Love Unexpected part 2: Incidents of Taylor

By Invid Fan
©2011

(MF FF Mult cons rom lac preg)

Love Unexpected:
1.Tip a Canoe and Taylor Too
2.Incidents of Taylor
3.Taylor Con
4.Ghosts of Fort Niagara
5.Violets Are...

****

	Fred didn’t know this hospital.

	This was a good thing, in his opinion. As he quickly walked down the third floor hallway looking for room 308, Fred hoped to never know the fastest way to get to the cafeteria, where the ice machine was, which shift had the most intelligent nurses. To be well versed in these things meant that a loved one was dying in one of these white rooms, that the hospital had become a second home. It had happened to him too many times in the past decade, and he’d do anything to prevent it from occurring again.

	Taylor.

	He stood in the open doorway to 308, and saw her in the bed next to the window. His Taylor. 

	“Fred!”

	The slight brown haired woman sat up quickly, a surprised ecstatic expression on her face. The light blue gown clung to her slight curves, not flattering her to be certain but Fred had seen enough of what was concealed in the past month to feel a stirring none the less. Her green eyes were wide, and thin arms outstretched towards him. As he quickly closed the distance, he noticed the I.V. tube attached to her left arm.

	Taylor’s arms went around Fred as he leaned down for a slow, welcoming kiss. His right hand stroked her hair, which he often felt had a life of its own given it was almost half as long as she was. His left caressed her arm. She seemed so fragile, but he knew there was strength in her. He only hoped he had some left.

	Breaking the kiss, Taylor pushed him back a bit and looked at him in surprised wonder.

	“Why are you here? How did you find out?”

	“I called him.”

	Looking over, Fred saw a tall black woman sitting next to the bed. She had on black slacks and a white blouse, and a name tag from the same supermarket Taylor worked at. She stood.

	“I didn’t want to leave you alone here, so I borrowed your phone and called the first number I saw. I obviously picked correctly,” she added with a smile. “I really have to get back.”

	“Thank you,” said Taylor, “for everything.” Fred shook the woman’s hand, liking her instantly, then turned back to Taylor as they found themselves alone. He pulled the now vacated chair up closer, and held Taylor’s hand in both of his. They were both silent.

	“So… how was your day?”

	Taylor burst out laughing, and he grinned and squeezed her hand. When she quieted down, he went on.

	“What happened?”

	“Oh, it’s nothing to be worried about,” she sighed. lying down again. It was easier to not look him in the eye like that. “They say it was just a small blood clot…”

	Fred was on his feet in an instant, his hands tightening on hers as the chair skidded back a few inches but didn’t fall over. No, not this. anything but this. She refused to meet his gaze, not wanting to see the pain and fear. They had only been together for a month, and he still wasn’t even two months into his grieving for Lisa. Did the gods hate him that much? Should he stop caring for anyone if it would only lead to their death?

	Finally letting out a breath, Fred sighed and loosened his grip. He looked around the room. On the stand next to him was a battered paperback he recognized. Taylor was not a reader, nor did she consider herself smart, but in an attempt to impress him had taken to reading some of his favorite books and had surprised herself by loving them. She was already up to the fourth Rift War book (third, if you considered the first had been split in two for later printings), and he was so proud of this woman ten years his junior. Parts of her she had never known about were awakening, and just as she was soaking up new knowledge and seeking new challenges he was learning as well. Her paintings were wonderful, and while he had enjoyed a good picture before a whole new appreciation of art was opening up. Next thing you knew he’d be listening to classical music instead of Rush…

	“I’m sorry, Fred….” He looked down at his love, and saw her looking back with such a sad expression. She looked so much like the little girl she fought not to be, and Fred reached a hand over and caressed her cheek. She nuzzled him back.

	“It’s not your fault,” he smiled, his heart up in his throat. He couldn’t lose her.

	“They have some blood thinners in me. The clot was in my leg, and they got to it in time. They say if I change my prescription…”

	“No.”

	Fred was gazing out the window as he said it, and Taylor looked at him with shock. His expression was firm. He had made up his mind, and no argument of hers would sway him.

	“But… the new birth control…”

	“NO! No….” He turned to her, the pain returning to his eyes, and once again she felt her heart swell. She never wanted to see pain in those eyes again. “That’s what they told Lisa. I’m not going to lose you too.” Taylor sat up, and put her hands on either side of his head. He had to bend down a bit to let her.

	“So… we use other means?” He took both her hands in his and held them together between them.

	“Do you love me?”

	Her eyes widened. They had never used that word. Both had been through too much, and had wanted to make sure this wasn’t just about sex and rebounds. Both had agreed to wait, having only a half dozen dates since their return from that fateful canoe trip even as they talked every night. Both knew they were in love, but were unworthy of the affections of the other. 

	“Yes… oh, yes…”

	“Would you live with me?”

	“Yes…”

	She closed her eyes. To be with him, to stay with him…

	“Would… would you stop using birth control, and let what happens happen?”

	Her breathing stopped. He was asking… GOD! She had dreamed about this, picturing her small frame swollen with his child, of even nursing his son while she rode him in an attempt bring another life into the world. To be his… woman.

	“I love you, Taylor. Would you have my children?”

	“Oh god, YES!” She flung herself into his arms, almost tearing out the I.V.. “I love you!!”

	The nurse found them like that a few minutes later, and quietly left the room to give them more time. It was the shift with the intelligent nurses.

****

	Taylor wandered into their library.

	She liked the sound of that. ‘Their Library’. She lived in a house with its own library. As a kid such a thing had seemed a place of fantasy: this house in a movie had a dungeon, that one had a library, and this castle was full of secret passages. Real people didn’t live in places like that. It was a small library, she had to admit, just an unused bedroom in this small city house, but once she set foot in it Taylor understood. For someone like Fred, it was almost a shrine to knowledge and no house could be a home without it. It was coming to be the same for her. Her hands ran down a shelf of books, science works by Gardner and Randi. There was so much to explore in here, and once the baby came she’d raise them in a world of books.

	Taylor once again looked down and rubbed her belly. Their baby. 

	Laughing, she brought her attention back to the matter at hand. There would be time to talk to her unborn bundle of joy later, a full 6 months. Now she wanted to find that book Fred had mentioned she should read before the trip. Let’s see, this was the non-fiction side, and history was up… Ah, there it was. “Incidents of Travel in Central America, Chiapas and Yucatan”, by John Stephens. They liked their long titles back in 1841, didn’t they? She took down the softcover of volume one, then paused to run her hands above the cover of the battered second edition hard cover next to it. No way she was touching that without him here. She went back out to the living room and settled into a chair.

	Two hours later she was startled by the front door opening, and quickly jumped up and ran over to greet her mate properly. That was how she had come to think of Fred- her ‘mate’. Not husband, as they hadn’t married and were in no hurry to do so. Not friend or lover, although he was that and so much more. No, when Taylor thought of her love, she saw him the way she imagined a female animal saw her alpha male. He was her Lord.

	Fred tended to view this aspect of his lover with tolerant amusement. If it made her happy, and didn’t take either of them to places they weren’t comfortable with, let her have her fantasy. She was his equal in his eye. 

	As she came running to him he picked her up and gave Taylor a quick, loving kiss, then put her down with a groan that was only half acting.

	“Damn, woman, what do you have in there? You’re heavy!” Laughing, Taylor put his hands on her belly under her shirt and moved them over her. They stood like that for a full minute, eyes saying all that need to be said. Finally, Fred removed his hands, leaned down to give her another quick kiss, then leaned back and stretched his back. 

	“Gah. Thank the gods it’s the weekend. I was ready ship 4th period off to military school.”

	“Awww….” Taylor put her arms around him, nuzzling her face into his chest. Suddenly she raised her head in alarm. “I forgot to start dinner!” Off she ran to the kitchen, leaving a laughing Fred in the entryway.

	With the sounds of pots and pans banging out from around the corner, he picked up his brief case and put it on the office desk then wandered into the living room to check out the paintings. Taylor had set up the new easel he had gotten her by the bay window, and the last in a series of three works was still there. She’s getting better, he thought. Fred honestly didn’t know all of what had gone on in her life before they met that fateful night, but she was blossoming before his eyes. His eyes flicked down to the first two paintings sitting against the wall, then back to the almost finished canvas. Blossoming, and getting deeper. The three pictures depicted the Princess Carline from Raymond Feist’s books as she may have been when she first learned of the death of each of her three loves. From the teen girl in the throes of her first tragic heartbreak, to the young adult who has seen the cost of war and finds herself once again paying the price, and finally to the thirty something who knows, in this society, she will be alone for the rest of her life. Taylor had let out a cry and tossed the book to the ground in denial when she had gotten to that scene. For whatever reason that character had touched her soul, and now she was pouring her soul back into the character.

	He looked into Carline’s eyes. What he saw… 

	“Oh!”

	Spell broken, he turned to look at Taylor who had walked in. She had put a Strawberry Shortcake apron on, and was holding a can of green beans. She gave him a shy smile, always nervous when he was looking at her art. 

	“It’s not done yet. I got distracted reading, but I still have to do some of the background…” She trailed off as Fred turned to give the painting another look. He turned to her, smiling.

	“I’m buying these three when you’re done.” She blew a raspberry.

	“Yeah, right. Beans OK for dinner?”

****

	“The one thing that’s bothering me about that book,” Taylor said, playing with her fork, “is the racism. I mean, you were right and it’s great, and funny as hell, but I mean!” Fred swallowed down his fish and laughed.

	“I know. Actually, the racism is what I love about it.” She gave him a funny look, which he expected, so he went on half in teacher mode. “I mean, look at it. It’s a first person account of his travels in Central America in 1840. Everyone in the US was racist, and he’s traveling around a land where Black slaves have been freed and everyone is of mixed race. So what does the writer do? He portrays himself as someone who spouts racist views as if they were truth but then has everyone around him looking much better in comparison. I mean, take that dinner scene with the British officer in the beginning. They seat him between two half black guys and laugh at him for coming from a slave country, and the narrator has to admit his companions seemed as civilized as anyone. To me, at least, it’s as subversive as can be.”

	“Huh.” She thought about it for a minute, then nodded. “I see what you mean. It’s just… unexpected nowadays.”

	Fred sighed.

	“That’s the problem. How can you understand the past if it’s censored? I mean, the copies you’re reading are from the 1960’s because all newer printings edit out all the race stuff and just leave in the history and archeology. Bullshit! Remove the context, and what’s left is just random data.” Fred took a drink. “And that is my rant for the evening.”

	Taylor laughed, and took her own drink of water. 

	“So when does he get to the Mayan ruins we’re going to?”

	“Not till the end. He goes to Merida, the city we’ll be staying in, at the end of the second volume where he also goes to Uxmal. It’s not till the second two volumes that he goes to Chichen Itza.”

	Taylor just stared at him, jaw dropping.

	“I have to read HOW much in two weeks?!?”

	Fred got a twinkle in his eye.

	“Oh, I’ll make it worth your while…”

****

	Taylor groaned.

	She was on all fours nude on the bedroom rug. Raising her ass in invitation and submission, she was trembling waiting for him to take her. Her long brown hair lay along her back, like a mane, or reigns. She could feel her mate caressing her round bottom, and she moaned again. God, the things he made her feel with the slightest touch. Suddenly she felt a hand gather the ends of her hair, and then with a thrust he was in her. She pushed back and shuddered. The cock that had created her child was fully in her again, filling her completely. Holding her ass still with one hand, the other pulling slightly on her hair to force her head up, Fred pulled out almost to the tip then slammed into her. He was going hard and fast tonight, and unable to move her body she closed her eyes and swung her head back and forth at the limit of her taut hair.

	This is what she wanted. Her Mate was breeding her. He was going to give her his seed, over and over, and she would give him as many babies as she could. Eyes unseeing her head turned to the right and she imagined another bitch naked there, waiting for her turn to be serviced by the alpha male. 

	Taylor’s breathing quickened. A pack of women, being bred by her mate. All of them pregnant by him…

	She came, raising her head in a half scream. Taylor clamped down on his cock, and after a half dozen more strokes he released into her. Releasing her hair, he stopped thrusting and caressed her back and ass. Her head dropped to the ground, arms barely able to keep her on all fours, and she imagined his seed rushing past their baby in her womb.

	“Oh, Taylor, my love…” Fred just knelt there behind her, and they both slowly came back down to Earth.

	“Fred…” 

	Taylor then gave a silent chuckle. “I wonder if I should tell him about THIS fantasy?”

****

	Fred looked around the hotel room, then tossed the bags on the floor. Walking over to the single queen sized bed, he fell over onto his face, bouncing twice before coming to a stop. A loud snoring sound was soon heard, which got him a laugh and a light swat on the butt. He turned over to see Taylor standing next to him with a tired expression on her face. 

	“Is air travel always that bad?” She sat down next to him with a plop, and as Fred sat up she leaned against his large frame. It had been a long day. Thirteen hours with two layovers, the second being four hours in Texas. That was too long to be in Texas. “I wanna sleep….”

	Fred looked at the clock. 9:35 PM. He closed his eyes, did some mental calculations, carried the one, then sighed.

	“No, we really should go out and take a quick walk.”

	“But whyyyyyyyyyy?” Taylor used her best little girl voice, but Fred’s complaining had never worked on his father while on vacation so he wasn’t about to let such outbursts affect him today. He reached up and petted her head.

	“Well, first, if things are still open we can get a jump on things. I’d love to find out the best way to get to the various Mayan sites. Second, and more importantly, I’m starved. Come on, don’t you want your first meal in a foreign country?”

	“Doesn’t eating in Canada count?” Taylor looked up at him, pleading. “I guess not. Sigh… OK, you win. You big meanie.”

	Five minutes later they were walking back out into the warm night air. 

	Merida was the largest, well maybe the only, city in the Yucatan Mexico. About a two hour bus ride from the tourist Mecca of Cancun, it was more up Fred’s alley than that tourist trap. Not only did it have an historic old city to explore, but from there you could easily go out to the ancient ruins that were his passion. No beaches, though. Taylor would just have to deal.

	The hotel, sort of a mid range affair, was just inside the old city. A few blocks to the right the streets became modern and sterile, with the occasional attempt to mimic the past. Turning to the left, though, led you into the heart of the city, the part with hundreds of years of history, of building and rebuilding. Narrow stone paved streets, lined with three story stucco covered buildings. Fred and Taylor walked down these hand in hand, the way well lit, just enjoying each other’s company. Taylor noticed other couples, including teens, and the odd smattering of tourists. Passing one small plaza ringed by statues and columns, she saw every shadow contained a young couple standing and kissing. They were ignored by the world around them, society respecting their illusion of privacy due to the lack of any other place for them to go. She squeezed Fred’s hand.

	After a few blocks they found themselves at the edge of the main plaza, and Taylor was enchanted. The large square was full of trees, benches, and happy people. To the left was a huge stone church, its doors open although she wasn’t sure if there was a mass. A series of archways ran down two sides of the plaza, behind which were shops and such. Fred was looking that way, and gave a happy shout.

	“A tourist place! And the door’s open!” He pulled her along, and Taylor was very amused to see this side of him. Fred had warned her that sightseeing to him was serious business, and this 33 year old’s inner child was out in full force. And this was probably just the beginning…

	They had caught the helpful employees five minutes before they were going to lock the doors for the night, and ten minutes later Fred led her out holding a bag full of pamphlets and maps. You’d think they had just been in a toy store. Soon they were seated in a small restaurant and going over their loot.

	“So,” said Fred, taking a swig from the bottle of water, “I say we start by doing Chichen Itza tomorrow. Bus station is only a half hour walk from here and the first bus leaves at 8 AM, so…”

	“Nooo!” Taylor gave her little girl pout, which wasn’t much different than her normal pout except she wasn’t serious when she used it. 

	“Suck it up.”

	She raised an eyebrow at this.

	“Right here? Only if we get to sleep in!”

	“Ha!” Fred just grinned at her. Leaning back in his chair, he looked around and gave a content sigh. “My parents use to take us on tons of vacations. Dad drove, to save money, and we usually camped for the same reason. They didn’t buy expensive luxuries, but instead took us to see incredible places. I wouldn’t change that experience for anything.” He raised an eyebrow at Taylor. “So, if you’re going to be my woman you’re going to have to adapt. Our kids are going to go through the same thing and I’ll need you on my side.”

	Grinning, she leaned over and took his hand.

	“So, this trip is to break me in, is it?”

****

	He carried her into the hotel room, closing the door with his foot. Fred almost threw her onto the bed, but quickly ruled that out and instead dropped her three inches onto the mattress. Taylor looked up at him with lust in her eyes, and he let his roam over her. The white perfect skin, the baby doll t-shirt and denim shorts… the shirt had to go. Standing on the floor next to her, he grabbed the bottom of the blue t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, but when he got to her wrists he suddenly twisted and tied it, causing her to give a surprised cry. Her eyes followed his every move as he softly ran his hands back down her arms, down her sides, then up to her naked breasts. They already looked a little bigger, and he gently explored each square inch to check. Maybe the taste had changed. He leaned down and went back over them with his tongue. No, she was sweaty and trembling, but that was normal. Fred’s mouth slowly made its way down to her belly, and she moaned as he kissed the slight swell. The denim was in his way, so he paused to remove it and everything else below the waist. 

	As he removed the last sock her legs fell onto the bed already spread, and Fred followed through on this end by running his hands up each leg, meeting at her pink slit. Taylor had offered to re-grow her bush, as he actually liked how that looked, but for now he liked her the way he had found her. Well, with the addition of a baby inside her. His hands move over her smooth skin and then into the hot wetness. She was bucking at him, wanting more, and he had the sudden thought that he needed rope. Now that would be something to ask the hotel desk for! Smiling, he grabbed her legs and lowered his head to taste her. 

	Taylor’s eyes were closed, and she just concentrated on each jolt of pleasure. Her cries and moans seemed to be a second language, correctly interpreted by her lover… ahh, left…. ohh, harder… toes curled against his back, keep doing that. Finally she just shuddered… five seconds… ten. Then she collapsed, and Fred moved to undress and lay down next to her. He undid her arms, and she rolled into him.

	“How am I suppose to walk all day tomorrow after that?” she asked. Taylor was still shaking, so he ran his hands gently over her back, giving her bottom the attention it deserved as well. 

	“It won’t happen again if you don’t.” 

	Taylor gave her little girl pout again at this.

	“That’s not fair!”

	His hands moved up to her shoulders and gently indicated a downward direction.

	“Suck me, and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

	He didn’t.

****

	The pyramid was… incredible.

	Fred just had to stop as soon as it came into view. The path from the visitor’s center curved through the jungle trees, one minute nothing but green in front of you and the next the huge open clearing with the step pyramid in the center. Long wide staircases led up to the very top, and seeing that tourists were already up there Fred knew the first thing he was going to do.

	“My god….” Taylor was speechless beside him, her shoulder bag with their drinks and such in it almost slipping to the ground before she caught it. She finally understood. 

	“No, not your god, and you may want to be thankful for that.” Fred smiled down at her, and took Taylor’s hand. “I don’t think they required virgins for their sacrifices so if someone offers to take you to a church service here politely refuse.”

	Laughing, she let him lead the way into the city. 

	From the top, the view was even better. They walked around, and through, the small temple that capped the pyramid, often pausing to just stand and stare in wonder or take a photo. In one direction was a huge mass of free standing columns, ending at another large temple. Turning right from that you could see the observatory popping out from the jungle, and he wondered how much more beautiful it would have seemed to Stephens and his artist friend Frederick Catherwood when there was NO clearings at all. There is something to just leaving a ruin in its natural state.

	The decent was more interesting than the climb, as there were no hand holds apart from a rope they had strung up the middle of the stair case. Fred opted to climb down on all fours backwards. Dignity doesn’t matter to the dead!

	The rest of the morning was spent exploring. Fred had chosen not to hire a guide, as family tradition was just to wander around at your own pace. You may learn less, but it’s much more fun. They climbed up inside the main structure, after which Fred decided losing a few pounds might be good. He was rather pissed at those with him in that ancient holy chamber. The Mayans built over old holy sites instead of tearing them down, and at the center of the pyramid was an alter, protected from the elements. Next to it was a sign, saying not to take flash photos so as not to damage the sensitive paints. So what do the bozos do? They all whip out their cameras. The historian in him wanted to bash their heads in. 

	By early afternoon, Fred and Taylor had seen most of the site. They were wandering along the edge of the cleared jungle, still laughing about the bats. Taylor had stood inside a darkened doorway for a photo, only to have someone point above her shouting “Look at the bats!” Fred doubted she had ever moved so fast before.

	In front of them now were row after row of round stone columns, up on a stone slab maybe six inches thick. The columns themselves rose maybe ten or twelve feet, towering over Fred and numbering in the hundreds. Seeing them excited the artist in Taylor, and she ordered Fred off a ways next to one so she could compose a photo the way she wanted. Tired but in good spirits, he complied.

	As Fred approached the columns, he was startled to hear… a baby cry. 

	He paused. There it was again, somewhat muffled as if someone was trying to silence the infant. Walking to the side a bit, he tried to get a better view, and with the third cry saw the shape of someone sitting against the back side of the last column before the jungle took over.

	Taylor was quickly walking up behind him, a question on her lips, but seeing how he was moving slowly she kept quiet. When she came near he pointed to what was now obviously a young woman and a baby, and she nodded. Taking his hand, they walked towards her.

	The woman was crying. She was young, maybe close to Taylor’s age although of a larger and curvier build, with black hair falling just past her shoulders and light brown skin. She had on a white blouse, of the style they’d seen other locals wear, and faded jeans. The baby, clad in a cloth diaper, was feeding on her right breast, and as she rocked back and forth in the shadow of the column tears just flowed from her eyes. 

	Taylor gave Fred a look, squeezing his hand, and he looked up into the sky with exasperation. Was Lisa going to drop beautiful women in distress in front of him everywhere he went? His hand got another squeeze to get his attention, so he put his mind to the matter at hand. Leaning over, he whispered to Taylor.

****

	The woman looked up at the noise, and saw a young girl slowly walking towards her. She was pale, almost white, and so thin for a moment Anita though she was a spirit. The black t-shirt, with the odd name ‘Nightwish’ written in blue, and the denim shorts however marked her as part of the real world. This oddly made her even more scared, and she tightened her grip on her daughter who kept emptying her breast. The stranger stopped, smiled a nervous but real smile, and with both hands outlined the curve of her belly. Anita was only confused for a moment before realizing that this too was a mother. She tried to dry her eyes with her free hand. Too much was going on. She just wanted…

	Looking up, she saw the girl was now kneeling a few feet in front of her. She was older than Anita had thought, with long brown hair that almost touched the ground. She was holding out a tissue, and it took a second for Anita to figure out why. Giving a faint smile in thanks, she took it, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. A fussing baby indicated meal time was over, so dropping the tissue to the ground she put her breast back inside, brought her baby up for a quick burp, then left her pressed against her chest. Looking up, the newcomer was smiling at her with one hand on her own belly. 

	“She’s beautiful.”

	Anita almost jumped at the sound. Well, that solved the question of where this girl was from. Her English was OK, but trust an American to not bother to check.

	“Do you speak English?” Anita smiled at that question. Give the girl a chance to ask before assuming she’s arrogant!

	“Yes, some.” The stranger smiled.

	“Good. My Spanish is horrible. I’m Taylor.”

	“Anita.” The two nodded at each other. Anita was still too wary for a hand shake.

	“And sitting behind me so you don’t get nervous is my boyfriend, Fred.” Anita’s eyes shot up and saw him over Taylor’s head. He was sitting 20 feet away next to a canvas tote bag, watching both them and the rest of the visible area. He was somewhat heavy set, wearing a black shirt with some writing on it, jeans, and a blue hat with a yellow buffalo. When he saw her attention was on him he smiled, tipping his hat.

	“Fred was afraid he might scare you, if your problems were due to some guy.” Taylor blushed, indicating some history here. “He’s nice like that. Plus,” she went on, “there was always the chance you were bait in some evil scheme. He’s silly like that as well.”

	“Caution is good.” She was now trying to figure out how to get away from these people. This wasn’t helping. No one could help. She had to…

	Anita looked down at her baby again and the tears came back. The stranger started to reach for her, and she reared back, pressing against the stone column.

	“Go away!” She whispered in a harsh voice. Anita closed her eyes. Why couldn’t they see… she just wanted to do what she had to do.

	“Let us help.” It was a male voice, and close. Her eyes shot open and she saw the man was now sitting next to and slightly behind the girl. His black shirt said “I’m a Professional, but not at this”, and his brown eyes looked at her with pity and kindness. She wanted neither. Anita started to make a move to stand, when suddenly the man’s eyes got wide and his hand went to his girl’s bare leg, gripping it tightly. 

	“Tell us why you have to do it.”

	She froze, looking back in horror. The girl in front of her looked at him in puzzlement.

	“Fred? What is she going to do.”

	He kept his gaze on Anita, glancing down at the now sleeping form in her arms then back, his hand caressing his companion’s leg.

	“She is alone, with no place to go, hoping nobody will see her in this far off corner. Later, when few are around, she will walk to the giant water filled sink hole we saw, where the Mayans use to make sacrifices, and…”

	“No!” Taylor cried.

	“Go Away!!!”

	“Not until you tell us why,” he continued. “Not until we know.”

	Anita collapsed into a ball, holding her baby to her chest. no no no no no…. her throat was suddenly parched, and looking up she tried to speak but couldn’t. In an instant the girl (Taylor?) was beside her, arms going around her in unwanted comfort, and the man Fred had his water bottle out and held to her lips. Instinctively she took it and drank. The coolness flowed through her… she hadn’t realized how bad she had let herself get out here. How dehydrated.

	“I want to tell you a story,” the man said. She was drawn to his eyes. “There once was a flood, and a man was trapped on the roof of his house. He cried out in prayer to God to save him from this, to bring him to safety. An old rowboat came by with a neighbor in it, and the neighbor told him, ‘Jump in the boat and I will save you!’ The man shook his head, and said that god would save him. He prayed again. A little while later a larger boat with a dozen people on board came by. ‘Come with us’, they cried, ‘there’s plenty of room!’ But he said no, he trusted in God. Soon after a small Navy ship sailed by, but yet again the man stayed, yelling out to God ‘Save Me!’ But the water kept rising, and in the end it rose above the roof and the man drown.”

	Fred reached his hand out and caressed the baby’s head, then took one of Anita’s lifeless hands.

	“When the man got to heaven, he ran up to God and yelled, ‘I prayed to you to save me! Why did you let me die?’ God looked down in pity at the poor fool, and replied… ‘I sent you three boats.”

	“I can’t say we’re from God, but… let us help.”

****

	It had started with a touch.

	Anita had been proud of her job, desk clerk at age 24 of the Hotel Mayaland. She was good at it, she met people from around the world, and as it was right inside the park she could walk around the wonders of Chichen Itza every day and commune with the spirits of her ancestors. She loved her life.

	Then… he had come. A new manager for the hotel, attractive, confident… and with eyes only for her. His hands had brushed Anita’s when reaching for a room key, and she felt a jolt right down to her soul. She gave herself to him that very evening, and every one from then on. She loved him.

	When she discovered she was with child, he was ecstatic. He wanted a son. He put her in an un-renovated room at the hotel, so she could be close to him, so she gave up her apartment. When the doctor said she was carrying a daughter, she figured telling him could wait. After all, what difference would it make? Her family disowned her for having a child like this, but he loved her. Love was all that mattered. Love and the baby.

	A few days before the birth, he was forced to go off for a month. Business. She gave birth to a beautiful girl… but in the letters just let him assume it was a son. Best to tell him in person, right? He would understand…

	“He… he told me to get rid of it! Get rid of it and give him a son! When I said no… today he fired me. Kicked me out of my room. I spent all my money on the baby!!!” Anita took a fist and punched her head. “Stupid stupid stupid! Why?!? Why did I?!?”

	“Shhhh….”

	Fred lifted Anita up and put her in his lap. She didn’t resist, but instead put her face into his chest and cried. Taylor just gazed at Fred, memories of when that was her flooding her thoughts. Fred looked down at his new companion. She was probably three or four inches taller than Taylor, but much fuller with soft curves. He ran a hand down her back, speaking softly.

	“It’s OK. It’s not your fault. We’ll help you and your baby… what’s her name?”

	Anita raised her head, sniffling.

	“Violet. After the girl in ‘The Incredibles’.” Fred couldn’t help but grin down at the beautiful mother in his arms.

	“That’s a beautiful name.”

	The three of them sat like that for a few more minutes, then Fred sat Anita up and she slid off his lap, embarrassed. Violet was starting to stir, so Taylor asked if she could hold her. She immediately started practicing how to spoil a baby. 

	“OK,” Fred said, putting his arms back and stretching his back. “We have to decide what to do, at least what to do today. Anita, do you have anyone you can go to?”

	“I… no.” She hung her head. There was nobody she wanted to burden with all this.

	“Well… it’s just an idea, but… our hotel is in Merida. Do you think that might be a place where you could find a job, or at least help?”

	“Merida? I don’t know…”

	“You can stay with us for a day or three, we’re here till Sunday. I’ll see if the hotel can put a cot in our room,” he added, seeing her look. “I never make advances on women I save the first evening.” She surprised herself by laughing.

	“What about the second night?”

	Fred gave a smirking glance at Taylor.

	“Going by experience, by that time they’ve fallen head over heels for me and just jump me themselves.”

	Taylor managed to turn a brand new shade of red at that.

****

	Within the hour they were on one of the last buses back to the city. Fred had gotten a funny look when buying just a one way ticket, but he claimed to have lost his. Being a stupid tourist was an excuse they were happy to believe. There were only two seats on each side of the aisle, so he had Taylor, Anita and the baby sit together and he sat behind them. 

	Gods, what a day.

	What the hell was he going to do? Could he, really, do anything? Who knows. He put his head back and just enjoyed the air conditioning. He could hear the two women getting to know each other, although they were too quiet for him to pick up the actual words. Probably for the best. Taylor’s opinions about him could be… embarrassing. He hoped her secret fantasy about her being part of his breeding harem didn’t come up. Oh, yes, he knew about that one. Hard not to, when she unknowingly speaks about it during sex. It was a fun idea, but come on, really… then again, he never thought he’d be starting to get into restraining her either.

	It was about 6 PM when they got to the bus station, and after a quick feeding of the baby they went on a shopping spree. Baby stroller that could double as a bed, diapers, clothes for Anita… it’s amazing how little two women can spend when they know exactly what they want and one of them doesn’t want to be in debt to the one paying. Fred still sighed when he got the bill, although partly out of theatrics. They found a rather nice restaurant on the way back to the hotel, and ended up at a table half on a balcony overlooking the stone lined street. The waiter was definitely giving Fred an interesting look when he took their order, what with him dining with two beautiful young females, one pregnant and the other with a 5 week old. Must think him quite the stud.

	“So you teach?” Anita asked, looking much better then she had a couple hours ago. She had changed into a short blue dress, which did nothing to hide her curves. Fred and Taylor were still in tourist garb, much to Taylor’s annoyance.

	“Yup. 7th grade U.S. History.”

	“Hmm…” She picked at what was left of her salad. “Teach anything about Mexico?” 

	“Well, the war, but I assume the way I teach it is a little different than how they cover it in your schools.” She laughed.

	“Most likely.”

	“Am I right that you’re Mayan?”

	“Yes,” she said, happily surprised. “My family says they go back before the conquest, that there are Kings in our past.”

	“Ah!” Fred exclaimed, leaning forward. “So, if we take you to Uxmal, you can show us all the secret passages and the secret words to get in!” Taylor was watching this exchange with amusement, and Anita shot her a glance before leaning towards Fred.

	“Yes! In fact…” She leaned closer, just a few inches away. Her cleavage suddenly became a third party in the conversation. “…do you want to hear what the secret word is?” He leaned closer, and she put her red lips right up to his ear.

	“OPEN!” She shouted.

	Fred pulled his head back with a cry, and Taylor almost fell off her chair laughing. Anita sat back, an impish grin on her face. Laughing, Fred pointed at her and said to Taylor,

	“I like this one.”

****

	The hotel room door closed.

	The new cot had been set up in front of the TV, which didn’t leave much walking room but nobody cared much. The woman at the hotel desk had been helpful when a version of the situation had been explained to her, and Fred was only being charged an extra $15 a night. Not bad. He took off his shoes and socks, and sat in the one comfy chair in the room. There wasn’t much to their accommodations.  Bed, TV, bathroom, and a desk which now held the baby bed. They did have a concrete balcony though with high walls and a hot tub, and both girls were eying it. There hadn’t been a chance to test if out before.

	“So, Fred…”

	“Yes, my love?”

	“Wanna play in the hot tub?” Taylor gave a sexy smile, and enough hidden promises in that question to bring Fred to full attention. He raised an eyebrow, and glanced at Anita.

	“We have a guest. No playing tonight.”

	“I bet she’d like a nice soak as well.” Taylor took Anita’s hand, and smiled at her. The older girl blushed a bit, and smiling looked down at the floor.

	“We didn’t get me a bathing suit…” Her protest didn’t have much behind it, and Fred was beginning to wonder if this was all planned.

	“That’s OK, Fred and I didn’t bring any ourselves…”

	“Taylor.”

	She looked at him, startled. He stood up and walked over to her, putting his hands on her small shoulders. Taylor looked up at him nervously, wondering if he was going to take her to task. Fred probably should. He looked over at Anita, and saw something in her eye that made him change his mind.

	“Taylor, she’s been through a lot. Talk it over for a few minutes.” He smiled down at her then, and brushed her hair back from her face a bit. “I’m going to start the hot tub up and get in. If someone wants to join me later I’ll be up for that.” Fred gave her butt a quick squeeze, then turned and walked out the glass doors. He studied the instructions and started things, keeping half an eye on the room. The two girls talked for a bit, then moved out of sight. Shrugging, he removed his clothes and got in.

	“Ah….”

	A couple minutes later he heard the glass doors open, and looking up he saw Taylor and Anita walking out onto the deck wearing blue towels. They stopped just far enough away that they were fully visible. Taylor played with the end of the towel.

	“May we join you?”

	“Always.”

	Both towels dropped. 

	They were an example in contrasts. Pure white skin and light chocolate. Thin boney limbs and smooth full curves. Small firm tits and large slightly sagging breasts. Long brown hair and short black. Smooth shaved pelvis and a thick, black triangle.

	“You’re both beautiful.”

	They smiled, and after they’d posed enough walked towards him. He moved aside in the water and first Taylor then Anita stepped up and into the tub. They spaced themselves evenly, nervous, not touching. Taylor leaned back, just enjoying the jets, and the others followed suit. 

	“Fred…” He looked towards Anita.

	“Fred, I want… I want to thank you for today. I… you, and Taylor, you were a friend and… I didn’t know how much I needed a friend. Thank you.” Once again her eyes were full of tears, but this time it was for the right reasons.

	“It was an honor.”

	She hesitated again, then asked,

	“Can I hug you?”

	For an answer Fred held out his hand, and taking it Anita pulled herself into his side. Her soft body melted against his harder one, and their arms went around each other. Pulling her head back slightly, Anita looked into his eyes for a moment then leaned in and kissed him. It was the sweetest kiss he had ever felt, offering love and friendship in equal parts. Their lips parted, tongues just barely touching. 

	She pulled back, and Fred reached up and followed the line of her jaw bone with his finger. Turning in his embrace, Anita looked at Taylor who was open mouthed and close to touching herself.

	“Taylor, thank you for today. I never knew I could find a friend like you. May I hug you?”

	She held out her hand, and Taylor flowed over to her and they embraced, creating an Anita sandwich. Very hesitantly, Anita brought Taylor’s face up to hers and they kissed. It was obviously new to her, but Taylor went slow and poured so much love into it Anita soon lost any concern about the gender of her lovers. 

	Fred watched them for a moment, then ran his hands along Anita’s sides, then up to cup her breasts. They were large, over flowing his hands, and he explored the experience. His lips went to the back of her neck, and when he nibbled she broke her kiss with Taylor and gasped. Turning, she kissed him again, this time with full open mouth and hands roaming. Taylor took her turn exploring the naked back before her, and her lips traveled back and forth along her neck and shoulders. 

	“I want…” Anita’s weight started to shift towards Fred, and sensing this he half picked her up and moved her so she was straddling his legs, his now hard cock between them and resting on her stomach. She reached down with both hands and examined it, testing the size and hardness. Fred put his hand on her shoulder and asked, 

	“Are you sure?”

	She nodded. A sudden flash of information made it into his blood starved brains.

	“Has it been long enough since…”

	She nodded again, and looking Fred in the eye raised her body up seven inches, then down. They both groaned. Anita then gasped when a pair of hands from behind grabbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. The hands started to lift the breasts, and Anita raised herself up trying to stay ahead of them. Then suddenly the hands started pulling her breasts down, and she lowered herself. Up, and down, Taylor controlled the speed of their fucking. When Anita started increasing the speed on her own, Taylor moved to their side and kissed first one of them then the other, almost to the point of cuming herself. 

	“Oh, Dios…!”

	Anita was almost there, moving as fast as she could, her breasts flopping and spraying a small bit of milk out onto Fred’s chest. When Taylor moved to lick him clean, Fred could no longer hold it. He let go into Anita, grabbing her hips. She felt his seed and came herself, more powerful than any she’d felt before. She seemed to ripple around his hardness for ages, although it was probably seconds. Finally she collapsed into Fred’s arms, and Taylor put her arms around both of them. 

	Wearily, Fred turned to his love and mate.

	“She followed me home, can I keep her?”

***

	He had a family.

	That’s the only way Fred could describe the feelings he had as the three of them made their way through the streets of Merida. Well, five, although two weren’t doing much walking and one of those really couldn’t see all that much from where they were. They had slept late, partly due to being awoken at various points by Violet and partly due to the resulting time up together leading to sex. He didn’t know how common that was among new parents, but this wasn’t a common situation. 

	Fred looked down at Anita, who was walking on his left holding onto his arm while he pushed the carriage. He could see what had attracted the scumbag manager, as there was such life and sparkle in her face and eyes. Her body also moved in rather interesting ways, her hips setting a tempo that made you want to do more than dance. But they had also talked long into the night, and the mind in her was incredibly sharp. She was well read, even if she tended to limit herself to a few subjects, and she was quick to see the humor in things. If she had a habit of not seeing the truth about certain men… well, it was a common flaw.

	He was falling in love.

	Fred glanced to his right at Taylor, who was possessively holding onto his right arm. Her light body was practically bouncing, and she kept a constant stream of conversation going through him to Anita. He had known that Taylor had at least been with women in the past. As she had said once, sort of quoting Kathleen Turner in ‘Romancing the Stone’, “Hey, I went to college”. He also knew of her harem/breeding pack fantasy. But…that she showed no jealousy still surprised him. That she could still surprise him, made Fred love her even more. She seemed to be falling for the brown skinned beauty as well, and she was completely taken with Violet. Was this fate?

	Once again Fred wondered if he should thank/blame Lisa or some other spiritual agent. He had no beliefs in that area, but it was a fun way to personify blind chance and luck.

	“So,” Taylor said, turning her face up to him and interrupting her girl talk, “where to next?” They had made it to the main plaza, from which all roads flowed. Today was an explore the town day, with no plans to deal at all with the future. It was also Thanksgiving, and they would certainly be doing that. Tomorrow they would think about Anita’s situation.

	Fred let go of the baby carriage handle and got out the guide book. Anita took this time to check on her little girl, who promptly tried to eat her finger. Taylor gave the infant a mock growl.

	“Hey, you don’t know where that’s been!” This got a suitable blush from Anita, who gave her new friend a shy smile. Taylor smiled back and offered her finger to the baby, who promptly sampled this new delicacy. Both women laughed.

	“There’s an art gallery through that large archway there,” Fred said, pointing down a wide, stone paved alley. “Wanna give it a try?” The girls were up for it, so off they went. It was a nondescript doorway, not giving them much hope, but once inside they found what was probably an old industrial or storage building converted to large art filled rooms. Taylor was in her element. She almost floated from exhibit to exhibit, sometimes staring at a particular work for awhile as she just absorbed it. Fred noticed her hands would make slight brushing motions, and he decided then and there he’d try and get her some paint and paper before the day was out. The works were all Mexican and mostly modern, and rather good. They drifted through the rooms.

	While they were going rather slowly, at one point they caught up with a couple going even slower. It was a young woman, maybe college aged, and man maybe a few years older. As they went from painting to painting the man was going on at great length about each piece, his hand on the woman’s back as she soaked in the art and his interpretation. Even without Anita’s translation, or even having to look at the smirk on her face, Fred could tell the guy was doing everything in his power to point out all the romantic elements in these works, working his magic to show his sensitive artistic side and hopefully get her in not just the mood, but ready to jump him. He was just being so… obvious about it that Fred had to laugh. When the Romeo happened to glance their way Fred took the chance to give each of his ladies a quick kiss, and with them pressing their bodies against him they walked into the next room. Anita took a glance back, and turned back to Fred trying to stop from breaking down laughing.

	“Oh, Dios, he’s pointing us out to her as an example of what he’s been talking about!”

	“Well, if I can help one man get into a threesome my job is done.”

	They suddenly heard the sound of a large slap and angry words.

	“… or protect a woman from a jerk. That works too.”

****

	Taylor was not one, she had always told people, for deep thought. Deep thoughts led to depression, to seeing problems that couldn’t be fixed. Much more for her were fantasies, imagining a possible happy future without concern for realism. That this at times meant she wasn’t paying attention to the here and now had led to much of the pain in her life, which only caused her to try and imagine a perfect future even more. 

	Thus, the fact she was now trying to seriously work out what to do was unusual. Taylor blamed Fred. He had made her so happy, given so much love to her, and caused so much of her dreams come true that fantasy wasn’t needed. Hell, she even now had a co-wife kinda! 

	… And she didn’t want to lose that. Her eyes slid over to Anita, who was sitting on the bench next to Fred talking about some statue of a famous guy near them. She loved Anita. Love, for Taylor, tended to come easily. She had fallen for Fred the moment she had stumbled out of the lake and fell into his arms. She had also fallen for the dickwad who had forced her to make that horrible swim seconds after first seeing him, so it wasn’t really a good trait to have. But that didn’t make the love any less real.

	She wanted Anita to be with them. Come home with them. Be her sister mare getting bred by the hunky stallion… No! This wasn’t some fantasy. It wasn’t some story where they could just invent a totally unrealistic happy ever after. I mean, there were serious problems to consider!

	They’d need a bigger bed…

	No! Well, yes, but that’s not the issue! What if she doesn’t want to come? What if Fred thinks this is just a vacation fling? Although, that might not be an issue…

	What if Fred loves her more than me?

	That, Taylor realized, was the first step. Figure out where they all stood. Talk about it. She thought she could be jealousy free about it. Certainly, there had been none so far. Her love for Fred was total and unconditional, and she thought she could share. Maybe…

	“Hey.”

	Fred was looking at her, and as often seemed the case it was like he could see right into her soul. One reason she had always assumed there wasn’t much too her was that everything was just on the surface for anyone to see. But there were depths, even if Fred seemed to always find his way down there to keep her company.

	“Fred… Anita… can we talk?”

	Fred cocked an eyebrow at her, then looked over at their new friend. Anita nodded, thinking she knew what this was going to be about. Looking around, Fred saw a nice empty piece of grass in the shade in this small park and they left the bench to go sit in a circle. Anita held Violet, and seeing she was starting to fuss decided it was a good time for her snack. She and Fred looked over at Taylor and let her start.

	“Umm…. I’m bad at this.”

	Fred reached over and held her hand.

	“Just speak from the heart.”

	Anita also took her hand, smiling at the small woman. 

	“Well… we’ve known each other for… what, twenty four hours?”

	“Veinticuatro,” Anita said with a straight face. Taylor’s eyes widened in surprise, then she laughed and stuck her tongue out at her. She continued.

	“Yeah, well… what I mean is, I know what I want. I know how I feel. I also know it’s too soon to have those feelings. Fred made us wait when we first met, to make sure we both weren’t just in the moment or wanting the first person who happened to come along. I ignored him and stayed in love with him until he came around and brought the subject up.” She squeezed his hand, and the look he gave back made her wet and just want to jump him. “So, anyways, I don’t like waiting. Anita, I… I don’t want us to leave without you.”

	Anita looked shocked. She just stared at the waif of a girl. She… Her head whipped over to look at Fred, and saw the brown haired man giving his woman a sad, understanding look. What was going on here? She couldn’t be saying what she seemed to be…

	“I love you, Anita”

	“But… you and HIM!”

	“You didn’t think last night was just sex, did you?” Anita lowered her head in shame and shook it. No. She had never thought that. She wouldn’t have done that if she didn’t feel, if they hadn’t… she raised her eyes and looked at Fred. He returned it, and squeezing her hand smiled.

	“I love you too. I don’t know if it’s the type of love that will last, but at the very least it’s the type that will grow with constant care and attention.”

	Anita dropped her gaze again. Not even really knowing she was doing it she switched Violet to the other breast. She closed her eyes.

	“I… don’t know what to say.”

	“Say what you feel,” Fred said. “Even if you don’t think you should feel it. And don’t worry about what you think we want to hear. I, at least, have no problem with the word ‘no’ when it comes to these things.”

	Anita took a deep breath. And another. Then she grabbed her water bottle and took a long drink. Taylor looked on anxiously. Had she blown it? Had she driven her away?

	“I… want to love you.” Taylor put both hands over her mouth, trying to keep from squealing for joy. “Both of you. I think I love both of you. I’ve never… it’s too soon!”

	She looked up at them, tears in her eyes.

	“I can’t love now! It’s too soon! But if you go I don’t know what I’ll do!”

	Next thing she knew Fred had pulled her into his arms, and Taylor was on the other side pressing against her. They were both making cooing sounds like she was a baby, which maybe she was. Maybe this kind of thing was common in America.

	“We can find a way,” Fred was whispering. “It doesn’t have to be now. We can make the time you need.”

	“How?” Her nose was starting to run, and for the second time in two days Taylor had a tissue out for her.

	“Don’t know. But I think it’s time to start looking.

****

	They had a couple options.

	One, they find Anita a job and place to live, then worry about the rest later. Taylor wanted none of that.

	Two, they bring Anita home with them. This, Fred said, was not likely for a host of reasons. She didn’t even have a passport.

	Three, they get her a job and place to live and at the same time set into motion whatever the final plan was. Maybe they get her a job in the US near them, or she visits for a month to see how compatible they really are.

	“She could just marry you!”, Taylor suggested helpfully.

	Anita blushed furiously, and Fred gave his partner a questioning look.

	“Well, that’s the answer in the movies and in sitcoms,” she continued, defensively. “You marry her, the three of us live together and you father a dozen babies between us!” That drew a reaction from Anita, and Fred just had to laugh.

	“Don’t mind her. My companion here has a few fetishes you haven’t come across yet, and popping out babies is one of them. We’ll see if that survives an actual child birth.” He reached over to tweak Taylor’s nose, and when she stuck out her tongue he made to grab at it before she pulled it back in laughing. Anita just shook her head at them.

	“I think my Violet is more grown up then you too.” Grinning, Fred reached over to tweak her nose, and a short tickle fight broke out that only stopped when the baby started crying. They also were starting to get looks from passersby.

	“I think we should get to work,” Fred said, sitting up and stretching. “It’s… 3 PM. We passed an internet cafe back there a bit. Why don’t you two go see if you can find some job leads and housing options for our lovely friend here. I have some shopping to do then I’ll hit the computer room at the hotel. We’ll meet back at the room and decide about dinner. Is it a plan?”

	It was.

****

	Trust having to play with a government web site to drain any remaining optimism.

	Oh, OK, Fred had to admit, it hadn’t been that bad. The US government travel and immigration site was actually laid out pretty well. Too well, in fact. It didn’t take long for each possibility to be tracked down and proven to be impossible. No wonder people get frustrated with the US, if this was what they had to go through to even visit the place. He hadn’t needed a visa to visit Mexico, but to go in the other direction? Whew. Sticking Anita in the back of a truck was suddenly an attractive option.

	He looked at the stack of printouts on the table beside him in the hotel room. This was a choice she had to make. He hoped they had had some luck in their searches, because it was going to be a long road ahead.

	And did he want to travel it himself? He wasn’t rich. He was barely sure things were going to work out with Taylor and the baby. Forget all the emotional baggage they’d have to wade through, could they make it work practically?

	I mean, they’d need a bigger bed.

	Fred heard the lock click and in came his family. They looked tired, but happy which was a good sign. Taylor picked up a fussing Violet and started to change her as Anita broke the baby buggy down into a bed. Fred stayed out of their way- the nice thing about having two women was they usually figured a third hand helping would just get in the way. Once the kid was settled, they just looked at each other and collapsed face first onto the bed. Snoring could be heard. Laughing, Fred walked behind them and leaned over to give both backs a rub, starting at the shoulders and moving downwards. When he reached their cute butts he gave each a hard squeeze, and they jumped and flipped over, grabbing and pulling him down between them.

	They stayed like that for a while, cuddled together, enjoying the air conditioning. Their hands started wandering, and pretty soon Fred had a breast in each hand which he was slowly kneading, and two hands had made it down to his groin and were exploring his jean covered cock. Anita moved her mouth over to his ear, kissing the licking the lobe, and asked in a sexy but not so quiet whisper,

	“Fred… Taylor has been telling me about how you… TAKE her. Could I see?”

	Fred turned his head towards the Mayan girl and gave her a long kiss. Breaking it, he stood up and walked over towards a shopping bag he had put on the dresser. Turning back towards the two now sitting girls, he motioned them to stand and told Anita, 

	“Strip her.”

	Taylor stood still, body starting to shake, as what little she had on was slowly removed. Anita couldn’t help but run her hands over the smooth skin before her. She had never felt towards a female as she did towards men, but Taylor… maybe the emotional connection beneath those pillars transcended such petty things as gender. Finally stepping back, she watched Taylor slowly walk towards Fred head held high. She stopped a few feet away, then like it was a royal ceremony turned around and dropped to her knees then all fours. She arched her ass up towards him.

	Fred stepped forward and gathered her hair, laying it along her back. Straightening he motioned Anita to come over to him.

	“Strip me.”

	She did, removing his clothing with the same care she had done Taylor’s. Her hands ran over his body- not perfect, but he was hers… and Taylor’s…

	Anita stepped back as Fred dropped down to his knees behind Taylor. She had been unable to see them back there, and she was trembling. Fred ran his hands over her ass, and felt down between her legs and found his finger soaked. Turning his head he raised the finger up to Anita, and blushing furiously she took it into her mouth. Before last night she had never even tasted herself, and now the taste of another woman was sending shudders through her. Fred motioned her to stand in front of Taylor, and once she was there she saw Fred gather the end of that long mane, wrap it once around his hand, and pull at the same moment he shoved himself into her.

	Taylor’s head shot up, and her eyes locked with Anita’s. As Fred started pounding into her Taylor’s mouth fell open and she started rambling. Anita had never seen something so… primal.

	“Oh, fuck me… breed me… oh, my beautiful stallion… cum in me… breed me…”

	Unable to help it, Anita dropped her own clothing to the floor. She knelt down in front of Taylor, not sure what she intended, but Fred suddenly positioned Taylor’s head right in front of her right breast. Anita’s body leaned forward of its own accord, and Taylor’s mouth went to her nipple and started sucking. Oh, my god… Dios… She had fed her child not that long ago so there wasn’t much left, but she could feel her milk squirting into Taylor’s mouth. Her hands moved up to hold the girl’s head in place, and she felt her own body moving back and forth in rhythm with Fred’s thrusts. 

	Suddenly Taylor’s mouth released and her head threw itself upwards.

	“Cumming!” A couple extra squirts of milk hit her face, and Anita just watched as Taylor’s whole body stiffened and trembled. She could practically see her clamp down on Fred’s cock, and with a groan he stopped thrusting and held himself fully inside. Everyone held that position for seemingly ages, then Fred slowly released Taylor’s hair and pulled out, and Taylor collapsed onto the ground. Anita fell over to her left and found herself propped up by the side of the bed. Her right hand was between her legs, and she realized she had given herself a small orgasm just watching. Fred was leaning back on both hands, and gave her an exhausted look.

	“And that,” he said, “is why I don’t mind these fantasies of hers…”

****

	“So, we did find options,” Taylor was saying. The three were sitting leaning against the bed, still naked. The two girls sat flanking Fred, and Taylor was going over the notes she had made. “There are some apartments available that Anita says are reasonably priced and in reasonable neighborhoods. Shouldn’t be too hard to set her up in one, especially as it’s almost the end of the month. Jobs are another story, especially with a baby added in, but there are a number she’d be good at. If he left her with, say enough money for a month’s worth of food and rent she should be OK after that if need be.”

	“I don’t want charity.” Anita was looking at the floor. She’d rather die than take… no, no, no, she wasn’t going there. She’d pay them back. That’s it. It was…

	“Think of it as a loan, Anita,” Fred said, caressing the back of her neck. “Just a loan to tide you over. I know you’ll pay us back.” Anita looked up at him with tears in her eyes, and he leaned down for a lingering kiss. Taylor waited until they were done, then asked Fred what he had found.

	“Well, we don’t have many options. You can’t even visit the US unless you have strong ties in your home country that would force you to return, so in the short term that’s a no go. Same for work visas. We,” he said, looking at Taylor, “have a mighty high opinion of ourselves as a country.” She grinned back. “So.”

	“So?”

	“So, Anita. You have to decide, and unfortunately probably within a day or so. We can set you up down here, maybe visit once a year…”

	“No!” Taylor pulled on his arm, but he kept his eyes locked on Anita. She was biting her lip.

	“… and we will, probably, just evolve into friends as you get on with your life here. Good friends.” She looked at him, and both hands slowly came over and gripped his.

	“Or… I can ask you to marry me.”

	Anita’s eyes widened, then she looked away.

	“You don’t have to force yourself to do that. I can’t take you away from Taylor that way, if you marry anyone it should be…”

	Fred stood up, and walked over to the shopping bag. He reached in and with his back turned to them asked both women to stand next to each other. He turned around with a small black box in each hand. Fred walked over and knelt in front of the now shocked loves of his life, and lifted a box up to each.

	“Taylor, Anita, will you marry me?”

	It took a full five seconds for their hands to get the message from their shocked brains to reach down and take the offered box and open it. Inside each was a simple silver ring with a small diamond. Their eyes slowly lifted to his, and each reached towards the other and their trembling hands joined as they looked down on the man whose love engulfed them. That love now poured out of his eyes, and he had trouble getting the words out.

	“The law may say I can only have one, and to be a family it must be Anita, but I love you both so much, and I want you to be with me always.”

	He took the sudden attack on his poor frame by the naked pair as a “yes”, although it was hard to tell.

****

	Friday was a work day. The US Embassy in the city was open, so they rented a car and driver for the day and hit it as well as the most promising apartments. Nothing could be started until Anita had an address and a passport (luckily, she had run away in possession of her IDs two days ago - had it only been that long?) so mostly they were getting info and the lay of the land. It would take time, money, and more time. 

	They actually got extremely lucky on the job front. A business woman there to see about visiting Disney World thought Anita’s English and attitude were excellent, and asked her to apply at a hotel in the business district. It hadn’t even come up on their job searches. She called ahead to set up an interview, and within three hours the job was taken care of. Anita was literally crying in Fred’s arms as they walked out to the car. It was as if the slate was being wiped clean, and she could start her life afresh. And she knew who she wanted to spend it with.

	One small one bedroom apartment later, the five of them were having dinner at the best place they could find within walking distance of the hotel. Fred claimed to be spending what he had saved by getting them fake diamond rings, but they weren’t buying it. 

	“A toast!”

	Fred raised his glass of diet Coke, and the others followed suit.

	“To a new family. To friends and lovers, and babies current and future.”

	The glasses clinked, and they drank. Taylor then leaned over and casually mentioned to Anita,

	“You know he’s not going to let you use birth control, right?”

	She almost choked, the drink going down the wrong pipe, and Fred just put his head in his hands.

	Saturday, their last full day, they went to Uxmal. The Mayan ruins were even more spectacular, with incredible carvings, but less crowded do to the distance from Cancun. Once again they wandered by themselves, occasionally yelling “Open!” at anything that looked like it might be a door.

	They had almost come around the full circle when they walked up onto a long narrow mound topped by a long thin structure. Each side had numerous doors, as well as large arrow shaped openings near each end. Fred was fascinated, taking a couple photos and wondering at the carvings. Suddenly Taylor, who had the guide book, broke down laughing.

	“Oh my god! Fred, you see those arrows? How around the top there seem to be different colored bricks around each side?”

	“Yeah, I noticed that. Funny.”

	“Well… oh, god, I can’t stop laughing! They… they think they were originally giant penises! And later Mayans changed them!”

	Fred’s eyes opened wide, and he saw it. Yes, it was obvious!

	“What is it with you men and your penis?!?” laughed Anita, just shaking her head.

	“No idea,” said Fred, looking around in renewed amazement. “If I built a city I’d put giant boobs everywhere.”

****

	That evening, they just made love slowly, not knowing when they’d next meet. Taylor and Anita had their first sixty nine, with Fred taking Anita from behind. Taylor spent much of the time playing with Violet, the thought of leaving her adopted daughter too much to bear. Fred in the end had to pull her away and back to bed so Anita could put their baby to sleep. They got their crying done that night, while they had time to be comforted in each other’s arms.

	The next morning, they were packed and heading to the airport. The women were silent, just holding hands. Once the luggage was out of the cab, Anita turned to them.

	“Well… I should go. It never will be a good time to say goodbye, but…”

	Fred drew her into his arms, and she squeezed him tightly. 

	“Never forget I love you,” he whispered. “We’ll be together soon.”

	He stepped back and Taylor replaced him, doing her best not to cry. 

	A few minutes later they had entered the airport, and Anita got into the cab and checked on Violet. The cab drove off towards her new apartment. 

	“So,” asked the driver to the now single woman, “was that friends or family?”

	“Yes…”

****

	It was so nice to be able to stand up in front of the easel again without having to worry about tumbling over into the paints like Humpty Dumpty. Taylor rubbed her flat tummy, enjoying the feeling. Hard to believe something THAT big had come out of her. She looked over at Cindy, who was just lying there looking cute in her pink blanket.

	“Hope you enjoyed the ride, because I am NOT carrying you again.” Cindy at that point started to cry, and immediately Taylor had her out of the basket and was carrying her, singing a little song. They’d only been home from the hospital for a few days, and hadn’t really fallen into a rhythm yet. It didn’t help that Fred was late.

	“Where the hell is he,” she sang to her baby sweetly. “Is daddy leaving us alone instead of catering to our every whim?” She laughed, and decided the problem was hunger. She sat down and set Cindy to feeding. Taylor did like how her breasts looked and felt now, and Fred liked them too. The look she’d gotten when she jokingly asked for implants confirmed that he loved her just the way she was… however she looked at that given point.

	She heard a car door slam. Ah, good, he was home. It was taking him longer than usual to come in, though…

	The front door opened, and in marched Fred carrying a large suitcase and a six month old child in a white dress. Behind him came a woman five months pregnant, and Taylor shot to her feet, her hand going to her mouth.

	“Honey, we’re home!”

****

Next story: Taylor Con

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Edited by SciFi Nut

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