tits growing red in the sun.
She smiled as I approached, and I bent to kiss her, tasting the pot on her
breath.
"Hi, babe."
"Hey. Not getting cold out here?"
"No, it's nice. Why don't you come out?"
I went inside and changed into swim trunks. Marianne was where I had left her,
and I pulled a sun bed up beside her. She sat up and began packing another bong
load, which she lit and handed to me. I took a brief hit and gave it back to
her.
"I feel like I'm in college again."
"Did you smoke a lot of pot back then?"
"Some. Not that much. It's just this combination of dope and non-stop sex that
makes me feel that way."
She giggled, already buzzed.
"Not complaining, are you?"
"Nope. Just an observation."
"I think Giselle wants to come back over. Ashley, too."
"Giselle isn't expecting another thousand bucks, is she?"
"No, she understands. I really think she's more interested in the sex anyway.
Was she a good fuck?"
"For a virgin, yeah."
Marianne took a swig of her beer and lay back on the sun bed.
"I was thinking."
"About what?"
"I've got another virgin for you, if you want her. But this might not be your
thing."
"Another cheerleader?"
"Well yes, she is. But not on my squad."
"Who is she?"
She grinned at me nervously.
"My sister."
My eyebrows went up.
"Your sister?"
"Yeah. She's, um, she's fifteen, but she's definitely blooming early. I
probably catch her jerking off about once a week. I think she's going to lose
it one way or another pretty soon anyway, so why not with you?"
"And she's a cheerleader?"
"On the J.V. squad."
I thought about it for a moment.
"What's she like?"
"A lot like me. Blonde, big boobs, and all. She's not as big as me yet, but I
think she'll get there eventually. She can be kind of bratty sometimes, but
she's not bad once you get to know her."
"I'll think about it. What would you tell her about the money?"
She pursed her lips.
"Hmm. I suppose I could just tell her you were helping me out with college or
something, and I would be sharing it with her."
"You know, I've never stopped to wonder what your folks are thinking about all
this."
Marianne shrugged.
"I'm in and out of the house all the time anyway. I think they just assume I'm
going over to one of my friends."
She rolled on her side, smiling at me, and I watched as her big tits hung down
on top of each other. I reached out and tweaked a nipple gently. Her eyelids
drooped, and I could tell she was getting seriously ripped.
"What?"
"Wanna fuck?"
"Out here?"
"Why not? Nobody to see us."
I crawled over on top of her, and she took my waist in her hands. I bent to
kiss her deeply, and she immediately began digging into my swim trunks. She
found my cock and commenced stroking it.
I slid down, kissing and sucking on her neck. She tasted of sweat and pot and
suntan oil, and she cradled my head in her hands as I reached her breasts. I
sucked on her nipples alternately, slapping those big mounds of flesh around,
feeling the weight. She giggled as I did it, then reached down to slide off her
thong. I moved further down, dragging my tongue across her abdomen, until I was
down between her thighs with my face in her blonde pussy.
She laid her legs over my shoulder as I began to eat her, digging her nails in
to my hair. I lapped at her rapidly, drinking up her musky scent. She groaned
when I stuck my tongue inside her, wiggling it around. I fucked her with it,
using a free hand to diddle her clit.
She pushed me off before I brought her to orgasm.
"Come on. Come here."
She pulled me to her, jerking down my shorts to free my erection. It
disappeared into her mouth in an instant, and I held her head as she bobbed up
and down rapidly. She gripped my butt cheeks in her hands, urging me to fuck
her mouth. I thrust at her, sliding back and forth between her lips as she
massaged me with her tongue. Then she withdrew, stroking me eagerly with her
hand.
"Are you ready? Do you want to fuck me?"
"God, yes."
"Come on, then."
She lay back on the sunbed, and as I lowered myself on to her, she pulled up her
legs to her shoulders, almost folding herself in half.
"Like this. Make me do the splits on you again."
She was ready enough and oily enough from the suntan oil that I slipped into her
almost before I knew it. She groaned, pulling me closer, and I buried myself
into her tight teenage pussy. I had to hold her butt in my hands to keep this
position stable, and I felt all her firm cheerleading muscles pressed against my
chest.
She couldn't move much like this, so I began pumping her eagerly, bottoming out
each time. She grunted with each thrust, teeth grinding against each other.
"Come on. Fuck me! Harder!"
I tried to oblige, almost pounding her ass now, and she began to shudder and
thrash under me. She came with a shriek, arms and legs flailing around me, but
I didn't slow down. I closed my eyes, thinking only of that wet teen twat
gripping my cock with each thrust. Marianne came again, and her legs slipped
free from my shoulders. She somehow kept herself spread widely for me, and I
drove myself into her in a frenzy. Finally, as my thrusts knocked the rear legs
of her sun bed back into the grass of my lawn, I erupted inside her, convulsing
with each shot of cum. Marianne collapsed onto the sun bed under us, and I fell
onto her firm teenage body.
"Fuck. Fuck," she gasped.
"Yeah."
She giggled.
"That hurt."
"Sorry."
She put her arms around me.
"It's okay. I love it."
I climbed off of her after a minute and jumped into the pool to cool off.
Marianne followed me a moment later, and swam up to where I was leaning against
the side wall. She put her arms around my waist and pressed her tits against my
chest. I bent down and kissed her.
"Steve?"
"Hmm."
"I know we've never really talked about this... but what exactly do we have
here? It's not just sex, is it?"
"It's not to me."
"Okay. I mean, I feel a little weird calling you my boyfriend, but I guess you
kind of are. Right?"
"Yes. I've certainly been thinking of you as my girlfriend these last couple of
weeks."
"Even with all the money?"
"I'm paying these other girls for sex. With you, I'm just doing it because I
like you."
She smiled and pressed closer to me.
"I like you, too."
"But you don't care about my screwing your friends?"
"No. I know that's weird, but I don't. I guess it's just more fun to share."
"Yeah."
"So, anyway. About my sister. Are you interested?"
"I'll think about it."
"Okay. I'll see what I can do to warm her up to it. Just let me know."
She lifted up on her toes to kiss me again.
"Let's go inside."
We climbed out of the pool and dried off, then went up to the bedroom. I lay
down and Marianne lay beside me, putting her arm on my chest and setting her
chin on top of it. We lay together quietly, holding each other, for about ten
minutes before Marianne began snuggling and kissing me again.
After a minute or two, she rose up on my chest and pushed her breasts into my
face. I pulled a nipple into my mouth and sucked on it gently, stroking the end
with my tongue. When it was suitably stiff and erect, Marianne replaced it with
her other tit, to which I gave equal attention.
She came up on her hands and knees above me, and swung her breasts back and
forth over my mouth until both nipples were red and swollen. Then she was
climbing up further and presenting her blonde pussy to my mouth.
I licked her eagerly, lapping up her sweet fluids. She was still wet from the
pool, and I could taste the chlorine in her pubes.
"Steve," she moaned.
"Hmm?"
"Would you ever want me to shave?"
I had to push her off my tongue to answer her.
"No. Keep it like this. Blonde pussies should never be shaved."
She giggled, settling back down on my mouth. I took her firm butt in my hands
and pulled her closer, holding her tight against my tongue. She rolled her hips
back and forth slowly as I ate her, and I moved the tip of my tongue around and
around her clit for several minutes. Her abdomen began to heave and twitch as
she braced herself against the wall.
Soft whimpers escaped her lips as she neared orgasm. I sped my attack, keeping
her close to my mouth. A deep, convulsive shiver began in her stomach, and a
moment later she was thrashing violently against my grip as she came. I held on
to her, continuing to pummel her clit with my tongue, until she let out a shriek
and threw herself to the side.
She lay there, shaking and gasping for breath, for at least a minute. Then she
slid across my body and took my cock in her mouth. She licked and sucked easily
for a minute or two. When I was erect again, she withdrew, stroking it with her
hand.
"I thought guys liked shaved pussies."
"On some women, it looks good. But as far as I'm concerned, there are too few
blonde and red-haired pussies in the world to shave any of them."
That remark sent Marianne into hysterical convulsions of laughter, and it was a
minute or two before she could recover enough to respond.
"Do you know how stupid that sounds? What difference does it make what color my
pubic hair is?"
"I don't know. It just does."
She giggled again.
"Well, I'm glad you like it then."
She went back to sucking me off, and though she got me to come in her mouth a
few minutes later, she continued giggling throughout the entire effort.
CHAPTER NINE
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Marianne called me at work just before four o'clock the next day.
"You are not going to believe this."
"What's up?"
"I told you how horny my sister is, right? I did get that across to you clearly
enough?"
"Yeah."
"Well, as it turns out, she didn't need any warming up to the idea. She jumped
at it before I even finished my explanation."
I heard something moving around in the background and Marianne covering the
mouthpiece with her hand. I thought I could hear her saying something like
"Jeez, chill a second, will you?" Then she came back on the line.
"Sorry."
"Is she there?"
"Yes. She's sitting right next to me. She made me call you. She wants to do
this like two hours ago."
"This afternoon?"
"Yeah. Is that a problem? We could just meet you at your place when you get
home."
"Could you get rid of her a second?"
"Yeah, sure, hold on."
I heard the two of them arguing in the background, and Marianne came back a few
seconds later.
"Okay, she's gone."
"What exactly did you tell her?"
She laughed.
"Hardly anything. I got her started talking about sex and what she was thinking
about when she would lose it, and she's like 'I want it so bad,' and all except
there isn't anybody she wants to do it with that she's really friends with. She
knows about you, sort of, that I broke up with Randy and that we're seeing each
other. She doesn't know about any of the rest of it.
"Anyway, she just goes, 'You're so fucking lucky,' and I say, 'I bet Steve would
do it with you if you wanted.' I expected her to freak, you know, and I had this
long speech prepared about how we have a really understanding relationship and I
wouldn't mind since it was her, but instead she just grabs my arm really hard
and goes, 'Really?!' Then she made me call you so we could do it now."
"What is she expecting?"
She laughed again.
"What do you think? She wants you to fuck her brains out."
I had to laugh myself.
"Okay. I should be home around six."
"Cool. We'll be waiting."
I picked up a six-pack of beer on the way home and returned to find the two of
them sharing a bong load by the pool. Both were in bathing suits, Marianne in
her dental floss bikini and her sister in something only slightly more modest.
Marianne got up and gave me a kiss.
"This is Hayley."
"Hi."
She got up, smiling at me eagerly, and shook my hand. Hayley resembled her
sister quite a bit, though she was shorter and younger-looking. Her blonde hair
was not as long as Marianne's, and her tits, though entirely delicious, were at
best about to leave the C-cup world behind.
"You've got a really nice place."
"Thanks."
"Can we go do it now?"
Marianne and I both burst out laughing.
"Let me unwind a little." Hayley had a hurt look in her eyes, so I rubbed her
head affectionately. "Just be patient."
"Okay. Sorry. I'm just really excited about this."
Marianne reached for the bong and handed it to her.
"Have another hit. Relax already."
I went upstairs to change out of my suit, and I came back down to find the two
of them sitting in the kitchen in the barstools along the counter. I opened a
beer for myself and spent a moment admiring these two gorgeous bikini-clad
blondes. Hayley, being fifteen, was more cute than beautiful, but she was still
very attractive. Marianne finished packing a load into her bong, then lit up
and handed it over. I took a drag, and Hayley took it from me. She appeared to
be getting quite a buzz already.
She giggled.
"This is only making me hornier."
Marianne slid off her barstool.
"Let's go upstairs."
The three of us went up to the bedroom, and I watched as the two girls slipped
out of their bikinis. Hayley's blonde twat was trimmed like Marianne's, but her
breasts were not as round and full. If anything, they appeared even firmer than
her sister's were, and her nipples stood out like cherries on an ice cream
sundae.
She walked up to me, a glint of nervousness in her eyes. I put one hand on her
shoulder and brushed the other one through her hair. She bent her head back,
waiting for me to kiss her. I did, slowly, and she leaned against me. I felt
the sharp points of her breasts pressing against my chest. Her arms went around
my neck, and I reached up to fondle her.
Like Marianne's, Hayley's tits were firm and springy, holding their shape no
matter how much I played with them. She began to giggle when I tweaked her
nipples, twisting them between thumb and forefinger, but let me do it.
I looked up to see Marianne on the bed, watching us. Hayley turned around to
grin at her sister, then dropped to her knees in front of me. Marianne smiled
at me evilly as Hayley kissed the head of my cock.
"I told her about everything you like."
I was about to answer her, but at that point Hayley took most of my cock into
her mouth. Her nervousness seemed to have evaporated, and she bobbed eagerly on
my dick. I held her head in my hands, marveling at how much she felt like
Marianne. She kept it up, sucking and massaging me with her tongue, until I had
to pull her off.
She stood up and went straight to the bed, lying down to wait for me. Marianne
lay there with an amused grin on her face.
I crawled on top of Hayley, kissing her deeply. She put her arms around me and
pressed her hard teenage body against mine. The firm pressure of her breasts
reminded me of those luscious endowments, and I slid down to take a nipple in my
mouth. She started giggling again as I sucked back and forth on her wonderful
tits. I felt between her legs, finding her quite wet and ready. I found her
virginity a moment later, and she squirmed under me as I tweaked her clit.
Wanting to warm her up as much as possible, I descended further and began
licking her cute little blonde pussy. She hadn't been kidding about being
turned on, and she was coming within a minute. Unlike her sister, she didn't
make much noise--she just squeezed my hands and shivered as she came. Only at
the end, when the intensity of it forced her to push me away, did she let out a
tiny squeak.
I looked up to see Marianne caressing Hayley's face and smiling at me.
"What are we going to use? I still don't have any rubbers."
"She's on the pill. She has been for six months."
"And you're not?"
"They were weirding me out. I went off it last year."
Hayley reached for me, pulling me back up on top of her. She kissed me deeply,
spreading her legs as I maneuvered into position. As wet as she was, I slipped
between her lips very easily, and as soon as I met her hymen, it surrendered to
my invasion. She moaned, arching her back, as I moved into her. She was as
tight as Giselle had been, a hot fleshy fist around my cock, and she writhed
against me like a cat. At Marianne's direction, she pulled up her legs to my
side, allowing me to bottom out and press against her cervix. She whimpered and
dug her nails into my back.
Marianne giggled.
"Pretty nice, huh?"
Hayley nodded, holding me tightly, and I began to move slowly within her. She
matched my movements, rolling her hips with each of my thrusts. I lifted up
from her chest, regarding her luscious little fifteen-year-old body. Her tits
stuck straight up at me, and I couldn't resist bending down to suck on them as I
fucked her. Between that and grinding myself expertly against her clit, I had
her in orgasm within a minute or two. Again, she made scarcely a sound, only
quaking and shivering under me and squeezing my cock tightly with her teenage
cunt.
I withdrew and rolled her on her stomach, stabbing between her hard cheerleader
buttocks from behind. She moaned into the pillow, butting herself eagerly back
at me. I reached under her to grip her tits with one hand and her wet blonde
twat with the other. I felt myself as I fucked her, fitting my fingers around
her lips and clit. I rubbed her briskly as I thrust into her, and she was
shuddering in orgasm again within a minute or two.
I let her rest, and she rolled on her back again, opening herself to me. I
slipped back into her tight pussy, and she bent up to bite at my ear.
"Come in me now, you can come in me now."
I sped my thrusts, making her whimper and clutch at me. I glanced at Marianne
again, seeing her lying there smiling at us. Hayley held tightly on to me as I
fucked her rapidly, and as I felt my cum finally beginning to rise, she shivered
into a third climax. The spasms of her delicious teen pussy were enough to get
me off, and I spurted my cum as deeply into her as I could get.
I rolled off her, next to Marianne, and tried to catch my breath. Marianne sat
up to look at us, grinning.
"That was pretty hot."
I nodded. I expected Marianne to begin her usual post- fuck blow job routine,
and she did not disappoint. She sucked my cum and her sister's spendings off
me, and soon had me erect again. Hayley rolled onto my shoulder to watch, and I
ran my fingers through her hair. She snuggled against me, making contended
little noises.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"That was really good. I hope I was okay."
"You were great."
Marianne rose up from my erection, stroking it rapidly with her fist.
"Your turn?" I asked.
"No. I want you to fuck her again."
Hayley sat up, brushing her hair around her head.
"I'd like to do it again, but could we maybe try something different?"
"Like what?" Marianne asked.
"I don't know. What do you guys like to do?"
Marianne grinned.
"He fucks me in the ass sometimes."
Hayley's eyes swelled.
"No shit? Doesn't that hurt?"
"It does, but it feels good, too. Wanna try it?"
Hayley looked at me with concern.
"Um."
I caressed her back.
"We can do something else."
"He likes bj's," Marianne said. "You could do that if you want."
That seemed to pique her interest.
"Okay."
Hayley lay down beside me, opposite her sister.
"Just do it like I showed you. It's not that hard."
Marianne withdrew a little, and Hayley took her place. She took me into her
mouth and began to bob slowly. Marianne kept her hand on the base of my cock,
stroking the shaft as Hayley sucked. They worked on me together for a few
minutes, Hayley milking the head with her lips and tongue, Marianne stroking the
rest with her fist. I played with both of them, caressing buttocks and breasts
gently, watching these two blonde sisters trying to get me off. A few more
minutes of eager sucking were enough to bring me to the brink.
Marianne knew me well enough to recognize what was about to happen.
"He's about to come. Get ready."
I felt Hayley tensing up beside me, but she moved her mouth even faster over my
erection. Although she kept her lip-lock on my dick as I began to climax, she
let out a startled squeak at the first shot of come. Marianne used her fist to
pump it all into her sister's mouth, and Hayley began gulping it down. When
Marianne was satisfied that I was done about a minute later, she sat up. Hayley
let go and sat up with her.
"How was that? Did I do it okay?"
I nodded, reaching for her and rubbing her thigh. She grinned proudly.
We returned to the backyard a bit later, sharing another bong load and cooling
off in the pool. I expected Marianne to want some attention after letting her
sister go at me twice, and sure enough, she did. She summoned another erection
with her mouth, and we did it in the jacuzzi with Hayley watching raptly beside
us. The girls finally went home around eight.
CHAPTER TEN
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When I got home on Monday, I came into the house from the garage to hear
something strange: cheesy mood music coming from the stereo, overlaid with
moaning and grunting. I entered the den to find Marianne watching a porn flick
she had apparently found in the TV cabinet. She rolled her head back on the
couch as I came in, grinning at me. She was down to T-shirt and panties, and
her right hand was inside her drawers. On the screen, two blonde sluts were
attempting to screw Peter North to death.
"Hi."
"What are you doing, kitten?"
"What does it look like?"
"Have I missed anything?"
"No. I was just warming myself up for you."
I bent down to kiss her, and she put her arm around my neck, sucking on my
tongue. Her other hand came out of her panties to grope at mine, trying to get
me to finish the job.
I broke the kiss, laughing.
"Whoa, girl."
"Come on, I'm horny."
"I just got home."
She rolled over and came up on her knees to face me. She was so gorgeous
sitting there looking up at me--big tits and hard nipples straining at her top,
long blonde hair all tousled around her head, big blue eyes demanding immediate
attention, and the smell of sex wafting up from her damp panties--that I almost
gave in and grabbed her then and there. But I suddenly wanted to wait.
"Babe, are you familiar with the concept of delayed gratification?"
She pouted.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not complaining about all this attention, I'd just like to take you on a
normal date for once."
"On a Monday?"
"Why not?"
She perked up at this idea.
"Where?"
"Wherever you want. Dinner. I'm not in the mood to cook anyway."
She hopped off the couch and got to her feet. She put her arms around my waist
and pressed her firm teenage body against me.
"Sure you don't want dessert first?"
"Afterward."
"Okay. Should I change clothes?"
"If you feel like it. Nothing fancy."
She lifted up on her toes and kissed me.
"Give me a few minutes. I'll be right back."
She ran out the front door and I went upstairs to change into something more
casual. Marianne returned about fifteen minutes later, having changed into a
strapless yellow sundress.
"Is this okay?"
"Beautiful."
It was still early, so the sun was only just now setting. We climbed into my
230K convertible and drove down out of the hills toward the beach. Marianne
just stretched out in her seat, letting her long hair flutter around her. She
smiled at me, that smile speaking volumes. I looked at her beside me, sun going
down behind her, and I suddenly thought of something that hadn't really occurred
to me before now.
What else did I really want in a woman?
She was bright, sexy, personable, and clearly crazy about me, whatever reasons
she might have for being attracted to someone old enough to be her father. She
was young enough that she would stay the way she was for quite a while. She had
the sort of bone structure and healthy glow that had me convinced that she would
be just as beautiful at forty, even if I might be too old then (at 64) to enjoy
it as much as I did now.
She suddenly put her hand over her mouth in surprise.
"What?"
"We need to go back."
"Did you forget something?"
The surprise turned into a sly grin.
"Yeah. My panties. Is that a problem?"
I laughed and rubbed her thigh.
"You're going to kill me one of these days."
She hugged my arm.
"I'm doing my best."
We got a table at a seafood place on the water, and since it was just before
seven on a weeknight, we got a table by the back window. I ordered a bottle of
wine, and though the waitress gave Marianne a suspicious glance, she said
nothing and served us both.
When the waitress left, Marianne continued to stare after her, a crease of
distress marring her pretty face.
"What's the matter?"
"Did you see how she was looking at me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like, 'Here's the rich guy and the trophy girlfriend who's young enough to be
his daughter.'" She frowned. "I suddenly feel like such a stereotype."
I took her hand.
"Don't let it get it to you. You are who you are."
She sighed and looked down at the table.
"Steve... do you think I'm a slut?"
I started.
"No. Of course not. Why?"
"Even after everything we've done?"
"Having a healthy sex drive doesn't make you a slut. 'Slut' would be screwing a
bunch of other guys behind my back."
"I was just thinking about us at school today. I mean, I really like you and
I've had a lot of fun with you, but here you've done it with my two best
friends, my sister, and another girl right in front of me. You've got admit
that that's not entirely normal."
"You've enjoyed it, haven't you?"
"Yeah."
"Does it bother you? Or are you just worried about what other people would
think?"
"I don't know. Maybe. I'm not complaining, I mean I really have enjoyed all
this. I love being with you and making you happy."
"I love being with you, too."
She smiled.
"Thanks. I guess mostly I'm worried about what you really think of me."
I squeezed her hand.
"I think you are a beautiful person, and not just on the outside. I have no
problems with what we've been doing. If you don't either, I don't think
anything else really matters."
She smiled again and leaned across the table to kiss me, in the process giving
me a good look down the front of her dress at her big tits.
"Cool. Because there's something else I wanted to remind you about."
"What?"
"Remember the dare Giselle and I made? About the game this weekend?"
"Oh. Yeah. About going commando under your cheerleading outfits."
"Right. We've been working on the other girls. Ashley and Tiffany are on
board, and so are two of the others. The last two probably won't do it, and
they're freaking because the other six of us want to. They're threatening to
stay home on Friday rather than come out alongside us."
"These were Melinda and..."
"Anne, right. They're both kind of conservative. But frankly, I don't care if
they don't do it. I've never really liked them much, and they're not that cute
anyway. You wouldn't be missing anything."
"What exactly are you planning?"
She shrugged.
"We're not really planning anything besides the panty thing. But Giselle,
Tiffany, and Ashley would like to see you again. Tiffany especially. She's
gotten kind of jealous listening to Ashley and Giselle talk about us."
"I wouldn't mind seeing her again."
"So, whatever happens will happen."
The food came after that, and we ate a slow dinner together. Marianne went to
the ladies' room after we ordered dessert, and she returned just after the
waitress served it. As she approached the table, I noticed significantly more
jiggle in her dress than there had been before, and I realized she must have
removed her bra. She caught the look in my eye and smiled as she sat down.
"What are you looking at, young man?"
"A beautiful girl with a strange aversion to underwear."
She grinned, leaning forward and letting the top of her dress fall open.
"Complaining?"
"Nope."
She had ordered some blueberry and chocolate concoction for dessert, and after
taking a few bites, she dug out a big scoop and deliberately let a blob of it
fall into her cleavage. She smiled at me innocently.
"Oops."
"Right."
She leaned over the table.
"Could you get it? I can't reach."
Luckily, the restaurant was not crowded, and the few other couples around us
were not paying any attention to Marianne. I stuck a finger down the top of her
dress and wiped up the blob of blueberry sauce. She moved herself as I did it,
making me rub my finger over her breast. I held up my finger, and she sucked it
into her mouth, massaging the tip with her tongue.
"Mmm."
"I get the feeling that you're ready to go."
"In more ways than one."
I paid the check as quickly as I could, and we returned to the car. As soon as
we were out of the parking lot, Marianne leaned against the passenger side door,
spreading her legs and pulling up her dress to expose her wet blonde pussy. She
sucked her middle finger into her mouth to moisten it, and then began
masturbating right in her seat. With the top down, no less.
She watched my reaction, licking her lips. I reached for her, putting my hand
on her thigh, put she pushed it away.
"Delayed gratification, remember?"
"It's been delayed long enough."
"You think so?"
"Yeah."
She stopped playing with herself and leaned across the shifter into my lap. She
unzipped my slacks and pulled my dick out of my boxers. As soon as she had it
free, she sucked it into her mouth.
I had had highway blowjobs before, but never in a convertible with the top down.
At the first stop sign, I hit the button to put the top up. Marianne stopped
her ministrations long enough to scowl up at me.
"You're no fun."
"I'd rather not get arrested for public lewdness."
She returned to blowing me as I drove away from the stop sign, and I held her
blonde head with one hand as she bobbed up and down. She let me slip a hand
down the top of her dress, and I played with her tits as she slurped and kissed
the head of my dick.
We were about halfway home when Marianne sat up. She pulled her dress up to her
waist and began climbing into my lap.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to fuck you. What does it look like?"
She positioned herself as best she could and sat down on my dick. I had to keep
both hands free and my head on her shoulder to keep driving. Marianne just
pulled me close and rose up and down slowly, nibbling at my ear.
With my attentions thus divided, I could do nothing but let Marianne do what she
wanted. She was tight and wet around me, and she massaged her twat against the
base of my dick in a steady rhythm. I wanted to play with her breasts, but I
would have needed three hands to do it.
Realizing she had me trapped until I stopped or we got home, she began giggling
and moaning into my ear.
"I'm fucking you, Steve... I have your dick inside me." I felt her squeezing
me. "I'm so wet... I'm so turned on... I'm going to come before we get
back... I'm going to come any minute." She moaned again, biting my earlobe. "I
want you to come inside me... I want you to shoot your cum in my pussy."
I groaned, trying to thrust up at her, but it was impossible unless I stopped
the car, and I wanted to get her home as quickly as possible. She humped
herself at me rapidly, still moaning random obscenities into my ear. As I
turned the corner into our neighborhood, she finally shuddered, let out a
squeak, and shook in orgasm. She was still gasping and shaking when I pulled
into the garage.
I climbed out of the car, carrying her in my arms, but we made it only as far as
the hallway just inside the door. Marianne pulled me down, and I was back
inside her in a second. She clawed at my butt, and I hammered her tight teen
pussy until I felt my balls beginning to contract in incipient climax. Marianne
came again, thrashing and clawing at me, as I poured every ounce of myself into
her.
We lay gasping on the floor for several minutes. Marianne started giggling.
"God. I was so horny. I can't believe I did that. I could have gotten us both
killed."
"It was fun."
"What if we had gotten stopped? We'd have gotten in so much fucking trouble."
"I know."
She giggled again, rolling onto my chest. I ran my fingers through her long
blonde locks, and she smiled at me, biting her lip ever so slightly.
"Steve?"
"Hmm?"
She didn't say anything for a few seconds, and I watched her eyes filling with
emotion.
"Is it too soon to tell you that I think I'm in love with you?"
I returned her smile.
"No."
She giggled contentedly, snuggling against me. I held her for quite a while
before we climbed the stairs to the bedroom and went at it again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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I awoke with a start in the middle of the night. I smelled Marianne beside me
and reached for her.
But she wasn't there. She had gone home just before eleven. What I smelled was
her sweat and cum and sex on the sheets, leavings from where we had made love
like wild animals after coming home.
I pulled her pillow to me and held it instead.
What had I gotten myself into? She was seventeen, for Christ's sake, not even
out of high school yet. She lived with her parents--a father who was scarcely
older than I was--and her fifteen-year-old sister. I was in way too deep for a
situation like this.
And yet, as I was inside her earlier that night, riding between her thighs,
watching her big tits shaking on her chest and her face twisting into a rictus
of agonized ecstasy underneath me, one thought had speared through my mind. A
mad thought, an insane and illegal and perverted thought, but sincere
nonetheless. Whatever else this idea might be, it had the ring of fundamental
truth, the sort of thing that dissolves all rationalizations and denials.
I loved this girl.
She was it, the one I wanted, the one I had been waiting for since I was her
age. I wanted to marry her, knock her up, fill her with babies. I wanted to
run off with her and make her mine for good.
She would be eighteen in a few weeks. That would change things substantially,
but the fact remained that she was still a kid. I had no guarantee that she
would not wake up one morning and decide that screwing someone her father's age
was disgusting, and thereafter want nothing to do with me.
Even if she had as much as told me she loved me last night. Because love at
seventeen was not the same thing as love at forty-one.
I rolled on my back, putting her pillow over my face. Whatever was going on, I
had to ride it out one way or another.
When I returned home from a day of stewing at work when I should have been
making money, I saw her out by the pool, lying in a sunbed, facing the backyard.
I came up behind her, bending down to kiss her--and then realized that it wasn't
Marianne. It was Hayley.
She looked up in surprise, and then giggled.
"Go ahead and kiss her," said the voice behind me. "I don't care."
I turned to see Marianne in the pool, pushing her long hair back over her head,
squeezing the water out. She was topless, wearing nothing but a lime green
thong. Her sister was similarly dressed, or undressed, in black bikini bottoms.
The top to her suit lay forgotten on a beach bag beside her.
Hayley was still looking up at me with a smile on her lips, so I bent down and
kissed her freckled little nose. Marianne climbed out of the pool and pressed
her wet body against me.
"You thought she was me?"
"Momentarily."
"That happens a lot. Even our mom does it sometimes."
She kissed me.
"Go change and come back out."
When I returned, the two of them were lying side by side in their sunbeds,
passing Marianne's bong back and forth. Marianne handed it to me as I sat down
on the end of her chair, and I finished it off.
Hayley caressed my calf with her toes, smiling at me.
"Take her inside," Marianne said, grinning. "Wear her out so she'll go home."
"What about you?"
"I'm going to stay down here. I just feel like taking a nap."
Hayley got up from her chair, taking my hand and pulling me into the house.
When we got to the bedroom, she slipped out of her bikini bottoms and climbed
into bed.
"Your sister is very understanding," I said as I crawled up next to her.
"She's pretty cool. We share a lot of stuff. So I guess this isn't as weird as
it might seem."
I looked down at her next to me. She was like a miniature Marianne, a younger,
shorter, less experienced version. They didn't look exactly alike, but there
were enough similarities between the two of them to overwhelm the differences.
She lay still on her back as I played with her, feeling her firm tits and smooth
stomach. Her pubic hair was sparse and thin, still developing. When I bent to
kiss her, she put her arms around my neck and sucked on my tongue. I squeezed
her breast in my hand, feeling the firmness, comparing her to Marianne in my
mind. Hayley I could just get into one hand; Marianne was way beyond that
point.
Hayley writhed against me as I tweaked her nipples, and soon I bent down to
suckle her breasts. She held my head in her arms as I did it.
"That feels nice."
I reached between her thighs, which she spread for me, feeling the moisture
growing between her lips. "Marianne's fucked girls, hasn't she?"
I stopped, looking up at her.
"Why?"
"I'm just asking."
"Yes. Does that bug you?"
"I don't know. We've never talked about it, but I could tell the other day when
Ashley came over. Just something weird about the way they were talking. Was
she one of them?"
"The only one, as far as I know."
She stared up at the ceiling.
"Wow."
"She says she just did it for me, not because she's bisexual."
"You know what's weird? I was thinking about that this morning, and it occurred
to me, how would you really know? If you were blindfolded or something, and
someone went down on you, why would it make a diff what sex they are? Guys and
girls both have tongues."
"Good point." "I'm not saying I want to do it, but it's true, you know?"
Trying not to smile too hard at this sage observation, I went back to sucking
her nipples and exploring her pussy with my fingers. She began to moan and
writhe a little, and I slid further down until I was between her thighs. She
pulled her legs up, opening herself to me, and I buried myself in her wet folds,
making love to her with my tongue.
Her legs kicked and thrashed around me. Her body squirmed on the sheets,
sliding back and forth as she braced herself against the headboard. One hand
went to her breasts, massaging them roughly, pinching the nipples. Her right
foot drummed against my back and her buttocks kept heaving up at me like she
wanted to buck me off, but every time I withdrew a little, that hand on her tits
would shoot down and pull me closer. My tongue was spinning all around her, and
she fought me and her impending orgasm as if she were in pain. Finally, she let
out a shriek, heaved herself at me, thighs battering my ears, and came.
I stayed between her quivering legs for a few moments before sliding up beside
her. She kept shaking and grasping at me, eyes closed, for nearly a minute.
"Shit. Shit. That is like... like a hundred, a thousand times better that
doing it myself."
"Good."
"How does Marianne stand it?"
"She's in good shape."
She sat up halfway and slithered across my chest, finding my erection with her
mouth and going to work. She gave me only about ten seconds of suction before
laying back and pulling me onto her. I slipped into her easily, grunting at the
tightness of her as she tried to get me further in, feeling all those smooth
cheerleading muscles loosening up. She held me as close as she could, not
letting me withdraw, and as I lifted up, she came with me, making a fulcrum out
of her pubis and forcing me harder against her. I thrust forward, making her
almost swing under me, grinding downward.
She clung to me as if she were drowning, one mouth sucking at mine for air, the
other sucking at my cock for something more fundamental. She was tight, too
tight, almost painful, but she had none of her sister's experience. All she
could do was pump herself at me, begging me to make her come again, not letting
me withdraw from her more than an inch or two.
With rough little thrusts, I began to thump against her. She squeaked, suddenly
sounding even younger than her fifteen years, biting at my shoulder. Her second
climax came suddenly and unexpectedly, a gasp and a shudder under me, a clench
of her muscles around my erection. As she shook in my arms, I lost my grip on
what little control I had, and I drove into her relentlessly. Hayley shrieked
and spiked up at me again a minute or so later as I felt my balls growing
heavier and heavier with their imminent payload. Finally, as she continued to
twitch and quiver in the aftermath of her orgasm, I spurted off helplessly
inside her pulsing flesh.
When I rolled off her to catch my breath, I saw Marianne in the doorway watching
us, naked. One index finger had been idly working between her thighs, and it
now rose to her mouth. She smiled at me, then walked languidly over to the bed
and lay down beside me, opposite her sister.
"Hi."
"How long have you been there?"
"Long enough."
Hayley sat up, brushing her hair back from her face.
"That was great."
Marianne looked over at her.
"Okay, short stuff. You've had your fun. Think you can give us some time alone
now?"
Hayley giggled.
"Yeah."
She bent and kissed me one last time.
"Thanks. Bye."
She hopped off the bed and went downstairs, pausing only to grab her bikini
bottoms off the floor. I heard her exiting the front door about a minute later.
Marianne stretched out against me, and I hugged her. She nuzzled my chin
slowly.
"I can't decide if I'm jealous of Hayley."
A chill ran down my spine, and I pulled slightly away from her.
"I thought you wanted this."
She moved up the bed after me.
"No. That's not what I mean. I can't decide if I'm jealous that you're the
only guy she's done it with. That you were her first. Part of me wishes I
hadn't done it with anyone else. But then I think that if I hadn't, I wouldn't
have anything to compare you to. I wouldn't know how lucky I am to have you."
I relaxed, seeing her meaning now, and pulled her closer.
"I would have been happy to be your first lover."
She giggled.
"At fifteen, in an attic, like it was? I was just like Hayley is. Too horny for
my own good. I could have gotten pregnant that afternoon. I still shudder to
think of that."
"Did you do it with him again?"
"No. Once was enough. Afterward, I was totally like, 'That's it?' It was a
while before I discovered that sex could actually be enjoyable."
"Randy, or whatever his name was?"
She laughed.
"Hardly. It was the second boy I slept with. A college guy I met at this
cheerleader camp. We only had one weekend together, but God, he knew what he
was doing. He wasn't as good as you, but he was a hell of a lot better than
Ashley's brother. And Randy."
She kissed my neck.
"No. It's good you weren't my first. I just want you to be my last."
We lay together caressing each other for a while. Marianne reached between us,
finding my cock and stroking it gently until I was hard again. Then she pulled
me onto her, and I slipped into her wetness slowly. She grunted as I filled her
up, arching her back. She pulled my head down and kissed me roughly.
"No one else," she moaned, "no one else is ever going to fuck me. Ever. I
don't want anyone else. I only want you."
I buried my tongue in her mouth and my erection inside her. Her arms went tight
around my back and her legs slipped over my thighs. She pulled her feet up
until they were tickling my butt, urging me on. She curled up to my ear as she
usually did, biting my earlobe and moaning to me.
"I love your dick. I love fucking you. I love being on my back with you inside
me." She whimpered. "Oh, God. No one else. No one else. I'll fuck girls if
you want me to, but no one else. No one's dick but yours can fuck me. No one.
No one, oh fuck, oh God, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me, oh God, fuck me!"
Her body went rigid as if she were being electrocuted, and her nails gouged out
tracks in my back. I felt her tight flesh spasming around my cock as I pounded
her mercilessly. A shrill cry squealed from between her clenched teeth as she
clung to me.
I groaned, the pain of impending ejaculation growing my groin. Marianne fucked
her hips at me roughly, trying to stretch out her orgasm long enough to let me
join her, to feel my cum spurting into her. It rose in a torrent, passing into
her in long, convulsive, shots. I continued shaking above her long after it was
over and Marianne began slowly relaxing under me. Then I fell onto her body
with a gasp.
I fell asleep. When I woke, it was after nine, and Marianne still lay beside
me, head on my shoulder. She stretched when I moved, and sat up.
"Hey."
"Hey, kitten."
She smiled.
"I like when you call me that."
"You shouldn't have let me sleep this long."
"I couldn't help it. I never get to sleep beside you."
"You should get home before your folks start to worry."
She flopped back down next to me with a frustrated groan.
"I don't *want* to go home. I want to stay here." She put her hands over her
face. "Why did I have to be stuck in this life when I met you? Why couldn't we
have met a year from now, when I could do whatever the fuck I wanted?"
"You're going to be eighteen in what, two weeks?"
"Two and a half. But I won't graduate for another eight *months.* What am I
supposed to do until then?"
"Be patient. Eight months isn't forever."
"My folks will figure this out sooner or later. People are already starting to
talk at school."
"What are they saying?"
"Oh, just 'Marianne and her rich boyfriend.' 'She's too full of herself to date
guys under twenty-five.' That sort of shit."
"Not the girls on the squad?"
"No. They don't care; they like you. But you know how it is."
"Yeah. I'm not that old."
She giggled, snuggling with me.
"You know, I don't even think of that anymore, really. That you're older than
me. Just that you're Steve, my boyfriend, and I love you."
"I love you too, kitten."
She giggled again.
"Meow."
CHAPTER TWELVE
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Nothing significant happened for a few days, though Marianne continued coming
over to my house after school. The weather had remained pleasant into October,
and I usually found her by the pool. We would share a beer or a bong load, go
inside for an hour or two of fooling around, then she would go home. Hayley
came over again on Thursday, and I enjoyed them together as I had that
afternoon.
On Friday afternoon, she called me at work.
"Hi babe." "Kitten. What's up?"
"You haven't forgotten about the game tonight?"
"No. What do you need me to do?"
"The game starts at seven forty-five, so try to be there at seven-thirty." She
gave me directions to the field. "You'll want to get a seat right down front."
"Uh-huh. And just what is going to happen here?"
She giggled.
"You'll see."
"Will I?"
Another giggle.
"Be patient. I'll see you tonight."
I left work at six-thirty and went home to change into jeans and a sweatshirt.
Marianne's school was a couple of miles from my house, and I arrived at the
stadium at around seven-twenty. In the back of my mind, I could not help but
think that the girls would somehow chicken out of this idea. I had not been to
a high school football game in almost twenty-five years (since graduating
myself), but from what I remembered, I could not see how the cheerleading squad
could possibly perform their duties under such exposed conditions.
I followed the other students and parents onto the field and toward the
bleachers. Marianne's team was out on the field stretching, and I tried to
disguise myself amongst the crowd lest the boys who had come by my house a few
weeks before see me. I wasn't afraid of them; I just saw no point in another
scene.
As I reached the home team bleachers, I saw the cheerleaders standing around in
a clump not far from the team bench. I counted six--apparently Anne and
Melinda, whatever their reasons, were boycotting tonight's game. I wondered if
they had said anything to anyone about this dare.
I saw Marianne, and she saw me a moment later. She jumped up and down waving.
"Steve!"
As I got closer, I got a better look at their outfits, and if I had been gripped
by doubt before, I was now positively incredulous. They wore fairly typical
cheerleading uniforms, sleeveless polyester tops and short pleated skirts. Were
they really going commando tonight, a single gust of wind would expose them all.
Marianne bounced up to me, but stopped short about five feet away. I resisted
the urge to kiss her in front of the entire school.
"Hi!"
"Hey."
"Come sit over here."
She directed me to the first row bench just behind the cinder block wall
dividing the field from the bleachers. I stayed on my feet, and she leaned
against the wall. When I gave her skirt a searching look, she grinned.
"We're not doing anything yet. We're going back into the locker room in a
minute."
"You're really going to do this?"
"Yep."
"Does anyone else know?"
"I don't think so. I threatened to get Anne and Melinda thrown off the squad if
they said anything."
"How?"
She smiled.
"I have my ways. But I'm the captain, didn't I mention that?"
"No. How are you going to do the cheers?"
"We'll be careful. We'd probably get suspended if anything happened. It's just
for thrills, not to flash people."
"It might happen anyway."
Another evil grin.
"Yep. You never know what might happen accidentally."
I looked over at the other girls, seeing Ashley, Tiffany, and Giselle. Giselle
waved at me. There were two other girls with them, one a short, athletic
blonde, the other an Asian girl about Marianne's height.
"Jan and Cindi," Marianne said. "Jan is the blonde. See anything you like?"
She looked up at me innocently, hands clasped behind her back.
"We'll see."
"Okay. We have to go get ready. Have fun."
"You too."
She giggled and bit her lip, then went back over to the other cheerleaders.
After some nervous giggles and whispers, the six them waved to the crowd and ran
back toward the locker room.
The other team came out to stretch and warm up, and I used the time to look
around at the other fans. I saw mostly other students, none of whom paid any
attention to me, no doubt taking me for a parent. If anyone had made anything
of my brief conversation with Marianne, I couldn't tell.
At about twenty to seven, the cheerleaders reappeared with the school spirit
squad to cheer their team onto the field. I could tell immediately from the
tense expressions on their faces and the repeated sideways glances and nervous
grins that they had done it. They walked slowly, legs together, and most of
them (though not Marianne) had hands at their sides trying holding their skirts
in place without being obvious about it.
I grew tense myself just looking at them, and my hands grew cold and damp. I
laughed at myself nervously. This had nothing to do with me--even if they all
chose to flash the crowd, no one would have any reason to connect the incident
to my presence. But I was filled with excited tension just the same.
The spirit squad held up a big paper banner, and the cheerleaders began yelling
and waving their pom-poms. But they did not jump around. At all. Twelve feet
remained planted firmly on the turf.
The football team ran through the banner to much cheering and applause. The
cheerleaders followed the team over to the sidelines as carefully as they could
manage.
When they got near the bleachers, Marianne gave me a nervous grin. I shook my
head, looking over the six of them. Only Giselle and Marianne appeared to be
enjoying this; the other four seemed too apprehensive about exposing themselves
to think clearly.
Marianne began a cheer, one that involved a certain amount of swaying and butt
wiggling. I watched the hemlines carefully. I saw nothing untoward, but I
hardly needed to. I kept thinking that I could go out there and get a double
handful of teenage pussy with very little effort.
The game began, but I paid no attention to it. I watched the crowd, continually
laughing to myself at how no one seemed to have the slightest idea what was
going on. The fans had only mild interest in the cheerleaders, and turned their
eyes from the game only when Marianne tried to get a cheer going. If only they
knew what they were missing, I thought.
About fifteen minutes into the game, the squad began another cheer routine, this
time right in front of me. Marianne was grinning at me, and I realized
something was about to happen.
The girls cheered and sang, squatting down halfway and wiggling their butts in
time with their pom-poms. They came up slowly, and then Marianne (who was in
front, leading the other five) jumped into the air.
There it was--as she came down, the front of her skirt lifted up just enough to
expose her sex. It was a half- second flash, if that. Only someone watching
the exact spot, as I was, would have seen it. I glanced around at the other
fans, seeing no reaction. Most of them weren't even watching the cheer.
I turned back to the cheerleaders, seeing an evil grin on Marianne's face.
Giselle came up beside her as the cheer ended, and both of them dropped down
into front- and-rear splits, front legs pointed right at me. They came down
slowly enough not to send their skirts flying up, but right after they hit the
ground, Marianne again flashed me from just behind her pom-pom, and Giselle did
the same thing a moment later.
I realized I had been holding my breath, and I forced myself to exhale as the
two girls got carefully to their feet, knowing grins on their faces. I wiped
the beads of sweat from my hairline as I checked the crowd behind me. Again, it
appeared that they had gotten away with it.
For the rest of the half, they behaved themselves, and when the halftime whistle
blew (with Marianne's team ahead 13-6), they regrouped on one of the benches
near my seat. Marianne and Giselle walked over to me about a minute later.
"Enjoying the game?" Marianne asked.
"Yeah."
"You look kind of tense," Giselle said. "Do you feel okay?"
"Yeah, you look all sweaty and nervous. Is anything wrong?"
I glanced down at their skirts.
"I'll survive."
Marianne put both hands above her head, stretching.
"I think I pulled a muscle earlier," she said to Giselle. "Do you think you can
help me do a hamstring stretch?"
"Sure. Do you want to lie down or just put your leg up on my shoulder?"
I knew they were kidding -- honest -- but for a split second, I had a shock at
the image they had put into my head. They both burst out laughing. Marianne
reached down to rub the back of her thigh.
"It really hurts. Could you help her, Steve?"
I noticed a couple of students nearby watching this exchange with curious looks
on their faces, and fought to maintain my calm.
"You might want to check with the trainer about that."
"Nah, we can just do it here. Here, grab my ankle."
Giselle squatted down and took Marianne's ankle. As Marianne braced herself on
the wall, Giselle lifted her leg up about three feet before I couldn't take this
charade any longer. I grabbed Marianne's arm in horror.
She laughed at me.
"What? What's wrong?"
She stood there with her leg parallel to the ground. The pleats of her skirt
hung down on either side of her thigh. She had, at best, about two inches of
coverage. The slightest puff of wind would expose her completely. She was
facing the end zone right now, not the crowd, but someone walking up the field
from the right angle might well see straight up her skirt.
"How does that feel?" Giselle asked.
Marianne reached under her skirt to rub at her thigh.
"Mmm. That's good. A little higher."
Giselle raised Marianne's ankle another six inches. I stood frozen to the spot.
There was nothing I could do now without attracting attention. Very carefully,
I looked around us. No one was really watching except the other four
cheerleaders, who sat on the bench about ten yards away with amazed looks on
their faces.
I looked back at Marianne, who acted utterly unconcerned with what she was
doing. Her leg was now more up than down, and if Giselle lifted it any higher,
Marianne was going to be displaying a lot more than her flexibility.
She gave me a look of amused triumph, and then nodded to Giselle.
"That's enough. Thanks."
Giselle dropped Marianne's ankle, and I tried not to collapse in relief. The
two of them stifled giggles before rejoining the rest of the squad.
I did notice a few people looking in my direction during the second half, but no
one said anything to me. Whatever they thought or had seen, I didn't want to
know. The girls resumed their cheering, and refrained from flashing me--or
anyone else--the rest of the game.
When the final gun went off (the game ended in a 13-13 tie), I followed the rest
of the crowd out of the stadium. I lingered around the entrance, wondering if
Marianne would seek me out. She came running up about five minutes later.
"Hey."
"Nice game."
She grinned.
"You think so? You didn't seem to be watching it much."
I laughed.
"I know. What's up?"
"Giselle, Ashley, and Tiffany want to come over. Is that okay?"
*Four* of them? God, give me strength.
"Uh, yeah. Sure."
"Okay. We have some stuff to do first, but we'll see you in about an hour."
She gave me a quick peck on the lips and ran back toward the field. As I
watched, I could just get a brief glimpse of her naked butt under her skirt.
I drove home, crazed images of panty-less cheerleaders spinning through my head.
When I got back, I tried to straighten up the house for this party, whatever
they had planned. Surely they didn't *all* expect to have sex with me? Even if
I had had sex with all four of them before. Marianne had said something about
Tiffany being jealous of the other girls. I didn't know what Ashley was
thinking, but the look I had seen in Giselle's eyes several times that night
pretty much told me what she was hoping for. Ye Gods. I just hoped they didn't
kill me.
I had gotten another ounce of Thai dope from my cousin, so I got it out for the
girls. I had enough beer, unless they really planned on getting drunk. What I
wasn't sure I had enough of was energy for a four- cheerleader orgy.
I heard the front door open about ten o'clock, and then Marianne calling out.
"Steve?"
"In the den."
The four of them filed into the room a few seconds later. They had changed back
into street clothes, Giselle into these peach-toned Capri pants with a
spaghetti-strap top, Ashley into shorts, and the other two into jeans. Marianne
wore another one of her cropped baby-tees, and Ashley and Tiffany wore plain T-
shirts, though Tiffany's was just short enough to expose the stud in her navel.
The settled down around the room, and Marianne sat in my lap, giving me a long
kiss.
"Mmm. I've been wanting to do that all night."
"Me too."
Giselle had already spotted the weed on the coffee table and went straight
toward it. She sat down on the floor next to the table, and Marianne pulled her
bong out of her purse. The two of them quickly fired things up as I got four
beers out of the refrigerator.
"So what did you think of the game, Steve?" Tiffany asked.
"Very entertaining."
"I still can't believe we did that," Ashley said. "Do you think anyone saw?"
"I couldn't tell," I said.
"So what if they did?" Marianne said, exhaling a big cloud of fragrant smoke.
"I guarantee you that only a few people could have seen anything. No one will
believe them. That kind of thing only happens in porn movies."
"Speaking of which," Giselle said, grinning at me.
"Yes?"
"Marianne said you've got quite a video collection." I pursed my lips in mild
embarrassment.
"I think you'll find that, for single men, that's not unusual."
The four of them laughed, and Tiffany crawled over to the TV cabinet.
"Let's see what he has."
The girls were soon rooting through my collection and laughing hysterically at
the titles and box covers.
"God! Look at this!" Tiffany exclaimed, holding up a box with a half-naked Jenna
Jameson on the front.
"Those can't be real," Ashley said.
"They're not," I said.
"I don't think any of these girls have real boobs," Giselle said.
"Oh, my God," Tiffany said, laughing at another one. "Look at that!"
The other three crowded around to see what she was looking at.
"No way," Giselle said.
"Is that real?" Tiffany asked.
Marianne glanced at me.
"Do they have fake dicks like they have fake boobs?"
I leaned it to see what they were looking at, a back- cover shot of some male
star's prodigious endowments.
"That's real."
Tiffany's face paled.
"They really get that big?"
"Eww," Giselle said.
"No way in hell I'd ever let that near me," Ashley said.
"Women give birth," Marianne said. "Babies are bigger than that. I bet you
could take it."
Tiffany and Giselle shrieked in laughter.
"I want to watch one of these," Giselle said.
"Me too," Ashley said.
That precipitated about a minute of feverish discussion over which title to
start with. I sat on the couch finishing the bong load and getting a mild buzz
as they settled on one of the Jenna Jameson tapes. Marianne shoved it into the
VCR and then lay back against me on the couch. Giselle sat at the far end with
my feet and Marianne's on her lap, while Ashley and Tiffany sat on the floor in
front of the television.
For the next ninety minutes, there was much giggling and moaning and outright
laughter. Though they did get quiet during the lesbian scenes, no one suggested
fast forwarding over them. The cum shots produced shrieks of embarrassment and
disgust, especially when Peter North splattered about half a quart of jizz over
one girl's tits.
By the time the tape was over, we had gone through about six or seven bong loads
and probably eight or nine beers. Ashley had replaced Giselle at the end of the
couch, and Marianne was slowly stroking Ashley's bare thigh with her toes.
Ashley gave me a glance and began rubbing Marianne's foot. Marianne moved her
foot around in Ashley's lap, trying to pretend the contact was innocent but
really doing her best to dig her heel into Ashley's crotch.
Giselle and Tiffany finally noticed what was going on. Tiffany gave Giselle a
nervous, amazed, look, but stayed where she was. Giselle just glanced at me,
licking her lips.
Marianne sat up and pulled her legs back under her butt. Then she pulled her
top over her head. Her big tits jutted forth from her bra, but she removed that
a moment later. As the other two girls watched in amazement, she grabbed
Ashley's head and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
Ashley reacted at first in surprise, but then put her arms around Marianne. The
two girls necked eagerly next to me, and Marianne dug her hands into Ashley's T-
shirt. That, and her bra, were on the floor after another minute.
I glanced at Giselle and Tiffany. Tiffany merely seemed shocked and amazed at
this display, but if I wasn't seeing things, Giselle actually seemed to be
getting turned on. Her breathing was deep and ragged, and I could see her
nipples straining against the fabric of her top. She glanced at me once, eyes
fogged with nervous desire, then back at the other two girls.
Ashley was suckling Marianne's breasts now, and Marianne was writhing in her
lap. Ashley's hand was between Marianne's legs, rubbing hard upward. All of a
sudden, Giselle was on the couch next to me. She grabbed my head, kissing me
deeply for a few seconds, then turned around to face Marianne and Ashley,
leaning back against me. She put one of my hands on her breasts and the other
between her legs.
I reached up under her top to feel her hard little tits as I massaged her twat
through her pants. She moaned, moving against me, but continued watching the
other girls. I glanced at Tiffany, now alone on the floor. She got slowly to
her feet, walking up behind Marianne.
She paused briefly in nervous indecision, then put one hand softly on Marianne's
shoulder. Marianne half- turned to face her. She slid her hand up Tiffany's
arm until she reached her neck. Then she pulled Tiffany down toward her. The
two girls kissed awkwardly, and Tiffany withdrew after a few seconds.
I had one hand inside Giselle's top and the other inside her pants now, and she
squirmed against me as I played with her. She turned around once to kiss me,
but otherwise watched the scene in front of us.
Tiffany removed her top and bra now, just as Marianne slid to the floor in front
of Ashley. Ashley's shorts were soon discarded, and Marianne bent forward,
taking Ashley's hips in her hands and her pussy into her mouth.
Giselle moaned against me as Marianne began eating Ashley. Tiffany knelt down
beside Marianne, watching, but doing nothing. Ashley arched her back, gripping
her breasts in her hands, straining against the back of the couch. Marianne's
tongue was dipping and fluttering over her lips and clit, lapping up the sweet
honey that flowed out of Ashley's ginger twat.
Giselle began writhing out of her clothes as if she could no longer stand to be
dressed. She was naked in a few moments, and I pushed my index finger inside
her wet pussy. She whimpered as I began masturbating her in earnest, keeping my
other hand on her breasts. She squirmed and twisted as if she wanted to be free
from my grip, but the hand that stayed locked to my wrist between her thighs
told me what she really wanted.
Tiffany still sat next to Marianne with a bewildered look on her face, as if she
wanted to do something but had no idea what. I motioned to her, and she stood,
walking around next to me. Giselle reached for her, pulling her down, kissing
her. Again, Tiffany responded nervously, letting Giselle kiss her but doing
relatively little in response.
Giselle suddenly climbed off my lap and pushed Tiffany into her place. Tiffany
leaned back against me, moaning contentedly, as I began playing with her firm
breasts. Giselle crawled over to Ashley and Marianne, threw a leg over Ashley's
waist and Marianne's head, and shoved her breasts into Ashley's face.
Ashley swiftly pulled Giselle into their lovemaking. She suckled Giselle's hard
little tits as Marianne continued to suck on Ashley's clit. Then Marianne
withdrew, pulling Giselle down until she was sitting in Ashley's lap. She
slipped two fingers into Giselle, two into Ashley, and used both hands to
finger-fuck them.
The two girls began moaning and rubbing their breasts together, kissing, sucking
on each other as Marianne got them off. I had Tiffany's jeans down now, and if
she was reluctant to join any of this, she had no problem watching them while I
played with her. I soon had several fingers inside a pussy myself, and the room
was filled with moans and gasps and the smell of sex.
Ashley came first, bucking her hips against Giselle and Marianne. Giselle soon
joined her, and Tiffany followed thereafter, thrashing around in my lap.
Ashley and Giselle swiftly removed the rest of Marianne's clothes and had her
back on the couch. Ashley descended between Marianne's thighs, and Giselle
climbed up to suckle Marianne's big tits.
Tiffany turned around in my lap and dug out my aching erection. It thereafter
disappeared into her hot little mouth, and she bobbed up and down on me rapidly
as I watched my girlfriend being ravished by two other cheerleaders.
It took Marianne only a minute or two to reach climax under such attentions, and
when she had recovered, she leaned over, pushing Tiffany out of the way, and
began sucking on me herself.
The other three girls circled around us, removing what little clothes I had
left. I was getting stiff in the position Marianne had me in (I'm talking
muscles here, not organs), so I pulled her off and stood up.
"I may not make it out of there alive, but I think we should go up to the
bedroom."
***
One by one, the bodies pinning me down on the bed slid off. Giselle and Ashley
fell to one side, still holding each other. Tiffany fell off my dick and lay in
a heap at the end of the mattress. Marianne finally reappeared, climbing up
from between my legs and lying on top of me.
"There you are."
I tried to catch my breath.
"Hey, kitten."
She kissed me, and I could taste Tiffany in her mouth.
"Meow."
She kissed me again. "Having fun?"
"Mmm-hmm. You?"
"Definitely. Not getting tired already, are you?"
I laughed weakly.
"Give me a minute."
"I'll give you something else."
She slid back down to my cock, all sloppy with cum and Tiffany's spendings, and
took it gently into her mouth. Beside me, Ashley and Giselle began to stir, and
I watched as Giselle turned Ashley on her back and kissed her. The two girls
made out for a few moments before Giselle began moving down Ashley's body,
sucking her nipples, kissing her navel, and finally reaching her sex. This
brought her down next to Tiffany, who sat up to watch as Giselle ate Ashley
slowly.
Tiffany saw me watching and smiled. She slid off the bed and came around the
other side. Marianne was still sucking on my limp and protesting penis.
Tiffany climbed onto the bed, and I got her to reverse herself as she lay down.
She watched Marianne for a few moments, and then leaned over to help.
I pulled Tiffany closer to me, curling around until I could reach her twat,
adorned with that cute silver stud. She laid her thigh over my head as I began
to eat her. I could taste myself inside her, not that I really cared, and she
rolled her hips slowly against my tongue.
Tiffany and Marianne were taking turns blowing me, licking and sucking and
nibbling all over my cock and balls. Beside me, I could feel Ashley moving
around, and I withdrew long enough to see what was happening, keeping a few
fingers in Tiffany's pussy so she wouldn't feel neglected.
Giselle was going to town on her red-headed squad-mate, eating her and finger-
fucking her--fisting her almost-- at the same time. Ashley was thrashing around
on the mattress, groping at me and Giselle. She cried out, arched her back as
her hands gripped the sheets in tight fists, and came all over Giselle's face.
Giselle didn't stop, and Ashley didn't appear to want her to. I went back to
Tiffany and resumed my attentions.
The two girls had finally succeeded in restoring my erection, but Marianne
apparently had something more in mind than straight sex. She crawled around
above me, squatting over my head in a sixty-nine position, and sat down on my
face. As I began licking her delicious blonde pussy, most of my penis went down
her throat.
I felt Tiffany crawling over my legs to help her, and she was soon licking and
sucking on my balls. Marianne apparently had a lot of pent-up energy after all
this, and it took me only a minute or two of eager lingual massage to have her
spasming and humping my face in orgasm. Her teeth bit down lightly on my cock
as she came, dragging back over the underside.
As soon as she had recovered, she came up off my mouth and crawled up to sit on
my dick, facing Tiffany, in a reverse of the situation earlier. I watched
Ashley and Giselle still going at it as I felt myself sinking into Marianne, the
only place, to perfectly honest, that I really wanted to be tonight.
I sat up behind her, taking her big tits in my hands. She pulled her knees up
under her, leaning back against me. I saw Tiffany at the end of the bed,
watching us, unsure what to do. Marianne reached for her, and when she got
Tiffany's hair in her hands, Tiffany did not resist her. She bent forward,
nervously, and began to lick at the spot where we were joined.
I was lost in a fog of sex after that, pumping into Marianne as Tiffany ate both
of us, watching Ashley and Giselle gone into a sixty-nine, eating each other
frantically and oblivious to the rest of us. I came again eventually, as did
Marianne, Ashley, and Giselle. Tiffany lay beside Marianne and me when we were
done, and Marianne was soon eating her again. I lost track of things after
that. Too many heads in too many pussies. Lots of orgasms. I fucked Giselle a
bit later, and somehow got off a third time that night. Someone ate my cum out
of her. It might have been Ashley, but I think maybe it was Marianne. Or both
of them.
Finally they left. I lay utterly, completely, exhausted in bed. I think I fell
asleep until someone came climbing back in with me. It was Marianne, of course.
I could sense her presence even before I took her into my arms.
"Christ," I moaned.
She giggled.
"That was fun."
"Call my lawyer. I want to get you in my will before I expire."
She snuggled against me.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too, kitten."
She meowed again, giggling.
"Tell me something," I asked.
"What?"
"Before our thing with Ashley, you went out of your way to tell me you weren't
into girls, that you would just do it one night for me. What happened tonight?"
"I don't know. Before all this, I never thought I was."
"I don't want you to keep doing things you're not into just for my sake."
She pushed herself away from me, taking my head in her hands and staring into my
eyes.
"Whoa. Wait a second. I would *not* be doing this if it turned me off. If I
was as straight as all that, you know, guys only, no attraction to pussy, the
thought of going down on someone made me sick, not even you could get me to do
this. You could file it away with things that really do repulse me, like
screwing your friends. I love you, but there's no way I could ever do that."
"I don't want you to."
"All right. But this is different. You saw me tonight. Did I look turned off?
Do you think I was faking all those orgasms?"
"No. So where did this come from?"
"I don't know. I guess I never really gave it much thought before I met you.
The idea of lesbian sex didn't hold any attraction for me, but it didn't turn me
off either. I wouldn't have done what we did with Ashley if it had. But I
think now..." She paused for a second. "You've had oysters, right? Raw, on the
half shell?"
"Sure. I love them."
"Me too. But before I tried them, I thought they would be gross. One night at
this restaurant, my dad talked me into eating one. And I found out that I loved
them. I think this might be the same thing. I realize now that fucking girls
is actually cool."
I laughed softly.
"I'm glad to help."
She giggled.
"I'll bet you are."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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"Guess who's become a born-again lesbian?"
It was a few days after that epic Friday-night orgy, and I was at work listening
to Marianne update me on the school gossip.
"Who?"
"Giselle. She and Ashley are suddenly an item."
I laughed.
"I had a feeling something was up that night."
"I wasn't really paying attention. But Tiff told me about it today. I'd seen
them together this week, but it never really registered until she mentioned it
to me. They are in serious lust together, believe me."
"What about Tiffany?"
Silence came over the line for a few seconds. Then she sighed.
"I think we might have overdone it. She's been acting kind of weird. A little
more distant than usual. Between all that pot and beer, I think she went
further than she wished she had now. So, I don't know. I'm trying not to get
cute with her."
"You really think she's upset?"
"No. She'll get it over it if I leave her alone for a few days. Don't worry
about it. It has nothing to do with you. Having dyked out one night in her
life isn't going to kill her."
I laughed.
"Unlikely."
"Anyway, um, could I ask you a favor?"
"Name it."
"This group activity is fun and all, but do you think, at least for the near
future, we could limit it to just the two of us? Just for now?"
"I think I've probably had enough group sex to last me a few months."
She giggled.
"Me too. With, um, one exception."
"Who?"
"Hayley."
"Hayley?"
"Just let me explain. I'm kind of worried about her. I know what she's like,
because she's just like I was at that age. I'm telling you, if the situations
were reversed, and I had lost it to you at fifteen, you'd have a hard time
keeping me out of your bed. She's been going on like 'Sex is so cool.' 'I want
to have sex 24/7.' Stuff like that. I'm worried about what she might do if we
cut her off."
"Didn't we have this conversation the other night? I don't want you to feel
pressured into doing anything sexually, whether it's for me or anyone else."
"I'm not. Really. I was starting to feel a little weird about sharing you with
my friends, but Hayley is different. Yeah, she can be a brat sometimes, but
she's still my sister, and I care about her. If sharing you with her will keep
her out of trouble, then I'm fine with it."
"You're sure about that?"
"Steve, we share underwear and tampons. I don't think this is that much of a
stretch. I figure if you do it with her once a week or so, she should be fine.
Once the novelty wears off, I think she'll settle down."
"Okay. I guess I don't really mind. The truth is, she reminds me a lot of you.
It's sort of like doing it with a fifteen-year-old Marianne."
She giggled.
"Are you serious? You're thinking of me when you do it with her?"
"Usually. I like to imagine that you're the one I'm breaking in, not her."
She laughed again.
"That is *so* cool. You don't know how great that makes me feel. I love you so
much."
"I love you too, kitten."
When she meowed at me after that, she really did sound like a cat.
I got home that night about six, and per usual, Marianne was there, watching
television in the den (HBO this time, though, not another porn flick). I gave
her a kiss and went back to the kitchen to review my mail. The fourth letter
was the statement from one of my credit cards, and it seemed noticeably thicker
than normal. I realized as I was opening it that it was the account I had been
letting Marianne use.
It took a few seconds for the reality of it to register. She had somehow run up
almost *four thousand dollars* in charges in less than three weeks. I ran my
eyes rapidly down the statement as my eyes bulged in their sockets. Clothes,
jewelry, clothes, electronics, more clothes, CD's, food--it just went on and on
and on.
"Steve? What's wrong?"
I broke out of my shock and looked over to the couch. Marianne was watching me
with a look of concern on her face. She got to her feet and came rapidly over
to where I was standing. That was when she got a good look at the statement,
and her face paled in fear.
"Oops."
"What happened?" I gasped.
She seemed to wither in front of me.
"Um. I didn't think I'd spent that much. I'm sorry."
I continued flipping through the statement.
"How?"
"Well... you said I should pay the other girls with it, right? I got some stuff
for Ashley, and Giselle. And Tiffany, too. I got this bracelet that Hayley
wanted, and a boombox for her."
I ran my eyes down the list, finding the culprits. Those two items had
accounted for $600 alone.
"Plus a lot of it was clothes I've been getting to wear for you."
She had a point there, too. Her wardrobe had gotten a lot more interesting
since I had met her, but I hadn't given it enough thought to make the
connection.
I looked back at Marianne. Her forehead was creased in distress and her jaw was
vibrating softly. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, and my anger
dissolved. I reached out and hugged her.
"It's all right."
"Are you mad at me?"
"No. It's not like I can't afford this. But you can't do this every month."
She started to cry anyway.
"I'm sorry."
This was at least fifty percent my fault, I thought. I should have anticipated
something like this. You can't just hand a charge account to a teenager and
expect her to know how to manage it without any supervision. She had promised
me she wouldn't go crazy with it, but I reflected that what "crazy" might mean
to me was likely not what it meant to a seventeen-year-old girl with her first
credit card. Plus, thinking back to what our original arrangement with that
card had been, four thousand dollars worked out to just sixteen pieces of ass,
and I had certainly gotten more than that since then.
I held Marianne until she stopped crying.
"Please don't be mad at me."
"I'm not. This was as much my fault as yours."
She pressed her face, hot with tears, against my neck.
"How have your parents not noticed all this stuff you've bought?"
She leaned back, sniffling and wiping her face.
"They don't pay that much attention. Plus I've been trying to hide most of it.
I told Hayley she can't wear that bracelet around the house. She just wears it
to school and takes off on the way home."
"What does it look like?"
"It has these neat lapis beads mounted in 14k gold. I think it matches her
eyes. It's really pretty."
I realized I had seen her wearing it the last time she had come over, but once
again, I had been too dense to make the connection. Of course I should have
wondered where Hayley could have gotten a thing like that with a father who
managed a grocery store and a mother who worked as a legal secretary.
"Does she like it?"
"She loves it. She never takes it off unless she has to. She wears it with
everything, even stuff that doesn't go."
"Okay. That's good enough for me."
She hugged me again.
"I won't spend any more."
"It's all right. I want you to use it, just try to keep it under a grand a
month."
"Okay."
She backed up, pulling me toward the stairs and grinning through her previous
distress.
"Come on. I guess I have some bills to work off now."
She led me to the bedroom and began disrobing. I looked at her with more
attention to detail now, and I realized that she really had been trying to dress
the way she thought I liked her. Tight jeans, cut-off shorts (like those now
heading toward the floor), short skirts. She knew I liked the cropped baby-tees
(the shorter the better, so as to emphasize her chest) and the stretch satin
tops, so she had been wearing them almost exclusively. Underneath, she wore a
matching white satin bra-and-thong set, which was another thing I realized had
changed. Her underwear always matched now, and it was invariably something
interesting, which no doubt explained the ten or twelve visits to Victoria's
Secret on that statement.
She saw the look in my eye and smiled.
"You like it?"
"Almost as beautiful as you. I don't mind spending my money on someone who
deserves it."
She closed with me, linking her arms around my waist.
"Would you still love me if I didn't look like this?"
I kissed her nose.
"Kitten, it's been my experience in life that people who are as beautiful on the
inside as you are find ways to be beautiful on the outside. You wouldn't be the
same person. You would have to be ugly inside too. I've dated my share of ugly
women who looked very good superficially, and believe me it's a not pleasant
experience."
She lifted up on her toes and kissed me. I cupped her big tits in my hands and
pushed them around gently, tweaking her nipples through the satin. She
continued kissing me, sucking on my tongue, and slid her arms around my neck. I
let one hand drop down between her legs, reversing it, and extended my middle
finger into the juncture of her thighs. The satin was smooth and cool against
her hot flesh. As I massaged her slowly, her inner moisture dampened the fabric
until my finger was sliding slickly against her lips and clit.
She stood it for only a minute or so before lowering her hands to my waist and
unbuttoning my slacks. They fell to the floor, and Marianne followed them. She
reached into the fly of my boxers and found my erection. She stroked it,
looking up at me. She gave the base a sloppy kiss and grinned. "Meow."
Pretending to be a cat, she began giving my cock a slow tongue bath, all the
while purring and meowing at me. I forced myself to maintain enough control to
remove my shirt and tie. By this time, she had gotten my entire erection slick
with her saliva, and she stroked it slowly with her right hand. With the other
she began to rub all over herself and moan in discomfort.
"Mmm, meow, I'm so hot. I think I must be in heat. Meow, what am I going to
do?"
I couldn't stand it anymore. I lifted her into my arms and practically tossed
her on the bed, making her to shriek with laughter. I paused only to discard
the last bits of my clothing and then grabbed her, rolling her on her hands and
knees. I opened the snaps on her bra, letting it fall off, and almost tore the
thong from her hips. She continued to moan and meow at me until I stabbed my
cock between her thighs. She let out a yowl that sounded only partially faked
as I sank into her wetness.
I drove rapidly in and out of her tight teenage twat, thumping against her
buttocks. She pushed back at me hard, stretching out all those toned
cheerleading muscles. I felt her hand brushing against my balls with each
thrust as she played with herself. I held tightly onto her hips, but she
battered back at me with everything she had.
Soon, way too soon, I felt my cum beginning to rise. I tried to slow the pace,
but Marianne would have none of it.
"No... no... fuck me, I'm almost there... come on!"
I redoubled my efforts, pounding her ass without restraint, and a few moments
later, she shrieked in orgasm. When her pussy bit down on my cock, I pulled her
backwards, stretching her even further open than she already was and stabbing
the last spasming inch of myself into her, coming like an out-of-control fire
hose. My legs buckled under me, and I fell forward, pushing Marianne down on
the bed. We lay, twitching and gasping in the aftermath, until I had enough
energy to roll off her.
She slid over, snuggling against me.
"I liked that."
"Me too."
She giggled.
"Meow."
"Still in heat there?"
"Mmm. I'm always in heat around you."
I ran my fingers through her hair, caressing her. She stretched out against me,
sliding her long smooth legs against mine.
"Your birthday is next week."
"Mmm-hmm. What are you going to get me?"
She propped her chin up on my chest.
"I'm kidding. You don't have to get me anything. You've already given me so
much."
I pushed her tousled blonde hair back over her head.
"Kitten, I have a lot of money, and it's been a long time since I had someone I
felt comfortable spending it on. Don't worry about my finances. That credit
card bill was just a surprise, not a problem."
She smiled.
"Okay. Thanks."
"So what do you want for your birthday?"
She shrugged.
"I don't know. Seriously, you don't need to get me anything."
"Just tell me what you want. If money were no object at all, what would you
want to get?"
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"What do you mean?"
"Just tell me. What would you want?"
"Well... a car--but I know that's impossible."
"What kind of car?"
She reared back, eyes swelling.
"No. You wouldn't."
"What kind of car?"
Her jaw dropped slowly.
"No. Steve, you cannot buy me a car. That's crazy."
"Why?"
"How would I explain it to my folks? I can't just drive up in a new car and say,
'Hey, look at this.' They don't even know you exist yet."
"What if I thought up a way to explain it?"
Her eyebrows rose up her forehead.
"How?"
"Well... how about if we told them you won it in a raffle?"
Now she really was a picture of disbelief.
"A *raffle*? Come on."
"You've never seen cars being raffled off at the mall for some promotion? Just
tell them you entered a few weeks ago, and lo and behold, you won. I could just
have it delivered to your house. How would they know?"
The color drained out of her face, and her jaw fell toward her chest. Her
breathing grew short and rapid.
"No. No. Steve, you can't do this. I won't let you."
"I'm doing it, and you can't stop me."
She grabbed my arm tightly, and her eyes bulged. Her breath whistled through
her nostrils in agitation.
"What kind of car?"
She whimpered in frustration.
"What kind of car?"
She answered me in a tiny voice.
"A Bug."
"A Volkswagen Bug?"
She nodded weakly.
"What color?"
"Yellow."
"Done."
"Wait! Wait!" She grabbed both my hands tightly, squeezing so hard she almost
cut off the circulation. "Can I at least think about this for a few days?"
"No. Decide now or the offer is withdrawn."
She shook my arms, letting out a sound that was half growl and half shriek of
distress.
"Going once. Going twice."
"Oh! Yes! No! Wait!"
"Too late. It's yours."
"Argh!"
She pounced on me, pinning me down and snarling at me as if she really were a
cat. But then her expression softened, and I could see her eyes beginning to
water.
"You're really going to buy me a car?"
"Yes."
"Steve." She drew it out almost into a whine. "We haven't even been going out
for two months yet."
"I don't care. I love you. And I think you're going to be around for quite a
while."
"God." She smiled at me weakly. "After this, I guess I have no choice."
"No. I'm not letting you go, sorry."
She lowered herself to me, pressing her firm body against mine. Further
discussion was silenced by the tongue in my mouth. My kitten was apparently
still in heat, and I had to attend to her distress.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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Saturday morning, I went to the nearest Volkswagen dealership and began browsing
the Bugs. As I expected, knowing how popular they had become, this was not
likely to be cheap. But, as I made clear repeatedly to Marianne, I could afford
this. Successful single stock traders with no dependents tend to accumulate
assets rather rapidly. So I had talked to a friend of mine at work, who traded
Microsoft from his post, and had him dump 300 shares out of my account. I owned
close to 7000 (stock splits are wonderful things) so this wasn't going to
significantly affect my position.
Before long, I found a cute banana-yellow Bug that was suitably tricked out with
options (especially a nice custom stereo with a 6-disc CD changer, which I knew
was the single most important thing for a teenager). An hour of dickering
produced a price I was happy with, and I explained how it was a birthday gift
for my "stepdaughter." They put Marianne's name on the registration, and I wrote
the check. For an additional fee, they agreed to deliver it to her house. The
warm, fuzzy feeling that experience gave me lasted the rest of the afternoon.
I found Marianne and Hayley sunbathing naked by the pool when I returned. The
late summer heat had yet to break even though we were approaching Halloween, and
I spent a moment admiring the beads of sweat and suntan oil on their tawny
limbs. They appeared to be among those few natural blondes who can actually tan
instead of simply burning whenever they get a hit with a ray of sunlight. Both
of them had been doing this long enough that they no longer had much in the way
of tan lines.
Hayley noticed me first.
"Hi, Steve."
I kissed her and then Marianne.
"Hi, babe."
"Kitten."
Hayley giggled.
"You really call her that."
"Yep. Just seemed to fit."
"I think it's cute. Can I have a nickname too?"
Marianne snorted.
"Don't get greedy."
Hayley pouted and looked up at me.
"I want a nickname."
"What's wrong with 'short stuff'?"
She sneered at Marianne, who was still lying on her back with her eyes closed.
"Please?"
"Like what?"
"Something cat-related like hers."
"How about 'cat box'?" Marianne offered.
Hayley's eyes narrowed in displeasure, and she reached over to punch Marianne in
the arm. Marianne responded by laughing, and I rubbed her head.
"'Little Kit'?" I asked. "Would that work?"
Hayley beamed.
"I like that."
"Sheesh."
Hayley stuck her tongue out at Marianne, who wasn't watching anyway, but the
issue appeared settled.
I fetched three beers from the refrigerator and returned to sit down between
them. Hayley made a face at hers but tried to drink it anyway.
I noticed the absence of Marianne's bong, which was normally out in situations
like this.
"Are we out of dope?"
"Yeah. But it's okay. I was thinking of taking a break. We've done a lot of
it lately."
"It's a good thing I don't work for a company that does drug testing. I think I
would peg the meter right now."
"They've been talking about doing random testing at school," Hayley said.
I looked over at her.
"Seriously? How?"
"I don't know. But they are."
"The PTA is making noises about it," Marianne said. "But the students would
revolt if they tried it. Nobody wants to have to piss on command."
I thought back to my days in high school, in the mid- seventies. Had anyone
proposed random drug testing on us, I think the outraged potheads might have
torched the school. A few of my friends were so perpetually stoned that their
urine samples might have broken the testing equipment.
I lay in the sun with them until it began to set. I actually dozed off until I
felt Marianne stroking my arm. Hayley was in the pool, still naked, swimming
around like a mermaid.
"What do you want to do for dinner?"
"You feel like going out?"
She glanced at her sister.
"Hayley too?"
"Unless you mind."
"No. That's cool."
She got Hayley's attention, and we shortly settled on going out to a local bar
and grill, where I could take a pair of teenagers with arousing too much
suspicion. The two of them dressed and went home to change clothes, returning
about twenty minutes later. Both of them wore jeans and sandals, exposing
multiple toe rings. Marianne wore one of her stretch satin T-shirts (white,
loose-necked to expose ample cleavage) and a choker chain around her neck, while
Hayley had on a spaghetti-strap baby-tee (royal blue, cropped halfway up her
chest) and her lapis bracelet.
We rode down toward the beach in my Grand Cherokee and spent a couple of hours
eating and talking. Toward the end, when Hayley went off to the ladies room, I
pulled the bill of sale for Marianne's Bug out of my back pocket.
"Happy Birthday."
She looked it over in awe, eyes watering, then looked back up at me. She took
my hand and squeezed it tightly.
"Thank you so much."
"You're worth it."
She looked back at the invoice, and her eyebrows shot up.
"An *Alpine stereo*? How?"
"It was a special order someone defaulted on. You got lucky."
Her eyes closed and she wiped the tears out of them.
"Oh, God. I can't believe you're really doing this."
"It's done. Does Hayley know?"
"No. I've been trying to think of a way to break it to her. She'll see right
through the raffle story and know you got it for me, so I have to tell her." She
laughed weakly. "I think I'm going to have to tell her tonight anyway. She'll
know something is up when she comes back."
I saw Hayley returning as she spoke, and her blonde eyebrows indeed creased in
curiosity as she approached.
"What's going on?"
Marianne reached for her hand, taking a deep breath and sniffing back her tears.
"Um, short stuff, look." She glanced at me. "This is a secret, so you have to
swear not to tell anyone. Especially not Mom and Dad."
Hayley's eyes bulged.
"What? I won't, I swear."
"Steve has gotten me like the best birthday present in the world. I tried to
stop him from doing this, but he did it anyway."
"What is it?"
Marianne showed her the invoice, and after a few seconds of confusion, Hayley's
face went white.
"No way. No fucking way."
She looked up at us, seeing the confirmation in my face.
"Oh, my God. No way. How?"
"I'm going to tell Mom and Dad I won it in a raffle at the mall."
"And you think they'll *believe* that? No way!"
"Why not?"
"Because... because," she gasped, "because they can't. How can he buy you a
*car*? You guys just met like two months ago!"
Marianne glanced at me, smiling weakly.
"I tried to talk him out of it. He wouldn't listen."
Hayley's head rolled around dizzily.
"God! I am so jealous I want to die! I can't believe this! A car!"
"I'll let you ride in it. I figure we'll drive to school in it. But you can't
tell Mom and Dad, okay? All kinds of shit will hit the fan if they find out the
truth."
Hayley gradually regained her equilibrium.
"I won't," she gasped. "But... but... you guys, you have to let me keep, you
know, coming over all, okay? Please?"
Marianne rubbed her arm.
"We will. We talked about it. It's okay."
Hayley finally managed a smile.
"Thanks."
"No problem," I said.
I paid the check, and we left shortly after that. Hayley continued periodically
exclaiming, "A car! God!" on the way back until Marianne finally got her to
chill about it.
When we got inside the house, Marianne put her arms around my neck.
"Let me show you how grateful I am."
I felt Hayley pressing herself against my back.
"Me, too," she said giggling.
We worked our way up the stairs, pulling off random bits of clothing on the way.
By the time we reached the bed, I was fondling two pairs of firm breasts.
Marianne and Hayley climbed above me and took turns kissing me. I pulled them
up a bit further to suckle their breasts, moving them around. As big as they
were, Marianne's tits would swing back and forth a bit when she hung over me
like this, but Hayley's didn't. She was so firm that her tits held their shape
no matter how she positioned herself.
As I sucked on four tits at once, I reached down and began fingering two blonde
pussies. I slipped an index finger into both of them, trying to see if I could
tell the difference. Hayley was a bit tighter, but that was it. Even getting
two fingers into her was difficult, not that it was much easier with Marianne.
I masturbated them both with my thumbs and fingers, continuing to suck on their
nipples. They moaned at me, giggling, pushing their tits all over my face.
I came briefly up for air, getting free from this great mass of mammarial flesh.
"Let's see who comes first."
They moaned in unison, and Marianne pushed herself back at my hand. Soon they
were both humping my fingers as my thumbs worked busily over their clits. I
noticed as they got more and more turned on that their reactions were almost
identical. Marianne was slightly more expressive, but I thought I could put
that down to her greater experience. They might not be twins, but it seemed to
me that they had gotten about as much of the same DNA as two fraternal sisters
could.
What was even more interesting was that they seemed to be feeding off each
other's arousal. One would moan or whimper and the other would do the same
thing in response. In their eagerness to get me to suck on their tits, they
were all but rubbing their nipples together.
Marianne came first, but Hayley was right behind her. If you allowed for the
fact that Marianne and I had much more of a sexual history than I did with
Hayley, they might as well have come together. In any case, they both whimpered
and bit at my ears, shaking and spasming into my hands. Then they withdrew and
collapsed against me.
Marianne lifted herself up a few moments later, smiling.
"That was fun."
"Yeah."
She reached over and caressed Hayley's back tenderly. Hayley just snuggled
against me, making the little contented noises I had gotten used to.
"What do you want to do?" Marianne asked.
"You decide."
She grinned.
"Okay, because I did have some ideas. I think tonight's lesson is going to be
Anal Sex."
Hayley's head shot up in surprise.
"What?"
"Come on. Don't chicken out. You told me you were thinking about it."
"Yeah, but..."
"Just try it."
"We don't have to go all the way if you don't like it," I said.
Hayley looked back and forth between me and her sister.
"What do I do?"
Marianne jumped up.
"Let me do it."
She ran into the bathroom and returned with the massage oil we used when she
wanted it anally. Hayley watched, not moving.
Marianne first set the oil down and crawled up the bed to take my erection in
her mouth. Hayley sat up and joined her, and the two of them alternated on me
for about a minute. Then Marianne withdrew.
"Get on your hands and knees up by the headboard."
Hayley complied, pulling a couple of pillows under her to brace herself.
Marianne came up behind her and squirted some oil into her hand. She rubbed it
between Hayley's cheeks, then poked into Hayley's butt with her index finger. I
saw Hayley cringe a bit as she did it, but she didn't do anything stop her. As
I watched, Marianne lubricated her sister thoroughly. Finally she turned and
rubbed the oil all over my erection.
"She's all yours."
Marianne lay down beside us as I got behind Hayley. Hayley tried to stretch
herself open as I approached. I could see her sphincter clenching and relaxing
nervously as I placed the head of my cock between her butt cheeks.
"Push back at him so you're stretched open more," Marianne said. "It makes it
easier."
Hayley tried to comply, and very slowly, I eased the head of my dick into her
rectum. She gasped and squirmed as I slipped inside.
"Oh, God."
Marianne rubbed her back.
"Just relax. Let yourself get used to it."
She took Hayley's nearest hand and tried to push it between her legs.
"If you play with yourself while he does it, it helps too."
I felt Hayley tense up around me.
"You mean--?"
Marianne snorted.
"Come on. I know you do it. So do I. So does everyone. There's nothing wrong
with helping yourself along. Trust me, it will make it easier."
Hayley moved her hand tentatively between her thighs, and I felt the tips of her
fingers brushing against my balls. I withdrew slowly and began to fuck her ass.
Marianne watched both my reactions and Hayley's, and before long, she was
playing with herself too.
Hayley was soon so consumed with the sensations that her apprehensiveness
vanished. She pushed back at me with each thrust, trying to pull herself even
further open. Her fingers worked busily in her sex as I pumped her firm
cheerleading butt. Her other hand was braced against the headboard, opening and
closing rhythmically.
Marianne lay on her back beside her, fucking herself with two fingers. She
licked her lips looking up at me and then reached toward Hayley with her free
hand. She took a stiff nipple between her fingers and began tweaking it.
Hayley moaned, moving faster, nearing orgasm. She had relaxed enough that I
slid in and out of her easily, bottoming out in her bowels with each thrust.
Her hand was a blur between her thighs.
"Oh God... oh God... fuck my ass... fuck me, fuck, fuck, shit! Oh!"
She went into convulsions under me, her sphincter pinching painfully down on my
cock. The vibrations of her ass brought me swiftly to climax myself, and my
last sight before I poured myself into Hayley's ass was her sister, hand halfway
into her twat, shivering in orgasm beside us.
I came so hard I might have passed out. In any case, I lost track of things
until I realized Marianne was cleaning my detumescent dick with a wet washcloth.
Hayley was out cold on her stomach beside me. I could see a streak of semen on
her smooth, tanned, buttocks.
"How was she?"
"Great," I gasped.
"That was so hot. So fucking hot. I came so hard it hurt."
"Me too."
She continued cleaning my dick until she was satisfied, then she took it into
her mouth to get me back up. Hayley regained consciousness about a minute later
and came up on her elbows to see what was going on.
I ran my fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face.
"How you doing, Little Kit?"
She smiled.
"A little sore. But that was great. I had no idea it would feel so good."
She lay across my chest and watched her sister working on my dick. I continued
caressing her and playing with her hair. I pulled Marianne off after a few
minutes.
"Enough of that. Come here."
She came up and kissed me as I fondled her big tits. I pulled her up further to
suck on her nipples, but she was rather swiftly sitting on my face and riding my
tongue. Hayley took her place at my dick, sucking on me while I ate her sister.
I took Marianne's tight cheerleading butt in my hands, pulling her to my mouth.
I forced my tongue as far into her as I could get it, fucking her with it while
I worked my lips against her clit. Hayley was bobbing avidly on my erection
now, but the added stimulation just made me lick Marianne more eagerly.
Marianne braced herself against the wall, whimpering and twisting over my mouth.
I spun my tongue around and around her clit the way I knew she liked while I
caressed her buttocks. She stood it for only another minute before backing down
and squatting over my dick. Hayley held it up for her, positioning me, and
Marianne swallowed me up with her tight pussy.
She spread herself open, arching her back and letting herself settle as far down
as she could. I felt myself probing more deeply into her than I had perhaps
ever been. Marianne whimpered softly as if in pain, gripping her big tits in
her hands.
No wanting to be left out, Hayley came up beside me, wanting to take her
sister's place on my mouth. I let her, but had her turn around to face
Marianne. The two of them leaned together, heads on each other's shoulders, and
began riding me.
I lost myself in them after that, fucking one and eating the other, reaching up
to grope at random breasts. Not long into it, I encountered a hand on Hayley's
left tit and realized that Marianne was tweaking her nipples as I was trying to
do. Hayley didn't seem to mind, and I contented myself with playing with
Marianne. But suddenly Hayley was pushing my hands out of the way to fondle
Marianne in return, tweaking and pinching her nipples as Marianne was doing to
her.
I couldn't take much more of this, but it was too soon after fucking Hayley to
come. I fucked up at Marianne roughly, and she pounded herself down at me just
as hard. Hayley's hips were rapidly rolling up and back over my mouth, pushing
down so far I almost couldn't breath. One of them cried out--I couldn't tell
who--and soon the other was shrieking with her. As near as I could tell, they
came as one, Marianne spasming around my dick, Hayley shuddering over my tongue.
I gave Marianne a few last spastic thrusts and erupted into her tight teenage
pussy.
Hayley fell forward across the bed, leaving her legs tangled up with arms.
Marianne fell onto my chest, still moving slowly over my aching dick. I lay
half- dead on my back.
Marianne laughed weakly, not lifting her head from my shoulder.
"Shit. Shit," she gasped. "I wanna do that again."
"You'll kill me."
She came up now and kissed me.
"I love you," she said softly.
"I love you too, Kitten."
She bit my ear happily, purring.
"Meow. Meow, meow, meow."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
---------------
Marianne's eighteenth birthday was on Wednesday. Since I was still an unknown
quantity to her family (with the exception of Hayley), I was left out of the
primary celebration of her majority. Marianne explained to me how she had had
Giselle call her house pretending to be an official from the "raffle" and
delivering the news of the new car. The Bug itself arrived Thursday afternoon
to much shrieking and screaming. I watched the scene down the street from a
second floor window of my house but stayed out of it.
On Friday night, Marianne told her parents that she was going out (in her new
car) to celebrate her birthday with her friends, although she was really going
out with me. She arrived at seven-forty-five dressed in a pale blue slip dress.
From the fit of the thing, it didn't look like she was wearing a bra, but her
big tits seemed under control nonetheless, so I decided that she had stick-ons
or some strapless contraption under it. Ivory nylons and pumps completed the
look.
She gave me as big a kiss as she could with ruining her makeup.
"Hi, babe."
"Kitten. How's the car?"
She smiled.
"It is *so* cool. You can't imagine how phat it is. I get dizzy just driving
it around. And it has the most totally awesome stereo."
"You ready to go?"
"I'm driving, right?"
I laughed.
"Of course."
She bounced back out to the driveway and got into the Bug. I climbed into the
passenger seat and took in the interior. It really was very nice, typical
Teutonic styling--neat, clean, modernist lines without a lot of useless
gadgetry.
Marianne turned on the ignition, and some deafening techno-punk music came
blasting out of eight speakers at once. My hands shot over my ears
involuntarily, and Marianne reached for the volume, turning it down about thirty
decibels.
I rubbed my ears and stretched my jaw.
"Ouch."
"Sorry. But this really is a great stereo."
The lead singer was screeching something like "everything he lacks he makes up
in denial."
"What is this?"
"The Offspring."
"Never heard of them. Who are they?"
"A punk band. This is my totally fave song."
"I was into punk rock in college. I guess things have changed."
"That was what, 1970-something?"
"I graduated in 1980. Punk back then was the Sex Pistols and the Dead
Kennedys."
"Some people still listen to the DKs. They've got this song that's like 'I'm
too drunk--"
"'To Fuck,' right. We used to play that thing just endlessly."
"It's a cool song."
I reflected for a moment that I was dating someone who hadn't even been born
when I got out of college. Her parents hadn't even been married when I lost my
virginity to Mary Jo Beadman in 1975. I wondered what had ever happened to her.
Marianne reached the entrance to our neighborhood.
"So where are we going?"
"Down the hill toward the beach. We have reservations at Bernardo's."
Her face lit up.
"Phat. I've never been there. Is it good?"
"Some of the best Italian food you'll find south of San Francisco."
I knew, of course, that Marianne was quite fond of that sort of cuisine. She
got us to Bernardo's just before eight, and the valet took her Bug. She gave it
a last lingering glance before taking my arm and following me inside.
The maitre d' welcomed us as we entered the foyer.
"Mr. Chandler, so nice to see you again. And this lovely young lady must be
the guest of honor tonight."
He summoned a waiter.
"Everything is as you requested. Please enjoy your evening."
I tipped him twenty bucks as we entered the restaurant, and the bill disappeared
into his coat pocket as if nothing had occurred. The waiter led us to a table
in the corner, overlooking the beach. He helped Marianne into her seat and then
me into mine. He handed us the menus and then withdrew.
Marianne looked around the restaurant, still a little in awe.
"You've been here before?"
"I come here fairly often on business. So they know who I am."
"It must be nice to have people kiss your butt all the time."
I laughed.
"It's only because I'm a regular here. There are plenty of places in town where
we could be treated like peons if you'd like that better."
I felt her toe stroking my leg. "No. This is great."
The waiter returned with a bottle of Roederer, which he opened and served
without a glance at Marianne. He ran through the evening's specials and then
left again to let us decide.
Marianne regarded her champagne for a moment and then took a sip.
"Wow. This is really..."
She struggled for the right description.
"Dry," I offered.
"Yeah."
"That's how it's supposed to be. The champagne you may have had before was
probably a lot sweeter."
"Sweeter, and kind of nasty. But this is good."
"I hope so. It doesn't get much more expensive than this." I lifted my glass
and tapped it to hers. "Happy Birthday."
She took another sip and giggled.
"It's going to my head."
"Enjoy it. It's your birthday."
Her toe continued to stroke my leg.
"I have some surprises for you, too. But you'll just have to wait."
Marianne settled on the Veal Marsala, and I got the Lobster and Crab Ravioli.
The food was excellent, as always, and we spent two hours eating and flirting
with each other. Bernardo's had a strolling violinist on Friday and Saturday
nights, and when they brought out our desserts, he came over and played with the
waiters when they sang "Happy Birthday."
Marianne was a bit tipsy from the champagne by the time we were done, so she
gave me the keys to her Bug as we left.
"Do you have anything else planned?"
"Just home," I said.
"I don't want to go home yet. Can we go somewhere else, just to sit and talk
some more?"
"In the car or out?"
"I don't care."
The valet brought up the Bug, and as I listened to the Offspring chanting about
some girl with "issues," I drove us down the beach to a public park on the cliff
above the surf. "I wish you wouldn't call me daddy when we're gettin' it on,"
they sang, and I gave sincere thanks that I didn't seem to have that problem.
The temperature was still in the seventies, but I gave Marianne my coat anyway.
We walked out to a bench overlooking the ocean. Marianne took my hand and
leaned against my shoulder.
"We're legal," she said after we had been sitting together for a few minutes.
"Yep."
"I've been thinking."
"About what?"
"I need to tell my parents about you. Some time. I don't think there's
anything to be ashamed of now."
"What do you think they'll do?"
"My dad will go postal. My mom, I don't know. She's always kind of leaned on
me to 'date responsibly,' whatever that means. She never liked Randy. I don't
know what she'd make of you. She's the same age you are."
"What can they do, at this point?"
"Throw me out of the house. I don't know if it would come to that, though."
A chill ran down my spine as I thought of such a confrontation.
"I don't want you to have to make that choice."
"I already have. If they want me to go, I will."
I kicked myself internally as I realized that Marianne had thought this through
further than I had. But (not that it was a very difficult decision), I knew I
would take her in if I had to, since I would be the reason her parents threw her
out. Yes, I had been thinking marriage, kids, old age together, but I was
thinking of that for the future, once Marianne had left for college or at least
graduated. Not while she was still in high school.
She snuggled against me.
"Take me home."
On the drive back, I took the opportunity to stroke Marianne's leg. She purred
as I did, sliding down the seat a little. I felt up under her dress, and she
opened herself further. Thereupon, I discovered--oh ho!, I thought to myself--
that she was not wearing nylons, as I had assumed. The sheer fabric gave way to
a border of lace, and then her bare thigh.
She grinned.
"Surprise number one."
I probed a bit further, and discovered that the stockings (hold-ups, apparently)
were her sole lower undergarments. My fingers soon reached a prickly nest of
trimmed pubic hair and the hot flesh of her sex.
"Number two?" I asked.
"Mmm-hmm. But there's another."
I explored for a few moments, not finding anything different. Marianne just
looked at me slyly.
"You won't find it that way."
I played with her for a moment, getting her to lubricate enough to slip my
middle finger into her an inch or two.
She gasped softly, gritting her teeth.
"That's nice. Don't stop doing that. But you're still looking in the wrong
place. You're close, though."
"Now I'm really intrigued."
She took my wrist in her hand, holding me in place.
"You'll have to wait. Keep doing that."
I worked my finger into her as I drove home, removing it only when I had to
shift gears. Marianne stretched herself back into the seat as I played with
her, getting wetter and hotter. She liked me to keep a finger inside her and
rub my palm against her clit, so that was what I did for a few minutes. Her
eyes were closed and her breath came hot and heavy in the close confines of her
car. Her hand remained tight on my wrist, squeezing it rhythmically. I sped my
movements when she began to whimper and twist slowly in her seat. Finally her
hand clamped tightly on my arm, and she shuddered in orgasm.
I kept my finger inside her after she came, slowly probing into her tight
wetness. She purred but remained still until we reached my house.
She hopped out of the car, backing up towards the door with her hands clasped
behind her back.
"Are you dying of anticipation now?"
"Close."
She opened the door and continued up the stairs.
"I really hope you like this."
"Let's see it, whatever it is."
When she reached the bedroom, she stopped me.
"Wait. Don't look. Let me get these off. They're about the least sexy things
in the world."
She made me turn away, but I saw her reach into her dress and remove the stick-
ons she had apparently been wearing on her breasts. She tossed them behind her,
and her big tits now bounced unrestrained under the fabric. She smiled at me.
"Okay. You can see it now."
I slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and it slid down her body
to the floor. As it slipped off, her left hand came up and covered something at
her hip, which momentarily distracted me from her delicious form, naked except
for the ivory stockings.
She paused for a moment in apprehension, then moved the hand away, revealing her
last surprise.
Just below her bikini line, on the left side, was a fresh tattoo of a little
ginger kitten. It could only have been a day or two old--probably done on her
birthday, I thought, since that was the soonest she could have done it on her
own--and the word "Meow" rose from its grinning face.
"Do you like it?"
I dropped down to examine it. I was touched, more than I would have thought
before I saw it.
"It's about the sweetest, sexiest thing I've ever seen."
She beamed at me, eyes growing moist.
"Because I'm your kitten."
I rose from my squat and took her in my arms.
"Yes, you are."
She pressed herself against me, and I kissed her for a few moments.
"Has anyone else seen it?"
"Ashley and Giselle went with me on Wednesday when I had it done. I showed it
to Hayley last night. That's it."
"What did she think of it?"
"What do you think? She wants to get one herself now."
"Which I guess she can't t do."
"No. And I'd kill her if she did. You belong to me, even if I'm letting her
borrow you sometimes."
I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid her on the mattress and
stripped rapidly out of my clothes. Marianne lay on her back watching me and
smiling. I crawled up between her stockinged thighs to look at the kitten
again. The artist had somehow gotten a mischievous expression on its face, even
though it was scarcely an inch high. Like the Cat who ate the Canary, I
thought--not to mention eating a few other things.
I bent to her pretty blonde twat and began licking her gently. She was still
wet from my attentions in the car, and I soon had her moaning and writhing on
the bed. She put her thighs on my shoulders and humped herself at my mouth. I
kept looking at the kitten, thinking how damned sexy that thing was, a notice
posted just above her sex that it--and the rest of her- -belonged to me. A
kitten and her pussy. Meow, meow, meow.
I ate her like my life depended on it.
She came in a rush, shrieking and almost throwing herself from the bed. I gave
her no mercy, holding her tight cheerleading butt to my mouth. Her hands clawed
at my head, seeking some respite, but they were soon gripping my hair and
holding me in place. Her second orgasm heaved from her body like an epileptic
seizure, and her feet drummed on my back so hard they sent momentary spasms of
pain down my spine.
She came a third time after I had been eating her furiously for almost five
minutes. Now she finally forced me from between her thighs, gasping for breath,
still twitching and shuddering. Her hands remained tight claws on my shoulders,
holding me off. Slowly, she relaxed and melted back into the bed. I crawled up
beside her and took her in my arms.
"I love you, kitten."
She could manage only a weak moan, but she moved softy against me. I let her
rest for a few minutes before rolling her on her back again. When I crawled
between her thighs, she laughed quietly.
"You're not letting me do anything for you."
"It's your birthday. Be happy."
I slid forward into her effortlessly, as wet and ready as she was. She lay on
her back and let me make love to her, moving smoothly with my thrusts. I worked
myself against her in the ways I knew she liked, keeping my cock deeply inside
her. She gasped as I bottomed out, hugging me tightly.
"I love you. I love you."
I bent myself down and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking it hard as I continued
to fuck her. When I had one nipple stiff and wet, I moved to the other.
Marianne held me tightly, moaning and whimpering at what I was doing to her.
Her legs were wrapped closely around mine, and the smooth fabric of her
stockings slid against me as we thrust at each other. Her hands moved rapidly
over my back and buttocks, squeezing and pinching as if they had minds of their
own. I looked down at her, watching the flush of impending orgasm spreading
over her chest.
Her eyes had lost their focus in her fog of arousal, and they rolled dizzily
around. A low shudder began in her abdomen, spreading upward, across her chest,
and her back slowly arched and her teeth clenched, eyes tightly shut and head
rolled back into the pillow as a long feline whine escaped her throat. Then her
hips began hammering up at mine, and I watched as this seizure, something too
profound and fundamental to be called an orgasm, coursed through her body. It
peaked, she let out an agonized cry through her teeth, and then fainted dead
away.
That had never happened to me before, and for a moment I was a little worried.
Then her eyes slowly as she panted for breath.
"Whoa. Wow. Shit."
She hugged me, and I kissed the sweat from her brow.
"What did you just do?"
"I'm not sure. But I gather you liked it."
She whimpered, kissing my neck.
"Just come. Come in me. I can't take any more of this."
I moved in her slowly, and about ten seconds of deliberate thrusts were enough
to get me off. Marianne held me close, doing her best to help.
I stayed inside her until I was completely limp and slipped out on my own.
Marianne refused to release me, holding tight on my neck as I rolled off. I
drifted off to sleep beside her, knowing it wasn't the wisest thing to do, but
no longer much caring.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
---------------
Nothing much happened the next week or so, during which Marianne made clear to
me that she was now the envy of all her friends, and not entirely because of her
new car. Only a few of them knew the truth of where she had gotten it, but
apparently much of her class knew that she was dating someone quite a bit older
than she was, and that he was buying her all sorts of presents. In the back of
my mind, I couldn't help but wonder how long it would take for this news to
filter back to her parents. Not that I could do much about it now.
On Thursday, I came home to find Marianne in my office, logged in with my
account on America Online. I bent down and kissed her cheek.
"What are you up to, Kitten?"
"Just browsing around."
I noticed that she was reading an Internet newsgroup that seemed to be filled
with sexually oriented posts.
"That looks like more than browsing around."
She grinned.
"It's a story group."
"Sex stories?"
"Right. See, I've been thinking that what we've been doing would make a killer
story."
A chill shot down my spine.
"You're not going to announce all this to the entire world, are you?"
She laughed.
"No. I'd do it anonymously. Besides, who would believe all this? But it would
be cool just the same."
"I'm not much of a writer."
"I know, I want to do it. But I don't think I'd do it from my perspective.
There's too much stuff like that already. I was thinking I could write it from
yours."
"Mine?"
"Yeah. I think that would get a lot of people's attention. I bet it would be
popular. I already have the title picked out."
I kissed her forehead.
"Whatever. Just don't get me in trouble."
I went down to the kitchen for a beer, and she appeared a few minutes later.
"Anyway. I was talking to Hayley. She wanted me to ask you if we could go to
her game tonight."
"Tonight?"
"The J.V. squad. She cheers for them, remember?"
"Oh, yeah." Then I had a thought. "This isn't another commando mission, is it?"
She grinned evilly.
"Does that turn you on?"
"Don't joke about stuff like that."
"I told Hayley about that night. She was totally stoked about it."
She watched the horrified look on my face for a second or two and then laughed.
"God, you get embarrassed so easily. No, she's not going to do that. She's not
brave enough. She just wants you to come and watch her."
"Who else will be there?"
"Not my folks, if that's what you're thinking. Hardly anybody I know, to be
honest. Probably just the parents and other underclassmen."
"Okay. What do you have in mind?"
"I'll go get her in about half an hour, then we can drive back over to school."
I went upstairs to change clothes. I was down to my boxer shorts and rooting
through my closet when I felt Marianne embracing me from behind. She pressed
her big breasts against me, feeling my stomach.
"We're going to be late if you keep that up."
She giggled softly.
"I couldn't resist you."
One hand on my stomach slipped under the waistband of my boxers and found my
dick. She began to stroke it gently.
"Now we're really going to be late."
She stopped jerking me off and just hugged me.
"There's something I've been meaning to tell you."
"What?"
I tried to turn around, but she stopped me.
"Just let me say this before I lose my nerve. But you have to promise me you
won't take this the wrong way."
"I'll try."
She was quiet a moment or two.
"That first afternoon that I came over... the magazines and all... do you
remember that?"
I tried to keep my voice level.
"Yes."
"That was bullshit. I wasn't selling magazines. I just wanted to meet you."
My head swam for a second, and I struggled with this revelation. That meant...
well... what the hell did it mean?
"Really."
"Yeah. I didn't intend to do it with you that afternoon, that's not what I
mean. I'd just seen you now and then, driving your Mercedes up and down the
street with the top down. I wasn't sure what it was you did. One day it
occurred to me that you were pretty cute. But you had always been 'the rich guy
at the end of the street,' you know, pretty much out of reach. That afternoon,
I was sitting around the house feeling bored, and I thought, 'How could I go
meet him?' I just happened to see the brochure from when we were raising money
this summer, and I figured that would work."
We had remained how we were, with Marianne leaning against my back. I reached
up and held her hands, which were still on my stomach.
"How did we end up having sex then?"
I couldn't see her, but I could sense her smiling just the same.
"You wanted to see my tits, remember? It never struck you as weird that I didn't
slap you or something? That I just ripped my top off instead?"
"I have to admit I wondered about that."
"It was because I was thinking, 'Whoa, this guy actually likes me.' I was so
wired I wasn't really thinking straight. And when I got home, I kept looking at
that check and not believing what I had just done. It all happened so fast I
almost couldn't believe it, except there was that check. For the next day or
so, I just went around in a daze. I kept thinking about what we did, and how
much fun it had been, even if it hadn't lasted very long. And, I don't know,
the money just made it that much more exciting. That was why I came back the
next night. And why I kept coming back. Not because of the money. Because
being with you was so exciting. So much more than doing anything with Randy."
I took a deep breath.
"Well, I'm glad."
"So, I'm not a hooker. I'm just me, and I love you."
Now I forced my way around to face her. Her face was lined with tension.
"I never thought of you that way. Honestly. I don't know what I was thinking,
but I never looked at it like that. Not with you. I've told you that."
She laid her head on my chest and hugged me tightly.
"Thanks."
"I love you, Kitten. That's all that matters."
"I love you, too."
She let me finished getting dressed and then went home to get Hayley. They
reappeared in Marianne's Bug a few minutes later. Hayley was in the backseat in
her uniform, which looked the same as Marianne's except for a little "J.V."
stitched into the fabric over her left breast.
"Hi, Steve."
"Little Kit."
She rubbed my shoulder.
"Thanks for coming."
"No problem."
Marianne drove us to school, and Hayley soon ran off to join her friends on the
J.V. squad. Marianne and I got a seat near the front to watch her. I kept an
eye out for weird looks from the other spectators, but noticed nothing. I
thought, with no small feeling of irony, that everyone would no doubt assume
Marianne was my daughter.
I bought some peanuts and two drinks from the vending stand and rejoined
Marianne. She laid her head on my shoulder, nuzzling me quickly.
"Thanks."
"It's not a football game without peanuts."
The game started soon thereafter, though I spent more time watching the
cheerleaders than the football. The J.V. squad was not, shall we say, as
pulchritudinous as the varsity girls, and Hayley was far and away the prettiest
of the group. She waved at me once but otherwise stuck to her job.
"Hayley really likes you," Marianne said a few minutes later.
"I know."
"I mean, she *really* likes you. I'm talking boyfriend territory. She's begun
talking about all this like she's your junior girlfriend."
"Is that a problem?"
"It might be, eventually. Not with me, but with other people. She's not...
you've probably noticed this already... she's not the most mature person in the
world."
"She's fifteen."
"Exactly. I've been trying to get a few things across to her, about how I'm
just being nice to her about this, but I don't know how much is sinking in."
"She's not jealous of you?"
"No. Not at all. But she does think of herself as part of this unit now. Not
just Steve and Marianne. To her, it's Steve, Marianne, and Hayley."
"Oh."
"Right. And I don't know where she's going to go with this."
"Disregarding all of the moral and legal issues, do you have a problem with it?"
"No. I've told you that. However weird it might sound, I really don't mind
having her around as long as she understands that I'm number one. Which, so
far, she seems to. I'm just worried that she's going to say something to
someone about this without meaning to. Nobody else knows about you and her.
Not even the other girls on the squad. I've never told any of them."
"Okay."
"And it really drives me crazy sometimes, because if she were eighteen, I think
I would just say, 'Fuck the world. I'm having fun here and I don't care what
anyone thinks about it.'"
"Which you can't do."
"No. And I hate that."
I thought for a few moments.
"What if you told the other girls? How would they react?"
She twisted her mouth pensively.
"I don't know. Giselle wouldn't give a shit. Ashley probably wouldn't care
either. Tiffany... I'd rather leave out of it. She's really distanced herself
from us since that night."
"But Hayley knows about them?"
"Oh, yeah. I've told her all of that."
"Maybe if you told them about Hayley... brought her into this little group...
she might better understand the need for discretion. She would have people to
talk to about it besides you. She wouldn't feel any burning desire to tell
anyone else."
Marianne bit her lip.
"Huh. You know, that might just work."
"Even if we're giving the group stuff a rest for now. Bring her into the
cabal."
She nodded.
"Okay. I will. I think that's a good idea. I'll tell Giselle and Ashley, but
not Tiffany. Hayley can sort of take Tiffany's place. I think they'll actually
like that. From what I can tell, I think they're sort of pissed at her anyway,
for behaving the way she has been."
"That's too bad. I liked her."
Marianne shrugged.
"I think she'll get over herself eventually. But I'm thinking maybe I can fuck
with her a little if she decides she wants back in."
"How?"
She just grinned.
"Let me worry about that."
At halftime, I went looking for a place to take a leak. Having found (on my
prior visit) the field restrooms to be too crowded and poorly maintained for my
taste, I went across the field into the school. When I exited the men's room, I
turned the corner into the hall and ran right into Hayley.
"Oops--hey."
She put her arms around my waist and grinned at me.
"Hi."
I took her hands, intending to free myself, but she refused to let go. I looked
around us in apprehension, but saw that the school appeared deserted.
"What are you up to, Little Kit?"
"I was waiting for you."
"I can see that. Why?"
"Come here."
She let go of my waist but took my arm and pulled me toward a nearby classroom.
I followed her, at least to see what she wanted. She opened the door and pulled
me inside the darkened room. The look in her eyes pretty much told me what she
had in mind.
"Marianne knows. She said it was all right."
"I'm more worried about getting caught."
She pulled me toward the teacher's desk and then sat in the middle of it on the
blotter.
"We won't get caught, jeez. Let me explain."
"Okay."
"This room belongs to my English teacher. I hate her. Last week she gave me
detention for being thirty seconds late because this other teacher wanted to
talk to me after class. She wouldn't cut me any slack even after I had the
other teacher talk to her."
"So you want to have sex on her desk?"
She grinned.
"Yeah. Don't you think that would be cool?"
I glanced toward the door.
"Steve, come on. We don't have to do anything wild. Besides, the longer we
stand here discussing it, the bigger chance we have of getting caught."
She tugged on the waistband of my jeans, looking up at me entreatingly. I gave
in at that point, and bent down to kiss her. She was soon unbuttoning my jeans
and digging into my boxers to find my dick. I pulled her uniform top over her
breasts and took them into my hands. We continued kissing as I tweaked her
nipples and she stroked my stiffening cock. Then she pushed me back a bit and
bent to take me in her mouth. She sucked on me rapidly, swirling her tongue
around the head and glans as I continued to play with her breasts.
She lifted her head and replaced her mouth with her hand.
"Does that feel good?"
I grunted, nodding, and she returned to oral attentions. I stopped caressing
her tits and took her blonde head in my hands, feeling her bobbing up and down.
I glanced again at the door, listening for anyone in the hall.
Finally I pulled her off. Grinning and trying to keep from giggling, Hayley
leaned back and reached under her skirt to slide off her bottoms and panties.
Then she put her legs around my waist and pulled me forward.
I slipped into her easily, as tight as she was, and she wrapped herself around
me. I felt all those tight cheerleading muscles gripping me as I moved rapidly
within her. Hayley sat up to kiss me, and I used my free hand to play with her
firm tits. At this angle, she was almost suspended on my dick, and I lifted her
up a bit to increase the friction, rocking back and forth to rub myself against
her. She whimpered, pulling me closer and biting at my shoulder.
I reached under her skirt, taking that hard cheerleader butt in my hands. Her
little feet rubbed against my ass and thighs, trying to get my further inside
her. I began to lose my grip on the risks we were taking as all my attention
was drawn to that hot, wet, and oh-so- tight pressure around my erection.
Hayley continued to moan and whimper against me, running her hands up my T-
shirt and digging her nails into my back.
Finally, a quiet shudder ran through Hayley's body, she let out a little squeak,
and she bit painfully at my shoulder. I felt her spasming around me, and I
looked down myself fucking this hot little fifteen-year-old blonde, still
dressed in her disarrayed cheerleading outfit as she shuddered in orgasm. I
gave her another four or five rapid thrusts and squirted off deeply inside her.
As the energy of this coupling drained from us, Hayley leaned back on the desk,
and I leaned forward over her, feeling the hard pressure of her tits against my
chest.
I caught my breath as quickly as I could and withdrew. Hayley sat up halfway
but stayed on the desk. She looked down at herself, grinning. I followed her
gaze and realized that she was getting all my come to run out of her onto this
poor teacher's desk.
"Uh."
She giggled.
"This will be *so* cool. I bet she won't even know what it is right away."
Hayley backed up wiping herself clean and then wiping her fingers on the
blotter. Then she hopped off the desk, being careful not to get any semen on
her uniform.
She came up on her tiptoes and kissed me.
"Thanks. That was great."
She shoved her uniform bottoms and panties into my jeans pocket and ran out of
the room, giggling. By the time I got out to the hall, she was too far away to
stop.
I returned to the stands just as the game was getting underway. Marianne was
waiting with a sly smile on her face.
"Where were you all this time?"
"I was detained."
"Uh-huh."
She leaned against me and kissed my neck.
"You knew?"
"She asked."
"Okay. Did she mention this too?"
As discreetly as I could, I showed her Hayley's uniform bottoms. Marianne's
eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, shit. She didn't. Not right after..."
She looked out at the field, where Hayley had rejoined the squad. She regarded
us with a triumphant grin on her face.
"Oh, my God!" Marianne whispered. "I don't believe her! She just--I mean you--"
"Right."
"God! She's crazy!"
Marianne was soon battling hysterical convulsions of laughter, and losing. I
tried to maintain my composure lest some of the other spectators think something
was up.
The game began, but all I could do was watch Hayley leading the cheerleaders,
knowing that her freshly fucked pussy was naked under that short skirt. Once,
after a particularly vigorous cheer, I even saw her reach down and wipe at her
thigh. I was too far away to see for sure, but almost certainly she was trying
to clean off a few last drops of come she hadn't gotten earlier. Beside me,
Marianne kept looking at her sister and dissolving into fits of giggling. I
could tell that Hayley was enjoying our reactions immensely.
When the game was over, I took them home, and we were soon up in the bedroom.
Marianne helped Hayley out of her uniform and then smacked her on the butt as
soon as she was naked.
"Ow!"
Hayley rubbed at the reddened spot and looked at Marianne in confusion.
"That was for upstaging me like that. I can't *believe* you! Right after you--
Jesus! You were doing cheers with cum running down your legs!" Hayley just
grinned at her, then at me. Marianne pushed her down on the bed and returned to
where I was standing.
She pulled off her top and bra and closed with me. I took her big tits in my
hands as I kissed her, moving her around and feeling the weight. She pulled off
my T- shirt, and we took each other's jeans off together.
She dropped to her knees in front of me, taking me deeply into her mouth. I
held her blonde head in my hands and looked up at Hayley. She was playing idly
with herself, two fingers casually exploring her folds as she watched us.
Marianne moved over me in long smooth strokes, pressing me against the back of
her throat until she began to gag, then pulling back to massage the head with
tongue and lips.
I pulled her off and led her to the bed. She lay beside Hayley, and I marveled
again at how much they resembled each other. Not as twins, but as older and
younger versions of the same model.
I crawled between their legs and put one hand in each blonde pussy. I slipped
my middle fingers into each of them, and used my thumbs to play with their
clits. Marianne's kitten tattoo had largely healed, and though I knew she had
already vetoed the idea, I kept thinking how hot it would look if Hayley got
something to match her.
Hayley purred softly as I played with her, rolling her hips against my fingers.
Marianne watched me, and an odd look came into her eyes.
"What?" I asked.
"I can see something weird in your face. Something you want to do with us."
"I'd like to eat you both at once. If we could make it work."
She looked over at her sister and played with Hayley's hair.
"Mmm. I like that idea. Come here."
As I lay on my back near the headboard, Marianne had Hayley kneel over my face
with her back to the wall. She kept one knee down and lifted the other to place
her foot behind my shoulder. Marianne put her knee down next to Hayley's foot
and placed her foot next to Hayley's knee in a reverse of the same position. I
stuffed a couple of pillows under my head, and by having Hayley lean back
against the head board and Marianne push her hips forward, I had two blonde
pussies pressed together over my mouth. I buried myself in this wet flesh and
began to eat.
I had enough room underneath them to stick two fingers into each girl. I probed
between them with my tongue, flicking at two clits at once. They pressed down
against me, moving their hips to open themselves further, stretching out those
toned cheerleader thighs.
They were soon both moaning and writhing above me as I ate and finger-fucked
them both at once. When they occasionally pulled their hips apart, I could see
up between them, seeing two pairs of big tits bumping and rubbing against each
other. Marianne had her head thrown back, though she hung onto the headboard
behind Hayley. Hayley had her arms spread wide along the back of it, back
arched, abdomen heaving and thrusting at my tongue and her sister.
As they had the last time, they seemed to feed off each other's arousal. Both
of them were incredibly wet by now, fluids running out onto my hands as I probed
at them. I pulled them closer, getting one clit on each side of my tongue,
getting them almost close enough to touch. Marianne was humping my fingers as I
ate her now, and Hayley was doing her best, though she was unable to move as
much in her position.
One cried out, then the other, hips thrashed over my mouth, and they came as
one. I ate them furiously, my tongue a blur over their clits. Marianne
suddenly threw herself backwards, freeing her body from my assault. Hayley
lifted up and fell forward across me, resting her head on my thigh. Marianne
lay on the other side, face buried against my neck. I caressed this pile of
adolescent flesh and let them catch their breath.
Marianne recovered first, pulling herself closer to me.
"Meow," she said softly.
"Kitten."
"I liked that."
"I could tell."
She moaned against my shoulder.
"Mmm... wanna fuck?"
I rolled her on her back and slipped into her easily. She lay calmly under me,
doing nothing but wrap her arms around my waist and her legs around mine. I
kissed her deeply, penetrating her from two directions. I pushed more deeply
into her, and she opened her legs, letting me bottom out against her cervix.
She groaned as I pressed the last bit of myself into her.
I heard a girlish giggle next to us and looked over to see Hayley watching.
"Marianne?"
"What?" she gasped.
"Do you think Steve has a big dick? It seems big to me, but I have nothing to
compare it to."
Marianne burst into laughter around her arousal, then hugged me tightly.
"Yes. Yes."
Hayley giggled again, and I went back to making love to her sister. Marianne
seemed more passive than usual, for whatever reason, and her climax took me by
surprise. She began to squeeze me more tightly, then arch her back. I opened
my eyes to see a rictus of agonized pleasure gripping her face, and then felt
her tight twat spasming around my cock. Then, all at once, her body heaved
against me, lifting off the bed with a sharp cry. This tidal wave of passion
was so sudden and intense that I lost control myself, flaming into orgasm inside
her. I grunted, spurting off into her with everything I had.
I rolled off Marianne as soon as I could, lying between her and Hayley. They
snuggled against me, one fitting under each arm.
"I love you," a quiet voice said. I almost answered in turn before I realized
that it was coming in the wrong ear.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
-----------------
Marianne was retaking the SAT's that Saturday, so I had the day to myself. I
was watching football in the den when I saw Hayley appear in the backyard,
apparently having come around through the side gate. She came up and knocked on
the rear door. I waved her in.
"Hi. Is it okay if I use the pool?"
"Go ahead."
"Thanks."
She closed the door, and I watched as she stripped out of her shorts and top,
revealing a yellow string bikini. Her bikini top soon hit the cement, and she
spent a few minutes carefully oiling her chest, giving me a glance or two,
smiling, as she did. That was enough to distract me from the football game.
I got a fresh beer for myself, and another one for her, and went outside. She
lay on her back, firm breasts and rosy nipples pointing toward the sun.
"Are you going to lay out?"
"No. I was thinking we need to have a little talk."
I could see the concern filling her pretty blue eyes.
"This is about the other night?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Everything just felt so good and so right
and... I'm sorry."
I reached out and caressed her hair.
"Nothing is wrong. I'm just worried about Marianne's reaction."
"I'm not trying to break you guys up, honest. It's just that I like you so
much. I've never felt this way about another guy, even if you're so much older
than me."
She looked up at me, eyes moistening. I reached for her, and a moment later she
was in my lap, hugging me, head on my chest. I didn't know what to say to her,
so I just held her. She let go of me a minute or two later.
"I'm sorry I'm being like this. I understand how it is."
"It's all right."
She climbed off my lap and returned to her sun bed.
"Little Kit, look... this is going to sound terribly patronizing, but try to
think about a few things. You're only fifteen, and you've only just started
having sex. It may be that you just need to find a little perspective."
She nodded, not looking at me.
"You think I should have sex with someone else?"
I gritted my teeth. What is it about teenagers that they can turn the most
straightforward logic on its head?
"That isn't quite what I meant, but I guess perspective is where you find it."
"No. You're right. I've been thinking about this. I should be doing it with
someone else, like Marianne is."
That sent a shock down my spine.
"Like she's *what*?"
Hayley's eyebrows went up in confusion at my distress.
"With the other girls. On the squad. Right?"
I fought to still my pounding heart.
"Oh. Yeah. For a second, I thought you meant--"
Hayley laughed.
"Another *guy?* As if. She doesn't even look at other guys anymore. No, what I
meant was that I was thinking of maybe seeing if I'm bi like she is. Just
trying it. Maybe that would give me some perspective."
I struggled with myself again, seeing what I had probably just precipitated. I
started to say something like, "You should only do things you feel comfortable
with," but I stopped myself when I realized how stupid I would sound under the
circumstances. Besides which, I recalled a similar conversation with Marianne.
Best to let these things alone, I thought.
"Anyway," Hayley went on, "you know that Marianne told Ashley and Giselle about
me, right?"
I nodded.
"She mentioned it to me."
"And both of them are bi... so I was just thinking, you know? Why not take
advantage of that? When else could I find out without causing a lot more
trouble?"
I took a swig of beer to help me formulate a proper response. I stared across
the backyard at the big liquidambar tree in the corner, wondering--and not for
the first time--how I had gotten into a situation like this.
"Normally, I think you would have some indication... some inclinations of some
sort... before you did anything."
She was unswayed by my reasoning.
"Marianne said she didn't know until she did it."
"Well, yeah, but..."
"What?"
I found myself laughing softly.
"Do what you want. Don't let me stop you."
She grinned.
"Phat. So can I go call them?"
"Ashley and Giselle?"
"Yeah. Can they come over?"
With Marianne gone? I wasn't sure how she would feel about this. I looked at my
watch--it was three-twenty, and she would be back pretty soon. Presumably I
could keep them all out of bed until she returned.
"Go ahead."
Hayley hopped off her sunbed and ran for the cordless phone I kept by the
barbecue. I went inside and returned to the football game, listening with one
ear to her talking to Giselle, then Ashley. About ten minutes later, she came
back inside, still topless, and dropped to her knees a few feet away from me. I
took in the alluring disarray of her sun-kissed blonde hair and the perfect
teardrop shape of her naked breasts, and I had to force myself not to leap off
the couch and ravish her where she was--which she would certainly have let me
do.
She caught the look in my eye anyway.
"They're coming over in about an hour. I figure Marianne won't be back for a
while either."
I laughed softly.
"Little Kit, a man can only take so much. I'm sorry."
She giggled.
"Do you like Marianne's tat?"
"Very much."
"It looks so cool. I wanna get one too. But she said she'd kill me if I did."
"You're underage. Finding a place to do it might prove difficult."
"Couldn't you pretend to be my dad? How would they know?"
"I think they might wonder why I was letting my fifteen-year-old daughter get a
tattoo below bikini line."
"I don't want to do it there. I want to get it on my butt."
"I don't think that would be much better. What do you want to get?"
"Just a cat face. Not exactly like hers. Have you seen those stickers of like
a Siamese cat head? Something like that."
"Ask her. Work it out between the two of you."
"But would you?"
"If Marianne doesn't mind."
"Cool!"
She jumped forward and hugged me. Again, I had to resist the urge to play with
those wonderful tits of hers.
As it happened, Marianne returned before Ashley and Giselle showed up. Hayley
had by then returned to the pool. Marianne lay down on top of me, blocking the
TV screen, and kissed me.
"Kitten."
"How long has she been here?"
"A couple of hours."
She looked down at me slyly.
"Have you behaved?"
"It's been difficult, but yes."
She stretched out, snuggling with me.
"How was the test?"
"Ugh. I'm brain dead. But I think I did better than last time."
I explained about Hayley's multiple ideas. She seemed to care more about the
second one.
"Would you really help her get a tattoo?"
"I was really just humoring her. I know how you feel about that."
"I'll think about it. I don't know."
She stayed on the couch with me until the doorbell rang.
"That's probably Giselle and Ashley."
"What are we going to do tonight?"
"I'm a little intrigued by what Hayley is going to do. So don't worry.
Whatever happens, happens."
"What about our discussion about limiting the group stuff?"
"I'm suddenly in the mood for some dyke action. Unless you mind."
"No. I guess not."
Giselle and Ashley had arrived with their bathing suits, and the four of them
were soon lounging half- naked (or completely so) around the pool. I contented
myself with admiring all this teenage pulchritude and left them alone.
Something utterly male occurred to me as I was watching them a bit later: I had
all four bra cup sizes represented in my backyard--A (Giselle), B (Ashley), C
(Hayley), and D (Marianne). I wasn't about to say anything, but it made me grin
nonetheless.
Eventually, it began to get dark, and we ordered a couple of pizzas for dinner.
Afterwards, the five of us went back out and climbed into the jacuzzi. Giselle
had brought along some dope, and the bong began circulating. Marianne remained
next to me, under my arm, while Hayley sat between Giselle and Ashley.
Hayley seemed nervous at first, though her eyes were glazed over from the pot.
I felt Marianne playing idly with my dick under the water, and I glanced over at
her, loving the way her big tits floated in the suds around us.
When I looked back, I saw--with some not-so-mild shock- -that Giselle was
kissing Hayley. She had leaned completely around and was now frenching her
eagerly. One hand came up out of the water and began playing with Hayley's
breasts. Hayley remained where she was, not resisting any of it. Ashley just
watched them, smiling.
Giselle came up for air after about a minute, and though Hayley's face and chest
were deeply flushed (whether in embarrassment or arousal I couldn't tell), she
did not seem upset. She gave me nervous grin.
Then Ashley bent over and took Giselle's place, kissing Hayley tenderly and
tweaking her nipples. Hayley reached up to hold Ashley's arm, but otherwise did
nothing.
Marianne was now stroking my erection more purposefully, and she leaned in to
lick my ear.
"Is this getting you hot?"
"Yes."
She purred in my ear, then submerged, lowering her head to my lap. I felt her
taking me in her mouth a moment later. Giselle saw her do it and laughed,
reaching out with her foot to feel what Marianne was doing.
Ashley stopped kissing Hayley and leaned back to look at us. She giggled, then
nudged Hayley.
"Sit up on the edge."
Hayley complied, lifting up out of the water. The two girls closed with her on
either side, each one taking a firm breast in her mouth. Hayley gritted her
teeth as she looked at me, still nervous but obviously very turned on.
Marianne surfaced for air and inspected the situation briefly. Then she
submerged again. Her attentions were strangely affecting, because she couldn't
do as much as she could with a normal blow job. The friction was changed, and
she couldn't move as freely. But the novelty of what she was doing was enough.
Giselle now lowered herself further, sinking between Hayley's legs. Hayley let
out a little cry when Giselle began to eat her, and grabbed at Giselle's head.
Ashley continued suckling Hayley's wonderful tits, all the while tweaking the
nipple she wasn't sucking on.
Marianne surfaced again, took a breath, and submerged. Hayley's eyes were
locked on mine, as if she were trying to draw me into her experience. She held
both girls close to her, whimpering and writhing against them. Giselle and
Ashley switched places, and Giselle rose up to kiss Hayley. Hayley responded
this time, sliding her arm around Giselle's neck.
I knew Ashley had more experience than Giselle did, and I could tell Hayley was
quickly discovering this fact. She leaned back, pumping her hips at Ashley's
face. Giselle climbed out of the water and behind Hayley to support her. As
Ashley ate Hayley eagerly, Giselle kissed her and played with her tits from
behind.
Meanwhile, Marianne was rapidly getting me off, bobbing and sucking as best she
could underwater. I groped at her, finding her big tits floating free in the
water, squeezing them. She responded by moving even faster. I watched Hayley
closely, watching for the signs of her impending orgasm. Her legs began to
shake around Ashley's head, and she arched her back against Giselle.
Both hands went to fists in Ashley's red hair. As I saw her start to shudder in
climax, I lost it myself, spurting off into Marianne's mouth. She sucked up my
sperm insatiably, gulping it down as it came. I felt her pumping out the last
bits with her fist, and only then did she finally surface for air.
She rose up, pressing herself against me and hugging me.
"How was that?"
"Great," I gasped.
I looked past her shoulder to see Hayley embracing Ashley and Giselle. The two
older girls giggled to each other at what they had done and helped Hayley back
into the pool.
We rested for a few minutes before heading inside and up to the bedroom. The
girls dried each other off with much giggling and laughter, and the five of us
were soon lounging on my bed.
With Hayley resting against me, the other three girls turned to each other.
Marianne gave me a smoldering look and crawled across the bed on her hands and
knees, moving like a cat. She looked at Giselle, licking her lips, then dove
forward to kiss her. They frenched each other roughly for a few seconds before
Marianne withdrew, then darted forward to lick and nibble at Giselle's breasts.
She glanced at me once, smiling, but continued.
She curled herself around, still on all fours, and bent to lick at Giselle's
neatly trimmed pussy. Giselle arched her back, giggling, but let her do it.
Marianne licked her eagerly, almost fucking with Giselle with her tongue, all
the while glancing over to check my reaction.
With Marianne thus occupied, Ashley and Giselle came together at the top of the
bed. They kissed and fondled each other as Marianne ate Giselle. Ashley was
soon squatting over Giselle's mouth, and Giselle cupped Ashley's buttocks in her
hand as she licked up at her.
Hayley came to life at this point, sliding up to kiss me. I played with her
lovely tits for an all-too-short moment, and then she was down between my legs,
sucking on my still aching dick. Marianne watched this development, grinning at
me as best she could while still licking Giselle rapidly. She seemed to want to
join us somehow, and a moment later, she did.
Hayley was down next to her now, and Marianne reached up between her legs,
stroking her gently. Hayley looked around to see who was doing it and then gave
me a nervous glance. But she stayed where she was and let Marianne continue.
Marianne was not quite fingering her sister--she was really just stroking idly
between Hayley's thighs, playing with her. All five of us were connected now,
Ashley to Giselle to Marianne to Hayley to me, even if it was too soon for me to
get much out of it. Giselle suddenly began thrashing in orgasm from what
Marianne was still doing to her, and Ashley joined her a few seconds later. She
threw herself to the side, ending up across my chest, and Marianne rose up from
between Giselle's thighs. Hayley watched all this but continued trying to
reawaken my dick.
I ran my fingers through Ashley's hair, and she lifted up a little to kiss me.
I probed at the stud in her tongue, and she responded by sticking it into my
mouth. I felt Marianne joining Hayley, and the two them worked on me
diligently. I played with Ashley's little breasts for a few seconds before I
felt Hayley and Marianne giggling. I looked up to see Giselle at the end of the
bed, alternately licking and fingering the two of them.
The sight of all this finally restored my erection, which Marianne and Hayley
sucked on eagerly. Then Marianne withdrew.
"I just realized something."
"What's that, Kitten?"
"Giselle is the only one of the four of us who you haven't fucked in the ass."
Ashley let out a shriek of laughter, and I glanced down toward Giselle. Her
eyes had widened in apprehension, but she didn't seem repulsed.
"Guys, fuck... I don't know about that."
"Come on, girl," Ashley said, still laughing, "you have to. All the rest of us
did."
Marianne hopped off the bed and ran for the massage oil. Ashley went to
Giselle, pulling her toward the bed. Hayley had continued to suck me, but
watched all this eagerly.
"It's not as bad as you think. You just have to relax. I'll help you get off
if you want."
"How?"
Ashley returned to the bed and reversed herself. She reached for Giselle and
got her to crouch above her in a sixty-nine position just as Marianne appeared
with the oil. Marianne squirted some into her hand and began lubricating
Giselle's butt just as Ashley pulled her down and began licking up at her.
Giselle clenched her teeth, moaning. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"
Marianne gestured to me, and Hayley finally let go of my cock. I slid to the
end of the bed, and Marianne applied a generous dose of oil to my erection. I
stood behind Giselle. Ashley's head was between her knees, and she gave Giselle
a long lick, exposing the stud in her tongue and wiggling it against Giselle's
clit, before grinning up at me.
"Hi."
Marianne took my dick and guided it into Giselle, whose back was arched in
anticipation. She cried out at the first contact, throwing her long chestnut
locks back over her shoulders. I pushed forward gently, slipping into her. I
felt her sphincter relaxing, clenching around me, then relaxing again.
She grunted, gasping for breath.
"Shit! Fuck!" She let out a guttural cry of arousal and disorientation, pushing
herself back at me.
Underneath us, Ashley was licking eagerly up at her girlfriend. Marianne
returned to the bed beside the two of them, sliding back against the pillows and
headboard to watch us. Hayley remained at the foot, closest to me, and leaned
around to watch what I was doing.
Giselle squatted down further, stretching herself open as I hit bottom. I moved
in her slowly, letting her get used to this invasion and letting Ashley warm her
up from below. Giselle's hips began to rock between the two of us as she lost
herself in this new experience.
I looked back at Marianne, seeing that she was playing with herself as she
watched. Hayley was still beside me, but she lay back down on her side,
propping her head up on her elbow. She had ended up between Marianne's knees,
and she looked back and forth between me and what Marianne was doing.
I closed my eyes, feeling myself plumbing the depths of Giselle's bowels,
pressing against her hard cheerleader butt. Her buttocks spread further as I
pushed into her, and I heard her grunting again. I sped my movements, and
Giselle responded in kind, moving her hips faster over Ashley's tongue.
I looked back at Hayley and Marianne, and my eyes widened at what I was seeing.
Hayley hadn't moved from her spot near the end of the bed, and she continued to
watch me, but her left arm had come up to help Marianne get off. Marianne was
still frigging herself, and relatively speaking, Hayley was scarcely touching
her. Her hand simply rested on Marianne's thigh. Only her thumb was really
doing anything, sticking out to stroke Marianne's clit. She grinned at me
nervously, and I looked up at Marianne. She licked her lips, leering at me, too
aroused to do anything else.
I thrust at Giselle more roughly now, and she let out a hoarse cry. I could see
Ashley below us, still licking rapidly up at Giselle. Giselle began to shudder,
shaking in my grip, and was soon shrieking in arousal through her clenched
teeth. Ashley lifted up to get closer at her and slipped two fingers into
Giselle's thus-far ignored pussy.
That was enough to push Giselle over the edge, and her sphincter bit down hard
on my dick. I thrust against the pressure anyway, burying myself into her, and
forced my cum into her bowels. She fell forward and I went with her, burying
Ashley underneath us. I glanced over just in time to see Marianne shuddering in
orgasm herself. Hayley was still there, finishing her off with a busy thumb.
We rested for a while after that, and Hayley appeared with a wet washcloth to
clean me off. It seemed to me that she had gotten the least amount of attention
tonight, so I pulled her up above me to kiss her. She let me, giggling, and
then crawled up further to present her wonderful tits to my mouth. As the other
three watched, I brought Hayley off with tongue and fingers few minutes later.
When Hayley climbed off my head, Marianne crawled into my arms, and -- honest to
God -- I somehow dozed off with four naked teenagers still in my bed. Marianne
nudged me awake, however long I had been out.
"You're missing this."
I tried to get my bearings and looked around the room. Giselle was lying next
to me, and, lo and behold, Hayley was down between her legs, licking gently
away. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be trying to concentrate
entirely on what she was doing. Ashley was propped up on one arm watching, and
she glanced over at me once, smiling.
I was too tired to do anything but watch. Giselle writhed slowly on the bed,
pinching and pulling on her nipples. Hayley's tongue dipped and fluttered
around her clit, and if she seemed somewhat tentative, I could tell it was more
from inexperience than reluctance.
Marianne nuzzled my neck, purring.
"I knew this was going to happen," she whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"It's always been like this. Whatever I'm into, Hayley wants to tag along with.
I should have known it would be the same way once she started having sex."
I snickered, watching Hayley bringing Giselle off. Giselle began to roll her
hips at Hayley's face, and Hayley licked at her more rapidly. Finally, a long
shudder ran through Giselle's abdomen, and she pushed Hayley away, still
twitching and shivering. Hayley sat back on her knees and wiped her mouth
quickly. She saw me watching and grinned.
"Let her get the tat," Marianne said softly. "Just as long as it's not the same
as mine. She's part of this now."
I hugged her.
"Whatever you want, kitten."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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Marianne and Hayley had some family function to attend on Sunday, so I didn't
see the girls again for a few days. Marianne came by on Wednesday, and after an
hour or so in bed, told me how she and Hayley had been discussing her tattoo.
With the possibility suddenly open, Hayley was now having some second thoughts.
But Marianne later called me Thursday night to tell me it was on.
"So, I was thinking we could all go out tomorrow night and do it."
"The three of us?"
"Right. We can go back to the same place I went to. It's pretty clean.
Nothing sleazy at all."
"You really think this will work? What if they want to see some ID?"
"How about if we pretend to be your stepdaughters? Would that work?"
I laughed. I had been using that idea often enough so far.
"It's worth a try. Worst they can say is no."
"Phat. Anyway, I was thinking."
"What about, Kitten?"
"Would you care if I got a belly ring? To go with the tat?"
I thought about that for a moment and realized that I liked the idea.
"A basic one, right? Nothing big and obnoxious?"
"Right. Not a big stud. A little gold ring."
"I think that would look hot."
"Okay. I haven't decided, but I'm thinking about it."
She and Hayley were waiting for me when I got home the next day. For once,
Marianne left her Bug at home and let me drive. We went to dinner first, at the
same bar & grill we had gone to the night I got Marianne's car. The tattoo
parlor was down by the beach, near the University, and by the time we got there,
the place was packed with students milling around watching the action. Only a
few people were getting worked on, though, and I got the attention of one of the
artists after we had been there a few minutes.
"My stepdaughter wants to get a tattoo."
He looked Hayley and me over for a moment.
"She's underage?"
"Right."
"You have to sign a form first."
"No problem."
He dug around behind the counter until he found the requisite form, which I
filled out and signed. I wondered if I was committed a crime by doing this, but
if I were, it was certainly less serious than everything else I had been up to
lately.
Hayley produced the design she wanted, a cartoon cat sticker I had often seen
decorating the back windows of other people's cars, wherever it came from. She
explained how she wanted something much smaller but in the same motif.
The artist led us behind the counter and had Hayley sit in a contraption that
looked like an upright weight bench, facing away from him. She loosened her
jeans and exposed the spot where she wanted the tat. Marianne and I stood with
her as the artist finished the preparations.
Hayley let out a little squeak of pain when he started, squeezing my hand
tightly. Marianne brushed the hair back from Hayley's face, looking down in
sympathy.
"I told you it was going to hurt, short stuff."
Hayley whimpered, closing her eyes.
"Did you decide about the belly ring?" I asked.
Marianne grinned.
"Yeah. I want to get it. Is that okay?"
"Sure."
Luckily for poor Hayley, she had picked a simple design, and the artist was done
in about ten minutes. It looked pretty cute, and Hayley twisted around to
examine it as best she could when he held up a mirror for her.
"What do you think?" she asked me.
"Looks great."
"It looks good," Marianne said. "I like it."
The artist bandaged her up, and Hayley pulled her jeans over the square of
gauze. She winced when she buttoned them up and pulled the waistband a bit
higher. Marianne tried to comfort her again, hugging her with one arm.
"Okay. I want to get the belly ring," Marianne told the artist.
After she displayed her driver's license, he repositioned the bench and had her
lie down on her back. She picked out the ring she wanted, and after
disinfecting her navel, he slipped the ring into a piercing gun. Marianne
closed her eyes and held my hand tightly. She jerked once, squishing my hand,
when the artist shot the ring into place. Then she sat up to examine it.
She giggled.
"That looks so cool."
It did, and it gave a definite "bad girl" cast to her otherwise wholesome blonde
beauty. I realized as I looked at her that it didn't really change how she
looked as much as it brought out more of her real self. Marianne *looked* a lot
more straitlaced and normal than she really was, and now that she was legally an
adult, I suspected that she was taking the opportunity to express herself more
than she could have previously.
The artist explained about maintaining the piercing until it healed, and then I
paid him for the two operations. We left for home at about ten. Hayley
squirmed in her seat the entire way back, unable to get comfortable with a new
tattoo on her butt.
We regrouped in the den, and I gave them both a couple of Advil to deal with the
pain. Hayley finally pulled off her jeans and lay on her stomach on the floor.
Marianne squatted in front of the TV and began digging through my collection of
videotapes.
'What are you doing, Kitten?"
"I feel like watching a porno."
Hayley perked up at this.
"You have pornos?"
"He has a bunch. You wanna watch one?"
"Sure."
Not waiting for my opinion, the two of them sifted through the stack of tapes
for about a minute before selecting one of those slick Andrew Blake films.
Marianne slipped it into the VCR and then lay back against me on the couch.
Hayley stayed on the floor but scooted up as close to the TV as she could get.
We had been watching the movie for about half an hour (shortly after Hayley
observed, "This has, like, no plot at all. It's just sex." "That's the stuff
this guy makes," I explained) when the doorbell rang. Whoever it was then began
pounding on the front door.
"What the fuck?" Marianne said.
I stopped the tape and got off the couch. Marianne followed tentatively about
ten feet behind me, with Hayley hiding behind her. I looked out the peephole.
It was some kid, but the light was off and I couldn't see anything else.
I turned on the light and opened the door. I then saw who it was, and realized
instantly what was going on, but Marianne, as it happened, was the first one to
say anything.
"Oh, Jesus!" she exclaimed in disgust. "Randy, what the fuck are you doing
here?"
He was drunk, and if the smell of liquor on his breath was not enough of a tip-
off, he held a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels in his fist. For some reason,
it wasn't anger I felt at that moment, but pity.
He staggered, pointing his finger at me.
"You think you're so fucking great with all your money. I know you're just
using her. You don't love her like I do. She'll figure that out one day."
I shook my head, but again Marianne responded before I could.
"Randy, Jesus Christ. You loved fucking me, that was all. You loved showing me
off to all your friends. All I was to you was a piece of arm candy."
Marianne had come up to within a few feet of the door, but Hayley, apparently
realizing the diceiness of this situation, had disappeared back into the den.
Randy spluttered.
"I loved you, goddamnit. I did. And now I have to listen to everyone at school
talking about him, laughing at me behind my fucking back. All because I don't
have money like he does. Well, I'm going to be big some day! You're going to
fucking regret dumping me for him!"
"You're not going to do it behaving like this," I said.
He swung his finger back around at me again.
"You just shut the fuck up! I don't have to listen to you!"
Marianne laughed in his face.
"You're so pathetic, Randy. If you think I'd ever come back to you after this,
you're even dumber than I thought."
His nostrils flared, and he panted for breath a few times.
"How can you say that after what we had?" he blubbered. "You just lose it to me
and move on? Was that all it was?"
She laughed even harder now.
"Randy, sorry, but that was bullshit. You weren't my first. I just told you
that because you were so uptight about being a virgin."
His face reddened.
"Okay. I get it. You just fuck your way around town, huh? I was just a pit
stop." He glared at me. "You just wait. She'll do the same thing to you when
she gets sick of you. Just watch."
"I think you'd better go now," I said.
"Yeah. I'll go. I'm gonna tell everyone what a fucking whore your girlfriend
is."
*That* was enough to finally piss me off. I took a step toward him, and he
staggered back down the porch. Marianne grabbed my arm before I got any
further.
"Steve, don't. Don't listen to him."
She glared down at Randy, who was now trying to keep from falling into the hedge
along the walkway.
"You go ahead, Randy. You tell people whatever you want. I'll tell them how
you showed up here all drunk and pussy-whipped begging me to come back to you.
Who do you think is going to look worse?"
I wasn't so far out of high school as to be unable to envision what a story like
that would do to Randy's standing among his male friends, whatever he chose to
say about Marianne. I couldn't help grinning slightly.
Randy stood fuming on the walkway for a few seconds. Marianne stepped to the
edge of the porch and waved her arm toward the street.
"Get out of here, dammit! Before I have Steve call the cops."
"Call the fucking cops! I'll tell them what you've been doing with him."
Marianne scoffed.
"I'm eighteen now, or did you miss that one? They won't do a fucking thing
besides arrest you for being drunk and underage."
Randy gave her, and me, a final glare, and stumbled back down the driveway. I
watched until he was gone. Marianne drifted into the house, rubbing her
forehead, and I shut the door.
"Shit. That *asshole*."
I hugged from behind.
"You think he'll cause trouble at school?"
"I doubt it. What can he do? He's already been talking shit about me anyway.
Everyone knows he's just upset because I dumped him for you."
I saw Hayley emerging from the den, still in her T- shirt and panties, distress
marring her pretty face.
"Is everything okay?"
"It's all right," Marianne said. "It was just Randy being a baby."
She took my hand and led me upstairs. We lay down and she lay alongside of me.
Hayley lay on the other side and snuggled under my arm.
"How's your butt?" I asked her.
"Still sore. I don't think I'm in any shape to do anything tonight."
I hugged her.
"It's not a problem."
She sat up.
"I think I'm just going to go home. I'm kind of tired. Is that okay?"
Marianne rolled on her back.
"Be careful when you get home, short stuff. If Mom finds out about that tat,
all kinds of shit will hit the fan."
"I know. I will be."
She kissed me goodbye and then left. Marianne stayed next to me on the bed.
When Hayley was gone, I rolled on my side and kissed her, reaching up to play
with her big tits. She returned the kiss for about a minute before pushing me
back.
"Do you remember what I said about Tiffany last week?"
"Refresh my memory."
"How I said I wanted to fuck with her if she decided she wanted back into this?"
"Oh. Yeah."
"Well, she does. She's been getting all chummy with me again this week. I told
her I didn't want her back over here if she thought she was too good for us, and
she kind of threw a hissy fit."
"What are you going to do?"
"What I thought of doing is making her my sex slave for one night. Just to push
her buttons. See how badly she wants this. Would you like that?"
My eyebrows rose slightly.
"Sex slave how?"
"Just tie her up a little, blindfold her, make her go down on me. Nothing
really serious. Maybe spank her a little. That kind of stuff."
I laughed.
"Where is this coming from?"
"I just thought it would be cool. Do you wanna?"
"If she's willing. Not if you're coercing her somehow."
"I won't be. I'll just tell her what's involved and what she has to do. I
think she'll do it. She's always been sort of into that Goth, S&M kind of
thing, you know? You've seen all the piercings she's got. She did those fucking
things herself, can you believe that? She pierced her own fucking clit."
"She told me. When?"
"Tomorrow night? I'll call her in the morning."
"Works for me."
We recoupled, and I began undressing her. When I had her down to her panties, I
paused to look her, taking in the effect of her new belly ring. She slipped her
panties off to expose the kitten tat and lay there grinning up at me. Her
stomach was smooth and athletic, and the ring drew my gaze from her beautiful
breasts down toward her pretty blonde twat. The ginger kitten winked at me on
the way down.
"Do you like it?"
"You're the sexiest thing on Earth. I mean it."
She smiled.
"I want to tell you something. Just in case you're still thinking about Randy."
"I'm not."
"Just let me say this. Randy did not love me, never mind what he said tonight.
He's just too dumb to know that. Randy never looked at me like you do, like
you're doing now. It was all drooling and hard-ons with him. He had no
patience at all. He never saw *me,* not the way you can. I think all he ever
saw was my tits."
"I'm sorry."
"This is why I love you, not because you've given me all this stuff. You make
me feel safe and protected. I know you care about me, the real me. Randy
didn't. I always felt like I had to defend myself from him on some level, you
know, because he never gave much thought to what I wanted. You do."
"I try."
"No, you do. You really do. I know I can trust you. I've never really felt
like that about anyone else. And I will never do to you what I did to Randy,
like he said. Never."
I caressed her face, looking down into her big blue eyes.
"I know that, Kitten."
"Because I love you more than anything."
I bent down to kiss her, and she put her arms tightly around my neck. She
writhed against me, pulling me closer. I wasn't completely undressed yet, but
she made short work of the few clothes I had left. She whimpered through her
nose as we kissed, almost hurting each other with our mouths. She grabbed for
my erection as soon as it was exposed, and I crawled above her, slipping into
her easily.
She wrapped herself around me, holding tight, moving as I moved. We continued
kissing, sucking at each other from two directions. I rolled over, pulling her
on top of me. She pulled up her knees to sit on me, then reared back, gripping
her breasts in her hands. She moved her hips back and stretched her thighs out
to the side, letting me probe even further inside her. I thrust up, lifting her
up on my cock. She groaned, rocking herself back and forth as she twisted her
nipples slowly.
She rode me in a steady rhythm, and I held myself up for her, caressing her
thighs. Her motions became less controlled and more spasmodic as she neared her
release, jerking and humping at me. A series of convulsions began to wrack her
body, and she thrashed uncontrollably over me, finally throwing herself forward
with a sharp cry and spraying her long blonde hair all over my face.
She let out a little whimper, still twisting over my erection.
"Now you."
She fell slowly to the side, and I rolled back on top of her. She spread
herself open for me, urging me in as deeply as I could get. I felt myself
bottoming out against her cervix, and she shuddered at the contact. She was so
wet and ready now that would scarcely have felt her were she not also so tight.
She squeezed herself, pinching the base of my cock. I withdrew slowly,
relishing the wonderful feel of her, then plunged back in.
I fucked her with long, slow strokes, trying to control myself, until my balls
were aching with sperm. I sped my thrusts, and Marianne suddenly spiked up at
me, digging her nails in to my back and came again. I released the brakes now,
hammering into her as the cum began to boil at the base of my cock. I let out a
grunt just as her orgasm was subsiding, and shot what must have been a gallon of
sperm inside her.
We lay together, holding each other, for a while afterward. We said nothing,
but little seemed to need saying. We made love again a bit later, and then she
went home.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
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I was reading the paper and enjoying a cup of coffee beside the pool the next
morning when the phone rang. I normally didn't like to be bothered on Saturday
mornings, but lately Marianne had taken to calling me just to see what I was up
to, so I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Can I speak to Steven Chandler please?"
"Speaking. What can I do for you?"
"Well, I'm hoping you can make my day, Steve."
The voice was feminine, husky, throaty, and vaguely familiar, but I couldn't
quite place it.
"Uh, could I ask who is calling?"
"Oh, Steve. Are you telling me you've forgotten your first piece of ass?"
I gasped.
"Oh, my God. Mary Jo?"
"In the flesh. How are you?"
"Stunned. To what do I owe the honor of this call?"
"Well, I'd like to say I've been pining after you all these years, but I don't
think my husband and children would appreciate that. I'm calling because I'm on
the All Saints Reunion Committee, and I am just heartbroken to see that you
haven't RSVP'd yet. I know you live just up the coast, so you can't plead
distance. I was hoping I could talk you into coming next week."
My 25th high school reunion was a week away, and although I had been getting
invitations and information in the mail, I hadn't given much thought to going.
These things generally struck me as little more than "Look How Successful I've
Become" affairs, and I had always liked to think I was above that sort of
nonsense, no matter how successful I *had* actually become.
Of course, my high school experience also had something to do with it. I was
largely a geek and a loner back then, hanging out exclusively with my pothead
friends. Mary Jo had been about the only girl who gave me the time of day.
Going to the first few reunions by myself while more and more of my former
classmates showed up with spouses only brought back those feelings of
alienation, even if I now dated fairly regularly.
"So what do you say, Steve? Surely you've got something you want to show off?"
Yeah, right, I thought. Look at my car, my Rolex, my gir--
No. Oh, shit. Could I really do that? Did I really have the balls? Could I
actually show up at this thing with an eighteen-year-old girl on my arm? I would
be defining every single stereotype about the middle-aged bachelor. Every woman
at the reunion would either laugh at me or want to slip a knife between my ribs.
But the men--oh, dear God. The reactions I would get would be priceless.
Mary Jo was still waiting for an answer.
"Steve?"
"Uh, sorry. I was woolgathering for a moment." I took a long breath. "Yeah, I
guess I can make it. Count me in."
"Great. You won't regret this."
Mary Jo probably thought she knew why I was laughing, but she didn't.
Marianne appeared about an hour later. She wore jeans and another spandex baby
tee shirt, this one in neon hey-check-this-shit-out orange. She carried a
spiral notebook, and after giving me a big kiss, showed me what she had.
"It's chapter one of our story."
I opened the notebook and began to read:
I was watching football one Saturday afternoon when the doorbell rang. I don't
get a lot of unannounced visitors, so I was fairly sure that this was another
solicitor of some sort. I peeked through the peephole and saw that I was
probably right. It appeared to be some teenage girl.
What followed was a fairly raunchy recounting of that first afternoon, when
Marianne had come by pretending to sell magazines. I finished it in a few
minutes, though I had to shift in my chair to free my stiffening dick.
"What do you think?"
"Very descriptive."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes. Why are you pretending to be me again?"
"Because if I write it as me, I'll get ten thousand e- mails from guys wanting
to have sex with me."
"What are you going to do with it now?"
"I want to type it onto your computer and then post it."
"You can't use my AOL account for something like this."
"Oh, I know. I've already set up an anonymous account somewhere else. Don't
worry."
She ran upstairs, and when I went up about twenty minutes later to get dressed
for the day, she was just finishing up. I watched her log on to some web site,
copy the story onto a form, and then post it.
"There. All done."
She lifted out of the chair and pecked me on the lips.
"I wouldn't have pegged you for a computer geek. If that's the term they use
these days."
Her forehead creased in amusement.
"It's nothing geeky. Everybody knows how to do stuff like this now. We use
computers in about half our classes at school. "
She continued playing around with my computer while I got dressed. When I came
out of the dressing area, I found her lying on her back on my bed inspecting her
hair for split ends.
"Anything happen with Tiffany?" I asked.
"I left a message for her before I came over here. Her mom said she was out at
her little sister's soccer game."
"What did you say?"
"I told her I wanted to tie her daughter up and fuck her." She giggled. "What
do you think I said? I just asked her to call me."
I lay down beside her.
"I've got a favor to ask you. I'll understand completely if you don't want to
do this, because I know you're a little sensitive about this issue."
She rolled on her side and looked at me.
"What?"
"My 25th high school reunion is next weekend. I got a call from a woman I used
to know this morning trying to talk me into going."
Her eyes widened a little, and I could see the wheels turning behind them.
"And you want me to go?"
"If you're okay with it. If not, fine."
She looked down at the bed. She didn't say anything for a few moments.
"If I go... it's going to attract a lot of attention, isn't it?"
"Yes. No point in trying to pretend it won't."
She looked up at me now, and a tinge of resentment colored her face.
"I am not going to make a spectacle of myself. I really, really, hope you don't
want to do this just to show me off. Randy used to like to do that, and it
hurt, okay? It really hurt sometimes. If that's all you want, you can buy
yourself a blow-up doll and take her."
I pulled her to me, hugging her.
"I don't. That's not it. I don't care what they think. I haven't even gone to
the last three or four reunions because it's always like that. I think most
people go just to show something off, like how rich they've gotten or how thin
they've kept themselves. But I was thinking we could have some fun with this.
If I show up with you, it will upstage everything. No one will care about
anything else, and everyone who showed up to show off will be out of luck."
Her face took on a pensive expression, but she didn't say anything.
"Look. I kind of would like to go, and if I do, I'd like to take you. But if
you go, it *will* create a spectacle. Nothing either of us can do will change
that. So we might as well milk it for some entertainment value."
She stared hard into my eyes.
"Tell me that you don't want to do this to show me off to your friends."
"I don't want to do this to show you off. And these people are not my friends.
I haven't kept in touch with any of them."
"So why do you want to go?"
"Curiosity. Nostalgia. I don't know. Maybe because the woman who called this
morning was the girl I lost my virginity to."
Her eyes lit up.
"Really? The one you told me about before? The Led Zeppelin concert?"
"Yes. And she's married with kids, so don't worry about her carrying a torch
for me."
She bit her lip.
"That might be interesting, meeting her. I don't know. What would you want me
to do?"
"Only what you were comfortable with."
She sighed and thought for a moment.
"I want to go with you. And, I guess, if I do, I shouldn't act like I have
anything to be ashamed of."
"No."
"I think I see what you're saying. I could go and act all embarrassed, which
would just confirm all the nasty things people would be thinking. Or I could go
and dress up and have fun and show them I don't care what they think. That I
know what they're thinking, and I don't give a shit."
"Right."
A smile spread across her face.
"I like this idea."
She sat up, and the grin got wider. I watched her eyes losing their focus as
she gave it more thought.
"You know, I think this could be cool. Really, really, really cool."
She giggled.
"Uh-oh," I said.
She giggled again and then rolled over to pin me down.
"I am going to turn myself into the most outrageous piece of arm candy you have
ever seen. They will never know what hit them."
"Oh, Jesus."
"No, don't you see? If we hold back at all, it's just bowing to all their
prejudices and bullshit. I'm going to throw all that right back in their
faces."
"But classy, okay? This is a coat-and-tie reception."
"Right. I won't dress like a hooker. But I'm going to show off as much as I
can without breaking the law."
She dropped down and kissed me vigorously, pressing her big tits against my
chest.
"Now let me go see if Tiff is home so we can get ready for tonight."
She hopped off the bed and ran out the front door. I lay there wondering what I
had just precipitated.
Marianne returned about fifteen minutes later and informed me that Tiffany had,
in fact, agreed to show up and submit to her for one night. And she apparently
hadn't required a lot of convincing, either.
So the two of us set about straightening up the house and gathering the things
Marianne thought she would need. We went out and bought a few dozen scented
candles ("I want to put them all over the house and then shut off the lights."),
some silk scarves, a blindfold, a pair of novelty handcuffs, and (this one
surprised me, which made Marianne laugh), a set of nipple clips, which we got in
a store near the University.
Marianne went home for a few hours after that so as not to be gone the entire
day, then returned around eight, having told her parents she was going out with
Tiffany. Which, of course, she was, in a way. She arrived carrying a gym bag
on her shoulder.
"What's in there?"
"I want to dress up a little for this. Plus I have a couple of things for
Tiff."
The bag contained a rolled-up dress bag and two pairs of hold-up stockings, one
white and one black. The dress bag held an off-white silk cocktail dress, a
sort of kimono-like wrap with a deep neckline. She smiled at my raised
eyebrows.
"I saw it one day and liked it. I figured I would wear it the next time we went
out."
"I like it."
"You have to dress up, too. Then we'll have Tiff be our slave."
I set up the candles around the house while she got dressed. The doorbell rang
about ten minutes later. I went to get it, but it wasn't Tiffany.
Instead, it was a delivery boy from a service that handled take-out orders from
a lot of the local restaurants. And he had arrived with a complete dinner from
Bernardo's. I brought it into the kitchen just as Marianne reappeared in her
dress. She grinned at me.
"That's for us. Tiff is going to serve us a romantic dinner."
I laughed.
"This should be interesting."
"Yep. Now go get ready."
I went upstairs, and just as I was finishing with my tie, I heard the doorbell
ring again. From the voices I heard down below, it was apparently Tiffany.
When I descended to the first floor, I didn't immediately see them. All the
lights were off, and the house was lit entirely by candlelight. I heard their
voices behind the door of the first floor guestroom, so I found a bottle of
Chianti in my wine closet and opened it.
The girls came out after a few minutes. Tiffany was naked except for the black
stockings and the nipple clips that hung from her pretty breasts, a nice
accompaniment to the studs in her navel and clit. I noticed a moment later, for
it was hard to see at first in the dim candlelight, that she had also shaved her
pubic hair.
Marianne smiled.
"You see it?"
"Yes."
"I told her to do it. She's not blonde or red-haired, so I thought you would
like it."
"I do."
She turned to Tiffany.
"All right, slave, serve us our dinner."
Marianne and I sat down as Tiffany unpacked the delivery order. She organized
everything carefully and then set it on the table in front of us. Then she
poured the wine and stepped back.
"Kneel on the floor in case we need you," Marianne said.
Tiffany dropped to her knees, keeping her eyes down. Her breathing was heavier
than it should have been, and her chest was flushed deep red. Her hands kept
squirming in her lap. I couldn't tell if she was turned on or just embarrassed.
Or both.
I felt Marianne's foot caressing my leg.
"Don't worry. She's enjoying this. Aren't you, slave?"
Tiffany nodded, but said nothing. We ate slowly, and the food was quite good.
Throughout the meal, Marianne kept giving Tiffany little instructions and
directions, with which Tiffany complied without a peep of protest. When we were
done, she cleared the dishes and piled them in the sink. She fetched the
dessert Marianne had ordered out of the refrigerator, but when she went for the
plates, Marianne stopped her.
"No. Serve us yourself, slave. Come here."
Tiffany glanced at the two of us in confusion, but brought the little container
of tiramisu over to the table. Marianne plucked the nipple clips from Tiffany's
breasts and dug a scoop of the pastry out with her finger. She placed it on
Tiffany's left tit, which was just full and upturned enough to hold it.
"Serve him."
Tiffany approached me, offering her breast. I took it in my mouth, sucking the
dessert off and licking her nipple until it was clean.
"Now me," Marianne said.
Tiffany placed another serving of tiramisu on her other breast, then presented
it to Marianne. She licked it off slowly, watching my reaction and Tiffany's.
We finished the dessert like that, making a gooey mess of Tiffany's breasts. I
could see her fighting a grin at this, and relaxed a little. However she was
acting, she appeared to be having fun here.
Marianne licked her fingers clean when we were done.
"Clean yourself up, slave, then present yourself upstairs."
She stood and led me up to the bedroom. She slipped out of her cocktail dress,
and she had apparently worn nothing under it but the white stockings. She
helped me out of my suit just as Tiffany appeared in the doorway.
"Kneel, slave."
She did. Marianne produced and applied the blindfold, then replaced the nipple
clips and cuffed Tiffany's hands in front of her.
"All right slave, there are two things you have to do tonight before we release
you. Remember?"
Tiffany answered hesitantly, and her voice quavered as she spoke.
"Yes. I'm going to eat your pussy."
"And?"
She took a deep breath.
"Get fucked in the ass."
I grinned at Marianne, and she smiled at me triumphantly.
"Let's begin, then. Come here, slave."
Tiffany crawled toward her, and Marianne pulled her into place. Tiffany reached
up with her bound hands, finding Marianne's twat, and rose up to her knees. She
extended her tongue and began to lick slowly. Marianne arched her back, shaking
her long blonde hair back behind her head. She pulled Tiffany closer, and
Tiffany forced her head further between Marianne's stockinged thighs.
I sat on the end of the bed to watch them. With her hands cuffed together,
Tiffany had nothing to grab on to, and she finally rested them in her lap. Her
head was leaned most of the way back now, and Marianne stood with her legs on
either side of Tiffany as the other girl licked up at her. Marianne's hands
were writhing in Tiffany's hair, holding her close. Her teeth were clenched,
and I could hear her breath beginning to whistle between them.
The reluctance I had seen in Tiffany that night after the football game was
nowhere to be seen now. She licked and sucked at Marianne eagerly, probing into
her with her tongue. I wondered if Tiffany's earlier hesitation had just been
the vestiges of some conservative socialization--a stern superego, if you wanted
to get Freudian--and only by submitting like this could she let her lesbian
inclinations out.
Marianne was getting close now, rocking her hips back and forth over Tiffany's
mouth. Tiffany attacked her more aggressively, almost seeming to want to
swallow Marianne's pussy. Marianne kept her hands tight on Tiffany's head, even
though Tiffany showed no intentions of withdrawing. Finally, Marianne's legs
began to shake, she cried out against Tiffany's lingual assault, and then came
in a rush.
Tiffany continued licking until Marianne withdrew, staggering toward the bed.
She crawled up beside me into my arms. I held her, feeling her body still
quivering gently in the aftermath of her climax.
"Good?"
"Great," she gasped.
Tiffany had dropped back onto her feet, waiting further instructions. Marianne
recovered after a minute or so and sat up.
"Tiffany. Come here."
She crawled to the end of the bed, and Marianne had me sit in front of her.
"Suck his cock. You know what he likes."
Tiffany sat up again and bent to work. She brought her hands up to play with my
balls as she bobbed slowly over my erection. Marianne sat beside us, watching
her, occasionally reaching out to brush Tiffany's hair back from her face.
Tiffany kept up a steady massage with her lips and tongue, and I closed my eyes
to concentrate on what she was doing. As she went on, she forced my dick
further and further into her mouth until her nose was almost in my pubes. She
couldn't quite deep throat me, though she appeared to be trying, and each time I
felt myself probing at her throat until her gag reflex forced me out.
Marianne crawled up to kneel behind me, hugging me and pressing her tits against
my back. She rested her chin on my shoulder and licked at my ear.
"I want you to fuck her in the ass," she moaned. "Hard. While she's eating me.
I want to watch you do it while she gets me off again."
I twisted around to kiss her, and she responded eagerly, sucking on my tongue
and reaching around to tweak my left nipple. Tiffany continued to bob rapidly
over me.
Marianne climbed off the bed and found the massage oil.
"Tiffany, get up on the bed. On all fours."
Tiffany rose from my lap and climbed up into position. She moaned softly as
Marianne lubricated her. Her breasts hung down under her, and the chain from
the nipple clips swung back and forth over the bed. I saw the stud in her clit
peeking out from between her shaved labia, and I reached in to tweak it as
Marianne worked on her. Tiffany was dripping wet by now, fluids almost running
down her stockinged thighs. Marianne oiled up my dick and then returned to the
bed, lying in front of Tiffany and spreading her legs.
Tiffany let out a little squeak when I placed my dick at her sphincter, but she
spread her butt cheeks and pushed back at me. I forced myself in, pushing her
face forward into Marianne's pussy. I couldn't see from my angle what she was
doing there, but from Marianne's reaction, she had started to work already.
Marianne grinned at me and caressed Tiffany's head.
I slid slowly into Tiffany's butt, bottoming out against her tight cheerleader
ass. She groaned and convulsed briefly, but Marianne held her head down.
"Don't stop... let him do it... let him fuck you... let him fuck you in the
ass."
Tiffany whimpered softly, but tried to open herself even further. I slid slowly
in and out of her oiled butt, feeling her sphincter pinching me spasmodically.
She had taken me a long way by blowing me first, and I had to control my
movements to keep from coming immediately. In front of us, Marianne was
writhing under Tiffany's attentions, moaning and gripping Tiffany's hair.
Marianne and I watched each other closely, trying to synch our arousal. She
licked her lips at me lasciviously, and I felt my cum surging in my balls.
"Fuck her, Steve. Come in her ass. I want to see it."
I groaned, thrusting faster, thumping against Tiffany's tight butt. Tiffany
continued to moan and whimper softly, but I knew she was getting off on this,
because each time I bottomed out, my balls would slap against her twat, so wet
and hot that it almost scalded.
Marianne began to grunt and hump herself up at Tiffany as she neared her second
orgasm. I lost control at that point, fucking Tiffany for all I was worth.
Suddenly she began shuddering under me, somehow coming before both of us, and
that was enough to do it. I thrust into her up to root, groaned out loud, and
hosed down her bowels with my cum.
Marianne's shrieks of orgasm barely penetrated my consciousness, and I held
tightly onto Tiffany's hips. Only when Tiffany slid forward--Marianne was
pulling her up to kiss her--did I finally withdraw.
I staggered into the bathroom to clean myself up, and when I returned, Tiffany
was still on all fours over Marianne, who held Tiffany's head closely, kissing
her. I saw Marianne's hand up between Tiffany's legs, masturbating her
furiously. Tiffany began to shake, and stopped kissing Marianne, dropping her
head to Marianne's shoulder.
I walked up to the end of the bed, watching them, looking at my cum streaked
across Tiffany's buttocks and the juices running down the insides of her thighs.
She let out a cry, coming again, and her body thrashed over Marianne. Her arms
and legs finally collapsed as it peaked, and she fell forward onto her friend.
I crawled up to lie beside them. Marianne held Tiffany tenderly, then pushed
the blindfold off her face.
"Okay. You're officially part of the gang again."
Tiffany giggled.
"Fuck. That was fun. I'd like to do that again some time."
Marianne looked at me, grinning.
"Me too. What do you think?"
I laughed weakly.
"Be my guest."
CHAPTER TWENTY
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For the next week, though she teased and hinted and giggled about it, Marianne
refused to give me any clear idea about what she was planning for the reunion.
About all I could gather was that she was searching all over town for the
perfect dress to wear. But beyond that, all I could get out of her was, "You'll
see on Saturday night." She came over a few times that week to fool around
(bringing Hayley with her on Wednesday), but otherwise I was occupied with work
for another week.
The reunion committee had also organized a tailgate party at the school football
game that Friday, but I had no interest in spending the entire weekend down
there. I didn't really care to watch All Saints lose again anyway, having seen
it happen too many times when I was still a student.
We would be spending Saturday night at the hotel since the party would run too
late to come back that night. Marianne had worked out some cover story with her
parents to explain her absence. It felt like a bigger risk than was necessary,
but she insisted it would be safe.
On Saturday afternoon at about three o'clock, Marianne appeared at my door with
a dress bag in one hand and a little overnight bag in the other. She gave me a
quick kiss and went upstairs to get ready. She took a shower (I was sorely
tempted to climb in there with her, but it would have made us late) then went
out to the dressing area to primp herself. I showered myself and shaved as
Marianne did her hair and cosmetics, still naked except for a towel.
"What did you tell your folks about tonight?"
"That I was spending the night at Ashley's."
"They never seem to question these charades."
She shrugged.
"I don't know about you," I said. "But I'm getting sick of this routine. You
said you wanted to tell your parents about us eventually. I think that time is
approaching."
She glanced at me briefly.
"I don't want to talk about that now."
"Okay. But think about it."
She finished with her hair and went out to the bedroom for her dress. I was
about half-dressed myself by then, but I stayed in the back to let her put it on
and surprise me.
She returned in a few minutes with a big grin on her face.
"What do you think?"
The dress -- what there was of it -- was made from some soft, clingy grey-blue
fabric (rayon or lycra, maybe, though I didn't know enough about clothes to be
sure). It began about mid-thigh, and over her midsection there was an oval cut-
out, exposing her belly ring. The neck was not particularly low-cut, but the
fabric was very loose over her body--bending over would be dangerous tonight.
The dress swept up over her shoulders and down her back.
"You like it?"
"Very hot."
She grinned. "Wait until you see the rest of it."
She turned slowly, and I gasped. It was cut--that wasn't really the proper word
because there was nothing there to cut--*all* the way down. The shoulder straps
didn't come back together until they got below the small of her back. The
fabric was bunched up in soft waves at the bottom, and the split of her pretty
buttocks was just barely visible. She essentially had a big sign on her back
that said, "I have nothing on under this dress."
She completed the turn, smiling at me.
"Is this outrageous enough?"
I tried to catch my breath. "You're going to give some of those men
coronaries."
She giggled.
"No bra, either?" I asked.
"Nope. I was going to wear stick-ons, but this fabric is just too clingy. You
could see them through the dress and it looked awful. I'll be bouncing around a
lot tonight, but I don't care."
"Jesus."
I looked down at her, and I realized that each time she inhaled, the front of
her dress below the cutout opened enough to see right down into her crotch. The
kitten tat was easily visible if you looked for it, and with the right lighting,
you could probably see everything else, too.
Her eyes twinkled.
"Think this will do?"
I swallowed against my suddenly dry mouth.
"Yes."
"You don't know how long it took me to find this thing. But as soon as I saw
it, I knew it was the one."
I exhaled slowly.
"Let's go."
She completed her look for the night with a matching wrap and little purse and
high-heeled grey sandals. The wrap rendered her halfway decent for the trip
south, at least. We got to the hotel about ninety minutes later. The valet
took my Mercedes, and we went inside.
I stopped at the front desk briefly to check in and get the key to our room.
The bellboy took our bags, and we headed off to the party.
I didn't immediately see anyone I recognized, which was not surprising since I
had not seen any of these people in at least fifteen years, if not twenty-five.
Marianne had my arm, and I felt her squeezing it more tightly as we crossed the
lobby.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded quickly.
"I'll be all right. But none of these people are your friends, right? You don't
do business with them or anything?"
"No."
"So it doesn't matter what happens tonight? I'm just trying to get my bearings."
"No, it doesn't. Just enjoy yourself."
She nodded again, straightening her back as we approached the ballroom. Up
ahead, I could see a table covered with nametags being manned by two women I
didn't recognize at all. About half a dozen guests milled around outside.
"Hi, good evening," one of the women said. Her nametag said "Phoebe Collins,"
but I still didn't remember her.
"Hi. Steve Chandler."
"Well, hi, Steve."
Phoebe searched for my nametag and then handed it to me. Then she looked at
Marianne, and I watched her smile cracking slightly.
"Can I get you a nametag?"
"Sure. Marianne Mulcahey."
Phoebe filled out a nametag and handed it her. Her smile was entirely forced by
this point.
"Enjoy yourselves."
We walked into the ballroom, and I glanced at Marianne, who was fighting a grin.
"It's going to be like that all night, isn't it?"
"Probably."
I surveyed the room, still not seeing anyone I recognized, but seeing a lot of
people doing double takes when they got a good look at Marianne. They had a
coat check room in one corner, where she surrendered the wrap. She gave me a
nervous grin.
"Here we go."
She took my arm again, squeezing it tightly. We made our way toward the bar,
and I tried not to pay too much attention to the numerous cases of male whiplash
Marianne was inducing as she passed. When we got to the bar, I half-turned to
look behind us, seeing at least three or four men staring incredulously at
Marianne's butt. Most of them had dates or spouses, and I saw one woman subtly
jab her husband in the ribs when she saw what he was looking at. Then she gave
me a dirty look and turned away.
I ordered a pair of drinks and led Marianne back into the crowd. After a few
sips of wine, she seemed to be calming down.
"How are we doing?" she asked.
"There are going to be a lot of men here with stiff necks tomorrow."
She giggled. I spotted someone I knew, a guy named Jim Pederson, whom I had
shared a bong-load or two with during my senior year. His hair had once been as
long as Marianne's but it was now clipped short and heavily receding. He saw me
a moment later and headed toward us.
"Holy shit! Steve!"
"Jim. How's it going?"
He shook my hand vigorously, and then took in Marianne. Though his eyes widened
slightly, he said nothing.
"This is Marianne."
She extended her hand, and he shook it.
"Nice to meet you."
Jim and I spent a few minutes catching up, during which I discovered that he was
now an Assistant United States Attorney in San Francisco ("Quite a change from
the old days, eh?" he asked, laughing). He gave Marianne some repeated glances
but otherwise behaved himself.
"So, um, what do you do, Marianne?" he finally asked.
"I'm still in school."
"What are you thinking of doing?"
"I haven't really made up my mind."
A heavyset man I didn't recognize came up to us, and only after reading his
nametag, did I realize who it was--Mike Taylor, who had been the quarterback on
the football team, though he was now several decades out of his playing form.
He glanced at me as he approached, but most of his attention was on Marianne.
"Steve. How you doing?"
"Mike. Not bad."
He looked at Marianne, who gave him a flirty smile. A little tremor ran over
his face.
"This is Marianne."
He seemed to want to shake her hand, but she kept it at her side. I watched his
eyes going up and down, up and down, from her breasts to her face and back
again.
"What... uh..." he managed, "what are you up to these days, Steve?"
"I'm a stock trader. I live up the coast about two hours. What about you?"
"I'm an Assistant Sales Manager at a big Chevy dealership near the beach. I,
uh..." His eyes got stuck on Marianne's breasts again. "I've been there a few
years."
A brown-haired woman came up next to him, glancing at me, then Marianne, then
back at me with disbelief filling her eyes. She nudged Mike, and he started.
"Um, honey, this is Steve Chandler. We were friends back then."
That was a lie, but I was feeling magnanimous enough not to call him out on it,
especially as I watched the anger filling his wife's eyes. Like a nebula being
pulled into a black hole, Mike's attention was being drawn inexorably back
toward my girlfriend's chest. She gave his wife a sly look.
The poor woman stood it for only a second or two before pinching Mike's side.
He squirmed in her grip, but she refused to let go of him. Giving the two of us
a steely glare, she took Mike's arm in hers.
"Can we go sit down now, honey?"
He gave me a conflicted look as she dragged him off. I glanced at Jim, who was
fighting a grin. Marianne just smiled innocently.
We repeated that scene a few more times, mostly with men I had hardly known--if
at all--during high school. Though I hadn't said anything to Marianne and
didn't intend to, there was one person I really did not want to see tonight, if
she even remembered who I was or why I would care. Another cheerleader in
another, far less pleasant, life. I kept glancing around, looking for her but
not seeing her. After we had been there about an hour, I let myself decide that
she hadn't come.
More and more of the women I saw gave me nasty looks when our eyes met. I had
been looking for Mary Jo, but I didn't see her until we had been there almost an
hour. She stood with a tall, thin man with graying blonde hair. She was a bit
rounder than I remembered but still pretty.
She spotted me a minute later and came straight over.
"Steve!"
She gave me a big hug and then withdrew to check me out.
"Look at you! You haven't aged a bit."
Now she noticed Marianne, and I could see her eyes widening. Her smile wavered
for a moment.
"This is Marianne."
They shook hands, and I introduced Mary Jo.
"He's told me a lot about you," Marianne said, and that was sufficient to
disrupt Mary Jo's mild case of shock. She laughed.
"Oh, no. Well, I hope it was nothing indecent."
"It was all good."
Mary Jo's husband appeared at her side, and she introduced him. We made casual
small talk for a few minutes.
"So, how did you two meet?"
"I live just down the street from him," Marianne said. "So we've sort of known
each other a while."
Mary Jo tried to smile, but I could tell it was difficult.
"How long have you been going out?"
"Just a few months, really."
Mary Jo had always been on the shy side, and I could tell that this was as far
as she could bear to take the conversation. We spent some time talking about
what she had been up to, and about her two kids. Marianne went to the ladies'
room a few minutes later, and when she was out of earshot, I leaned toward Mary
Jo and lowered my voice.
"Do you know if Beth Dunbar is here tonight?"
A knowing look passed across her face.
"As far as I know, she's not here. She hasn't come to the last few. We've lost
track of her, to be honest. You don't really want to see her again, do you?"
"No. That's why I'm asking."
She nodded, but said nothing else. When Marianne reappeared, we split up with
Mary Jo and her husband and headed back toward the bar.
"Are you enjoying this?" she asked me.
"Yes. You?"
"I'm fine. It's not as difficult as I thought it would be. I'm having fun."
"Good."
We got to the bar and ordered another round of drinks. After I paid the tab, I
leaned in to peck her on the cheek.
"I have to hit the bathroom myself. Will you survive on your own for a few
minutes?"
She grinned.
"I think I'll make it. Go."
I went toward the men's room to take a leak. When I was standing in front of
the urinal draining my bladder, Patrick Getzels, another guy I had barely known,
came up to use the one next to me.
"Steve."
"Pat. How's it been?"
"Not bad. That, uh, that girl with you..."
"Marianne."
"Your girlfriend?"
"Yep."
"How old is she?"
I grinned and zipped up my slacks.
"Legal."
He laughed in disbelief.
"Oh, Jesus."
When I returned to the bar, Marianne had no less than four men around her trying
to get her attention, and, none-too-subtlety, peer into the gaps in her dress.
She seemed to be enjoying herself, and when I approached, she gave me a big
kiss. The men around her backed away, various looks of embarrassment and
jealousy on their faces. I recognized only one of them, Bart Creagler, another
ex-football player.
Marianne hugged my arm and smiled up at me. Bart pried his eyes off Marianne's
butt and extended his hand.
"Steve, how you doing?"
"Not bad. You?"
I watched the other men staring forlornly at Marianne and resisted the urge to
grin at them.
"Pretty good," Bart said. "What have you been up to?"
Before I could answer him, a tall, thin woman with a barely restrained look of
fury on her face appeared at Bart's side. I recognized her as (the former?)
Marcy Conrad, who had been a cheerleader at All Saints and had dated Bart off
and on during high school. She gave me an icy glare before taking Bart's arm.
Bart shrunk into himself as he realized who it was.
"Hello, Steve."
"Marcy."
The other men around us had dispersed into the crowd at Marcy's approach. She
turned her eyes on Marianne, a razor-thin smile spreading over her face.
"And this must be your daughter."
Bart's eyes goggled, and I had to pause a moment to formulate a response. But
Marianne beat me to it.
"No, actually, I'm his fuck toy."
Marcy's jaw dropped about six inches.
"Although," Marianne went on, "sometimes I'll pretend to be his daughter, you
know, yell out 'Fuck me, Daddy' when we're having sex. He likes me to do that."
Marcy stared at her, then me, utterly speechless. I gave her a small grin.
"She's kidding."
She pulled herself closer to her husband and took a ragged breath.
"Um, I think I see someone I need to talk to. I have to go over there."
"It was nice to meet you," Marianne said sweetly.
Marcy just straightened herself and dragged Bart off into the crowd. Marianne
grinned up at me.
"That was deft."
"She asked for it."
"I guess so."
The dinner began shortly after that, and if the people we sat with were
uncomfortable about Marianne's presence, they did their best not to show it. I
still saw a lot of people pointing in our direction and whispering to each
other.
After dinner, Marianne dragged me out to the dance floor, where the DJ was
playing a succession of late- 70's disco tunes. Her braless breasts bounced
freely around in her dress while she danced, and nearly every male eye in range
was fixed on her, to the consternation of most of the women present. As near as
I could tell, she noticed and seemed to be enjoying it.
The music changed to a KISS ballad, and we came together. I linked my hands at
the base of her back, and she slid her arms around my waist and laid her head on
my chest. The fabric of her dress was so loose and clingy that she almost felt
naked.
"Were you into disco in high school?"
"No. I hated it. I was in the anti-disco crowd from the beginning."
Over her shoulder, I saw a man nearby staring at Marianne's butt.
"What did you like?"
"Led Zeppelin. Foghat. Black Sabbath. KISS. That kind of stuff."
She pressed herself closer to me, purring and rubbing her breasts against my
chest. Then she rose up on her toes and leaned toward my ear.
"How much longer do you want to stay here?"
"Why?"
"Because, I'm very fucking horny right now." I laughed softly.
"Let's go then."
We stopped dancing, and she pulled me toward the exit. We paused only to
retrieve her wrap from the coat check before heading toward the elevator. I
gave the room one final glance on the way out, seeing at least a dozen men
dejectedly watching Marianne's exit. I allowed myself a small smile of triumph
as we left.
I had gotten a suite, and our room was on the top floor. The bellboy had left
our bags on the bed, and the bottle of champagne I had ordered when I made the
reservation had apparently just arrived. Marianne giggled when she saw it.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Do I need to?"
She gave me a sly glance but said nothing, drifting out to the balcony as I
opened the champagne. I poured two glasses and joined her outside. She leaned
against the railing, looking down at the city around us. A light wind was
blowing, and her blonde hair fluttered around her face. She took her glass and
took a sip.
"It's pretty."
"Nothing like you."
She turned around to face me, smiling.
"Did you enjoy that tonight? All those men drooling over me?"
"It was fun to watch. But you're more to me than that. Much more."
"I know. I wouldn't have done this otherwise."
She set her glass on the railing and reached between us, unzipping my slacks.
Her hand slipped inside, through the fly of my boxers, and found my dick.
I bent to kiss her as she began to stroke me.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
She quickly had me erect, and she pulled my dick out into the night air. She
reached for one of the balcony chairs and sat down, bending forward to take me
into her mouth. I felt her swirling her tongue around the head a few times
before withdrawing. Then she took a swig of champagne and bent back down.
I grunted, grabbing at her head when the champagne bubbles bit at my dick. She
swished it around her mouth, making the sensations even worse. She swallowed
the champagne and bobbed rapidly over me. I looked around us, seeing only the
lights of downtown. We were back lit, and anyone looking up here could see
this.
"The lights," I gasped.
She withdrew far enough to answer me.
"I don't care. Let them watch."
She took another mouthful of champagne and resumed her attentions. I groaned,
swaying on my feet at what she was doing. Then suddenly she stood up, hiked her
dress up to her waist, and turned away from me, presenting her ass for my
enjoyment as she braced herself against the railing.
I didn't need any further encouragement. I fitted my erection between her
buttocks, and I felt her reaching between her legs to guide me in. She was
almost searingly hot after the cold champagne, and thoroughly wet and ready. I
pushed myself into her up to the root, pressing against her tight cheerleader
butt. She pushed back against me, moaning.
I gave in to the experience, looking past Marianne to the darkened city below
us. I thrust at her rapidly, feeling her fingers brushing against my balls as
she played with herself. I kept my hands tight on her waist, guiding her
movements. The musky scent of her sex rose up between us, hot and thick.
She let out a soft cry, arching her back to open herself further to me. I
continued plundering her wonderful ass, lost in the sensations. The hand
between her legs suddenly came up over her neck, and she was pulling her dress
over her head and letting it fall to the balcony floor. In a moment, she was
naked except for her heels, completely exposed to anyone who wanted to look.
And I was fully clothed except for the erection jutting out of my pants.
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck me!"
I redoubled my efforts, hammering her butt as she went back to playing with
herself furiously. She cried out once, twice, and her legs buckled under her.
I stabbed forward, almost lifting her in the air, and came like an out-of-
control fire hose. I kept thrusting at her until she was hanging half over the
balcony, big tits exposed to the entire city.
She sank toward the ground, and I bent to pick her up. I carried her inside and
laid her on the bed. I stripped out of my clothes as quickly as I could and
joined her. She rolled against me, and I could feel her legs still quivering in
the last vestiges of her climax.
She giggled.
"That was fun."
"You have no shame, girl."
"If you've got it, flaunt it."
"I've noticed."
She snuggled against me, and we lay together for a few minutes before she began
kissing her way down my chest. She took my deflated dick in her mouth and set
about restoring my erection. In about five minutes, she had succeeded, and I
pulled her up above me. She planted her knees on either side of my waist and
impaled herself on my dick.
She spread herself open, trying to bottom out and get every bit of me into her.
I thrust upwards, causing her to grind her sex against the base of my cock. She
let out a throaty groan. I looked down, seeing her blonde twat split apart on
my dick and the kitten tattoo watching us with a grin. Her belly ring twitched
back and forth as she rode me, moving as her abdomen heaved.
I was a long way from coming, so I concentrated on helping her along. When she
got within range, I leaned up to suck on her nipples, nibbling and biting at her
as best I could. I soon had them as wet and swollen as her pussy, which was
doing its best to swallow me whole.
Marianne began to move faster, shuddering and gripping my shoulders with tight
claws. Her long blonde hair fell down around our heads, but she scarcely seemed
to notice. She was lost in the agonizing climb toward orgasm, eyes shut
tightly, jaw clenched, face twisted in effort. She rocked rapidly back and
forth over me in an animal rhythm, as if she had surrendered all control of her
body to her primal instincts.
Her movements grew more rapid and spasmodic, and little feline cries, increasing
in volume, escaped her mouth. Finally, with a piercing shriek, she dug her
nails into my shoulders, and slammed herself down on me three or four times.
She shuddered above me for a good five or ten seconds before collapsing into a
quivering mass of flesh.
I rolled her on her side, remaining inside her. She curled into my arms, still
shaking and shuddering. I pulled a thigh up to my waist and moved slowly in and
out of her. She whimpered, nuzzling my chin.
"Nice?"
"Nice?" she gasped. "My God, nice."
I kissed her.
"Mmm."
"Don't stop," she whispered. "Make love to me all night. I'll sleep when we
get back."
I laughed softly.
"I'll try."
She rolled on her back, pulling me above her. I continued my slow, steady
movements, just enjoying the sensations of being inside her. She wrapped
herself around me, licking my ear and nibbling my earlobe.
"Think of all those guys looking at me tonight," she moaned, "drooling over me.
Think of them. I bet they're all fucking their wives now, or beating off,
thinking about me. Thinking about my ass... about my tits... about my pussy.
The one you're fucking right now. You're where they all want to be. You're
fucking me... oh God, you're fucking me." She whimpered again, biting my ear.
"Don't stop. Fuck me. Oh God, fuck me--"
She shuddered under me, whimpering through her nose, clawing at my back. With a
sharp cry, she thrust herself up at me, heaving in orgasm. I slowed down as she
coasted to the end of it, kissing her softly, licking the sweat at her brow.
She hugged me tightly to her.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Kitten."
We made love on into the night, insatiable and inexhaustible. We did it a third
time past midnight, going at it until we were both too sore to continue. When
we finally ran out of gas at about one-thirty, we returned to the balcony and
lay together under a blanket, enjoying one last glass of champagne.
"Why can't we do this more often?" Marianne asked.
"Make love until neither of us can stand up?"
She giggled.
"No. Go out alone together. Like a normal couple."
"I can think of two reasons, both of which think you're at Ashley's right now."
I felt her tense up next to me.
"Steve?"
"What?"
"What if I told you that they don't know where I am?"
I froze.
"What?"
She was silent for a few moments.
"You said it was time. You're right. I've been trying to tell them for a few
days. I couldn't bring myself to do it. So I just decided to force the issue.
I didn't tell them where I was going tonight. When we get back tomorrow, then
I'll have no choice but to tell them."
Oh, shit.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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Although I thought about driving straight back that night, I knew it would be
pointless. I could have gotten Marianne home by three a.m. at the soonest,
which was still far too late. And deep in my heart, I knew she was right. It
was time to face the music.
Marianne insisted that we make love again before leaving that morning, since, as
she told me, "It might be a while before we can do it again." So we did, and I
tried not to dwell on the distinct possibility that it might be the last time,
period.
We drove back in silence. She held my hand most of the drive. I dropped her
off at her house just after nine and went home.
As the reality of this development sank in, I tried to get my bearings. Was I
about to get busted? Did the fact that Marianne was eighteen now make everything
that went on before irrelevant?
I had an MBA from Stanford, and I had taken a few elective law courses during B-
school, but that was a good fifteen years ago, and I had forgotten 95% of it. I
didn't think they had covered statutory rape anyway. I had no idea what the
truth of the matter was, but I knew someone who would.
I went up to my office and found his number. He answered on the third ring.
"Hey, Brian, it's Steve. I'm sorry to bother you on a Sunday, but I'm in a bit
of a bind."
"No sweat. I was up. What's wrong?"
"Before I tell you, this is attorney-client privilege."
He laughed.
"What happened? You rob a bank or something?"
"No, but I may be in some trouble."
"Okay. Shoot. What's the problem?"
I took a deep breath.
"I have been seeing a certain girl for about three months. The problem,
basically, is that she only just turned eighteen."
Silence. Then the sound of a chair creaking as Brian sat down.
"Oh."
"Right."
"What I need to know is what this means."
"You've been screwing her, I gather?"
"Yes."
"Who else knows?"
"A couple of her friends, and her sister. But as far as I know, not her
parents."
"When did she turn eighteen?"
"About three weeks ago."
"Christ." He took a long breath. "What it means is that you're on the hook for
statutory rape. But I gather you know that already."
"It doesn't matter that she's eighteen now?"
"She was seventeen when you fucked her?"
"Yes."
"No, it doesn't. But her parents don't know about this?"
"Not yet. But they may figure it out as of this morning."
Another long groan.
"Okay. Until they find out, you may be all right, assuming this girl doesn't
decide to get you busted herself."
"She won't."
"You don't know that, but let's not get into that now. In order to prosecute
you, the DA has to establish somehow that you had sex with her when she was
underage. Usually that's with the girl's testimony, but even if she won't
cooperate, they may find a way to get you anyway. They might just serve a
search warrant on your house and look for evidence that you slept with her.
Now, I'm not advising that you do anything, mind you, since it would be
unethical to suggest that you destroy evidence, but you should give that some
thought."
"Understood." "Is there anyone else who can testify that you had sex with this
girl?"
Shit.
"Yes."
He groaned again.
"Are they likely to?"
"I don't know. Probably not."
"Okay. Right now, we're in limbo until something else happens. Ordinarily, I
would suggest you get as far away from this girl as possible, but since she's
eighteen now, that's not really an issue anymore. My advice is that you do
whatever it takes to keep her on your side. That, and you think about that
thing I just told you."
"Okay. Thanks."
"Call me the instant anything happens."
As soon as I was off the phone, I set about sanitizing the house. What I hadn't
bothered to tell Brian was that a police search might well turn up evidence of
all the dope we had smoked, and I knew that if that happened, I would be in much
deeper shit.
Marianne had left a few odds and ends around the house, so I gathered those up
and shoved them in the trash. All the sheets and towels went into the wash. I
vacuumed the whole house repeatedly and furiously, then hosed off the patio. I
found an empty bag of marijuana under the couch in the den and burned it in the
barbecue.
I was dragging a bag of trash into the garage when I realized someone was
pounding on the front door. I briefly contemplated pretending I wasn't home,
then decided I had best get this over with.
I looked through the peephole. On the porch were Marianne and a beefy, heavyset
man I took to be her father. Coming up the front walk behind them was a blonde-
haired woman in her forties.
I opened the door. Marianne had changed into jeans and a sweatshirt. Her arms
were crossed under her breasts, and she looked up at me fearfully, face lined
with tension. Her father seemed about to erupt like a volcano, and he took one
look at me before lurching through the door for my throat.
I jumped back, and Marianne leapt to intercept him.
"No! Daddy, stop it!"
He was a lot bigger than she was, but her interference was still enough to stop
him in the doorway. Marianne's mother ran up behind him, grabbing his arm.
"Charles, grow up! That isn't going to solve anything!"
Charles and I glared at each other. His face was flushed bright red, and he
panted through his nostrils. His wife pulled him back onto the porch, and he
went, reluctantly. She got him behind her and finally looked at me. She looked
me up and down once.
"Just how old are you?"
"Forty-one."
She shook her head in disgust.
"And you take advantage of a seventeen-year-old girl?"
"Mom, I'm eighteen now, and I can do what I want!"
She glanced at Marianne once before looking back at me.
"You just stay away from my daughter, do you hear? I have half a mind to call
the police right now."
"If you call the police," Marianne snarled, "I will never speak to you again."
I looked past the three of them, seeing that Hayley had come up the street with
this delegation as well, and she watched us from the bottom of the driveway.
Marianne's mother followed my gaze and blew up immediately.
"Hayley, get back to the house right now! Get your butt inside before I have to
thrash it!"
Hayley turned and ran back down the street. Her mother glared at Marianne, and
then looked back at me, shaking her head again.
"You've got her wrapped right around your finger, don't you? Got her snowed into
thinking she's a grown woman who doesn't have to mind anyone."
"I never told her anything I didn't mean."
"Mom, I love him. There's nothing you can do about this anymore."
Her mother's eyes flared in outrage, and she slapped Marianne across the face.
I jumped out the door to stop her, and for a moment, the four of us were
struggling chaotically with each other until her mother extricated herself and
her husband.
Marianne had backed away from them, against me. She held her cheek and glared
murderously at her mother. Marianne's parents glared back at us, and her mother
finally caught her breath and spoke.
"All right. If you don't think you need us anymore, then you go on and stay
here. Let him take care of you for a change. See how you like it without a
family."
She backed up the front walk, pulling Marianne's father with her. He resisted
for a few seconds, but then they were leaving. Marianne turned inside the house
and stood in the foyer, rubbing her forehead.
"Oh, God."
I watched her parents leave and shut the door. Then I hugged Marianne, and she
leaned against me.
"Give them some time to calm down. When people are that upset, they sometimes
say things they don't mean."
She began to cry against my shoulder. I let her. There wasn't much else to do.
Marianne went to lie down when she stopped crying, and I called Brian back to
update him on the crisis. He grilled me on what I thought her parents would do,
and I told him that--for now--it didn't seem like they would call the police. I
felt a bit guilty hoping, and suspecting, that they were unsophisticated enough
to think they had nothing on me now that Marianne was eighteen. Were that the
case, I wasn't about to disabuse them of the misconception.
At about noon, with Marianne still lying down in the bedroom, the doorbell rang.
I looked out the peephole and nearly had a heart attack.
I tore open the door.
"Jesus Christ, Hayley, what are you doing here?"
I looked past her up and down the street. No one was there. She stood
nervously on the stoop.
"I wanted to see Marianne."
"Your folks don't know you're here?"
"No. They think I don't know anything about you. I told them I didn't know
what she was doing. So, can I come in?"
I looked up the street again and then pulled her inside.
"This is not the best time for you to be here. Marianne is eighteen; you are
not."
"I know, I don't want to do it or anything. I just want to see if she's okay."
"I'm all right."
Both of us spun around. Marianne stood halfway down the stairs, looking wrung
out. She brushed her hair back over her head as she dropped down another few
steps.
"How are Mom and Dad?"
"Postal. Totally. They've been screaming at each other all morning."
"How did you get out?"
"I told them I was going over to Brianna's. I think they kind of wanted me gone
anyway."
"Do you think they're going to do anything?"
"I don't know. They were mostly arguing about whose fault it is."
Marianne sat on the stairs, and Hayley went over to sit on the step below her.
Marianne put her arms around Hayley and hugged her. Hayley hugged her back,
though she still seemed flustered by all this.
"Are you going to stay here now?"
"Mom and Dad want me out. What else can I do?"
"I don't know if they really want you out. They didn't sound like it was
settled or anything."
"I need to stay here for the time being. At least until they chill out."
"What about your stuff?"
"I don't know. I can't think about that now."
"I could bring some stuff over."
"I don't want you to get in the middle of this."
"It's okay. I don't mind."
"Don't get yourself in trouble because of me, short stuff."
"I won't. I'll be careful."
I looked at Hayley.
"You'd better go. Don't push your luck any further."
"Okay." She glanced at her sister. "I'll get some stuff together. I'll try to
bring it over later."
"Thanks."
She gave Marianne another hug and left. When she was gone, I sat down next to
Marianne and put my arm around her.
"How you doing, Kitten?"
"Shitty. But it's not your fault. I'll get through it."
"Why don't you go lie down again?"
"Only if you come with me."
I led her back up to the bedroom, and we lay down together. She lay under my
arm for a long time while I tried to think of what to do.
Marianne propped herself up on my chest after we had been there about twenty
minutes.
"You know, if you look past the fact that we've only been going out a couple of
months, and that that's pretty fast to be moving in together, there isn't
anything wrong with this. We're both adults, right?"
"You still have to go to school."
"So I go to school. What are my folks going to do? Try to stop me from
graduating? What *can* they do?"
"They can call the police."
"But I'm eighteen now."
I explained about my conversation with Brian.
"Oh. Well, I bet they won't. You heard what I told my mom. And I'd never do
anything to get you in trouble. I'll just tell the police we didn't do it until
my eighteenth birthday. That we knew what the law was and waited."
"I don't know if they'll believe that."
"But they won't *know,* right? If I refuse to help them, what can they do?"
I thought about that for a moment.
"Maybe nothing."
She lay back down and hugged me.
"So we're fine. Everything will be okay. Just let my parents calm down, and it
will all go back to normal in a week or so."
I wasn't so sure of that, but I didn't see what else to do.
I made Marianne something to eat a bit later, but she stayed in the bedroom.
Having nothing else to do, I went down to the den to watch Stanford and Notre
Dame playing South Bend.
At around three o'clock, the doorbell rang again. Thinking it was Hayley with a
delivery of Marianne's things, I went straight to the door.
It wasn't Hayley.
Marianne's mother stood on the doorstep with her arms crossed. She still seemed
upset, but she appeared to have collected herself somewhat.
"Where is my daughter?"
"Upstairs." She said nothing for a few seconds. "Would you like to come in?"
She stepped into the living room, still radiating hostility. With the tension
down a few notches from our earlier confrontation, I got a better look at her.
I could see where Marianne got her looks, for her mother was still a very
attractive woman. If Marianne looked this good at forty, she would be doing
pretty well.
And, the more I looked at her, the more something about her looked familiar, and
it wasn't her resemblance to her daughters. It tickled the back of my brain
like a word you want to use but can't quite place, the feeling vague enough that
you're not sure it even exists.
She looked around the room briefly, then brushed her blonde hair back from her
face, over her head. The action gave me another sense of deja vu, though a
different one--it was the sort of thing Marianne was always doing. She had
probably picked the habit up from her mother.
Before either of us said anything else, I saw Marianne coming down the stairs.
Her mother straightened her back and faced her.
"Honey, I want to tell you that I am sorry for slapping you. I am still very
upset with you, but that was not acceptable behavior."
"It's all right."
"I would like you to come home now."
Marianne glanced at me.
"I'm not going to stop seeing Steve."
"I realize that. But, given a choice between having you in the house and
putting a stop to this relationship, I would prefer to have you home. I'm not
ready to have you leave yet."
Marianne appeared to think for a few seconds.
"This isn't going to be one of those things where you pretend to let me do what
I want but make me sorry for doing it?"
Her mother sniffed.
"I'm not going to pretend that I approve of this situation. What kind of
example do you think you're setting for your sister?"
A chill shot down my spine, and I resisted the urge to exchange a nervous look
with Marianne. Whatever Marianne was thinking, she kept her eyes on her mother.
"I'm not coming back if you're going to make a lot of nasty remarks about me all
the time."
Her mother looked down at the floor, shaking her head.
"I don't know how I missed all of this. Why it didn't occur to me to wonder
where all those new clothes were coming from." She looked up at me. "You bought
her that car, didn't you? That didn't even occur to me until this afternoon."
I didn't see any point in denying it.
"Yes."
"Who do you think you are, buying a car like that for a girl her age?"
"It was a birthday present."
"Well, she's giving it back."
"Hey!" Marianne squawked. "No way! That car is mine!"
"The car is legally hers," I said. "All the papers are in her name. I'm not
sure there's anything to 'give back' now."
Her mother pursed her lips tightly.
"Convenient." She shook her head again. "All right. I guess you're keeping the
car. But Marianne, I want you to come home now."
"What about Dad?"
"This isn't up to him. He's going to find a way to deal with it."
"But he's going to glare at me a lot and give me the silent treatment, right?"
Her mother began to snort through her nostrils.
"Marianne, what do you want from us? You are sleeping with a man who is older
than I am and behaving like his pampered mistress. You think I don't know what
he's in this for?"
Marianne screeched in outrage, but I was the first one to get out a coherent
reaction.
"Mrs. Mulcahey, I know you may find this hard to believe, but I do care about
your daughter. I am not exploiting her."
She glared right back at me.
"Do I look stupid to you? Do I look blind? I know what my daughter looks like,
dammit. You think I didn't go through the same thing at her age? I've spent the
last four years chasing off a succession of boys who only wanted one thing from
her, and damned if they weren't going to get it."
Marianne came down the rest of the stairs and stepped up to her mother.
"Mom, you can't spend the rest of your life trying to protect me. You have to
start letting me make my own decisions."
"I realize that. This is just not the decision I would prefer to have you start
with." She took several long breaths. "However, it appears I have no choice
here. If you come home, your father and I will do our best to be civil about
this."
Marianne looked at me. I nodded.
"Go home. It's the best for everyone right now."
She reached out and squeezed my hand.
"Thanks."
Her mother gave me a final, frustrated, look and stepped toward the door.
Marianne ran upstairs to get her shoes. She gave me a kiss on the way out, and
I saw her mother close her eyes and grit her teeth at the sight of it.
Then they were gone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
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As Marianne had predicted, things slowly went back to normal, at least at first.
Her parents (especially her father) were not happy about our relationship, but
appeared to have resigned themselves to it. Since they weren't happy, neither
was Marianne, and as a result, she spent more and more time over at my place.
The biggest victim in this confrontation, ironically, was not Marianne but
Hayley. Her parents continued to think she knew nothing about the situation,
and they appeared determined to keep it that way, instructing her that she was
to have no contact with me whatsoever. They had only just allowed her to start
dating, and she was now suffering under the discipline they were unable to
direct at Marianne.
"She's pissed at the entire world," Marianne told me one afternoon a few weeks
later. "Me especially. She keeps bitching at Mom and Dad about how they're
punishing her for what I did. Which is true. They're being totally unfair, but
they're not interested in anyone else's opinions."
We were lying in bed together after making love, her with her head on my chest,
staring up at the ceiling and picking at her hair for split ends. I looked down
the smooth length of her body, between her breasts, to the belly ring and kitten
tattoo.
"I can understand it. It sucks, but I can understand where they're coming
from."
"I know. I feel bad about this, but what I can do?"
"Nothing. What do you think Hayley will do?"
"She's not going to rat us out, about your sleeping with her. Not as far as I
know. She keeps asking me how I could tell them and ruin everything. She cries
about it all the time. I know she really misses you."
I had been thinking that I should be grateful about Hayley being under house
arrest, since it reduced my potential liability, but I was feeling worse and
worse about what she was going through, since it was essentially my fault. Or
at least a large chunk of it was.
"Do you think you could you sneak her over here somehow? Would that help?"
"Maybe. I don't know how. Mom and Dad want to know where she is like every
second of every day. She has to call them whenever she goes anywhere."
I brainstormed for a few moments.
"I'm assuming they know nothing about the other girls on the squad."
She scoffed.
"As if. Jeez."
"Hayley's a sophomore, right? She'll be eligible to try out for the varsity
squad next spring?"
"Right."
"So if some of the other girls on the varsity squad invited her over, to
practice or something, would your folks suspect anything?"
She rolled over onto her chest, eyes lighting up.
"No. Not a thing. Mom's so into our being cheerleaders. She was one herself.
I bet she'd go along with that easy. Especially if I stayed home to distract
them."
"Would she check up on her?"
"Maybe, but they'll play along. That should work great."
"Okay. But, you know, we can't make a habit of this. We have to ease her out
of this situation eventually, sooner rather than later, I think. It's a lot
more risky now with us out in the open."
Her face tightened up, and she looked down. She didn't say anything for a few
moments.
"There isn't any way we can keep her part of this? Somehow?"
"Is that what you want?"
She nodded slowly.
"It's what I'd like. I don't know how, but could you try to think of
something?"
"When is her sixteenth birthday?"
"March."
"Until she turns eighteen, I don't know what we can do."
She looked up at me forlornly.
"There has to be something. There just has to be."
Marianne called me the next day at work and explained what she and Hayley had
set up. Giselle and Ashley had called Marianne's mother to ask if Hayley could
come over to talk about trying out for varsity that spring, and she had agreed.
They were going to hang around Ashley's in case Mrs. Mulcahey called to check
on Hayley. Marianne would stay home, and Hayley would come over to my house.
She arrived just after I got home, coming straight into my arms to hug me. I
held her, caressing her back slowly.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too, Little Kit."
"This sucks so hard. Please tell me I can keep seeing you. Please. I'll die
if you won't let me keep seeing you."
"It's going to be hard. You know this is against the law."
"I don't care. I love you."
"Unfortunately, that doesn't help us."
"Can't you think of something?"
"Marianne and I are working on it."
She squeezed me tightly, whimpering in distress. I reached down and picked her
up, carrying her up to the bedroom. She lay quietly as I undressed her,
removing her jeans and baby tee shirt. When I had her down to bra and panties,
I sat back to look at her. She was as beautiful as her sister was, just
slightly less developed. They were alike enough that I had a hard time
separating what I felt for them, and if I wasn't completely sure I loved Hayley
too, I knew I cared about her happiness and did not want her to get hurt,
whatever happened with the rest of this.
She pulled me down to kiss her, and we necked and fondled each other for a few
minutes. When she was naked, I rolled her on her stomach to inspect the cat
tattoo on her butt, now largely healed.
"Do you like it?"
"It's very cute. Just like you."
"A little kit."
"Yep."
She rolled back over and slipped her arms around my neck.
"Marianne's your kitten. I'm your little kitten."
I kissed her softly.
"Right."
"I love you so much."
I looked down into her pretty blue eyes, only a shade or two lighter than that
lapis bracelet she still wore all the time. I brushed the blonde hair back from
her face.
"I love you, too, Little Kit."
I went back to kissing her slowly, playing with her firm breasts until I had her
nipples standing straight out from her chest. I slid down and took one in my
mouth, reaching down with my left hand to stroke between her thighs. She
squirmed as I explored her sex, caressing her gently as I suckled her breasts.
She writhed on the bed under me, making those little whimpering noises she
always made.
When I felt her getting wet, felt a little squirt of moisture emerge onto my
fingers, I lowered myself the rest of the way. She reached down for my hands,
and I opened her up with a gentle lick. I felt the little bud of her clitoris
with the tip of my tongue, wiggling back and forth over it. I dipped down,
wetting myself with her fluids, tasting her. I kept up that slow, steady,
circular motion until she was rolling her sex at my face, moaning softly as if
she were in pain. I sped my movements now, matching each roll of her hips. Her
abdomen began to twitch, her hands clamped down on mine, and a moment later she
was shivering in orgasm under me. I kept up my attentions until she let out a
sharp cry and pushed me away.
I crawled up beside her, taking her in my arms, feeling the tremors of climax
still coursing through her body. She came back to life a few moments later,
descending toward my erection and taking it deeply into her mouth. She gripped
the base tightly and bobbed over me, swirling her tongue around and around the
head. I gripped her blonde hair in my hands, closing my eyes, concentrating on
what she was doing.
I could stand it for only a few minutes, and I finally pulled her off. She lay
on her back beside me, opening herself for my invasion. I was inside her in a
moment, and she rose off the bed, wrapping herself around me, pulling herself up
to make fulcrum of her sex as she often did. We rocked together, grinding
against one another. She bit at my shoulder, whimpering softly.
She clung to me, pressing her firm little body against me. Her hips rocked with
my thrusts, and I struggled to hold myself off the bed with my arms. Finally, I
leaned back, kneeling and sitting on my feet, bringing her up into my lap. She
pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me deeply. She began shudder as she hung
suspended on my erection. She bit my tongue involuntarily, and another orgasm
shivered through her body.
We thrashed around on the bed like that for a good ten minutes. I held myself
off, knowing that she had several weeks of denial to make up for, and only when
she had come half a dozen times probably, and lay back exhausted on the bed,
surrendering to me, did I allow myself to come inside her. A few deliberate
thrusts were all it took, and she held me on top of her, not letting me roll off
for nearly a minute.
We lay quietly together afterward. I played with her hair, inspecting the
various shades of blonde from her neck to her ears. She let out one of her
contended little giggles and hugged me.
"How you doing?"
"Great."
"When are you supposed to be back?"
She glanced at the clock.
"Maybe an hour. So we have plenty of time."
She sat up beside me and pulled her hair around behind her shoulders.
"Steve, I don't want to get you in trouble. I know this is dangerous. But I
can't help that I love you."
"I know."
"If there's anything we can do to keep seeing each other, will you promise me
you'll do it?"
"I'll do my best. That's all I can tell you. I don't want to hurt you and
Marianne. That's all I really care about."
She smiled.
"Thanks."
We made love a second time, and she went home around seven. Marianne came over
about half an hour later, and we lay together on the couch in the den.
"Thanks. That really helped."
"How is she?"
"A lot happier than she's been since we came out. When I left, she was lying on
her bed with a big smile on her face. A real post-you-know-what glow."
"I'm glad she's happy. But I don't know where we go from here."
Marianne hugged me.
"I had an idea. It's... it's an extreme idea, but it's the only thing I can
think of."
"What?"
"I'm thinking you may not want to know the details of this. At least until I
get a few things ironed out. And maybe not even then."
"Uh-oh. It's nothing illegal?"
"I don't think so."
"You don't *think* so?"
"It's more ugly than illegal."
I struggled with myself for a moment or two.
"But it might be illegal?"
"I'm not a lawyer. I don't know."
"Marianne--"
She sat up next to me, looking hard into my eyes.
"Steve, do you trust me?"
Good God, what a question.
"Yes."
"Do you believe that I would never do anything to hurt you or Hayley? That I
would never do anything that would put us in danger of being separated?"
"Yes, but--"
"Then let me do this. It's the only way."
"Are people going to get hurt?"
"People will get hurt if we do nothing. Hayley will be devastated if she has to
stop seeing you. And I don't want to boot her out of this just for our own
convenience. You do recognize that she's getting hurt because we came out of
the closet for our own sakes, don't you? She's worse off now that we're safe.
We're hurting her to benefit ourselves. We owe it to her to do what we can to
help her."
I gritted my teeth. She had a point.
She took my face in her hands.
"Steve, I'll ask you again. Do you trust me?"
I sighed.
"Yes. Do what you have to, I guess."
She kissed me.
"Thank you. This won't be easy, but we'll be better off afterwards."
I didn't see either of them for a couple of days, during which I stewed over the
situation and tried to fathom what on earth Marianne was up to. It wasn't that
I didn't trust her; I just wasn't sure she knew what she was doing. No matter
how many times I turned the problem over in my head, I could not see a solution.
How in God's name was she going to get her parents to consent to my sleeping
with Hayley, if indeed that was what she was doing?
Maybe she wasn't trying to secure their consent, but just trying to get them to
back off? But she had talked about it like it was a permanent solution to the
problem, as if we could go back to being one happy trio afterwards with no
worries about the legalities of it. None of it made sense.
Marianne and I went out for dinner on Friday night, and I could sense the
tension in her as soon as she walked through the door.
"Anything you want to talk about?" I asked her once we were on our way to the
restaurant.
"No. I'm sorry, babe, but I think you have to wait until it's over."
"But it's happening?"
"Yes. This weekend probably."
"Do I need to call my lawyer to make sure he's on call?"
She shook her head.
"No. This won't involve you no matter what happens. It will either work or it
won't, but if it doesn't, it won't implicate you at all."
"What about you?"
"No. I'm not the one doing this. You'll see. Please be patient."
We ate a slow, quiet dinner together and tried to avoid the issue hanging over
our heads. We returned to the house around ten o'clock and drifted toward the
bedroom. This had been a casual night out, and Marianne wore only jeans and one
of her cropped spaghetti-strap T-shirts. I took her in my arms and kissed her,
then picked her up and carried her to the bed.
She kept her arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of her. We necked
and fondled each other for a few minutes, losing most of our clothes in the
process. I began by kissing and nibbling most of her sensitive spots, licking
around the underside of her breasts, running my tongue down to her navel, giving
the kitten tat a quick kiss before descending between her thighs. She was
already quite wet when I got there, and I had to lick at her vigorously before I
could generate much friction. I brought her to two quick orgasms before she
pushed me off.
When she had caught her breath, she slid down to take me in her mouth. She
sucked on me slowly, licking and kissing the shaft and head. She ran the tip of
her tongue around the head a few times before taking most of it into her mouth,
pushing it to the back of her throat until her gag reflex forced it out. She
did that a few times, then began bobbing rapidly over me. She kept up this
steady suction, and I stopped her after few minutes when I was getting close.
"Could I get you off like this?"
"You don't want to have sex?"
"It's just like I like doing it, and I haven't done it in a while. We could
make love later."
"Okay. Go for it."
She went back to work, sucking rapidly on the head with her lips and tongue.
Under such eager attentions, I reached the brink rather quickly. Marianne gave
my balls a gentle squeeze when she felt me beginning to come, then pushed me to
the back of her mouth to swallow up my cum as it spurted forth. She continued
sucking on me until my erection began to subside, then climbed up to lie beside
me.
"Happy?" I managed.
She giggled, hugging me.
"Yep. You?"
I nodded weakly, returning the hug.
We made love in earnest about half an hour later. Afterward, Marianne lay
beside me for a few minutes before sitting back and pushing her hair over her
head.
"You need to go?"
"No. I can spend the night. It's not a problem."
"Your mother doesn't care?"
"It's more that she didn't really object when I told her I was going to do it."
"Have they noticed your belly ring yet?"
"Yes. But under the circumstances, it's not their biggest concern."
"And what is?"
"That their little girl has finally discovered sex."
That gave me pause.
"You mean they think--"
She grinned, nodding.
"Mom did. At first. She was like, 'I wanted your first time to be something
more special than this,' and I had to go, 'Um, Mom, Steve wasn't my first.' She
got kind of miffed about that."
"How much did you tell her?"
"Nothing. She didn't want to know any more."
"She never figured out what you were doing before?"
"No. Like I told you, they didn't pay that much attention to what I did, never
mind what she said about having to beat the boys off with a stick. That's is
why she's being so hard on Hayley. I think she wants to correct her 'mistakes'
with me."
I pulled her back, and she crawled above me, letting her hair and big tits hang
down in my face. I kissed each nipple once and then pulled her mouth to mine.
"I wouldn't characterize you as a mistake."
She giggled, but I stifled it with a tongue.
We slept in, and I didn't really wake up until the phone rang at about nine-
thirty. I fumbled for it on the nightstand, knocking a few things over before
getting a good grip on the handset.
"Hello?"
"Steve? It's Tiffany."
"Oh. Hi. What's up?"
"Not much. Marianne is there, right?"
"Yeah."
"Can I talk to her?"
"Hold on."
Marianne had awoken beside me, and sat up against the headboard. She took the
phone and listened, running her fingers through her hair as Tiffany told her
something. I could hear Tiffany's voice but not what she was saying, and
whatever it was she had called about took several minutes to explain. Marianne
just nodded, and said "okay" a few times, and I slowly realized what this
probably involved.
Marianne finally said, "Okay. Let me know if anything else happens," and hung
up. She dropped the phone and stared blankly at the opposite wall until I
nudged her.
"Kitten?"
She looked over at me slowly.
"It's done. I may burn in Hell for this, but it's done."
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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I was too stunned to say anything, and I lay there staring at her until she was
ready to explain what had happened.
She rolled over toward me, taking my hand in hers.
"I need to tell you a story first, so you understand."
"Okay."
"This happened about five years ago, when I was thirteen and Hayley was ten.
Our parents have never really been happy together, at least not as long as I can
remember. I didn't really understand everything until recently, until I got
some perspective by watching my friends' parents and seeing how different things
were with them. I don't think my folks have loved each other for a long time.
I know they're staying together for my sake and Hayley's. But five years ago,
they almost got divorced."
She paused, sighing and looking down at the bed.
"This isn't easy to talk about. I'm sorry."
"It's all right. Take your time."
"My folks were fighting a lot back then. Every dinner seemed to end in an
argument and with me and Hayley hiding in our room together. I spent a lot of
time holding Hayley while she cried and asked me what was going on. I didn't
know what to tell her. I mean, I was only thirteen. I had no idea why our
folks were fighting so much.
"Very slowly, it dawned on me that my mother was accusing my dad of cheating on
her. He had been gone a lot, always working late. I thought I understood it,
but at the same time, I didn't. I didn't know anything about sex beyond the
basics then, and this book my Mom gave me about 'the facts of life,' you know,
always talked about husbands and wives. As if only married people had sex. So
I didn't know how my dad could be doing it with another woman. I guess I
thought that only happened on TV.
"Anyway. One day, everything blew up. My mom had gone to the grocery store and
caught my dad screwing some sixteen-year-old checkout girl in his office.
Everyone was screaming at each other, and Hayley and I hid in our closet crying.
My dad left and moved into an apartment, but all my Mom would say was that he
couldn't live with us right now. She wouldn't tell me what had happened, even
though she had to know that I had heard her yelling at him, you know 'I caught
you fucking her' and all. The neighbors probably heard her. But she just acted
like me and Hayley didn't know what was going on. She sighed again and didn't
say anything for nearly a minute.
"One afternoon, about a month after my Dad moved out, we got excused early from
school because of a fire in the cafeteria. It wasn't anything big, but they
sent everyone home early just to be safe. So Hayley and I get home at about two
o'clock, when we usually got back around three-thirty. And when we get back,
there's this strange car in the driveway. We go inside, and I can hear
something going on in my parent's bedroom."
"Oh, jeez."
"Yeah. Right. But wait. See, I heard it first, but Hayley was right there
with me. I knew somehow, I was old enough by then to know what must be going
on, you know, because I could hear my mother moaning and talking to someone.
But Hayley is just ten, and she thinks Mom is hurt or something. So she goes
running for the bedroom before I can stop her. And we both burst in there
together."
"Oh, my God. And she was in bed with someone?"
"Yes. But, you see, this is the thing." She paused again, looking up from the
bed. "It wasn't another man. It was a woman she worked with."
My jaw dropped.
"Oh, Jesus. What happened?"
"All of us freaked out at once. My mom and her friend flew apart and pulled the
sheets over themselves. Hayley starts crying. She doesn't even know what is
going on, but she starts crying anyway. I grab her and pull her out, back to
our room.
"I'm probably the only one who is halfway stable, and I try to calm her down,
but she's just going crazy, you know? Wanting to know why Mom is naked with this
other woman and why Dad is gone. Mom comes in a few seconds later gone
completely postal about why we're home so early and that we don't understand
what was going on. I don't even remember much of what happened after that.
Just that we were all crying and yelling at each other."
"What happened?"
"When Mom finally calms down, she tries to tell us that we can't tell Dad about
what we saw. I think now she was worried about the custody issues if they got
divorced, you know? She tried to make us swear to keep it a secret. But I
wouldn't. I told her I was going to tell Dad unless they got back together."
"And they did?"
"I don't know if it was because of what I said, but yeah. They were in
counseling for a while, and Hayley and I went along. The counselor got us to
talk about what had happened, and gradually I think we found a way to deal with
it. We just don't talk about those days now, and I think my folks are in this
kind of armed truce. I have a feeling that they're still cheating on each
other, but they decided to stay together for the sake of me and Hayley."
"Your mother is a lesbian?"
She nodded.
"I don't know if I inherited that, or what. I wonder about it sometimes. Not
that it really matters, I guess. But, yeah, she is. I pretty much know that
for sure now."
As this story gradually sank in, I suddenly remembered how we had gotten to this
point.
"Okay. I'm glad you can share all this with me. But what's the point here?"
She pursed her lips and took a deep breath.
"Steve, you know I love you."
"Yes."
"And I want you to know I did this because I love you. Because I love you, and
I love Hayley, and this was the only way I could think of to make it work."
I swallowed hard.
"Go on."
"At various times in the last year or so, I have noticed both my father and my
mother giving Tiffany a certain amount of a certain type of attention."
Everything dawned on me in a flood.
"Oh, my God."
"And, since that night last month, Tiffany has gotten seriously into being my
fuck toy. Even if we haven't done anything since then. Just little things she
says and does around me. When I was thinking about what to do, somehow this
idea came to me. I asked Tiffany if she would do it for me, and she said she
would."
All I could do was lie there and listen to her, aghast.
"Wednesday afternoon, when Hayley and I were at cheerleading practice, Tiffany
skipped out and came over here to my house. She pretended she was dropping
something off for me, but she stayed to talk to my Mom. She acted like she had
been jonesing for her for a while, and my Mom bought it. She did the same thing
with my Dad last night at work. That was what she just called about."
"Why?" I gasped.
"Because Tiffany is only seventeen. That means that my Mom and Dad are now just
as guilty as you are. They can't do anything about Hayley because they could
get busted too."
"Did she *tell* them this?"
"No. But she did joke around with them about it being statutory rape. Just so
they get the point. She said my Dad kind of freaked afterward, wanting to know
if she was going to say anything to anyone. She said she might tell me if he
got weird about it."
I stared blankly across the room as the full scope of what Marianne had done
unfolded in my head. She reached out and hugged me.
"I did it for us. It was the only way."
I rolled on my back and stared at the ceiling.
"I need to think about this."
She sat up, jaw vibrating softly.
"Are you mad?"
"I'm in shock. I don't know what I am."
"But everything is okay now. They can't stop Hayley from seeing you now."
"You would really do that? Blackmail your own parents?"
"Only because they're trying to break us all up. I'll only do it if they make
me."
She threw herself across my chest, beginning to cry.
"Steve, please! Don't be mad at me. Think about how it was. Hayley was going
to cut out of this completely. Now she can come back like it was before."
"I can't be a party to this."
"You aren't! You don't have to do anything! This is between me and Tiffany and
my folks."
I closed my eyes and sighed, listening to Marianne sobbing against my shoulder.
I put my arms around her and held her. She continued crying for several
minutes.
"Kitten. Listen."
She withdrew a little, eyes red, and looked up at me. I brushed the tears from
her cheeks and kissed her nose.
"I love you. That has not changed. But you need to give me some time to deal
with this."
"Okay."
"You said yourself that this was an extreme solution. You can't expect me to
swallow all of this in one gulp."
She nodded weakly.
"I know. Should I go?"
"That might be best. Just for now."
She sat up, pushing her hair back over her head and wiping her nose. Then she
looked back down at me sadly.
"Are we breaking up?"
That sent a stab through my gut, and I pulled her back down to me.
"No. We are not breaking up. I just need a little time to absorb all this."
"Okay. I love you."
"I love you too, Kitten."
She got up and got dressed. We gave each other a final hug, and she left.
I don't know how long I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. If I had been
walking a tightrope with Marianne and Hayley before, I now on a knife-edge. I
just shook my head at what Marianne had done. However much she tried to act
like an adult around me, she was still only eighteen. Only a teenager could
have come up with a scheme like this and thought it would work. What did she
expect to have to do? Tell her parents, "Let Hayley keep screwing Steve or I'll
tell everyone you screwed my friend?" She would be tossing a lit match into a
barrel of gasoline. *Anything* could happen.
I didn't see any of them for a few days while I tried to get my mind around
this. By the middle of the next week, I still didn't know what to do, but I
began to feel as if the time for ruminating over this was coming to an end. I
realized that I needed to know more about this. I wanted to talk to Marianne,
but my emotions were still in too much turmoil. She would probably start crying
again, or want to go straight to bed, neither of which would go very far toward
clearing my thought processes.
So I called someone else. It took some work to track down her number, but I
found her Thursday afternoon. After a brief conversation, she agreed to come
over that night.
I was just finishing dinner when she showed up.
"Hi."
"Thanks for coming over."
"I'm guessing this isn't another sex slave session you have in mind here."
"No. I need to talk to you about a few things."
I showed Tiffany into the den, and she sat on the couch. I took the spot at the
far end.
"Marianne's folks, right?"
"Right. I'm not passing judgment on any of what happened, okay? I know you had
your own reasons for going along with the idea. I'm just trying to get a handle
on it."
She nodded.
"Okay. What do you want to know?"
"You don't have to go into a lot of detail, but I'd just like to know what
happened."
She pulled her feet up under her butt and leaned against the back of the couch,
facing me.
"Well, there's not much to tell. Marianne called me last week telling me she
needed to ask me a big favor. I sort of flirted with her about it, you know,
'Are you asking me as your friend or ordering me as your slave?' So she told me
what she had in mind. I thought it sounded pretty crazy, but I told her that if
she wanted me to do it, I would. So, last week, I went by her house like I was
coming over to see her. I spent some time talking to her mom and kind of
flirting with her.
"She tried to play it cool at first, but once I touched her the first time, I
was sort of pretending to arrange her hair like I was suggesting she change it
somehow, she pretty much lost it. And afterward, she got all guilty and upset,
telling me I couldn't tell Marianne and that it could never happen again and
that I had to understand that she had a 'special understanding' with her
husband. All that kind of shit, you know?"
"But that clearly wasn't her first time?"
"Oh, no. She really knew what she was doing. I mean, the sex was great. When
it came to, you know, eating me, she was the best I've had by far. No offense."
"None taken."
"It was only afterward that she got all weird about it."
"What about her father?"
She laughed.
"I told you how he grabbed my butt once, right?"
"Yes."
"He took a lot less work than she did. I just went by the store where he works,
flirted with him a little, then asked to see his office. And he came on to me
before I did anything else."
"How was it?"
"Shit. I mean it. Worse than the first guy I slept with, which I didn't think
could possibly have been any worse. It was over in less than a minute, you
know? I hardly had time to get wet enough to do it. I teased him about it
afterward, and he completely freaked out, saying he never did stuff like this
before and I couldn't tell anybody and all, especially Marianne. I made fun of
him, and turned into this little boy almost, getting all red and embarrassed. I
had a good laugh about it when I got home."
"And neither of them had a clue what you were really doing?"
"Not as far as I know. Her dad, shit, I have no problem with fucking with him
over this. He's a toad. But her Mom..."
She sighed.
"I do feel bad about her. There was something weird going on in her head while
we were doing it. I don't know what it was, but it was something. I would have
a tough time getting her busted over what we did. I do like her. She can be
pretty cool when she's not gone all mother-y."
"Huh."
"So what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. I need to think about this some more."
Tiffany went home, and I tried to digest what she had told me. No solutions
presented themselves that night. But the next day at work, I decided that I
could not let this situation fester any longer. I had to shoulder my
responsibility to unravel this mess. And I could see only one way of doing it.
I knew, from having seen a little office notepad Marianne had had with her once,
where her mother worked. I got the number from information, and after gathering
my courage for a few minutes, made the call.
"Elizabeth Mulcahey."
"Mrs. Mulcahey, this is Steve Chandler."
She didn't respond for a few seconds.
"What do you want?" she asked icily.
"I would like to have lunch with you this afternoon. There are some things we
need to say to each other."
"I have nothing to say to you."
"Well, I have a great deal I need to say to you. And I think you will want to
hear this once you see what it is."
"Which is what?"
"It's not something we can discuss over the phone."
"I am a busy woman, Mr. Chandler. I do not have time to listen to whatever
snow job you want to put over on me."
"This isn't a snow job. There are just certain things I think you need to know
about."
I could almost hear her fuming over the phone.
"All right. I suppose I have no choice. Do you know where I am?"
"Yes. I've been over to that office park a few times."
"There is a little sandwich shop on the first floor of my building. I will be
there at noon."
"Fine."
She hung up.
I got to the sandwich shop at eleven-fifty and ordered a turkey and swiss on
rye. I sat down in the corner of the patio to wait. At a few minutes before
twelve, I saw Elizabeth Mulcahey coming around the building from the main
entrance. She gave me a steely glare as she approached. Again, there was that
odd twinge of familiarity about her, though I was still unable to place it.
"Hello."
"Hello," I said. "Why don't you get your lunch first?"
She nodded and went inside, returning a few minutes later with a salad and an
iced tea.
"All right. Say what you have to say."
I took a deep breath and began.
"What I'm about to tell you is not going to make you happy. It will probably
make you very, very unhappy, but I have been put into a situation where I see no
other choice but to tell you. The alternative is too precarious and ugly for me
to be comfortable about allowing it to continue."
I had to look away from her for a moment.
"I know about you and Tiffany. What happened between the two of you was part of
a prearranged plan between her and Marianne." I looked back at her now, seeing
her face gone white. "I did not find out about it until afterward. Tiffany has
also slept with your husband. Marianne thought this would provide her with
something to hold over your heads."
Elizabeth turned away from me, closing her eyes tightly. I watched her swallow
hard and try to compose herself. She took a ragged breath.
"Why? She had you. What else did she want?"
I couldn't answer her for a few seconds, and I had to force the words out of my
mouth.
"Because she was afraid of what would happen if you found out about Hayley."
Her jaw dropped and her eyes bulged in their sockets. She stared at me in
horror, looking for anything that would deny the picture I had just put in her
head. I just looked back at her.
Then she slapped me, hard enough to make the other customers turn and stare at
us. She did it again, and I grabbed her hand. She struggled with me, trying to
pull free, and I let go of her after a second or two. She fell back into her
chair, pushing it away from the table as she gasped for breath.
"You... you... how could you?"
I had to tear my eyes away from her.
"It's not something I'm particularly proud of. Marianne brought her into this,
and she wants her to continue being a part of it. When she told you about us, I
thought it would be enough to ease Hayley out. But apparently neither of them
wanted that. I don't know whether it's just adolescent infatuation, but Hayley
has convinced herself that she loves me, and Marianne does not want to force her
out. I know about your husband's history, and I know that may have something to
do with this."
"And now you're going to blackmail me with what I did with that girl so you can
continue doing this?"
"I'm not trying to blackmail you. I'm trying to get you to see the situation
that Marianne has created."
I looked back at her now, seeing her wiping tears out of her eyes. She looked
away from me, across the front lawn of the office park.
"Does she know you're here?"
"No. She thought she could just set this up and then dump it on you if you ever
found out about Hayley. But I decided I could not let her try to blackmail her
own parents."
She laughed bitterly.
"Oh, you're just a wellspring of morality and ethics, aren't you?"
Something about the sneer she shot at me, the precise angle to the curve of her
lips, stabbed through my gut with a twinge of long-forgotten adolescent angst.
I had seen that look before (On her? On someone else?), but it was just out of
reach. The memory was like a puff of smoke, too intangible to grasp.
"I don't pretend to be perfect. I'm just trying to straighten this out with the
fewest number of people getting hurt."
"And what do you want me to do?"
"Think about where we are. If Hayley has a fit about this and tells someone, or
you turn me in, what you and your husband did will probably come out too. I
don't think that the county Department of Child Services will look very kindly
on this situation. I don't think Marianne has thought this through, but *all*
of us could get busted for this, including her. She's eighteen now, and they
might just charge her with aiding and abetting statutory rape. So all of us get
arrested, and Hayley gets taken out of your house and put in foster care. That
is not an improvement on this situation."
She swallowed hard.
"You are asking me... to allow--" and she shot these words at me like daggers
"--my fifteen-year-old daughter... to continue sleeping with a man who is older
than I am." "I'm not asking you to do anything. I just want you to appreciate
the reality of it."
"So I do nothing, and you get to go on screwing my daughters."
"And you get to continue having a halfway-normal relationship with them, and you
get to continue whatever arrangement it is you've worked out with your husband."
"Very nice for you."
I took a sip of my drink to clear my throat.
"I would like you to recognize something. Before you showed up here, you knew
about none of this. I could have let it continue the way it had, sneaking
around and pretending Hayley hardly knew me. I could have tried some other
method to end this thing with her and risk having Marianne dump what she had
done on your heads.
"Instead, I came here and confessed to having sex with your daughter. Do you
recognize how far out my neck is here? What a risk I am taking with this
conversation? I am doing it because I care about Hayley and Marianne. I care
about their emotional and mental health. I could not allow Marianne to do
something she would regret the rest of her life."
"You act as if she forced you into doing what you did with Hayley."
"No. She didn't. But no one forced you to sleep with Tiffany either."
She closed her eyes and shook her head.
"I know why Marianne picked her for this. She couldn't have been blind to how I
was acting around her. But she doesn't know everything. Tiffany... when I was
Marianne's age, long before I truly realized who I was, there was a girl I knew
who was a lot like her. I had an enormous crush on her for a long time. It
wasn't anything I understood until later.
"She was straight, so there was no chance of anything happening even if I had
understood what I was really feeling. And when Marianne became friends with
Tiffany, all this baggage from my childhood came welling back up, all the
uncertainty and misery I had struggled with, all the unrequited emotions I had
had for this girl. Everything I thought I had dealt with in the past few years.
I'm sure Marianne sensed some of this, since she knows enough about me. So when
Tiffany came on to me last week, it was a like a dam broke. I don't think I
could have stopped had there been a gun to my head."
I nodded slowly.
"For what it's worth, I've talked to Tiffany about this. It wasn't a callous
seduction on her part. She feels bad about it. I think she does like you on
some level."
"For what little that's worth now," she said angrily.
"I want to tell you something that I have never told Marianne. I was never sure
how she would react to it. It was something similar to what you've just told
me. When I was in high school, there was a girl I knew, a beautiful blonde
cheerleader like Marianne. For whatever reason, I developed a crush on her like
you did with that girl. But I was a nobody, a random pothead who hung out with
the other losers.
"So instead of just ignoring me, she toyed with me for nearly a month,
pretending to flirt with me and then embarrassing me. The one time I got up
enough courage to ask her out, she pretended to agree. And when I showed up
that night, she had gotten the football team to lie in wait for me. They beat
the crap out of me and then threw me in a dumpster behind the local grocery
store, full of rotting garbage. I had to limp all the way home smelling like an
open grave."
For some reason Elizabeth's face had gone completely white, and she stared at me
as if she had seen a ghost. But I went on with my story.
"And when I met Marianne, that whole awful experience came back to me. Except
that she's nothing like that girl beyond the way she looks. I won't pretend
that the age difference isn't some level of turn-on for me. But that is why.
Because girls like Marianne treated me like shit when I was her age."
The shock on Elizabeth's face finally penetrated my retrospection. She gasped
for breath as she stared at me.
"What's wrong?"
"Where did you go to high school?"
That was it, the one little trigger I needed. Something snapped in my head, and
everything rushed back into me in a flood. I suddenly realized why she seemed
so damned familiar.
The two us stared at each other as if we had never met. Except, of course, we
had.
"My maiden name was Dunbar," she said slowly. "And you used to have long hair,
didn't you?"
"Jesus fucking Christ."
"That was me. The cheerleader who got you beaten up."
"Yes."
"My God. I am so sorry. I felt so bad about that afterwards. I never meant
for them to take it that far."
I struggled against my shock, and Elizabeth looked away from me, still shaking
her head in amazement. After a few moments, I finally regained enough composure
to make some sense of this incredible coincidence.
"You know, I sometimes think that human beings aren't half as rational and
intelligent as we think we are. That we're really nothing more than
disorganized bundles of experiences and neuroses, just waiting for other people
to come along and push our buttons. People like Marianne and Tiffany. I know
this relationship is distasteful for you. But I do love your daughter. I would
never do anything to hurt her, or Hayley. I am sincerely here to resolve this
dilemma without their getting hurt."
She nodded slowly, sighing.
"So what do we do?"
"Nothing. We go on the way we have been. Hopefully this thing of Hayley's,
whatever it is, will run its course in a few months. She's too young to know
what she's really feeling. You can go on with whatever you've been doing. If
you were to call Tiffany and want to see her again, I really think she would be
receptive. She said some very nice things about you. And your husband can
continue doing whatever it is he's been doing."
She laughed softly.
"Screwing the checkout girls." She shook her head. "How much did Marianne tell
you about us?"
"Just that you nearly got divorced five years ago because you caught him with
one of his employees. And that she caught you with a friend of yours."
She nodded.
"That period was when I finally realized who I was. But I realized also that I
did not want to get divorced, for Marianne and Hayley's sake. We agreed that we
would simply live together as roommates and conduct our own business, as long as
we did it discreetly. I think now that I underestimated the effect it would
have on the girls. I think we could have handled this better, not set that sort
of example for them. I shouldn't have pretended they wouldn't notice. But
that's water under the bridge."
She looked away from me again, staring off into the sky.
"I know Marianne cares about you very much. That is what has made this so hard.
That I was losing her because of the mistakes I had made."
She exhaled slowly.
"I'll go along with this. For their sakes. But if you ever, *ever,* hurt
either one of them, no force on Earth will prevent me from making you pay for
it. No matter what they do to me."
"I know that. That's why I'm here."
"Don't worry about my husband. He pays no attention to what we do unless
something forces the issue. I think he's already decided that he's going to
ignore what Marianne does. Because it only makes him feel guilty about these
girls he exploits at work."
She turned back toward me and leaned forward over the table.
"I want to say one last thing. If you were somewhat younger, maybe twenty-five
or so, I would have no objection to this relationship. I've always thought
Marianne needed someone older and more responsible than she is, to give her the
sort of support and guidance she's never gotten from her father. I just wish
you were younger. I just wish she didn't feel like she had to go looking for a
surrogate father. But I guess you can't have everything you want."
"I don't know that that's the sort of relationship we have."
"It's how it looks to me. But that's neither here nor there at this point.
She's an adult now. I can't really stop her from seeing you."
She stood up.
"I need to get back to work. I'll speak to Marianne and Hayley this afternoon."
"Thank you. I mean that."
She nodded once, and then she was gone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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I wasn't sure what to expect when I got home that night, but Marianne's Bug was
parked in my driveway. When I entered the garage and shut off the engine, I
could hear the stereo in the den playing at high volume, blasting out my old
copy of "Dressed to Kill." Gene Simmons and the crew were chanting:
I want to rock and roll all nite and party every day! I want to rock and roll
all nite and party every day!
I came into the house, and there I found Marianne and Hayley dancing around
together in the den. They danced up to me, arms in the air and bodies jerking
with the music, and hugged me. Marianne gave me a big kiss, and Hayley did
likewise.
"I love you," Marianne said over the stereo. "Me too," her sister said
immediately.
"You're not mad?"
"No," Marianne said. "I love you more than ever. Because you took such a risk
for us. I know now that idea was insane. I could never have had my parents
thrown in jail. My mom and I talked about going back into therapy, to deal with
all these issues we've been ignoring. But she also said she thinks she finally
understands what I see in you. That she thinks she can trust you not to hurt
us."
"I hope so."
I held them both and began dancing with them. They giggled and squirmed in my
arms, pressing themselves against me. I kissed one, then the other, groping at
random breasts and buttocks. When I tried to shove a hand up Hayley's baby tee,
she pulled it over her head. Her bra hit the floor a moment later.
Marianne pushed me back toward the couch, and I sat down with a girl straddling
each leg. Marianne was topless in a few seconds, and I contented myself with
kissing them and playing with their big tits for a little while. Hayley, if I
was not mistaken, had grown a bit since I had first met her. She was still as
firm as she had been, but I suspected she would be moving up to D-cup bras
fairly soon at this rate.
Marianne withdrew a little while I was in the middle of tweaking two pairs of
nipples.
"I feel like something different."
"Like what, Kitten?"
"Something we haven't done before."
Hayley giggled.
"We've done a lot."
"I know. So I'm trying to think of something new."
"Whatever happened with your English teacher?" I asked Hayley.
She giggled again.
"I don't know if she ever figured out what it was, but we left a big stain on
the wood. I saw her rubbing her desk with a paper towel and sniffing the stain
that Monday morning. I had to run away to keep from laughing at her."
"Oh, God. The poor woman."
I could see from the look in Marianne's eye that she had come up with an idea.
"What would you think of going down to the beach?"
"And doing it there?"
"Yeah. In the dunes. There's a lot of places that would work. I used to go
there with the boyfriend I had before Randy."
"That would be cool," Hayley said.
"You two would have to get dressed."
Marianne grinned.
"No, see, what I was thinking was that we could go down there nude."
Hayley's eyebrows shot up.
"What?"
"I can't drive my car around naked," I said.
"No. You wouldn't. Just me and Hayley will go nude. If we go in the Jeep, the
back windows are tinted enough to hide us. You could drive us off the lot into
the sand, then we could jump out when it was clear."
Hayley giggled nervously.
"What if someone saw us or something?"
"That's the point. The risk, you know? Come on."
She poked Hayley in the stomach.
"Don't be a wuss. You were cheerleading commando right after you fucked Steve
that night."
That was enough peer pressure to convince her. They both stripped out of their
clothes while I searched for a beach blanket. Then, giggling nervously, they
ran naked into the garage and jumped into the back seat of my Grand Cherokee. I
climbed into the driver's seat, sparing a brief glance at the nude, nubile flesh
behind me before starting the engine.
Luckily, Daylight Savings Time had ended a few weeks earlier, so by the time I
got to the beach, it was already quite dark. Hayley and Marianne had been
giggling and looking around at the other traffic during the entire trip.
I drove to the end of the public parking lot, seeing no one around (but then, it
was 8 o'clock on a weeknight), then drove the Jeep over the curb into the sand.
This was only about the fourth time I had used the 4WD since buying the thing
two years before, but the Jeep handled it well enough. I took us about a
hundred yards down the beach and parked between a couple of high dunes. There
were houses up on the cliffs above us, but they were a good two hundred yards
away, and with a new moon out, it was far too dark to see anything down here.
When I shut off the engine and the headlights, Marianne opened the door nearest
the ocean. She looked around, then hopped out onto the sand. She stretched her
arms above her and did a pirouette.
"Woo!"
Hayley hesitated for a few seconds before joining her. Marianne took her arms
and tried to get her to dance in a circle. Instead, she squealed in nervous
excitement and ran over to me, pressing herself against me.
Marianne walked up to us, blithely unconcerned about her nudity. In the
darkness, her blonde hair was almost silver, and she looked like a sylph
descended from the sky.
She pulled Hayley away from me.
"Come on. Relax. There's no one to see you."
I scanned the cliffside above us, seeing nothing. Marianne let out a whoop and
ran down the beach toward the water. I watched her naked form cavorting at the
edge of the surf. Hayley remained next to me, though she appeared to be growing
used to the situation.
I stripped out of my clothes, then took her hand. She followed me down toward
the ocean, and Marianne ran up to us.
"This is so cool! I feel so free."
She took Hayley's hand again, and this time Hayley went with her, laughing
excitedly, as she ran around on the beach. I watched them as they played
together, all long legs and tight buttocks, full breasts bouncing around, silver
hair fluttering in the wind. The two people I cared about most in the world--
and they had come from the person I had once despised more than anything on
Earth. I would probably never tell them about my history with their mother. It
would serve no point now. Ancient history, water under the bridge, whatever you
wanted to call it. It would do nothing but confuse them.
I realized I had an erection long after it must have happened. They bounced
back toward me, and Marianne laughed.
"Is that for us?"
"If you're looking for one."
Hayley glanced nervously around.
"We can't do it all the way out here." "I know," her sister said, "we'll go
back to the car."
Marianne took my hand and pulled us both back toward the Jeep. She got the
beach blanket out of the car and we spread it out in a hollow between a pair of
dunes.
I lay on my back and they lay across me, kissing me and pushing their breasts in
my face. I sucked on four nipples alternately for a few minutes before Marianne
descended to take my erection in her mouth. Hayley tried to join her, but I
instead guided her above me, getting her to squat over my head. I extended my
tongue and began to eat her as Marianne sucked on me.
The night was cool, though not uncomfortably so, and the contrast between the
night air and Marianne's hot mouth was almost painful. I had to concentrate
entirely on licking up at Hayley to keep from coming immediately. Hayley rode
my tongue slowly, rocking her hips back and forth. I took her firm cheerleading
butt in my hands, caressing her and holding her close to me.
Marianne withdrew, and I felt her straddling me. A moment later, I was sinking
into her tight wetness. Hayley reversed herself to lean against her sister, and
we were soon all pleasuring each other. I sucked Hayley's clit and lips into my
mouth, rolling her clit around with my tongue. Marianne rode me steadily,
grinding herself against the base of my cock, keeping me deeply within her.
Hayley and Marianne leaned against each other's shoulders, gently caressing each
other's breasts.
Hayley came first, well before Marianne or me. She shuddered over my mouth,
letting out a soft cry as her thighs battered my ears. I kept up my attentions,
and she came again about a minute later, throwing herself to the side. Marianne
dropped all the way down onto me once the way was clear. I put my arms around
her, kissing her deeply.
We rolled over next to Hayley, who lay there quietly watching us. Marianne
pulled her legs up to my sides, and I pushed the last bit of myself into her.
She bit at my ear, whispering obscenities that I hoped Hayley couldn't hear.
She urged me on, moaning at me, and suddenly spiked up off the blanket at me,
digging her nails in to my butt. She squealed once, quickly, before the sound
was lost in the night breeze. Her climactic thrashings were enough to finish me
off, and I joined her a moment or two later, heaving my cum into her.
I rolled off Marianne to lie between them when I had recovered. They snuggled
against me, seeking the shared warmth of our bodies. My cock, damp with cum and
Marianne's fluids, soon grew cold and limp in the sea air. I sat up, looking
around us, but seeing nothing. The noise of the surf had been more than enough
to mask the sounds of our lovemaking, but I wasn't going to take any chances.
"This is pretty neat," Hayley said.
"What did I tell you?" Marianne said. "Never doubt an older sister. We know
about stuff like this."
Hayley smirked at her, and I lay back down between them. We soon fell into
another joint grope. Marianne slid down my chest and went to work on restoring
my erection. Hayley stayed up top, and we kissed and fondled each other for a
few minutes. I pulled her beautiful breasts up to my mouth and suckled both
until her nipples were hard and tight.
Marianne pulled back and got her sister's attention.
"Your turn."
Hayley giggled, straddling me, and I slipped into her, moving from the cool
night air into the damp furnace inside her. She pulled her legs up, letting me
bottom out as Marianne lay down beside us. She laid her head on my arm and
caressed my chest as Hayley rode my cock.
Only a minute into it, she rolled to one side and pulled me on top of her. I
positioned myself between her thighs and began making love to her in earnest.
Marianne lay still, watching us and smiling at me. Hayley wrapped her legs
around my butt, pulling me in further. Both of us were growing tired, and we
took our time with it, moving slowly and letting the sensations build. Her
release, when it came, was deep and quiet, a tense shudder underneath me. She
bit lightly at my shoulder and let out a soft whimper. I loosened the brakes
and sped my thrusts.
Marianne suddenly sat up and reached behind me, finding my balls. She began
playing with them gently, but the effect was dramatic. My legs thrashed
uncontrollably, and I drove roughly into her sister. Hayley cried out, holding
me tightly. I groaned, and as Hayley shook in orgasm under me, I spurted off
violently into her loins. Marianne giggled at what she had done and lay back
down beside us.
I took them home around ten. Hayley got dressed and went back to her house, and
Marianne and I went to bed. We lay down together, holding each other.
"What exactly did your mother tell you?"
"She sat us both down in the family room and told us how she had talked with you
and that she knew what was going on. I almost had a heart attack. I thought
she was about to tell us that she had you arrested or something, except that she
wasn't acting mad or upset."
"How did she seem?"
"Sad. Tired. I don't know. That actually scared me more, because I had no
idea what could have happened. I mean, I hadn't talked to you in almost a week,
and I was getting really worried. Really, really worried. Then my mom just
says, 'I know what you did.' I almost died."
"I'm sorry. I needed some time to work through all this."
She hugged me.
"I know. I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at myself for being so dumb. I
thought I had lost you because of it."
I returned the hug, stroking her head.
"So what did she say?"
"She told us how you guys had talked and how you had decided just to let things
be for now. I was scared to death because she obviously knew what I had done to
her with Tiffany. I felt so bad about it that I started crying. But Mom told
me she just didn't want to talk about it, that what was done was done, you know.
She told me how she had done some stupid things in the past because she was in
love with someone."
"What about your dad?"
"He doesn't know. Mom said we would just leave him out of it. So I guess we
will."
"You don't think he'll notice?"
"No. God... Steve, this will sound so awful, but I'm closer to you than I've
ever been to him. He just, it seems like he tries to avoid us, me and Hayley.
There's always been like some sort of wall between us. He'll get mad at us when
we do something wrong, but he's never been very affectionate or friendly."
"I'm sorry."
She nuzzled my neck.
"It's okay. I have you. That's all that matters."
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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Marianne and I went out on our usual Friday evening date that weekend, though
Hayley came along with us. Far from being jealous of Hayley's increasingly
frequent presence, as I had once feared, Marianne seemed to be adjusting quite
well to having her around. Granted, the usual sisterly teasing and jibes were
always there, but it was never anything that struck at the heart of our
relationship, whatever it was. As long as Marianne had her share of private
time with me (something I was careful about), she didn't seem to mind much at
all about bringing Hayley along.
We went to dinner down by the beach and then walked through the neighborhood
outside the University. We window-shopped for about half an hour, drifting
randomly around, before passing the tattoo parlor. Hayley slowed down and
lingered in front of the window. "Steve?"
"Hmm?"
"Could I...?" she glanced at Marianne, "could I get a belly ring?"
Marianne laughed out loud.
"Go for it," she said. "I don't care."
Hayley smiled nervously at her, then looked back to me.
"Can I?"
"I guess so. Sure."
"It's going to hurt worse than that tattoo," Marianne said. "It's not like
getting your ears pierced."
Hayley fidgeted for a few seconds.
"I wanna do it."
"Okay," I said, "let's go."
We went inside, and while Hayley lay on her back awaiting her operation,
Marianne and I leaned against the counter and watched.
"Do you like that clit stud Tiffany has?"
I gave her a wary look.
"Not on you."
She grinned.
"You don't think it would look good?"
"I'd have to think about it."
She giggled.
"I'm kidding. There's no way I'm letting anyone shove needle through my clit.
But I was maybe thinking of getting a tongue stud like Ashley's."
She licked her lips.
"You know what those are good for, right? I'd think you'd enjoy that one, at
least."
A frisson of anticipation ran down my spine, and my teeth went on edge.
"Yeah."
She giggled and nuzzled my shoulder. A few minutes later, Hayley reappeared
with her belly ring.
"It didn't hurt that much. What do you think?"
She held up her baby tee so we could get a good look at it. She had gotten a
little gold ring just like Marianne's.
"I like it."
"It looks good on you, short stuff."
"Thanks."
I paid the bill, and we resumed our window shopping. Hayley kept checking out
her navel about every five seconds until Marianne laughed at her for doing it.
Not far down the street was a trendy sex toy/video store that seemed to cater to
the same crowd I had seen hanging around the tattoo parlor. Both Marianne and
Hayley laughed and leaned against the window to look inside.
"Can we go in there?" Hayley asked.
I glanced toward the door, where I saw the expected "No One Under 18 Admitted"
sign.
"You may have to stay out here, Little Kit."
She pouted, but she didn't argue. Marianne took my hand and led me into the
store. We spent a few minutes browsing the adult videos and bondage gear before
Marianne suddenly shrieked in excited embarrassment. She ran down the aisle and
grabbed something off the shelf. As I approached, I saw what she had found: a
strap-on dildo.
"Have you ever used one of these?"
I laughed.
"Me? I don't exactly need one, I think."
"No, I mean like with another girl."
"No."
"Can we get it?"
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"What for?"
"I don't know, like to use with Tiffany or Ashley."
"You want to use it?"
Her excitement dropped a notch or two.
"Does that weird you out or something?"
"Not really. It's just a surprise."
"Oh. So can we?"
"I guess so."
She took my hand and led me to the counter. The salesman was jaded enough not
to give either of us a second glance as he bagged it up. We found Hayley
waiting dejectedly on a bench outside, but she jumped up as we came out of the
store.
"What did you get?"
Marianne opened the bag to let her see. Hayley's forehead creased in confusion.
"What... what is it?"
Marianne giggled and leaned in to whisper something to her. Hayley's eyes
swelled after a few seconds, and she looked at Marianne in amazement.
"No way."
"Way."
Hayley looked back in the bag, then back up at the two of us.
"Wow. Jeez."
She remained in a state of dazed shock for several minutes as we walked back to
the car. Marianne had opened the box to examine the thing on the drive home
when Hayley suddenly spoke up.
"Are we going to use that tonight?"
Marianne looked up in surprise, glancing at me, then at her sister.
"Uh... I don't know. Do you want to?"
"What did you get it for, then?"
"For like, with the other girls."
"But not me?"
Marianne glanced at me again.
"Why? Do you want to try it out?"
"Could we?"
Marianne shrugged.
"I guess so. Why not?"
My head spun momentarily -- but no, that's not really it, I thought a split-
second later. They wouldn't really be having sex. It wouldn't be much
different than playing with each other's tits when we all made love together.
Less than that, right? They wouldn't even really be touching each other. Not
much, anyway.
The girls seemed intrigued by this idea, so I kept my thoughts to myself. We
drove the rest of the way in silence.
Once we were inside, Hayley and Marianne went straight upstairs. They sat on my
bed, and examined the dildo together. Hayley turned it over in her hands while
Marianne read the little instruction book that came with it. The dildo was one
of those thick, veined, silicone rubber pseudo-penises, not just a hard rod of
plastic. I saw Hayley wrinkle her nose and sniff the thing briefly as I hung up
my sport jacket.
"How does it work?" Hayley asked.
Marianne showed her something in the manual.
"I think it's kind of like a jockstrap."
"Huh."
"What have you got in mind here?" I asked.
Marianne giggled, then took the dildo from Hayley and hopped off the bed.
"I'm going to go put it on. You guys get undressed."
Hayley and I helped each other out of the remainder of our clothes, then lay
down on the bed. She lay on her back, propping herself up on her elbows and
looking nervously toward the bathroom where Marianne was getting ready.
Hoping to calm her down, I rolled next to her and took her in my arms. She
kissed me as I played with her breasts, squeezing them and pushing them around
on her chest. I bent to suck on her left nipple, and slid a hand down between
her thighs. I ran my finger through her neatly trimmed blonde pubes before
finding her clit. I gave it a tweak, and she convulsed under me, biting my
tongue lightly.
I continued playing with her after I heard the bathroom door open. Marianne
tickled my feet, and I looked up.
It did indeed look like she had on a jockstrap, albeit one with a seven-inch
rubber penis sticking out of it. Hayley's eyes bulged, but she said nothing.
"Roll over," Marianne said. "Get on your hands and knees."
Hayley complied, and Marianne climbed on the bed behind her. I sat up to watch
as Marianne reached between Hayley's legs, feeling her way forward. I noticed
that she had rubbed the massage oil all over the dildo, and she now eased the
oily rubber penis into her sister.
Hayley moaned, inhaling sharply as Marianne sank into her.
"How does that feel?"
Hayley only whimpered, putting her head down on the pillow. I reached out to
caress her face as Marianne began to fuck her slowly. Hayley moved with her,
rocking back and forth, and after a ten or twenty seconds of it, reached between
her legs to play with herself. She braced herself against the headboard as
Marianne began thrusting harder.
"Get in front of her," Marianne said suddenly. "Get her to suck you while I
fuck her."
Hayley moved back a little to let me in, and I slid over. She grabbed my cock
with her free hand and immediately swallowed it up. She bobbed as eagerly as
she could go, and I could feel the force of Marianne's thrusts through Hayley's
mouth.
"Is this doing anything for you?" I gasped.
Marianne grinned.
"Well, physically, not really. But it's still hot."
Hayley moaned around my erection, pushing back harder at her sister. Marianne
resumed her thrusts, and Hayley sucked harder on me. She began to whimper,
bouncing back and forth between us, impaling herself from two directions, on my
dick and Marianne. Marianne responded by fucking her faster, and I could see
Hayley's hand going like crazy between her legs.
A few seconds later, she let out a squeak, bit down lightly on my dick, and
shuddered in orgasm. Marianne continued fucking her, and Hayley suddenly reared
up, embracing me and kissing me as her sister did her from behind. I reached
under her, finding her wet twat split open by the dildo, and began masturbating
her myself.
Marianne's rapid thrusts caused Hayley to press closely against me, and I felt
her beginning to shiver with another orgasm. She squealed into my ear when it
peaked, and then threw herself to the side, falling off of the dildo. She held
my arm tightly, shaking in the aftermath.
Marianne crawled forward and kissed me. I reached between her legs, past the
dildo, and found her dripping pussy. She purred as I stroked her.
"That was pretty cool."
"What do you want to do now?"
She reached over and stroked Hayley's arm.
"You want to try it?"
"On you?"
She laughed.
"Who else? Yeah."
"Okay."
Marianne took the thing off and helped Hayley into it. Then she ran back to the
bathroom, returning with the massage oil.
"I want you two to fuck me at the same time. I'll get on top of Steve, and you
do me from behind."
"You mean, like, in your butt?"
"Right."
She oiled up the dildo again, ignoring Hayley's look of nervous apprehension,
then oiled herself. I had remained on my back, and Marianne crawled over me.
She lay down on top, kissing me and writhing against me. I felt her reaching
between us, and a moment later I was sliding into her wetness.
She pulled up her knees, opening herself to Hayley, who crawled around behind
her.
"Are you ready for this?" she asked me.
"Are you?"
"I'm going to try. I've always fantasized about doing it like this. Since I'm
not going to do it with another guy now, this is the next best thing."
I felt Hayley closing with us, then Marianne tensing up.
"Gently, okay? I'm really tight back there now."
I couldn't see much from my angle, but I felt it when Hayley thrust slowly into
Marianne's butt, because Marianne shuddered and dug her nails into my arm. Then
I felt the dildo moving against my cock, separated by a thin layer of tissue
inside her. The sensation sent chills down my spine.
Marianne whimpered softly, but pushed back against both of us.
"What do I do?" Hayley asked.
"Fuck me. Gently, but fuck me."
Hayley began to thrust slowly in and out of her sister's ass. I couldn't move
much at all in my position, because Marianne held me tightly in her arms and
between her knees. I didn't want to hurt her, so I lay still. And the
stimulation I was getting from Hayley made my participation unnecessary.
Marianne writhed slowly between us, moaning, gripping my arms, biting at my
shoulder, kissing me weakly, digging herself against my cock. Hayley kept up a
slow, steady thrusting, and I was soon getting more and more heated up. I was
unable to stop myself from thrusting up at Marianne slowly, and she pushed back
at me, rolling her hips. She whimpered again, and moved more purposefully.
The novelty of this encounter soon dulled my perception of it, and I lost myself
in the sensations. Hayley sped her thrusts, and Marianne began rocking rapidly
back and forth. Her hands her claws on my shoulders, and her face was twisted
into an agonized grimace as if she were being tortured. Her movements sped up,
and soon she was thrashing between us.
She let out a shriek, digging her nails into my arms so hard it hurt. A titanic
wave of climax seemed to be washing over her, and she finally threw herself
violently forward across my chest. Hayley stayed inside her, staying where she
was. She grinned down at me.
"This is actually pretty cool. I think I can kind of see what it's like to be a
guy now."
Marianne whimpered softly against my neck, hugging me. Hayley withdrew, going
into the bathroom to clean up. I stroked Marianne's back affectionately.
"You okay?"
"Sore," she managed, "but happy."
"Good."
"Did you come?"
"No."
She rolled slowly on her back, pulling me on top of her.
"Come now. Use me." She giggled. "Just fuck me. I'm too tired to come again
anyway."
Taking the hint, I began thrusting into her. I had been hard for so long
without release that my erection ached, and the sweet friction of her wet pussy
swept over me, consuming me in pleasure. My cum was rapidly boiling in my
groin, spinning, surging, then finally spurting helplessly into her. She held
me close, lying still under me. I fell onto her body with a gasp.
"I love you," she whispered, "I love you."
"Mmm. You too."
Then the phone rang. I had no intention of answering it until I leaned over and
glanced at the Caller ID. "Who is it?"
"Your mom. I better get it."
I reached for the handset just as Hayley came out of the bathroom, naked,
holding the strap-on dildo. I had to close my eyes and compose myself before
speaking to their mother.
"Hello?"
"Steve, it's Elizabeth. The girls are there, aren't they?"
"Yes. Do you want to talk to them?"
"Let me speak to Marianne."
I gave her the phone, and she listened for a few moments. The color slowly
drained out of her face.
"Okay. We'll be right over."
She hung up and gulped, staring at me in distress.
"My dad just got arrested. They caught him with some girl at the supermarket."
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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The girls got dressed rapidly and then went home. I briefly considered going
with them before deciding against it. Having nothing better to do, I sat in the
living room watching a movie in case they needed me for something.
I was about to go to bed at one-thirty when the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"Steve?" It was Marianne. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"
"No, I was waiting up. What's going on?"
She sighed weakly into the phone.
"My dad is still in jail. He won't have his bail hearing until tomorrow
morning, and my mom is making noises about not bailing him out."
"What happened?"
"It was the dumbest piece of luck. He was screwing this checkout girl in his
office, she's sixteen or something, and one of the new checkers walked in on
him. I guess most of the employees know enough about him not to barge in on
him, but she didn't. Apparently she let out a scream when she caught them, and
as it happened, this is the really dumb thing, there were two cops in the store
at the time. I guess they were stocking up on doughnuts or something. But they
were right nearby, so they went to check out what was going on."
"And they arrested him?"
"Yeah. And, according to the D.A. we talked to, because he's so much older
than her, he could be getting like ten years in jail. The girl is claiming he
pressured her into it, which I can believe, so they may decide to get tough with
him."
"I'm sorry."
She sniffed, and I could hear her starting to cry.
"I mean, I hate him for doing this all the time, and how he never pays attention
me and Hayley, but he's still my dad, you know? How can my dad be in jail?" She
sobbed and gasped for breath. "What am I going tell people?"
I cringed, listening to her sobbing into the phone.
"What can I do? Just ask."
She bawled and gasped for another few seconds before she could answer me.
"Can I come over?"
"Absolutely. Come."
She hung up the phone without saying anything else, and she came though the door
less than a minute later. She ran right into my arms and resumed crying. I
held her, rocking her back and forth for a minute or two before picking her up
and carrying her upstairs. We lay down on the bed and she hugged me tightly.
Her tears dried up after about ten minutes.
"How is Hayley?"
She sniffed.
"Hysterical. She and Mom were lying down together when I called."
"Your mom doesn't want to bail him out?"
She took a deep breath and sat up.
"I don't know. She was saying things like 'I can't take this anymore,' and
'I've had it with him.' I think... I think she might just divorce him this
time."
"I'm sorry."
She took another breath and exhaled.
"I understand how she feels. I almost... I don't know if I can face him again
after this."
"You didn't get to see him?"
"Mom did. Hayley and I couldn't."
I wanted to ask her the question I could not ask her, which was why she was so
upset with her father when he was doing nothing more than what I was. Maybe she
held her father to a higher standard; maybe she didn't like seeing the situation
from another perspective. Maybe she just didn't like the idea of her father
having sex, or maybe it was just the cheating issue she cared about. Whatever
it was, I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut.
Marianne spent the night, curled up tightly beside me. Elizabeth called us the
next morning, and explained how she had decided that Charles Mulcahey was not
setting foot in her house again. Charles got himself bailed out, but by then
Elizabeth had packed his bags and put them out on the curb. They had a
screaming fit with each other that afternoon, after which Charles went to a
motel.
In the days that followed, I saw more of Marianne and less of Hayley. Hayley
appeared too shocked by this event to think much of me, which didn't surprise
me. Marianne, on the other hand, needed me more than ever, and I provided what
moral support I could.
Elizabeth filed for divorce a week after her husband's arrest.
With this cloud hanging over all our heads, we tried to keep a low profile. The
other girls on the squad stayed away, and the only one I ever saw was Marianne.
Thanksgiving approached with her father still gone. I wasn't sure what to do,
but I didn't want to intrude.
On Tuesday before Thanksgiving, while I was at work, I got a very interesting
phone call.
"Elizabeth Mulcahey," my secretary said through the intercom.
I grabbed the phone.
"This is Steve."
"Steve, this is Elizabeth. How are you?"
"Fine. How are things going?"
She sighed.
"The girls are still in a state of shock. Hayley will hardly talk to me since I
started the divorce proceedings. Thanksgiving is going to be very difficult
this year, as you can probably imagine."
"I'm sorry. If there's anything you need me to do, just ask."
"Well, that's why I'm calling." She paused for a moment or two. "Steve, I know
the moral issues here are rather murky, but I'm trying to do what's best for my
daughters. I was thinking it might help them if you could come for dinner on
Thursday. I'm hoping I'm not catching you too late."
It took me a few seconds to get over my shock.
"You mean for Thanksgiving?"
"Yes. I think Charles's absence would be less striking if you were there."
"Well... um, I don't have any other plans. I guess, if you want me to come, I
will."
"I would appreciate it."
"Do they know about this?"
"Marianne dropped a couple of hints. Hayley doesn't know."
"If they're okay with it, it's fine."
"I'll ask Hayley and let you know. Thank you."
Elizabeth called me back later that afternoon and told me that Hayley had agreed
to have me there. I asked her if I could bring anything, and she suggested I
bring the drinks.
I showed up at three o'clock on Thursday afternoon wearing one of my better
suits and carrying two bottles of my best Mondavi Chardonnay. Marianne met me
at the door in a long white dress and gave me a hug.
"Thanks for coming."
"I'm still kind of shocked about this."
"Me too. But I think Mom is really trying to move on."
"What about you?"
She looked down and nodded slightly.
"I'm trying."
We returned to the kitchen, where Hayley and Elizabeth were finishing the
dinner. Hayley gave me a quick hug, and I gave Elizabeth the wine.
"Thank you. If you want to open it, the corkscrew is over there."
I put one bottle in the refrigerator and opened the other. I poured two
glasses, watching the uncertain look in Marianne's eyes.
"Mom?"
Elizabeth glanced at her, then me.
"I guess so, honey. Just one glass, though, all right?"
"Thanks."
I poured Marianne a glass, then surveyed the dinner. The turkey was out on the
counter, and Elizabeth was finishing up the creamed spinach and mashed potatoes.
"Anything I can do?"
"Just make yourself at home. We'll be ready in a few minutes."
I went back out to the living room with Marianne. She sat next to me and took a
sip of her wine.
"Have you talked to your dad?"
She shook her head.
"He still hasn't called. I don't know if he doesn't want to talk to Mom or
what. I don't know what I would say to him, frankly."
She leaned against me, laying her head on my shoulder. I nuzzled her briefly,
and then, seeing nothing else to do, turned on the football game. The Cowboys
were leading the Redskins 24-14, and I watched until Elizabeth called us to
dinner.
The food was pleasant enough, but the atmosphere hanging over the dinner dulled
my enjoyment of it. We confined the conversation to the current events at
Marianne and Hayley's school, and to banal shoptalk about my job and
Elizabeth's. I did my best to eat my fill, but it was clear that none of the
women had much of an appetite. We scarcely made a dent in the turkey.
Marianne and Hayley served the dessert, a store-bought pumpkin pie. I made some
coffee while they set up the plates and then returned to the table.
When we had all taken our seats, Elizabeth sat back in her chair and took a deep
breath.
"There is something I need to tell all of you. Steve, I asked you here tonight
because this concerns you as well. This was a very difficult decision on my
part, but I think it is the best for all of us."
I glanced at Marianne and Hayley. Both faces were lined in concern.
"Your father is going to plead guilty to molesting that girl. Because she is
alleging that he pressured her to have sex, the D.A. will not agree to
probation. Your father will be going to state prison for two years. He may be
out sooner than that, but that is the sentence he is going to agree to on Monday
morning.
"He and my lawyer have been in contact about the divorce. He will not interfere
in my request for full custody. The property issues will take some time to
unravel, but the divorce will be going through."
Hayley had sagged in her chair and begun to cry quietly into her lap. Marianne
just looked at me sadly, then looked back to her mother.
Elizabeth took another ragged breath.
"I have been thinking for a long time about going back to school and finishing
my degree, and this disaster that your father has precipitated seems to be
enough of a reason. I would, ultimately, like to attend law school and move up
from being a legal secretary to being an actual lawyer. I was hoping that I
could get accepted to the University for the spring semester, but unfortunately
that did not happen."
Marianne gasped, throwing her hand over her mouth. Hayley looked up in shock.
Elizabeth reached out and took both her daughters' hands.
"I have, however, been accepted at U.C. Santa Cruz. If we can make this work,
I want to start there in January."
Marianne came out of her shock.
"Mom, you can't..."
Elizabeth cut her off.
"Marianne, wait. Just listen. I am not going to pull either of you out of
school and move you to Santa Cruz. I know that would be too difficult for both
of you, particularly you, since you are about to graduate yourself."
She paused and looked at me, and suddenly I realized where she was going with
all of this.
"What I hope we could do is have the two of you move in with Steve. I know how
you feel about him, and I have begun to understand why. I think this would be
the least traumatic solution for all of us."
Three jaws were nearly on the table by this point. Ironically perhaps, it was
Hayley who spoke up first.
"We could do that?"
"I think so. I asked my lawyer about it, though I left out a lot of the
details. He pointed out that Marianne can live where she likes, since she is
eighteen, and he said there is nothing legally wrong with leaving you in her
care. You would simply be living with Steve at the same time."
The three of them glanced around at each other, but it took me a few seconds
before I realized that six eyes had finally come to rest on me. Waiting for an
answer.
"Uh... wow. Um. I need to think about this."
"Take all the time you need," Elizabeth said. "I know this is a surprise."
I laughed weakly.
"That's putting it mildly."
Marianne reached out and squeezed my hand. I glanced at Hayley, who stared at
me with a look of yearning so intense that I had to look away from her a second
later.
"I have the room. That's not a problem. It's just..."
"I would be just a couple of hours away. I won't make you become their father.
I intend to stay as involved in their lives as I can. I just need this break to
find myself. I have been so emotionally dead for so many years living with
Charles. And with him in prison, I have to put the house up for sale. It's
that or lose it to the bank. Under these circumstances, I can't go back to
school without seriously disrupting the girls' lives. Not without your help."
I looked back at Marianne, seeing that her eyes were beginning to fill with
tears. I realized suddenly that she might be thinking I was hesitating because
I didn't want her around after what had happened. I returned the squeeze she
was giving me.
"Look. It's not that I don't want them living with me. It's just that this is
a major-league commitment. I've been living alone for almost fifteen years
now."
"We won't be any trouble," Hayley said. "I'll clean up everything. We won't
make a mess of your house. I'll do all my homework and everything I'm supposed
to do. You won't have to check up on me."
Marianne didn't say anything, but I could see it in her eyes anyway. I think
she knew that if she said anything and I hesitated, she would break down
completely.
I took a moment to steady myself.
"I think... I think we can do it. At least give it a try."
Hayley squealed and bounced in her seat. She was sitting across from me,
otherwise I think she would have jumped into my lap. Marianne came out of her
chair and hugged me tightly. I looked past her shoulder at Elizabeth, who just
reached for my hand. She tried to say, "Thank you," but all she could do was
mouth it.
Marianne released her grip on my neck.
"I'm going to make you the happiest man on Earth," she whispered.
I squeezed her waist.
"You already have."
I stayed to help clean up, but Marianne went back home with me after dinner. We
drifted up the stairs into the bedroom, glancing at each other but saying
nothing. I lifted the dress over her head, then took off her bra and panties.
She undressed me as well, then linked her arms around my waist.
"I know this is a big step."
"It is."
"I'll do everything I can to make it work. I promise."
"I keep wondering about the sleeping arrangements. Having both of you in here
may be problematic."
She smiled.
"Hayley wants her own room. She asked me when we were doing the dishes if I
thought you would mind. I guess not, right?"
"No. She needs her own room."
"But I get to sleep in here with you?"
"Right."
She hugged me, giggling.
"I'm going to be living with you."
I smiled down at her.
"You really are."
"Are you sure you're ready for this?"
I laughed.
"You're asking *me*?"
"Yes. You said yourself that you've been living alone for fifteen years."
"I have been. But since I met you, I think I've realized how lonely I had
gotten. I'm not sure where this is going to take us, but I'm willing to take
the trip."
"Me too."
I pulled her close and kissed her. She melted against me, pressing her big tits
against my chest. I felt myself stiffening between us, and when I shifted to
give myself more room, Marianne reached in to take my erection in her hands.
She stroked me gently as we kissed, a light, silky touch that sent shivers down
my legs.
She lowered herself to her knees and took me deeply into her mouth. I felt
myself probing at the back of her throat, and she began to bob slowly on my
erection. I stood there, rigid, holding her head and letting her make love to
me with her mouth. She withdrew and ran her tongue around the head a few times
before plunging back down. One hand played softly with my balls, and I could
see that the other had disappeared between her legs.
I stood her attentions for only another minute or so before pulling her up. She
giggled, leaning against me, and I picked up. I tossed her on the bed, making
her shriek with laughter. I crawled after her, she spread herself open for me,
welcoming me into her. She was already wet but still deliciously tight. She
rolled her hips back, making the tendons on her thighs stand out as I forced
every inch of myself into her. She grunted as I bottomed out, digging her nails
into my butt.
I lunged forward, burying my tongue on her mouth. Her arms came up around me,
holding me tightly as I thrust at her. She matched my every movement, rolling
her hips with every thrust. I penetrated her from both directions until she
began convulsing, biting at my tongue involuntarily. I lifted up from her body,
watching her big tits rolling around on her chest. I bent to take a perfect
nipple in my mouth, and she cried out, arching her back. Her hips spiked up at
me hard, and a tremor began in her abdomen. Her thighs began to shake, then
batter my waist. She let out a shriek, clawed at my back, and came.
I slowed my thrusts as she coasted down, gasping for breath. She shivered under
me, even that contact too much for her sensitive flesh. She pulled me back down
and kissed me slowly.
"I love you," she said softly.
I kissed her back, beginning to move again within her. I felt her squeezing me
as best she could, and I reached under her to take her tight butt in my hands.
The flesh of her buttocks tensed, then relaxed, then tensed again, moving with
my thrusts.
She bit at my earlobe.
"Come in me... I want to feel it... I want to feel you inside me."
I moved faster, my approaching climax aching in my balls like molten lava.
Every bit of her around me was wet and overheated, only making my crisis worse.
I drove harder, beginning to thump against her, making her breasts shake with
each thrust. Her breathing accelerated, and she looked up at me, nodding
rapidly, whimpering, knowing what was about to happen.
I grunted, then cried out, pounding myself at her, and then my cum was erupting
into her shuddering body, triggering another orgasm a split- second after mine.
We held each other, shaking in the aftermath, trying to catch our breath.
I stayed on her, in her, until the heat of this encounter finally faded. I
rolled off beside her, and she snuggled under my arm.
"I love you, Kitten."
She hugged me, giggled contentedly.
"You've got me," she said. "I'm all yours now."
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
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Bit by bit, the girls began their separation from their mother. I had a spare
room upstairs that I had been using to store my random junk, so we moved that
out and prepared it for Hayley. We spent the second week of December painting
it yellow and redecorating it for her.
Charles Mulcahey went off to prison, never saying good bye to his family.
Elizabeth prepared to leave for Santa Cruz and put their house up for sale.
Marianne and Hayley moved their belongings into my place, and the harsh
masculine aura that had pervaded the place for so long began to fade. That
first morning after they moved in for good, I lay in bed watching Marianne sleep
beside me and wondering how long something like this could last. And how long I
really wanted it to.
We had Christmas together (I got them both earrings, Marianne a pair of diamonds
and Hayley a pair of gold- and-lapis ones to match the bracelet she still wore
24/7), and Elizabeth left for college just after New Year's. Marianne and
Hayley returned to school, and though Marianne reported a certain amount of
gossip about our living arrangements, on the whole fewer people seemed to care
than I had expected.
The second week in January, I came home from work on Friday to find Marianne and
Tiffany lounging around the den. Marianne had on her usual hiphugger-jeans-and-
cropped-top ensemble, while Tiffany wore a pleated schoolgirl skirt and a black
baby tee.
"Hi, Steve."
I kissed Marianne.
"Tiff. What's up?"
"Just hanging out."
"Where's your sister?" I asked Marianne.
"The J.V. squad all wanted to go to the movies tonight. So I was thinking the
three of us could go out."
I got a beer out of the refrigerator and opened it up.
"You have anything specific in mind?"
They glanced at each other, grinning.
"You remember my idea about getting my tongue pierced?"
"Oh yeah."
"That's what I had in mind. You're okay with it, right?"
"It's going to leave you out of commission for a while, isn't it?"
She smiled.
"That's why Tiff is here. We felt like doing the slave bit again tonight.
She'll do what I can't, and whatever else we feel like doing."
Tiffany giggled.
"She has to be dressed appropriately," I said. "Wearing nothing but black
stockings and a pair of nipple clips will attract some attention."
"I know," Marianne said. "We're going to do something else. Go change and I'll
show you."
I went upstairs and changed out of my suit. After freshening up and putting on
a pair of khakis and a button-down shirt, I descended to find out what my
girlfriend was up to tonight.
I found them waiting in the den where I had left them. They hopped off the
couch when I came in. Marianne reached into her pocket and pulled out a long
silver chain with a clip on one end.
"Tiff will just go like she is, with one addition. I'm going to have her on a
leash tonight."
I looked down at the chain in her hands.
"How will that fit around her neck?"
Marianne grinned evilly.
"It's not going around her neck."
She turned to Tiffany and dropped down to one knee. She lifted Tiffany's skirt,
whereupon I saw that a) she had nothing on under it, and b) she had continued to
shave her pubes. Marianne clipped the leash to Tiffany's clit stud and let the
skirt drop back down. She stood up and wrapped the end of the chain around her
finger.
"Ready. Let's go."
Wicked smiles creased both of their faces. I looked Tiffany over and gulped.
It wasn't *that* clear what was going on, but plenty of people would know enough
to get the point. That chain, after all, was clearly connected to *something*
under Tiffany's skirt.
"Uh... I'm not sure where we can go like this."
"We won't go to Bernardo's. As long as we just go down by the University, it
won't cause a crisis. People will stare, but that's the point. They won't call
the cops or anything."
I laughed weakly.
"Okay. Let's do it."
I followed them out to my Jeep. Tiffany got into the back, allowing Marianne to
run the leash up between the front seats. I backed out of the driveway and
headed down toward the beach.
When we got to the University area, Tiffany followed dutifully behind us with a
sly smile on her face. Marianne held the chain in her hand as if she were
leading a dog. A few people did double takes as we passed, and a lot of them
stared (or laughed), but no one freaked out. As Marianne had said, this was one
of the few places we could get away with this.
We went to a walk-up pizza parlor for dinner, and Marianne held onto Tiffany's
leash the entire time. Now and then, she would give it a gentle tug, making
Tiffany giggle and squirm.
As we finished up, Tiffany leaned forward over the table with a nervous look on
her face.
"Um, guys, I was thinking."
"What?" I asked.
"Could I, you know, maybe get something done too?"
"Pierced, you mean?"
She nodded.
"You can't do your tongue," Marianne said. "It's on call tonight."
Tiffany shrieked with laughter, then covered her mouth and lowered her voice.
"I know. Not that. I was thinking of doing my nips. To go with the rest of
it, you know?"
Marianne and I glanced at each other.
"You're going to start setting off metal detectors," she said, "but that might
look cool."
"This isn't something you just thought of?" I asked.
"No. I've been thinking about it for a while. I wanna do it if it's okay with
you."
"Fine by me," Marianne said. "Something else to attach a leash to."
Tiffany laughed again, glancing around in embarrassment. When we were done
eating, we walked over to the tattoo parlor. More people checked out the leash,
but this time we got only smiles and sly looks. One guy with long hair and a
collection of tats took in the two girls and the fact that Marianne was holding
my arm, then nudged me and grinned.
"Nice."
"Thanks."
We leaned against the counter and watched the action for a few minutes.
"Are you ready to do this?" I asked.
Marianne nodded.
"Just nervous. Ashley said it's going to hurt a lot."
Tiffany grinned.
"I don't think it could hurt worse than my... um... you know."
Marianne smirked and gave the leash a tug. I got the attention of one of the
artists and explained what we wanted to do. He looked over the two girls.
"You both eighteen?"
They displayed their driver's licenses (Tiffany had turned eighteen in December,
shortly before Christmas, so I didn't have to pretend to be anyone's father this
time), after which the artist nodded and led us to the rear of the store.
"Who's first?"
Marianne held up her hand, and he directed her to a chair. The prep work took
several minutes, and Marianne held my hand tightly. Finally he wrapped her
tongue in a swath of gauze and pulled it out of her mouth. I couldn't watch
when he slid the needle through, but I knew from the cracking of the bones in my
hand what was going on. I could hear Marianne whimpering softly and gasping for
breath.
When I looked back, the stud was already in place, and the artist withdrew his
equipment. Marianne closed her mouth tightly and began to cry. I hugged her
and tried to comfort her as the artist explained what she need to do the next
few weeks as it healed.
I sat down in another chair, and Marianne sat in my lap, shaking and shivering
and occasionally spitting blood into a paper cup. Tiffany took her place,
pulling off her top and bra while the artist found some studs to match the one
in her navel. If I wasn't imagining things, Tiffany was actually getting
excited about this. I could see a flush spreading over her chest, and she was
breathing rapidly, looking back and forth between me and the artist.
Something very weird occurred when he pierced her nipples. Instead of reacting
in agony as Marianne had, Tiffany just arched her back and shuddered, gasping
for breath. Her legs convulsed and shook under her, and when he was done, had I
not known any better, I would have sworn she had just had an orgasm.
Tiffany had very pretty breasts, not quite as nice as Hayley and Marianne, but
close. Between the new studs in her nips, the one in her navel, and the
definite "bad girl" cast to her face, the overall effect was positively
perverse.
The artist let them rest for a few minutes, and Marianne eventually recovered
enough to get back to her feet. We walked slowly back to the car.
"I'm guess you won't be talking much for a few days," I said.
She shook her head and hugged my arm. She kept her grip on Tiffany's leash,
however, and Tiffany followed closely behind us.
When we got home, I distributed some Advil as the girls retired to the den.
Tiffany removed her top as soon as we were inside. Her red, swollen nipples
stood out like they were about to pop off her chest.
"How you doing?"
"I'm fine. They're sore, but they don't hurt that much."
Marianne whimpered, and I stroked her arm.
"We don't have to do anything tonight if you're not up to it."
She shook her head again and made a writing motion with her hands. I went to
get a pen and a pad of paper. She took it and scribbled something rapidly.
"I'm okay," she wrote. "Just stay away from my mouth. Tiffany will do what I
can't. That's why she's here."
"You sure?"
She nodded and climbed to her feet, taking Tiffany's leash. She led us upstairs
and directed Tiffany to disrobe, which she did immediately. Then she motioned
for Tiffany to kneel in front of me.
Needing no further encouragement, Tiffany dropped to her knees and went looking
for my dick. Once it was exposed, it went right into her mouth. Marianne
smiled at me and began slipping out of her clothes. When she was nude, she
walked around behind me, hugging me. I caressed her arms as Tiffany bobbed
slowly over my erection.
Marianne took off my clothes piece by piece, then knelt beside Tiffany. She
kept her mouth shut, but used her hands to play with my balls and caress my leg.
Tiffany was sucking on me eagerly, swirling her tongue around the head, taking
it deep, then dragging her teeth back up over the underside. I closed my eyes
and let the two of them work on me.
Tiffany kept up her steady suction until I pulled her off, feeling the cum
beginning stir in my balls. Marianne got to her feet and led me to the bed.
She lay on her back, and I watched as Tiffany crawled up behind us, between
Marianne's legs. She got herself into position, hands under Marianne's buttocks
and bent to lick at her friend.
I kissed Marianne's face and neck as Tiffany ate her. She nuzzled me as best
she could, and I was careful to avoid her lips. Her breathing grew heavy and
ragged from what Tiffany was doing, and I slid further down to suck on her
nipples.
When I had both wet and erect, I looked down to watch Tiffany. Her tongue was
dipping and fluttering all around Marianne's clit, and she worked her middle
finger in and out of my girlfriend. Marianne was beginning to writhe and moan
under us, and her hips rolled at Tiffany's face. I laid my hand flat on her
stomach, feeling the tremors moving within her.
Tiffany sped her attentions, spinning the tip of her tongue around and around,
then lapping rapidly against Marianne's sex. Marianne was gripping my arm
tightly, and finally she began to shake under us. Her hips bounced rapidly at
Tiffany's mouth, then she let out shriek and came.
We let her rest for minute, and I pulled Tiffany up between us. Knowing that
Marianne would not be able to do much for her, I took up that burden myself. I
slid down between her thighs as Marianne rolled under her arm.
Tiffany was already dripping wet, and when I got down close enough to examine
her, it appeared (from the stickiness all over her shaved labia and inner
thighs) that she had been like this most of the night. I had to dig into her
with my tongue to get any friction, but that appeared to be what she wanted.
She put her legs over my shoulder and pulled my face as close to her as I could
get.
Marianne simply caressed Tiffany's stomach, apparently seeing nothing else she
could do, but after I had been eating Tiffany for a few minutes, Tiffany reached
for Marianne's hand. She pulled it to her breasts and laid it over the new
piercing on her right tit.
Marianne looked at me in concern, but Tiffany pressed Marianne's hand down.
Very gently, Marianne began to tweak the stud in Tiffany's nipple.
The effect was dramatic. Tiffany let out a gasp and arched her back, throwing
her hips at my face. I redoubled my attack in response, and Tiffany groped for
Marianne's other hand. Getting the message, Marianne sat up and used both hands
to play with the new piercings.
Less than five seconds into this, Tiffany screeched, launching off the bed in
orgasm and almost strangling me with her thighs. She clawed at the sheets on
either side of her, thrashing around like she was having an epileptic fit. It
went on for about five seconds before finally subsiding. Marianne let go of her
nipples, and I leaned back, stretching my neck.
Tiffany was out cold for nearly a minute before her eyes fluttered open.
Marianne stroked her arm affectionately.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
Tiffany nodded, gasping.
"Shit. I've never come like that in my life."
"The piercings... that didn't hurt?"
"It did. It's what got me off so big."
"You know, when you had them done, I would have sworn you came in the middle of
it."
She giggled.
"I did. I told you I have a thing about pain."
Marianne laughed, though I saw her wince at the same time.
"I guess so."
Tiffany sat up.
"You guys do it. I'll help. Come here."
She slid down the bed and got Marianne to squat over her face, presenting her
pretty butt to me. I knelt behind her and Tiffany guided me in, running her
tongue along the underside. I took Marianne's hips in my hands as Tiffany
licked up at us.
Marianne was still very wet, and I had held off far too long. With Tiffany
eagerly eating both of us and Marianne butting back at me with each thrust, I
didn't last very long. But Tiffany got Marianne off just before I came into her
like a fire hose. When I withdrew, she pulled Marianne's hips down and let my
cum ooze down into her mouth. She lapped up at her friend until Marianne rolled
on her side. I crawled up and lay between them.
As we lay resting, I heard the front door open downstairs. Not wanting to
startle Hayley, I got up and put on a robe. Marianne and Tiffany lay together,
holding each other lightly.
I found Hayley in the kitchen getting a soda out of the fridge.
"How was the movie?"
"Pretty good. We had fun." She grinned at me. "Were you guys in bed?"
I nodded.
"Tiffany is here."
"Did Marianne get her tongue pierced?"
"Yep. Don't tell me you're thinking of it."
She shivered.
"No way. It would hurt too much."
"It did, from what I could tell. She's going to be taking it easy for a while."
She put her arms around me and hugged me. I could smell the theater on her,
mixed with the girlish perfume she favored. I returned the hug.
"How you doing, Little Kit? I know this has been harder on you than Marianne."
"I miss my dad."
"I know. You just have to realize that parents are people, too. They make
mistakes just like anyone else, and sometimes they don't realize how much
they're hurting the people who care about them."
"I don't know what I would be doing without you. I know Mom has to go find
herself or whatever it is she's doing, but it's hard."
"I know. But you're a strong enough person to get through it."
She squeezed me.
"Thanks."
She stayed where she was, so I continued to hold her.
"You know something?"
"What?"
"My dad never hugged me. Never. He didn't like to touch us. I wonder
sometimes..." She paused and gulped. "This is so awful to say... but I wonder
sometimes if it was because of what he was doing with those girls. That we made
him uncomfortable."
I hugged her tightly.
"Don't go there, baby. Don't go there. It won't accomplish anything. You just
have to move forward. Don't try to get inside his head. He made some mistakes;
that's all you need to worry about."
She sniffed.
"Okay."
"Why don't you just go to bed? I'll see what the other girls are doing."
"Can I sleep with you guys tonight?"
"Sure."
We went upstairs, and I found Marianne and Tiffany still lounging on the bed.
"Hi, Hayley."
"Hi." She looked at Marianne. "How's your tongue?"
Marianne just shook her head. Tiffany sat up and ran her fingers through her
hair.
"I guess I'd better go. I'll see you guys later."
Marianne rubbed her arm, and I gave her a kiss as she got dressed and left.
Hayley went into her room and returned in her nightshirt. She lay beside
Marianne, and her sister gave her a hug. I went to brush my teeth, and when I
returned, Hayley was lying across Marianne's stomach as Marianne played with her
hair.
"You guys okay?"
Marianne nodded and motioned for me to get in bed. They separated, and I
climbed between them. One rolled under each arm. I turned out the lights, and
we fell asleep a few minutes later.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
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Marianne's tongue took a few weeks to heal, but one night in February, she
finally announced that it was time for a test drive. She pulled me into the
bedroom, removed my pants, and sat me down in the armchair across from the bed.
The first time she took me into her mouth and put her tongue stud to work, I had
to grope at the chair and clench my teeth to keep from groaning out loud. She
got me erect very quickly, and commenced a bobbing and massaging action with her
tongue, constantly rubbing the stud against the underside of my dick.
I was ready to come in less than thirty seconds, something I probably hadn't
done since I was her age. She giggled around her mouthful and slowed down a
bit, but didn't relent with the massage. When she finally let me come a few
minutes later, it was so intense it almost hurt. She finished me off and then
climbed into my lap.
"What do you think? Good idea?"
I grunted, trying to nod. She giggled and hugged me tightly.
Marianne had adjusted to our new living arrangements a lot better than her
sister had. Though I didn't want to think too hard about it, Hayley had
attached herself to me even more firmly than before. I didn't want to
psychoanalyze her, but I knew she was hurting a lot on the inside.
I finally asked her whether she might want to talk to a therapist about her
parents, and after a day or two, she agreed. I mentioned it to Marianne,
thinking that it wouldn't hurt if she went too, and the two of them were soon
going to see a doctor friend of mine twice a week. Though I hadn't brought the
issue up, both of them promised not to say anything to get me in trouble.
Elizabeth called a few times a week, and I often talked to her myself, just to
give her an adult's perspective on her daughters. She thanked me profusely for
getting them into therapy and promised to pay me back one day when she was able.
I told her not to worry about it, but she insisted.
Hayley's sixteenth birthday was March 3rd, and as it approached, and we got her
ready for her driver's license, she began dropping none-too- subtle hints about
wanting her own car.
"Steve, my God, you can't," Elizabeth said over the phone. "Just tell her she
has to share Marianne's car."
"The problem is that she doesn't understand why Marianne got to have her own car
but she can't. And I'm not sure what to tell her."
"You didn't buy it for her until she was eighteen. Just tell her to wait."
"She's sixteen. You know that two years is an eternity at that age."
Elizabeth sighed.
"Well, it's your money. If you want to do it, I guess you should."
I got Marianne alone that night and brought up the issue. Her lips pursed as I
explained what I had been thinking.
"Don't do it just because she's being whiney about it."
"I'm not. You know how unhappy she's been. I'm thinking this might cheer her
up. At least it would give her something to get her mind off your folks."
She was pensive a moment.
"Yeah. That's true. I don't know. If you think it would help her..."
"What do *you* think? You know her better than anyone else."
Marianne sighed.
"I guess you're right. She needs something else to think about." She nodded,
looking up at me. "Go ahead and do it. She deserves it."
Hayley's birthday was that Saturday, and Elizabeth came down from Santa Cruz for
the weekend, staying in the guestroom on the first floor. Her appearance at
first startled me, for she had shed her trim law office work clothes for a
loose, casual look completely devoid of make-up or hair styling--a look that
said "lesbian" fairly clearly to someone who had known her in her married life.
I gathered, from the things she told us about school, that she was most likely
"out" around the campus.
We went to the Department of Motor Vehicles first thing Saturday morning, and
Hayley posed proudly for her license photo. Wanting to surprise her, I had not
said anything about my decision regarding the car.
We went out to brunch afterward, and Hayley continued to push the issue as
subtly as she could manage, which was not particularly subtle.
"I can drive myself around now," she said over brunch. "But that's going to
hard to do since Marianne will be using her car most of the time, right?"
The rest of us snickered.
"You can borrow one of my cars when you need to," I said.
"Steve, you can't let her drive the Mercedes," Elizabeth said. "And she's too
inexperienced for that big Jeep."
"You're probably right."
Hayley squawked in protest, and I watched her eyes filling with tears of
disappointment. Her mother smiled at her.
"Honey, sharing Marianne's car won't be that bad."
She pouted and whimpered in frustration. Marianne pretended to comfort her, but
Hayley pushed her arm away. She remained in a snit the rest of the meal.
We left the restaurant and drove home. When we reached the main boulevard
outside the neighborhood, I continued driving, past the entrance. I looked in
the rear view mirror and watched Hayley's face perk up.
"Um."
"What?"
"Where are we going?"
"I feel like going for a drive."
Elizabeth and Marianne tried to remain still, but I could tell that Hayley
sensed the sudden shift in energy. But she kept her mouth shut for the moment.
I drove down toward the beach, where the car dealerships were lined up along the
freeway. Hayley's eyes had by then swelled to enormous proportions, and when I
stopped the Jeep in the middle of the road to make a left turn into the Ford
dealership, she let out a squeal of excitement. She bounced in her seat with
her hands clasped on her chest.
When I pulled into the lot and parked the car, she was bouncing up and down in
her seat looking around at the cars. Elizabeth, who was sitting next to her,
put her hand on Hayley's arm to get her to calm down.
"Honey, you know this is a big responsibility."
"I do! I'll be so careful with it! I won't do anything wrong! I promise!"
"And you know that Steve is doing you a very big favor."
"Yes!" She gasped for breath a few times. "Can we get out and look now?"
The rest of us laughed, and we got out of the car. Hayley ran around excitedly
looking at the cars on the lot. I knew she wanted a Mustang convertible, which
was why we were here instead of somewhere else. I intercepted the inevitable
salesman when he appeared, and deflected his attempts to guilt-trip me into
spending more than I wanted to. But eventually we found a car Hayley was happy
with, a cherry-red model priced about the same as what I had spent on Marianne's
Bug. We dickered over the details for about an hour before signing the papers.
The salesman handed the keys to Hayley with a flourish, and Hayley appeared
ready to faint from excitement.
She and Marianne drove home in the new car, and Elizabeth and I followed in my
Jeep.
"They're happier than I expected them to be," she said when we were about
halfway home.
"They seem to be doing all right, considering everything."
"I know you've done so much for them, so I don't want you to take this the wrong
way, but it hurts a little to see them like this."
I pondered that for a moment.
"Because it makes it seem like they don't need you as much as you thought."
She nodded.
"They do. Trust me. They're trying to keep a stiff upper lip because they know
how important this dream of yours is to you. But they do miss you. A lot. We
talk about it all the time."
She took a deep breath.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
She smiled at me.
"Marianne would marry you tomorrow."
A chill ran through my stomach.
"I know. But it's too soon for her. One day, maybe."
"If it happens, can you please not refer to me as your mother-in-law?"
I laughed hard for several seconds.
"All right. I won't. I promise."
Hayley would have slept in the car that night if we had let her, but she spent
nearly every available minute in it for the next few weeks. I indulged her and
let her drive us around whenever we went anywhere, although I did it in part to
keep an eye on how she was doing. She was the envy of most of her friends,
particularly the rest of the J.V. squad, though I was unsure how much she had
told them about where it came from.
A few weekends later, as she did nearly every Friday night these days, Hayley
went out with her friends and her new car. Marianne and I planned to go out
alone until the phone rang about six-thirty that evening. She came into the
bedroom while I was getting dressed.
"That's Giselle. Do you mind if she comes over?"
"And goes out with us?"
"Yeah. Ashley's got something going on with her folks, and she's bored."
"I guess so. Sure."
She went back to the bedroom, and I listened to her talking to Giselle. She
returned to the dressing area about a minute later and began pulling off her
clothes. She got down to bra and panties and poked through her closet for a
minute.
"What do you think I should wear?"
"Whatever you feel like."
"I don't know what I feel like. What do you want me to wear?"
I laughed.
"Dangerous question."
She smiled.
"I'll risk it. I feel like being a Barbie doll tonight anyway. Dress me up."
I laughed again.
"Okay."
I looked through her closet for a moment or two before looking back at her. I
made a dismissive wave with my fingers.
"Get all of that off. Let's start from scratch."
Her bra and panties hit the floor in a matter of seconds, and she stood there
smiling at me. I had to take a moment to admire her, from her long blonde hair
to her deliciously curvaceous silhouette, firm breasts and butt, all of it
perversely accented by the little gold ring in her navel and the kitten tattoo
under her bikini line. Every time I looked at her like this, I was consumed by
two inconsistent desires: to lock her away forever so no one else could touch
her, or expose her to the world so they could all see how damned lucky I was.
She saw all of this going through my eyes and smiled.
"I could just go like this if you want."
And she probably would have had I asked her, but I wasn't going to.
"Next time," I said, and turned back to the closet.
Marianne had turned into something of a clotheshorse since becoming my steady,
and I saw a fair amount of stuff I had never seen her wear. After poking
through it, I found something I liked, a loose, gauzy slip dress. It wasn't
quite see-through, but the pale blue fabric would not cover very much. I pulled
it out and showed it to her.
She took it and held it against herself, smiling. It fell no further down than
mid-thigh.
"You do realize that is really supposed to be worn with something under it, like
a T-shirt?"
"It is?"
"Yeah. But do you want me to wear it like this?"
"Try it on."
She took it off the hanger and pulled it over her head, letting it drop down
over her. The fabric clung to her chest, and the neckline was so low and loose
that she would expose herself simply by bending over. Even without doing so,
the shape of her full breasts was quite visible.
She posed for me, turning a circle on her toe.
"A bra just isn't going to work under this either, you know. A visible strap
would be all wrong for this look."
I gulped.
"And without a bra, you might as well not bother with any panties."
She grinned.
"Works for me. Anything else? This might look a little classier with nylons."
"Stockings?"
"Of course. Hold-ups or garters?"
"Hold-ups."
"Done."
She went to her lingerie chest and extracted a pair of ivory thigh- highs. She
bunched one up, then sat on the chair by her dressing counter and pulled it
carefully up her shapely leg. The sight was so erotic that I had to glance away
for a second lest I be tempted to seize her on the spot. The end result, when
she was done, was quite delicious.
"You aren't going to be overdressed for Giselle?"
"I told her to dress up a little. We're still going to Bernardo's, right?"
"Right."
"Okay. She should be fine."
I finished with my tie, and while Marianne worked on her hair, I called
Bernardo's to change the reservation from two to three. The maitre 'd told me
it wouldn't be a problem.
Giselle arrived about fifteen minutes later. She wore a short black skirt and a
long sleeved peasant blouse in red silk. She gave Marianne a brief once-over
and grinned.
"Nice. Maybe illegal, but nice."
"I didn't feel like underwear tonight."
Giselle looked pointedly at the hem of Marianne's dress.
"Nothing?"
"Nope."
Giselle glanced at me, smiling.
"Now I don't feel so daring."
I laughed softly.
"You never wear them. I forgot about that."
"We've all kind of ditched the panties lately," Marianne said.
"We?"
"The gang. I told Tiff she can't wear them anymore, at least until I say so.
I've been doing it when I wear skirts. I'm not sure what Ashley is doing,
though."
"I haven't talked her into it yet," Giselle said.
We climbed into the Jeep and headed down to the beach. The maitre 'd greeted us
warmly (he knew Marianne by now) and led us to our table by the window, which
they had already reset for three people. He helped Marianne and Giselle into
their seats and expressed his wishes for a pleasant evening before withdrawing.
"This pretty nice," Giselle said.
"We come here a lot," Marianne said. "They know him, so they always kiss our
butts like that."
After ordering dinner, Marianne and Giselle fell into gossiping about school.
"I know you guys probably don't want to hear this," Giselle said, "but people
are starting to talk about Hayley."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I was talking to my little brother, he's a sophomore too, and he was telling me
how people are starting to talk about how she never seems to date anyone. That
she goes out with her friends, but she never goes out on dates."
"What are they saying?" Marianne asked.
"Well, just understand that I don't think anyone means this seriously -- I
didn't get that impression from Phillip -- but they're starting to joke about
your living arrangements. Like she must be sleeping with Steve too."
My heart skipped a beat or two.
"But they're not serious?" I asked.
"I don't think so. But think about it: she's one of the cutest girls in the
whole grade, and she hasn't had a boyfriend since last year. I mean, she's the
head of the J.V. squad. People expect her to be dating. The fact that she
isn't is making people talk, even without considering who she's living with."
Marianne glanced at me in concern. I shrugged.
"I don't know what there is we can do about it."
"She'll never go out with someone just for appearance's sake," Marianne said.
"She's not like that."
"Not to mention that it would be unfair to the guy."
Giselle picked at a crumb on the tablecloth.
"I just thought you'd want to know. I don't have a clue about what to do
either."
The food came a little bit later, and we spent a few minutes discussing what we
had all ordered.
"What ever happened with that story you were writing?" I asked Marianne.
"The porn thing? I'm still doing it."
"You're writing a porn story?" Giselle asked.
"Not just a porn story. A story about what we've been doing. I've been posting
it on the Internet."
Giselle's eyebrows went up.
"You don't think people will recognize you?"
"No. I changed all the details or just left stuff out. In the story, I'm a
redhead. Plus the twist is that I've been writing it from Steve's perspective.
It's been really popular. I've gotten like four hundred emails about it."
"And people read this stuff online?"
"It's a whole subculture. I'll show you when we get back. They have discussion
groups, regular reviews, all sorts of stuff. Some of the people who do it take
themselves a little too seriously--I mean, I once read this review that actually
compared some story to 'The Great Gatsby,'--but if you don't fall into that
trap, it can be a lot of fun."
"Huh. Am I in it? Could I read it?"
"You're in it. But don't worry. I made you out as the babe you are."
The rest of the dinner was uneventful, though I enjoyed all the looks and
glances the girls were getting from the other patrons. Giselle's blouse kept
slipping off her shoulder, making it fairly obvious that she wasn't wearing a
bra. Most of the time, she left it there for several minutes before moving it
back up. Meanwhile, Marianne's big breasts would bounce and jiggle in her dress
whenever she moved around. Now and then, she would pretend to stretch in her
chair, drawing every male eye within range to her chest.
"Show off," Giselle muttered at one point.
"It's not like I can do much to hide them."
"You're certainly not trying."
Marianne giggled and glanced at me. Giselle leaned forward and looked down at
the table.
"I've been thinking of getting breast implants someday."
Both of us looked at her in surprise.
"Don't," I said.
"Yeah, don't," Marianne said. "Seriously, you don't need to."
"That's easy for you to say."
"I'm serious. When you're forty, you'll be glad you don't have boobs like mine.
I've heard my mom complain about it. I'm kind of worried about it myself, to be
honest."
"Work with the look you've got," I said. "Don't try to turn yourself into
someone else. Implants may look nice, but after a few years, they don't feel
natural anymore, if they ever will."
Giselle looked up at me.
"Really?"
"Really. They can get hardened with scar tissue or stretch your breast all out
of shape. I'm speaking from experience here. I've known women who had it done
and later wished they hadn't. Breast implants are more trouble than they're
worth as far as I'm concerned. If you do it, you may really regret it someday."
"Huh."
Marianne stroked her arm.
"You've got nice boobs. Don't mess with them."
"You do," I said. "Forget implants."
Giselle shrugged.
"Ashley thinks so too, but..."
"She's right."
Giselle nodded.
"Okay. You're right. Thanks."
I paid the check and we left. Hayley was still gone when we got home, and the
three of us moved upstairs. The girls watched me as I hung up my jacket and
pulled off my tie, giving me sly looks and glancing at each other. Both of them
slipped out of their shoes, and as I returned to the bedroom, Giselle was
playing with one of the straps of Marianne's dress. Watching my reaction, she
pulled one strap slowly over Marianne's shoulder, then the other. Marianne
pulled her arms close to her body and allowed the dress to fall to the floor,
leaving herself naked except for the stockings.
Still looking at me, Marianne unzipped Giselle's skirt and slid it off her hips.
Giselle's peasant blouse was long enough to conceal her, but Marianne began
unbuttoning it slowly until Giselle's neatly trimmed sex was exposed.
I pulled off my shirt just as Marianne slipped a hand into Giselle's blouse,
fondling her breast. Then she pulled the fabric aside, exposing a nipple, and
bent toward it. She extended her tongue and flicked it over the little nub of
flesh.
I quickly removed the rest of my clothes. Marianne leaned back, though she now
had her left hand between Giselle's thighs. Her index finger moved slowly back
and forth.
"I think I know what I'd like to do," she said.
"What's that, Kitten?"
"Remember that thing we got the night Hayley got her belly ring? That we've
never gotten to use otherwise?"
"Ah. Yes."
"What?" Giselle asked.
Marianne pushed Giselle's blouse off her shoulders, leaving her naked. Then she
took my arm and pulled it to Giselle.
"Warm her up. I'll be right back."
I led Giselle to the bed. She was smiling but clearly a little confused.
"What is she doing?"
"You'll see."
I pulled her down beside me and embraced her. She let me kiss her, and I began
playing with her little breasts. I crawled above her, moving down to suck on
her nipples.
"Marianne was right," I said softly. "You'll be glad you have these when you're
my age."
She smiled.
"Thanks."
I got both nipples wet and erect before sliding down between her thighs. She
moaned and arched her back as I stuck my tongue into her, lapping up her sweet
fluids. She was distracted enough (as I intended) that she didn't see Marianne
returning to the room. Marianne stroked my leg, and I looked behind me, seeing
her standing there wearing the strap-on. I rolled to the side, and she climbed
onto the bed to take my place.
Giselle looked down and gasped, then shrieked in laughter.
"Oh, my God! Where did you get that?"
"At that store by the University."
She pushed Giselle's legs apart and lowered herself down, taking the dildo in
one hand. Giselle continued laughing.
"Oh, God. Wait."
Marianne worked the head of the dildo against Giselle's labia as Giselle grabbed
at Marianne's shoulders, tensing in anticipation. Marianne pushed forward into
her, and Giselle groaned, arching her back.
"Oh, Jesus."
"I'm going to fuck you, girl. Just spread 'em and take it."
Giselle shrieked in laughter again, but opened herself for Marianne. I lay
beside them, trying not to laugh, as I watched Marianne begin thrusting into
her. Soon they were humping at each other, kissing passionately, rubbing their
breasts together. Marianne stayed deeply inside her, only withdrawing a few
inches each time. I wanted to join them, but I didn't know what to do until I
got an idea about a minute into it.
I crawled around behind Marianne, who instantly realized what I wanted.
"Oh God, yes, fuck me."
I poked my erection between her buttocks, finding her wet sex between the
straps. She tried to spread herself as best she could, and I forced myself into
her. She moaned, pushing down at Giselle.
Now the three of us were all fucking each other, with Marianne trapped in the
middle. She began withdrawing as I did and let the force of my thrusts push her
back into Giselle. Pinned on the bottom, Giselle could do little but thrust up
at us, but I could tell from her reactions how much she was getting off on this.
Soon we were all moaning and grinding back and forth at each other, the two
girls kissing and groping at their breasts and buttocks. Giselle got there
first, thrashing and clawing up at us. Marianne came next, arching her back and
shuddering against me. With two girls coming under me at once, I lost it rather
quickly, spurting off as deeply into Marianne's belly as I could get.
I rolled off of them, but Marianne stayed on top of Giselle. I lay there
resting as the girls finally separated and giggled over what they had done.
Marianne took off the dildo, offering it to Giselle, but she wasn't interested
in trying it on, at least tonight. They started making out again, and I stayed
out of it for now, watching them finally end up in a sixty-nine position,
frantically licking and sucking at each other.
By that time, I had gotten up again, and I crawled around behind Giselle.
Marianne looked up at me, grinning, and wiggled her tongue stud over Giselle's
clit. Then she extended her tongue into her friend, guiding me in. I slid my
dick along the stud, still marveling over how something so simple could feel so
good.
The girls got each other off before I came myself. Marianne wriggled out from
under Giselle, and Giselle rolled over, letting me get on top of her. Marianne
climbed around to squat over Giselle's mouth, facing me, and commenced kissing
me and tweaking my nipples as I finally finished myself off.
The girls stayed in bed, but I got up to clean myself up and put on a robe, as I
had a few things I wanted to do in my office before I went to sleep. Hayley
came home a few minutes later and stuck her head in the door.
"Hi."
"Hey. You have fun?"
"Yeah." She looked past me at the computer screen. "What are you doing?"
"A little project I'm working on."
"Are you going to make us a lot of money?"
"Hopefully."
"Cool."
She kissed me good night and then went to bed.
This "project" of mine was not quite as little as I had led Hayley to believe.
A month or two ago, I had come across a stock I thought was badly undervalued.
The company owned the patent on what it claimed would be the next generation of
Internet routers, and though its IPO had gone well initially, rising from 24 to
62, it had since fallen to just under 12.
After researching it, I kept thinking that something had to happen eventually.
When the stock bottomed out at 10 3/4 three weeks ago, I had quietly bought up
almost a million dollars worth. It was a significant chunk of my net worth, but
I had been in the mood for a gamble lately. I reflected that I might not be
wearing gold chains, but hanging around all these young girls was still
affecting my perspective.
I reviewed the performance of the stock over the last week, seeing that it had
scarcely moved. It had no reason to move yet, though; the company hadn't done
anything different. What I was hoping for was something out of left field. So
far it hadn't happened.
I shut off the computer and leaned back in my chair. I had been so deep in
thought that I hadn't realized that I could hear Marianne and Giselle talking in
the bedroom through the air vent.
"...I just hope you realize how fucking lucky you are."
"Hey, I have my own problems, okay? My life is not exactly a bowl of fucking
cherries right now."
"I'm sorry. That's not what I meant. I didn't mean about your dad getting
busted. But you are pretty lucky to have someone like Steve to help you deal
with it."
"Yeah, well, I know that."
"I'm not talking about all the stuff he's bought you, either. How many guys do
you know who are as cool as he is? You know, I was serious about getting
implants tonight before we talked about it. You know how my dad and brother are
always laughing at me for having little tits."
"I know. That's pretty lame of them."
"My brother calls them 'tater tots,' and my dad just laughs at him. When I
brought it up tonight, I half expected Steve to make a joke about it, you know?
Just because he's a guy."
"He'd never do that."
"But my dad is like that about everything with me. He makes fun of me for
wanting to go to college, you know? He's always saying how I don't need an
education, I just need to find some guy to knock me up and trick into marrying
me. He actually thinks that's funny. Steve gives me a thousand bucks for
college, and my dad gives me shit like that."
"Wow."
"I swear, the only goddamn thing in the world he cares about is whether my
little brother gets a football scholarship. Believe me, I'd move in here in a
microsecond whether my dad got busted or not."
The whole world seemed to pause half a beat as that remark sank in. I exhaled
slowly, waiting for Marianne's response. I hoped she would be able to handle it
without hurting Giselle's feelings. But then- -
"So move in with us. You're eighteen and we've got the room. What the fuck are
your parents going to do?"
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
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I waited in my office until Giselle emerged to say good night. She gave me a
quick hug and a kiss on the cheek on her way out.
"Bye. Thanks for dinner."
"See you later."
I checked on Hayley, seeing that her light was out, and only then went back into
the bedroom. Marianne was in bed in her nightshirt, inspecting her hair for
split ends. I put away my robe and brushed my teeth before joining her.
She rolled over next to me when I got in bed.
"What do you think of Giselle?"
I was too tired to play games.
"I overheard your conversation. Somehow it drifted in through the air vent."
Her face paled a little, but she stayed put.
"And?"
"You're serious about this."
"Steve, she needs us. You heard what she was saying about her father?"
"Yes, but--"
"If you'd ever met him, you would understand. I mean he's not--" She gulped and
looked away from me. "He may not have the same problems my father does, but
he's not a very nice person. He can really be mean sometimes. Really, really
mean. I've seen him reduce Giselle to tears with some offhand remark. And he's
said nasty stuff to me too, trying to be funny. You can probably guess what
about."
"Your breasts?"
"Right. Like, 'Hey honey, you ought to get some of what Marianne there is
getting, then maybe you wouldn't still look like your brother.' Stuff like that.
It's no wonder she wants to get breast implants."
I sighed.
"I appreciate that. But I am not running a home for wayward girls here. You
and Hayley are a special case. It doesn't mean I can bring in the rest of you."
Her jaw began to vibrate.
"We have the room, don't we?"
"That isn't the point."
"You can't afford it?"
I gritted my teeth.
"I probably could. But come on. Look at what you're talking about. You want
her to move out of her parents' house and in with us? Before she's even out of
high school?"
Her eyes darkened.
"I'm in the same place she is. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, but--"
"What? She wants to do it. She knows better than we do what her parents will do
about it. I'd like to help her out. I mean, she's one of my best friends, and
I care about her. She's pretty responsible. She'd carry her part of the load.
She wouldn't be a burden. And she has a job, I bet she'd kick in for the
expenses."
I exhaled, staring at the ceiling.
"You really want this?"
She crawled onto my chest and set her chin on her arm.
"Is it that much of a problem? She's eighteen. It wouldn't be illegal or
anything."
"What if her father shows up on our doorstep with a shotgun?"
"He won't."
For some reason, I started laughing. How had I ended up in this situation,
three gorgeous teenage girls wanting to live with me? And I was trying to argue
my way out of it. For a good reason, I kept telling myself.
Marianne caressed my forehead.
"Please? Couldn't we just try it?"
"What about Hayley? You know she's in an emotionally fragile state right now."
"I'll talk to her. But I bet she'll be okay with it. She likes Giselle."
"Liking her and living with her are two different things. But... I guess...
see what she thinks. Just make it clear that this is your idea, not ours. I
don't want her to feel outnumbered. And don't lean on her about it, okay?"
"I won't. I'll be nice, I promise."
Despite her resolve, Marianne did nothing the rest of the weekend, and I spent
much of Monday at work wondering what she was about to precipitate. I kept
telling myself that this was insane, then I would think about the fifty million
men in America who would probably leap at the chance to switch places with me.
Okay. Giselle was eighteen. That at least wasn't an issue. What about
appearances? This was beginning to look like I was accumulating a harem. Except
the girls didn't seem to care, and all of this was their idea. I hadn't
suggested any of it, right? I wasn't coercing any of them.
Then we had Giselle's parents. Her father might be a jerk, but I had a hard
time thinking he wouldn't care about her moving in with me. Then I had a
thought: He wouldn't know the reality of it. He didn't know that I had been
sleeping with Giselle -- that I had deflowered her, for Christ's sake -- all he
would know was that his daughter was moving in with her friend and her friend's
boyfriend, taking one of their spare rooms. From that perspective, it might not
be enough to have him reaching for his shotgun. If in fact he owned one. This
wasn't the same thing I had gone through with Elizabeth and Charles Mulcahey.
Maybe, just maybe, if Giselle was already trying to do things on her own (since
she had a job, right?), and if her father was halfway serious about just wanting
her married and out of his hair, her parents might be willing to put up with the
situation.
The one wild card was Hayley. If she seemed at all reluctant about it, I was
going to veto the idea immediately. I had too much of a responsibility to her,
bordering on assuming her parentage. I really felt like she needed my undivided
attention right now, and bringing Giselle into the household was not going to
help.
When I got home that night, I found Marianne in the den watching television.
She looked up at me but said nothing. I bent to kiss her.
"Well?"
"I told her. I can't tell what she thinks. You should go talk to her."
I went upstairs and into Hayley's room. She was lying on her bed staring out
the window. I sat beside her, and she sat up and hugged me. She squirmed into
my lap and laid her head on my chest.
"You understand that I'm very ambivalent about this idea. It's something
Marianne and Giselle thought up."
She nodded.
"If you're not 100% okay with it, it won't happen."
She took a slow breath.
"I like Giselle. She's cool. And I understand about her folks."
"None of which are necessarily reasons to have her move in with us."
"If she did, it would be just a roommate thing, right? She'd take the room
downstairs?"
"I think so."
"It wouldn't be like it is with us? She wouldn't be..." She paused, smiling.
"She wouldn't be one of your kittens, like me and Marianne?"
"No. Absolutely not. No one is going to take your place with me. Your spot is
secure. I like her, but I don't feel half of what I do for you."
She hugged me.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Little Kit."
She sat in my lap for another few moments.
"I guess it's okay. I don't mind then."
"You're sure?"
She nodded, then got off my lap. I kissed her forehead and then went to change
out of my suit. Marianne appeared a few minutes later.
"What did she say?"
"She's okay with it, provided it doesn't interfere in this little family
arrangement we've got going right now. Giselle cannot be equal to the two of
you."
A serious look spread across Marianne's face, and she stepped up to me, putting
her arms around my waist.
"No. She most definitely is not going to be equal. Now and then, I have no
problem with her coming up here to fool around the way we have been doing. But
I am still number one no matter who else comes into this house."
"Yes."
"I am your girlfriend. You have some special relationship with Hayley that I
can't quite find a label for, but everything beyond that is just fun and games.
It's me, Hayley, and then everyone else."
"Absolutely."
"I like Giselle, but I don't love her like I love you and Hayley. I told Hayley
that, and I think she gets it. I'm going to keep telling her so she doesn't get
insecure."
"Good."
She smiled slyly.
"I don't mind creating some kind of harem thing here, but we have to have some
ground rules. I am the mama- san of this little cathouse, okay?"
I laughed.
"Or kitten-house. I get it. You're number one. Don't ever worry about that."
A few days later, I came home to find Giselle moving into the guestroom
downstairs with Marianne and Hayley helping her. She had brought along a
suitcase and two big cardboard boxes, which proved to be her entire set of
belongings.
I got a beer from the refrigerator and took a long swig to calm my nerves,
listening to the girls chattering about how to set up Giselle's room.
I stepped into the doorway, and Hayley came over to hug me. Giselle gave me a
weary smile.
"Thanks. I really appreciate this. I know it must be a lot to take."
I shook my head.
"How did you manage it? Did you just walk out?"
"Um, no."
She glanced at Marianne, who sat back on the bed, brushing her hair over her
head the way she always did when she wanted to gather her thoughts.
"Her folks don't know yet. She and I went over to her house this afternoon
before anyone got home and packed up her stuff. She just left them a note."
"Oh."
"They don't know exactly where we are. So it's not like her dad will be
storming over here."
Thank God my phone number is unlisted, I thought.
"But what do you expect them to do?"
Giselle shrugged.
"I don't know. I guess we'll see."
That night, when everyone was in bed, I went around the first floor to check all
the doors and windows the way I normally did before turning in. Giselle was in
the downstairs bathroom, and she came into the kitchen as I was getting a drink
of water. She wore long flannel pajamas, and her hair was tied back with a
scrunchie.
"You settling in all right?"
She nodded, leaning against the counter across from me.
"I want to say something, just so we're clear."
"Okay."
"I know we have a history, okay? Whatever else I ever do, you're the guy I gave
my virginity to. That does mean something to me, but I want you to understand
that I'm not here to disrupt your relationship with Marianne. Or with Hayley.
I don't ever want to do that. You guys really have something special, and it
would kill me to bust that up. I don't want to get in the way. If it ever gets
like that, I'll go. I'll get out ASAP."
"I think we should be all right. Marianne and I have talked about it. It's
Hayley you ought to worry a little bit more about. She's still having problems
because of what happened with her folks."
"I know. Whatever I have to do, I will."
"Thanks."
I bent forward and kissed her on the forehead.
"Go to bed."
She giggled a little and went to her room. When I crawled into bed and turned
out the lights, Marianne reached for me under the covers. I thought at first
she just wanted to snuggle, but when she reached into my shorts, I realized she
wanted something more.
I pulled off her nightshirt, and she slithered under the sheets to remove my
boxers. I felt her mouth enveloping my dick and the stud in her tongue going to
work. She quickly had me erect, and she kept up a slow, steady massage against
the underside of my erection, moving the stud in broad circles over the head. I
finally had to pull her off, and she crawled onto my chest, straddling me. I
reached between us to make the connection and sank slowly into her wetness.
She lay on my chest, moving slowly up and down. I caressed her smooth buttocks,
reaching around to feel myself going into her. Then she lifted up a little and
kissed me.
"Are you happy?"
I pushed up at her slowly.
"Hmm?"
"It's a simple question," she said softly. "Are you happy?"
"When I'm making love with you, you have to ask me this?"
She giggled, pushing back down at me and squeezing me gently.
"I mean in general."
"Yes. Very happy. I have you; I have Hayley. I just want you two to be happy
too. If you're happy, I'm happy."
She rocked her hips against me gently, moaning.
"I am. Most of the time. I'm dealing with my dad. The therapy is really
helping. I think it's helping Hayley, too. But I still miss my mom. I wish
she was closer."
I pulled her down and kissed her softly. She continued rocking herself against
me, and I reached up to caress her full breasts, moving my fingers over her
stiff nipples.
"I know. I understand."
"I could go to school with her. If I got in. But then I'd have to leave you."
Marianne had applied to U.C., and I knew she had picked Santa Cruz as one of her
potential campus choices, though it wasn't at the top of her list.
"We could move."
She froze. She didn't say anything for a second or two. In the darkness, I
couldn't read the look on her face above me.
"Do you mean that?"
"I can do what I do from just about anywhere. The company might not be happy
about it, but I think they would let me."
She dropped down and hugged me tightly. "Thanks."
"That's the future. We'll talk about it later."
She giggled, moving her hips again.
"Right. Later."
Giselle's attempt to avoid her parents lasted all of about eighteen hours. Her
father was waiting for her at school the next morning, and they went straight
into a meeting with a counselor. Marianne called at lunch to fill me in,
informing me that the school had declined to get involved, citing the fact that
Giselle was no longer a minor.
"I'm betting that he's going to follow us home, though. So, if you think you
could, it might help if you came home early. We have cheerleading practice
after last period, but we should get home around four."
"Okay. I'll see you then."
I left the office at three-thirty, getting home just before four. No one was
home, so I changed out of my suit, not wanting to look any older than I really
was. At four-o-five I heard the garage door going up. I opened the garage door
to see Marianne's Bug pulling into the third space. Giselle was in the
passenger seat. Out on the street, her father was pulling up in his car. I
stepped into the garage, but Giselle was already getting out of the car to face
her father.
I came up behind Marianne, who stood in the garage doorway. Giselle stood a few
feet away from us as her father came stalking up the driveway. He was not a
large man, in fact he looked an inch or two shorter than she was, and he wore
jeans and a knit shirt with "Sears" stitched over the breast.
"Daddy, go away. I'm not your responsibility anymore."
"You're going to get in that car right now, young lady."
"No."
He stepped up to her, trying to grab her arm, but she evaded her grasp.
"Let go of me! Go away!"
He finally seemed to notice me, and he gave Marianne and me a quick appraisal.
"And just what are you getting yourself into here?"
"I'm just renting her a room," I said. "But I'm becoming inclined to ask you to
get off my property."
"Not without my daughter."
"Daddy, I left because you don't give a shit about me anymore. All you care
about is Phillip and his goddamned football scholarship."
He glared at her, fuming, but she went on before he could say anything.
"Can you name a single one of my friends besides Marianne? Do you pay attention
to anything I do? Has it ever gotten through to you that I really do want to go
to college? How much it hurts to listen you talk about my future as if all it
adds up to is getting pregnant?"
Giselle had started to cry in the midst of this tirade, and she wiped the tears
out of her eye now.
"Fuck you! You want to know something else about me? I'm a lesbian! I've been
fucking girls for six months now. I bet you never even noticed, did you?"
Her father's eyebrows shot up, and he lost a step or two back down the driveway.
"That's right. Your daughter's a dyke. A lesbo. So no one's ever going to get
me pregnant."
He stepped further away from her, panting for breath. He glanced at me, then
back at his daughter, who stood there sobbing into her hand. Marianne went to
her, pulling her into the garage, and the two of them went inside. Her father's
eyes went unfocused, and he looked dizzily around the front yard.
"I think you should probably go now," I said.
To my surprise, he nodded slowly and walked unsteadily back to his car. He got
inside and drove away. I watched him go with a distinct feeling that we would
never see him again.
I found the girls inside. Giselle lay on her bed crying, and Marianne sat next
to her trying to comfort her. Giselle calmed down in a few minutes, and then
began laughing weakly through her tears.
"I think that should do it."
"The lesbian bit, you mean?" I asked.
She nodded.
"My dad is like... the poster-boy for heterosexual panic. He won't be able to
think straight for a week."
"I'm sorry."
"He was going to find out sooner or later. Might as well tell him now."
I left the girls together after that and went to my office to finish up on the
things I had bailed out on at work. Hayley got home about ten minutes later,
and I listened to them talking down below. Then she came up to my office, still
wearing her uniform from practice.
"Hey."
"Little Kit."
She sat on the corner of my desk.
"They told me what happened. That was pretty lame. I feel sorry for Giselle."
"Yeah."
"So I guess she's here for good now."
"Looks like it. Still sure you're okay with this?"
She nodded.
"I'm getting used to it. It's kind of like a slumber party." She giggled.
"Plus sex."
"Right."
Giselle insisted on making dinner that night, and the other two girls did the
dishes. After that, they watched television or did their homework while I
puttered around in my office. Hayley reappeared just after ten-thirty in her
pajamas. She hung on the door jam, letting her blonde hair swing around her
shoulders.
"Steve? Would you spend the night with me tonight?"
"Sure."
She smiled.
"Thanks. I'll be waiting."
"Give me a few minutes."
Marianne apparently knew about this idea, and I kissed her good night before
heading for Hayley's room. Her door was shut, so I knocked gently.
"Come in."
Her lights were off, but enough moonlight came through her blinds to illuminate
the room. She was under the covers, waiting for me. I slipped into bed with
her, and she snuggled against me. I quickly realized that she was naked
already. No real surprise there.
We kissed and fondled each other for a few minutes, and I soon found myself
suckling her big breasts. She had almost the same shape to her that Marianne
did, just slightly smaller. She sighed quietly as I worked her nipples back and
forth with my tongue, getting one, then the other, standing up in damp arousal.
I reached down and found her belly ring, giving it a light tweak. She giggled,
hugging me, and I reached further down to the prickly nest between her thighs.
When I began to play with her, she pulled me up to kiss me, shivering and biting
at my tongue when I tweaked her clit.
Her hand found my erection. She stroked me softly as I masturbated her, gnawing
on my shoulder. She was soon warm and wet against my fingers, and I slipped one
into her. She gasped, squeezing my hard-on tightly. I pushed my middle finger
all the way into her, pulling it back against her clit. I worked my palm
against her sex for a minute or two before she shivered against me in orgasm.
The tension gradually left her body, and she rolled onto my chest as I lay on my
back beside her. Her hand had remained on my erection, and she slid under the
sheets to take me in her mouth. Her technique was not as expert as her
sister's, but she clearly enjoyed what she was doing, and that was enough for
me. I pulled her up after a few minutes and rolled her on her back. She pulled
me on top of her, and I penetrated her slowly.
I bottomed out inside her, enjoying the warmth and tightness for a moment. I
looked down at her, realizing that she was staring up at me.
"Steve?"
"What, baby?"
"Do you really believe me when I tell you I love you?"
I just -- I think -- barely managed to prevent her from sensing my shock at such
a question. She might have felt my erection suddenly weakening inside her, but
I hoped she wasn't paying attention.
"I believe you, honey."
"Do you promise?"
"I do."
"I'm sixteen now. I'm not a kid. I think I know what's love and what isn't.
I've had crushes before. This isn't a crush, okay? I really love you."
I kissed her as firmly as I could.
"I believe you, Little Kit. And I love you, too."
And, I realized as I answered her, I meant it. Something in her voice just then
had convinced me. As we began to make love again, losing ourselves in each
other, one small part of my mind tried to reflect on this development. Having
someone genuinely in love with you was nothing to lament, I thought, even under
these circumstances. Maybe even if -- but no, I thought. I'm not going there.
I won't cheapen her like that. She deserved better than to have me try to
psychoanalyze her feelings, not when I was making love to her, for God's sake,
not when she was shuddering in orgasm underneath me, holding me tightly and
gasping against my shoulder.
Not when, on the brink of orgasm myself, I realized I would kill anyone who
tried to hurt her. I would hunt them to the ends of the earth.
Just take it for what it is, I thought. She loves me. That should be enough.
CHAPTER THIRTY
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Whatever Giselle's parents were thinking, neither of them showed up at the house
again. Giselle settled in as well as could be expected, and my concerns about
worsening Hayley's mood proved unfounded. She didn't improve, mind you--but
neither did she get any worse.
I did my best to make sure she knew we all cared about her, and I kept telling
myself that it would simply take time. She might have been on the cusp of
womanhood (sixteen was older nowadays than it had been when I was her age), but
she had undergone a couple of major upheavals, and it was unrealistic not to
expect her to be affected.
Marianne fell happily into her role as the "mama-san" of the household, taking
over some of Elizabeth's responsibilities toward Hayley and working to keep
everything running smoothly. Giselle, for her part, carried her end of the
load. Recognizing that it was important for her self-esteem, I accepted the
twenty- five bucks a week she insisted on giving me out of her salary from
working at a nearby pharmacy. It might have been lunch money for me, but it
meant something to her, so I took it.
A couple of weeks later, Hayley asked me to come to a pep rally at their school
to watch her cheer. The school's basketball team had just made the playoffs,
and both squads would be there. So Friday morning, I took a couple of hours off
and drove over to their school.
I wasn't sure what to expect, but when I got to the gym, I saw a small group of
parents sitting at one end of the bleachers. I found a seat near the top.
Luckily, Giselle's father didn't appear to be there.
The J.V. squad came out first, and Hayley led them in a series of cheers, doing
their best to rev up the students. I noticed her smiling at me a few times, and
when they were done, she gave me a little wave.
Marianne and the varsity girls came out next, and as she was leading the squad
in a cheer, I had a sudden flashback to my own high school days. Sitting on a
bleacher much like this one, forlornly watching Beth Dunbar dance and prance
around our gym. Knowing that my feelings for her were pathetic and pathetically
unrequited, but unable to control them. I didn't know what to call it now--
irony, poetic justice, or coincidence--but here I sat having both her daughters
madly in love with me and eagerly climbing into my bed.
I wondered, not for the first time, if I should ever tell Marianne the whole
truth. I wanted to, simply because I didn't like keeping secrets from her, but
I had no idea how she would react. A sister-sister trio appeared to be no big
deal to her. Mother-daughter would probably be something else, even if I had
never so much as laid a finger on Beth Dunbar, on her shiny Marcia Brady hair
and her overloaded sweaters. I had *wanted* to, that and so much more, and that
might be the important element to Marianne.
I came out of my retrospection to realize that someone nearby was glaring at me.
It took me a moment or two to recognize him: Randy, Marianne's ex-boyfriend, who
sat a few rows down. He maintained the glare for another second or two, then
looked away.
When the pep rally finally broke up, Marianne gave me a wink and ran off with
the other cheerleaders. She and Hayley knew better than to approach me in front
of everyone -- we had discussed the importance of discretion -- so I wasn't
disappointed with their limited attentions. I filed out of the gym with the
parents and student and went back to work.
I had a very demanding job, and I normally ate lunch at my desk, even on days
when I hadn't spent two hours out of the office on personal business. I was
buried in a pile of SEC disclosures and due diligence reports around twelve-
fifteen when my intercom buzzed.
"Yeah?"
"Steve, there's a Tiffany Michaels here to see you."
Whoa, I thought. Some kind of emergency?
"Send her back."
Tiffany appeared in my office about a minute later. She wore jeans and a
spandex cowl-neck T-shirt, but more importantly she also wore a sly grin that
eased my concern, whatever she was doing here in the middle of the day. She
closed the door behind her.
"Hi, Steve."
"Tiff. Dare I ask what you're doing here this time of day?"
"I'm here on orders from your girlfriend."
My jaw dropped slightly.
"Oh."
"I asked her to give me something really wild and daring to do. A slave thing,
you know? So she told me to come here and give you a bj. And I have to carry
your cum back to school in my mouth and show it to her afterwards."
I gulped.
"I'm pretty busy here."
She stepped around my desk and pushed her way between my thighs.
"I'll be quick."
Not waiting for anything else, she dropped to her knees and unzipped my slacks.
I glanced at the door, then at the windows to my office. I had a big corner
suite with floor-to-ceiling windows, but thankfully the outside was heavily
polarized. My real concern was someone walking in on this.
Tiffany found my dick and sucked it into her mouth. I was completely limp at
first, still half in shock, but she went to work getting me up. I leaned back
in my chair and put my hands on her head. As I began to erect, she worked on me
more purposefully, long smooth strokes to the back of her throat, holding it
there until she started to gag, then dragging her teeth over the underside as
she withdrew. Up and down she went like that for several minutes. She held the
base of my erection with one hand and played with my balls with the other.
As she felt me growing close, she began doing a little dance and flutter over
the head with her tongue, spinning it around, then plunging back down as far as
she could go. I groaned, my hands turning to fists in her hair. She withdrew a
little, holding just the head between her lips and tongue, and began sucking and
bobbing rapidly. This eager lingual massage soon had me on the brink. I
gasped, convulsing in my chair, and spurted off into her mouth. She sucked it
up as it came, pumping out the last bits with her fist.
She leaned back, smiling, and returned my deflating dick to my pants. She
zipped me up and stood.
"Thanks," I gasped. She smiled as best she could with a mouthful of semen, gave
me a little wave, and left.
I had caught my breath after a few minutes and tried to get back to work. At
two-fifty, my intercom buzzed again.
"Marianne," the receptionist said. She knew about our relationship, just not
how young my girlfriend really was. I picked up the phone.
"Hey."
"Did you like your little present?"
I laughed softly.
"You could say that."
"She was jonesing for me really hard this morning, you know, doing her slave
flirting thing. She wanted me to give her something daring to do. So I thought
of you."
"Did she really go all the way back to school with, um..."
She giggled.
"Yep. I told her to come back with a mouthful of cum or it didn't count. I
don't know how she managed to do it, but she did. That was her lunch today.
That and a Diet Coke. She didn't get back in time for anything else."
"Jesus."
"She had fun. She really gets off on this stuff."
"I've noticed."
"I'll let you go. I've got to get to class. I love you."
"You too, Kitten."
I got home that night to find the three girls making dinner. I kissed each one
in turn and got myself a beer from the fridge. Marianne looked up from the
salad she was making.
"Babe? You know that our Spring Break is in a week, don't you?"
"You're going up to see your mother. There's no discussion about that."
"I know, but you're coming with us, right?"
"You need some quality time with your mom. I don't want to get in the way of
that."
She and Hayley looked at me entreatingly.
"Babe, you know she lives in the dorm," Marianne went on. "We can't stay with
her. We have to get a hotel room anyway. Can't you just come with us, just to
be there? You won't have to do anything."
"Clear it with your mom first. And don't lean on her about it."
"I already did. She doesn't mind. She wants to see you too. I called up there
and found us a room near the campus."
"I can stay here and housesit," Giselle said. "I won't, like, throw a party or
anything."
"Okay. I guess that will work."
Marianne and Hayley both smiled.
"Thanks."
After dinner, I called the hotel Marianne had found and got a suite with enough
room for all three of us. I also called Elizabeth to touch base, and she
assured me that she didn't mind having me up there. I wondered how she had
gotten to this apparent friendliness from initially wanting to castrate me. It
occurred to me that it might be some form of rationalization, since having me in
her daughters' lives allowed her to free herself from hers and pursue a long-
suppressed desire. Then again, she might just like me after all.
That Friday, I returned home to find Marianne, Hayley, and Tiffany lounging
around the den watching television.
"Where's Giselle?"
"She and Ashley went out," Marianne said. "What do you feel like doing?"
"I'm a little punchy. I'd rather just hang out at home tonight."
"That's cool," Hayley said. "We couldn't decide what to do either."
"Wanna order a pizza?" Marianne asked.
"Sure. Go for it."
I went upstairs to change clothes, and when I returned, Marianne and Hayley
hadn't moved, but Tiffany was on the floor in front of the TV set, poking
through the adult videos. She looked up when I came in, face tinged ever so
slightly with embarrassment.
"Porno night?" I asked.
"Could we?"
"I'm down with it," Marianne said. "Pick something out."
I squatted down next to Tiffany and rooted through the collection. Given her
predilections, I had an idea about what might be good tonight. Buried in the
back, as I hadn't watched it in years, was Andrew Blake's "House of Dreams," a
random, artsy exploration of BDSM.
I put in the tape and sat down on the couch between Marianne and Hayley.
Marianne pulled me back to lie against her chest, and Hayley lay back against
me. Tiffany took the chair across the room as the tape started.
The movie was framed as long dream sequence, with the main female character
moving from one kinky encounter to the next, fantasizing about being both a
Domme and a sub. Marianne and Hayley found it amusing, Hayley more than
Marianne, but Tiffany was positively transfixed. I nudged Marianne about a
third of the way through. She smiled and hugged me.
"Knew it," she said softly.
The pizza arrived while the movie was still going, and we ate as we watched the
rest of it. It finally ended just before nine.
Marianne sat up behind me and stretched. She turned slowly toward Tiffany and
leered.
"Did you like that, slave?"
Tiffany glanced over at us, and though she was already very turned on, I could
see the aroused flush on her chest deepening.
"Yes."
"Go get into uniform. I need you tonight."
Tiffany practically jumped off the chair and went for her purse. She carried it
into the downstairs bathroom and shut the door. Hayley watched her leave and
then looked back at us, eyes wide with fascination.
"What is she doing?"
"You'll see. Do you want her?"
Hayley quivered very slightly.
"You mean--"
"Do you want her to fuck you? Eat you out? Something like that? She will if I
tell her to."
Hayley gulped.
"Um. Sure."
"Get up. Stand over there."
Hayley got off the couch and stood in the center of the room. Tiffany emerged a
few moments later, having stripped completely naked. She wore nothing but the
nipple clips, her clit leash, and a deeply aroused flush.
She came up to the couch, but Marianne waved her off.
"Give your leash to Hayley."
She did.
"Now undress her."
Tiffany helped Hayley out of her clothes, and Hayley was soon as naked as she
was. She grinned at us nervously, then turned to Tiffany.
"Eat me."
Tiffany dropped to her knees in front of her. Hayley spread her legs a few
inches, and Tiffany reached up to take Hayley's butt in her hands.
Marianne and I lay together, watching Tiffany's tongue working busily in
Hayley's blonde pussy. Hayley was soon groping at Tiffany's head and moaning,
rocking her hips back and forth. Tiffany was short enough that she had to tip
her head back to get her tongue in position, and that gave us a perfect view of
what she was doing.
We watched for a few minutes as Hayley grew closer and closer to orgasm. The
scent of arousal, Hayley's and Tiffany's, was thick in the air, as thick as
Hayley's ragged breathing. Marianne squirmed under me, and I sat up. She
wriggled out of her top, then her jeans, and got to her feet.
Hayley cried out, legs buckling, holding Tiffany's face tightly against her sex.
She shook in orgasm for as long as she could stand it before staggering
backwards and collapsing into the armchair behind her. Tiffany smiled, wiping
her mouth quickly, and looked toward Marianne.
"My turn. Come here."
Tiffany turned around and crawled up in front of Marianne. Marianne stepped
forward over her mouth, and Tiffany was soon back to work.
I stood and removed my clothes, watching Marianne groping at her breasts,
hanging her head back and gasping at what Tiffany was doing. I glanced at
Hayley, who was resting in the armchair, watching them languidly.
Tiffany's tongue was blur against Marianne's clit and labia, and she brought her
to orgasm in a only a minute or two. Marianne struggled to remain standing,
gripping Tiffany's hair in her hands, refusing to let her stop. Finally she
jerked away, lost her balance, and dropped unsteadily to the floor.
"Shit. Shit."
Tiffany glanced at me, grinning at what she had done and waiting to see what I
wanted. I had a feeling that Marianne had some kind of script in mind, so I
stayed where I was. I could see between Tiffany's thighs from where I stood,
and she looked so wet and turned on that she was probably dripping onto the
carpet.
Hayley slid to the floor and crawled up next to Tiffany, sitting back on her
ankles as Tiffany was doing. She ran her fingers through Tiffany's hair a few
times, then leaned forward to kiss her. Tiffany let her, not moving, but
returning the kiss. Hayley leaned further forward, pushing Tiffany onto her
back, and crawled above her.
She broke the kiss after a few more seconds, and slid down to suckle at
Tiffany's pierced nipples. Tiffany moaned softly and put her arms over Hayley.
Marianne rose up on her knees and slithered over in front of me.
"Having fun?"
"Always."
She took my erection in one hand and pulled it to her mouth. She sucked on me
rapidly, tormenting me mercilessly with that damned stud in her tongue. She
looked up at me the entire time, watching my reaction to what she was doing. I
had to grit my teeth and tighten the muscles in my legs to keep from losing my
balance.
Behind her, Hayley had descended between Tiffany's thighs, and was now doing her
best to return the favor. Her tongue fluttered slowly but steadily over
Tiffany's bald sex, flicking at the stud, pushing it back and forth. Tiffany
was writhing on her back, pinching and pulling on the studs in her nipples.
Marianne suddenly withdrew.
"Go fuck her."
"Who?" "Hayley. Right now."
She pushed me toward her sister and then crawled over toward Tiffany. As I
positioned myself behind Hayley and slipped between her firm thighs, Marianne
threw her leg over Tiffany's head and squatted down on her mouth.
Thus I got to watch this daisy chain in front of me as I thrust into Hayley,
Hayley eating Tiffany, Tiffany eating Marianne while still punishing her nipples
with her fingers. Marianne was facing me, and her eyes bored into mine, trying
to join with me through the bodies between us. Hayley was soon bucking back at
me, and Tiffany began to thrash between the two blondes. She shrieked and came
hard, but only broke her rhythm eating Marianne for a few seconds. I felt
Hayley's fingers brushing my balls as she played with herself.
Marianne suddenly leaned forward over Tiffany, pushing her head down next to
Hayley's. The two girls were now eating Tiffany in unison, two tongues
thrashing at her clit from different directions. It only lasted a few more
seconds though, before Marianne reared back again, gripping her big breasts, and
came all over Tiffany's face.
That was too much for me, and I cried out myself, pounding Hayley's butt from
behind. I shuddered, spurting off inside her, just as I felt her coming around
me. I pushed her forward onto Tiffany as I coasted down, and Marianne leaned
forward to kiss me. She frenched me deeply for a few seconds before giggling.
"That was fun."
I could only grunt at her. I pulled out of Hayley and rolled over onto my back.
Marianne flopped down next to me. I watched as Tiffany pulled Hayley up to her
mouth and lapped up the cum that was oozing down her thighs. When she had it
all, she dug her tongue into Hayley, seeking the rest of it. Hayley giggled,
shivering over her.
Marianne leaned over to whisper to me, smiling.
"Tiff is under standing orders not to let your cum go to waste. If you don't
come in her mouth, she's supposed to clean it up from wherever you did."
I laughed softly, watching her work. When she was done, Hayley flopped over and
lay across my chest. Tiffany got up and went to get a bottle of water from the
refrigerator, which we then passed around. The satisfied grin on Tiffany's face
told me more or less what I needed to know, that whatever she was getting out of
this weird relationship with Marianne, she was clearly enjoying herself.
Marianne stood up and stretched.
"Let's go upstairs."
The rest of us got up and followed her up to the master suite. I lay down on
the bed watching them, and Hayley sat next to me. Tiffany stood in the center
of the room awaiting instructions. Marianne seemed to have something in mind,
so I stayed where I was.
She motioned to Tiffany, who dropped to her knees and closed with my girlfriend.
Marianne reached down to caress Tiffany's head as she began eating her again. A
little tremor ran through Marianne's body, but she remained where she was,
smiling at me.
Suddenly she stepped back.
"Go get on the bed, on your hands and knees next to Steve."
Tiffany complied at once, climbing onto the mattress and kneeling on all fours.
Marianne came around the side and lay down, reversing herself next to Tiffany.
Getting the point, Tiffany crawled above her so they were in a sixty-nine
position. The two of them immediately began eating each other.
I glanced at Hayley, who was just grinning in amusement, then back at Tiffany.
I lay on my side to watch her eating Marianne. She pulled her hair around to
clear my view and positioned herself so I could see. Her tongue spun and
fluttered around Marianne's clit, and she used a free finger to fuck her gently.
I couldn't see what Marianne was doing, but she had her hands up on Tiffany's
butt, holding her closely.
A minute or two of this show was enough to restore my erection. I pulled on
Marianne's legs, trying to get the two girls diagonal on the bed. Marianne
seemed to know what I had in mind, and she squirmed over a few feet. Tiffany
moved with her. I crawled up between Marianne's legs, and Tiffany took my cock
and guided it into Marianne. I twisted myself to the side to allow Tiffany room
to continue what she was doing. Marianne let out a groan from between Tiffany's
thighs as I slipped into her.
I had forgotten about Hayley until she jumped off the bed, giggling, and ran
into the dressing area. I had no idea what she was up to, and I was too
distracted from the feel of Marianne around me (not to mention the sight of
Tiffany licking busily away at the pussy I was fucking) to think much about it.
About a minute later, Hayley reappeared, and I let out a laugh. She was wearing
the strap-on dildo, and she climbed onto the bed at the opposite end. I heard
Marianne laughing, but she helped Hayley slip the dildo into Tiffany.
Now I was fucking Marianne, Hayley was fucking Tiffany, and Tiffany and Marianne
were frantically eating each other. I grabbed Marianne's buttocks, lifting her
up as I thrust at her, and Hayley vigorously pumped Tiffany's ass, making her
head bump against my abdomen. Watching this perverse scene in front of me was
too much, and I rapidly lost myself in the sights and sensations.
Marianne began thrashing in orgasm not long into it, and Tiffany joined her
moments later. I looked up at Hayley, whose face was fogged in arousal. She
seemed on the brink of orgasm herself, and a second later I saw why. Marianne
had one hand up between Hayley's legs, obviously fingering her as she fucked
Tiffany. Hayley and I stared at each other as we neared our release, and when
she cried out, pounding Tiffany's buttocks, I groaned out loud and poured myself
into her sister.
One by one, we fell away from this mass coupling. Tiffany moved up the bed,
crawling around between Marianne's thighs to lap up the cum that oozed out of
her. Marianne lay motionless on her back as Tiffany licked and probed at her
sex, holding one hand on Tiffany's head. But when my cum had all disappeared
into Tiffany's mouth and she slowed her attentions and tried to withdraw,
Marianne stopped her. Getting the point, Tiffany went instantly back to work.
Marianne whimpered, pulling her closer, and after a minute or two of rapid
tongue-lashing, she lifted off the bed one last time in orgasm.
We rested for a few minutes, laughing over what Hayley had done with the strap-
on. The girls eventually got dressed, and I went in to kiss Hayley good night
while Marianne showed Tiffany out.
"That was a lot of fun," she said.
"You doing better? Not so sad anymore?"
She nodded slightly.
"I still miss my mom."
"We're going up to see her next week. You'll have all the time with her you
want."
"I know. Thanks for coming with us."
"How are things at school? Giselle mentioned a while back that you're getting
some teasing because of our living arrangements."
She looked away from, shrugging.
"It's no big. I can deal with it."
"You know I'm around whenever you need me."
"Yeah. Thanks."
I kissed her and went back into the master bedroom. Marianne was lying in bed
with a conflicted look on her face.
"Something up?"
She didn't look at me right away. Then she rolled on her side to face me.
"I'm having an 'X-Files' moment. But I should have expected this."
"Something bad?"
"That depends on your perspective. It's... a complication more than a problem.
It's kind of neat in a way. But it's still a complication."
"Enough. Spill it."
She sighed.
"Tiffany... just now, on the way out... she told me she loved me."
Now I got it.
"Oh."
"Right. Not friend-love, you understand. Love-love. 'I want to jump your
bones for the next fifty years'-kind of love."
"She meant it?"
"I saw it in her eyes. She meant it. I guess this little mistress- slave thing
we have going has really gotten to her. I think I've pushed some serious
buttons inside her with it."
"How did it happen? What did you tell her?"
"We were just at the front door, and I was going, 'I'll call you tomorrow' or
something, and she took my hand and squeezed it. Then she looks at me all
puppy-dog eyed and says, 'I love you.' I was in shock at first. She knew she
had caught me by surprise, so I don't think she was hurt by that. But what
*could* I tell her? Of course I told her I loved her too."
"Do you?"
She rolled on her back and exhaled in frustration.
"God. As if I don't already have to divide my emotions between you and Hayley
and Giselle. I certainly love her in a best-friend, I've-known- you-since-
grade- school kind of way. Beyond that... I don't know. This routine we've
gotten into is a lot of fun, and I enjoy being with her. God knows I don't want
to hurt her. But love... that's a whole different story. I've never been in
love with a girl. How do I even know if I am?"
"I don't know if it's significantly different than loving someone of the
opposite sex. Not that I have any experience at it myself."
"But you know what love is, right?"
"Love, to me, is a willingness to take direct action to place someone else's
happiness above your own. To make real sacrifices for their sake. It's not
just a bundle of feelings."
She smiled.
"That's how I know you love me and Hayley." She laughed softly. "And I guess
that works for Tiffany loving me. I don't know. I need to think about this."
"But it doesn't bother you?"
"No. Why should it? Like I said, it's kind of neat. I just need to decide what
I'm feeling."
I hugged her.
"Okay. Sleep on it."
She stayed in my arms, and I turned out the light a few minutes later.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
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Spring Break began a week later. After school that Friday, we left Giselle in
charge of the house and drove up the coast to Santa Cruz. This was Spring Break
week for U.C. as well, and the roads were clogged with students fleeing both
the campus near our house and the one in Santa Cruz. I had gotten us a room in
a resort in the hills above the city, overlooking Monterey Bay.
We checked in just before seven and called Elizabeth from the room. She was
going to meet us for dinner in the main building, and the girls spent the next
half- hour or so getting ready. I could tell from their excited chatter and
concern over their look for the evening that they were really looking forward to
this, and I had to stifle a sensation of guilt. But was I really keeping them
away from Elizabeth? This crazy living arrangement of ours was her damned idea.
When we reached the lobby, Elizabeth was already there waiting for us. The
girls ran to her with a squeal, and the three of them hugged each other tightly.
I came up more slowly behind them, not wanting to intrude. They hugged and
kissed and clucked over each other for about ten or fifteen seconds before
finally letting go. Elizabeth put out her hand. I extended mine, and she
squeezed it.
"How are you, Steve?"
"Good. You?"
"Wonderful. It's so good to see you guys."
Hayley and Marianne each took one of her hands, and we walked toward the
restaurant. I had made reservations, and we were soon seated at a corner table
overlooking the bay.
For most of the dinner, the women were engrossed in each other, and I stayed out
of it. Marianne was clearly happy to see her mother, but it was Hayley who
displayed the most dramatic change, beaming and giggling and laughing about
everything they talked about. I thought again about my suggestion to Marianne.
About moving up here. Marianne wasn't the one who really needed this; it was
Hayley who was simply too young to be separated from her mother. Marianne was
on the verge of going to college herself, and absent my involvement, would
probably have moved out fairly soon anyway.
It would be a big step. I had understated the effect that moving would have on
my job. I would, most likely, have to leave the firm I was with, or at the very
least change my relationship with them. I was not quite wealthy enough yet to
retire, not the way I wanted to. And the nice real estate in this area was not
cheap. But--I kept coming back to the feeling that I owed it to Marianne and
Hayley. God knew they had given enough of themselves to me.
We stayed at the restaurant very late and then wandered aimlessly around the
hotel grounds. Only when Elizabeth insisted that she was exhausted and needed
to sleep did the girls agree to let her go home. We made plans to get together
the next morning and then went up to the room.
I had, at Marianne and Hayley's request, gotten a single king bed. They flopped
onto the mattress together and continued discussing their mother and what they
wanted to do this week while I got undressed.
For the next few days, the girls visited with Elizabeth while I explored Santa
Cruz on my own. Marianne initially wanted me to come along with them, but she
didn't need much convincing that they deserved some time alone.
While they were with their mother, I was checking out the local real estate. I
quickly discovered that what I really wanted was simply out of my price range
right now. I had always had this dream of retiring to a ranch somewhere along
the coastline, where I could sit on the porch and watch the sun set over the
ocean, and, just maybe, watch my future wife and children riding a horse around
the yard. That was still a ways off, and if I wanted to move up here, it wasn't
going to happen now. The hard part was that if I left my job to move to Santa
Cruz, I might never get to the point of being able to afford that ranch.
What had I told Marianne? Love was a willingness to take direct action to place
someone else's happiness above your own. How much did I really love the two of
them? Enough to give up that dream?
As much as I tried to fight it, I knew the answer was yes.
Thursday afternoon, I was taking a nap in the sun on the patio outside our room
when I was awoken by the feel of someone's lips pressing against my own. I
opened my eyes to see Marianne standing over me, kissing me.
"Hi."
"Hey. You guys get back already?"
She smiled.
"No. Mom and Hayley wanted to go shopping down by the boardwalk. I told them
was too tired, which is true. But I also wanted a little time alone with you."
She sat in my lap and leaned against me. I put my arms around her.
"What have you been doing all this time while we've been out with Mom?" she
asked a minute later.
"It's a secret."
She giggled.
"I love secrets. Tell me."
"You can't tell Hayley. Not yet, not until I'm sure this can happen."
"What is it?"
"I've been pricing the local real estate."
She sat up, amazement spreading across her face.
"Really?"
"Really. But there is a problem. I wasn't entirely truthful with you about my
job. If we move up here, I'll probably have to leave. At the very least, I'm
not going to be making the same amount of money I am now."
Her forehead creased slightly.
"Would it be that much less?"
"It depends on a few things I would have to work out with them. But we're
talking about anything from a 25% cut in pay to being completely unemployed. I
could, conceivably, transfer to the San Francisco office and commute from down
here, in which case my job wouldn't much change. But that would be tough on all
of us."
"That's a long way."
"Some people do it. But it is."
She sighed and looked past me toward the ocean.
"I'd be seeing more of Mom and less of you."
"Right. Possibly a lot less."
"What would happen if you quit? Or found something to do for less money?"
"We would still be comfortable. But there's another issue."
I explained about my retirement idea, and what I wanted to do with the ranch.
Her eyes took on a wistful glow.
"That would be pretty neat. I'd love to live in a place like that. I know
Hayley would too. We would have horses and animals and stuff like that?"
"That's the idea."
She didn't say anything for a few moments.
"I don't want you to give up that dream for our sakes."
"I don't want you to give up your mother for my sake."
She curled back up on my chest and took my hand between hers. She kissed it
softly.
"We don't have to decide now, do we?"
"I guess not."
We lay together for a few minutes before she began kissing my neck. I rolled
over, holding her beside me, and kissed her nose.
"They'll probably be back soon," she said. "So if you wanna..."
I grinned.
"I wanna."
She giggled, and I kissed her again. We were much too exposed on this patio, so
after a few minutes, I picked her up and carried her inside to the bed. We
wriggled out of our clothes in a few minutes, kissing and fondling each other.
I played with her big breasts until I had her nipples standing out like little
pebbles. She took my erection in her hand and stroked it softly as I explored
her body.
She sat up suddenly beside me and bent down to take me in her mouth. She bobbed
slowly, working her tongue and its stud against me. Her breasts hung down as
she bent over me, and I reached under her to tweak her nipples. When I reached
further in, finding her moistening blonde mound, she giggled around my cock and
withdrew.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too, Kitten."
I rolled her on her back and kissed my way down her body, suckling each nipple
once, greeting the kitten tattoo at her bikini line, then finally settling
between her thighs. She let me lick at her for only a minute or two before
pulling at my arms, wanting me on her and in her. I obliged.
I sank slowly into her wetness as she wrapped her legs around my butt. I kissed
her deeply as I filled her, making her whimper through her nose.
Having her mother around had changed the mood for our first few days in Santa
Cruz, and we had not made love in almost a week. So this was simple, take-out
sex. I could hold off only until I felt her back arching under me, felt the
tremors of her sex around my erection. I drove into her as far as I could go,
spurting deeply inside her belly.
She sighed contentedly as I lay on top of her.
"Mmm. I missed you."
"I missed you, too."
She looked up at me, smiling.
"I will live wherever I have to, as long as I have you."
"I think that's my line."
She laughed softly.
"We'll work it out. Somehow."
We cleaned up and got dressed none too soon, for Hayley and Elizabeth arrived
soon afterward. I saw Elizabeth's nose wrinkling when she walked in the room,
and I watched the corners of her mouth crease slightly in amusement as she
glanced at the bed (which was still made, but now rather rumpled). We exchanged
a look, but that was all.
The next day, we all went down to Monterey to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. The
Aquarium was housed in an old cannery building, and the local environmentalists
liked to showcase the place as a successful transition from industry to eco-
tourism. We spent an hour or two walking around and looking at the exhibits
before going out back to watch the staff feeding the sea lions when the tide
came in.
I stayed near the back with Elizabeth as the girls pressed in with the other
spectators to watch. I quietly explained my idea about moving up here, but she
was shaking her head before I even finished.
"No, Steve. I can't let you do this. Buying them cars is one thing. Even that
is far more than you ever needed to be doing for them. But I cannot let you
quit your job and sell your house just for them."
"You can see how they are. They really miss you. Hayley especially."
"I know that. But there are things in life you simply have to deal with. I
knew this was going to be a sacrifice. So did they. I would not have done it
had they rejected the idea."
"Marianne wants to go to school up here. What do we do then?"
"I don't know. I have nowhere to put them. I am living, very frugally, off a
part-time job and my half of the proceeds from our house. I cannot afford even
a two- bedroom apartment, not the kind of place the girls would tolerate living
in."
I thought of offering to help, except that I knew she would never accept it and
that even making the offer would offend her.
"You know them pretty well now. Do you think they would be happy going from
your house to sharing a bedroom in a ratty little apartment outside campus?"
That much was obvious.
"No."
"I need for them to stay with you, at least for now. They may not realize it,
but it's for their own good."
"We could move to San Francisco. Or somewhere closer where I wouldn't disrupt
my job."
She shook her head again.
"No. I'm sorry."
I sighed.
"Okay."
She rubbed my shoulder and then leaned in to kiss my cheek. Despite everything
that was going on at that moment, a million things that were more important, the
seventeen-year-old Steve in the bowels of my mind turned a cartwheel. ("Beth
Dunbar kissed me! She finally kissed me!") But I did my best to ignore him.
"It means a lot to me that you'd make the offer. But I can't let you do it."
I nodded, watching Marianne and Hayley squealing and laughing as they were
splashed by one of the sea lions. Maybe some of this happiness would come back
with them. Maybe.
That night, after eating dinner with Elizabeth in the hotel restaurant, the
three of us were lying in bed watching television. Hayley lay beside me, head
on my chest, while Marianne painted her toenails.
"When are we going back?" Hayley asked.
"Sunday morning. You guys have got homework to do."
"I wish we could stay."
Marianne glanced at me.
"Me too," I said. "But your mother needs to be able to concentrate on school."
Hayley didn't catch, or wasn't watching, the concerned look in Marianne's eyes.
I shook my head at her slowly, and she looked back toward the television a
second later.
"We can come up again this summer, right?"
"Definitely."
Hayley was quiet for a few moments.
"Do you think we could ever move up here?"
Marianne's head shot back around.
"It would be tough, Little Kit. I don't know what I would do about my job."
"You've got a lot of money already, don't you?"
"I do. But not enough to retire on."
Marianne finally spoke up.
"It would be really hard to make it work, short stuff. And Mom needs her space
right now."
Hayley whimpered, frowning, and I tried to hug her. But she pulled away from me
and rolled over to her side of the bed, curling up and staring away from us. I
glanced at Marianne, who rubbed my leg sympathetically.
The phone rang about ten minutes later. I reached over toward the nightstand
and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Steve? It's Giselle."
"Hi. What's up?"
"Have you been checking your messages today?"
"The voice mail? No."
"Well there are about six messages from some guy from your work. I think his
name was Jake. He was really excited about something."
"Whoa. What did he say?"
I heard her rustling around the phone.
"I tried to write this down, but I don't know if I got it right. It was about
something like Nesterm or Nestern."
My heart skipped a beat.
"NexTerm?"
"Yeah, that was it."
"Oh, God."
"What's wrong? Is it bad?"
"Uh, don't worry about it. I need to go call him back. Thanks."
"No problem. Bye."
I hung up and jumped for my Palm V organizer. I didn't know Jake's home number
off the top of my head, but I found it soon enough. When I went back, I noticed
Marianne staring at me strangely.
"What was that?"
"I need to make a phone call."
It would have taken too long to explain. This was either very good--or very,
very bad.
Jake answered on the third ring.
"Hey, Jake, it's Steve. What's going on?"
He laughed.
"Oh, man, did you hear?"
"No. I'm on vacation. I haven't been in touch."
"It's about your little project, the one you told me about and I stupidly
neglected to buy in on."
"What happened?"
"Cisco is buying them out, man. They made the offer this morning."
"Oh, Jesus."
"'Oh, Jesus' is right. You know what the damn offer was? Forty!"
Oh, my God. My million-dollar investment had just turned into four overnight.
"You think they'll get it?"
"No way in hell. It's shot up twenty points already. It closed at thirty-three
and three-eighths this afternoon."
"Holy shit."
He laughed.
"I should have listened to you, man."
"I guess so."
"If you don't mind my asking, how much have you got?"
"Uh, about a hundred thousand."
"Damn. That should be some nice pocket change. Be enough to pay off your
mortgage, I bet."
I realized what he was thinking.
"Uh, Jake, I was talking shares, not dollars."
Silence. Then--
"Are telling me you have a hundred fucking thousand shares of NexTerm?"
"Thereabouts."
He laughed in disbelief.
"Jesus *Christ,* man! What were you thinking?"
"I don't know."
"Well, you hit the fucking lottery, Steve. You just hit the fucking lottery."
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
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"What was all that about?" Marianne asked when I finally hung up the phone.
I shook my head as if it wasn't anything important. It was way too soon to tell
them about this.
"Some problem at work. I'll deal with it when we get back."
Saturday was our last full day there, and I could see Hayley falling back into
her depression as the day went on. I tried to comfort her, but she wasn't in
the mood for it and avoided me. We spent much of the day walking around the
Santa Cruz boardwalk and then had dinner back at the hotel.
Not wanting to risk generating unrealistic expectations, I managed to avoid
spilling the secret about NexTerm. But if Hayley was in a funk about having to
go home, I was in a lather of anticipation about what would happen on Monday
when the market opened.
Sunday morning we got up early and packed in silence. Hayley spoke to me only
once, when the "express checkout" statement appeared under our door. She picked
it up and walked over to me with it.
"What is this?"
"The bill. So we can just sign off on it and go."
Elizabeth showed up to see us off, and the girls cried and hugged her repeatedly
before we finally left around ten. Hayley went straight to her room when we got
home and stayed there until dinnertime. Marianne spent the rest of the day
working on accumulated homework while I tried to digest the development with
NexTerm.
Cisco was unlikely to get them for forty or anything close to it. For a buyout
like this, the NexTerm board of directors would most likely insist on a price
higher than it had ever traded at, which meant at least 63. The problem was
that that might be more than Cisco wanted to spend.
I got up early Monday morning to check the market activity in New York. NexTerm
was already up to 35 1/4 and trading heavily. I could bail out now and make a
tidy profit of about two-and-a-half million, although the capital gains taxes
would take a chunk of that. I wanted more, though.
I sat there staring at my computer screen, watching the prices scroll along the
bottom. Cisco was up too; the analysts seemed to like the acquisition idea. If
I held on, and the deal went through, it would probably involve some kind of
stock swap, and I would end up with a pile of Cisco in exchange, which was a
pretty nice thing to have these days. I had a bunch of it already.
"What are you doing?"
I turned around to see Marianne behind me in her nightshirt, blonde hair
sticking in every direction, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"I just needed to check something before I went to work."
She turned around, still half-asleep, and went back to the bedroom. I got up a
minute later and began getting dressed for work.
I came home that afternoon to find Marianne and Tiffany lying out by the pool.
Both of them were topless. Marianne had on a bright yellow thong, and Tiffany
sat next to her in patterned bottoms, rubbing suntan oil over Marianne's chest.
"Guys."
"Hi, Steve." I kissed Marianne hello, and she looked up at me with amusement in
her eyes.
"I decided that it's time to start working on my tan again. Tiffany came over
to help."
"Don't get burned."
"I have Tiff to rub sunburn lotion on me if it happens."
They exchanged a look, and I knew then that what Marianne had told me about a
few weeks before was true. A slight linger in the glance, something secret
passing between them, a little curve to Tiffany's lips. Then Tiffany looked up
at me, eyes bright and full of life. The studs in her nipples glinted in the
sun.
"Do you want me to get you anything, Steve?"
"A beer wouldn't hurt. I need to go change."
She hopped off her chair and preceded me into the house. When I came back down
to the pool, there was a Sam Adams waiting for me on the table beside Marianne.
I lay down in the chair across from Tiffany as she finished oiling up my
girlfriend.
"You guys should be hearing about college soon, right?"
Marianne nodded.
"Any day now."
"Marianne and I applied to some of the same places," Tiffany said.
"I think we've settled on UCSC as the first choice?" I asked.
"Yeah," Marianne said. "However we work it out."
"Wouldn't it be cool if we both got in together?"
She glanced at Tiffany, smiling.
"That would be pretty cool. I wonder if they have a sex slave sorority we could
join."
They both laughed, but when the laughter subsided, they noticed me watching
them. Tiffany's face darkened slightly.
"Um, Steve, look. I'm not trying to muscle in on your thing with Marianne. She
told me that you're number one with her, and I can accept that."
I exhaled slowly.
"Okay."
"I don't want to break you up. I know she loves you and that you make her
happy. I'm not trying to take her away from you."
Marianne took her hand and then mine.
"We had room in our lives for Giselle. Don't we have room for Tiffany, too?"
I laughed softly.
"She'd have to sleep on the couch. I think we've run out of bedrooms."
"I didn't mean like it that. I meant--"
"I know. But I think so. If it's what you want, we can make it work."
"It is."
"Thanks."
Tiffany came over and hugged me.
"Thanks, Steve."
Tiffany stayed for dinner, and with graduation two months away, she and Marianne
appeared to be in no mood to bother with their homework, what little they had.
"I feel like doing something weird tonight," Marianne said after the dishes were
done.
"Like what?"
She grinned slyly.
"Do you remember that first afternoon I came over here, when you mentioned
something about a strip bar?"
"Oh. Yeah. Why?"
"Could we go?"
"We?"
"You, me, and Tiffany. It's eighteen and over, right?" "Well, not the topless
bars, but the nude bars, yeah, since they can't serve alcohol. You really want
to do this?"
"I think it would be cool. Me and Tiff could get dressed up and all these guys
would be drooling over us."
My stomach did a flip-flop.
"I don't want you spontaneously tearing your clothes off. Never mind that we'd
get thrown out, I'm not interested in exposing you in a place like that."
She smiled again.
"Not me. Tiffany. I'll dress classy, but I'm going to dress her in full slut
mode, on her leash. It will just be a tease. We won't do anything stupid."
"Does she know about this?"
"We talked about it. She's hot for it."
"Monday is going to be a slow night."
"I know. That's cool. That way we won't be totally outnumbered."
I chuckled.
"Okay. Let's do it then. This sounds like fun."
Marianne found Tiffany, and I went up to Hayley's room to tell her we were going
out. She was a little shocked at the idea, but displayed no disappointment at
being left out. She claimed to have too much homework to do anyway.
I found Marianne and Tiffany in the master suite. Marianne was down to bra-and-
panties, and Tiffany was nude. They were poking through Marianne's clothes and
deciding what to wear.
"What is this place like?" Tiffany asked. "I've never even been near something
like this."
"Picture twenty men staring catatonically at some bleached blonde with breast
implants and no pubic hair as she dances around exposing herself. That's about
all it is. It's far less exciting than you might think. Half the time it's as
erotic as watching a pelvic exam."
"You mean the guys aren't hooting and hollering and all that?"
"Never seen it. I don't know what it is about those places, but I've never seen
anyone really go crazy. They just sit there and stare at the girls."
"Wow."
"Have you been to a lot of them?" Marianne asked.
"Now and then, when I got lonely and horny. But it's a bad habit. I probably
went about once or twice a year before I met you."
"The girls just dance around on the stage?"
"That and they'll do private dances for another fifty bucks. You go in the back
with them and they'll writhe around with you on a couch."
"That's not illegal?" Tiffany asked.
"I think it is some places. Not everywhere. The idea is that they can touch
you, but you can't touch them. In reality, a lot of mutual touching goes on.
It all depends on how comfortable the girls are about it."
Marianne was pensive a moment.
"Do you think they'd do a private dance with us?"
"With a girl? I bet some of them would. They certainly have no problem doing
two-girl private dances."
Tiffany giggled.
"You did that?"
I tried not to blush.
"On occasion."
"What do they do?"
"Depends on the girls. Some of them will just simulate having sex, others will
really get into it."
"Seriously? They'll eat each other out right in front of you?"
"Sometimes."
They giggled nervously at each other before returning to the clothes. They
fiddled around in the closet for another few minutes before settling on
Tiffany's outfit. Marianne began with black stockings and a garter belt, then a
black leather microskirt that stopped right at the stocking tops. If Tiffany
stood perfectly still, the stockings were not really visible, but if she moved
at all--let alone sat down-- they immediately came out from under the leather.
Tiffany grew more and more excited as Marianne dressed her, and I watched her
chest flushing and her nipples growing hard around their silver studs.
Marianne examined her for a moment longer before reaching into the closet. She
extracted a green silk blouse, which she had Tiffany put on and tie up under her
breasts. The fabric was thin and clingy enough to make Tiffany's nipples and
her piercings blatantly obvious. Marianne fastened one button so that Tiffany
was not completely falling out of it.
"What do you think?"
"Nipple clips."
"You think so?"
"Why not?"
Marianne found the nipple clips and reached into the blouse to attach them. Now
Tiffany had a silver chain suspended across her cleavage.
"Perfect," Marianne said. "What about me?"
I thought for a moment.
"What about those white stretch pants you have? And that leather top with the
tassels?"
"Mmm. Good idea."
She stripped off her bra and replaced her panties with a tiny little thong.
Once back in her closet, she donned this pair of stretch pants I had seen her
wear a few times. The fabric was some cotton-lycra blend, tight enough to
define the crack of her butt, and they were low- cut enough that her kitten tat
was visible just below her bikini line.
The top was a sort of tan leather corset/vest that laced up across her breasts,
pushing them up and together. It reached down only to about the bottom of her
rib cage, but dozens of little leather tassels hung across the front. It was a
good Domme look without being completely out there about it. The two of them
finished up with their hair and make-up, and we left.
This strip bar was in the seedier section of town, well away from the tourist
and retirement areas near the beach. It wasn't far from the University, and I
knew (from prior experience) that they got a lot of traffic from the students.
I stopped on the way to get a big wad of cash, but we got there just after nine.
The bouncer gave Marianne and Tiffany (and her clit leash) only a mild glance as
I paid the cover.
Tension lined the faces of both girls as we stepped into the club, however much
they were trying to act nonchalant. The lights were low except around the pit,
and loud, thumping dance music overlaid everything. Only about ten or fifteen
men were inside, nothing like the crowds they got on the weekends. Up on the
stage, a thin brunette with painfully huge breasts (they looked about to burst
from the implants) danced around the pole. She braced her leg on the rail and
used one hand to pull apart her labia for a man at the edge. He stared at her
blankly.
Out in the club, a half dozen of the girls moved around, dressed in slinky
outfits, soliciting private dances. A few of them noticed us, smiled, and went
back to work.
One by one, the men in the club noticed Marianne and Tiffany. I saw no
discernible reactions in their faces, but several of them stared openly,
especially at the silver chain running from Marianne's hand up under Tiffany's
skirt.
A waitress appeared and guided us to a table near the pit. There was a two-
drink minimum here, and I ordered two bottles of mineral water and four Diet
Cokes.
The girls sat rigidly beside me, eyes fixed on the stage.
"Is anyone staring at us?" Marianne asked quietly.
"A few. But don't forget you're not naked. You aren't the reason they're
here."
In truth, by this point, most of the men were looking back toward the pit. We
still got idle glances and occasional stares, but that was all.
"No one is going to bother you," I said. "At worst, they'll just keeping
watching us."
Gradually, the two of them began to relax and look around. Tiffany got into it
faster than Marianne did, but soon they were bobbing their heads to the music
and watching the girls on the stage. I watched the dancers circulating in the
club, and though most of them looked in our direction from time to time, none of
them came over.
The girls would dance down to their thongs for one song, then naked for another.
After each song, you were supposed to tip them a buck or two, and I gave
Marianne and Tiffany a roll of ones for tips. I wasn't sure if this was turning
them on at all, but they seemed to be having fun, whispering comments to each
other or giggling when the dancers got close or bent over to expose themselves
to us.
"You know, you're right," Marianne said after we had been there about ten
minutes.
"About what?"
"The guys here. They're like, all stoned or something. I can't believe this."
"I told you."
I looked back up at the girl in the pit. She was a cute blonde--maybe twenty or
so--with a trim, athletic body (and no implants, which I liked). The gold ring
through her clit twinkled in the blinking lights above.
She was working her way around the pit, giving each patron a good look at her,
and when she got to us, she smiled broadly--a fairly genuine smile, which told
me she had probably been doing this for a while. She crawled up to the rail in
front of Tiffany, leaning out of the pit, and stuck her tits in Tiffany's face.
Tiffany watched her, wide-eyed, but didn't move.
The girl glanced down at us, and I saw her eyes widening at Tiffany's clit
leash. Then she rolled over, spreading her legs almost ninety degrees apart in
front of Marianne. She stared directly at my girlfriend--who was watching
raptly--and fingered herself for a few seconds. Then she rolled over again,
stuck her butt in my face briefly, and moved on to the next patron.
When her dance was over, we all tipped her. She smiled and thanked us, then
went into the back.
We were watching another dancer about five minutes later when the blonde girl
reappeared at our side, dressed in a long, sheer gown. She leaned in between
us, smiling.
"Hi. I'm Kathy."
"Steve. This is Marianne and Tiffany."
"You guys having fun?"
I noticed a stud in her tongue as she spoke.
"So far. This is their first time in a place like this."
She laughed.
"So what do you think? Pretty wild, huh?"
Marianne giggled nervously, but Tiffany answered.
"I like it."
"Would you guys care for a private dance?"
The girls glanced at each other.
"With us?" Marianne asked.
"Any of you."
"What about all of us?"
She smiled.
"It's one at a time. But if the other two of you wanted to watch, that would be
okay." She looked at me. "Have you been here before?"
"Yes. I know the rules."
"Okay. Who's it going to be?"
"Tiffany," Marianne said.
Kathy smiled at her.
"Cool. I like all those piercings you've got. I'm guessing that leash is
attached to one?"
Tiffany smiled nervously.
"Yeah. Thanks."
Kathy reached for the leash, and Marianne handed it to her with a grin. She led
us to the back, where a curtain concealed the private dance cubicles. We stood
in a clump waiting for the current song to end. Kathy examined the leash for a
moment, then gave it a playful tug, making Tiffany giggle.
For the first time, I saw looks of real interest from some of the men, and I
knew they were wondering just what we were about to do. Frankly, I was
wondering that myself.
When the song ended, Kathy pulled the curtain aside and led us into the back,
still holding Tiffany's leash. The cubicle we ended up in was about eight feet
by ten feet, with a cheap vinyl sofa taking up most of the space. On the
opposite wall was a mirror. I peeled two hundred- dollar bills off the roll in
my pocket and handed them to Kathy, who smiled.
"Four dances?"
"Take your time."
She guided Tiffany to the couch and had her sit down. Marianne and I stood back
to watch, and she took my hand. Kathy pulled off the sheer gown she wore, and
climbed onto the couch to straddle Tiffany's legs. She was saying something to
her, and though I couldn't quite hear it over the music, I knew the gist of it:
Relax, let me do everything.
Tiffany leaned back on the couch, still tense, but excited, as Kathy began to
writhe against her. She kissed her tenderly, moving her hands over Tiffany's
breasts. She spent the first few minutes just rubbing herself against the other
girl or bracing her leg on the back of the couch to display her shaved pussy.
As the first song began to end, Kathy slid to the floor in front of her, and
reached up to untie the knot in Tiffany's blouse. She undid the one button and
spread the blouse open. Marianne's hand squeezed mine tightly.
Kathy extended her tongue, exposing the stud, and wiggled it over Tiffany's left
nipple, clicking their studs together. Then she sucked nipple and stud into her
mouth. She looked back at us, smiling around Tiffany's tit, then withdrew. She
performed the same operation on Tiffany's other breast.
Tiffany was breathing heavily now, eyes closed, arms spread out on the back of
the couch. Kathy continued to suck on her nipples or play with her breasts for
about a minute. Then she withdrew, and reached down to spread Tiffany's legs.
Marianne squeezed my hand again, and I was getting some serious butterflies in
my stomach by this point.
Kathy spread Tiffany's thighs widely apart, and pushed up her skirt. When she
saw that Tiffany had nothing on underneath, she looked back at us, pretending to
be surprised. She turned back to Tiffany, who was panting in agitation now, and
reached out to tweak her clit stud. She removed the leash, and then, very
slowly, bent forward, watching our reaction the entire time.
She couldn't really be about to do this, I thought. Even if I had seen a lot of
the girls here eating each other out. Tiffany was a customer. That should have
made a difference, right?
But she did it anyway.
Extending her tongue into a point, she began to lick Tiffany's clit very
lightly. Tiffany let out a soft cry at the first contact. Kathy wiggled
Tiffany's clit stud, pressing her tongue stud against it. She gave it a long,
slow, lick, then began eating her more deliberately.
I realized, from Kathy's cool manner, that this was just a show to her. I had
no doubt that she didn't intend to get Tiffany off--except that she hadn't
reckoned with Tiffany's state of excitement. Less than thirty seconds into
this, Tiffany convulsed, let out a squeak, and shuddered in orgasm. I saw a
tiny spark of surprise in Kathy's eyes, but she was good--she didn't stop. She
pretended to be into this, and did her best to finish Tiffany off. Then she
withdrew, climbing up to kiss the other girl.
The second song had just ended, and Kathy stood, smiling at us. She extended
her hand to Marianne, who gasped slightly. She glanced at me, and I nodded.
Kathy led Marianne to the couch, where Tiffany was still recovering. Tiffany
slid to one end but stayed there. Marianne was still in a state of shock at
what she had seen, and Kathy caressed her face and hair, trying to calm her
down. She kissed Marianne softly, then took Marianne's hands. She held them
against her breasts, and though she let Marianne feel her, she kept her hold on
her wrists.
Then she began moving against Marianne, rubbing her naked body against my
girlfriend. Marianne's head had fallen back, and her breathing was rapid and
heavy. Kathy caressed her breasts a few times, squeezing them.
Toward the end of the third song, as she had done with Tiffany, she began to
unlace Marianne's top. Marianne was shivering nervously by now, and when Kathy
took one of Marianne's big breasts in her mouth, she let out a little cry and
put her arms around Kathy's shoulders.
By now, my cock was so hard I thought it might explode. But there was nothing I
could do.
Kathy suckled Marianne's breasts for nearly a minute, and I wondered if she was
going to pull Marianne's pants off and eat her like she had done with Tiffany.
But she apparently had something else in mind.
I noticed, probably well after it happened, that one of Kathy's hands was now
between Marianne's legs, rubbing her firmly through the fabric of her pants.
She continued to suck on Marianne's nipples and caress her with her other hand.
Maybe this sort of thing went on a lot with the male customers (I recalled that
on prior visits, some of the girls had tried to give me vague handjobs through
my pants). Maybe getting Tiffany off had set a precedent. Maybe Kathy was just
getting into this. But she definitely appeared to be trying to bring Marianne
to orgasm.
It didn't take a lot of work. Marianne was soon humping her hips up at Kathy's
hand, and Kathy responded by rubbing faster. She looked over at me, licking her
lips lasciviously as her hand moved rapidly between my girlfriend's legs.
Finally, Marianne began to shudder and her legs began to shake, and a second
later, she came in Kathy's arms.
Kathy had somehow timed this perfectly. As Marianne coasted down, the last song
came to an end. She withdrew from Marianne and stood.
"Would you like another one? Maybe for you?"
I looked down at the two drained girls on the couch. Marianne wiped the sweat
from her forehead and tried to catch her breath. Though Kathy was certainly
very pretty, what I really wanted to do was take Marianne and Tiffany home and
fuck the daylights out of both of them.
"I think we're good. Thanks."
She smiled and helped the girls to their feet, pulled her dress back on, then
led us out. She gave each of us a peck on the lips.
"Thanks. Have a nice night."
The two girls clung to my arms.
"What now?" Marianne asked.
"Home. I'm so hard it hurts."
She giggled, and we went straight out to the car. As soon as we were on the
road, Marianne reached into my lap to fondle my aching erection.
"Poor baby. Having to watch all that with no one to help you. I bet I know
what you need."
As Tiffany watched, wide-eyed, from the back seat, Marianne bent over into my
lap and began freeing my penis. As soon as it was exposed, it disappeared into
her mouth. I grunted, gasping. I had been too turned on for too long to stand
very much of this, and Marianne was not trying to hold me off at all. She
bobbed rapidly, massaging the stud in her tongue against the head, doing all the
little things she knew I liked.
I had to pull off the road. I cried out, grabbing at her hair as she sucked on
my cock like she wanted to take it off. The cum boiled in my groin, and then it
was erupting out of me like Mount St. Helens, one painful spurt after another.
Marianne continued sucking at me until it was all out, until I could finally
stand to have her stop.
She leaned back, swallowing, and smiled as I melted into my seat.
"Better now?"
I nodded weakly.
"Uh-huh."
She giggled.
"Take us home."
As it happened, the three of us were too drained by that adventure to do much of
anything when we got back, and Tiffany went home about an hour later. Marianne
and I went to bed.
The next day, NexTerm was up to forty-one, and Cisco and the board of directors
were reported to be in negotiations. I spent most of the day trying to work
without checking the NASDAQ quote marquee on my computer screen every ten
seconds.
At three o'clock, my intercom buzzed. It was Jake.
"Steve, you got your TV on?"
I had a television in my office because I often needed to check CNN or Financial
News during the day.
"No."
"Get it on, CNN, now."
I found the remote buried under a pile of crap in the corner of my desk. I
switched on the set.
"--had no immediate reaction to the offer. A Cisco spokesman complained that
IBM was coming in, quote, 'Much too late on this deal,' and that their
interference might prevent the entire transaction from closing."
"What?" I asked Jake. "What the hell is IBM doing?"
He laughed through the intercom.
"They made an offer of fifty-four for NexTerm. Cisco is having a cow."
A bidding war. Dear God Almighty.
"Fifty-four? Did I hear that right?"
"Yes. Check your ticker."
I glanced at my screen. A few seconds later, 5,000 shares of NexTerm rolled
past at 49 3/8.
"Jesus."
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
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Somehow I got through the rest of the day without losing my mind. NexTerm
closed at 56 5/8. Marianne and Hayley were out by the pool when I got home, but
I gave them scarcely a glance as I ran up to my office. I logged into my
company network and prepared a sell order for the next morning.
I sat there with my finger on the mouse, trying to make myself send it in. But
I couldn't do it. The deal could still fall apart, leaving me with nothing.
But if it went through, it would happen at a lot higher than fifty-six. I could
be losing a million bucks or more with one click of the mouse.
After a few minutes, I canceled the order and shut off my computer. Marianne
appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but her yellow thong. Her perfect
breasts were already tinted a pale pink with sunburn.
"Is something wrong?"
"Not exactly."
"You know, you've been acting really, really weird ever since we got back from
Santa Cruz."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"So what is it?"
"I can't tell you now. Right now, it's nothing. I don't want to get your hopes
up."
Her eyebrows creased.
"Is it bad?"
"No. It's potentially very good, but it hasn't happened yet."
"But you can't tell me about it?"
"I'd rather wait until it's solidified more."
She pursed her lips.
"Okay."
I reached for her.
"Come here."
She climbed into my lap, straddling me and putting her arms around my neck. I
played with her breasts for a couple of seconds.
"You're getting a little burned here."
"I burn, then I tan. I don't want any tan lines this year."
I slipped a finger under the waistband of her thong.
"What about this, then?"
"I can live with that. But I don't want lines around my back and shoulders.
That way I can wear those slinky dresses you like."
I kissed her, then pulled a breast up to my mouth, tasting suntan oil.
"How's your sister doing?"
"Still depressed. But maybe a little better."
"And you?"
"I'm happy. It was nice to see Mom, but I understand how it has to be."
I kissed her other breast, making her squirm. A little giggle escaped her lips.
I reached under her with one hand, pressing a finger against the bottom of her
thong, where her labia bulged against the fabric.
"Mmm. I like that."
"I know."
I hooked my thumb under the elastic, pulling it aside. A prickly nest of blonde
pubes was soon in my hand. My middle finger slid slowly inside her. She
inhaled sharply, pressing her forehead tightly against mine.
"Where is Hayley?" I managed.
"Still down by the pool," she gasped.
I undid my slacks with my free hand, and Marianne reached for my erection as
soon as it was exposed. She pulled it into place and settled down onto me as I
held her thong to the side. We both groaned as I sank into her, and then she
was kissing me passionately.
She rode me eagerly, rolling her hips back and forth, making the chair rock
against my desk. I pulled her breasts to my mouth, sucking on one, then the
other. She held my head close to her chest, moaning. Her movements sped, and
little whimpers were soon flowing out her nostrils. I held her tight butt in my
hands, trying to help her (since she had me pinned down quite securely), and
within a minute or two she was shuddering in my arms. She bit at my shoulder as
her climax peaked. Then she let out a long breath, relaxing against me.
"You didn't come," she said after a few moments.
"No."
She held my shoulders, leaning back.
"On the floor."
I half-stood, still connected, and picked her up. We lay on the floor, and I
began driving rapidly into her as she bit at my ear and whispered random
perversions. I let out a groan and erupted inside her very quickly. I lay on
top of her as she stroked my back.
"Steve?"
"Hmm?"
"This summer... once school is out... could Tiffany move in with us?"
I lifted up to look at her.
"How? Where is she going to sleep?"
She glanced timidly around my office but said nothing. I sighed.
"Oh."
"There's room in the bedroom for your desk and your computer, isn't there? We
could put it in the sitting area by the window."
"Giselle *and* Tiffany?"
"Would it be a problem?"
"Was this your idea or hers?"
"Ours. We were just talking about it."
She stared up at me with her pretty blue eyes.
"Steve, I've realized that I do love her. I really would like to have her
living with us."
"This isn't a change in our relationship?"
"No. Tiffany understands that. She'd just be another kitten for our cathouse."
I laughed weakly.
"Oh, God."
I reflected that if this NexTerm thing went through, the circumstances were
going to be very different anyway.
"Okay. I'll give it some thought."
She hugged me tightly.
"Thanks."
NexTerm opened at 58 the next morning and continued climbing. At noon, Cisco
came back with a counteroffer of 65, which was three points more than NexTerm
had ever traded at. We were in serious deal territory now, and I suspected that
it would close one way or another- -if it was going to--very soon.
It did.
Cisco, IBM, and NexTerm apparently stayed up through the night fighting it out,
and early the next morning, when I turned on CNN, I found myself watching an
impromptu press conference outside the NexTerm offices in Sunnyvale. Cisco had
prevailed. The deal had closed at 85, all of it to be paid for with Cisco
stock. A high price maybe, but from one perspective it was nothing but paper
anyway. Cisco certainly had enough market value to swallow a company like
NexTerm without burping.
I didn't really come back to earth until I realized I was sitting out by the
pool in my boxer shorts, and Marianne was standing in front of me trying to get
my attention.
"Steve? *What* is going on? You are going to tell me now!"
I looked up at her dizzily.
"Sit down."
She did. I tried to explain as best I could. Her face got very pale as she
listened to me.
"So what does this mean?"
"It means... that in a few days, I am going to get almost nine million dollars
in Cisco stock transferred into my account. Stock that is probably going to
increase rapidly in value in the future."
Her eyes swelled.
"Nine million dollars?"
"Yes. It means I can retire. We can buy the ranch and the horses and
everything. We can move to Santa Cruz and do everything we talked about."
Her jaw was shaking violently now, and a tear ran down her cheek. She gasped
for breath against her agitation.
"We can?"
"Yes, Kitten, we can."
She let out a joyful squeal and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me so
tightly that pain shot down my back. A moment later, she pried herself free
from my arms and jumped up, taking my hand.
"We have to tell Hayley."
She dragged me upstairs in a half-run, and we burst into Hayley's room. She had
just emerged from the shower and wore nothing but a towel. She jumped back in
surprise.
"Hey!"
Marianne ignored her look of outrage and grabbed her arm. The story rushed out
in a flood, and Hayley's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.
"We could move?" she said softly when Marianne finally stopped to catch her
breath.
"Yes!" Marianne said.
"To a ranch?"
"Yes!"
"It's what I'm thinking of," I said.
"Could... could we get a horse?"
"A half-dozen of them if you want. That's the idea."
She began to cry.
"We could move."
"We'll be near Mom," Marianne said. "I'll go to school there, if, please God I
get in, and Steve will retire. Everything will be perfect."
Hayley hugged her, sobbing in joy, then hugged me. I saw something out of the
corner of my eye and realized Giselle was standing in the doorway.
"What's going on?"
Marianne excitedly explained what had happened. Giselle's face dropped
slightly, and she looked at me.
"You guys are going to move?"
"But you can come with us," Marianne said. "We'll get a really big house and
you and Tiffany and Mom and all of us can live together."
I laughed, holding up my hands.
"Whoa. Wait. Let's not run too far ahead of ourselves here."
"But Steve, she's living with us now anyway. You said Tiffany could move in.
What difference would it make if we're here or in Santa Cruz?"
She had a point.
"At the very least, I don't know what your mother will want to do."
"But could she?"
"I guess so. I really don't know if she'll be comfortable doing it, though."
Hayley squeezed my hand tightly.
"But if she does, can she, please?"
I laughed.
"Okay. Yes."
She squealed, hugging me tightly. I just shook my head in amazement.
April flew by in a blur. My NexTerm stock converted to Cisco, which shot up
another five points after the deal. I was now worth just over thirteen million
dollars. I called an estate realtor in Monterey and asked him to begin looking
for potential ranches for us to buy. I gave notice at work, telling my boss I
would retire in June.
Elizabeth went into shock at the news, but after I explained my reasoning and
that I had planned this for a long time, she broke down and cried. She said she
had to think about moving in with us, but that it was a possibility.
Marianne got into UCSC, provoking a hysterical phone call to her mother.
Tiffany got in a week later. Giselle had planned to go to the Cal State campus
nearby, but she began looking into the possibility of going to school up north.
Ashley had already applied to Stanford (the Dean of Undergraduate Admissions, as
it happened, was a friend of mine from B-school, so I wrote her a nice letter of
recommendation), and if she got in, she would not be very far away.
Hayley simply bounced giddily around the house, forever about to burst with
happiness. She called her mother frequently to gush over what had happened and
had already picked out a name for her horse.
The prom came and went, and the girls mutually agreed to simply blow it off, not
wanting to create a scene by bringing me. Blowing it off created something of a
stir anyway, but not as much as my showing up at the dance would have.
The first weekend in May, we drove back up to Santa Cruz to see the properties
the realtor had found for us. I had told him $4-5 million, 40+ acres, horse-
ready, with at least seven bedrooms, views optional but preferred. With that
sort of price tag, we got the red carpet treatment from the moment we arrived.
Elizabeth met us at his office, where we found a limo waiting for us.
The first place we went was, well... nice. Nothing special, but nice. The
house was big but worn-out and needed work, and the land was pretty but just
didn't turn me on enough. The second place was simply too small. Also nice,
but just too small.
After lunch (which the realtor paid for), we looked at another property near the
beach, which was the most disappointing of all. It had good views of the ocean,
but they were disrupted by all the commercial development along the water. Not
something I wanted to spend my retirement looking at.
We set out for the last place just after three o'clock, driving out of Santa
Cruz and into the hills. All of us were feeling a little down after three
straight disappointments, and I detected an edge of panic in the realtor's
voice, as he sensed his six-figure commission slipping away. But he seemed
excited about this last possibility or was at least trying to act that way.
We finally turned off Highway 17 onto a little back road that ran through
several stands of coastal redwoods. A mile down the road, we stopped in front
of a tall stone gate, where a bearded, heavyset man in overalls waited for us,
standing beside a mud- splattered pick-up truck.
"That's the caretaker."
He leaned out of the limo window and talked briefly to the man, who then went
back to his truck and opened the gate.
"This place belongs to an old California family," the realtor went on. "The
matriarch apparently just passed away. They're having to sell it because of the
estate taxes and because her kids couldn't agree on what to do with it."
I nodded vaguely, as he had been telling us stories like this all day. We
followed the road up through the redwoods, and when the trees finally thinned
out, we got a good look at the property.
"Oh, wow," Hayley said.
Elizabeth leaned against the window, sighing.
"Oh, my."
What else to say? It was love at first sight.
The property was a good fifty acres, and we couldn't see all of it right away.
The road ran through a broad meadow, wooden ranch fences on both sides. The
land looked almost virgin -- uncultivated, unmolested, unspoiled. Up ahead was
the ranch house, a sprawling two-story building that looked like something out
of "Bonanza." Behind it was the horse barn and what looked like a guesthouse,
and around the other side was a six- car garage. Beyond the house, the land
rolled downhill into another stand of virgin redwoods, and the Pacific Ocean
glittered off in the distance. The view at sunset had to be breathtaking, and
it was awe-inspiring even now.
"There's a creek that runs through this place, apparently," the realtor said.
"There's supposed to be a nice waterfall toward the back of the property."
The girls bounced around in the limo, trying to take it all in at once. We
pulled up in front of the house, and they burst out of the side door. Hayley
ran up to the fence and climbed up on the lower rung.
"Look at all this! This is huge!"
Marianne half-ran, half-jumped around the side of the house to look at the barn.
"Where are the horses?"
"There aren't any here now," the realtor said. "The family has pretty much
moved everything out. But I think the barn has space for eight or ten of them."
Hayley ran up beside us, and the two girls ran across the yard to look into the
barn. The realtor turned to Elizabeth and me. He seemed to have assumed that
we were married, and, not wanting to have to explain things that were none of
his business, I hadn't tried to change his mind.
"Shall we go inside?"
It was everything I had fantasized about -- not the trendy "ranch-style"
furnishings that were in vogue these days but real antique furniture and decor,
and all of it very well-maintained despite its age. The front door led into a
broad two-story foyer with a staircase leading up to the second floor. To the
left was the huge main room with a vast stone fireplace and windows looking out
on the pasture. Three elk heads hung on the walls. To the other side was the
dining room with another fireplace and enough room to feed twenty people at
once.
The main room led into a library and study with floor to ceiling built- in
bookcases on every wall. To my surprise, quite a few books were still on the
shelves.
"Is the family going to move this stuff out?"
He shook his head.
"What you see is what you get. Apparently they don't want a lot of this. My
understanding is that they've already removed what they want. As you can
probably imagine, most of this furniture wouldn't really work anywhere else."
"It's beautiful," Elizabeth said.
He nodded in his solicitous realtor fashion.
"Isn't it?"
Beyond the library was a hallway leading to the rear wing, where we found three
large bedrooms with more of the same. In the back of the house, behind the
library and kitchen, was another sitting room with windows facing the barn and
the back porch, which led to a swimming pool, the guest house beyond that, and
looked out onto the trees and the ocean.
My one concern with this place was the kitchen, which I feared might be
something out of the 1940's, but my fears proved unfounded. It had been
remodeled within the last few years, and did not look to me to need any more
work. It already had enough modern equipment to feed an army and a nice little
breakfast nook that looked onto the meadow outside.
Hayley and Marianne came running across the backyard and burst into the rear den
a moment later. I could see bits of hay all over their clothes.
"You should see the barn," Marianne gushed, "it's so neat. It's got all this
old farm stuff all over the place."
"And it has a loft and like ten stalls for the horses," Hayley said. "We
climbed up there and looked out. You can see like forever."
Elizabeth and I exchanged a glance, which the realtor caught and probably
thought he understood.
The upstairs was just as nice, and the master suite was simply beyond
description. It had a large sitting area between the bed and the bathroom, and
its own wraparound deck above the rear porch. The view from the deck was worth
the purchase price alone. Marianne hugged me as she looked out across the
property.
"Is this it?"
"I think this is it."
We looked at the rest of the property (it did indeed have a pretty creek and
waterfall back in the trees, and we found yet another building--the caretaker's
cottage--around behind the barn), but we were more or less sold on it already.
The sun had begun to set by the time we were ready to leave, and we stood on the
rear porch watching it go down.
"Should I tell the owners you're prepared to make an offer?" the realtor asked.
I nodded.
"Yeah. Let's do it."
We went out to celebrate that night, and the girls chattered non-stop about all
the things they wanted to do. Hayley pestered Elizabeth about living with us
until I patted her arm to get her to calm down.
"Let's take one thing at a time."
"It's a beautiful place, honey," Elizabeth said, "but there's a lot I need to
think about."
I got Elizabeth alone after dinner after the girls decided they wanted to take
an evening swim in the hotel pool. We walked around the grounds looking down at
the lights of Santa Cruz.
"You don't have to decide about this tonight or even this month. But you really
are welcome to move in with us."
She sighed.
"I would like to. But I keep feeling like there may not be room for me in this
thing you have going on with Marianne and her friends."
"It's up to you. I'm fine either way. But you know the girls would like to
have you."
"It's just that I only know how to live with them as their mother. Not as part
of this household you're putting together."
"Marianne is really the one putting it together. Somehow I woke up one morning
to discover that half her friends were moving in with us."
She smiled and touched my arm. "I know. I'm not passing judgment on you. I
have a rather unconventional lifestyle myself right now."
We walked another minute in silence when I had an idea.
"You know... if you wanted... you could live in the guest house. Make it your
own place instead of having just a room in ours."
She stopped short, and I watched her jaw dropping slowly as she digested this
proposal. She didn't say anything for a few moments.
"I could do that."
"Would that be enough of a boundary?"
"Yes. But still very close to Marianne and Hayley."
"You're welcome to it. Even with Tiffany and Giselle living with us, we're
still going to have four spare bedrooms in the main house."
"I think... I think I would like to do that."
"Then it's done."
She smiled broadly.
"Thank you."
We unveiled the idea to Marianne and Hayley when we returned to the room,
provoking a lot of shrieking and excitement. I went over to the realtor's
office the next morning and filled out my formal offer for the property. He
called back that night with a counteroffer from the owner's agent, which I told
him I wanted to sleep on.
We said good bye to Elizabeth and went home that night, since the girls had
school the next morning. I called the realtor from work with another offer, and
he called back after lunch to tell me it had been accepted. He Fed Ex'd the
sales agreement to me the next morning, and we closed the deal at $4,250,000. I
liquidated the funds out of my investment account and sent it to the escrow
company. After capital gains taxes, moving costs, new furniture, and various
and sundry other minor expenses (not to mention the horses and a certain sports
car I was now thinking of buying), I would have just under eight million to
retire on, most of it in Cisco stock.
Enough to live a pretty good life.
And, just maybe, raise a family on.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
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Graduation arrived in June, and Elizabeth came down from Santa Cruz. With
Giselle now living in the guestroom, Elizabeth got a hotel room nearby. We had
closed escrow on the ranch a few weeks before, and she had already moved into
the guesthouse. She and I had been coordinating the cleaning and furnishings
with a decorator I had hired (and whom I had scouring flea markets and swap
meets all over Northern California to find antiques to match what was already in
the house).
The only significant change I was making was rewiring the phone lines with a
multi-terminal DSL connection and adding recessed wiring and speakers for a
house- wide stereo and entertainment system.
The school held graduation on the football field, and Elizabeth, Hayley, and I
took our seats in the bleachers with the other parents and family. The
graduates wore bright blue gowns, and when they filed in, the girls waved to us
on the way to their seats.
My eyes glazed over through most of the speeches, but we cheered wildly when
Marianne finally got her diploma. She waved at us again as Elizabeth shot off
about ten pictures in a row.
Finally it was over. Marianne ran excitedly around the field posing for
pictures with us, her friends, and other random students. I met Tiffany's
parents, who didn't seem particularly fazed about her moving in with us. I
expected she hadn't filled them in on a lot of the details. I watched for
Giselle's father but didn't see him.
We went out to lunch, and Marianne then went out for the afternoon with her
friends while the other three of us went home. Elizabeth and I spent a few
hours going over the details for the house while Hayley listened or watched
television.
"What are we going to do about the horses?" she asked around four- thirty.
"I don't know, Little Kit. I haven't had time to give it much thought. I'm
sure there are some ranches up there we can look at once we're there."
"Well, see, I was thinking. I heard about this service that rescues horses that
are going to be destroyed. You know, like old racehorses or ones that can't
work anymore. I thought that would be better than buying new ones. So those
horses could retire like you're doing instead of being killed. It's not like
we're going to do anything but ride them around, right?"
I exchanged a glance with Elizabeth, who was smiling.
"I think that's a great idea. Find out what you can, and I'll give them a
call."
Hayley hugged me quickly.
"Thanks."
With graduation and school behind us, we began the laborious process of moving
up to the ranch. Although there was no point in rearranging my office now,
Tiffany moved in anyway, sleeping on the couch for the few days it would take us
to pack up and leave. The girls had their rooms packed up fairly quickly, and
we spent the remaining time sifting through twenty years of bachelor junk and
deciding what to take and what to trash.
I threw out more than I might have expected, as I realized that I wanted to
replace a lot of it. Most of the china, glasses, and silverware, old mismatched
sets I had had for ten years or more, went to charity, as did most of the sheets
and towels. I finally threw out my old college beer bottle collection. The
neon Budweiser sign I had been saving for years stayed--I wanted to hang that in
the barn.
The further back we got, the more time we spent reviewing memorabilia from my
college days, laughing over pictures of me with long hair, wearing this Black
Sabbath T-shirt I had to be surgically removed from one summer, or posing with
my friends and a few bongs at some party.
"I can't wait for college," Giselle said wistfully at one point.
"Me too," Marianne said. "It's going to be so cool."
"It's not all parties," I said. "I did have to study and go to class now and
then."
They giggled, but I could tell they didn't believe me. They would learn soon
enough.
By the third day of packing, we were down to the odds and ends, most of which we
threw out. That afternoon, I finally called a halt to the operation.
"I think we're done here. What's left is trash. Go relax; we've got a big day
tomorrow."
The girls high-fived each other, and all of them, except Marianne, went out to
the pool. With shrieks and laughter, they all jumped in wearing their clothes.
I got a beer from the refrigerator and leaned against the counter to rest.
Marianne followed me in, hopping up onto the counter under the window.
"I can't believe this is really going to happen. Tomorrow night, we're going to
be sleeping at the ranch."
"Yep."
"Are you excited?"
"Definitely. I've waited a long time for this."
"You've earned it. Hayley and I are getting you a housewarming present, but
it's a surprise."
I chuckled.
"Thanks. I can't wait."
"I hope you like it. I think it's really cute."
"I'm sure I will."
I took a swig of beer.
"There's something I want to do today, and I'd like you to come along."
"What is it?"
"Another surprise. It's basically a present to myself."
"Ooo. Now?"
"I want to get cleaned up first. This isn't something I can do in this state."
"Okay. I'll jump in the shower really quick too."
We went upstairs, showered, and dressed. When I was done, I looked out the
window to see that Hayley, Tiffany, Ashley, and Giselle had stripped out of
their clothes and now cavorted nakedly around the backyard. I wavered for a
moment, thinking about going down to join them, but I knew I had to do this
today or wait at least another week.
Marianne emerged from the dressing area in a white cotton blouse, knotted at her
waist, and a denim skirt.
"Is this okay?"
"Wonderful."
We descended to the pool, where I explained that we were going out for a few
hours.
"You guys behave, okay?"
That remark engendered a lot of giggles and glances.
"Have fun, whatever it is you're doing," Giselle said.
Marianne followed me out to the garage, and we got into my Mercedes.
"Are you going to tell me what this is now?"
"I'm buying a new car to go with the new ranch."
Her face lit up.
"Oh, cool! What?"
"You'll see."
She giggled and bounced around in her seat as I drove down toward the beach.
When I pulled into my destination, a very upscale and exclusive European
dealership, she let out an excited squeal.
"I knew it! What are you going to get?"
"Something I've wanted since I was your age."
We pulled into a parking space, and Marianne hopped out of the car. This was
primarily a Jaguar dealership, but they also carried several other lines of
European sports cars. Marianne's eyes bulged as she looked around at the
Porsches, Ferraris, and (a few) Lamborghinis lining the lot, and to honest, my
heart was beating faster in my chest the longer we were there.
I was only interested in the Italians, and that was where we headed. A salesman
came out to speak to us a few minutes after we were there.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"I have an appointment. Steven Chandler."
"Certainly. Just a moment."
He went inside, and about a minute later, the salesman I had talked to a few
days before emerged from the showroom. Since this place sold cars costing
upwards of $250,000, they didn't like to deal with people right off the street,
and they were certainly not about to let someone test drive any these
frightfully expensive exotics without checking them out thoroughly beforehand.
The salesman shook my hand and smiled warmly, but professionally, at Marianne.
"Mr. Chandler, good afternoon. I'm Bill Jabobs. We spoke on the phone the
other day."
"This is Marianne."
"Nice to meet you," she said.
"And you. I believe you wanted to look at the 355 and the Diablo?"
"Right."
With Marianne following us, he took us to the Lamborghinis. They had only two,
and though they were extremely sexy cars, something about them just didn't grab
me.
After looking over the two cars for a few minutes, I glanced at Marianne. She
seemed excited, but not precisely thrilled.
"This is a little over the top, maybe," I said.
She nodded.
"It's not really you."
"Let's look at the others," I said to Jacobs.
He nodded and led us across the lot to a row of Ferraris. He gave us a little
spiel about the car, then let us climb inside one. Marianne got into the
passenger seat, so flushed with excitement that I thought she might burst.
I moved around to get comfortable, inhaling the scent of the leather. Oh, boy.
I was actually going to do this. I took the steering wheel in my hands and
gripped it tightly.
Jacobs handed me the keys.
"Start her up."
I did. A deep, throaty rumble ran through the car. I pressed on the gas a few
times, and the engine whined as it revved up.
"This is quite a car," he said.
I nodded. Marianne giggled, wanting to say something but unable to get anything
coherent out.
"Could we look at the others? I'm not sure about this color scheme." "Sure."
I shut off the engine, and we climbed out. They had five 355s on the lot, two
of them convertibles. One of the Spyders was cherry red, the other one
shameless, in-your-face, banana yellow. I stopped next to the yellow one, and
Marianne beamed.
"Kind of the same color as mine."
I nodded, swallowing hard. Jacobs went inside and returned with the keys.
Marianne took a few deep breaths once we were inside it.
"This is your car and your thing, but... it would be really, really neat if you
got a convertible."
Jacobs showed me how to put the top down, and I stretched out in the seat.
Goddamn it, but this was a great car.
"Can we take it for a spin?"
"Sure."
I started it up and backed carefully out of the space. Giving myself a *lot* of
spare room, I pulled out into traffic. The shifter took some getting used to,
since it was mounted in a very narrow gate, but I soon had the car up to speed.
Marianne put her arms above her head, letting her hair fly loose in the breeze.
"Woo!"
The Ferrari handled differently from anything I had ever driven before, seeming
to cling to the road and transmit every bump and seam in the pavement through
the steering wheel. The slightest pressure on the accelerator sent the engine
howling into the upper reaches of the tachometer.
"How is it?"
"Incredible."
She squealed, gripping my arm tightly.
"This is the hottest thing I have ever been in. You have to get this. Please."
"I think I'm going to."
She shook with excitement, laughing and squealing at the same time. The traffic
cleared up ahead of us, and I used the opening to swing around and return to the
dealership. By the time we got back, I was basically sold.
Jacobs was waiting patiently.
"How was it?"
"Great. I, uh... I think we're going to do it."
"Wonderful. Congratulations."
He shook my hand, and Marianne let out another squeal, hugging me tightly. We
went inside to close the deal. Though it took some time to work out the
details, particularly trading in my Mercedes, about ninety minutes later I
walked out as the proud owner of a new Ferrari 355 Spyder convertible.
We climbed back into the car, Marianne still giggling in excitement.
"I can't believe this," she gushed. "I cannot believe this. I've never even
sat in a Ferrari before, let alone known anyone who owned one."
"I can't believe it either."
"Do you... um... think I could ever drive it?"
I laughed giddily.
"I don't know. We'll see."
She leaned across the middle and hugged me again. I started the car and drove
off the lot.
I didn't want to go home right away. I took the car down to the Pacific Coast
Highway and opened up it, racing north out of town. Marianne beamed at me as we
drove along. The sun was starting set in front of us, and I thought that if
there was a better place to be at that moment, I didn't know where it was.
Owning a car like this should be enough. Driving it around with a girl like
Marianne in the passenger seat was just too much--"gilding the lily" was a
phrase that popped into my mind.
The engine was loud when we were up to highway speeds, but it was the sweetest
sound I had ever heard. Everyone we passed craned their heads around to get a
good look at the car, slowing down or speeding up to come along side. Marianne
laughed at this and stood up in her seat, grabbing the windshield to steady
herself. Her hair streamed out behind her.
"Be careful."
She laughed.
"I love you!"
"I love you, too."
I pulled her back into the car and pressed down on the gas. Good God-- this
thing had so much power to spare that it was almost obscene. I had never
experienced this much top-end acceleration. I downshifted, and the Ferrari
leapt forward like a gazelle, roaring past a hundred in about two seconds.
Thank God the road was straight, because I almost lost control of the car with
that little maneuver. I eased off the gas, shifting up, and I could hear the
engine popping as it slowed down.
Marianne laughed, looking behind us at the cars we had raced past.
"This thing is really fast."
"No kidding."
Not wanting to get a ticket or crack the thing up half an hour after buying it,
I dropped back to a more sedate speed. The sun was just about to hit the water
off to the west, and I realized we were passing through the state park north of
town. I swung off at the next exit.
"Where are we going?"
"I feel like parking and watching the sunset."
She smiled at me and rubbed my thigh. I drove into the park, and within a few
minutes I found a spot overlooking the beach. I could still feel the vibrations
of the engine running through me even after I parked and shut off the car.
Marianne reached over and took my hand.
"The next sunset we watch will be from the back porch."
"Yep."
"I keep thinking that something awful has to happen. It's not fair to be this
happy."
"You've gone through a lot. You deserve it."
She leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and
held her as we watched the sun sinking beneath the horizon.
"Babe?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you ever think about the future? Us, I mean."
"All the time."
She nuzzled me.
"What do you think?"
"I want you in my life. I don't want to lay a lot of expectations on you,
though. You're still young, and you have your whole life ahead of you."
"I was just thinking. I read something once about how guys who aren't married
at forty probably never will."
My stomach twitched.
"I want to get married someday," I said. "I do. I would have done it, I just
never met the right girl."
"You've dated a lot, though, right? So you pretty much know what you want now."
"She's sitting right beside me."
She made a contented little noise and pressed herself against me.
"But what if you had met me when you were eighteen? If you felt the same thing,
but you hadn't had all this experience. How would you know what you wanted to
do?"
She was talking about herself, obviously, but I went along with her scenario.
"It's a tough question. Perspective is worth a lot. I guess I'm a lot more
secure in how I feel for you because of it. But I would have loved you just as
much as eighteen. I'm just not sure what you would have thought of me."
She laughed softly.
"We would have hooked up somehow. I know that."
She sighed.
"One moment I'm sure I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Then I get
scared because I feel so young for such a commitment. And then I feel guilty
for thinking things like that when I love you so much."
I hugged her.
"It's normal. I'm not asking you for a life-long commitment tonight. We can do
that when, and only when, you feel ready for it."
She was quiet for a few moments.
"Thanks."
I squeezed her again.
"Anytime."
We drove home about ten minutes later, and Marianne ran in the house to tell the
other girls about the Ferrari. We found them largely dressed, whatever they had
been up to while we were gone, and they ran back out to the driveway, shrieking
and gasping over the car. I promised to take them all for rides when we got up
to Santa Cruz.
Since all the food was packed up or thrown out, we ordered a couple of pizzas
for dinner. Ashley spent the night with Giselle in her room, and Tiffany slept
on the couch. Marianne and I finally went to bed after eleven. When I climbed
under the sheets, I discovered that she was naked. She cuddled with me,
pressing her body against mine.
"I though you'd be tired," I said.
"I am. But it's our last night in this house."
We snuggled together, warm under the covers. We fondled each other for a few
minutes, just enjoying our mutual nudity. Marianne giggled when I reached
between her legs. She was already quite wet. I rolled her on her back, sliding
under the blanket. I took a breast in my mouth as my fingers played between her
thighs. Another squirt of moisture emerged onto my hand, and I began
masturbating her slowly. She moaned, then pushed my head off her breasts, down
her abdomen.
I resisted at first, kissing my way down, licking the kitten at her hip. She
pulled my head between her thighs and pushed her wet sex up at my mouth.
I sucked her clit between my lips, making her convulse, then slipped my tongue
into her. I tried to make love to her with it, pushing it in deeply and
wiggling it around, tasting her sweet fluids. Then I pulled it out, sliding it
up against her clit. I repeated the action, tongue deeply into her, then up
between her labia. She whimpered, clawing at my shoulders, as I fell into a
rhythm. Her hips rolled under me, moving with me, and her breathing was now
rough and ragged.
A few minutes of this were all it took before I felt the tremors beginning her
abdomen. Her stomach muscles twitched once, twice, then her hands clamped down
on mine. Her back arched, and a low feline whine escaped her lips as she
shuddered under my attentions. As it peaked, she pushed me away with a soft
cry. I kissed her sex one last time and slid up beside her.
She hugged me briefly before disappearing under the covers to return the favor.
I felt her bobbing slowly over me, working her lips against the head and her
tongue stud against the underside. One hand held the base of my cock, the other
gently pulled on my balls. She rolled her head around to increase the friction
as she bobbed over me, and I had to reach down to hold her head.
She would have taken me all the way had I wanted to, but I needed to be inside
her. I pulled her off, and she straddled me immediately, sitting back to
swallow me into her belly. She pulled her knees up to my side and lowered
herself down to kiss me, smiling.
"Hi."
"Hey, Kitten."
She squeezed me slowly, rhythmically, but didn't otherwise move.
"You meant what you said tonight?"
"All of it. But what do you mean?"
"That you do want to get married some day?"
"As long as it's to you. But remember what I said. No pressure. Nothing until
you're ready."
She looked down at me, eyes as full of love as they could ever be.
"If I could... I would stay like this forever. This is all I ever need. You
and me, together."
"Me too, Kitten."
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
We made love slowly for another hour, then slept.
The moving truck arrived at seven a.m., and I did my best to direct traffic.
Marianne went down the hill to Starbucks to get some coffee for everyone, and
the other girls did what they could to help.
We were about halfway done, and I was in the kitchen checking the cabinets for
anything we missed when I heard Hayley shouting from the front of the house.
"What?! No! Let go of me!"
I dropped what I was doing and ran out to see what was going on. The reality of
it was clear immediately-- there was really no arguing with the image that was
burning into the back of my brain--but it took a few moments for it to really
register.
An unpleasant-looking woman I didn't recognize was standing in the foyer trying
to take Hayley's arm. Hayley was having none of it, trying to back away.
Standing with the woman were a pair of police officers. Marianne was trying to
get to Hayley, but the woman was holding her off.
The woman saw me and pointed.
"That's him."
The two officers approached me.
"Are you Steven Chandler?" one of them asked.
"Yes. What is this about?"
"I have a warrant for your arrest. Violation of Penal Code section 261.5."
"What the hell is that?"
"Unlawful sexual contact with a minor. Statutory rape, in other words."
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
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The officers handcuffed me and took me out to their cruiser as Hayley and
Marianne went into hysterics. I was in shock until I looked back toward the
house and saw the officers and the woman physically dragging Hayley, gone
completely berserk, out the front door.
I had never been a particularly emotional person--I was never the sort of guy
who wore his heart on his sleeve. All my life, I tended bottle up my emotions,
only letting them out with people I really trusted.
Marianne was one of them. Hayley was another. And when I saw the two officers
struggling with her and finally shoving her down onto the front lawn to handcuff
her, I lost it. Some primal protective impulse, something rising out of the
brain stem, took control of my body. I thrashed around in my seat. I rolled on
my back and kicked at the side window. I screamed at them--I didn't even know
what I was saying, if I was even doing anything other than howl in powerless
outrage.
Outside the car, Marianne had jumped on one officer's back, trying to get him
off Hayley. He reared back, throwing her onto the ground. The other officer
had succeeded in handcuffing Hayley, and he dragged her to her feet and over to
the woman's car. She looked toward me in desperation, eyes pleading for help,
and had I been physically able to burst out of the squad car after her, I would
have.
The other officer was threatening Marianne, who lay on the ground holding her
arm in pain. He shook his finger at her angrily, and only now did he notice
what was going on in their cruiser.
He stalked up to the window I was still kicking at.
"Knock that shit off, goddamnit!"
I heard sirens approaching, and another squad car came screeching up to the
house a minute later. Marianne was still lying on the lawn crying, and Giselle
and Tiffany had come out of the house to help her. The two officers stood
warily in the driveway watching them as two more burst out of the backup unit
that had just arrived.
By now, the neighbors had emerged from their houses to watch. The woman,
whoever she was, stood by her car, and I stared at her murderously. She met my
gaze only once, giving me a look of disdain before turning away. The situation
had calmed down now with both Hayley and me locked up, and the four officers
milled around discussing what to do. I waited for them to arrest Marianne for
attacking one of them, but they seemed content with a stern lecture. Finally
they began packing up to leave.
Marianne struggled to her feet and came up to the police car, still crying, and
pressed her face against the window.
"Call your mother!" I yelled. "Call your mother, okay?"
She continued sobbing against the window, incoherent with grief, until we pulled
away from the house.
They took me downtown, booked me, then let me call Brian. They stuck me in a
holding cell, where I sat for several hours with some other unsavory characters.
Just after three o'clock, the deputies abruptly let me out of the cell, telling
me that I was being released. I found Brian waiting for me when they returned
my possessions.
"Man, I tell you, I've seen some lame cases in my day, but this one takes the
cake."
"What did you find out? What's going on?"
"You've been released, for now. The D.A. is still trying to decide whether to
file charges."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. But let me ask you something. Do you know a kid named Randy
Donahue?"
I groaned.
"Oh, shit. Yes. He's Marianne's ex-boyfriend."
"Well, he is alleging that you confessed to having sex with Hayley, to him."
"What?!"
"That's what the ADA I talked to said. Apparently he went to the Family and
Child Services office downtown and reported it earlier this week. They assigned
that uptight bitch who grabbed Hayley--I talked to her too, and Jesus, I feel
sorry for that woman's husband, if she's got one--and she sent the SWAT team
over to your house."
I followed Brian to his car as he explained all this.
"Do you know what they did with Hayley?"
"No. They won't tell me. DFCS has her, and I don't know what they're going to
do with her. I called your house and talked to Marianne, who is still a mess.
She said their mother is on her way down, but I get the distinct impression that
DFCS isn't going to just release Hayley to her."
"What do you mean?"
"That woman seems to have a major bug up her butt about your living
arrangements. All she told me was that she wanted talk to Mrs. Mulcahey."
I got into his car, and we drove back toward my house.
"What's going to happen now?"
"I'm not sure. Normally, the ADA would have gone to the grand jury to get an
indictment by now. She's apparently still weighing her options, which is why
they let you go. They have to charge you within 48 hours or turn you loose, and
I guess she needs more time than that. But this is going to be ugly however it
comes out."
I sighed.
"It's ugly already."
When we pulled up, Marianne came running out of the house and jumped into my
arms, sobbing. I held her tightly, trying not to think too hard about
everything crashing down around our heads.
The move, obviously, was suspended, although the movers finished loading their
truck and left. It was that or have them unload everything, and I saw no point
in that. I was probably in denial, but I couldn't bring myself to make that
decision. Marianne, Giselle, and I went to a hotel, and Tiffany went home.
Elizabeth arrived at seven, and despite an hour on the phone, was unable to get
a straight answer out of anyone about where Hayley was. The woman on the case
refused to tell Elizabeth anything until she talked to her the next day.
Elizabeth and Marianne then cried in each others' arms for twenty minutes.
I half expected Elizabeth to blame me for this (and it was my fault, right?) but
instead she seemed to be blaming herself. She went with Brian the next morning
to talk to the woman at DFCS, and they returned two hours later without Hayley.
Elizabeth went to her room to cry without saying a word, and I sat down with
Brian.
He shook his head slowly.
"When this all over, I'm going to buy that woman a new broom, because she's
wearing out the one she's got very fast."
"What happened?"
"They won't tell us a thing about Hayley except that she's being held somewhere
in protective custody. Can you believe that shit? Protective custody from her
own damn mother."
"They think she's in on this."
"Essentially. They don't like the fact that she was letting Hayley and Marianne
live with you."
"What do they know?"
"They know shit. All they've got is that kid, but unfortunately, that's enough
to grab Hayley temporarily. My guess is that they may hold on to her until the
trial."
"Can they do that?" Marianne asked.
"Yes. They can. Once they get an indictment, they have good cause to keep her
away from the rest of you. They'll have to let me interview her before the
trial, but they don't have to let anyone else see her unless they feel like it."
I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. Hayley was being punished the worst here,
and she was supposedly the victim.
"So what do we do?"
"We wait. I need to talk to the ADA. Assuming they file charges, I suspect
they'll be amenable to some kind of deal, if that's what you're willing to do."
Marianne jumped in before I could respond.
"No! No deals! Steve didn't do anything wrong. Randy is just doing this to get
back at him, and me, for dumping him."
Brian looked at me, and I nodded slowly. He sighed.
"Okay. No deals. But you realize that if you get convicted, you are looking at
some serious jail time here? Because of the large age difference."
"Yes. I know."
Brian went back to his office, and the four of us sat numbly around our rooms.
Nobody seemed inclined to talk about what had happened.
Brian called me the next morning to tell me he had met with the ADA on the case.
She was apparently a woman he had faced before.
"She's a pro," he said, "but that's good. She'll play it straight, which some
other ADA's I've worked with might not have. We could have done a lot worse."
Nothing much happened for several days, during which I had to have the movers
put my stuff in storage, since none of us could go up to Santa Cruz to let them
into the new house. Four days after my arrest, Brian called the hotel and asked
us to come down to his office for a meeting. Marianne, Elizabeth, and I showed
up at one, and he showed us into his conference room.
"Okay. We have had a very odd development here. You recall what I said about
the ADA going to the grand jury to get an indictment?"
"Yes."
"Well, she's not going to do that. She has, instead, asked for a preliminary
hearing."
"What's the difference?" Elizabeth asked.
"A lot." He looked down at his legal pad and tapped his pencil a few times. "To
back up a little, in any criminal case, the ADA has to get a ruling that there
is probable cause for a trial before they can go any further. That's
essentially what an indictment is, and there are two ways of getting it. The
first, and most common, is going to the grand jury, where the ADA can put
together whatever case she likes, present whatever evidence she wants, without
our participation. We have no right to be present or to introduce evidence, and
though you are not required to testify, if you chose to do so, you have no right
to have an attorney present."
"That's so unfair," Marianne said.
Brian nodded, grinning.
"Speaking as a defense attorney, I'll agree with you. But that is how it's been
for several hundred years. The idea is that since your guilt is not in
question, only the issue of probable cause, you don't need as many protections."
"But she's not doing that?" I asked.
"No. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, she would, but this time she's not.
It's two ways of skinning the same cat, but a preliminary hearing is a
completely different animal. It's conducted more like a mini- trial. The rules
of evidence and procedure are still significantly relaxed, but we will get to
cross-examine her witnesses and present our own exculpatory evidence, and the
ruling will be made by a judge instead of a bunch of naive housewives and
retirees who'll believe anything the ADA tells them. It's a much fairer
proceeding, which is why ADA's hate them. Since California brought the grand
jury back a few years ago, the preliminary hearing has almost become extinct."
"So why is she doing it?"
He paused again.
"This is only speculation, mind you, but I get the distinct impression that she
is not wild about this case. We may be dealing with a matter of internal county
politics. You have to understand that the DA's office and the DFCS usually work
very closely together, not just on molestation cases but custody issues, child
support, and a whole raft of other things. We've come a long way from the
witch-hunt mentality of the 80's and early 90's, but that much hasn't changed.
The ADA is not going to piss them off if she can avoid it. So rather than just
declining to prosecute a lame case, which this is, she'll do the hearing. That
way, if the judge says no deal, she can blame him instead of taking any
responsibility for dropping the case."
My head began to buzz. I answered him more intensely than I meant to.
"So you think this is all just a sham?"
He shook his head.
"No. That is not what I'm saying. She will do her job and do her best to get
an indictment, and if she gets it, she will put you on trial. I am just saying
that I sense she won't be too heartbroken if she loses."
"What makes you think she doesn't like the case?" Marianne asked.
"Statutory rape tends to be very simple, because there is usually one issue and
one issue only. Did Steve have sex with a minor? Everything else, consent,
intent, who thought what about whom, all of that is irrelevant. That Hayley is
under 18 isn't in dispute, so all the ADA has to do is prove he slept with her.
Right now, all she has is Randy. Because I know, and I will bet you any amount
of money, that Hayley is not cooperating.
"The ADA has to have talked to her by now, and it's obvious as hell that Hayley
won't tell them what they want to hear. If she had, we would not be sitting
here. That would be the whole case, and the ADA would have already gone to the
grand jury. The fact that we are doing this hearing tells me that she hasn't
got much else to go on. That, and the fact that they won't let us at her."
I realized what he was saying.
"They're leaning on her to get her to cooperate," I said angrily. "She's the
*victim,* and they're leaning on *her* to confess."
He nodded slowly.
"It's been known to happen. Oh, I'm sure they've rationalized it by telling
themselves that she's in denial and that they're trying to help her escape from
the spell you have her under, but my distinct feeling is that they are doing
just that."
Elizabeth let out a sob and began crying into her hands.
"Oh, my God! My baby!"
Marianne tried to comfort her, and Elizabeth leaned over to cry on her shoulder.
I had to take a few moments to collect myself.
"So what do we do now?"
"I'm going to get to work on preparing for the hearing. You won't have to
testify, and I strongly advise you not to even consider it, but Marianne and
Elizabeth will almost certainly be subpoenaed. Probably Tiffany and Giselle
also. They'll put Randy on the stand and Hayley too, though my guess is that
they'll save her for last. Partly because she's the main witness, but also
because it will give them the maximum amount of time to get her to crack."
"Jesus."
He nodded.
"This ground zero of our justice system, Steve. No one ever said it was
pretty."
The hearing took place a few days later. Brian had prepped us all thoroughly,
and I had talked with the girls myself in private. I pointed out that Brian
thought only that I was sleeping with Marianne and knew nothing about anything
else that had gone on. Since all of them would have to commit perjury to get us
out of this, that fact could not change. If Brian knew the whole truth, he
would have no choice but to withdraw from the case, since he could not ethically
allow the girls to get up on the stand and perjure themselves.
I dressed in my best suit, having to dig it out of storage, and I went with
Brian into the courthouse and up to the courtroom. The others would have to
wait in the hallway to be called as witnesses.
The ADA was a pretty blonde woman of about thirty-five. Her shoulder length
hair was pinned back with a silver clip, and she wore a trim navy suit. Beside
her, at the prosecutor's table, was the woman from DFCS. We exchanged steely
glares when I entered the room and thereafter ignored each other.
The ADA got up first and gave a short opening statement about what she intended
to do and what evidence she had. Brian followed by pointing out that the whole
case rested on hearsay testimony from someone with an axe to grind.
A few days before, I had had what I thought was a revelation about Randy's
testimony, namely that, as Brian was now explaining, everything he said was
hearsay. Brian calmly informed me that that didn't much help us, for a couple
of reasons. First, hearsay was admissible in a preliminary hearing, and second,
even if it weren't, his testimony fit into an exception known as admissions
against interest -- the idea being that I wouldn't have made such a statement to
Randy were it not the truth. I tried to point out that that said nothing about
whether Randy was making the whole thing up, but Brian explained that the
question of Randy's veracity was an issue for the jury, not the judge. After
that, I just gave up and let him do his job.
As Brian had predicted, Randy was the first witness. He gave me a barely
concealed glance of triumph when he took the stand.
The ADA began with a few foundational issues, then turned to the case.
"How do you know Mr. Chandler?"
"He's dating my ex-girlfriend."
"Who is your ex-girlfriend?"
"Marianne Mulcahey. Hayley's sister."
"When did you first meet Mr. Chandler?"
"I don't recall the exact date. It was some time last September."
"And what was the occasion?"
"I was angry about Marianne dumping me. I went over to tell him to stay away
from her."
Brian glanced at me, and I nodded. He had told me that the ADA would almost
certainly explore Randy's motivations before we could do it, as a means of
defusing any impeachment of his testimony.
"You were angry with Mr. Chandler?"
"Yes."
"Did you go his house again?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"About a month or two later."
"And what was the occasion?"
"Pretty much the same thing. I was upset at losing Marianne. I went there to
yell at him."
"Was there another time you went to Mr. Chandler's house?"
"Yes. Back in March."
The hairs on my neck rose. Randy had not been back to my house since that
drunken incident last fall. I took Brian's pen and wrote "B.S." on his legal
pad.
"Why were you there?"
"I had heard some things about what was going on. That Marianne and Hayley had
moved in with them. I was worried about them."
The ADA's face tightened slightly, and I could tell she didn't quite believe
that. But she went on. I noticed that Randy was now carefully avoiding my
gaze.
"What occurred when you arrived at the house?"
"Mr. Chandler answered the door."
"Was anyone else there?"
"Yes. I saw Hayley standing behind him."
"Did you see anything unusual about her?"
"Yes. She appeared to be wearing nothing but her panties and a short T- shirt.
Like she had just gotten out of bed."
Brian jerked back in his seat.
"Objection. The witness has no personal knowledge of that fact. That is pure
speculation."
"We're in a preliminary hearing here, your Honor," the ADA said.
The judge nodded to Brian.
"The point is made, counsel. Proceed."
She turned back to Randy.
"Did Mr. Chandler say anything to you?"
"Yes. I told him what I thought of him, that he was just using the girls, and
he laughed at me. He said 'Yeah, I use them every damn night.'"
"Those were his exact words?"
"Yes."
"And what did you take that to mean?"
"That he was having sex with both Marianne and Hayley."
"Did Hayley have any reaction to that statement?"
"No. She didn't act like it was anything unusual."
Brian spoke up again.
"Objection. We're back into the speculation again, your Honor."
The ADA just turned back to Randy.
"How did she react, if at all? Specifically."
"She didn't react. She just stood there smiling at me like she--" He stopped,
glancing at Brian. "She seemed to think it was all funny."
The ADA stepped back.
"I have nothing further."
She sat down, and Brian got to his feet.
"Randy, you don't like Mr. Chandler, do you?"
"No."
"You're mad at him because he took Marianne away from you, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"You would like to see him in jail, wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
"You were intoxicated on at least one of these occasions when you showed up at
Mr. Chandler's house, weren't you?"
He glanced at the ADA, whose face darkened. She apparently wasn't aware of that
fact. Randy gulped.
"Yes I was."
"And you aren't old enough to drink, are you?"
"Um. No."
Brian paused and glanced down at his legal pad.
"I want to talk about the alleged conversation you had with Mr. Chandler in
March. Do you recall the date on which it occurred?"
"Yes. It was March 28th."
Several sets of eyebrows went up around the courtroom.
"You recall that specifically?"
"Yes. Because it was right before I went on vacation."
"What time of day was it?"
"Nighttime. Maybe eight o'clock."
Brian glanced at me, then the ADA, then back at his pad. He sat down.
"That's all I have."
The ADA stood up again.
"Randy, were you intoxicated when you visited Mr. Chandler's house on March
28?"
"No, I wasn't."
She gave us a triumphant glance and sat down. I looked at Brian, who rolled his
eyes in defeat. So much for that point.
The next witness was the woman from DFCS. She gave me a steely, disdainful
glare when she climbed into the witness seat. The ADA spent a few minutes going
over who she was and what she did before getting to the main issues.
"Can you describe your first meeting with Randy Donahue?"
"He showed up on the afternoon of June 12th, telling the receptionist that he
had to speak with a social worker about something important. They sent him into
my office."
"How would you describe his manner?"
"He was nervous. This clearly something that had been eating at him for a long
time."
I gritted my teeth. No shit, I wanted to say.
"And what did Randy tell you?"
"He told me about Mr. Chandler, and that his ex- girlfriend and her sister were
living with him. He said that Mr. Chandler had confessed to having sex with
both of them."
"And what did you do in response to this?"
"I explored the issue with him for about an hour. However disgusting I found
Mr. Chandler's relationship with Marianne, I told him we could not do anything
about that, but that any contact between Mr. Chandler and Hayley was illegal.
The more he told me, the angrier I got, especially when he explained about their
mother having left the girls with Mr. Chandler. I realized this was a
situation we had to act on immediately, for Hayley's sake."
"And what action did you take?"
"I contacted the Sheriff's Department and discussed the case with them. We went
out there the next day. They arrested Mr. Chandler, and I removed Hayley from
the household."
"You've had an opportunity to examine Hayley, have you not?"
"Yes. She's clearly traumatized by her experience with Mr. Chandler. It's
going to take a very long time for her to recover from this."
"What do you base this opinion on?"
"She's still in denial about what she experienced. She's been very hostile and
uncooperative."
"Is such behavior unusual?"
"Not at all. Quite often in such situations, especially when the victim has
been living with her abuser, she will initially deny everything in an attempt to
protect him."
"But you are confident that Mr. Chandler was having sexual intercourse with
Hayley?"
"There is no doubt in my mind about that fact."
The ADA smiled at us.
"I have nothing else."
Brian stood up as she sat down.
"Ms. Marcus, you were not entirely accurate when you described your 'removal'
of Hayley from Mr. Chandler's presence, were you?"
She sniffed.
"I don't know what you mean."
"In fact, she was so uncooperative that the police had to throw her down on the
ground and handcuff her, didn't they?"
"As I said, she is very traumatized by Mr. Chandler's treatment of her. Such
behavior is not uncommon. He has such a hold over her that I was not surprised
by what happened."
"But that is indeed what occurred?"
"Yes."
"She even spat in your face during this incident, didn't she?"
The woman squirmed slightly.
"Yes."
"Is it in fact possible that Hayley has not been abused, and that she was just
trying to defend herself from being dragged away from her family and friends?"
"Not from my assessment of this case."
"But it's possible?"
"I suppose anything is possible. But it's extremely unlikely."
"Hayley has denied having any sexual contact with Mr. Chandler, hasn't she?"
"As I said, she's in denial. That will change."
"You're certain of that?"
"Yes."
"Based on what?"
"My experience in previous cases."
Brian fidgeted with his legal pad, then sat down.
The ADA then called Marianne. She stepped into the courtroom, and per Brian's
instructions, avoided greeting me or looking at me too hard. She wore a demure
white dress and little or no makeup.
"How do you know Mr. Chandler?"
"We've been dating for about a year. I'm living with him now."
"Have you had sexual intercourse with him?"
She quivered for a moment.
"Yes."
"How many times?"
She looked up at the judge.
"Do I have to answer that?"
The judge nodded.
"Um. I don't know. I haven't been counting."
"More than 10 times?"
"Yes."
"More than 20?"
"Your Honor, I have trouble seeing the relevance of this," Brian said.
"So do I," he responded. "Let's move along, Ms. Haywood."
"When was the first time?"
"October 22."
"Last year? You remember the date?"
"Yes. Because it was three days after my eighteenth birthday."
Out of the corner of my eye, I looked over at Brian very carefully. He had gone
stock still, and I knew why. Marianne had just perjured herself, and he knew
it.
Haywood fidgeted with her legal pad for a few seconds.
"Do you recall when Mr. Chandler first met your sister Hayley?"
"Yes. I brought her over one afternoon to use the pool."
"You brought her over frequently after that?"
"Yes."
"How many times?"
"A few times a week maybe."
"Did the three of you ever go out together in the evenings?"
"Yes."
"On dates?"
"For dinner. I don't know if you could call it dates."
She flipped through her pad for a second.
"Mr. Chandler bought your sister a new car, did he not?"
"Yes."
"He bought you one as well, didn't he?"
"For our birthdays."
"Just out of friendship?"
Marianne gulped, glancing at me.
"More than that."
"Your sister is in love with Mr. Chandler, isn't she?"
Brian spoke up.
"Your Honor, that's pretty darned ambiguous. There are a lot of different types
of love."
"I'm going to explore this fully," Haywood said.
"Proceed, then," the judge said.
She looked back to Marianne, who inhaled slowly.
"Yes she is."
"And, just to be clear, we're talking about romantic love, aren't we?"
"She loves him in a lot of ways. He's done a lot for us."
"And to you, yes?"
Brian jumped out of his chair.
"Your *Honor*."
The judge glared down at the ADA.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, Ms. Haywood."
She didn't appear fazed, and continued.
"Hayley began living with you at some point, didn't she?"
"Yes. When our mother moved away. But she had her own room. It wasn't like
you're implying."
"But would you say that her feelings for him deepened once she was living with
him?"
Marianne took a slow breath.
"Yes."
"Did you ever hear her say, 'I love you' to Mr. Chandler?"
Marianne gulped.
"Yes."
"On more than one occasion?"
"Yes."
Haywood looked at my table triumphantly.
"I have nothing further."
Brian stood up.
"I really have only one question, Marianne. To your knowledge, did Mr.
Chandler ever have sexual intercourse with your sister Hayley?"
"No, he did not."
Brian sat down, and Haywood stood back up.
"Were there ever occasions when Hayley and Mr. Chandler were alone together?"
Marianne glanced at me, worry etched all over her face. But she couldn't deny a
question like that without destroying her credibility, not since Haywood had
established that Hayley was living with us.
"Yes."
"So they could have had sex without your knowledge?"
I watched her eyes filling with tears, and I nodded. Haywood had boxed her in
very neatly.
"Yes," she said very quietly.
"That's all I have."
Marianne left the courtroom crying quietly, and I looked over at Brian. He
simply scratched methodically at his legal pad with his chin in his hand.
This was not going well.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
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When Marianne was gone, Haywood called Giselle to the stand.
"How do you know Hayley?"
"I'm friends with her sister. She was also on the J.V. cheerleading squad last
year."
"And you were on the varsity?"
"Yes."
"How did you meet Mr. Chandler?"
"I came over to his house one night with Marianne."
"Were there ever occasions when you were at his house that Hayley was also
present?"
"Yes."
"How would you characterize their relationship?"
"They're very close, especially since her father went to jail. She had a crush
on him at first. I think she really loves him now. But it looks more to me
like she's adopted him as a surrogate father."
Haywood didn't seem to like that response, so she moved on to something else.
"Mr. Chandler has a thing for young girls, doesn't he?"
Brian spoke up instantly.
"Your Honor, can we dispense with the innuendo here and stick to the facts?"
"I'm going to establish this," Haywood said.
"Do so," the judge said.
She turned back to Giselle, who fidgeted for a moment.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Are you aware that he is having sex with Marianne?"
"Yes."
"You are living with him right now, aren't you?"
"I was renting a room from him."
"For how much?"
"Twenty-five a week. It's all I can afford."
"What prompted you to move in with him?"
"I got into a fight with my folks. I wanted out. Marianne and Steve had an
extra room, and she offered to let me stay there."
Haywood paused a moment or two to collect her thoughts.
"On more than one occasion, Mr. Chandler has hosted parties for your
cheerleading squad, hasn't he?"
Giselle squirmed for a moment.
"Yes."
"Did anything sexual ever occur at these parties?"
Giselle gasped slightly, and her breathing accelerated. Haywood sensed it
instantly, and closed in for the kill.
"Giselle, I'll remind you that you are under oath here."
"Okay," Giselle squeaked.
"Did anything sexual ever occur at these parties?"
Giselle looked at me in terror, and I nodded. I couldn't stand to see her
trapped like this.
"Yes."
"Such as?"
Giselle gasped for breath a few times.
"Um."
"Go on."
"I -- a couple of times -- I had sex with Marianne. And with two other girls on
the squad."
Haywood's eyes widened.
"You had sex with *Marianne*?"
"Yes."
"In front of Mr. Chandler?"
"Yes."
She glanced at me in shock, then looked back at Giselle. But that brief break
gave Giselle just enough time to regain her wits.
"Did you ever have sex with Mr. Chandler?"
"No."
"Did he have sex with any of the other girls?"
"No."
"He just had you put on a show for him?"
"It wasn't that cheap. We all liked him."
The ADA laughed weakly.
"Apparently so."
She paused for a second or two, looking at her pad.
"Was Hayley ever present at these parties?"
"No."
"Never?"
"Never."
Haywood fumed for a second, seeming to sense that she had somehow missed an
opportunity here.
"I think that's all I have."
Brian stood up.
"To your knowledge, did Mr. Chandler ever have sex with Hayley?"
"No, he did not."
Giselle stepped down, and Haywood called Tiffany to the stand. She gave her
foundation only the bare minimum before pouncing on Giselle's accidental
confession. "Have you ever had sex with Marianne Mulcahey?"
Tiffany gasped, and her eyes swelled in shock.
"Uh." She glanced at us, thrown completely off-balance. "How--"
"Just answer the question. And remember that you are under oath here."
Tiffany gulped.
"Yes."
"In front of Mr. Chandler?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever had sex with Mr. Chandler?"
Still too flustered to think straight, she answered.
"Yes."
"On what occasions?"
"I don't remember."
Haywood's eyebrows went up.
"You don't remember?"
"I mean, I don't--there were a lot--"
"There were a lot of occasions?"
Trapped now, Tiffany could only blather forth what she knew. My teeth went on
edge, seeing the entire case collapsing.
"Uh. Yeah." "When was the first time?"
"Uh. Last year."
"Was Marianne aware of this?"
"Yes. It was her idea."
Haywood again glanced at me in disbelief.
"It was *her* idea for you to have sex with her boyfriend?"
"Yeah, I mean, we've kind of got this thing were she tells me what to do, and I
do it."
"And she tells you to have sex with Mr. Chandler?"
I put my face in my hands, unable to watch any more of this.
"Yes."
Haywood had to pause a moment to compose herself.
"Have you ever had sex with Hayley Mulcahey?"
Everything in the world seemed to pause on a precipice. If Tiffany answered
this truthfully, the rest of it would probably come spilling out as well. But
the mention of Hayley's name seemed to strike something inside of Tiffany, and
she regained a modicum of poise.
"No."
"No?"
"No."
Haywood clearly didn't know whether to believe this.
"Was Hayley ever present when you had sex with Marianne?"
"No."
Haywood's hands clenched, then relaxed. She took a deep breath.
"Tiffany, how old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"When was your eighteenth birthday?"
"Last December."
"Was this before or after--"
"Before. Before I had sex with Steve."
Haywood paused again, frustrated. She rubbed her forehead for a moment.
"How would you characterize Mr. Chandler's relationship with Hayley?"
"They're really close. He's kind of become her father since her dad got busted.
But that's all it is, as far as I know."
Haywood exhaled slowly. She stared at her legal pad for a few moments.
"I have nothing else."
Brian remained seated.
"I don't have anything."
"Is this a good time to break for lunch?" the judge asked.
Haywood nodded.
"I have only one more witness, but her testimony will take a while."
The judge nodded. No need to ask who it was.
"We're adjoined until one-fifteen."
Brian and I walked slowly out of the courtroom. Marianne and the others were
waiting. She hugged me tightly, trying not to cry. Giselle looked like she
wanted to melt into the floor rather than face me, and Tiffany didn't look much
happier. Elizabeth stood at the back of the group next to Ashley, a haggard
expression on her face. The seven of us went downstairs to the cafeteria.
When we were in the elevator, I glanced at Brian, who did not look pleased.
"You might have mentioned some of this to me," he said coldly.
"I didn't think it was relevant. Hayley wasn't involved."
"It does not fucking help us." He fumed for a second or two. "Is there anything
else I should know about?"
"Not that I can think of."
He didn't appear to believe me, but then, I was lying anyway.
We ate lunch in silence while Brian planned for that afternoon. I tried to
think back over that morning for any straws to grasp at. Randy was lying, but
that hardly seemed to matter anymore. And we couldn't prove it. Could we?
Something clicked in my head, something he had said. I didn't know what to do
with it, though, or even if it meant anything. I couldn't remember the details
I needed. So much of it seemed to be just my word against his, and I could not
testify under these circumstances now, not with what had come out that morning.
Haywood would eviscerate me.
What I needed was just one hard piece of physical evidence that would establish
Randy's prevarication. And a moment later, I had an idea.
I cornered Marianne outside cafeteria and explained what wanted to do.
"Do you think it will help?"
"I don't know. I have to look at it to see. But I need you to go home and get
it, pronto."
She nodded.
"Okay. I'll get back as soon as I can."
I gave her the keys to my Jeep, and she ran for the parking lot.
The rest of us went back up to the courtroom and reassembled. The bailiff let
us back in at one-fifteen, and the judge returned a few minutes later. Haywood
stood to resume her case.
"The People call Hayley Mulcahey."
I hadn't seen her in the hallway, and I wondered where they were keeping her. A
second later, I had my answer. She came in from the side door, the one they
used for incarcerated defendants, with the woman from DFCS at her side.
I almost didn't recognize her.
Hayley, despite being sixteen, often acted younger, frequently playing the
younger sister act to the hilt and not trying to be particularly mature. When
she was happy, it came out as playfulness; when she was upset, it came out as
pique.
Neither was in evidence today. She looked -- I struggled for the right
description -- hardened. That was a good word, but it didn't encapsulate the
entire change in her. She had been hurt, deeply. The innocence was gone. The
bright mirth I always saw in her eyes had been replaced by a cold fury. She
looked a lot older than sixteen.
I wanted to leap out of my chair and strangle the woman beside her.
Hayley took the stand, and to my surprise, she didn't look at me. As I watched
her glaring at Haywood, daring her to say something, I realized why. The other
girls had often looked at me for moral support. Hayley didn't appear to need
any. She was here to do battle, on her own terms, but I couldn't help but
tremble at the sight of this. What chance did she stand against an experienced
prosecutor?
Haywood stood beside her.
"Please state your full name for the record."
"Hayley Ruth Mulcahey."
"What is your birthdate?"
"March 3rd, 1983."
She spoke with a cold, methodical precision that sent chills down my spine.
"So you're sixteen?"
"Yes."
"Are you acquainted with Steven Chandler?"
"Yes."
"When did you first meet him?"
"It was last fall. I don't recall the date."
"What was the occasion?"
"Marianne brought me over to his house. We went swimming in Steve's pool."
"Did you visit his house on other occasions?"
"Yes, I did."
"Were you aware at the time that Marianne was having sex with Steve?"
"Yes. They started sleeping together after she turned eighteen."
Haywood's jaw tightened. Miss number one.
"And how did you become aware of this?"
"Marianne told me."
"The two of you discussed her sex life?"
"Yes. Quite often."
Every answer was quick, sharp, and without hesitation. I looked at Brian, who
was watching this intently.
"Did she ever discuss with you that she was having sex with her friends on the
cheerleading squad?"
"Yes."
"You were aware that Marianne was having lesbian sex with these other girls,
Tiffany, Giselle, and Ashley?"
"Yes."
Haywood paused, smiling.
"Did she ever tell you that Steve had had sex with Tiffany?"
"Yes. We talked about everything they were doing."
I shivered in my seat and looked at Brian. He just shook his head slowly and
picked up his pen. "This is going nowhere," he wrote. "She hasn't laid a glove
on her yet."
"So you were aware of these orgies that were going on at Steve's house, even
after you moved in?"
Brian sat up.
"Objection. That's a compound question."
The judge nodded at the ADA.
"Break it up, Ms. Haywood."
Haywood paused a moment, then turned back to Hayley.
"You were aware of these orgies?"
"Yes."
"After you moved in?"
Hayley glared up at her.
"Nothing happened after I moved in."
"Nothing happened? They came to a halt after that?"
"Nothing happened while I was in the house. If it happened when I was out, I
don't know."
Haywood turned away from her, staring at her legal pad, then spun around.
"Hayley, are you in love with Steve?"
She answered immediately.
"Yes, I am."
Haywood smiled.
"What are we talking about here? Puppy love, friend love, I'd-like-to- marry-
you-love?
"I love him in a lot of ways. I had a big crush on him in the beginning. He
wasn't like other grown-ups I knew. He treated me like a person. He talked to
me like he thought I had a brain. He didn't patronize me. I know he cares
about me, and believe me that's something considering the life I've had to live.
My own father cares a lot less about me than Steve does.
"When my father went to jail, Steve was the only one who was really there to
support me. He was there, every day, when I needed a shoulder to cry on or
someone to talk to. He's even been paying for the therapist I've been seeing.
Marianne cares, but she has her own issues to deal with. Even my mother had to
get out of town. So, yes I love him. I might have killed myself by now without
him."
Haywood had to pause a few moments to absorb this, and frankly, so did I.
"But are you saying that you... I mean, would you... this is romantic love
we're talking about here?"
"Your Honor, she's answered the question," Brian said. "This is just badgering
at this point."
Hayley didn't wait for a ruling.
"Yes it is. But I know that Marianne comes first with him. I would never try
to disrupt that."
Haywood paused again, and this time she stared at her legal pad for a good ten
seconds.
"Hayley, are you a virgin?"
"No, I am not."
"And who have you had sex with?"
Hayley took a deep breath, glanced nervously around the courtroom, and answered.
"Randy Donahue."
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
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After Hayley's revelation, everyone--and I mean everyone--in the courtroom
gasped, including the judge. Haywood did a double take.
"I'm sorry?"
"Randy Donahue. I have had sex with Randy Donahue."
Brian nudged me, and I saw that he had written "WTF??" on his legal pad in big
letters. I shrugged. I had no clue either.
Haywood was unable to compose herself for a few moments.
"You have had sex with Randy Donahue?"
"Yes, I have. On several occasions."
Had I not known any better (and I did, right?) I would have sworn she was
telling the truth. Her delivery had the same calm, careful tone that she had
established from the beginning.
Haywood should have dropped this line of questioning immediately. But, whether
out of shock or curiosity, she was unable to leave bad enough alone.
"What were the occasions?"
"After Marianne broke up with him, he began coming after me. I think he just
wanted what he thought was the next best thing. I was flattered at first. He
was a senior on the football team and I was a just a sophomore cheerleader. He
got more serious about it this spring. He talked me into sleeping with him in
February, a couple of times. But by then I was sick of him, and I could see why
Marianne dumped him. So I told him off, that I didn't want to see him again.
He didn't take it very well."
"What do you mean?"
"He got really upset. He threatened me. He said he was going to make me and
Marianne sorry that we had dumped him. And I guess he has."
Haywood tried to catch her breath, looking wearily around the courtroom and
pursing her lips. She closed her eyes slowly.
"I don't think I have anything else."
Brian stood up.
"Your Honor, since this is the most important witness, I'd like to take a few
minutes to prepare."
"Very well. We'll take a ten-minute recess."
Hayley remained where she was. I tried to catch her eyes, but she simply sat
there, head down, staring at her hands. Brian sat next to me flipping through
his notes. I got up after a few minutes and went out to look for Marianne.
There was no sign of her.
Elizabeth, Tiffany, and Giselle were all waiting. I tried to fill them in on
what happened.
"How is she doing?" Elizabeth asked.
"Good. But I can tell this has been very hard on her. I don't want to think
about what she's been going through."
I stood nervously in the hallway as the minutes ticked past. No Marianne.
Finally the bailiff stuck his head out the door.
"They're getting ready to go again."
I sighed, turning toward the courtroom. Then I heard rapid footsteps in the
hallway outside. I turned to see Marianne running up to me with a few folded
sheets of paper in her hands. She shoved them at me.
"Are we okay?"
"I think so."
I kissed her quickly and went inside. Brian was waiting, and I showed him what
I had. He looked it over briefly, nodding.
Then he stood, and Hayley looked toward him.
"Hayley, I'm sorry about all this. I really have only a couple of questions."
"Okay."
"Have you ever had sexual intercourse with Steven Chandler?"
"No."
"Do you recall where you were on the evening of March 28?"
"Um. No."
"I'm going to show you something that may help."
He unfolded the papers and handed them to her. She looked them over for a few
seconds, and for the first time that afternoon, I saw signs of life filling her
eyes.
"Do you recognize that document that I have just handed to you?"
"Yes!"
"Have you seen that before?"
"Yes!"
"Can you identify it for me?"
"Yes! It's the bill from when we were in Santa Cruz over Spring Break. I saw it
when they shoved it under our door."
"And having reviewed that document, is your recollection refreshed as to where
you were on the evening of March 28?"
"Yes! We were in Santa Cruz visiting my Mom!"
"Would you look at the first line of the statement, where it lists the date and
time of check-in? Can you read that for me?"
"Yes. It says March 28, 7:03 p.m."
"And on March 28, at 7:03 p.m., you, Marianne, and Steve Chandler were in Santa
Cruz checking in to the Chaminade Resort?"
"Yes!"
"So you could not have been here, at Steve's house, as Mr. Donahue has
alleged?"
"No!"
Haywood got to her feet.
"Brian, could I see that?"
He turned to her, but before he could hand it to her, the judge motioned to him.
Brian handed the statement across the judge's bench. The judge reviewed it for
a few seconds before handing it back. Brian gave it to Haywood, and she sat on
the edge of her table looking it over. The woman from DFCS got to her feet and
leaned over Haywood's shoulder.
Finally Haywood handed the bill back to Brian.
"Are you entering this into evidence, counsel?" the judge asked.
"Yes, your Honor."
Brian turned back to Hayley.
"Just so we're clear, has Randy Donahue ever been to Mr. Chandler's house while
you were present?"
"Yes. But the only time I'm aware of was last fall. He was drunk and just came
over to yell at Marianne and Steve."
"And never since then."
"No."
Brian turned to Haywood.
"That's all I have."
Hayley stepped down, a nervous smile on her face. I gave her a subtle wink as
she left the courtroom with the woman from DFCS.
When she was gone, Haywood stood up slowly.
"Your Honor, the People rest."
The judge nodded, looking to Brian.
"Counsel, do you need another break?"
"No, your Honor, we're ready to go. The defense calls Elizabeth Mulcahey."
The bailiff retrieved Elizabeth from the hallway. She took the stand, and Brian
began his examination.
"How are you related to Hayley?"
"She's my daughter."
"How are you acquainted with Mr. Chandler?"
"Until a few months ago, I and my soon-to-be-ex-husband lived several doors down
from him. I knew him from high school, but we hadn't met again recently until
Marianne told me she was dating him."
"And how did that come about?"
"She stayed out all night one night and did not come back until the next
morning. When we asked where she had been, she told us the whole story."
"Including the fact that she was having sex with Mr. Chandler?"
"Yes. Although she insisted that they had not begun sleeping together until she
turned eighteen."
"And you believed her?"
"Yes."
"What was your reaction to this revelation?"
"I was extremely upset. Mr. Chandler is older than I am, by a few months. I
found their relationship, at least at first, shocking and unacceptable."
"But your opinion changed?"
"Yes, it did. As I got to know Mr. Chandler better, and as I began to see just
how deep their feelings were for each other, my opposition faded. I realized
that he was actually better for her than any of the boys she had been dating.
Steve respected her as a person, which is not something I could say about any of
her prior boyfriends."
"Such as Randy Donahue?"
"Such as Randy."
"And you feel this way despite the age difference between Steve and Marianne?"
"Yes. I had always thought Marianne would be better off with someone older.
She has never had much of a relationship with her father. Steve has given her
the support and guidance she never got from my husband."
"Let's talk about him for a moment. You are getting a divorce, are you not?"
"Yes, I am."
"Why?"
"Among other things, because he is in prison for statutory rape. He was
unfaithful many times in the past, but his arrest was the last straw. I decided
that I, and the girls, deserved more."
"Where are you living now?"
"Santa Cruz. I'm attending the University of California there."
"What did you do with your daughters when you moved away?"
"I let them move in with Steve."
"Why?"
"Because I did not want to take them out of school and uproot them simply
because I needed a change in my life. Because I trusted Steve, and I knew they
were both very close to him. Because I knew he could take care of them and give
them the guidance I could not."
"You didn't see anything unusual in leaving your two teenage daughters with a
man you had known only a few months?"
"I knew it was unusual, but such was my trust in Steve and my belief that they
would be safe and happy with him that I was not worried. He has lived up to
that trust and more."
"You didn't see anything wrong with having Hayley living with Marianne's
boyfriend?"
"I thought she was mature enough to understand the realities of it. As I said,
I knew she liked Steve. I was not worried about her."
"You care about Hayley's welfare and emotional health?"
"More than anything in the world."
"And you would not have left Hayley with Steve if were you worried about her
getting hurt?"
"Never."
"And, being in the process of divorcing a man who had been caught in flagrante
delicto with a girl of Hayley's age, would you have then turned around and
allowed Hayley to live with someone who possessed the moral failings that your
husband is in prison for?"
"Never in a million years."
"To your knowledge, has Hayley ever had sexual intercourse with Steven
Chandler?"
"To my knowledge, no."
Brian turned to Haywood and smiled.
"Your witness."
Haywood stood up slowly and regarded her legal pad for a moment.
"You have been inside Mr. Chandler's house on only a few occasions, correct?"
"That's correct."
"So would it be fair to say that a lot could be going on there that you aren't
aware of?"
"Unless both my daughters have been lying to me, no."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning that I speak to them on a regular basis, and they tell me what is going
on in their lives."
"But you admit that they might be lying about what has been going on?"
"I think I know when my daughters are lying to me."
Haywood fidgeted for a moment or two and flipped through her notes.
"Are you aware that your daughter Marianne is a lesbian?"
"She is not a lesbian. She's quite clearly bisexual, and yes I am aware of
that."
Haywood blinked a few times in surprise.
"You are."
"Yes, I am. I am a lesbian myself. Marianne and I have discussed that issue
quite a few times."
Haywood's jaw dropped even further, and she looked down at her notes.
"You... I thought you were married."
"I was. It's part of why I'm getting a divorce."
"Does Hayley know?"
"Yes, she does."
"Do you discuss Hayley's sex life as well?"
"As far as I know, she doesn't have one."
"Were you aware of her relationship with Randy?"
Elizabeth shifted in her seat, glancing briefly at me.
"No, I was not."
"Does Hayley..." Haywood paused again and studied her notes for a few seconds.
"Strike that. Mrs. Mulcahey, I just want to get clear on one thing. You saw
nothing wrong with allowing your two teenage daughters to live with a forty-one-
year-old man you hardly knew? One who was already sleeping with Marianne and
engaging in these bouts of group sex? Nothing wrong with that at all?"
Before Elizabeth could answer, Brian spoke up.
"Your Honor, Mrs. Mulcahey's parenting decisions are not at issue here. I
don't see how her judgment or lack thereof is at all probative of whether Mr.
Chandler had sex with Hayley."
The judge looked down at Haywood expectantly.
"Your Honor, I think much of what we just heard constitutes character evidence,"
she responded. "I think the defense has opened the door to such a question."
The judge glanced at his notes for a second and then looked up.
"I'll allow it. But let's try to stay on track here, people."
Haywood turned back to Elizabeth, who squirmed in her seat.
"I think I've explained my rationale sufficiently."
The ADA was pensive for a few moments, then sat down.
"I don't think I have anything else."
"Redirect?" the judge ask Brian.
"No, your Honor."
Elizabeth stepped down, and Brian stood up again.
"Your Honor, the defense rests."
The judge turned back to Haywood, who stood up as well.
"Could we take a break? I don't know yet whether I need to call any rebuttal
witnesses."
The judge nodded.
"Very well. We'll come back in fifteen minutes."
Brian and I regrouped with the others in the hallway, and we spent a few minutes
updating them.
"So how do you think we're doing?" I finally asked.
He shrugged.
"Hard to tell. All depends on how uptight the judge is, and how much the idea
of you romping with a bunch of cheerleaders offends him. He may be inclined to
think that there is some fire underneath all this smoke. But if he sticks to
the cold facts we've brought out, we should win."
"I didn't see a lot of logic in Haywood's examination toward the end."
"Remember what I said about her being a pro? She's one of those few prosecutors
who takes her responsibility toward the truth--not just getting a conviction--
seriously. I think she really does want to know what went on, at this point.
Otherwise she would have left Elizabeth alone. There really wasn't much she
could have done to help her case."
"But she was trying to make Elizabeth look bad."
He grinned.
"She's still a prosecutor. I don't think she could quite resist asking that
question."
We milled around in the hallway until the bailiff called us back in. Haywood
rose when we were all in her seats.
"Your Honor, the People have nothing further to present."
The judge nodded.
"Are we prepared for closing arguments?"
Brian stood up.
"Yes, your Honor."
"Proceed then."
Brian spent about ten minutes going over our case, pointing out that every
witness who would have had personal knowledge of my supposed relationship with
Hayley had denied its existence, and that Randy's testimony had been thoroughly
impeached. When he was done, Haywood began her pitch, trying to point out that
all of our witnesses had motives to protect me, and that the one disinterested
witness, the woman from DFCS, had conclusively opined in favor of my guilt.
Then she sat down, and the judge pushed some papers around on his bench for a
few moments.
"All right," he said finally. "We're in recess until tomorrow morning, when I
should have my decision."
It was close to five o'clock by this point, so I took all of them out to dinner.
The girls peppered Brian with random questions while we ate.
"I hope Hayley is doing all right," I said to Elizabeth.
She sighed.
"How did she seem?"
"She did great, but I can tell she's under a lot of stress. I just hate what
this is doing to her. I don't know if I'm ever going to forgive myself for
letting this happen."
She put her hand over mine.
"Don't shoulder all the blame. There's plenty to go around."
"But we should have seen this coming. Giselle warned me a few months ago that
the kids at school had been talking about Hayley's apparent lack of a social
life. That she wasn't dating anyone."
"Steve, you can't let your lives revolve around other people's gossip. I don't
know what you could have done."
I looked at her for a few seconds, and she managed a smile.
"You know," I said, "I got a chill down my spine when Brian asked about your ex-
husband, about his 'moral failings.' I hadn't really thought about that, but it
seems that there are fewer differences between Charles and me than I would like
to think."
Elizabeth sighed.
"And you think I was lying about what I said? About trusting my daughters with
you?"
"Were you?"
"Not a bit. My God, Steve, you don't know Charles at all, or you would never
say anything like that. What made Charles's affairs so disgusting was that I
knew he didn't respect those girls. He was just using them, like kleenex. He
didn't care about them at all. He just went from one to another, charming off
one pair of panties and then moving on to the next. If I really thought there
was even an ounce of Charles in you, I would have turned you in myself a long
time ago. It's precisely because I know you love and respect and care about
Marianne and Hayley that I'm on your side here."
She squeezed my hand, and I nodded.
"Thanks."
"You have to stay out of jail, okay?"
I laughed softly.
"I'm doing my best."
We went back to the hotel after that and dispersed to our rooms. Marianne lay
quietly in bed beside me, holding my hand as we watched television.
"We're going to lose tomorrow, aren't we?"
I rolled over to face her.
"Keep your hopes up. It hasn't happened yet."
She sniffled.
"Everything was going so well. I was so happy. I've never been happier in all
my life than I was these past few months." She took a ragged breath and began
sob. "I just knew it couldn't last. I just knew it!"
I took her into my arms, hugging her tightly as she cried against my shoulder.
"Come on, Kitten. Hang in there. We'll get through this somehow."
I held her until her tears finally dried up about ten minutes later. She
remained tightly against me, face hot and damp against my neck.
Eventually I reached behind me to turn out the lights. Marianne kept her grip
on me as I fell asleep. I awoke rather soon afterward, realizing that she was
caressing me. Then she kissed my neck gently.
"Feeling any better?"
She shook her head.
"Make love to me."
I returned the kiss and slowly undressed her. When we were naked together, she
snuggled against me, rubbing her naked body against mine. I felt her sex hot
and damp against my thigh. She took my erection in her hand and stroked it
slowly as we kissed. I played with her full breasts for a few minutes until I
had her nipples hard against my palms.
Marianne rolled slowly on her back, pulling me on top of her. I crawled between
her thighs and slipped into her gently.
"I love you," I said.
She pulled my face down and kissed me passionately. I began to move in her, and
her body rolled with my thrusts. When I lifted up on my arms, she drew herself
up with me, making a fulcrum of her pubis, pressing herself tightly against me.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and clung to me, moaning, as we rocked
back and forth.
"Whatever happens," she gasped, "I'm yours, forever. I'll wait. If you go to
jail, I'll wait for you. Nothing will ever keep us apart."
I fastened my mouth to hers, sucking on her tongue. She pulled her legs up and
wrapped them around my butt. She whimpered as I drove rapidly into her, biting
at my shoulder. When she began to shudder against me, spiking her hips back at
mine, I let loose. I drove mercilessly into her spasming sex, groaning out
loud, and as her climax peaked around me, I crossed the threshold to orgasm and
spurted deeply inside her.
We were resting quietly together when I heard a knock on the adjoining door.
"It's Giselle," a quiet voice said.
"Come in," Marianne said.
The door opened, and Giselle came in the room, wearing her pajamas. She shut it
behind her and came over to us. Marianne sat up, still naked, and pushed her
hair back over her head.
"What's up?"
An embarrassed look shot over Giselle's face.
"I, um, I heard you guys. And I realized I was feeling really lonely and
scared."
Marianne pulled back the covers.
"You can sleep with us if you want. There's room."
"Thanks."
Giselle lay down between us, facing me, and Marianne spooned with her. I put my
arm over both of them.
"Is Mom awake?" Marianne asked.
"I don't think so. If she heard you, I couldn't tell."
I caressed Giselle's face tenderly in the darkness.
"I hope Hayley is okay," she said.
"Me too."
"If they hurt her," Marianne said, "I'm going to make them pay for it."
"She's tough," I said. "I was really impressed with her today."
The three of us snuggled together under the covers and fell asleep a while
later.
I didn't sleep very well, and I woke at dawn. I rose carefully from beside
Marianne and Giselle, leaving them balled up together like a pair of girls ten
years younger. I pulled on my boxers and went out to the balcony, looking
across the city toward the ocean. Today might be the end of this disaster or
just the beginning. Either my life would get quickly back on track, or it would
be permanently derailed. I couldn't even think about being convicted of
statutory rape-- just being on trial would be bad enough.
I kept thinking back to that afternoon by the pool, when Marianne had first
mentioned her sister, wanting to know if I was interested in meeting her. What
would have happened had I said no? What would my life be like now?
Nowhere near as fulfilling, I realized. However horrible this experience had
been, I knew--I felt this in the depths of my soul--that I was better off for
having known Hayley. I wanted to think she was better off for having known me,
but that was harder to be sure of.
A lot could still happen to her. That was what really hurt -- not that I might
one day be labeled a sex offender -- but that Hayley would be put through months
or years of horror because of what we had shared. They might even put her in
foster care rather than release her to Elizabeth. Her punishment would be worse
than mine. Not for the first time did I curse the hypocrisy of this system she
was caught up in.
I heard the glass door slide open, and Marianne emerged from the room.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I've been better."
She came up behind me and hugged me.
"Everything will be all right. I just know it. I dreamt that the judge let you
go. We were all together and happy at the ranch."
"Dreams don't always come true."
"Mine do. When I dream them like I did this morning. I just get these feelings
sometimes."
"What other things have you felt?"
"I dreamt that Mom and Dad would get a divorce. When we were first going out, I
dreamt that I would move in with you. There were some other things, but they
haven't happened yet."
"Like what?"
She didn't answer me right away.
"I dreamt that I would have a baby with you."
I turned around to face her.
"You did?"
"Yes. But it also felt like it was a long way off. So I don't think it will
happen any time soon."
"This isn't the best time for it."
She hugged me.
"I know."
We returned to the courthouse that morning. Brian and I took our places at the
defense table, and the others sat in the gallery behind us. At the other sat
Haywood and the woman from DFCS.
We stood when the judge arrived, and I tried to read the look on his face. I
didn't like what I saw. He cleared his throat and began.
"This was not an easy decision to make. I must say that none of what I heard
yesterday struck me in the least bit admirable or pleasant. I have two teenage
daughters myself, and I cannot imagine a setting I would less prefer to have
them placed in than Mr. Chandler's household."
He looked down at me sternly.
"Sir, I do not ordinarily make these sorts of pronouncements from this bench,
but I must say that I find your choice of lifestyle abhorrent in the extreme. A
man of your age and station should not be cavorting with girls young enough to
his daughters. One alone would be bad enough; that you have somehow drawn five
of them into your orbit simply astounds me."
Now he looked back toward the gallery at Elizabeth.
"Madam, everything I have just said applies equally to you. What possessed you
to leave your daughters behind with Mr. Chandler is utterly beyond my
conception. It was an abdication of your parental responsibilities the likes of
which I have only rarely seen in my career as a judge.
"The fact that you may not see anything wrong with Mr. Chandler's behavior does
not absolve you of responsibility for their moral education. I recognize that
you had a limited amount of control over Marianne's life choices, but you were
under no such restrictions with Hayley. What example you thought you were
setting for her, I cannot for the life of me imagine."
He paused and took a deep breath.
"Be that as it may. However much it pains me to say this, I have found
insufficient evidence to bind Mr. Chandler over for trial."
I heard gasps and soft cries of relief behind me, and Brian reached over to
shake my shoulder as I sat there in shock.
"As Mr. Chandler's counsel ably pointed out, none of what I heard yesterday is
sufficiently probative of the existence of a sexual relationship between his
client and Hayley Mulcahey. Even taken in the light most favorable to the
prosecution, I cannot allow this matter to proceed solely on the obviously shaky
testimony of Randy Donahue. The weight of evidence militates against any such
holding."
I managed to glance across the aisle at the other table. Haywood sat there
rubbing her forehead. The other woman glared up at the judge murderously. I
felt a smile creasing my lips and forced it away.
Brian stood.
"Yes, counsel?"
"In light of this ruling, I would like to petition the court for an immediate
order releasing Hayley to her mother."
The woman from DFCS tried to speak up, but Haywood cut her off. The two women
began arguing quietly, though I could not quite understand what they were
saying. Everyone in the courtroom watched the scene unfolding at the
prosecutor's table.
Finally, the woman from DFCS smacked her hands on the table and dropped back
into her seat. She crossed her arms and looked away from Haywood.
The ADA stood up, straightening her back slowly.
"The People have no objection to that, your Honor."
The judge nodded.
"So ordered. Where is she?"
"She's at the county children's home."
"Very well. She is to be released to her mother immediately."
I was in a daze for a long time afterward as Brian shook my hand and the woman
all hugged me and celebrated. We eventually made our way back to our respective
cars and drove across town to the children's home. Although it took about half
an hour to get things processed, Hayley finally burst through one of the rear
doors into the lobby.
When she saw us, she uncorked a squeal that was probably heard in Hawaii. She
ran toward us, and we all came together in a group hug. She cried in her
mother's arms, then mine. She hugged me so tightly I had trouble breathing.
"Is it over?" she sobbed.
"Yes, baby. It's over."
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
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The horses were what did it.
Never mind the Ferrari, the house, the ranch itself, all the girls moving in--
what really did it for me was the horses. When the last two arrived from the
rescue service, when we had all six happily browsing in the pasture, and I could
look over the tack and harness in the barn with the knowledge that all this was
mine, that was when it really hit me: I was rich, I was retired, and I was more
fortunate than I ever had any right to expect.
We had had the housewarming party a few days before that, a simple affair with
just the seven of us. Ashley was staying with us for the summer, though she
planned to move into the dorms at Stanford when school started in the fall.
Elizabeth whipped up a meal in our vast new kitchen, and we sat around the back
patio eating and talking about all the things that had happened.
When the meal was over, Marianne and Hayley brought out their present, something
enormous--a good ten feet long, whatever it was--wrapped in butcher paper. They
set it in front of me as the others cleared a spot on the table.
"I really hope you like this," Marianne said. "We spent a lot of time designing
it."
The rest of them seemed to know the secret, so I tore off the wrapping. It took
me a few moments to figure out what it really was.
"We thought you could hang it over the gate, down by the road," Hayley said.
It was a big wrought iron sign, about twelve feet long, spelling out "The Kitten
Ranch" in foot-high letters. Welded to the bottom, inside a big circle, was a
wrought iron cat face.
I very was touched. I had never even thought about something like this, but it
was simply too appropriate.
"It's cute. It's really, really cute. Thanks."
I hugged both them, making them giggle. The caretaker and I hung the thing over
the gate the next day, and whatever thoughts he might have had about it, he kept
to himself. I had agreed to keep him on to help out around the ranch, and I
didn't think he was about to risk offending his new employers, especially since
I had replaced his battered Chevy pickup with a new Dodge Ram 2500.
When we had arrived up here after the end of the hearing, Hayley and I had gone
out to the horse rescue service to pick out the ones we wanted. I was so
impressed with their operation that I wrote them a check for a $10,000 donation
over and above the costs for the horses. With two of their people helping us,
Hayley and I picked six horses they thought would be best for us. Her favorite
proved to be a chestnut quarter horse mare, a retired rodeo horse, which she
named Belle.
I took her out to lunch at a little deli down the street afterwards. A few
people gave the Ferrari a glance or two, but this was a gentrified area with a
lot of big ranches, and such things were not that uncommon. The waitress took
us to a table out on the front patio, and we sat together under a stand of
eucalyptus trees.
"That was pretty neat," I said.
She nodded, though she didn't meet my gaze.
"It feels good to be able to help those horses," she said. "I can't wait to
ride them."
"It should be fun."
She nodded again, still staring blankly out across the road. Though she had
been animated that morning, I could tell that it was going to take some time for
her to get over her horrible experience with the DFCS. I reached out and rubbed
her shoulder.
"Just try to think about the future, Little Kit. The past is the past. We have
a lot to be happy about now."
"I know."
"I'm really proud of you. You did good."
"I wish I hadn't had to lie at the hearing. Why do they have to make what we
have, seem so awful and dirty?"
"I don't know. Life isn't always fair."
"I wish I could have just told the truth."
"I know. But sometimes the truth isn't always the best, however bad that may
sound. There are times, few and far in between though they may be, that lying
is the better course. Don't forget that Randy was lying, too. And that woman,
though she was right about what we were doing, she was all wrong about what
really mattered."
She nodded again, and I went on.
"If you had to make something up, you did about as well as anyone could have.
Telling them you had slept with Randy was a brilliant idea."
She looked down, and her face turned slightly grey. Her eyes closed, and her
lips tightened.
Chilled suddenly, I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder.
"Baby? What's wrong?"
She took a deep breath.
"It wasn't... it wasn't just an idea."
My jaw dropped, and now she looked up at me.
"I didn't sleep with him. But there's something you don't know about."
"What?"
"I wasn't lying about him coming after me. He did, especially this spring. The
lie was that I didn't want anything to do with him. I knew too much about him
from Marianne, never mind what I had with you. That was the reason I ran and
hid that night when he showed up drunk. Because I was afraid of what he might
do if he found both of us there."
She paused to catch her breath.
"One afternoon... back in April... after cheerleading practice... he cornered
me by the bleachers. He grabbed my arm and pulled me under them. He was
calling me and Marianne all kinds of names. He pushed me to the ground and
tried to get on top of me."
My heart was pounding my chest by now.
"I think... I think he would have raped me if I hadn't been able to get free.
I kneed him in the balls when he tried to force my legs open. I just got up and
ran."
I took her and hugged her tightly.
"Oh, my God. Baby, why couldn't you tell me?"
She sniffed.
"Because I knew you would have gone straight out after him and killed him. And
I didn't want to get you in trouble."
She was right, of course. I would have done exactly that.
"He didn't really hurt me. I was just a little bruised. I was more scared than
anything. But after that, there was always something really scary in his eyes
whenever I saw him. I knew he was going to do something. So when this
happened, I knew why. Blaming it on him the way I did was the only thing I
could think of."
I hugged her again.
"And you did great. And whatever happens, I will never let anyone hurt you like
that again."
To my surprise, she pushed herself from my grip.
"No. Steve, I want you to listen for a second. If there is anything I have
learned from what happened last month, it's that I have to be able to take care
of myself. I can't keep relying on other people to do it for me. I love you
more than anything, and I know you care about me, but... please don't take this
the wrong way... you have to stop treating me like I'm your daughter. You
don't treat Marianne like that."
I couldn't answer her right away. I exhaled slowly.
"You're right. I don't."
"I don't want to be your daughter. I want to be your lover. The two are not
compatible. If this thing we have at the ranch is going to work, you need to
understand that."
"Okay. I think I do. I'll try to remember that."
She leaned over and hugged me.
"Thanks."
And so, that day the last two horses arrived, Hayley saddled up Belle and I
saddled up the Arabian, and the two of us went for a ride around the ranch. We
rode all the way around the perimeter fence, through the trees, finally stopping
at the waterfall in back. We dismounted and let the horses bend down to the
creek to drink.
Hayley was wearing jodhpurs and riding boots with a loose white blouse, and I
couldn't help admiring her tight little butt as she stroked Belle's flank.
She saw me watching her and smiled.
"You like these pants?"
"They look good on you."
"But they'd look better off?"
I smiled. Whatever she had lost in innocence, she had gained in directness.
She was more like Marianne now than ever.
"Come here."
She walked over to me and put her arms around my waist. I reached down and
stroked her butt over the tight fabric. Her blue eye twinkled as she looked up
at me.
"Do you think the horses would mind if we had a little fun?" she asked.
"I doubt they'd pay attention."
This was the first time we had been together since my arrest. I hadn't wanted
to push anything on her, wanting to wait until she was ready. And now she was,
but in a way I hadn't expected.
We fell down together onto the moss beside the creek, kissing and fondling each
other. She rolled me on my back and straddled me in those tight jodhpurs,
reaching up to unbutton her blouse. I ran my hands up her torso and opened her
bra, taking her big breasts in my hands. She held my arms close to her body,
sighing.
Then she bent forward to kiss me, rubbing herself against my erection. I
gripped her butt tightly in my hands as she unbuttoned my shirt and then my
jeans. She kissed her way down my chest, and when she reached my boxers, she
looked up at me, smiling.
"I'm going to get my tongue pierced. I know you like that stud Marianne has."
"Don't do it just for me, Little Kit."
"Why not? I love you, and you've done so much for me. I want to do something
for you."
I smiled.
"Okay."
She slid my boxers down and took me into her mouth. I let her bob slowly over
me, massaging me with her lips and tongue, until I couldn't stand it any longer.
I pulled her back up, kissing her deeply and reaching for her pants. She helped
me get them off and then fell over onto her back.
She was dripping wet already, and I was inside her with a single thrust. She
grunted as I bottomed out, gripping my back, then bit at my earlobe.
"No one else has ever fucked me," she moaned. "And no one else ever will."
I groaned, driving into her as she began writhing under me like a cat -- or a
kitten, I reflected. It was quick and hard and dirty (and not only because we
were doing it on the bare earth). Hayley moved her legs back and forth against
me, rolling her hips with each thrust. She bit at my shoulder, moaning again.
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you," I gasped. "I love you. I love you."
"I'm not your daughter. Your daughter couldn't do this to you."
With a heave, she rolled the two of us over and straddled me. I gripped her
buttocks in my hands as she pounded herself down on my erection. I held her
close, kissing her breasts as they bounced above me. Hayley let out a shriek,
startling the horses, and her hands clawed at my arms. A second later, she
began to shudder, coming like freight train, and the sight and feel and smell of
it were too much for me. I arched my back, driving myself up, and erupted into
her.
We lay together quietly on the creek bank afterwards, and she nuzzled my neck.
"Mmm. That was great."
"It was pretty good."
She sat up a little.
"I wasn't watching the horses. Were they okay?"
"They got a little spooked when you came. But they seem all right."
She grinned evilly.
"Couldn't help it. Came too hard."
"I noticed."
She hugged me again. A few minutes later, we got dressed and completed our
ride.
Life was good. I had no concerns beyond the state of the ranch. When I felt
like it, I would log in to my brokerage and play around with my investments. I
still had a mountain of Cisco stock, but I planned to diversify eventually,
slowly enough that the capital gains taxes wouldn't hit me all at once.
Elizabeth remade the guesthouse into her house, and she spent most of her time
out there studying, though she usually joined us for dinner. Marianne and
Hayley were in and out of there all day, and it seemed like we had set up enough
of a boundary for all of us to be comfortable.
With nothing else to distract them, Tiffany and Marianne went hard into their
mistress-slave routine. One afternoon, after we had been at the ranch about
three weeks, I looked out of the window of the library to see Marianne riding
her horse around the pasture, with Tiffany running beside her on some kind of
leash-- stark naked.
Thank God it was the caretaker's day off. I went out front and walked across
the driveway to the front pasture. Marianne had her horse in a trot as Tiffany
ran alongside, though they were simply going in circles. I leaned against the
fence at the edge of the field to watch. Marianne saw me after a few seconds
and rode over.
I realized as they approached that Tiffany had on something much more elaborate
than a dog leash. It looked like a miniature bridle, sized for a human being.
She had a bit between her teeth, and to that were attached the reins that
Marianne held in her hand. The bridle even had a leather cap with a long black
feathered plume coming out the top. Tiffany's wrists were buckled securely to a
belt at her waist, and she wore tall black leather boots on her feet. A black
dildo with a long horsetail protruded from between her buttocks, and from her
nipples and clitoris hung little silver bells that tinkled as they approached.
Marianne gave me an evil grin.
"What do you think? Do you like my new pony?"
She held Tiffany's reins in the same hand she used to control her horse, and in
the other was a long buggy whip. I could see a crisscross of red welts all over
Tiffany's butt.
"My God. Where did you get all that?"
"From this bondage store down by Boardwalk. Isn't it cool?"
Tiffany grinned at me around her bridle, and I could see now that her sex and
inner thighs were glistening wet in arousal. She was almost dripping onto the
ground.
"Go get your horse," Marianne said. "Let's take her for a ride."
Laughing to myself, I went back to the barn. The two of them were waiting when
I returned on the Arabian. We rode slowly around the property as Tiffany
trotted between us. The horsetail in her butt twitched back and forth as she
hopped along. Every now and then, Marianne would snap her buggy whip at
Tiffany's behind, making her jump and prance.
"I'm afraid to ask where you got the idea for this," I said.
"Tiff and I were web-surfing the other night, and we found this site run by a
woman who's really into submission. She had a whole section on ponygirl
bondage. Tiff almost had an orgasm just looking at it. So I called around to
see if there was any place nearby that sold this stuff. We went out and bought
it this morning."
"Looks like she's enjoying herself."
Marianne giggled, then whipped Tiffany again. Tiffany made a horse noise and
shook the plume on her head.
"Yep."
We concluded the ride about twenty minutes later and returned the horses to the
barn. Tiffany remained in her ponygirl gear, and Marianne led her into the
house and up to the master suite. "Help me get all this off her."
We undressed her carefully. In the confined air of our bedroom, the smell of
Tiffany's arousal was overpowering. Her entire pubic area and her inner thighs
halfway down her knees were wet and sticky. She stood unsteadily between us,
eyes fogged in excitement. Marianne led her to the bed and laid her on her
back. Then she knelt between Tiffany's thighs and began licking her gently.
Tiffany came in an instant.
She cried out, convulsing, and grabbed at Marianne's head with both hands. Her
entire body lifted up off the bed in release, shuddering as if she were having a
stroke. Marianne held tightly onto her buttocks, continuing pleasure her.
Tiffany shook and thrashed around in orgasm for at least ten seconds, until
finally, in a spastic series of convulsions, the sensations peaked and she
collapsed back onto the bed.
Marianne withdrew, wiping her mouth, and grinned at me.
"Do you want her? I don't think she'd even notice right now."
"I'm all right."
"No. I want you to fuck her. Come on, I'll help."
She dropped to her knees and opened my pants. I was already halfway erect from
watching all this, and Marianne rapidly had me at full attention with her mouth.
Then she stood and led me to the bed, where Tiffany lay half-dead from that
massive orgasm. Still mostly clothed, I crawled between her legs and slipped
into her sopping wet pussy.
She moved as I entered her, reaching for me weakly. Beside us, Marianne was
rapidly stripping out of her riding clothes, and as soon as she was naked, she
climbed onto the bed and squatted over Tiffany's mouth. Tiffany licked up at
her as best she could as I fucked her.
Tiffany was so wet that I had to thrust at her roughly to get any friction, but
she didn't seem to mind. She humped herself at me as she ate Marianne, reaching
up to caress Marianne's buttocks. Her tongue probed and fluttered against
Marianne's sex, and Marianne rolled her hips over Tiffany's mouth.
A minute or two into this, Marianne reversed herself to face me. She took my
face in her hands, and we kissed deeply for a few seconds. Then she braced
herself against me and put her head on my shoulder. When she came a few minutes
later, she bit at my neck, whimpering softly. The feel of her coming in my arms
was enough to push me over the edge, and I came into Tiffany like a fire hose.
When I withdrew and fell to the side, Marianne lay forward over Tiffany. She
bent down, extending her tongue to catch my cum as it ran out. She slurped it
up and then reversed herself, kissing Tiffany and spitting my cum into her
mouth. Tiffany giggled but took it. Marianne saw my look of amusement and
leaned back, still straddling her friend.
"Those are the rules," she said grinning. "I told you. All cum in this house
ends up with her."
"Protein and vitamins," Tiffany said.
I laughed weakly.
"Right."
Life at the Kitten Ranch was proving to be a lot of fun.
I got dressed and went back down to the library while the two girls went to take
a shower. I had been reviewing the books the previous owners had left behind,
finding a great many interesting works, some of them at least a hundred years
old. Why they hadn't wanted them was beyond me, but I wasn't complaining.
I had been down there about half an hour, reading in the easy chair by the
window, when I heard someone yelling in the back bedroom wing, which was just
down the hall from the library. Ashley and Giselle's rooms were back there, and
I recognized their voices, though I couldn't quite make out what they were
saying. But whatever it was, they were both upset about something.
I heard a door slam a few seconds later, and Giselle stalked past out in the
hallway. She caught my gaze and stopped short, then stepped into the library,
shutting the door hard behind her. She let out a frustrated growl and put her
face in her hands.
"Something wrong?"
"Nothing. Everything. Fuck."
"Anything you want to talk about?"
She whimpered through her fingers and then came over toward me. She sat on the
ottoman in front of my chair and put her face back in her hands.
I glanced toward the door, listening for Ashley, but heard nothing. I put my
book down on the table beside me and leaned forward, rubbing Giselle's shoulder.
"You okay?"
"No."
I waited for her to fill me in, if indeed she was going to. Finally, she let
out a sigh and leaned back.
"I was afraid of this. I just knew this was going to happen."
"What's wrong?"
"Ashley is having problems with our little commune arrangement here. She's
getting really possessive on me, you know? She wants me to stop doing anything
with anyone but her, and I told her I wasn't going to."
"Ah. I see."
"Right. You know that she's only here because I am, right?"
"I don't know. I hadn't much thought about that, to be honest."
"She is. She's been trying to talk me into getting a place together near
Stanford so we can still be together once school starts. I told her, 'Why the
hell would I want to move out of this great house into a little apartment?' and
she got all upset."
"That was the fight just now?"
"That and more. She wants me to commit to being a lesbian, permanently, with
her, now, and I just can't do that. I'm only eighteen. I can't make a
commitment like that yet."
"You shouldn't have to."
"And I told her that, and she said that meant I didn't really love her. She
said I'd do it if I did. What am I supposed to say to that?"
"Do you?"
"Love her? I think so. But..." She sighed again. "Maybe she's right. I don't
love her enough to give up everything else. Except that I don't know if I could
love *anyone* enough to do that right now. I'm still, you know, growing as a
person and all, and I need some space for that."
"I don't think that's too much to ask her to understand."
She turned to me and hugged me tightly. She took a ragged breath.
"Marianne... is *so* fucking lucky. You are about ten times more understanding
than any guy I have ever met. I mean, I know what you want from her, for the
future, and you could be laying all kinds of crap on her and pressuring her to
do stuff and messing with her head, but you aren't. You just let her make her
own decisions in her own time." She sniffed. "That's all I want from Ashley,
and she won't give it to me."
I rubbed her back.
"I'm sorry."
She took another breath and leaned back, wiping her eyes.
"Thanks. I better go back and talk to her."
I rubbed her arm.
"Anytime."
She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and left. Whatever was going on after
that, I didn't hear any more fights.
After dinner that night, I went out on the master bedroom deck and lay in the
big rope hammock I had strung between the wall and one of the posts. I thought
about what Giselle had said. I *did* want certain things from Marianne
eventually, and I *could* have been more direct about it. But was I being too
direct already?
I wanted to marry her someday, but I wanted her to do it because she wanted to
spend the rest of her life with me, not because she wasn't sure what she wanted
and thought I just knew what was best for her. I thought I had been trying to
give her enough space, but also I knew that my desires were not invisible. We
had said as much to each other. She knew I wanted to marry her. What if she
just gave in one day because she was worried about disappointing me? I simply
couldn't get a grip on it.
I heard someone inside the house, and a moment later, she was leaning out of the
door.
"Babe? What are you doing?"
"Thinking."
"What about?"
"Things."
"Good things?"
"Yes."
She walked up to me, smiling tenderly.
"I know that look in your eye. You're thinking about a big rock on my finger
and half a dozen kids running around."
I laughed softly.
"I'm sorry. I can't help it."
She climbed into the hammock and sat in my lap, straddling me and laying her
hands on my shoulders. Her blue eyes swelled with emotion as she looked at me.
"Baby, I've been thinking about this. Very hard. And as much as it hurts to
say this, I don't think I can marry you. I'm sorry."
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
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I think my heart must have stopped for a few seconds. Marianne's expression
suddenly melted, and she hugged me tightly.
"I'm sorry. That came out all wrong. It's not that I don't want to marry you.
It's that I don't see how I can."
I gasped for breath.
"Kitten, this isn't something we have to do now or even within the next five
years. I've told you repeatedly, this is a decision for the future. You don't
have to make up your mind tonight."
She leaned back, caressing my face rapidly.
"No. That's not what it's about. If it were just us, I'd marry you this
instant. But it's not."
She paused for a second or two, eyes watering.
"Baby, if we get married... what happens to Hayley?"
"Well... she... I mean, what has to happen? Nothing has to. She'll still be
here."
"But we'll be cutting her out. Maybe not physically, but emotionally. It would
be erecting this barrier that she wasn't allowed over. I just can't do that to
her. Not now. Not when she loves you like she does."
"I keep telling you, we don't have to do this now. It's for the future. Who
knows what things are going be like five years from now?"
She sat back on my knees, face darkening. She stared hard at me for several
seconds.
"She's right. You still don't really believe she loves you. You still think
she's going to grow out of this."
I groaned in frustration.
"Kitten, you were sixteen not so long ago. You know what it's like."
"Yes. I do," she said angrily, "and that is not what she's going through. This
isn't a case of puppy love."
She slid out of the hammock suddenly and backed up, glaring at me.
"God! After everything she went through to keep your ass out of jail, you still
don't get it!"
I stood up, reaching for, but she pulled her arm away.
"Get away from me. I can't believe this shit!"
She shot another glare at me, then ran out of the room, sobbing. I stood there,
dying on the inside, for another few seconds before going after her. But she
was gone, wherever she had run off to.
I returned to the room, falling heavily back onto the bed. What hurt the most
at that moment was the knowledge that Marianne was right. I did honestly
believe that Hayley believed she loved me, but in the back of my mind, I
couldn't shake the feeling that she was going to come out of it at some point,
whether suddenly or gradually. It all came down to that patronizing refrain,
"She's only sixteen." But Marianne was only eighteen, and I had no such doubts
about her. Did two years make that much difference?
She had a valid point about what Hayley had done for me -- a very, very valid
point. Love was a willingness to make real sacrifices for the person you loved
-- that was what I had said to Marianne a few months before. Well, Hayley had
probably made more profound sacrifices for my sake than I had ever made for
hers.
All I had done was throw a lot of money around. She had endured two weeks in
the clutches of the DFCS, locked away from everyone who cared about her, and had
still retained enough presence of mind to concoct a story to get my ass out of
the sling. All for no other reason than that she couldn't bear to see me go to
jail because of what we had shared.
It would have been understatement to say I felt like a six-foot-tall pile of
shit at that moment.
I sat up slowly. I didn't know where Marianne had gone off to, but I could hear
Hayley listening to her stereo in her room at the end of the hall.
I walked slowly down there, listening to the bubble-gum pop music echoing up and
down the hallway -- one of those cookie-cutter boy bands I could never keep
straight. When I reached her room, I found her lying on her stomach in bed,
wearing just T-shirt and panties, reading a magazine. One calf was up in the
air and her foot twitched to the beat of the song.
The image was totally Marianne; it was just the way she used to lounge around my
house when we were first dating. Hayley was now, I realized, not that much
younger than Marianne had been the day she showed up at my door pretending to
sell magazines.
"Hey."
She looked up.
"Hi. What's up?"
I had worried about her hearing my fight with Marianne, but obviously our voices
hadn't risen above the level of her music.
I walked to the end of the bed, squatting down to the level of her beautiful
face. She looked at me curiously.
"What?"
"I don't think I ever thanked you for saving my butt."
She smiled.
"It wasn't all that much."
"It was. You went through something no one should have to endure, and it only
just dawned on me that you were doing it all for me."
Her eyes shone, and her smiled broadened.
"Because I love you."
"I know. I maybe didn't know that for sure at one point, but I know it now,
Little Kit. No one has ever done something like that for me before, put their
ass so completely on the line for me. I know the DFCS was really leaning on
you. You could have saved yourself and told them what they wanted to hear, but
you didn't."
"I could never have done that. I would have saved myself and lost you. What
would that have gotten me?"
I smiled.
"Martyr status. Maybe not much else."
"Fuck martyr status. I don't want to be a victim. I just want to be me. Why
is it legal for me to sleep with Randy but illegal for me to sleep with you? How
can I be mentally capable of making the decision to sleep with someone who's
seventeen, but not capable of deciding to sleep with someone who's forty-one?"
"I don't know. I don't make the rules."
"Well, the rules suck."
I laughed.
"I won't argue with you there. I just want you to know I appreciate what you
did."
She smiled.
"You're welcome."
I leaned in and kissed her nose.
"Where's Marianne?" she asked.
"I'm not sure."
"Could I sleep with you guys tonight?"
"I'll ask her. But I think so."
"Thanks."
I got up and went looking for her sister. After twenty minutes of searching, I
finally found her sitting in the back of one of the spare stalls in the barn.
She looked up at me when I came in, eyes red.
"I'm sorry," I said. "You were right. I'm an ass."
She smiled weakly.
"Hayley really loves you."
"I know that. Maybe I didn't quite get it until tonight, but I do now."
I sat down next to her, putting my arm around her, and she leaned against me.
"I don't like being mad at you."
"I deserved it this time." I exhaled slowly. "I talked to Hayley, and I
officially thanked her for saving my butt."
Marianne laughed softly.
"You know," I went on, "the two of you are almost like two sides of the same
coin. She gets more like you every day."
"Mom says that, too. She said she's starting to have trouble telling us apart."
I hugged her.
"Anyway. About what we were talking about before I made an idiot out of
myself."
She nodded.
"Getting married. I meant what I said. I can't cut Hayley out of our lives
like that."
"I can't marry both of you. Not legally, anyway."
One of the horses snorted and pawed at the floor of its stall. Marianne glanced
over, then back at me.
"I can't marry Tiffany, even though I know she'd do it. That doesn't mean we
can't have some kind of commitment."
"It's not marriage."
"Aren't there ways you can do everything else but? Legally, I mean. As far as
the property rights and insurance rights and all that go?"
"Yeah. There are."
"And we could have some kind of unofficial ceremony, with the three of us. I've
heard of people doing that."
"I supposed we could."
"I want to bring Hayley *into* our lives. Not cut her out."
"You're talking about some kind of polygamous household."
"Well, isn't that what we have now?"
"Not something quite that official. And you're forgetting that Hayley can't
legally enter any kind of contract, marital or not, until she's eighteen."
"But when she was eighteen?"
I sat back a bit from her and looked down into her eyes.
"Are you really serious about this?"
"I'm just thinking. For the future. To plan it out somehow. Is that wrong?"
"No. I guess not."
She hugged me.
"I don't want to freak you out. I know this is all a long way off. But I can't
take you away from Hayley like that. Not after what she went through for you.
And for me too, when you think about it. I could have lost you too."
"Okay. Something to think about, I guess."
We got up and walked back to the house, holding hands. When we got to the
bedroom, I stopped and kissed her forehead.
"Hayley wants to spend the night in here."
She nodded.
"I'll go get her."
Marianne went down the hall, and the two of them returned a few moments later as
I was brushing my teeth. Marianne shut the door behind them, and then came up
behind Hayley and hugged her. Hayley giggled, hugging Marianne's arms in
return.
"What?"
"I love you, short stuff."
A surprised look shot through Hayley's eyes for a moment, then she smiled.
"I love you too."
Marianne rested her chin on Hayley's shoulder, not letting her go, and looked at
me.
"And we both love that hunk over there."
Hayley giggled again.
"Yep."
They helped each other out of their clothes and climbed into bed, waiting for
me. I rinsed out the toothpaste, turned out the lights, and joined them.
We began just by snuggling and cuddling with each other. I kissed each of them
in turn, fondling Hayley with my left hand, Marianne with my right, and
comparing the two as I lay on my back. They giggled as I played with them,
trying to both kiss me at once, then sliding up further to smother me with their
big tits. I reached down, taking a neatly trimmed blonde pussy in each hand. I
explored gently, finding them both wet already. I slipped my middle fingers
into them. They felt, as near as I could tell, identical.
Marianne withdrew from my face and slipped under the covers. Hayley joined her
a second later. Then they were both kissing and sucking on my erection, and
only the stud in Marianne's tongue allowed me to tell them apart--and if Hayley
was serious about her offer, I would soon not even have that.
I lay still, holding their heads, and just wallowed in the sensations of having
two mouths slurping and sucking my cock. They passed it back and forth, bobbing
slowly for about five seconds each, then ran their tongues up and down opposite
sides of me. I could hear them giggling to each other under the sheets as they
worked.
Eventually I couldn't take it any longer, and I pulled them up. They came out
from under the covers and kissed me in turn.
"Did you like that?" Marianne asked.
"Too much."
"You know what would be really neat?" Hayley asked. "Even if it's also kind of
weird."
"What?"
"If you had two dicks. One for each of us."
Marianne shrieked with laughter and shoved her playfully.
"I think that's probably not going to happen," I said.
"I know. But it would still be neat."
Marianne suddenly froze, gripping my arm.
"No. Wait. He could. Not two real ones, but what about the strap-on?"
Hayley gasped.
"Yeah! Would that work?"
"Let's see."
Marianne leapt out of bed and ran for the dresser across the room. She dug into
the bottom drawer where we kept our collection of toys.
"I'm not so sure about this," I said.
"Just try it," she said.
She made me get out of bed, and the two of them pulled the dildo into place. At
first, it ended up directly over my dick, but Marianne fiddled with the straps
for about a minute until she had it hanging low enough. It felt awkward, but it
might just work.
"So how do we do this?" Hayley asked.
"I don't know. Maybe us on top."
I lay back on the bed, and the two of them climbed above me. Marianne got in
front, backing down onto my erection, and Hayley got behind her, trying to
position herself over the dildo. Despite twenty seconds of squirming, they
couldn't quite do it.
"I don't think this is working," Marianne said.
She slid off of me, to my profound disappointment.
"The angle is all wrong. How else could we do it?" Hayley asked.
"If I was on top?" I asked.
"How?" Hayley asked.
"Maybe..." Marianne mused for a moment. "If you lay on your back, and I got
over you."
Something uncertain passed over Hayley's face for a second.
"If you lay on top of me?"
"That's about the only I can see it working. Let's at least try it."
Hayley lay down flat, and Marianne straddled her, getting her pussy lined up
with Hayley's, then lowered herself down. I got behind her, trying to find the
right angle to enter them both. Several hands were between us trying to help.
Marianne had to push herself completely down, pressing herself against her
sister, before we were all lined up.
Then I pushed into her, and I felt the dildo sliding into Hayley. Both of them
moaned softly.
"Oh, God," Hayley said.
"It's working," Marianne gasped.
I withdrew, then thrust in again. At first, it felt only little different from
simply making love to Marianne from behind, the only difference being the
pressure of the dildo against my balls. But as the girls began to move with me,
and each other, the sensations began to intensify.
Marianne lay flat against Hayley, head on her shoulder, as I made love to them.
Hayley's arms came up around her sister, hugging her. I bent forward to kiss
her, and Marianne turned her head to join the kiss. Both of them were moaning
and whimpering under me, Marianne pushing back against my cock, Hayley lifting
her hips up at me and her sister.
We soon developed a slow rhythm, and I realized that they were rubbing their
pussies together as I moved in and out of them. I could feel them grinding
against each other, and I wasn't even sure they knew what they were doing. With
the angle I had to maintain, it was all I could do just to get inside them. I
couldn't generate any friction against their clits, so they were apparently
taking care of that themselves.
The three of us were soon moving faster, rocking back and forth, gasping with
the exertion. Marianne began to rock back at me rapidly, grinding down hard
against her sister. She arched her back and let out a soft cry. A deep shudder
ran through her body, and then suddenly Hayley was coming too, lifting herself
off the bed under us, groping at my body and Marianne's. I felt the two of them
shaking under me, and drove rapidly into them. I grunted, convulsed, then
spurted off helplessly inside Marianne.
I withdrew as soon as I could and rolled off to lie beside them. But Marianne
stayed where she was, and I could see her still slowly rubbing herself against
Hayley. Then she sat up, pushing her hair back over her head. I couldn't quite
tell in the darkness, but she looked a little uncomfortable, whatever the
reason.
Hayley rolled onto my shoulder.
"That was cool."
"Yeah."
Marianne crawled up on top of me, folding her arms over my chest and resting her
chin on top of them.
"How was it for you?"
"Very weird. But fun."
"That thing takes some getting used to."
"I guess so."
She helped me get it off, then lay beside me, opposite her sister. We held each
other quietly for a little while before Marianne began writhing against me
again. She soon disappeared under the sheets and set about restoring my
erection. Hayley lay on my chest, nuzzling my neck as I felt her sister slowly
sucking on my cock, massaging me with the stud in her tongue.
I pulled Hayley up further to kiss her, and for a few minutes we necked and
played with each other while Marianne continued blowing me. Soon she had
produced an excellent hard-on and sat up, pulling back the sheets.
She nudged Hayley.
"Your turn."
Making one of her little contented noises, Hayley slithered over me, planting
her knees on either side of my waist, and backed up onto my cock. I felt
Marianne reaching between us to guide me in.
Hayley sat back, letting herself settle down entirely onto me. I put my hands
on her thighs and thrust upwards.
"Mmm," she said. "That's a lot better than a rubber one."
Marianne came up behind her, hugging Hayley as she moved slowly up and down.
She smiled at me over her sister's shoulder, and slid her hands up Hayley's
torso, cupping her full breasts in her hands.
Hayley dug herself down at me as Marianne began tweaking her nipples, and
giggled softly.
"Harder."
I watched Marianne pinching Hayley's nipples more deliberately, and Hayley
twitched above me, moaning. I rolled my hips with her movements, thrusting up
into her as far as I could get. She rocked slowly back and forth.
We all knew each other's rhythms very well by now, and we soon had Hayley
nearing her release. She humped herself at me rapidly as Marianne continued
rolling her nipples between her fingers. I held myself up against her, keeping
the angle as sharp as possible, and a few moments later, Hayley let out a squeak
and shuddered in orgasm. Then she threw herself forward across my chest.
I caressed her back slowly as she caught her breath. Marianne lay down beside
us. Hayley continued to thrust slowly at me for a few seconds, then lifted up
to rub noses with me, Eskimo style.
"I love you."
"You too, Little Kit."
"You didn't come?"
"Not yet. It's okay."
She reached under me to hold my shoulders, and then rolled to her side, pulling
me on top of her. We rolled over right next to Marianne, who snuggled against
us.
I rose off Hayley's body and began moving slowly in her. She was so wet and
warm by now that I could just close my eyes and luxuriate in the feel of her.
She stroked my waist slowly, moving her hips with my thrusts and laying her legs
over mine. I looked down at her, and at Marianne lying beside her. Marianne's
hand came up and began caressing Hayley's breasts as she had been doing. Hayley
reached out, putting her arm around Marianne, and Marianne slid closer, laying
her head across Hayley's chest under me.
I closed my eyes again, just enjoying being inside this girl I loved so much. I
wasn't very close to coming yet, and I could concentrate on being with her.
When I looked down again a minute later, it took me a moment or two to realize
what I was seeing.
Marianne had hardly moved, but she was now sucking lightly on Hayley's right
nipple, flicking her tongue back and forth. Hayley lay quietly under us, still
holding Marianne with one arm. Marianne wasn't looking at me, and she lifted
her head up a little to change the angle. Then she sucked Hayley's nipple
completely into her mouth.
Hayley whimpered, pushing her hips up at me, and I sped my thrusts. She rolled
her body with me, groping at me with her other arm. Hayley let out another
little cry, and I could feel the pre-orgasmic quivers beginning in her belly. I
groaned, thrusting faster as I watched the scene before me. Marianne was now
tweaking the nipple she wasn't sucking, and Hayley was still holding her
closely.
As I felt the cum starting to boil in my groin, as I could feel the tremors of
incipient orgasm at the base of my cock, Hayley spiked up at me with a sharp
cry, clawing at my arm. Her wet, heated sex squeezed my erection rhythmically,
shuddering, and I cried out, stabbing the last bit of myself into her. The cum
shot out of me in an almost painful stream, as if I were discharging bolts of
lighting. I shook in orgasm for nearly five seconds before collapsing onto
Hayley's quivering body. Marianne withdrew enough to let me lay flat on her
sister, but embraced us both tightly.
I withdrew only far enough to lie between them. The three of us held each other
and fell asleep.
I awoke with the sun the next morning. I stretched, bumping into a body beside
me. I snuggled with it, taking a full breast in my hand. She responded by
pressing herself against me, and I realized as I came more fully awake that it
was Hayley.
"Mmm," she mumbled. "Sleepy."
I turned my head. The remainder of the bed was empty. I listened for the
shower, but heard nothing.
I sat up and scratched my head. Hayley rolled over, burying herself under the
sheets. I was still too out of it to want to get up, so I lay back beside her
and spooned with her. She pushed back against me and bumped into my morning
erection. Matters progressed naturally from there, and a few sweaty, if
enjoyable minutes later, she was lying across my chest trying to catch her
breath. "Doing it in the morning is fun."
"Yep."
"Where's Marianne?"
"I don't know. I guess she got up early."
"Last night was really great. I know we have to make room for each other...
but I'd like to spend the night with you guys more often."
"Talk to her about it. I have no objections."
She giggled.
"I bet you don't."
Hayley got up to take a shower, and I pulled on some jeans and a T- shirt. I
found Giselle in the kitchen making some coffee.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"You seen Marianne?"
"No. I just got up."
I looked out the back window, seeing nothing. A peek out the front window
produced no clues either. I found my shoes and went for a walk.
The caretaker was cleaning out the stables, and I stuck my head into the barn to
see if he knew anything. He was a grizzled, good-natured fellow in his mid-
fifties.
"Hey Tony, have you seen Marianne?"
"Saw her taking a walk back into the woods about ten minutes ago. Back by the
creek. Looked upset about something."
I got the impression that he knew more than he was saying, but I didn't push it.
Feeling puzzled, but increasingly curious, I walked across the back pasture
toward the rear of the ranch.
I found her sitting on a rock beside the waterfall. She had her knees pulled up
to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. She looked over when I
approached but didn't move.
I sat on the rock beside her.
"Hi," she said weakly.
"Something you want to talk about?"
She looked back at the water.
"I realized something last night. Something that really scares me, because I'm
not sure where it's coming from."
"What is it? What's wrong?"
She took a deep breath.
"I have the hots for my sister. I don't know why, but I do."
CHAPTER FORTY
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I wasn't sure what to say to this revelation, so I let her go on.
"You've probably noticed, huh?"
"Yeah. Not just last night."
"No. Not just last night. Last night was when I finally admitted it to
myself."
I squared myself on my rock and took her hand.
"What exactly are you feeling? Let's be clear here."
She took a slow breath.
"I love her more than anything. Well, I don't mean more than you, but as much.
And in a different way."
"It's all right. Go on."
"Hayley and I have always been really close. We've never really fought that
much. I know it was because our folks were always caught up in their own
problems. We needed each other too much to let any stupid rivalries get in the
way. She's always looked up to me, and I've always tried to look after her,
because Mom wasn't always doing it. I know I like to talk about Tiffany and
Giselle being my best friends, but the truth is, Hayley really is. She
understands me better than anyone else. We've shared so many of the same
things."
"All of which is perfectly normal."
She nodded.
"I know. So when I started seeing you, and she started coming over too, it
didn't bother me to share her with you, because we had shared so much already.
But..." She sighed. "I don't know if I can put this into words effectively.
It's just that... the first time she and I slept with you, together, something
clicked inside me. It was like I had known her all this time, and then I
suddenly saw something completely new in her. Like I realized that she was more
than just my sister. She was a person, a girl, a very pretty one, with her own
needs and sexuality. You have to understand that I had never thought about that
at all before that first afternoon."
"Okay."
"And, with the other girls, when I really realized that I was bisexual, I also
realized that I was attracted to her too, not just as my sister but as a person.
I didn't know what to do about it. I guess I just suppressed it, telling myself
that we were just having fun, you know. That it didn't mean anything to touch
her when the three of us were making love. That she was my sister, that I loved
her, and that there wasn't anything wrong with wanting to make her feel good."
"I don't know that there is, necessarily, considering everything else that we've
been doing."
"Let me finish."
"Okay."
"But that night that Tiffany came over and did her slave bit for the three of
us, when Hayley came out of the back wearing that dildo... when she started
fucking Tiffany right above me... you don't know how much I wanted to push
Tiffany aside and--" She paused, not quite able to say the words she meant. "--
and make love to her. But I just couldn't. Because I knew the rest of you
would have freaked."
She paused a moment to catch her breath.
"Afterward, I told myself that it was a momentary impulse, that I had just
gotten all caught up in the sex. I didn't think about it at all until last
night."
"When we brought out the dildo again."
"Right. And making love with the two of you, having you inside me while I was
pressed against her, while you were making love to her too, was the most
incredible thing I have ever experienced. I don't know what it was. I came so
hard, and so deep, and it felt so right and so--"
Her voice caught in her throat, and I put my arm around her. She leaned against
me, sniffling and wiping her eyes.
"I just loved the two of you *so* much that I felt like I was going to explode.
I wanted to cry afterwards. I couldn't let go of her. And when you were making
love to her later on, I just had to get as close to the two of you as I could.
I didn't even think about... about what I was doing to her. I just did it."
I pulled her closer to me, hugging her, and she took another ragged breath.
"It's all right. Nothing is wrong."
"You don't think I'm a nut case because of this?"
"No."
"But Hayley must."
"I don't think so. She didn't act weird at all this morning. We even made love
when we woke up. She told me how much she enjoyed last night and how she wished
we could do it more often."
Marianne sniffled.
"She did?"
"Yes."
"She didn't seem grossed out?"
"Not as far as I could tell."
"Really?"
"Really."
She withdrew from me a few inches and looked up. Her eyes were red and damp,
and I brushed the tears from her cheeks.
"I love you," I said. "I love her. Whatever it is we do together cannot be
wrong."
"It's not like I could get her pregnant."
"No."
"No is going to end up deformed from this."
"No."
She leaned against my chest.
"I'm sorry."
I laughed softly. "For what?"
"For dumping all of this on you at once."
"You haven't said anything to her about this yet?"
"How could I?"
"I don't know."
"Could--" I felt her swallow hard against me. "Could you?"
I looked down into her eyes.
"Could I ask her about it, you mean?"
"Yes. I have to know what she's feeling, but I just can't ask her myself. Not
to her face."
"I can try. That's all I can promise."
She squeezed me tightly.
"Thanks."
A few uneventful days went by. Although I thought frequently about Marianne's
revelation (which, to be perfectly honest, was not much of a revelation--as I
told her, I had seen this coming, at least in the back of my mind), I did
nothing about it yet. I wasn't sure how to approach Hayley about this, and I
didn't want to create a crisis where none yet existed.
Meanwhile, the Giselle-Ashley situation was rapidly deteriorating. The rest of
us did our best to stay out of it, but I was growing weary of hearing them
shouting at each other from the rear wing of the house. I kept telling myself
that I couldn't have a cathouse without a few catfights, but I would then feel
juvenile and chauvinistic for thinking something that male.
A week after my encounter with Giselle, Ashley presented herself in my study. I
didn't notice the suitcases in the foyer behind her for a couple of seconds.
She was trying to be resolute, but the redness of her eyes betrayed her mood.
"Hey."
"Hi. Um, I'm here to tell you that I'm moving out. You're a great guy and this
is a great place, but I just can't live here anymore."
I sighed.
"I'm sorry."
"I was hoping Giselle would come with me, but she won't. So I'm going back home
for the rest of the summer."
"It's all right. No one's trying to keep you here if you want to leave. I wish
we could have made it work, but I understand."
"Thanks. I, um, I need to ask you a big favor."
"Anything. Shoot."
"I have no car and no money, and basically no way of getting back. I was hoping
I could bum a few bucks for a bus ticket. I'll pay you back when I can."
I got up out of my chair and went to my desk.
"Absolutely. And forget about paying it back. You wouldn't be here except for
me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Don't worry about it."
I dug around in my desk for a few minutes and gave her all the cash I had, which
was about two hundred dollars.
"That should be enough."
"Thanks."
She gave me a brief hug, and I noticed that a taxi had already pulled up in
front of the house. I took one of her bags and followed her out.
"You'll be missed. I'm sorry we couldn't make it work."
She nodded weakly.
"Me too."
She climbed into the cab and left. When they drove out of sight, I went to back
to Giselle's room. She lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Is she gone?"
"Yeah. I gave her some money for the bus. She left a couple of minutes ago.
I'm sorry."
"I'll live. It's not the first break-up I've gone through."
"If you need anything..."
She nodded. I patted her shoulder and went toward the back of the house to see
what the others were doing.
I found Elizabeth in the kitchen making some sandwiches. She wore a trim red
bikini, and when I looked out the back window, I could see that she had been
sunbathing with her daughters. Marianne, Hayley, and Tiffany were out by the
pool, each wearing nothing but a thong. Elizabeth's outfit was more modest, but
she still had quite a body on her, and she wasn't too shy about displaying it.
If I narrowed my eyes a little and let the image before me blur, the years
melted away, and she became the seventeen-year-old cheerleader I had once lusted
after. But thinking like that sent a wave of guilt washing over me, so I
stopped. Dear God, was I never going to shed the shackles of that long-ago
experience?
"Hey."
She turned around.
"Hi. Is Ashley gone?"
"Yeah. You knew?"
"She came out back to say goodbye to the girls."
I looked out the window again, seeing that the three of them did not appear very
happy. They were talking about something, most likely the departure.
"She and Giselle just couldn't make it work," I said.
Elizabeth nodded.
"I understand, but from one perspective, I'm a little jealous of them. I wish I
had had the freedom to go through what they're going through now when I was
their age. My life might have been a lot different. I don't think they realize
just how fortunate they are."
"No. But try telling them that."
She laughed softly.
"I won't waste my breath."
I thought for a moment about what she had said.
"You wouldn't have gotten married, would you?"
"I doubt it. Which of course means I wouldn't have had Marianne and Hayley. So
I think about them whenever I get like this, and then I don't feel bad."
I looked back out to the pool, wondering if she knew what was going on between
her daughters.
"I notice you're not quite as brave as they are."
She laughed.
"Well, gravity has not yet struck the three of them the way it has me. So I
suppose they'd best enjoy it while they can. But frankly, I'm more concerned
about not exposing myself to the caretaker."
I grinned.
"He's harmless. I almost feel like calling him Uncle Tony."
"He is. But that doesn't mean I want to show him my breasts."
I laughed. Elizabeth finished the sandwiches and piled them on a plate.
"Why don't you come outside, and we can all have lunch?"
I followed her out, and we sat around the pool for a while. Giselle emerged
from the house and commiserated with the girls for about twenty minutes. The
pool phone rang in the midst of this, and I grabbed it before it had a chance to
interrupt them.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Steve, it's Brian."
"Hey. What's up?"
"How are you guys settling in? Everything going all right?"
"Great. How about you?"
"Busy, which is why I haven't called since you left. But something came up that
I thought you should know about."
"What?"
"You know what happened with Randy after the hearing, right?"
The last I had heard, Haywood was so pissed at the way things had turned out
that she was looking into prosecuting Randy for perjury. I wanted to put all
that behind us, so I had ignored it as best I could.
I lowered my voice before answering him.
"Are they going to need any of us to testify?"
"Well, no, which is actually why I'm calling. You see, Randy has apparently
jumped bail. He disappeared right after his arraignment. Haywood called me
about it so I could let you know."
"Oh, shit."
"Right. No one seems to know what he's up to, but you might want to watch your
backs for the near future."
"Damn. I guess so."
When I got off the phone with him a few minutes after that, I could tell the
girls hadn't been paying attention. I didn't want to worry them for now, so I
kept my mouth shut. I dozed off in the sun listening to them, and when I woke
up an hour later, only Hayley was still there with me.
She lay on her stomach reading a magazine, and I spent a few moments admiring
her trim physique, from her tanned toned legs, to her tight little butt, to the
long blonde hair splayed all over her smooth back. She wasn't a kid anymore,
that was for damn sure, no matter what her driver's license might say.
She saw me looking over and smiled, pulling her hair around the far side of her
head.
"Have a nice nap?"
"Yeah. Where is everyone?"
"Mom went back to the guest house. Marianne and Tiff went shopping, I think.
Giselle is inside. I think she just needs to be alone right now."
"Yeah."
"Do you want to do anything?"
"I think I'm going to stay right here. A clear sky and a pretty girl to admire
is all a man can ask out of life."
Her smile broadened, and something deeper came into her eyes.
"Do you want to know one of the reasons I love you?"
"Go for it."
"You make me feel special. When you look at me like that, I know I'm the most
important thing in the world to you."
"You are."
"I know. Me and Marianne."
She sat up, reaching back to gather up her hair. Then she stretched her arms up
straight, cracking her knuckles above her head. What the action did to her bare
breasts, to the rest of her, could not be put into words, so I didn't try.
"I was thinking," she said.
"What about?"
"Could we get a dog? Maybe a couple of them?"
"Horses aren't enough?"
"I just thought it would be neat. I've never had a dog."
"I suppose we could."
"From the animal shelter, right? Not some designer dog."
"Of course."
"Could we go now?"
I laughed.
"Some of the others might want to help pick them out."
"I asked. They didn't seem to care. So can we?"
"I guess so. Go get dressed, and we can go."
She went inside, returning a few minutes later in denim shorts and a spaghetti-
strap T-shirt. While she was dressing, I was looking in the phone book to find
the nearest shelter. When she reappeared, we went out to the garage and climbed
into the Ferrari.
The shelter was not too far away, and I imagined that it had to be a long way
out of town to avoid complaints about barking animals. We drove back down the
highway faster than we needed to, and I savored the way the Ferrari hugged the
curves and burned up the few straight-aways.
I noticed Hayley watching me in amusement as I down- shifted coming out of a
bend in the road.
"You really love this car, don't you?"
"Yeah."
She laughed.
"You're like a little kid whenever you get in it. It's so funny."
We reached the shelter in about fifteen minutes, and Hayley hopped out to look
at the dogs. They had at least fifty, and most of them were barking their lungs
out at each other.
"What kind of dog are you thinking of?"
"I don't know," she said. "I guess I'll know when I see it."
We walked around for a few minutes. Some dogs ran right up to the gate of their
pen to greet us. Others barked at us, and still others hid, cowering in the
back. Hayley's face grew more concerned the longer we were there.
"This is so sad. I wish we could take all of them."
Then she stopped at the cage of a little smooth-coated brown dog that stood
nervously in the center of its pen. She crouched down, poking her fingers
through the chain links, making kissing noises.
The dog whined and took a few steps toward her. Then a few more, then it was at
the gate licking her hand. I looked at the card on the cage, which described it
as a dachshund-terrier mix, about two years old.
"Isn't he cute?"
"She."
"It's a girl?"
"Yeah."
She continued trying to play with it through the fence, and the dog now had its
paws up on the gate trying to get to her.
I found one of the shelter officials and had her open the gate so we could get a
better look. Hayley picked up the dog, hugging it and laughing as it
frantically licked her face.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"I want to get her."
"Dog number one?"
"Can we get two?"
"Yeah."
"You should try to get one about the same size," the woman said. "I think I
know another one that might be good."
She led us to the other end of the cages, where we found a shaggy blondish mutt
that resembled a dust mop more than anything else. It immediately jumped up
against the cage door to greet us, wagging its tail furiously.
Hayley handed me the other dog and crouched down to examine the new one. The
woman opened the cage door, and the dog jumped into Hayley's arms. She laughed,
trying to hold it off.
"This one is also a female," the woman said, "so you should get fewer pack
structure problems than with multiple males."
"I love her," Hayley said. "She's so fluffy."
She picked it up.
"Can we see how they are together?"
"Sure."
The woman led us out of the cage area to a grassy dog run in the back. Hayley
and I set the dogs down. They immediately began sniffing each other's butts,
then ran around the grass together biting at each other's ears.
"They seem all right," Hayley said.
"Got any names in mind?"
She smiled at me.
"Two girls. How about Britney and Christina?"
The shelter woman and I laughed hard for several seconds.
"A blonde and a brunette," the woman said. "Works for me."
It took about twenty minutes to process the adoption, and I bought some various
dog supplies from their pet store in the front. Hayley got both dogs on leashes
and walked them around outside while I filled out the forms and wrote a check
for the fee. She came back inside just as we were finishing up.
"Thanks so much," she said.
"Thank you. I told your dad all about what you need to do as far as shots and
vet stuff go, so you're all set."
Hayley and I exchanged a nervous look, then she forced a smile onto her face.
"Thanks. Bye."
We piled into the car, and the dogs climbed into Hayley's lap, sticking their
heads into the breeze as we drove away. She stared out at the road for a few
seconds before turning to me and putting her hand on my thigh.
"Did that hurt?" she asked.
"A little."
"Don't let it get to you. She knows nothing about us at all. What does it
matter what she thinks?"
"Nothing, I guess."
"I could have said something about it, but what would that have accomplished
besides making us all feel awkward? It's none of her damn business. I bet she
has her own secrets. Maybe she has some personal reasons for wanting to work in
a dog pound that we don't know about."
I laughed so hard that the dogs turned around to see what the commotion was.
"Ugh. Don't make me think things like that."
She giggled and leaned over to hug me.
"Get my point, though?"
"Yes. Yes."
We turned the dogs loose in the back pasture when we got home, and they ran
excitedly around, jumping through the grass and sniffing everything in range.
Hayley and I sat on the fence watching them.
"They look so happy. It must have been so awful in those cages."
I nodded.
"Little Kit, I need to ask you about something. Marianne asked me to do this
because she can't do it herself."
She looked at me, eyebrows creasing.
"Something bad?"
"Something serious. Bad depends on your perspective, I guess."
"What is it?"
I had spent a week trying to think of the best way to present this, and I still
wasn't sure how to do it.
"She's concerned about some of the things that have gone on when the three of us
make love. Between the two of you. Things that, from one perspective, may have
crossed a certain line."
Her face wilted, and her jaw began to vibrate.
"She's upset about it?"
"No. Quite the contrary. Well, she is, but not because she feels bad about it.
She's concerned about what you're thinking."
"I don't understand."
"Okay. Let me try this from another tack. You know what I'm referring to,
right?"
"Yes."
"Marianne loves you very much. More than anything in the world. More than me,
I think, which I have no problem with, because it's a different type of love. I
think she wants to express that love in ways that she's not sure you're
comfortable with."
Her eyes went unfocused for a second.
"She wants to do it with me."
"I don't know about that, exactly, but--"
"Well, what have we been doing? We've... we've done a lot. She's not
comfortable with it?"
"She is. She's concerned that you aren't."
"I love her; I love you. Why wouldn't I be?"
The matter-of-factness of that reply took me aback for a second. I chose my
words very carefully.
"Some people... might find it unusual."
"Some people would find what you and I have unusual. Like that woman at the
pound. If one of us was a guy, yeah, I could see some major problems, but we're
not. I thought incest was just male-female, not girl-girl."
I thought about that for a moment.
"I think it still is."
"Well, fuck it. It's illegal for you and me to make love. How is this any
worse?"
"I don't know."
"I mean, I'm not saying I want to run in there and jump her bones, but I don't
have any problems with what we've been doing. It's been great, hasn't it? What
we all have is really special."
"It is."
"So don't go putting unnecessary labels on it."
"I'm not. Marianne is the one who's worried about you."
"Okay. Well, I'll go talk to her then."
I put my arm around her and hugged her. She leaned against me, returning the
hug.
"So what if we're a little perverted? A little healthy perversion is good for
you."
I laughed.
"No argument there."
"Do you want me to pretend to be your daughter sometime? Would that turn you
on?"
I laughed again, then told her about Marianne's retort to one of my ex-
classmates at the reunion the previous fall. She laughed so hard she almost
fell off the fence.
"Would you like that?"
"I think it might exceed my tolerance for weirdness."
"I'll do it if you want."
"Don't worry about it."
She pretended to pout, then hopped off the fence.
"Let's go find Marianne."
We gathered up the dogs and brought them inside the backyard fence, where they
couldn't go running off into the woods. I was concerned about Marianne being
busy with Tiffany, but Tiffany proved to be parked in front of the television in
the den, watching MTV.
When we reached the master suite, we found Marianne in her closet, putting away
a couple of new outfits. When she saw who it was, her face creased in concern,
but Hayley didn't say anything. She just sat on the end of the bed, bouncing a
little on the mattress, smiling at us.
I went to Marianne and hugged her.
"False alarm, it looks like," I said quietly. "She's fine."
She glanced at her sister, then back to me.
"She's fine?"
I nodded. Marianne pulled away from me slowly and returned to the bedroom. She
didn't seem to know what to make of the grin on Hayley's face.
"Uh... so."
"So," Hayley said.
Marianne looked back at me again, not sure what to do. Hayley broke the tension
after a moment or two.
"Wanna fuck?"
Marianne burst into nervous laughter, then went to her sister. They hugged each
other, giggling.
I joined them on the bed, and the three of us rolled around, laughing and
pulling each other's clothes off. They both went after my cock as soon as it
was exposed, and I completed the disrobing by pulling off their panties in turn
as they sucked on me. Marianne lost her balance trying to help me get her
drawers past her knees and fell back on her butt, laughing again.
Hayley withdrew from my cock, stroking it and watching her sister. Marianne met
her gaze, and then crawled slowly across my body, pushing Hayley onto her back
beside me. I took Hayley in my arms as Marianne bent to kiss her breasts.
Hayley's eyes rolled back to look at me, and I kissed her. She reached up to
hold my head as we frenched deeply.
When we broke the kiss, I looked down to see Marianne suckling Hayley's full
breasts. I sat up beside her and caressed her gently, reaching under her to
fondle her tits. Hayley slid back further on the bed, and Marianne followed
her. I knelt behind Marianne, feeling up between her legs, finding her wetness,
then slipping gently into her.
She pushed back at me, and I moved slowly in and out of her tight butt, watching
the two of them. Hayley's eyes were closed, and she held Marianne's head.
Marianne brought her right hand in between Hayley's legs, and began caressing
her sex gently. Hayley let out a little noise and arched her back.
Marianne began sliding down further, and realizing what was coming, I withdrew
and lay down beside Hayley. She tensed up as Marianne descended between her
thighs and reached for me. I held her closely, hugging her head, and when her
hand bumped against my erection, still slick with Marianne's fluids, she wrapped
her fist around it and began stroking.
Marianne looked up at me, eyes nervous but filled with love. She glanced at
Hayley, who was rigid in anticipation. Then she lowered her head and began to
make love to her sister.
Hayley gasped at the first contact, and her hand gripped my cock tightly. I
watched Marianne licking her slowly, moving her tongue in easy circles around
Hayley's clitoris. Hayley's breath came in rapid gulps, and her chest was
rising and falling so fast that her breasts quivered. I bent to kiss her, and
she embraced me tightly. I took a firm breast in my hand and caressed it.
All of us were too excited for this to last very long. Hayley's gasps for
breath soon turned into impassioned cries, and she groped at me next to her.
Then she was shuddering in orgasm, biting at my shoulder and thrashing around
under her sister's attentions. Marianne kept it up well after Hayley's orgasm
peaked and subsided, but finally crawled up to kiss us. The two girls embraced
and held each other closely.
Hayley came back to life in a few moments, and pushed Marianne on her back.
When she began kissing Marianne's breasts, she pulled me down with her, wanting
my help. I complied, taking the breast she wasn't engaged with into my mouth.
After a minute or two of this, she descended further, still holding my arm
tightly. I went with her, and she pulled my head down next to hers as we
settled between Marianne's thighs.
Laying our heads opposite one another, we began licking Marianne together, one
tongue on either side. She stayed snuggled close to me, holding my hand, as she
ate her sister. Marianne put her hands on both our heads, writhing on the bed
in sweet agony. Hayley and I were kissing each other as much as we were licking
Marianne, and the emotions of this encounter seemed to be overwhelming her. She
needed me beside her, holding her, however much I knew she wanted this. So I
did.
When Marianne finally came, she came with a shriek, clawing at my hair and
Hayley's. Her hips bucked at us, and when it peaked, she had to push us away.
Hayley curled against me, pressing her face against my neck.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded rapidly.
"I love you."
We rejoined Marianne at the top of the bed, and the three of us held each other
for a few minutes. Marianne retrieved the strap-on from the dresser, and she
and Hayley helped me into it. We replayed the three- way encounter of the other
night, except today Hayley was on top and I was inside her as I made love to
both of them. This time they held each other without reservation, kissing and
fondling and rubbing themselves together. I lost myself in the two of them,
holding them as closely as I could. The three of us came as one, shuddering and
gasping as my seed finally passed into Hayley.
We lay quietly together afterward, Hayley on one side of me, Marianne on the
other, heads on my shoulders, holding hands, faces pressed tightly against my
neck. Through the window, I watched the sun going down over the ocean, still
fifteen or twenty degrees above the horizon, but beginning to color the sky.
The rose and gold hues of sunset played across the clouds and the glass of the
window, sending amber beams of light through the bedroom.
I watched a few motes of dust dancing in the light, then looked back at the
beautiful girls beside me. I hugged them, one last time, as we drifted, warm in
the sun and our mutual love, into contented sleep.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
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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."
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
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Randy and I stared at each other for a few seconds. The look of desperation in
his eyes frightened me a lot more than his gun.
For a moment, I considered trying to wrestle him for it, to stop him before he
got into the house and did something I didn't want to think about. But if I
liked to think I was in good shape for forty-one, I wasn't eighteen anymore
either. Randy was about my height, but he had a good twenty pounds of
linebacker muscle on me. Plus the gun. And I could tell from the way he glared
at me that he was just itching for an excuse to use it.
He waved it toward the house.
"Get in there. Go."
I obeyed reluctantly, not taking my eyes off him. When we reached the doors to
the den, I saw Tiffany and Giselle watching some movie on the big-screen TV.
They looked over when I came in, and a second later they both shrieked in
surprise. Tiffany jumped to her feet, putting her hands over her mouth.
"Shut up!" Randy growled. He pointed the gun back at me. "Get over there.
Stand with them."
I backed away from him, and both girls huddled behind me, clutching my arms in
terror. Randy glanced around, obviously looking for Marianne and Hayley.
"Where are the rest of them? I know they're in here. I've been watching."
"Upstairs," Tiffany squeaked.
"Go get them."
Tiffany let out a quiet cry of fright and didn't move.
"I'll go," I said.
"No. You keep your fucking ass right there. She's going. And if she does
anything funny, I'll blow your brains out, you got that? Both of you."
I pried Tiffany's hand from my arm.
"Just go. It will be all right."
She whimpered, backing away from us. Randy shook the gun at her.
"Go!"
She scampered out of the room toward the stairs.
"Randy," I said as levelly as I could, "whatever you have in mind here, this
isn't a solution."
"Shut up! I'm not here to listen to your shit. You're here to listen to me."
"All right. Say what you want to say, then."
"I will. When you're all down here."
I fought to still my pounding heart, wondering whether he knew about Elizabeth
and Tony. He wasn't acting like he did, or at least he wasn't acting as if he
were worried about them. But we were too far away from the other houses for
them to hear anything, unless Randy started shooting--by which point it would
probably be too late.
Tony generally went to bed early, and I had a feeling that Elizabeth had gone to
bed herself after what we had just done. She had no reason to come to the main
house tonight. Which meant we were probably stuck.
There were no weapons in the house beyond kitchen knives. I had never been much
for guns -- and this experience was not altering my aversion to them -- but I
wondered now if maybe there was something to all that "home defense" propaganda
the NRA liked to trumpet. Too late now, in any case.
I heard the other girls coming down the stairs, Marianne saying something like
"what the hell is going on?" and then they came down the hallway into the den.
Marianne saw Randy first and let out a shriek of horror. Hayley looked as if
she had just been introduced to Satan himself. All three of them ran behind me.
"Okay," I said. "We're here. Say what you have to say."
His face twisted into a mask of pure hatred, and he pointed the gun directly at
my face.
"Just shut the fuck up! Stop acting like you're so much better than me!"
My knees weakened, and it took me a moment to regain control of myself. The
girls whimpered, and the hands on my arm tightened.
"I'm not saying that, Randy."
"So you've got a shitload of money. That doesn't make you better than me!"
"No, it doesn't."
"You bought your way out of jail. You and all of them got up there in court and
lied your fucking asses off. Now I'm the one they're after."
"You were lying too, Randy," Marianne said.
"Not about what really mattered! He's been fucking all of you! I know it! He
belongs in jail, not me!"
"The judge said he was innocent."
"Because you fucking lied! I care more about your sister than you do."
Hayley suddenly pushed her way past me.
"Oh, fuck you! Fuck you! You try to rape me, and then you tell me you care about
me? Fuck you!"
Randy's resolve wavered for a moment. I grabbed Hayley's arm, trying to pull
her back, but she struggled against my grip.
"I wasn't going to rape you," Randy muttered.
"Oh, right! What the fuck were you going to do, then?"
I finally succeeded in pulling Hayley back, but I hadn't been paying attention
to Marianne, who had now stepped up beside me.
"You tried to rape my sister?" she snarled.
Randy stepped back a foot or two.
"It wasn't like that."
She looked at Hayley, who was still panting against her agitation.
"He did. Back in April. I didn't tell anyone because I was afraid of what
would happen."
Marianne stepped toward Randy, all fear replaced by loathing. I grabbed her arm
to stop her, but she jerked her wrist out of my hand. Now Randy swung the gun
around at her.
"Get back. Stay where you are."
Marianne stopped, still glaring at him.
"You'd better shoot me then, because otherwise you're dead."
I grabbed at her arm again, and this time I was able to pull her back to us.
"Randy, you're only making things worse here. If you leave, I promise I will
not call the police."
"Oh, fuck that!" Marianne yelled. "He's going down! Not after what he did to
Hayley."
Randy's agitation had reached epic proportions now, and he swung the gun back
and forth over us.
"Shut up! All of you, shut up!"
"Randy, please try to calm down," I said. "Tell me what you want here. We can
still get out of this without anyone getting hurt."
His breath whistled through his nostrils for a few seconds, and he leveled the
gun at me.
"You don't even know what you did to me, do you? You took away the only girl I
ever loved just so you could have someone to fuck!"
Marianne scoffed at him.
"Oh, God! Not this shit again!"
I inhaled slowly.
"Randy, I want to tell you something, a little story."
"No! I'm not listening to you."
"It might help you understand."
He breathed hard for a moment or two but said nothing.
"When I was your age, I fell in love with a beautiful cheerleader like Marianne.
I was nuts about her. I thought everything in my life would be perfect if only
I had her. But I never even got as far as you did. I never even got to date
her. She toyed with my emotions for a couple of months before getting the
football team to beat me up. And you know what I did? Nothing. I hated her for
a while, but eventually I put it behind me. I let it go. I went on with my
life. I didn't hold onto what had happened until I destroyed myself."
I paused to catch my breath.
"Randy, you still have a chance to do that. You can leave, now, and nothing
will happen."
He stared hard at me for a few seconds, and for a moment I thought I had gotten
through to him. Then the rage flew back into his face, and he shook the gun at
me.
"No! I don't fucking care what you did! You don't understand a fucking thing!"
He glanced around the room in agitation and continued.
"You're going to give me all your money. Whatever you have to do, sign it over,
write me a check or whatever. I want all your money, then I want you to get
out. I'm taking all this. It's mine now."
Marianne laughed in disbelief.
"You're fucking nuts."
"Randy, I don't know what you want me to do here. Most of my money is tied up
in the stock market. I can't just sign it over to you."
"Yes, you can! You can go online or something, to e*trade. You can do it now."
"It's ten-thirty at night. All the markets are closed. Nothing will happen
until tomorrow morning."
"So write me a check then. Sign some kind of paper that says everything is
mine."
"And then what? Something like that, signed under duress, would not be valid.
As soon as I left, I could call the police."
"No, you won't. 'Cause I'll kill all of them if you do."
"You have to sleep some time, Randy," Marianne said. "You can't watch all four
of us twenty-four/seven."
"Shut up! Just do it! I don't care what you say! Just do it!"
"How about this? I can write you a check for twenty thousand dollars. That's
about all I have liquid right now. It would be good. But you have to let the
girls go first."
"No! I'm giving the fucking orders here! I want everything."
He waved his gun around the den and the kitchen.
"Go to your office. Get some paper and a pen. Now! If you do anything funny
like call the police, I'll start shooting."
I pried myself free from the girls and walked up the hall to my office. I
pulled a few sheets of paper out of the printer and returned to the den. Randy
gestured toward the coffee table with the gun.
"Now sit down and write what I tell you to write."
I sat at the couch and set the paper in front of me.
"'I, Steve Chandler,'" he began, "'hereby give everything I own to Randy
Donahue. All my money, my house, and my cars.'"
I started to write, and Marianne squeaked in concern.
"Steve, no! Don't do it!"
"It's not going to be enforceable," I said.
"Yes it fucking will!" Randy shouted. "Just do it!"
I wrote what he said to write, then looked up at him again.
"'Everything I own now belongs to him because of all the bad stuff I've done to
him. I'm not doing this under duress and this is enforceable.'"
I wrote it all down dutifully.
"Now sign it."
I did, and he rushed over and picked it up, laughing giddily.
"There. Now get out. This is my house now!"
"Sorry, kid, it's not."
All of us jumped in surprise. I spun around, looking behind me. There, in the
back doorway, stood Tony, pointing a hunting rifle directly at Randy's head.
None of us had seen him or even heard him come in.
"I'm going to count to three," he said calmly, "and when I do, that gun is going
to hit the floor. The only option you have is whether your brains hit the wall
behind you in the process."
Randy was frozen to his spot on the floor, unmoving. But his face began to
twist in grief.
"No! You drop it! Drop it or I'll shoot them!"
"One."
Randy panted in agitation, starting to cry.
"Two."
"Go ahead and shoot me," he bawled. "I've got nothing to live for now. I lost
my scholarship because they all lied in court. The only girl I ever loved hates
my guts now. I don't fucking care!"
Tony took a slow breath.
"You think you've got it bad because some girl dumped you? Because you might be
facing a perjury charge that, at worst, will get you probation? Because you
might have to pay for your college education?"
He laughed weakly.
"Son, you want bad, try wiping your best friend's brains off your face because
your squad walked into a VC ambush. Try living with that for thirty years. Try
visiting a monument that does nothing but tell you how many of your friends died
for nothing. A monument that's just a pretty slab of granite to most people."
He shook his head.
"You're pathetic. You're not even worth wasting a bullet on."
Randy began to sob, and the gun slipped unnoticed from his fingers, clattering
to the floor. Tony motioned to me, and I stepped up carefully toward it. Randy
ignored me as I picked it up.
"Marianne, go call 911," Tony said. "Tell them we have the situation under
control, but they need to get out here pronto."
Marianne darted toward the kitchen and grabbed the phone. She dialed the
numbers rapidly and then gushed into the receiver when the operator answered.
Randy dropped to the floor, sitting cross-legged and putting his face into his
hands, sobbing uncontrollably. The other three girls backed away from him and
came over to me. I hugged all of them tightly. Marianne returned to us, then
tried to hug Tony. He let her, though he kept his gaze on Randy.
"Thank you," she sobbed.
"How did you know?" I asked. "Did you see something?"
"Nope. I was out cold, asleep, but I woke up realizing something was wrong.
Just a feeling I got. So I grabbed my gun and came up here to see what was
going on."
I blinked in disbelief.
"You must be psychic."
He laughed softly.
"Some other time. I'll explain it."
We heard sirens approaching, and I sent Marianne to the front door to let the
police into the house. They came rushing into the den a few moments later.
Tony set his gun down and let them take over.
The officers rapidly handcuffed Randy and took him outside. The rest of us sat
on the couch to try to catch our breath. Then Marianne suddenly shot to her
feet, looking out the back window.
"Oh, my God! Mom!"
I turned to see Elizabeth coming across the backyard in her robe. Marianne ran
to let her inside, and we quickly filled her in on what had happened.
Another car with a pair of detectives arrived a bit later, and they spent about
half an hour questioning us and inspecting the house. The information about
Randy's attempted rape of Hayley drew almost as much interest as his home
invasion. Hayley at first insisted she didn't want to press charges, but
Marianne and Elizabeth talked her out of it. It would mean another round in
court, but after tonight, the girls were adamant about getting Randy out of
their lives for good.
First thing the next morning, I called a local alarm company about installing a
security system. I didn't know what other threats we might be facing with Randy
in jail, but I was not about to take any more chances. I considered buying a
gun, but decided against it. It wouldn't have much helped that night away,
since Randy had surprised all of us.
Things did not go back to normal right away. Everyone was jumpy for quite a
while, especially at night. No one wanted to sleep alone at first, and a fair
amount of "musical beds" went on for a week or two.
One afternoon, about two weeks later, I came down to the den and saw Marianne
sitting out by the pool, dressed in street clothes but sitting on one of the
lounge chairs with her knees pulled up to her chest.
I opened the back door and went out sit next to her.
"How you doing, Kitten?"
She turned slowly to look at me.
"Baby, tell me something."
"Anything."
"That story you told Randy that night, about the cheerleader. Was that true?"
My stomach churned for a moment in shock.
"Yes."
"Who was she?"
I lost my breath for a second, struggling for something to tell her. But I
couldn't make myself lie -- and something I saw in her eyes told me she
suspected the truth anyway.
"Your mother."
Her eyes closed slowly, and her head turned back toward the pool.
"I thought so. It didn't occur to me until this morning. Mom told me a story
like that once, how she had done something like that. It was when I was first
starting cheerleading, and she was trying to, I guess, convince me not to be a
bitch about it. I had completely forgotten about it until a few days ago."
She took a ragged breath.
"But I knew you guys must have known each other back then. I knew last
Christmas, when we were helping Mom move out. I found a box of her high school
junk in the attic, her old cheerleading uniform and her yearbooks. And I
realized that the name and the colors and the logo were same as what I had seen
that night at the reunion you took me too. And I found your picture in the
yearbook."
With God as my witness, I had no idea what to say to her.
"I wondered if you two even knew about it, if you just hadn't recognized each
other. I almost mentioned it. But then I realized that if you did know, you
must have had some reason for not telling me, me and Hayley. And now I think I
know what it was."
"Yes," I gasped.
She looked back at me now, and she stared as hard at me as I had ever seen her
do.
"Did you know who my mom was when we first met?"
"No. I didn't. I didn't realize it until after you told her about us. We
finally recognized each other when I went to lunch with her that day, when we
made peace over you and Hayley. I told her that story as a means of explaining
part of why I was attracted to you."
As soon as that last sentence was out of my mouth, I wanted to snatch it away,
to kill it, to do anything to get it back. But it was too late.
Marianne's face began to melt, and her eyes filled with tears. Then she began
to sob in front of me. She put her hands in her face and shrunk in on herself.
I tried to put my arms around her, but she pushed me away. She sat there
sobbing quietly, rocking back and forth, as I struggled for some way to undo
this blunder. But somehow, everything I thought of seemed pathetically
inadequate.
Finally she lifted her head, gasping for breath.
"Go away. Just go away. I need to be alone right now."
"I'm sorry."
She turned away from me, and I trudged wearily up to the master bedroom. I lay
on the bed wondering what I had just done.
When I gathered the courage to go out on the deck a while later and look for
her, she was gone. I went downstairs, looking for the other girls. Giselle was
watching television; Tiffany was listening to music in her room. But I couldn't
find Hayley.
In a panic, I went outside looking for her. I found her in the barn brushing
down Belle.
"Hi."
"Hey. Have you seen Marianne?"
"I saw her walking around the pasture a while ago. Why? Is something wrong?"
"No. I was just curious."
I walked around the back of the property, around toward the waterfall, thinking
she might be hiding there again. But I found nothing.
I considered whether to tell Elizabeth about this, though I wasn't sure what
that would accomplish. I had a feeling that Marianne was just as upset at her
right now, or least close to it. So after fidgeting around the backyard for a
few minutes, I went back inside.
I lay in bed for a long time staring at the ceiling. If Marianne left, the rest
of them would probably go with her. They would have no reason to stay. I would
be alone at the Kittenless Ranch with nothing but my money. Fitting, I thought,
since it had been instrumental in bringing a lot of this about.
"Did you find Marianne?"
I looked over to see Hayley standing in the doorway in her riding clothes. The
thought of losing her sent a stab through my gut.
"No."
"I haven't see her. She might have gone out somewhere."
"I don't know."
She came over and flopped onto the bed beside me.
"What's up? You don't look so good."
"I'm feeling a little under the weather."
For a moment, I almost told her everything. She deserved to know, from one
perspective--but I couldn't make myself do it, couldn't make her as upset as
Marianne was. Her forehead creased as she looked at me.
"What?"
"Nothing. I love you."
She smiled.
"I love you too."
It was ironic, I thought, that what had happened with Beth Dunbar was causing
all this trouble. Because as I looked up at Hayley, I realized that for the
first time in twenty-five years, Beth Dunbar was gone from my mind. In her
place was this beautiful girl, her and her sister.
She sat back on her feet.
"I'll let you get some rest. I hope you feel better."
"Thanks."
I don't know how much longer I lay there spacing out, trying to deny that
anything had happened. I didn't come back to earth until I heard the knocking
on the bedroom door.
I looked up. Tony was standing there, looking concerned. I was less surprised
at his concern than the fact that he was up here at all, since he almost never
came in the house.
"Hey."
"I, um, I've been talking to Marianne. She wants you to come out to the
cottage."
My head spun for a moment. Of all the people I expected her to go to, Tony
would not have topped the list.
I sat up.
"What did she say?"
He shrugged.
"Enough. Come on."
I followed him downstairs and out to the back pasture. His cottage was about
thirty yards behind the barn, and I saw Marianne sitting in a chair around the
side, where he had some patio furniture set up.
He stopped as we reached the barn and patted me on the shoulder.
"Go on. I'll stay here. I've got some stuff to do anyway."
I approached slowly, too emotionally drained at this point to feel nervous, even
if I was. Marianne looked up, eyes red and puffy, without saying anything, and
I took one of the chairs in front of her.
"Hi," she said wearily.
I managed a weak smile.
"I'm not sure what to tell you."
She nodded.
"There isn't anything to say, really. I've been talking with Tony. I guess
he's helped me a little with that perspective we've talked about."
"Okay."
"It just freaked me out, you know, to know you once wanted to boink my mother.
How did you expect me to react to that?"
"It was a long time ago."
"I know. And what Tony explained to me, I guess, is that everyone is a bundle
of experiences, that all sorts of things can mold the person you are, lots of
things you have no control over. And that I can't blame you for something that
happened before I was even born."
She paused.
"But what I have to know... is that you are here for me. Not because you
wanted something from Mom and couldn't get it."
"What do you think?"
"Part of me hates even thinking about it. And I remember that you didn't
exactly jump at the idea of having her move in with us. And that you guys have
been totally normal the whole time we've been up here. So I guess I do know
that, sort of. I just need to hear you say it."
I leaned forward, taking her face in my hands. I brushed the hair back from her
forehead and stared into her eyes. I wasn't going to say this just to say it.
I had to know I meant it, that it was the truth. So I gave myself a moment to
reflect on it, to dig deep down to the bowels of those adolescent memories. And
when I reached for it, tried to grasp that lead weight that had lain in the pit
of my mind for so many years, all I caught was mist. And that was when I knew -
- whatever the unmentionable reasons for it were -- that it was finally over.
"I am here for you. Not your mother. I don't love her, and I never did. No
more than Randy ever loved you. It was nothing but a teenage infatuation. I
didn't really know her back then. The Beth Dunbar I thought I loved didn't
really exist. I know that now. Whatever was there is gone."
She smiled tenderly at me for a second or two, then hugged me, climbing into my
lap and holding me tightly. We held each other for a long time, rocking back
and forth. I opened my eyes and looked over her shoulder, seeing Tony waiting
by the barn. He gave me a thumbs-up and turned back to his work.
"Why did you come to Tony?"
She released her grip on my neck and looked down at me.
"Well, I couldn't talk to Mom about it, could I? I didn't want to dump it on
Hayley. And I don't think Tiffany and Giselle could deal with something like
this. But I'm glad I did. He really seems to understand things. It's like he
could look into my heart and show me the stuff I needed to really think about."
"I'm glad. Come on. Let's go back to the house." We went up to the master
bedroom and lay down together. I was so drained by what had happened that I
dozed off with her beside me. When I woke up, it was almost seven o'clock.
Across the room, I saw Marianne sitting in front of her computer with Hayley
beside her.
"What are you doing?"
They turned around, smiling at me.
"I just posted the last chapter of our story," Marianne said. "I think it's
done now, don't you?"
I got off the bed and hugged them both from behind.
"All depends on your perspective. Come here."
We crawled into bed, and I took them both in my arms. They laid their heads on
my chest, one on either side, smiling at me and each other.
"I love you. Both of you."
I kissed them. Then I made love to them. Afterward, we went out to the deck
and lay in the hammock together watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. We
had come a long way to get here, but we had oh so much further yet to go.
College. Marriage one day, or maybe just some joint domestic partnership,
however we worked it out. Kids, perhaps. So many possibilities.
All that was for the future, though. For now, we had each other.
And that was enough.
EPILOGUE
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Brian straightened my tie and shook his head.
"I still can't believe you're doing this."
"Me neither."
I could see the guests waiting in the back pasture, more of them than I might
have once expected given what we were about to do. Most of them were friends of
Elizabeth's or the girls, including a few friends of Hayley's from her high
school. Not too many friends of mine, which hadn't surprised me; this was just
too unorthodox an undertaking for the stock traders and investment bankers I
knew. But a few of them had come up anyway and wished us well.
"For what it's worth, though, I think you're doing the right thing."
"Thanks."
"I can't say I know anyone else who got married by their gardener."
I laughed.
"He's a lot more than that."
I had discovered, not long after the home invasion and the Beth Dunbar issue,
that in addition to being an able caretaker and ex-Green Beret, Tony was also a
Wiccan priest, having gravitated to it during his tenure in the commune. He
suggested the form of this ceremony when we began discussing it, and the girls
had wholeheartedly embraced the idea.
A few seconds later, he came through the back door into the den.
"I think we're ready to go."
"You've got everything you need?"
He laughed and slapped my shoulder.
"Yes. Relax."
The three of us stepped out into the back yard, Tony in front, Brian and me a
step behind. Brian and I wore simple summer suits, while Tony wore an
embroidered white robe and carried a woven bag over his shoulder. I carried
only a bottle of red wine from a local winery.
We paused at the gate to the back pasture and turned back toward the house. One
by one, the women emerged from the door to the rear wing.
Elizabeth appeared first, followed by Marianne, Hayley, Giselle, and Tiffany.
All of them wore plain white cotton dresses, with garlands of flowers in their
hair and shawls over their shoulders. Each of the younger women carried one
fourth of a loaf of bread they had baked together. Tiffany had wanted to do
this nude, but we had talked her out of it-- that would simply have been too
much, though the idea had intrigued me. The only unusual element of her attire
was a long gold chain that ran from under her dress to Marianne's hand. The two
of them were joined together in that fashion instead of holding hands as Hayley
and Giselle did.
I looked to the guests for any reactions to Tiffany's unusual accessory, and I
saw a few eyebrows going up. Only a few, though--this was Santa Cruz, after
all, and most of the guests knew Marianne and Tiffany well enough to know what
that chain was attached to, and what it meant.
I looked back at the procession of prospective brides, looking from one woman to
the next, drinking in the radiant happiness that every one of them was exuding.
Marianne cried ever so subtly; Hayley seemed as nervous as she was happy.
Giselle and Tiffany just smiled at me.
With Tony leading the way, we crossed the back pasture through the thirty or
forty guests, who fell in behind us. He led us back through trees and up to the
pool at the base of the waterfall. I had suggested using the backyard, but he
insisted that this was a better spot "spiritually," since it allowed us to bring
together all four basic elements: air, earth, water, and fire. The girls were
smitten with the whole idea of this ceremony, so whatever he wanted to do, they
went happily along with.
Tony stopped in front of a large boulder at the edge of the pool and began his
preparations. The guest circled around the pond as best they could. Tiffany's
parents were here along with her younger sister (they had proved to be far more
open-minded than I might have expected), but Giselle's were not. Her brother
Phillip *was* here, however, having gone through a similar confrontation and
break from their father over both Giselle's lifestyle and his non-future in
football.
Tony drew several small fetish items from his bag and arranged them carefully on
top of the boulder. Next came a silver incense burner, which he filled with
incense and lit a moment later. Then he drew a short wood-handled broom from
his bag and set it beside the rock. The last items were a silver goblet, a long
woven cord, and the rings we would be using for the ceremony. He set those on
top of the boulder as well.
He motioned to Elizabeth. She stepped forward, and when she stood in front of
him, Tony touched her forehead and spoke aloud, his rich baritone carrying
through the trees.
"Awake, Dear Lady Divine. Let your mind and awareness be with us through this
vessel, your daughter." He touched her eyelids and went on, "May you see as your
daughter sees and may all be pleasing in your sight." Then her lips: "May you
speak as your daughter speaks and may your words be full of wisdom for us all."
And her chest: "May your heart fill with joy and love as your daughter's heart
beats with joy and love." Finally, he took both her hands and said, "May you
bestow Blessings on all you touch through these, your daughter's hands."
When we told Elizabeth what we wanted to do, she had spent some time discussing
it with Tony. One thing he had mentioned to her was that, in recognition of the
duality of nature, the ceremony was often performed by both a priest and a
priestess. He then suggested that she assume that role, and she had happily
agreed. The two of them had been working together on the form of the wedding
for the last month.
Elizabeth took the broom from beside the rock and began ceremoniously sweeping
the air around Tony's altar. When she was done, he produced a fistful of salt
from his bag and poured it in a thin line on the ground, creating a circle about
twelve feet across. Elizabeth followed behind him, setting four candles around
the circle, one for each cardinal direction. When all four candles were lit,
she stood and faced the five of us.
"You who have come to this sacred place this day for joining one to another,
approach."
With Giselle in the lead, we walked completely around the circle. She held
Hayley's hand; Hayley held mine; I held Marianne's, and she held Tiffany's.
When we had completed the circuit, we stopped again in front of Elizabeth and
Tony.
Elizabeth spoke first.
"You stand on the threshold of a great decision, one not to be made lightly or
frivolously. Are you certain this is what you wish to do?"
Then Tony spoke.
"You are about to take a step that will mark and bind you to each other forever-
-not just physically and emotionally, and not just for the heat of the moment.
It will tie your very souls and spirits together. Are you certain this is what
you wish to do?"
"I am," I said, and each of the four girls answered in turn.
"Shed the robes of your past," Elizabeth responded, "and enter of your own free
will."
The girls all dropped their shawls to the ground, and I removed my coat, tie,
and Italian wing-tips, handing them all to Brian. The others had initially
objected to my wanting to do this wearing a suit, but Tony had explained that it
actually fit this part of the ceremony. In recognition of our commitment, this
step symbolized the abandonment of our old roles, which in my case was quite
accurate. I had left the conventional world behind in more ways than one.
With two girls on either side of me, holding hands, we stepped into the circle.
I handed the wine to Tony, and Elizabeth took the four pieces of bread from the
girls. Tony poured the wine into the silver goblet as Elizabeth set the bread
around it.
When we first began seriously discussing the possibility of a five-way union,
one of the biggest issues we had to resolve was that of the rings. Although we
meant for everyone to be equal, the emotional reality of it was that I was
marrying Marianne and Hayley, and they were marrying Tiffany, and Giselle,
respectively. That meant we had to design the rings to respect that
arrangement. After a few days of random ideas, it was Hayley who came up with
the solution. I had come to see that she had the deepest creatively sentimental
streak of anyone I had ever met, and her idea was about as close to perfect as I
could have conceived.
What we had done was have a jeweler near the University custom-design ten
interlocking rings. Each of us designed two rings, one for each person we were
marrying. I would give mine to Marianne and Hayley, and they would give theirs
to me, and to Tiffany and Giselle. The twist was that the two rings I would
give to them interlocked with the ones they got from the other two girls.
Tiffany and Giselle would likewise exchange rings to close the circle.
Tony took each of the rings and passed it through the smoke of the incense and
the flame of the candle, dipped it into the wine and then the dish of salt, and
then handed it to Elizabeth. When he was done, she passed two of the rings to
me.
Taking the first, I turned to Marianne. I took her left hand and slipped the
ring on her ring finger. She looked up at me, trying not to cry.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, as a sign of my respect, as a sign
of your place in my heart and my home."
I turned to Hayley, taking her hand and slipping the other ring on her finger as
the tears ran down her cheek.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, as a sign of my respect, as a sign
of your place in my heart and my home."
Elizabeth handed the next pair to Marianne. She turned to me first, taking my
hand and slipping the ring on my finger.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, as a sign of our bond, in hopes for
the future and in recognition of all that we share."
She turned to Tiffany and repeated the vow. Hayley was next, and she forced her
ring onto my finger. It slipped neatly together with the one already there,
forming one ring with Marianne's. The two rings were a pair of golden cats with
sapphire eyes (kittens to the girls, though I had prevailed upon the jeweler to
make them look more like panthers, not wanting the result to be too feminine),
seeming to leap over one another, tails entwined.
Hayley took a deep breath and began her vows in a nervous, quavering voice.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, the first love I have known, in
thanks for--" Her voice broke at this point, making guests laugh softly in
sympathy. She took another breath and finished the vow. "In thanks everything
you have done for me and given me, and in hopes I can be worthy of my place at
your side."
Then she turned to Giselle, slipping her other ring on Giselle's finger.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, the first love I have known, in
thanks for everything you have taught me and shown me, and in hopes I can be
worthy of my place at your side."
Elizabeth handed the next pair to Tiffany, who turned first to Marianne.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, as a sign of everything we have
shared, as a sign of your bond to my soul."
The ring Tiffany gave to Marianne had a tiny clip on the underside, and when she
had slipped it onto Marianne's finger, she took the gold leash and attached it
to the ring. Then she turned to Giselle.
"I give you this ring as a sign of our love, as a sign of everything we share,
as a sign of our bond in this family."
Finally it was Giselle's turn, and she slipped her ring on Hayley's finger.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, as a sign of everything we have
shared, rejoicing in my place at your side and our fellowship in this family."
The last ring was for Tiffany, and Giselle placed it on her finger as she spoke
the final vow.
"I give you this ring as a sign of our love, as a sign of everything we have
shared, rejoicing in our fellowship in this family."
We joined hands and turned back to Tony and Elizabeth. She took the braided
cord from the altar and stepped forward. The cord was nearly fifteen feet long,
with seven separate colored cords (one for each of us, plus Tony and Elizabeth)
braided together. Only about nine feet was actually braided, and each cord
continued for another five feet after the braid ended.
As Elizabeth held the braided portion, Tony took the green cord and very loosely
tied my hands together. Then he took the blue cord, Marianne's, and tied her
hands in the same fashion. He tied the red cord around Hayley's hands, the
yellow around Tiffany's, and the brown around Giselle's. Two cords remained,
silver for Tony and white for Elizabeth.
Tony held the braided portion near the end as Elizabeth tied a slipknot into it.
"I tie the knot of Love," she said. She tied another saying, "I tie the knot of
Trust." She followed that with Sharing, Understanding, Respect, and Devotion.
She passed the last knot through the last loop and pulled them all tight.
Still holding the end of the cord, Elizabeth and Tony held it towards the East,
and the five of us turned with them as Tony spoke.
"We present to you, O Creatures of the Air, Steve and Marianne and Hayley and
Tiffany and Giselle, who have handfasted and pledged themselves to each other as
Partners in Family."
We repeated the presentation in each cardinal direction until we were again
facing the altar. Elizabeth removed the cord from each of our hands without
untying it and coiled it slowly. Then she presented it to us, handing it to
Marianne in recognition of her place at the head of the household.
"Take this and keep it safe. It is a reminder of your promises and commitments
to each other. Remember also that you are each bound only so long as you wish
to be. If your single cord is untied, you are no longer bound to the rest."
Marianne took it reverently, glancing at the rest of us and trying to smile
through her tears.
Now Tony took the wine and bread from the altar. He broke a piece from the loaf
and passed it to me with the wine.
"As you have chosen to be Partners, so will you provide for, share with and
nourish each other in the future."
I dipped the bread in the wine and held it to Marianne's lips. She took it and
chewed slowly. I handed the goblet to her as Tony handed her another chunk of
bread. She fed it to me, and one by one we repeated the ritual with the others
until all of us had exchanged bread and wine.
Elizabeth now picked up the broom again and laid it on the ground along the back
of the circle. This was a symbol, Tony had explained, of many things:
fertility, a sweeping clean (thus a fresh start), and domestic bliss. Holding
hands, the five of us stepped up to it and jumped over in unison. Elizabeth and
Tony followed, and the seven of us embraced as the guests applauded.
Still holding hands, we led everyone back to the pasture and into the backyard,
where the caterers had set up the reception. Everything spun together after
that, so many handshakes and hugs and congratulations. I had to down a quick
glass of scotch to calm my nerves, and that seemed to help.
Once everyone had gone through the receiving line, Brian gathered us up.
"Ready to do the paperwork?"
I laughed nervously, glancing around at the girls.
"Yeah. Let's do it."
We followed him into the house, with Tony and Elizabeth coming up the rear. On
the big table in the dining room were the domestic partnership papers Brian had
drawn up, a joint will, powers of attorney, and the property agreement that
would simulate a legal marriage.
"This will be quite a bit less mystical and sentimental," he said grinning, "but
in certain ways it's just as important and symbolic."
He sat down and passed the documents around, indicating where we had to sign. I
gave Hayley a one-armed hug as Marianne was putting her signature in the various
blocks.
"Still sure you want to do this? You know there's no rush."
Hayley smiled.
"I've waited two-and-a-half years. I don't want to wait any longer. This is as
good a time as any."
"Enjoying your birthday so far?"
Another grin, and deep in her pretty blue eyes, I saw something else I couldn't
quite identify.
"Yep. This is the best birthday I've ever had."
Although the rest of us were willing to wait until later in the spring, Hayley
had insisted on doing this the moment she was legally capable, which was the day
of her eighteenth birthday--and that was today. When Marianne was done, she sat
down and signed everything.
"That's it," Brian said when everyone had signed. "The five of you may not be
legally married, but you've gotten as close as you can now. Congratulations."
I hugged Marianne and Hayley tightly, then Giselle and Tiffany. We filed back
out to the yard and rejoined the reception.
As I mingled with the guests, I reflected on everything that had happened over
the last two years. Marianne and Tiffany were in their sophomore years at UCSC
and doing well. Giselle had applied for a transfer from Cal State and been
accepted, and she would start her junior year with the other two girls this
fall.
Marianne had ditched the cheerleader lifestyle altogether, however much she
still looked like one, and she and Tiffany had made a lot of friends among the
more free-spirited students around campus, many of whom were here tonight. They
hadn't yet found the "sex-slave sorority" they had joked about, but I suspected
they might someday start one of their own.
Hayley was about to graduate from high school, and she had her pick of several
colleges already. UCSC seemed to be the first choice, and though we weren't
leaning on her, we all pretty much expected her to follow both her sister and
her mother, who now was completing her first year in law school at UC Hastings
in San Francisco.
Elizabeth had moved out of the guesthouse to be closer to school, but she still
came back down here on the weekends. She had just found a job for the summer,
clerking for a friend of Brian's who lived up here. She had recently begun
expressing an interest in doing child advocacy, which surprised none of us.
As for me, I was happily enjoying my retirement, working around the ranch or
playing with my stocks. We hadn't yet begun shopping for any baby clothes, but
I had lately been hoping--secretly--that I might have to soon. It was a hope I
kept to myself, though. I knew the girls had enough on their minds right now.
The caterers began serving the dinner at six, and when they had poured the
champagne, I stood up and got everyone's attention.
"I don't want to impose on your good mood by giving a long speech, but there are
a few things I want to say. I think that most people would be happy to have
found one person to spend their life with; to have found four people is more
than I can really express effectively. That these four wonderful young women
are willing to tether themselves to this old fart makes me feel pretty darned
special."
Everyone laughed, and Marianne, who was sitting next to me, playfully slapped my
arm in mock indignation.
"Seriously though, we all have to recognize how lucky we've been to find each
other. It takes a lot of love and understanding to make this work, and that
we've survived two years so well gives me a lot of hope for the future. We have
lot to look forward to, both collectively and individually, and I'm proud of
what these women have chosen to do with their lives. Thank you all for joining
us, and I'm thrilled to have the opportunity to share this with you."
I raised my glass in a toast and everyone cheered. When the applause died down,
Marianne stood up. She rubbed my shoulder briefly and began her speech.
"There's not much I can add to that except that I want you all to know that I am
not marrying an old fart." The guests exploded in laughter, and she continued.
"Steve and I, and the rest of us, are a lot closer in age than you might think,
at least in the things that are really important. I like to think that we help
him maintain his perspective, and he's supported and guided us more than I can
ever express. Most of you know that today is Hayley's birthday, but what you
don't know is that she's really turning twenty-five, not eighteen. She's
certainly stopped letting me treat her like a younger sister."
More laughter.
"I also want to thank my mom, for being so understanding and supportive these
past few years. We've all had to go through a lot, and I know she loves us more
than anything."
Elizabeth beamed at us from the end of the table. Marianne paused and put her
hand on Tiffany's shoulder.
"Finally, I want to say something about the other person I'm marrying today, my
best friend Tiffany. As Steve said, it's a lot to find even one person you want
to spend your life with. To have found both him and Tiffany makes me feel
really, really fortunate. Though we play a lot of games with each other, we've
never lost sight of what's really important."
She bent down, and they hugged each other quickly. Then she raised her glass.
"So, thanks to all of you for coming today. It means a lot to all of us."
Everyone applauded again, and Hayley reached over for the mike. She stood up
and took a deep breath.
"Well, this has been a hell of a birthday, I have to say that." Laughter rolled
across the yard, and she continued. "I know I may be pretty young to be doing
this, but I don't feel insecure about it at all. The love I have for Steve and
Marianne and Giselle and Tiffany is so strong that I know this is what I'm meant
to be doing with my life. As Steve and Marianne both said, I feel so happy and
grateful to have found these people to spend my life with. I'm really looking
forward to our future together, and I know we have many, many happy years
ahead."
She paused, taking a nervous breath, and everyone laughed.
"Um. I don't know what else to say except thanks for everything. I love you
all."
Giselle and Tiffany both got up after that, and then Elizabeth, Tony, and Brian
all made toasts. The dinner went on under the stars for several hours
afterward, and if this still felt a bit surreal to me, everyone was definitely
having a great time. We danced after cutting the cake, and when I had danced
with all four girls, I found Elizabeth and pulled her onto the floor.
"Congratulations."
"Thanks."
"You do remember my request about this?"
"About not being my mother-in-law? Yes."
She smiled.
"Thanks."
"Legally, you're not anyway. So don't worry about it."
"I'm not. I'm just teasing. Even if I have to say that I never quite pictured
my daughters' weddings like this."
"I imagine not."
She smiled again.
"You think I'm referring to your arrangement with all four of them, but that's
not all I mean."
"What else do you mean?"
"I meant that at one time, I was afraid they would make the mistake I did,
marrying someone because of who he was and because everyone else thought it was
a good idea, not because they really loved the men they were marrying."
"You mean like you and Charles?"
"Right. You know about all that. When I saw the sort of boys Marianne was
dating, I could see her heading down the same path. Falling into the whole
cheerleader stereotype. Randy was the worst, all the more so because I knew she
didn't really care much about him."
"Then I came along."
She laughed softly.
"Yes. And as shocked as I was at first, what changed my mind was seeing the
difference in her, and Hayley. I could see that they really loved you. And I
decided that I couldn't bring myself to stand in the way of their happiness,
however unorthodox it might be."
I leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
"Thanks."
"Any time."
When the dancing began to wind down, I found Marianne by the bar, talking to
some friends of hers from college. She saw me approaching and gave me a big
hug.
"How are you doing, Mrs. Chandler?"
"Just great, Mr. Chandler."
I got another drink, and we walked across the yard to where the band was
playing. She sat on the wall and I leaned back against her. She put her arms
around my neck and set her chin on my shoulder.
"Do you feel any different?" she asked.
"I think it will take a while to sink in."
She giggled.
"What I've been doing is thinking of the things we can do now, that would have
been more difficult before."
"Like what?"
"Well," She lowered her voice. "It's probably safe to knock me up now."
I half-turned in her arms to face her. We had talked about this, sort of, off
and on for two years. She knew I wanted kids, but I had always been clear that
it wouldn't happen until she was ready.
"You think so?"
She pretended to shrug it off.
"Why not?"
"I think the gods of Depo-Provera might have something to say about that."
She grinned and licked her lips lasciviously.
"I let it run out a month ago. I might even be pregnant right now."
I gasped. "You didn't."
"I did."
She hugged me tightly.
"I'm teasing you a little," she whispered into my ear. "I don't think I'm
pregnant yet. But if you want it, I'm ready."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.
"You're sure about this?"
A serious look came into her eyes.
"Steve, think about something. Even with all we've done today, we're not
legally married. I could reverse all this, the legal stuff anyway, with a few
hours in a law office if I really wanted to. But if we have a child together,
I'll be bonded to you forever, bonded more securely than any piece of paper
could ever do. I want that bond. I want to make a baby with you."
I pulled her to me and kissed her nose.
"Okay. We'll talk about it. We should probably bounce it off Hayley first
too."
Something passed across her eyes, and her jaw suddenly tightened as if she were
trying to hide it.
"What?"
Her hand squeezed my arm tightly, and her eyes closed.
"Nothing. I didn't say anything. Please, Steve, she'll kill me. I didn't say
anything, okay?"
"What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just... you might want to have a chat with her tonight about this
issue."
My heart stuttered, and my brain went momentarily blank.
"Why?"
"Just do it."
She pushed me away from her, and I turned back toward the reception, looking for
Hayley. I saw her across the yard talking with Giselle and some of their
friends.
I went to her, and she gave me a quick peck on the lips.
"Hi."
"Little Kit. How you doing?"
She held up her hand and wiggled her ring at me.
"Married."
"I can see that."
I kissed her again.
"I've been getting the feeling all day that there's something you want to tell
me."
I saw it again -- whatever it was I had seen that afternoon -- in her eyes
immediately. Her expression softened, and she took my hand.
"Not out here. Come inside."
She led me into the house and through it, finally taking me out the front porch.
Then she took my hands and looked up at me. Her eyes started to water, and her
throat seemed to tighten.
"Baby, what is it?"
She took a deep breath.
"You're going to be a daddy."
My legs weakened suddenly and I had to sit down on the railing. She sniffed and
squeezed my hands tightly.
"It wasn't deliberate. I think I messed up my pills last month. But I'm
pregnant."
"You're sure?" I gasped.
"Unless four different tests are wrong. I think it was that afternoon a couple
of weeks ago, when I dragged you into my room after school."
"Oh, my God."
I hugged her for about ten seconds before letting her go. She beamed up at me.
"Are you in shock?"
"Completely. Who else knows?"
"Just Marianne. I told her because I didn't know what to do."
"When?"
"Last week. I wanted to wait until today to tell you. I didn't want it to
interfere with the wedding."
"What about college?"
"I can take a semester off if I have to. It's no big deal."
I hugged her again.
"And Marianne wants to get pregnant now too."
She giggled.
"Uh-huh. I think she was a little pissed I beat her to it. But like I said, I
didn't mean to."
"You're okay with it?"
"Absolutely. I can't wait."
"You should go tell your mother."
"Come with me. Let's tell her together."
Laughing, we returned to the house. Elizabeth was in the kitchen. She broke
down crying when we told her.
Eventually things began to wind down. The limo arrived to take us to the
airport, where we would be boarding a flight to New Zealand (the result of
several collective discussions). The girls changed out of their wedding dresses
and into their travel attire while I waited on the front porch with Brian and
Tony.
"Don't let them kill you tonight," Brian said, laughing.
"I'll do my best."
"Good luck," Tony said shaking my hand. "I know you like to joke about my being
psychic, but I have a good feeling about this. I've yet to preside over a
failed marriage, and I don't want start with you guys."
"Thanks."
The girls finally emerged, and we went out to the limo as the guests threw bird
seed at us (Hayley had insisted we not use rice because she had heard it was
dangerous for the birds). Elizabeth came with them and gave me a final hug
beside the car.
"You take care of my girls, you hear?"
"I will."
Then we were riding away from the ranch, up toward San Francisco airport. There
was a bottle of champagne in the limo, which I opened and passed around. Hayley
demurred, being pregnant now, but the other girls all took some. Marianne
snuggled against me as the other three chattered and giggled about Hayley's
revelation tonight.
"Are you happy?" she asked me.
"Life could be a hell of a lot worse."
"I'm coming home from our honeymoon pregnant, whatever I have to do."
I laughed.
"The timing might not be right."
"It should be. And I asked Tony for a little blessing to help. I told him
about that dream I had a long time ago. Remember? He said that meant it would
happen."
"You're not upset that Hayley got there first?"
"Maybe a little part of me is sad about it. But I'm really happy for her.
Don't worry. I meant to do this even before she told me."
"This kid will have one dad and four mothers."
She looked around the limo at the other girls, smiling.
"You can't have too much love."
"No," I said hugging her, "you can't."
THE END
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