Kimberly

(M/f-teen, MFf, underage, 1st, oral, rom)

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Author's Note: This is a work of FICTION. That means 
that not only did none of it actually happen, but also 
there is no intentional depiction of any actual human 
beings.

Further, there are graphic depictions of sex acts 
between two people, even references to sex acts 
involving ONE person. Therefore, if you're under 
eighteen or have scruples about reading such things, now 
is the time to go somewhere else. It's a big internet. 
You should find something that interests you somewhere.

And speaking of interests, I do NOT write short, quick 
whack-off stories. This is about romance and love and 
human interactions. If that's your bag, then read on. If 
you're looking for nine-inch cocks and steaming love 
tunnels, again I remind you: BIG internet.

Have a good day!

Chapter One

It was time I settled down.  I was a “road warrior” a professional engineer who’d made some darned good money over the last few years running around the country from one project to another where my expertise as a “hired gun” for electrical power systems was commodity in much demand and well, frankly, it paid GOOD!  Finally, though, I figured I’d seen enough hotel rooms and RV parks and even an offshore platform living quarters or two, and I’d had enough.  I sent out a few resumes and then took my choice.  Now it was time for Timothy Duncan to put down roots.

I gave the new job a month and a half before I regarded it as a fit worthy of my efforts.  During that time I lived in my old road haunts, a custom travel trailer parked at an RV park.  During those weeks I surveyed the housing situation and located what I was looking for, a nice two-bedroom apartment in a little fourplex, owned by a local entrepreneur who wasn’t chasing the big bucks and the government dollars, so his occupants were a pretty decent and stable bunch.

Yeah, I “reconned” the area, noting after dark what sorts of cars showed up, how many kids were running the parking lot (none) and who used the pool ( a couple), and after seeing what I wanted, I signed the lease.

It was moving day.  No, **I** wasn’t doing the moving.  I made money to make MY life easier, so I paid a moving company to go to a storage unit I’d been renting for the last few years, gather up my stuff from my previous life, and bring it to the new digs.  I also bought a lot of new stuff, furniture, new stove, appliances, furniture, and then scheduled all that stuff to be there on THE day.

Naturally when the trucks showed up, there were curious eyes peeking through curtains, and an older couple, late sixties, maybe, came out to see the festivities.

Neighbors.  MY new neighbors.  Time to start off on the right foot.  I walked up to them.  I was dressed in my “engineer at work” uniform: safety toe shoes that didn’t LOOK like safety toe shoes, khaki-shaded heavy tactical (you knew that from the thigh pockets) a cellphone holstered at my belt,a nd a dickies work shirt, starched, with a pocket protector full of pencils, pens and a six-inch steel scale.  I looked like an engineer.

“Hi,” I said, greeting them.  “I’m Timothy Duncan.  Your new neighbor.”

They both smiled.  The old guy said, “Welcome, Timothy.  I’m Robert Stevens and this is my wife Gloria.  Call me Bob.”

I shook both offered hands.

“Retired?” I asked.

“Does it show THAT bad?” Bob laughed.

“And loving it,” Gloria filled in.  “You’re an engineer?”

“Does it show THAT bad?”  And we all laughed.  “Yes ma’am.  I work at XYZCorp on the west side of town.  Just started a few weeks ago.  Looks Like we agreed that I can stay.”

“Welcome to the neighborhood, Timothy, “ Bob said.

“You can call me Tim,” I said.  “This looks good.  I checked.  “Quiet, clean…”

“And we like it that way.  My cousin owns the place.  It’s well run.  If you need anything, let us know.”

“Well, thank you.  Same goes.”  I looked off to my left and saw a furniture guy approaching.  “Looks like I need to go give direction,” I said.  “I’ll see you folks around.”

I followed the furniture guy inside and pointed out the master bedroom as the location for my newly purchased queen-sized bed.  Also how to arrange the living room furniture.  And the new big-screen TV.  And a stack of boxes for a home theater system.

And off to the other side of the festivities there was another observer, maybe five feet eight inches (tall girl) tall, maybe a hundred forty pounds, carried very well in the tall frame, dressed in cut-off jeans and a t-shirt with the logo of the local high school on it.  Light brown hair, casually arranged, if arranged at all, length to the nape of her neck, a little curl under her jaw, bans cut straight above her eyes.

I made a point of ending up on that side of the parade of workers hauling things into the apartment.

Eyes.  Blue eyes.  I waved.

“Hi,” she said.  “Are you moving in?”

“If I’m not, these guys are haulin’ stuff in the wrong direction…  I’m Tim, Timothy Duncan.  Engineer.”

“Oh, I’m Kimberly.  Kimberly Elkins.  I live in “D”.  High school student.”

“Pleased to meet you.”  It was Friday.  School day.  So I had to ask.  “You’re not in school today?”

“On Fridays I send my clone…”

“I deserved that,” I laughed.

“Yeah,” she smiled.  “For that “haulin’ stuff in the wrong direction” comment.  I’m skippin’ today.  Just Friday tests.”

Oh,” and you don’t think you need to take them?”

“My teachers think I don’t need to take them,” she said.

“There’s a story here, no doubt,” I said.

“Yes, there is.  Uh… do you swim?”

“Yes.  Why?”

“I swim every day.  Meet me at the pool after four and I’ll tell you my sad story.”

I did a quick visual survey. “How sad can it be?  You don’t seem to be missing limbs or anything…”

She looked over my shoulder.  “That guy’s waving for you.  I expect you to be there at four?”

“Sure.”  I trudged back to give further directions.  I spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking and stowing clothing and gear for my life with roots.  Hooked up my electronics.  Checked out the DSL, configured a wireless router, connected and checked out the TV/stereo/ DVR.  Made a list for a grocery run.  Checked my new recliner for the proper operating angle.  Realized that it would take a while for me to figure out how to fit myself into this new home.

“Crazy,” I thought at ten minutes to four as I retrieved my decidedly uncool swimtrunks.   I changed into them, then looked into the mirror.  I decided, based on what was there, staring back at me, that I didn’t need a stick to beat the women off as they flocked to attack my studly demeanor.  I was an honest six feet and an inch tall.  Forty, but without too much of the spread that was a definite trend for middle-aged engineers.  Hair was still there on my head, but somewhere in the last couple of decades I added a pretty good amount to my chest and back.  I wasn’t exactly a bear, but I definitely had a crop of body hair.  “Well, dumbass,” I thought to myself, “MEN are supposed to have hairy chests.”

I grabbed a towel and headed out of the front door towards the pool.  The towel and my housekeys went on a poolside lounge chair and I dove in.  By myself.   Kimberly hadn’t shown up.  I ducked under the cool water and when I came back up I saw a pair of long, well-formed legs walk through the gate.  And with a splash, she was in the pool, coursing from one end towards the other in an easy crawl.

I started doing the same.  I could swim.  I liked swimming, and while I was nowhere near a competitive swimmer, I could do pretty good for forty, and besides, it was about keeping the poundage off my butt, anyway, wasn’t it?  Her head came out of the water, she saw me, and then started swimming beside me.

Okay.  I’m a man.  And us men, we don’t lose to girls, especially when there’s nothing in it for us.  So I stretched out a bit, picking my stroke up from “lazing around in the pool” to “little burst of speed”, expecting to leave Miss Kimberly in my wake.  Except Miss Kimberly wasn’t in my wake.  As a matter of fact, Miss Kimberly was pulling ahead.  Okay, increase speed from “Little Burst of Speed” to “Let’s Show Her What We’ve Got”.  I put effort in it.  A lot of effort.  And was rewarded by watching her feet in front of me.  Ten laps later, she pulled up at the end of the pool, hanging on the end wall.

I pulled up alongside her.  Not too close.  Just close enough so we could converse.  “Well, THAT didn’t work out like it’s supposed to…”  My chest heaved, re-oxygenating after the effort.

“What,” she giggled.  “You got beat by a girl?”

“You have destroyed my male superiority.”

“YMCA swim team.  And high school.” She smirked.  “And you made me work at it.  You’re not doing bad.”

“Yeah.  Thanks.”  I ducked my head under water to wash off a bit more heat.  “I like swimming.  Good exercise.”

“Me too.  But it’s October.  The pool will close soon for the winter, then what?”

“YMCA?”  I said.

“Aunt Jenny can’t afford it.  So I’m out until next spring.”

“What about school?” I asked.

“I don’t.  Not any more.”  She said as she hauled up out of the water.

I pulled myself out and toweled off most of the water.  She’d already passed that point and was wrapping the towel around her head.  She sat on the edge of a lounge and turned to lay back.  I took the lounge next to her.

“SO you said something about a sad story?” I asked.  “But you don’t have to tell me anything if I’m prying.”

“”Uh, no.  I brought the subject up.”

She spoke, not looking at me at all.  “I’m sixteen.  And this year I graduate from high school.”

“Sixteen?  That’s…  uh…  odd. Little young, isn’t it?”  I commented.

“Yeah.”  Now she turned to face me.  “Okay, I can do this,” I thought.  I rolled onto my side to face her.

“Do you know the significance of the term, “pink monkey”?”

“Sure. Not only do I know it, I’ve BEEN it.  You take a cage full of monkeys who’ve been living together, change one in an obvious way, paint him pink, and return him to the cage, and the rest ostracize him.”

“You’ve been one?” she asked.

“Yeah.  High school. I was a nerd before nerds were invented.  Why do you think I’m an engineer now?  So what’s YOUR story?”

“I’ve skipped two grades in school.  I have a 4.0 average.  I can TEACH most of what the teachers are trying to teach. And I’m not, shall we say, socially active.”  She sighed audibly.

“I can sympathize,” I said.  “But you know what they say about sympathy…”

“Yeah.  You can find it.  It’s in the dictionary between “shit” and “syphilis”.  Another smirk.

I laughed.  “Kimberly…”

“Please.  Kim, okay?”

“Okay, Kim.  If this relationship is gonna work, you have to stop beating me.  You outswim me, and you’re stealing my jokes.”

This got me a tinkling laugh, eyes included.  “Oh, I didn’t know we had a “relationship”, sir…”

“Oh, not a “relationship” relationship…”  I smiled.  “So how’s Kim doing as the pink monkey?”

“Not real good sometimes.  I don’t have a lot in common with my own age group.”

“That’s because you lack peers, lady.  You have age in common.  But that’s all.  And you see things differently.  You either dumb down, or you do without.”

“I’m doing without.  Friends. Oh, there are some girls and guys that I talk to, but that’s easy to do when all you have to do is get through the pause between classes and before and after school.  Past that, I don’t fit in.  It’s like I’m the wrong species or something.”

“Maybe you are.”  I sighed.  “I can tell you stories.  It’s not easy being the pink monkey.  Even people who think that the absolute most wonderful thing in the world is a cute pink monkey get tired of them after a while…”

“Sounds like you have a story…” she gazed at me.

“A few.  But this is YOUR turn.”  And sixteen, and what in the WORLD was I doing?  “You said something about your aunt?”

“I live here with her,” Kim said.  “Mom’s out of the picture.  And don’t even ask about a “dad”.  Mom saw to that pretty good.”  Serious look darkened that pretty teen face.  Okay, maybe not “pretty” as in “look who’s Miss October” but pretty as in “you know, she’s pleasant to look at” pretty.  Okay.  Cute!

She continued.  “D’you want to hear this?  I met you what, three hours ago?”

“Four,” I said, “But who’s counting?”

Giggle.  “Touche’!”

“You talk, I listen.  It’s called “conversation”.  Some people really like it.”

“Okay.  I live with my aunt.  That’s Virginia Elkins.  Called “Jenny”.  She took me in.  Only living relative and all that.”

“What about your mom?”

“I was getting to that.  Mom’s, uh… in the care of the state.  For six to ten years if she gets time off for good behavior.”

“Prison?”

“Yep.  I am the only daughter of a convicted felon.  Let’s see… drugs.  Prostitution.  Auto theft.” Sigh.  “Gee!  I’m sooo proud.  And the school knows…”

“Put another coat on the pink monkey…”

“Talk about. “Another sigh…  “So that gives a whole new set of handles for them to toss at me.  “Yer mamma’s in jail” isn’t exactly what gets you invited to the good parties.  Anyway, so when they sentenced Mom, I moved in with Aunt Jenny.  And that’s a whole different set of laughs.”

“Ooooo-kayyy,” I said.  I determined that this was my time to just keep my mouth shut and listen.

“Let me paint a picture of Aunt Jenny.  Lots of flannel men’s shirts. Jeans.  Sensible shoes.”

“Bingo!”

“You got it, Timmy,” she said.  “My aunt is Lebanese.”

I shook my head.  “Owwwww….”

She smiled.  “Sometimes I think …  Oh, I don’t know… what is going to happen next.  But really, Aunt Jenny’s pretty good to me, compared with living with Mom.  And None of Aunt Jenny’s “friends’ have hit on me.  I can’t say that about Mom’s.  One of THEM went to jail.”

“Jail?” I asked.

“Yeah.  After he got out of the hospital.  And I’m thinking that he’s got quite the conversation starter in the showers.”

“Oh, I HAVE to hear this,” I said.

“A year and a half ago.  I was just turned fourteen.  Sleeping in my room.  Mom’s “friend” walked in, thinking that since Mom was still out “working”, he’d try a little young stuff.”

“You have my undivided intention.”

“And he came in my room naked, thinking that just the sight of his scabby ass would turn me uncontrollable with lust, and he crawled in bed with me and started trying to kiss me.”  She had a far away look in her eyes.  “Poor guy.  I guess he thought that when I grabbed his dong with my right hand, he was on his way to heaven.  My left hand had a Ginsu knife.  He was layin’ on the floor bleeding and screaming when I called 9-1-1.”

I cringed inside, as any man might, at the thought.

She continued, “I understand that they reattached things for cosmetic purposes.” Little giggle. “And a week later, Mom got picked up for good.  Aunt Jenny likes the story about the Ginsu.”

“Ouch.  Remind me not to piss you off.”

She laughed.  “I’m not a violent person, Tim,” she said. “And just for the record, Aunt Jenny’s not one of those man-hatin’ lesbians.  She actually dated men. Just doesn’t… you know…”

“Okay,” I said.  I sat up.  Stomach was thinking about dinner.  I said so.

“What do you usually do for dinner?” she asked.

“I usually have something in the house.  I can cook up quickie meals, or I do a big batch of something and freeze some, but it’s looking like a restaurant this evening.  Tomorrow is the big “get everything you need” grocery shopping day.  What about you?”

“Probably soup and sandwich tonight.  Friday night is a date night for Aunt Jenny.”

A light bulb went off in my head.  Here was an alternative to the “go sit in a restaurant by yourself” thing.  “Say, would your Aunt Jenny object to me taking you out for dinner?”

“You’re assuming that I want to go out to eat with you…”

My heart fell.  Of course I was assuming.  But I didn’t mean anything but a shared meal.  But I’d forgotten a whole range of dichotomies:  Male-female.  Young-old.

She broke into a grin.  “Gotcha!  I don’t think she’ll object at all.  Let’s go ask her.”

And that’s how I met Aunt Jenny:  clad in baggy swimtrunks and sandals, with a towel over my shoulder, my right hand clasped tightly in Kim’s.

And Kim was on her game.  She let me into the living room.  “Aunt Jenny,” she squealed.  “Look what **I** found!  He followed me home.  Can I keep ‘im?!?”

“No, you may NOT!  They’re noisy, they pee on the carpet and you can’t house break them!”  So that’s where THAT attitude came from.

“Hi,” I said.  “I’m Tim Duncan.  I just moved into “B”.  I thought I was asking if Kim could come have dinner with me.”  I looked at Jenny.  Five-four.  Maybe a hundred and fifty, hefty, but not grossly so.  Face soft and round, expressive brown eyes under a head of thick brown hair, cut short, not manly short, but shorter than Kim’s, and another set of bangs.  Jen was cute.  Thirtyish.

Jenny laughed.  “Sorry.  Kim and I don’t cut much slack.  Are you going out dressed like that?”

“Aunt Jennyyyyyyy,” Kim giggled.  “Be nice.  Of course we’re changing.”

“Then go.  And while you’re looking at Little Miss Sweet Sixteen, ask her about Ginsu knives.”

I winced.  Visibly.

“Oh!  She’s told you already…”  Jenny’s turn to smirk.

“So,” said Kim, “where are we going?  So I’ll know how to dress.”

I named an Italian restaurant.  “That is, if you like Italian.”

“Kind of expensive, don’tcha think?” Kim asked.  Jenny looked at me.

“Uh, I invited you.  That means **I** worry about the cost.  And I’m not worried.”

Jenny said, “Then go.  And remember, I’m out runnin’ the roads tonight, and you’ll NEVER know when or where I’ll show up.  Now let me have a minute with Tim, babe.”

Kim left the room.  Jenny turned to me.  “Okay, buster, lemme tell you something.  That kid is SIXTEEN.  She might be legal in this state, but she ain’t available, if you know what I mean.”

“Uh… Jenny…  This isn’t about THAT!”  I tried defending myself.

“Maybe not, but despite the fact that her momma’s a whore and a druggie, Kim’s a good kid, and she’s gifted, and I don’t know, maybe vulnerable.  Don’t make me have to get a Ginsu.  I know where you live now.” She paused, then a wry smile appeared.  “She can use friends.  Be one, okay?”

“Okay,” I said.

“Kim,” Jenny hollered.  “I’m cutting you two loose.    Bring your phone.  You’ve got my number…”

Kim bounced back into the living room, still in her bathing suit.  “Thanks, Aunt Jenny.”  She turned to me. “Gimme an hour, okay?  Shower, and all that stuff.”

“Sure,” I said.  “see you in an hour.”  I looked at Jenny and smiled.  “And nice meeting you, too.”

Jenny smiled back.  “Did Kim mention…”

“Yeah.  So?” I said.

“Oh, I dunno.  Some guys get all weird…”

“Nope.  You’re you.  I’m me.  Kim’s Kim.  Wonderful world. Kumbayah and all that.”

“Hah!  You’re fun!  See you around, then, Mister Tim Duncan.”  And she let me leave.

An hour later I knocked on Kim’s door.  It opened, and there was Kim.  Yep.  Let’s see.  Five foot eight.  Hundred and forty.  Light brown hair, two shades darker than blonde, cleaned, brushed to perfection, shiny.  If there was make-up involved, she recognized that she needed make-up like noontime needed a night-light.  And a dress.  Simple. Straight skirt, stopping at a few inches above a knee, pumps matching.  Purse clasped in front of her with both hands.  A tiny diamond stud in each ear.  And all of it under a beautiful smile.

A word came to mind:  “WOW”.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Do I look ready?” she answered.

“Yes, my dear, you do.  Now where’s the Queen of England?”

Giggle.  “I don’t know about the Queen of England, but Jenny knows this guy…”

“You’re a horrible person,” I laughed.  “Talking about our diverse society like that…”

“Pfffttt!” she said.  “He’s the one who calls himself “queen”.  I just repeated it.”

“Let’s go, my dear.  I think there’s a linguine with clam sauce waiting for me.”

“Then let’s go!” she smiled, and led me towards the parking lot, holing my hand.

I noted the hand-holding thing for the second time today.

I retrieved my keys and beeped the doors open on my big pickup truck.  She walked around and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Wow! Big truck!”

“Yeah.  I use it to tow a travel trailer.  You need a big truck to do that.  Next week I’m buying something smaller.”

“Oh,” she said.  “I’m not being negative.”

“And I didn’t take it that way.  The truck’s a tool.  If you want to pull a thirty-three foot travel trailer long distances, this is what you need.  Now I need to run around town in a more economic manner, so we go car-shopping.  This thing goes into storage.”

“Oh,” Kim said, “so what are “WE” going shopping for?”

“I’m thinking a small SUV.  Oh, do YOU have your license?”

“Sure do.  Aunt Jenny’s a good teacher.  Why?”

“Just nice to know.  In case I need help moving vehicles around.”

“I’ve never driven anything like this,” she said.

“It’s a truck.  Turn the wheel.  Push on the pedal.  It goes.  Push the OTHER pedal, it stops.  Don’t try to drive it in close spaces until you get used to the size.”

We maneuvered that damned truck into the parking lot of the restaurant and went inside.  Salads, soup, man course.  She had lasagna and I had the linguine with clam sauce.

“Am I being impolite if I ask you for a bite?  I’ve never tried that.”  Those blue eyes.  And well-mannered, too, maybe not ready for the big table at Buckingham, but then, neither was I.  But definitely good enough for anything in THIS town.  And most others.

“No, please!”  I pushed my plate toward her.  “You’ll never know unless you try.”

She picked up a forkful and tried it.

“Well?” I asked.

“That’s good!”

“And you were expecting?” I said.

“I don’t know what I was expecting.  This is good.”  She smiled.

“Then you can order it next time.”

She sipped her iced tea.  “Uh, this place isn’t on the list.  Aunt Jenny’s budget, you know.”

“So this is the last time I get to bring you out for dinner?”

“I hope not,” she smiled.  “We’re having a good time.”

We were.  I found in a sixteen year old girl a wry sense of humor, horrible puns and plays on words, a knowledge of current events and a love of technology, as in “Tee-hee, I saw when you fired up your wireless router.  And you protected it.  Spoilsport!”

“OH, really?  How was the signal?”  I asked.

“A couple bars, sometimes three.  Good enough.  We don’t have wireless.  But I have an old laptop I bought with baby-sitting money…”

“And you’re hard-wiring it?”

“Yeah,” she said.  “Kinda ties me down.  Aunt Jenny can’t afford a wireless router.”

“Forty bucks?  And I’ve got an old one…  Or I could get your MAC address and enable you on mine.”

“Kinda trusting, aren’t you, Tim?”

“how so?”

“I could use your network to do nasty things.”

I looked at her.  “I guess that is kind of trusting.  But you seem to be somebody I can trust.  And it’s not like you can’t go on my computer and see what’s on the hard drive, including everywhere I’ve been on the internet.”

“What?  No kiddie porn?”

“Hardly,” I said.  “That’s not to say that some of my oddball google searches didn’t send me to some places that made my skin crawl before I clicked out.”

Grinning, she said, “ I know about THAT.  I’m talking about a directory that says “Fat young boys 2008” or something.”

“I am horribly conventional, little lady.”

“Horribly?”  Her eyebrow raised.

“And celibate.  By choice.”  I said, treading onto thinner ice.

“No girlfriends?  Wives?  Friends with privileges?”

“No girlfriends.  One ex-wife in California.  You may meet our joint offspring at Christmas IF her mom deigns to let me get her.  And as far as the last, nuh-uh.  I am horribly old-fashioned.  I cannot separate the physical aspects of a relationship from the mental and spiritual.”

“That’s unusual these days.  I figured that you, good-looking, good job, et cetera, you’d have all kinds of women.”  She looked at me with renewed interest.

“I guess it is.  I’ve had offers.  And after the divorce, I admit I, uh…  Am I supposed to be having this conversation with YOU?”

“Sure you are,” she said coolly.  “You, sir, are a Responsible Adult Role Model.  So “mentor” away.”

The waiter cleared our plates and asked about dessert.

“Kim, have you ever had tiramisu?”

“No, what’s that?”

A delightfully rich and tasty dessert.  But you have to like coffee.”

“I love coffee.”

To the waiter I said, “Give us a tiramisu.  And two forks.”

He left.  Kim propped her chin in her hand, attentive.  “So, Responsible Adult Role Model, where were we?  Oh, yeah, you were explaining away your profligate lifestyle of sex and debauchery…”  Said with a more wicked grin than I expected.

“Okay.  After the divorce, I sort of died for a while.  Friends dragged me out of my cave and onto a dating scene that I wasn’t ready for.  And women who were just as predatory as a lot of men.  And some of ‘em thought that a couple of bounces in the hay would snag ‘em an engineer for life.”

“Sounds like you could’ve gotten a good deal.  That’s what I think,” she said.

“Nope.  Been there.  Got the scars to prove it.  If, and that’s a big “if”, I get married again, it’s going to be somebody whose idea of literature means more than having a subscription to “People” magazine, whose musical tastes have a big wedge of classical, and who has a vocabulary including words with more than two syllables.”

“Wow!  That’s quite a speech.”

The tiramisu came.  I watched her face as she tasted the first tentative bite, as concern morphed into a smile.  “Hey, this is GOOD!”  I signaled the waiter for a second portion.

The meal ended and I flipped a piece of plastic to cover the bill, including a good tip.  I was coming back here.  From the pristine condition of Kim’s dessert plate, I surmised that I would not have to twist her arm to get her back here with me.

We walked out to the truck.  She got in on the passenger side, and I got behind the wheel.  We buckled in.

“D’you mind if I listen to your radio?” she asked.

“No, go right ahead.”

She turned it on and the sounds coming out of the speaker were from a CD.  Boccherini.  I stole a glance.  I was expecting a teeny-bopper “Yuck!”  I was wrong.

Her eyes lit up.  “Boccherini.  Italian baroque.  String quintet in E Major…” she sighed.  “Even Aunt Jenny thinks I’m strange for listening to this.”

A gong was going off in my head.

She turned the music off and said, “Antidisestablishmentarianism.”

“What?”  I blurted.

“Just showing you that you shouldn’t give up.  I’m sure there’s somebody out there that meets your requirements.

“I’m not complaining, Kim.  I have a pretty good life, you know…”

“Yeah, I imagine so.  But isn’t it just possible that somewhere there’s some lady who’s having a pretty good life, too, and the two of you’d fit together, and change “pretty good” to fairy tale?”

“I suppose it’s possible.  But I’m not going to tear myself apart in the search.  And I get to make my own rules.”

“Yes, you do.”  We pulled into the apartment parking lot.  “Look!” she said.  “Aunt Jenny’s car is here.  I wonder if she’s… uh, yeah, the living room light is on…  Let’s go see what’s up.”

“Uh, babe,” I said, “If she’s got a friend…”

“Oh, you old thing.  It’s not like that.  If she’s got her friend, they’re sitting in the living room talking, or the light wouldn’t be on.  She’s VERY discrete.  It’s not like leather and harnesses and whips and stuff.”

“What do YOU know about leather and harnesses?”

“A girl gets quite an education when her mom is a notorious slut.”
Chapter Two

Kim took my hand.  I didn’t offer it.  Didn’t make an effort.  Didn’t say anything.  It’s just that when we got out of the truck and I clicked the keyfob to lock it, she appeared at my side and grabbed my hand like it was supposed to be that way.  Walking up the sidewalk as a couple, from all appearances, she knocked on her own door.

“Who is it?” came Jenny’s voice from inside.

“It’s me, Aunt Jenny,” said Kim.  We heard the deadbolt unlock and the door opened.

“I brought Tim back with me, Aunt Jenny,” she said.

“Yeah, I couldn’t find the right dumpster to dump her dismembered body into,” I said.

“Oh, I LIKE him!” said another voice, owned by a brunette sitting on the sofa.

“Uh, Tim, meet Laci, with an “I”,” said Jenny.

“Hi, Laci,’ I said, trying to figure out where “lace” had anything to do with the female sitting on the sofa.  She was carrying the “butch” affectation a little further than I would have, but hey, I’m not “Lebanese”, as Kim giggled it.  She was almost identical in height and weight to Jenny.  Okay, Jenny plus ten pounds, but well-distributed.  What my German friends called “zaftig”, juicy.  Her hair was short, pageboy, no bangs, though, and blonde.  A little darkness at the part told me there was some augmentation involved.

“Sit for a while, Tim,” Jenny said.  “Tell us about your evening.”

I sat in a big overstuffed chair and was inwardly delighted that Kim sat on the arm of the chair beside me.  “I had a perfectly delightful evening of good food and conversation,” I said.

Kim grinned.  “I tried linguine with clam sauce.  And, uh… tra…  tiramisu.  Oh, gosh.  Heaven.  My universe expanded.”

Laci said, “Uh, yeah.  I’ve had that.  Eat like that too often, and more than your universe is gonna expand.”  She slapped her own plump, rounded ass with an open hand.  It was a rather attractive ass, at that.

“Oh, I know, Mizz Laci, but I still swim four or five times a week, so I can pig out on tiramisu…”  Kim turned to me, looking down at me.  “So what time are you going look at cars tomorrow?”

I was caught just a little aback.  I hadn’t exactly PLANNED on looking tomorrow, but what the heck?  “I think the dealer opens at nine.  I’m going to breakfast at eight-thirty, since I don’t have groceries in the house yet.  That’s the other task I have to perform tomorrow.  Why?  You lookin’ for an adventure?”

Squeal.  “You don’t mind?”

“Of course not.   If your Aunt Jenny says it’s okay…”

“Fine with me,” Jenny said.  “Most rapist-murderers don’t make it past the first date, so I guess she’s safe…”

“Be ready at eight thirty, then,” I said.  “I’m gonna go home and get my first night’s sleep in my new home.”  I arose.  “And I enjoyed meeting all you good ladies.  Good evening.”  I emphasized the formal angle, and left them giggling as I closed the door behind me and walked up the sidewalk to my won door.

“Oh,crap,” I thought.  “Forgot.  New bed.”  I put fresh linens on a new bed, took a shower, shaved, and then dozed off, the last pleasant though being a soft, female hand taking mine.

The alarm woke me at eight, giving me plenty of time for me to wash my sleepy face, brush my teeth, and dress in jeans and a rugby shirt.  At precisely eight thirty I heard a knock on the door.  I felt like a schoolboy as I got up to answer it.  I opened it to see Kim, who was almost a female version of me.  A much YOUNGER female version, but jeans, rugby shirt, tennis shoes…  Her shirt was blue and yellow stripes.  Mine was red and blue.  And seeing my attire, she giggled.

“Can you come in for a second?” I asked.  “I need to print something.”

“Sure,” she said innocently.  She stepped inside, looking around.  “This is gonna be nice when you finish with it,” she said.

“I AM finished with it,” I quipped.

“Oh, no you haven’t.  Don’t make me come in here and straighten this place out.”

“What makes you think that I perceive that at as a threat?”

“Men get all nervous when women want to invade their caves.  That’s why men used to go out and capture women and bring them home for mates.  Established the hierarchy right off the bat.”  She giggled again.  “Bat!  Hah! A pun!  No!  Wait!  Not a pun.  A simple play on words!”

“You’re a horrible person,” I said.  “Come see!”  I indicated the display on my laptop.  “Here’s what I’m thinking about buying.”  It was a Japanese SUV.  Silver.  Not gas mileage to scream about, but a heck of a lot better than a three-quarter ton pickup truck.  And a lot easier to get around town in.

“Grey?” she questioned.

“Yeah.  Silver, actually.  But grey’s good enough.  Remember, nobody ever got a speeding ticket driving a grey Honda.”

“Uh, that’s not true,” she said.

“Name one, then.”

“You know I can’t.  But that’s not TRUE.”

“I’m going for “unobtrusive”.”

“That’ll get you waaaay off into unobtrusive, babe,” she said.  And she rested her hand on my shoulder.  Lightly.  Then pulled it back.

“Is it acceptable to Miss Kim?” I asked.

“I think it’s perfect.  I’d die for something like that.”

“You’re not holding out for something else?  A red convertible Mustang, maybe?”  I questioned.

“I never did get the idea behind convertibles.  1950, maybe, when there wasn’t any air conditioning.  Especially in cars.  But NOW?”

“I dunno,” I said.  “You’d look good…”

“For what, like SIX days a year when it’s not too hot or too cold or raining?  No, thanks!”

“Okay.  Extra points for “practical”,” I said. I printed the inventory page from the dealer’s site, then another page that showed actual selling prices. I looked at Kim.  “Now, let’s go buy a car!”

We stopped off at a little restaurant for breakfast first.  Pancakes, eggs, sausage, toast.  And TWO cups of coffee.  Because Kim said, “I LOVE coffee.”

Then we headed to the local dealer.  Properly armed, I, make that “we”, walked onto the dealer’s lot and got grabbed by the archtypical car salesman.  Who didn’t know who he was dealing with.

“Can I ask what sort of car you’re interested in, sir?” he said, smile plastered across his face.

“This SUV.  Here’s your inventory number.  I want this one.”

“Let me show you THIS one…” he said, gesturing grandly toward the next step up in size and dollars.

“Nope.” I said.  “I got this off your website an hour ago.  THIS is what I want.  Like THAT one!” I pointed to a similar model.  “Except silver.”

“Uh, sir. Let me check with my manager.”

“Check with who you need to.  I want THIS car.”

Kim was giggling when he walked off.  “You’ve got him off balance,” she said.

He came back.  “Yessir.  This car’s on the back lot.  We’re bringing it around.”  In a few minutes and a donut apiece later, the proper car appeared.  Smarmy salesman tried to get back on track.  “Sir, you’ll want a test drive?”

“Nope. It’s an SUV.  Steering wheel.  Pedals.  Automatic transmission.  It’s not the space shuttle.  I don’t need to drive it.”

So he missed his test drive, replete with “New car smell”.  Now he was eying my pickup truck and thinking he’d hit the lottery.  “And you’re wanting to use that truck as a trade-in?”

I’m thinking, “Bud, If I trade THAT truck on this little SUV, you’ll be writing ME a check.”  So I told him, “Nope.  Cash down.  Fifty percent.  So tell me what your number is.”

And the schmuck gave me sticker price.  I took Kim’s hand.  “Come on, sweetie.  I guess we DO need to drive to Houston…”

“W-w-wait.  Lemme go talk to my manager.  I might can get you a deal,” he stammered.

“Do what you gotta do.  But be advised.  I know what these things are going for.  In Houston.  And if you want to sell one today, you’ll come up with THAT number, plus a tank of gas.”

“Yessir.”  Zip.  He was gone.  Five minutes, he was back.  And the number was within fifty bucks of what I’d wanted.

“How do you want to finance it?”  I could sense the wariness in his voice.  The kid learns fast.

“Fifty percent cash down.  Three years on the balance at zero percent.”  I whipped out a drivers’ license.  “Go run your numbers.”

“Yessir.  Be right back.”

Kim wrapped both her hands around my right bicep and leaned into me.  She didn’t start giggling until he was around the corner.  “This is like a comedy sketch,” she laughed.

And here he came again.  “I can’t do zero percent, sir.”

This time Kim beat me to it, turning and heading to the door.  All I did was look at him.

“Okay…  Okay… Lemme …”

“Go see your manager, son.”  I was probably fifteen years older than him, but one does have to establish hierarchies in negotiation.  “You DO want to sell this car today, right?”

“Uh, yessir.  Be right back.”

Kim was fighting for control of herself.

Here he came again.  “Okay, sir.  50% cash down.  Balance at zero percent for three years.”  He pointed to the lending document.

“Great!” I said.  “See how easy this all is…”

“You’re writing us a check?”

“Nope.”  I handed the truck keys to Kim.  “Babe, in the glove box there’s a blue vinyl zipper bag.  Can you bring it to us?”

Kim skipped away and returned.  I unzipped the bag and counted out a stack of hundred dollar bills.  “I’ll be wanting a receipt, you know…”

And half an hour later, the salesman was shaking hands.  Deal was done.  He showed us the features of the car, as required, and then I gave the keys to Kim and said, “Babe, can you drive this back to the house while I follow you in the truck?”

The smile on her face was irreproducible.

Fifteen minutes later, after following a VERY careful Kim as she drove home, I pulled beside her in the apartment parking.  She bounced out of the car.

“How’d it drive?” I asked.

“Uh… Let’s see.  . It’s an SUV.  Steering wheel.  Pedals.  Automatic transmission.  It’s not the space shuttle.”  Giggles.  “I thought I was gonna DIE when you said that.  But it drives nice…”

“Then get back in and drive us to the grocery store.”

“Really?  I mean, it’s YOUR new car.”

I laughed.  “But it’s not the space shuttle.”  And I got in on the passenger side.  And new car smell is new car smell.  Even if it is a little Japanese SUV.

The grocery shopping was epic, not surprising when one considered that I was setting up a new household.  It took even longer as Kim and I put all our purchases away.  Mid-afternoon.  And one of the purchases was a freshly ground half-pound of coffee.  I brewed us up two mugs.

Sitting at the coffee table in my new living room, we toasted my new home, and sat, sipping, the TV providing background sound.

“SO what’s your music library look like?” she asked.

“Guess,” I said.  “If I’ve got Boccherini in the truck…”  I pointed.  “The CD’s are in that box, there.  And I’ve got those, and lots more, on this hard drive.”

She opened the cardboard box and squealed.  “Look at this stuff!  Bach.  Beethoven.  Mozart, Schumann.  Wow. Handel.  We have to listen…”

“Do you have an iPod?” I asked.

“Noooo… Had one.  Got stolen.  One of Mom’s “friends”.  I haven’t had the guts to ask Aunt Jenny.”

“I have two.  One’s yours.  If you don’t mind it being a little older model.”

Squeal!  And  hug.  And she backed off, almost like she’d realized that she was going too far.  “Tim…  you really don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t HAVE to, Kim.  But I want to.  I don’t need two.  And you’ll like the music that’s already on it.”  I rummaged through a box of electronic stuff and came up with the one I intended to give her.  It still had a charge.  I found her a charger.  And a pair of ear buds.

She smiled so sweetly.  “Oh, Tim, NOW I’ve got music to listen to.”  She was thumbing through the menus to review the playlists.

I watched, smiling.  I couldn’t remember when I ever saw a bigger smile over a gift.  Yeah, I had a sister, and a niece and nephew from her and her husband, and I was the proverbial doting uncle since the divorce, distributing presents at birthdays and Christmas, and those kids were appreciative, but none glowed like Kim as she paged through that iPod.

And her cellphone rang.  She looked.  “It’s Aunt Jenny,” she said.  She answered the phone.  “Hi, Aunt Jenny.”  Pause.  “Oh, yeah.  We went grocery shopping.  He needed EVERYTHING.” Pause.  “Yeah.  New apartment and all that.  And he bought a new car.”  She described it.  “He let ME drive it.” Pause.  “Yeah.  ALL day!” Pause.  “And you should’ve seen that salesman!  I almost wet myself.  It was FUNNY!”

Blue eyes flashed at me, and I KNOW that smile was intended…  Wait!  I’d known Kim for twenty-four hours…  she was twenty four years my junior…  But that smile…

“Sure,” she said into the phone.  “He’s right here.”  She pushed her cellphone toward me.  “Talk to Aunt Jenny.”

I took the phone. “Hi, Jenny,” I said.

“Well, hello, Tim Duncan.  You seem to have impressed our Kimberly.”

“All we did was roam the roads running errands.”  I felt defensive.

“You let her drive your new car?”

“Yeah, but how else was I gonna get it and my truck back from the dealership?  I could’ve let her drive the truck?”

“Nuh-uh.  I’ve seen your monster… uh… truck…”  Snicker.

“Uh… Jenny…”

“I know” she said.  “Sorry.  I get that way sometimes.”  Brief pause.  “Now, why I called.  Uh…  I wanna kind of have an evening with Laci.  I hate to leave Kim by herself.  I know she’s sixteen and all, but… well, can you check on her?”

“Sure.  You have a problem with us hanging out?”

“No.  I know where you live, remember? I don’t think you’d do anything to hurt her.”

“I wouldn’t.  She said she’d help me put this place in order.  It’s still a mess from moving in.”

“Then you to do what you have to do.  Just make sure she’s okay…  and she has my number if she needs anything.  Lemme talk to her.”

I handed Kim back her phone.  “Hi, Aunt Jenny.” Pause.  “Yeah.  I’ll be good.  You an’ Laci have a good time.  “kay?  Bye!”  She flicked her phone closed and smiled at me.

“We kinda took advantage of you, Huh?” she said.  “Just assumed that you wanted to hang out with me while Aunt Jenny did her thing.” Giggle.  And lascivious grin.  “And Laci’s…”

“Uh, if your aunt knew what you said….”

“Oh, come on, Tim.  You know I’m just joking.  And they ARE two consenting adults.  And they’ve been friends for a long time.  Sometimes I think they’d be living together if I wasn’t in the way.”

“Uh, well…”

“Tim, people HAVE sex, you know…”

“I know…  but…”

“Of course I only know this second hand.”  Her smile was communicative.  Unusually shy for the Kim I was becoming used to.

“Well you know how I feel about sex.”

“Yeah, you told me.  And Aunt Jenny and Laci have been as constant, no MORE constant than a lot of straight couples.  And sex is not the center of their relationship.”

I closed my eyes.  Sex.  I had repressed sex in my life.  Single guy.  I didn’t do porn or titty bars.  I do admit to masturbation, but only because with me, masturbation relieved pressures that if left unattended, would result in very messy wet dreams.

And now I was twenty four hours into a relationship with a sixteen year old girl and SHE was lecturing ME about sex.

“I understand, sweetie,” I said.  “Sex is easy.  Love is hard.  And sometimes people are together and one of them thinks it’s just sex and the other thinks it’s love, too.  And that’s where people get hurt.”

“I know,” Kim said.  “I watched Mom.   I saw everything that you just said.  And when Mom went to jail and I moved in with Aunt Jenny I thought here it goes again, except it’s all women.  But it hasn’t been.”  She took a deep breath.  Soliloquy mode.  “And kids are the most screwed up of all, because 99% of the boys are “it’s just sex” and only half the girls are like that.  And I believe that some of THEM are thinking “love” inside and saying “sex” outside.  And they’re all screwed up.”  She looked at me.  “But I’m not like that.”

“That’s good, Kim.  You have to protect your own heart because there are darned few people who will protect it for you.”

“How do you find that person, Tim?” she asked, her voice small.

“I don’t know, Kim,” I admitted.  “If I knew, I’d be living with her.”

Kim smiled.  The way the conversation had been going, I didn’t know why she smiled, but she smiled.  “Lighten up, Tim,” she said.  “We’re not going to solve this one any time soon.”

I sighed.  “Okay, cutie.  So let’s talk about Kim in school.”  I was sitting in my recliner.  Kim was lounging on the sofa.

“I skipped the fourth and sixth grades.  I just took the ACT’s and got 30.  I could be a 4.0 average if I did all my homework and stopped arguing with teachers.  Me an’ the English teacher…  uh, make that the English teacher and I have differences in opinion about symbolism in literature.   I tutor kids in math instead of doing study hall.  And if it wasn’t for the attendance laws, I could sit at home right now for the rest of the year, take the finals, and graduate.  And I have a full academic scholarship at the state university here in town.”

“And just a tiny bit of attitude?”

“I don’t suffer fools gladly.” She smirked.

“And the world is full of fools.”  I said.  A thought crossed my mind.  I had a computer system waiting to be set up in the spare bedroom to make it into an office.  “Come give me a hand, Kim,” I said.

“What’re you gonna do?” she questioned.

“I want to set up a computer and printer and monitor and scanner in the spare bedroom.”

“As long as this isn’t some cheesy ploy to get me into your bedroom…” she smirked.

“YOU may look at it as a bedroom, but I look at it as an office.  And EVERYBODY’S not trying to get into a teenager’s pants, babe.”  I snorted.

“Yeah, but you still called me “babe”, though.”

“It’s a pet name.  I’d call a kitty-cat “babe.”  So don’t let your head swell.   I need extra hands to run these cables.”

“You don’t have to bust my bubble, Tim.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Kim.  Seriously, if I was twenty years younger, I’d be harboring a whole different set of motives.  But I’m not, and I need somebody who’ll pull one end of a cable.”

“Pffffht!” she stuck her tongue out at me.  “At least you noticed…”

“What?  That you’re a cutie?”  I was pulling my desktop computer out of its box, setting it on my desk.

“You never said anything…” She handed me the keyboard.

“I shouldn’t have to say anything.  You know who you are.”  I handed her the penpad.  “This goes beside the keyboard.  And this trackball.”

“Yeah, just another brown-haired girl.  A little too tall for a lot of guys.  Too smart for the rest.”

“Takes somebody special to appreciate “too smart,” I said.  “I guess you tried playing dumb enough?”

“Oh, gosh, no…”  she snorted.  “I just can’t.  I guess I tried, but it just wasn’t ME!”

“Sometimes you have to make little concessions.”  I shoved a cable towards her.  “Ethernet port.”  I sort of expected “what’s that?”  Instead I heard “Snick!” as it clicked into place.  I tossed her another cable.  “That big thing…”

“This?” she questioned.  “I don’t know what this is.”

“Large-format scanner.  Port’s in the back.”  And I heard “snick!” again.

“What else?” she asked.

“That should be it.  Now let’s run power cords.”  Power cords snaked around behind everything, coming back to a hefty surge suppressor.  Another five minutes.  “Now let’s power it all up.”

A few clicks and little lights were on all over the room.  She pulled the extra chair up as the computer and peripherals booted.  I showed off my toys to an interested young lady.  “This is what I do for a living,” I said.  Since she seemed interested, I showed her pictures of past projects, friends, workers, big bits of equipment, control panels, other esoterica that is behind modern life.

I looked at the time.  “Uh… Kim, we’ve worked right through dinner.”

She looked at the screen’s time display.  “We sure did,” she said.  “but it’s Saturday night.  Things are still open…”

“Then pick something.  And I get to drive this time.  New car and all.”

“Okay…” she smiled.  “But just remember, no matter whoever else gets in it, **I** was the first”  She paused.  “And being first counts for something……”  and another strange grin.

We were just buckling in when her phone rang.  She looked at the display.  “It’s Aunt Jenny,” she said.  Putting the phone to her ear, she said, “Hi, Aunt Jenny!”  Pause.  “No, we’re just getting out for dinner.” Pause.  “What’d we do all afternoon?  Just spent an hour in HIS bedroom hookin’ up…” evil pause.  “his computer…”

“You’re a bad girl,” I said, shaking my head.

She stuck her tongue at me.  “No, seriously, he’s got a real BIG” another evil pause.  “desktop system.”  Giggle.  “I’m not sure I know WHAT you’re talking about.”  Pause.  “No.  You’re going WHERE?  Just a second.”  Kim looked at me.  “Seafood?  They’re going to Roscoe’s.  Good seafood.  If you wanna meet ‘em.”

“That’ll work,” I said.

“”He said that’s good.  We’ll see you there in fifteen minutes.  Bye!”  The she looked at me grinning.  “What?”

“You… you’re gonna get me mutilated with a Ginsu knife.  Jenny promised…”

“I didn’t say anything.  Unless YOU have a dirty mind.  Apparently Aunt Jenny’s got one…  So I let her imagination…”

“You’re BAD!”

“Well, she said you were cute, and SHE’S a lesbian.  So I just teased her a little.” Giggle.  Little girl voice.  “Do you forgive me?  Hmmmm?”

“Yeah, I forgive you.  I just hope I can outrun Jenny if she figures I’m molesting her niece.”

“Oh, she knows you’re not molesting me.  We’re going to enjoy a meal with my aunt and her friend.  Nice people.  You’ll see.”  She reached over the console of the SUV and grabbed my hand in hers, interlacing our fingers.  “It’ll be FUN!”
Chapter Three

The parking lot was almost full, including her aunt’s car.  We walked right in and sat down at the table with them.

“Appetizers are on the way,” Jenny said.  “Hi!”

Laci added her chirpy “Hi!”.  I noted that she didn’t look “butch” this evening.  Neither of them were particularly feminine-looking, but then again, my jeans-clad Kim fit right in.

Laci noted, “You two look like a couple of bookends.”

“Yeah.  Isn’t it NEAT?  And I didn’t tell ‘im what to wear, either.  It just happened!”

And so we had a good meal, conversing about Kim’s day, my new car, Kim driving my new car, the music thing, the computer.

“Yeah,” Jenny pointed out…  “That was the “We’re in the bedroom hookin’ up” comment.”

Kim giggled.  “He’s making his second bedroom into an office.  He’s got a really BIG…” and she pulled the same evil grin on her aunt, this time in person. “printer.”

Laci laughed.  “That’s disgusting…”

“It’s FUNNY!” chirped Kim.

Laci didn’t let up.  “So time, you’re walking into this place with a teenaged girl wrapped around your arm and somebody you know from work happens to see you…”

“Then,” I said, “they think either of two things.  The ones with the clean minds will think “There’s Tim with his niece.”  The ones with the dirty minds will say “Way to go, Tim!”  And me?  I don’t care.”  And I recalled that yes, when we walked in; Kim was indeed wrapped around my arm.  Since she’d spent the majority of the time we were walking together in the exact same configuration, I hadn’t given it a lot of thought.

Kim just smiled.  “I’m just being friendly, that’s all.”

Jenny dropped the bomb, though.  “I thought ya’ll made a nice couple.”

I chose to push that statement to the back of my mind.

Jenny kept on.  “Tim, what do you have planned for the rest of the evening?”

“Plans?  I don’t have plans.  I was going to go to my new home and go to sleep in front of the TV.  Why?”

“Well,” Jenny said, “If you want to join us, we can go to our house and play Trivial Pursuit.  We can always stand some fresh meat.”

I was thinking, “Ah, Trivial Pursuit.  The game my sister refuses to play with me any more.”  I said, “I haven’t played that in YEARS.”

The check came and I tossed a gold card at it over protests from Jenny and Laci.  “No, I was going to pay for Kim anyway.  It’s no big deal.

“You’re setting women’s lib back a decade…” Laci said.

“Women has nothing to do with it.  You ever see a bunch of guys eat together?  Fistfights erupt over who GETS to pay.  But if I’ve offended, you can slip me a twenty…”

“I’m not THAT offended,” Laci laughed.

“Let’s go,” Jenny said.  We got up to leave and I paid attention this time as Kim wrapped her arm around mine.  We had to unhitch to get past the crowd at the exit, and when we got outside, I decided to just experiment.  I put my arm around her waist.  She COULD have pulled away.  Really.  She could have.  But that’s not what she did.  What she did was step closer to me and swing her hips to bump mine, and the smile at me.

We got in the car.  Kim spoke first.  “Why’d you do that?” she asked.

“Do what?”  I played dumb.

“Put your arm around me…  walking out.”

“Because YOU’VE been putting your arm in mine.  And I thought it just might be pleasant to have my arm around a pretty girl.”

“Oh.”

I looked sideways at her as we navigated out to the street.  There was a smug expression on her face.  So I assumed that I had not offended.

“Just so you know, this “pretty girl” is used to winning at Trivial Pursuit.  Aunt Jenny has “Kimberly Rules”, you know…”

“I don’t know.  What’s “Kimberly Rules”?”

“Don’t act like I told you, but the only way I can get them to let me play is spot ‘em each a couple of pieces for a head start.”  She was ginning.

“That’s nice to know.  My sister didn’t think of “Timothy Rules.”  They just stopped playing with me.”

Giggle.  “Then THIS is gonna be fun.   Just play along like you don’t know anything.  I don’t know if they’ll try Kimberly Rules with you being new and all.”

It was a good thing that all the hot chocolate mugs were empty by the time it was readily apparent that Kim wasn’t pulling punches, and neither was I.  Each of us had completed all the categories while Jenny still needed two and Laci three.  And I won the game ONLY because I answered the end of game question before Kim got maneuvered to the final spot.

Jenny and Laci expressed friendly outrage.  Kim was giggling.  “You beat me.  I haven’t been beat in a fair game since Aunt Jenny bought the stupid thing.”

Laci said,  “Hmmpphh!  Engineer.  I should’ve known better.”

“I’m sorry, guys,” I said.  “Next time I’ll spot you some pieces.”  I smirked.

“Like we do to Kim?  Kimberly Rules?”

Kim giggled.  “I told ‘im already.  But I thought I’d beat HIM, too!”

Jenny tittered, “Little Miss Kimberly has met her match.”

“Nuh-uh,” I said.  “I’m forty.  She’s sixteen.  Imagine how she’ll be with twenty more years…”

Laci said, “She won’t live that long.  Somebody’ll kill ‘er in the first Trivial Pursuit slaying on record.”

I sat on the sofa, falling back into the cushions.  “Mmmmm.  This feels good.  The floor was killing me.”  And Kim slid in beside me.  And surprising me, Jenny slid in on the other side.  Now this was a normal sized sofa, made for three.  Laci taking her place between Jenny and the other end of the sofa had us all cozy. My arms were trapped between me and the two women, so I did the natural thing and pulled them free and put them on the back of the sofa.  Kim took this as her cue to snuggle in against me.  That was less of a surprise than her next move, which was to take the hand of that arm and pull it down over her shoulder, wrapping it around her.  And the surprise ratcheted up a notch when Jenny’s hand went inside my leg, ostensibly to pull herself closer to me to better fit Laci into the group.

I glanced at Jenny.  Jenny’s eyes met mine.  “Oops,” she said.  “I didn’t mean to grope Kim’s guy!”  That’s what she said.  But that didn’t explain why her hand brushed a growing bulge in my pants as she removed it.

“You groped MY guy?” Kim squealed?  “Aunt Jenny!”

Jenny was reaching for the TV remote.  “It was an accident.” She snickered.  “That’s an outtie.  I prefer innies.  But I fear that we are overloading Tim’s senses.”

“Yeah, something like that.” I said.  “I haven’t sat with this many pretty ladies in a long time.  Like never.”

“Silver words’ll get you nowhere, buddy boy,” Laci laughed.

And Kim put the cap on it.  “Besides, Aunt Jenny, he’s mine.  I’ve got dibs.”  And when I turned to look at her, she smiled sweetly.  She patted my hand, whispering theatrically.  “I’m just saving you from ravenous females.”

I looked at my watch.  After eleven.  “Well, ladies, I think it’s time I go save myself.  It has been a delightful evening with you all.” I turned to sweet, pretty Kim.  “And especially you, Miss Kim.”

I got up, expecting to let myself out.  Kim bounced up immediately, taking my hand, and then Jenny and Laci got up too.  I led the gang to the door.  “I can find the door, ladies,” I said.

Laci laughed, “Yah hear that, Jen?  He still calls us ladies.”

Jenny smiled.  “You can call us ladies, Tim.  We’re glad you joined us.  But next time you get to play by Kimberly Rules.  Just so you know.”

And I was surprised to have Kim throw arms around my neck and kiss me lightly on the lips.  “Thank you for sharing your day with me, Tim.” And another kiss.  “Tomorrow?”

“Sure, sweetie,” I caught myself saying.  “But after nine, okay?”

“Okay.  G’nite, babe!”

I don’t remember walking home.

I lay in bed after the shower and the shave and while I was drifting asleep, it was appearing that I’d acquired a teenaged girlfriend.  An unusual teenaged girlfriend.

Sleep came.  Good sleep.  Really good sleep, because I awoke to a ringing, buzzing commotion as my cellphone tried jitterbugging at the end of its charger cable.  I blinked my eyes, trying to clear then as I reached around to grab the phone.  The clock said 0900.  The phone brought me a smile, because it had a number I didn’t’ recognize and when I answered, the voice coming out was sweet and teenaged and sounded very much like Kim.

“Hi, babe,” she said.  “Did I wake you up?”

“Uh-huh,” I said.  “But I usually don’t sleep late anyway.”

“I set my alarm for nine,” she said.  “And when it went off, I called you.  If you come over, we’re doin’ breakfast here.  Bacon and eggs and hash browns.”

“Who’s cooking that?” I asked.

“We all are,” Kim answered.  “Aunt Jenny’s a pretty good cook.  Me and Laci, we’re helpin’.”

“They said that I was invited?”

“Yeah.  I won’t tell you what else they said.”  Giggle.

“What else did they say?”

“Ummm, oh well, they said that I shouldn’t HAVE to call.  I should just roll over and slap you on the butt.”

“Uh…”

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I said.  Are you comin’ over?”

“Yeah.  I’ll be there.  In a few minutes.  I need to get dressed.”

Brightly, she answered.  “’Kay, babe.  See ya in a minute.”

I hoped that weekend morning informal dress would work.  I pulled on a pair of khaki shorts (belted, of course.  Engineer, you know.) a colored, pocketed (that makes it formal) t-shirt, and shoes with athletic socks.  Five minutes later I was let in the door by Kim in a nightshirt and ushered into the dining room.  “Sit!” she said.

Jenny’s head and shoulder appeared in the kitchen door.  “How do you like your eggs?”  She was wearing a football jersey.  I couldn’t see what was on the bottom half.

“Over easy works fine.”

“Coffee?” came Laci’s voice.

“God, yes,” I said.  “Two sugars.  One cream.”

Laci came in with a tray.  “Do I look like a waitress?”  The tray held mugs of steaming coffee and a sugar bowl and little pitcher of cream.

I looked.  She was wearing a nightshirt, long t-shirt looking thing that ended at the thigh.  It did little to hide some rounded curves and a nice pair of titties that despite the absence of a bra, were NOT sagging.  In the back of my mind I was entertaining the thought that she was actually attractive.  I took the offered tray and doctored my coffee to my taste.  I was savoring caffeinated vapor and sipping when Kim sat a plate of food in front of me and sat down beside me with her own plate.

Jenny appeared with plates for herself and Laci.  Jenny’s football jersey was all she had on too, and hers ended slightly below the cheeks of her ass.  I breathed deeply.  At least she had panties on.

Kim looked at me.  Yes, there were two other women in the room, women who, had it not been for them being lesbian, I would have, well, they WERE still attractive.  But I had eyes for Kim.  Only.

Kim smiled.  “I forgot your orange juice.”

“I’m okay, babe,”I said.

“Nope.  I’ll be right back.”  She came back with four glasses and a carton of juice.  She sat back down, poured her and me each a cup and scooted her chair closer as we ate breakfast together.  We finished together and as I sat back, I felt her hand pat my bare knee under the table.  I couldn’t let this go unacknowledged.  I reached under the table and squeezed her fingers.  She smiled at me.

We found out that four was entirely too many for the small kitchen of these apartments.  Jenny and Kim shooed me out.  I thanked them for breakfast and went back to my own apartment.  Twenty minutes later there was the doorbell.   I opened it, expecting Kim.  It wasn’t Kim.  It was Jenny.

“Oh, hi,” I said.  “Come in.”

“Tim, I don’t have long, Laci’s waiting on me, and Kim’s taking her shower.  We need to talk.”

“We?  About what?”

“Not what,” she said, “who.  Kim.”

“Okay.  You’ve got my attention.”  I was all ears.

She drew a breath.  “Things are strange in my life right now.  Laci an’ me, well, we’d be living together, but she’s worried about what it shows Kim.  But that’s not the half of it.”

“No?”

“No.  Kim’s never been one to go on about guys.  She’s been on two, maybe three dates since she moved in with me.  And then YOU come along.  It’s like somebody hit her in the head with a hammer.  Tim, don’t take this wrong, but she’s thunderstruck.  I’ve heard of it.  I might even believe it, you know, “love at first sight” but maybe it’s fairy tale stuff, too, but you need to know…”

“How do you know this?” I asked.

“Every time she’s been with me the last two days it’s been “Tim this” and “Tim that” and “He’s so nice.  Don’t you think he’s nice?”

“Look, Jenny.  I just met her and you two days ago.  I didn’t do anything to encourage her.  She’s the neatest girl her age I’ve ever met.  Make that ANY age.  She’s a dream for a geek like me.  But I’m over twenty years older than her.  I just thought I was somebody interesting to her, somebody to break the routine.”

“So you’re saying “no way”?  I mean, if she…”

“Oh, I’d love to think it was possible.  She’s smarter than smart, and funny and mature and…  Do you see how **I** sound?”  I don’t know what I was trying to say.

“SO you would…?”

“Hurt her?  Never!”

“But what if she looks at you and says, “Tim, I love you…”  Then what, Tim?”

“Then I have a very delicate balance to walk, because I’ve already had my heart ripped out by one woman.”

“Don’t you hurt my Kim, boy.  She needs love.  Not to be used.  To be LOVED.  I sound like I’m trying to convince you…” Jenny’s face told me volumes.

“No, Jen,” I said.  “I was teetering on the edge.  I fear I may have just been pushed over.”

“Good.  Be good to her.  I know where you live.”

“Yeah, okay.  Can Laci be the best man at our wedding?”

“Oh, shit, Tim!  Wait’ll I tell her you said that.”  Jenny left.  I walked back to my recliner.  Sat.  I hadn’t felt anything like that since I walked off the plane in Iraq.

The doorbell rang again.  I opened it, knowing that this one was Kim.  It was.  “Okay, babe, what do YOU have in mind today?”

“D’ya have a problem with a ride around the countryside.  A park maybe.  Pretty day.  Nature and all that?”  She looked at me, those blue eyes expectant above the freckles punctuating her cheeks.

I couldn’t help but smile. “A brilliant idea.  Let me grab some stuff.”

“Uh, what kind of stuff?”  She eyed me.

“Babe!” I said.  “New car.  Nothing in it.  We need to have a FEW things.  Tools and such. AND, with the prospect of sitting in a park somewhere, perhaps a blanket to protect tender heinies from the immediate contact with nature…”

Giggle.  “You ARE an engineer.”

“Yeah.  Let’s see…  I walked up the hall and retrieved an old blanket.  “Here’s a blanket that’ll work.  We can get the trouble bag out of the truck.  I’ll but the stuff to equip another one this week.  Let’s go, punkin…”

“Punkin?”  she squealed.  “is that a good thing?”

“Everybody loves punkins, babe.  Even forty year old engineers.”

Hands wrapped around my biceps as we walked out.  When I got back from the truck with the trouble bag, Kim was sitting in the driver seat, smiling.  “You don’t mind if I drive, do you?”

“To the gas station,” I said.  “I have a voucher from the dealer for a tank of gas.  And then I drive.”

“Oooo-kay…” she feigned a pout.  “I never have any fun…”

“Little girl, your life is ALL fun right now.  Wait’ll you get into college…”

And off we went.  At the gas station, I filled us up, then we drove off with her in the driver seat.  She reached over the console and took my hand.  At the stoplight I looked at her face.  That perfect, loving face.  “Loving?”

“Uh, Tim…” Little voice.  “you don’t mind talking to me, do you?”

“Nope, Kim, you’re the easiest person in the world to talk to.  These last two days have been an absolute blast.”

“With me?”

“With you.  I wish I was eighteen again.  You’d be on my list for sure.”

Her expression got a bit grim.  “But since I’m sixteen, and you’re forty, I’m a non-person…”  her eyes lost the gleam.

I sucked in a sharp breath as the light changed.  “Not exactly, Kim.  Twenty-four years is a lot of age difference.  But there are things that I found out about you in the last two days that make you so much…  but twenty-four years…”

Kim took control.  “Tim Duncan.  I am an honors student in high school.  I have a 4.0 average in math, and that includes trig and calculus.  I think I can tell you the difference between sixteen and forty-one.  It’s twenty-five.   And I could’ve been a NUN for all I cared about boys in high school.  The smart ones.  The cool ones.   The nerds.  The geeks. The jocks.  I didn’t care.  I even dated.  A few times.  D’you know what it’s like being a female and going out with a guy and you want to talk about things like the space station or current events and you find out that what your chosen partner for the evening has in mind is a little exploration of your body?  Or “babe, I know where there’s a party, and they got beer an’ weed…”?  And that’s what passes for MY social life?  I even went on a weekend with a church group.  Separate buses for the boys and the girls.  And you should’ve heard the stories the girls were tellin’ each other.  A church group!  And **I** was the ONLY virgin in the bunch.”

I listened, driving.

“And so here I am, living with my lesbian aunt, the one person in my life who treats me like family, and I’ve got most of the teachers in school looking upon me favorably, and life is just a little bit better, and the YOU walk into my life.  It’s like somebody whanged me in the head with a cast iron skillet.”

She crossed her arms.  Her bottom lip was stuck out.  Not pouting.  Determined.  She continued.  “It’s like “Blam!” and a little voice said, “Kimberly, now that we have your undivided attention, that guy over there in the jeans, HE’S the ONE.”, and I am wondering what exactly that takes…”

“What what takes?” I asked.

“Getting it through your terribly intelligent but apparently clueless skull.”

“I think you’re doing a pretty good job of it right now.”

The smile came back.  A little, anyway.

“Okay,” I said.  “My turn.”

The smile waned.  “I’m listening.”

And a voice in my head, Jenny’s saying “Don’t you hurt my Kim.”  With that in mind, I asked, “You’re in advance placement classes, right?”

“Yes,” she said, cautiously.

“Then you know about terms like forever and infinity and stuff like that.”

A cautious nod.

“Well, let me tell you, Miss Kimberly Elkins, I once loved a woman and stood in front of friends and family and declared that love, forever, just like she did.  “Forever” didn’t mean the same to her that it did to me.   That liked to have killed me.  For real.  Had it not been for some of the friends and family, I would not have made it.  As it was, I did.  And when I tried to replace what was missing, I was treated very shabbily, used, by women who wanted something when they offered little in return.” I heaved in a breath.  “So, Miss Kimberly, what does LOVE mean to you?  And I KNOW you know what forever is.”

Serious-faced Kim looked at me.  “Don’t you think that didn’t cross my mind?  When I graduate from college, I will be twenty and you will be forty-five.  Under present day actuarial figures WHAT???  “I was playing with a sixteen year old girl who knew “actuarial”?), you’re pretty much assured, being in good health, of living until you’re eighty, and probably more.  Using that math that you accuse me of knowing, I think we will have forty good years together.  Now, Mister Engineer, wouldn’t you rather have forty good years with the person you love than forty years without them?  I thought real love wasn’t about physical things like looks… and age.”

I couldn’t help the smile.  “Is this the way that it’s always going to be?”

“Is WHAT the way?”

“You being right all the time.”

“Always?” she beamed.

“You’re not the only one who can get struck by lightning.  Or a cast iron skillet.”

Her eyes brightened.  “So do you…”

“Love you?  Yes, Kimberly Elkins.  I love you.”

“I love you too, Tim,” the words rushed out.  She pulled my hand to her lips and kissed it.

“Now what, little love?” I asked.

“We had a day planned, didn’t we?’  She smiled.  “Let’s do it.”

“So it shall be,” I said.  Oh, there was still turmoil in my head. But there was a big spot of thought that was settled.  And very happy.  Looking at a smile I would come to know and savor, apparently so was Kim.  My Kim.

We did drive through the countryside, autumn in the Deep South being different than up north, and a riverside park provided us a place to spread that blanket out.

I did the spreading.  Kim knelt in the middle of it, and for the first time, I could really LOOK at her without feelings of guilt or worry that she’d see me looking longer than was acceptable.  Her face turned toward me.  A zephyr blew a wisp of hair across her face and she shook it back in place with a toss of her head, leaving her bangs in delicious disarray.  Her blue eyes.  The slight smile on her lips.  Trusting.  She extended her hand.

“Here.  Beside me.”  She said it with serious tone.  I complied.

She got close to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.  The little kiss last night?  Today’s was better. Softer, tentative, yet.  She sighed.  And kissed, we kissed again.  I barely parted my lips and brushed my tongue across her lips.  Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue met mine.  For the first time.  Her lips pressed harder and her tongue explored.  Finally we broke with us sighing in duet.

“Tim,” she said, “I hope I don’t disappoint you, but that was my first real kiss.  With a grown-up guy.  For real.   Not little kids.”

“It was the absolute most wonderful kiss I have ever had, Kim.”

“No, you don’t have to say that, Tim.  I know you’ve been with other women.  More experienced and all that.”

“No, baby, YOU need to understand.  You kissed because YOU wanted to kiss ME, not because you were just with somebody and you were expected to kiss.  And I didn’t think that there was a snowball’s chance in hell that I’d ever get a kiss like that again in my live.  No, Kimberly, your kiss is my rebirth.”

She pushed me gently back onto the blanket and smothered me with little kisses.  And I smothered back.  She had her hand on my chest, my neck, her leg insinuated between mine, and I felt stirrings…  Stirrings, hell, I was as hard as a rock.

Our blanket, though… beautiful fall afternoon in a public park…  we were already on the edge as far as public display of affection.  I caressed her face, feeling the velvet skin.  She pressed her cheek against my hand, her smile alluring yet demure.

“Tim,” she said, “ it’s not just kissing.  I’ve never…  nothing.  Never touched a guy…  never been touched.  I’ve read.  And TV and movies and stuff.  And listened to other people talkin’.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” I said.  “You’re in control.  We do what you want, when you want.  If something makes you nervous, or whatever, you say stop and we’ll stop.  I’m not in heat.  I am loving my amazing partner.”

Another kiss.  A hot kiss.  “Okay.  Let’s pick up our blanket and go back.  We can eat an early dinner.”

“Okay, love,” I said.  We stood and I folded the blanket and with it under one arm, and with her on the other, we returned to the SUV.

The drive back to town was enriched as we talked about things like her plans for further education, (“I’m sixteen.  I’m not SURE what I want to do.  Major?  I am just not sure.”) classes, (I help the teachers in calculus class and I help out in algebra instead of doing study hall) and reading (speculative science fiction.)  and I got the feeling with each mile behind us that this was not just an unusual young girl, but a UNIQUE young girl.

“So you were in the army?” she asked.

“Yeah.  ROTC paid for some of my college.  I had to serve four years when I finished.”

“What’d you do in the army?” she asked.

“I was a lieutenant in the combat engineers.  Helped people cross ditches and blew up things.”

“Uh… Ohhhhh!”

“Thousands of people in the army, babe.  I was just one of ‘em.”

“And you used to run around the country building things?”

“Yes, baby.  It’s one way an engineer can earn a living.  If you’re good at it, people will come looking for you with good money in their hands.  But living on the road gets old after a while.  So I got a job at the plant across the river.  And then I rented an apartment…”

Giggle.  “That’s almost as good as “Once upon a time”, babe” she said.  Apparently I wasn’t going to be given use of my right hand, because she was holding it for all she was worth.

Easing back into town, she said, “Uh. Babe, can we just do a hamburger for supper?”

“Sure,” I said.  “Whatever you want.”

“A burger.  And then home.”  And that sounded pretty definitive.

Home.  A two bedroom apartment.  The abode of a single guy, forty, well, forty-one, actually, who when he signed the lease had a pretty solid plan for a life a semi-solitude.  And that guy, me, was walking in the front door with a sixteen-year old girl holding his hand.

If I was your typical lecher, I guess I’d have been thinking I’d hit the jackpot, but that wasn’t me.  I was really more scared and nervous than I’d ever been in my life.  My long-departed wife and I, neither one of us had been virgins, innocent, when we met and merged and eventually married.  My own virginity had disappeared at seventeen in one of those blurs of a little purloined alcohol and a few friends including the proverbial “experienced” girl to whom I was just another interesting and different dick for the evening.

And here I was with this complex set of characteristics that was Kim.   And she’d told me she was a virgin, and her aunt had told me that she was inexperienced with dating, much less being in love, and I had no idea as to how this was all supposed to work.  I’m an engineer.  Materials and forces all follow established laws.  I can take a piece of copper and from a few measurements I can determine how much electricity will pass through it before it gets too hot, and how much more before it will fail.  But this wasn’t a material, this was Kim, and on the third day since we’d met, the last thing I wanted was to hurt her in any way.

She’d said “love” and I wanted to be her source of love and happiness and good feelings and laughter.  That quirky smile of hers?  I wanted that to be MY smile.  Her laughter?  I wanted it to be MINE.  Those clear blue eyes?  I wanted to wake and see them as the first image in my day.  When she grinned and the corners of her eyes crinkled, I wanted that to be mine. So I was scared as I pushed the key into the lock.  I let her into the door ahead of me and shut it behind me.

She reached around and turned the deadbolt.  Then she pushed ME back against the door and I was glad for her height because I just tilted my face down for my lips to meet hers and her arms wrapped me and all I could do was reciprocate, my right hand on her shoulder and my left on her waist, and she insinuated her body against me.

“Tim,” she sighed, her lips inches from mine, “I don’t know if this is gonna work.”

Horror coursed through my veins.

And she grinned, “I mean, we’re “Tim ‘n’ Kim.”  That’s just too contrived for me to imagine.  I don’t know if I can stand it…”  It was an evil grin.

“I’m going to the courthouse tomorrow and change my name to Beauregard, you little beast.  Or we change yours to Heloise.”

Smirk.  Giggle.  “Nah.  “Tim ‘n’ Kim sounds okay.”  Another kiss.  Twinkly eyes.  And a grin.  “Babe, your face gives you away.  Remind me never to let you play poker with me an’ Aunt Jenny and Laci.  They’ll clean you out.”

“You took advantage, babe!  Here I was, all caught up in the moment, tenderly kissing the love of my live and she pulls horrid tricks on me.”

Another kiss.  “Does that make it better, babe?” she asked.

“It may take several.”  I said, over-acting, to her delight.

“Let’s see if I know how to fix it, then.”  She smiled.  “There’s something you do that I want to see you do today.”

“What?”  My mind was running fast through a stack of possibilities and none of them were coming up as likely.

“Yesterday you sat in your recliner while we were talking.  Go sit!”

That one hadn’t even been on the list.  I sat and tilted back.

“I hope that thing can hold both of us,” she giggled, sitting on the arm and then sliding back into my lap.

What do you think I’d do?  I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her.

She cooed in my ear, “I wanted to just jump in your lap yesterday.”

“You’d’ve  given me a heart attack, babe.”

Giggle.  “I know.  But I thought about it.  Wanted to.”

I said, “But, babe, you’d just met me the day before.”

“Yeah,” she said.  “I know.  My head was still ringing from that skillet.  And helping you Saturday, putting your stuff tougher, straightening up stuff, every time I…  It was like turning over a rock, and there’s a gold coin.  And another rock, and another coin.  And another rock…”

Conversation was punctuated with kisses. My hands caressed her back and shoulders and I ran my fingers through that sassy brown hair and let my fingertips tickle the back of her neck.  She purred.  “Mmmmm, gosh, Tim, I feel like I’m SUPPOSED to be here.”

“You are, babe.”  Her shirt had ridden up a little, exposing her waist above her shorts.  And my hand touched velvet, warm skin.  “You feel good to me, too.”  And she was caressing my face with one hand as we kissed, the other cradling my head.

Another purr.  “mmmmm…  I knew when you touched me it would feel like this…” our lips met and she purred as we kissed, her tongue touching, exploring my own.

And I had a problem.  Not a particularly BIG problem, just a “middle of the Gaussian distribution” six inches, but those six inches wanted to be straight, and they weren’t.  I kept trying to push the discomfort out of my mind, but five feet eight inches and a hundred and forty pounds of sixteen-year old curled in my lap kissing me was making sure that the problem wouldn’t go away.  I couldn’t stand it any longer.  Finally, I said, “Babe, I hate to ask, but could you get up for a second…”

She started to maneuver off my lap.  “I knew it.  I’m too big…”

“Oh, god, no, sweetie…  I need to move.”

Her eyes saw the part the needed moving and widened perceptibly.  “Oh, gosh, I’m sorry, baby,” she said.  “I told you, I don’t know ANYTHING.  I wasn’t thinking…”

“Neither was it,” I said.  “It just reacts.”

“That’s not an “it”, that’s a “he”,” she said.  “And I…  Tim, I’ve never kissed a guy, much less sat on his lap like we’re doing…  I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said, standing.  I turned away and adjusted it so it was pointed in a direction that made it happier, and the activity and the change in conversation and the absence of the soft roundness of Kim’s bottom in my lap, well, it lost a lot of urgency.  Still, I left it pointed up, semi-hard, and I sat back down.

Kim’s eyes.  A little smile.  “I did that…”

“Yes, undeniably, you did that.  “That” doesn’t do that by itself.” I said.

“Is it okay?  Can I?”

I held my arms out for her to resume her place on my lap.

“I’ll be careful,” she said, returning to my arms.

“That has nothing to do with you being careful, cutie.  It is almost a reflex, a reaction to a beautiful, happy female in my arms, and you are the most beautiful, and I hope, very happy.”

Kiss.  Long kiss.  And a sigh. “Very happy.”

“Good,” I said.  “I am too.”

She looked into my eyes.  “I think you’re blind, though.”

“Blind?  Not me… why?”

“You keep saying I’m beautiful.”

“Little one,” I said, leaning forward to kiss her on the end of her slightly upturned nose, “you are beautiful.  You’re tall, well-proportioned, you have beautiful eyes, a smile that would melt stones, that beautiful head of hair, freckles that demand to be respected, lips to die for…  beauty that requires no artificial enhancement.  Yes, I think you’re beautiful.  And I love you.  But it thought you were beautiful when I saw you standing on the sidewalk Friday with your arms crossed.”

“Arms crossed…  I don’t…  I’m not… my titties aren’t big.  Guys like big ones.”

“I must admit that some guys do.  I… wait, remember who said that real love wasn’t about physical things like looks?”

“Yeah, but…” she stuttered.

“No buts.  But since you brought the subject up, I think you’re absolutely perfect.  In every way.  Nothing I’d change, even if I could.”

“Are you sure?”

I kissed her as an answer.  I felt her hand on my chest, touching, exploring, then moving up to caress my neck.

“Babe, your shirt…”  her forehead was touching mine, our eyes locked.

“My shirt?” I whispered.

“Take it off.  It’s not a big deal for guys…”

How innocent my Kim was.  Yes, it was no big deal, if we were talking about swimming or lounging around the pool.  We’d done that.  She knew what my chest looked like, and she knew that I wasn’t smooth-chested.  But she asked.  And sat back to clear me room to pull my shirt up over my head.  The hand that was simply soothing and arousing a dreamy way a minute before was like lightning when she touched my bare chest.  It was my turn to purr.  “mmmmm,” I moaned softly.

“You like this, baby?” she asked.

“Your touch…  it’s like cool fire…  it’s been so long since I was touched…  and you touch me, and it’s like I was NEVER touched before…”

She leaned forward to put her lips against mine, her hand exploring my chest.  She covered my breast with her hand and gripped, squeezed, then released, her fingers dragging to land her fingertips on my nipple.  I shuddered.

“You like that, hmmmm?”

‘Yesssss,” I hissed.

“If I keep doing stuff like this…  I’m not being fair, am I?”

“Fair has nothing to do with anything.  Your touch is electric, Kim.”

“Babe, I love you.  You have to KNOW I do….”

“And?” I asked.

“And, well, I’m…  Tim, you’re going to be my first, my only.  But it’s not going to be tonight.”

“Babe, I don’t care.  I’m not trying to get in your pants.  I want in your heart.”

“You’re in there, babe.  Timothy Duncan, you ARE there.”  Kiss.

I said, “I want to be in YOUR head.”

“There,too.” Another kiss.  And a sigh, a little exasperated.  “But you’ve fallen in love with a girl who’s having a stupid period.”

“All things in due time, dearest,” I said, kissing her with little kisses across her cheeks and nose.  “You are my precious angel, and you get to say if, or when…”

“You haven’t tried…” she said.

“I want you, baby.  What red-blooded man wouldn’t.  But I want you because you want me, not because I sweet-talked you or put a guilt trip on you or got you drunk or high or whatever.  And kissing you, caressing you, having you in my arms, you’ve brought things back to life that have been dead for years.”

She took my hand and pressed its palm against her breast.  I felt firm sweet flesh.

“These are yours, too, babe.  I…  touch me.” She pulled her shirt off, then started to unfasten her bra.

“No, let me,” I said.  She eased forward into my arms and I unhooked two hooks.  She shrugged it off and dropped it beside the chair, sitting back.

I saw perfect “B” cups. Pink areoles, less than an inch in diameter.  Nipples were perked up like pink pencil erasers.  I touched, letting my fingers savor the feeling of this young girl’s beauty.  My fingers touched her nipples and she shuddered.  Then smiled.  “I did that to you?  No wonder you jumped.”

“You’re beautiful.  These are perfection.”  I bent forward as she looked, almost in disbelief.  My lips closed over her left nipple.  Her hands went to my head.  The thought crossed my mind that perhaps this was further than she was willing to go, but that thought went away as her hands pulled me into her chest.  And when I used my tongue…

“Mmmmnnnnnnnhhhhhhh, oh, Tim!  Ohhhhhh…  I… Ohhhhhhh”  and she did pull my head back, replacing her nipple with her mouth.

“Babe…” she said, breaking the kiss.  “I want you.  But not tonight…”

“I want you too.  And we better slow down…”

“Oh, god, I don’t want to…”  she sighed heavily.  “Damn period.  Baby, I… I didn’t mean, to, you know… tease you…”

I sighed.  I was more erect than I can ever remember.  And she kissed me and it was okay.

“Can we just go this far?” she asked.  Her eyes were honest.

“As far as you want to go,” I said. As I said it, I ran m hands across her bare back, my fingers savoring the feel of her smooth skin, healthy, soft, and her reactions were purrs as she lay her head on my shoulder, melting into me.

Her hand curved up to let her run her fingers through my short hair, toying with it as we breathed in unison.  Then her fingers stiffened and she turned my head and her face rose to kiss me.

“You touch me and make me feel loved,” she said.

“That’s because I love you,” I said, pushing my lips through the soft sleekness of her hair.

“You know, even though I’m having a stupid period, we could, uh, take our pants off, she said.  “Get us a little closer together.”

I mulled this thought over for about a second and a half.  “I could feel those pretty legs against mine,” I said.

She reacted by standing up and unfastening her jeans, all the while staring at me.  The zipper came down and she spread them and eased them down past her hips, revealing pink hip-hugger panties.  God, I wanted her…

A sexy wiggle and those jeans collected at her ankles and she stepped out.  “Your turn,” she smiled.

I stood and she took my place sitting in my recliner, watching.  I unbuckled my belt and popped the button on my own jeans, then unzipped.  I hooked my thumbs in the waistband.  “Last chance before they go down, babe,” I said.

“Oh, Tim, I’m sitting here in my panties in your living room.”  She stuck her tongue out at me.

I slid my jeans down and stepped out of them, my own briefs tented out from a tremendous erection.  Yes, they were briefs, but at least they weren’t white.  Royal blue.

“Come closer,” she said.

My mind ran through several possible results of obeying, and all of them were good.  I stepped up to stand in front of her.  She looked up at me. Her hands reached out and touched my chest, her fingers curling in the hair there.  Her fingers straightened and she drew in a breath.  I did, too…  Oxygenation.  I might just need it.  Her hands slid down my chest onto my stomach.

“You’re my guy now, aren’t you, Tim?” she asked, her cool blue eyes connecting with mine. “Mine.  Like in happily ever after?”

“Like in forever.  And you and I will work out the “happy” together.”

Her hands slid down until the heel s of her palms was resting on the elastic band of my briefs.

Oxygen!  My brain needed it!  I breathed again.  Her hands traveled away from my belly around my waist and gently pulled me closer.  I eased forward.  The tent in my briefs was mere inches from her mouth and I could feel her breath, even through the cloth.  Her hands slid further back and she slid them down, cupping my ass.  My knees were quivering as her fingers touched me through the fabric.  She let them explore my butt.  I’ve never had a woman actually explore my ass, but it was being done now as our eyes stayed connected.

Her tongue licked her slightly open lips as her thumbs hooked into the elastic waistband on either side of my spine and pulled down.  I felt the air hit bare skin on my butt.  This was the last chance I’d have.  I put my hands on the sides of that pretty face and squatted in front of her and kissed her.

“Baby, are you sure?  I don’t do this for fun.”

“I love you, Tim,” she said.  “Let me…  Stand up.”

I resumed standing.  She dragged my briefs down under the cheeks of my ass, then her fingers followed the elastic around to the front.  My hard prod was preventing the briefs from sliding down easily.  Her fingers tugged the waistband away from my belly and then down, freeing my dick, its circumcised head purplish and exuding a tiny wetness of lubricant.

Her eyes left mine.  They were fixed on my throbbing hardness.  She paused for a second and then finished pulling my briefs down past my thighs.  They feel around my ankles.  I didn’t dare move for fear of breaking a fragile moment.  Her eyes turned back up to my face.  “I…  Tim, I’ve never…  never seen a guy’s…  when I wanted to LOOK.  And touch… “

“Oh, my baby, Kim…” I got ready for my knees to give up completely because I saw her fingers start towards my erection. The first touch has less physical impact than a butterfly landing on a rose, but lightning coursed through me.

She curled her fingers around it, being drawn by her natural curiosity.  A tentative squeeze gave me yet another chance to overcome collapse.  Her hand loosened and she moved it and discovered the outer skin sliding over the hard shaft beneath it. And then her other hand joined the first, the fingertips of that hand tracing, testing the purple helmet throbbing before her.  She noticed my shudder this time.

“Are you okay, babe?” she asked, her eyes reading my face.

“Uh-huh,” I managed to utter.

“Would it be easier if you… we got in bed?”  Her eyes twinkled.  “Then I won’t worry about you shaking every time I touch you.”

I nodded and she popped up out of the chair, herself nude except for those pink panties, her proud young breasts defying gravity in their sassy swell.  She took me by the hand and led me towards the bed.  She turned down the covers and knelt in the middle, patting the clean sheets in front of her.  “Lay down,” she commanded.

I complied.  She crawled over me her breasts pressing into my chest, her pink hard nipples punctuating the feelings surrounding  a passionate kiss. Those long legs spread to the outside of my own and I felt her panty-clad mons rub a path over my dick.  I moaned.  She moaned, too, grinding that soft mound into me.

“It’s gonna be good for us, babe,” she said.  “It is.”

I couldn’t do much more than groan.  She rolled sideways off me.

“I can’t believe it’s so hard, babe.  When I do this…” her hand stroked gently over the head and down the length of the shaft, “Does it feel good?  I’m…  I don’t KNOW.  I’ve heard, but I never…”

“It feels wonderful, baby,” I said.  “You’ve got me so excited…”

“Like in orgasm, like they told us about in sex ed?”

“Like that, babe.  If you do that much longer, it’s gonna squirt all over…”

The curiosity on her face mixed with mischief.  Kim was making me VERY happy and this was exciting to her.  “This?” she asked, her hand playing over my dick.

She was obviously not experienced, but the joy of me sharing in her discovery had me aroused far past anything I’d ever experienced before.  “Oh, yeah.  Just a light grip and slide the skin up and down.”

And her fingers of her other hand found my balls, and tickled and I lost it.  “Unnghhh!” I grunted as the first spurt leapt from my dick, launched to parts unknown.

“Eek!  Now what?” she squealed.

I took her hand with mine and pressed her fingers around me and milked in time to augment the second surge which landed over my shoulder on the sheets.  The third and fourth ended up on my chest and belly and then subsequent, at least seven, surged out and over our hands together.  I collapsed back onto the pillow.

“Wow!  Is it always like that?” she giggled.

“No, little one, it’s NEVER been like that.  You move me to new heights.”
Chapter Four

“You’re sweet,” she said, still holding my dick, but moving up to kiss me.  She looked at her hand, fingers covered with semen.  “It’s slick,” she said, fondling my softening dick.  I could barely stand the intensity of the feelings caused by her slippery fingers .  She kissed me again, a quick peck, one I would come to know as a precursor to a question.

“Blowjobs…” she said.

“Blowjobs?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’ve heard about ‘em.  Lots of girls do ‘em.  Seems like something guys like.”

“Yeah, I can’t think of a guy who DOESN’T like being tended to by a willing mouth,” I said.

She giggled.  “I don’t know how many of those girls were THAT willing.  I mean, they DID it, but some of ‘em didn’t sound like they LIKED doing it.”

“Some girls do, some don’t,” I said matter of factly.  “And the term “blowjob” sounds sort of coarse to my ear.”

“I know,” she said.  Her fingertip was playing idly in a glob of cum on my belly.  “But some girls… uh, the guy does THIS in their mouth?”

“Yeah, some do.  Some don’t.”

“And some of ‘em swallow this?”  she looked at me with questioning eyes.

“Yes, some do.  I’ve heard of women who’d let the guy come in their mouth, then they’d spit it out, too.  And some women would suck on a guy but pull away when he got ready to come.”

Her fingertip pulled out of the puddle she was playing in and went directly to her mouth. Her eyes took a twinkle and she smiled around the finger, pulling it out of her lips in a flourish to scoop up another sample.  “You’re gonna do this in my mouth, babe.”

I gasped as she twirled around and sucked my cummy soft dick into her mouth.

“I can’t believe you just did that, Kim.”

“Did you not want me to?”

“Oh, god, no…  I wanted you to do EVERYTHING to me.  But I… today was the first time we kissed.”

“Was the first time we said we loved each other, too.”

“And I meant it, baby.”

“Uh, the YOU love me, and I love YOU, and this is part of the way people who love each other share part of their love, huh?”

“Yes, it is.  I never could separate this from the rest.  That’s why I was the way I’ve been.  Until I met Kim.”

She smiled.  “Then what I just did to you, it was okay?”

My dick was hardening in her hand.  “Yes, it IS okay.  I belong to you.  ALL of me.  Even that part.”

Giggle.  “It’s getting hard in my HAND.  But sucking on it?  I did that right?”

“You couldn’t do it wrong, little girl.”

Her head bobbed down, her hair swinging at her chin, and I watched the first two inches of my dick disappear in her mouth for a long, vacuuming suck.  As she released me, her tongue accompanied the head out of her mouth.

“Come here, babe,” I said, tugging her up to bring her face to mine.  I kissed her.  “You’re the single most incredibly desirable woman in the world.”

“Even on my period?” she asked?

“You start off being sexy in here,” I said, kissing her forehead. “And then you have a perfect body…  and you’re, uh… YOU!”

She let go of my dick to give me a two-armed hug.  “If you get me this excited today, give me a couple of days when I finish this period…” and a smother of kisses, then she remembered a new toy.  A toy that was hard and happily waiting to be played with.

Giggle.  “It likes ME!”  And I felt wonderful, moist warmth and suction.  “Mmmmmm” from her throat reverberated through my body.  Her head popped up and she smiled at me, the head of my dick resting against her bottom lip.  “Can I bite?”

“It’s yours.  Bite.  Just not too hard. And don’t do much more than drag your teeth across the head.  It’s VERY sensitive,” I instructed.

“How hard?” she questioned.

“Come up here.  Let me show you.” I pulled her up and bent down to kiss a nipple.  Her hand clasped me to her breast.  I sucked and tongued it.

“Mmmm, that’s good…”

I bit lightly.  “How about that?”

“That’s good, too…”

“Harder?”

“Mmmm-hmm.”

I did a little harder until I felt a flutter of her fingers on the back of my head.  “Like that,” I said.  And gave her other nipple a lingering sucking.

“Uhhhhh…  got it.”  And she went down on me and practiced her new knowledge.  And her tongue played with my balls.

“Gentle with those,” I cautioned.  “The ball is very sensitive to excessive pressure or suction.”

So she had to experiment.  I only suffered a couple of twinges as she learned her limits and giggled, her lips open, a bit of my scrotum skin lightly held between her pearly white teeth.  “This is FUN!” she giggled.  Then she moved up slightly and tilted my dick to her waiting mouth.  “But this thing is MADE for me to suck on.” And she sucked.  And her quick mind tied the sucking with what she’d just discovered about sliding her hand up and down my shaft and in a matter of a few happy minutes I was headed to my second orgasm.

“Babe,” I said, “you’ve got me VERY close.”

“I can tell,” she said, barely pulling her mouth away from me.  “It keeps givin’ me this salty stuff.”  Her head dipped back down.  Long suck.  Teeth. Tongue.

I stroked her pretty head.

“I want you, bad, babe,” she said.

“Close!  I’m so close!”  I gasped.  I stroked her head.  I didn’t push her or hold her in place, just touched her in gratitude for the eruption she was raising in me.

“Mmmmm,” was the response.  Somewhere she managed to get her free hand under my balls and her fingers tickled under my sack, then gently tugged and squeezed.

“Nnnghhhhhh! Yessss!”  I surged my hips up into her hungry mouth.

“Mmmpphhh…” The first spurt hit her mouth.  I felt her tongue press as she swallowed.  A second, then a third, and then she swallowed again, and then sucked me gently and slowly, draining every drop from me.  I was collapsed, almost unable to move, when she finally let my softened dick fall gently from her mouth.

She planted a final kiss on it.  Then she crawled up atop me and kissed me on the mouth, I put my hand behind her head and trapped her lips against mine, our tongues wrestling each other, tasting a new taste in her mouth, traces of my own semen.

She rolled sideways off me and I rolled to keep her in my arms.  Her eyes were bright, laughing, joyous.  “I made you feel good?” she asked.

“Very good.  Especially that part where I returned from a parallel universe,” I said.  “I love you, Kim.”

“I love you too, Tim.” She sighed.  “But as much as I’d love to stay here in your arms all night, Aunt Jenny’s going to be expecting me.”

“I guess I have to let you go then,” I said.

“It won’t always be like that.  I need to get her to understand some things.”

“She probably understands more things than you think, baby,” I said.  I was going to tell her more but thought the better of it.  “If she’s in love with Laci, then she knows what you’re feeling…”

“I think so, but still, she’s been very protective of me.  And I can’t just all of a sudden spend the night over here.  How’d you say it?  “In due time?”  Then in due time.”

We spend another half-hour in each other’s arms before reluctantly getting up.  I kissed her with each article of clothing she put on.  I got dressed.  I walked her home, two doors down.  The lights were out.

“I’ll let myself in, babe,” she said.  And she kissed me good night, a demure, innocent looking kiss, belying the fact that a mere hour before she had devoured me.

I went home and showered and when I hit the bed, I suffered a feeling of loneliness that I hadn’t felt in years.  And I slept.  And got up on Monday morning and went to work.  And for the first time in years I kept pausing during the day.  No, I wasn’t reliving a sex act.  I was envisioning that almost blonde hair, those bright blue eyes, that smile, the little hitch, almost a skip, when she started walking, the feel of her hand in mine.  I had no doubt.  I was in love.

Eleven o’clock.  I was in my office with a stack of invoices to sign and my phone rang.  Outside number.  “XYZCorp.  Tim Duncan. Can I help you?”

Female voice on the other end.  “MISTER Tim Duncan, you can tell me what you did to my sixteen year old niece.”  Jenny.

“Uh…”

Laugh.  “Don’t head for the state line.  I don’t want to know.  I just wanted to tell you that her feet were six inches off the floor when she came to breakfast this morning, and she had a big smile on her face.”

“Uh…”

“You told her?” Jenny asked.

“Told her what?” I stammered.

“That you LOVE her… Damn!  Don’t be dense, Tim.”

“Yes, that particular phrase was repeated in both directions,” I said.

“But she came home last night.”

“You have a special girl for a niece, Jenny.  First, she said that she wasn’t going to just pop something like spending the night at my house on you without talking to you.  She thinks the world of you.  And second, she had no school clothes.  But that second one, that’s just my guess.  All she told me was the first one.”

“She’s quite a kid.”

“She’s an amazing person, and I fell for her head over heels.  I hope…”

“Tim, Tim… she won’t hurt you.  She needs you.  I’m glad… you two found each other.”

“Jen,” I said.  “Don’t tell her we had this talk.  Let her break the news.  And just so you know, she is still a virgin.”

“Tim, she’s on her period.”

“I know.  I don’t think I could’ve stopped her…  us… if she wasn’t.”  I knew that had she NOT been menstruating, and had wanted to give herself to me, I don’t think I could’ve turned her down.

“Yeah…” said Jenny.  “I believe you.”

“Jen,” I said, “I’m not a lech or a horn-dog or whatever.  I really think that if she’d have wanted a friendship I could’ve done that.  But she LOVES me…  and I LOVE her…”

“I understand love, Tim,” Jenny admitted.  “Even us Lebanese.”

“Jen!”

“Just jerking your chain, Tim.”

“Then the game is on, Jen…”

“Oh, yeah.  You.  Her.  It’s gonna be a great game.  Look, I supposed I’ll see you some time this evening.  Take care.  And take care of my Kimberly.”

“She’s my soul, Jenny,” I said.

“I believe you, Tim.  Bye, now.”

“Bye, Jen.  And thanks for calling.”

I was out the gate right after four, headed home.  As I walked from the parking lot to my apartment, Kim’s door opened and she walked beside me, taking my hand.

“That’s the answer to the first question,” I said.

“Question?” she asked.

“Yeah, all day I kept wondering if you went home and thought about yesterday and decided “Huge mistake!”

“Mistake?  That I found the love of my life?  Not hardly.”

I looked at her hand.   It was carrying her swimsuit.  “So you’re up for a swim?”

“You bet, babe.”

I unlocked my front door.  We barely got inside when her foot kicked it closed behind us and she threw her arms around my neck.  My own arms wrapped her chest, pulling us together and out mouths merged.  “This is the longest day on the job that I can remember.  I wanted to get home to my Kim.”

“I was the same way.  It’s a good thing that they’re not teaching something I don’t know, because I spent the day reliving yesterday.” Her eyes laughed before the giggle left her lips.  “And last night.”

She was unbuttoning her blouse.  I took this as assign that it was time to get changed.  We got changed.  But there was this liiiiiittle interlude between completely naked and swimsuited up.

We did thirty minutes at the pool.  We got out and walked back to the apartments, holding hands.  “Babe,” she said, “I need to talk with Aunt Jenny by myself for a little while.  Then I can come over, or you can come over to our house.” She paused and grinned.  “I’m thinking, YOUR house.”

“Kim, little love, let’s be careful that we don’t put off your Aunt Jenny.  Why don’t you call me when you finish talking with her and let’s spend a little time there.  We need to.  Looks respectable.  We’ll have OUR time.”

“You’re right, you know…”  I let her go in, and walked to my apartment, showered, shaved, and dressed.  And waited.  The phone rang.  Jenny’s house.  “This is Tim,” I said.

“Come on over, babe,” Kim said.”

“I’ll be right there.”  I grabbed my keys and headed over.  Kim was standing in the door waiting.  She closed the door behind me and then threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.  I clasped her to me gently.

Jenny snorted.  “And here I was, being all restrained and everything, with Laci…”  She laughed, then looked at me.  “Kim tells me that you and her are, in her words, “totally, unbelievably, incontrovertibly in love with each other” and the duration has something to do with universes and tiny black cinders.”

“Pretty much sums it up, as far as I’m concerned.” Kim’s smile was priceless.

“AND, it seems that she thinks that she should be allowed to spend the night at your house.”

“I would like nothing more, but I would rather not offend her aunt, who is the OTHER greatest person in her life.”

Jenny smiled, saying, “Look, I know what she came out of, and I’m just happy she’s not sellin’ her ass for meth.  She’s a rare, unique, and wonderful creature and I’m inclined to believe that she knows best what she wants and needs in her life.  So I told her that if YOU accepted it, she was free to be her own woman.” She paused, looking at Kim.  “And I told her that she wasn’t dealing with just HER feelings, that yours were also on the line her, and that she better understand that fact.”

“Aunt Jen,” Kim said, “This is US.  He cares.  I care.  He loves.  I love.  And we belong together.”  She took a breath and said, just barely audible, “ forever.”

Jenny smiled.  “Then you spend the night there.  Tonight.  Any night.  All of them.”

Kim hugged her aunt.  “Aunt Jenny, I…  Uh… I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.  I love you, you know.  You’ve been a mom to me…”

Jenny had teary eyes.  “Babe, I know.  I won’t ever give birth, but you’re my daughter, too…”

Kim came and stood by me.  “I’m his wife now, Aunt Jenny…”

Jenny looked at me.  “She’s serious, Tim.  I know her “serious” look.”

“I’m just as serious as she is, Jen,” I said.  I raised my arm and Kim stepped against me.  I put my arm around her waist.  She reached across and held my hand.

“Then good luck.  You know, you’re both…  oh, you fit together…” Jenny smiled.  “Kim, don’t forget me.  I like having you around.  Really.”

“I won’t forget, Aunt Jenny.  Don’t be ridiculous.  We live in the same building.  We’ll visit.  Play games.  Watch movies.  You know…”

“Thank you ,baby,” Jenny said.

It was at that tender moment that the front door opened and Laci walked in, jean-clad, man’s work-shirt in lieu of a more feminine blouse.  “Hi,” she said, then surveyed the scene.  “Something up?”

Jenny said, “You bet.  These two are in love and say they’re getting married.”

“Can they do that?  I mean, like, Kim’s only sixteen.”

Jenny said, “I know that stuff.  I see enough kids in my high school classes to have to know the laws.  In this state, sixteen, with parent or guardian’s signature.  And that’s me, all legal…”

“You’d do that, Aunt Jen?” squeaked Kim.

“Yes, I suppose I would.  You got to a public school.  You know how many girls your age get pregnant and have babies or go off and have abortions.”  Jenny turned to Laci.  “Babe, Little Miss Soon to Be Bride Kim said that her betrothed husband to be has requested that YOU be the Best Man.”

My heart skipped beats.  I’d never made a big deal out of Jen and Laci’s sexual orientation, and her I was, exposed by my sweetheart for one off the cuff smart-assed remark.  I never wanted to hurt either Jen or Laci.  I sucked in a breath, waiting for the reaction.

It came on the wings of Laci’s tittering giggle.  She came up to me and threw arms around my neck.

“’Scuse me, Miss Kim.” Laci kissed me.  “I’ll be your best man.  And if you want, me an’ Jenny will do your bachelor party.”  Then she let go of my neck.

Kim giggled.  “I wouldn’t take her up on that bachelor party thing, baby.”

Laci sidled up next to Jenny, who replicated my arm around Kim.  Laci said, “I told Jen the other night that you two shared a common soul.  I know these things…”

“She did,” Jen said.  “And I pretty much agree.  So when’s this gonna happen?”

Kim rescued me from answering that one.  “We’ll get back to you on that one.  But get ready.  It’s gonna happen.”  She started pushing me towards the door.  “We need to get some food, babe!”  The over her shoulder, “You guys can come with us…”

“Yeah,” I said, “since we’re, like, FAMILY!”

Laci turned her face to Jen.  “What’d’ya think, love?”

“We’ll take my car.  Let the lovebirds take his.”

Laci feigned sadness.  “B-but I thought WE were the lovebirds.  Didn’t we USED to be the lovebirds?”

“Honeymoon can’t last forever, Laci,” I said.

Kim hauled my face down to hers, kissed me, and whispered, “Yes it can…” and then she pushed me out the door.

Laci and Jenny followed and a few choices of restaurant passed back and forth between the two couples before we got to the parking lot.  Kim and I followed Laci and Jenny out of the parking lot and onto the road.  Kim was playing her fingers on my neck until I freed up my right hand from driving, then her hand took mine.

“Babe,  tell me one more time…  forever?”

“Yes, forever.”  I knew deep down inside.

“We’re getting married, then…”  she said.

“Yes.  Inevitable, babe.  So, when?”

Silly me.  I thought she’d have to give it some thought.  I was wrong.

“The Saturday before Thanksgiving.  Gives me a week out of school, and…”

“And I have vacation scheduled already.”

“I know” she said.  “I looked at the calendar on your kitchen wall.”

“I should’ve known.” I laughed, shaking my head.

“What?” Kim questioned, her blue eyes on me.

“That you’d have a plan in place.”

“I…  uh, is that too soon?”

“Nope.  I already made my mind up.  As far as I’m concerned, it’s a mere formality.  I will love you forever, and I will never touch another woman…”

“Except if Laci wants another kiss?”

“You’ve got a horrible mean streak, you know…”

She giggled.  “Did she surprise you, babe?”

“Uh… Yeah.  I was worried about me making fun of her, about that “best man” thing.  She caught me off guard.”

“Uh, I’ve known Laci for two years.  As long as I’ve lived with Aunt Jenny.  I KNEW how she’d react!  And she’s kissed ME like that before, too!  Yours are better.”

“So are yours, sweet one!”

Our little gang made a credible run on a Tex-Mex restaurant.  It was a pleasant conversation and good food and then there was the trip home.

“You look nervous, babe,” I said.

“I am, a little.”

“Why?”  I asked.

“Suppose we don’t work together, you know, sleeping?  I haven’t slept with anybody in, like my WHOLE life.  Except for the odd friend sleeping over.”

“That, sweetness, is the silliest thing I have ever heard.  First, two people WILL likely have a little unfamiliarity at first.  Second, I don’t think we’re going to have a problem at all.  Third, we have a big bed, so there’s plenty of room.  So stop worrying.  But babe, it doesn’t have to happen if you don’t want it to happen.  I love you.  No pressure.  No hurry.  I’m not going anywhere…”

She smiled.  “But what do YOU want?”

I had one word:  “You.”  And then, “I love having you in my arms.  Seeing you.  Touching you.  Being in the same room with you.”

“Oh, that helps me make a decision,” she smirked.

“What?  You asked.  I answered honestly.  I love you.  If we stayed awake all night talking, I know you’re fun and interesting to talk with.  Or anything else.  So sleeping?  I mean, really just sleeping?  That means I get to spend time being very close to my best friend who is also the girl I love.”  I glanced at her and then stared at the road.

I felt a hand touch my arm.  “Just so you know, Mister Engineer, it is not uncommon for a person to have some trepidation in the face of a milestone in one’s life.  It is also helpful in these situations to verbalize one’s concerns with a trusted friend.” She smirked and gave a little chuckle.  “And I have gone through those stages and arrived at the stage wherein I shall proceed into the future with confidence.  So Mister Tim Duncan, you need to get used to the presence of another person in your bed.”

Then a little laugh.  “I love you, babe.  There’s no force on this earth that would keep me out of your bed tonight.”

“OUR bed,” I corrected. “Tim ‘n’ Kim, right?”

Giggle.  “Nope.  Beauregard ‘n’ Heloise”  Smirk.  Kiss.

We parked the SUV and walked to the apartments.  She went into Jenny’s and came out with a duffle bag.  “Clothes for the morning.  I’ll move some of my stuff over tomorrow after school.”

“I’ll help, babe!”

“I know you will.  So will Aunt Jenny.”

I unlocked the front door and my Kim walked into her new home.  OUR home.  I reached out and gathered her into my arms.  Her lips met mine.  We kissed for long moments.  When our lips broke away, she whispered, “MY home, babe.  US!”

“Yes, it is, sweetness.”  I reached over to the key rack. “You’ll need keys to your house, won’t you?”

“Yep.  I get home from school before you get home from work.”

“Speaking of work…  Homework?” I asked.

“You’re kidding, right?” she sounded incredulous.

“Hey, it could happen.  We need to be responsible.”

She put a hand on her hip.  “Babe, right now, I could probably test out of classes for the rest of the year.  My teachers know this.   And you do too, right?”

“I hear you say it.” I shook my head.

She laughed.  “Babe, I appreciate you worrying.  But I don’t have homework.  And I need a shower.  So that means I have a question.”

“Question?”

“Yeah,” she said.  “I want to shower with you.  I think it would be wonderfully sexy.  But not tonight.  I’m still on my period.  It oughtta be tapering off tomorrow.  But tonight I need to shower by myself.  I’m sorry.  Okay?”

“Of course, sweetie.”

“I’ll take my shower and get out and you can take yours while I dry my hair.  Then we can watch TV or whatever.  Okay?”

“Okay.”  I realized I was being “managed” quite handily.  And I loved it.  So while she was showering, I puttered around the house, straightening up the kitchen.  I heard the shower stop, a pause, and then the sound of a hair dryer.  I went to the bathroom.  There she was, naked, except for pink hip-hugger panties,drying her hair.

She caught the motion as I entered the bathroom and turned off the dryer.  “Well,” she said.

“Well, what?”

“Well, are you gonna shower with your clothes on?”  And she grinned.

“Nope.”  I started undressing.  Finishing, I stood up, naked, in front of her.

“C’mere, babe,” she said, beckoning me with her open arms.  I approached her and she stood and our bodies molded together.  I stroked the back of her head, her hair still slightly damp, fragrant from the shampoo.  Her skin was clean, silky to the touch, as my hands slid down her back from her shoulders to cup the cheeks of her ass.  And that was extra nice.  Firm. Rounded.  She purred in my ear, then said, Shower, babe.  Play later, ‘kay?”

“Ooooo-kaaayy, I guess,” I said, imitating a whiny little boy.  By the time I finished showering, she was out of the bathroom and I completed my evening ritual, teeth brushed, face shaved.  I walked to the bedroom and pulled on a set of colored briefs and went into the living room.

“Awwww, you put pants on.  That’s okay, though.  Sit in your chair.”

I sat.  Kim slid into my lap, naked from the hips up, her bare skin against mine.  I reached over and picked up the TV remote and handed it to her.  “Nuh-uh,” she said.  “How about some music?”

“You pick, babe,” I said.  This got us Mozart symphonies.  And Kim in my arms. And the soft light of the room and serenity crept over us.

She wiggled deeper into my arms and my lap.  “Babe, you know this is hard.” She paused a second, then giggled.  “No, THIS is HARD.” Her hand reached under her to give my definitely hard dick a squeeze. “Being in your arms and wanting ALL of you, that’s difficult.”

“My baby made a SEX joke,” I chuckled.  “I know, baby.  You feel soooo nice.  Every sense I have is working, and YOU are overloading them all.”

“I know,” she said.  “But, tomorrow. Or maybe the next day.  I’ve been doing this for years, and the pill makes me very predictable.”

“Babe, that brings up a point…”  Her mention of The Pill reminded me of one important fact in the sequence of becoming a husband.  I was sterilized.  A chill ran down my spine.  In our times together, even the times we’d talked about a future together, we’d never broached the subject of children. She knew that I had a daughter from a previous marriage.  She didn’t know that I had a vasectomy from that same marriage.

“What point?”

“You mentioned The Pill.”

“Babe,” she said, “I was on the Pill because I was crampy and irregular with periods.  It’s not because I was pre-planning sex.  Although,” she smiled, “that might be a beneficial side effect now.”

“I can’t make you pregnant, Kim.”  I shuddered, waiting for the hammer to fall.

“Why?”

“When I was married, when she had the baby, there were problems.  The doctors said it would be very dangerous for her to risk another pregnancy.  I got fixed.  Like in “vasectomy” fixed.”

“And why do you look so scared telling me that, Tim?” she asked.

“Because, baby, young girls want to think about having babies in their futures.”  I closed my eyes.

She didn’t miss the closed eyes.  “Open your eyes and look at me, Tim.  I’m not Little Miss Trailer Trash who wants a houseful of kids.  I’ve had a rough enough life as a kid.  I don’t want kids.  Not right now.  And if I… If WE wanted a kid later, there’s always adoption.  I’ve looked around.  There are plenty of kids out there already.”

She stared though my eyes into a quivering corner of my soul. “Tim, you were afraid I wouldn’t marry you because of THAT?”

“Baby, “THAT” is a major part of a lot of people’s goals in life.”

A nubile female form wiggled around to press delightfully, full-length against me.  “Let’s talk goals, babe.”

“Okay, this is what I’ve always wanted to do:  have a serious talk about life’s goals with the love of my life laying in my arms almost naked.”

Giggle.  “I could go get dressed.  What does one wear for serious talks?”

“Talk,” I said, kissing her.

She kissed back.  “How can I have a serious talk when one end is kissing me and the other end is poking me and I have hands sending shivers through my body?”

“Okay, I’ll stop.  At least the parts I CAN stop.  I dunno about the poky part.”

“Mmmmm, don’t STOP, just slow down a little.”  She smiled.  “Maybe this’ll help.”  She slid a knee on either side of me and sat up astraddle me in the recliner.

“Oh, yeah, THIS is a GOOD move,” I laughed.  “Now I have full view of your titties and something warm and soft is pressing against… well, that poky thing ain’t about to go away any time soon.”

“But dammit, we NEED to talk.”

“Talk,” I said.  “I’ll be good.”

“Okay.  So here’s the deal.”  She looked as serious as an almost naked sixteen year old can look, straddling your lap. “I graduate from high school at the end of this school year.  Next May.  I have ACTs in the thirties.  I have the handle on scholarships.  And since I’m in love with an engineer, I’m thinking that just maybe, that’s what I want to try.”

“Engineer?”  I asked.

“Yeah, butt head.  I happen to think that ONE engineer I know is, like, EVERYTHING.  But anyway, four years for a degree.  Then WE both work.  At what WE want to do.  And when we’re NOT working, we’re LIVING!”

“Baby, if I’m with YOU, I am living… every second.  But before you go setting hard goals, are you sure about engineering?  It’s tougher than most college stuff.”

“Tim,” she said, her tone exasperated.  “I’m sixteen and graduating from high school.  I think I can handle the courses.”

“Yeah, there IS that… but you’re gonna be the pink monkey again.” I said.

“”I know, babe,” she smiled.  “But you know, that whole pink monkey thing was a lot easier with Aunt Jen backing me up, and now YOU…”  She grinned and wiggled her butt.  Mr. Poky was very happy.  “But what I wanted to ask you is exactly WHERE in that plan was there a “Kim and Tim reproduce” stage?”

“Okay…” I said.

She looked over her shoulder at the time display on the stereo.  “And it’s nine and YOU have to work tomorrow and I have to go to school.  That means… “ she smiled, “bedtime.”  And she climbed off me.

I kicked the recliner upright and stood and she took my hand, tugging me to the bedroom, her head looking over her shoulder, her face a big smile.

“How beautiful you are, babe,” I said.  She was.  Her hair was shiny perfection. What might have been completely spontaneous, the curl under her chin on one side, the little flip outward on the other, the wave at the end, her bangs sweeping in two directions in the center of her forehead, I knew women who paid a hundred bucks and spent hours every day to get their hair to look like Kim’s did by delightful accident.  Her body, all curves, smooth skin, not angular and hard, but not fat, either, just female.  Very,, very female.

I followed her into the bedroom and she tossed the covers back.  We crawled in from opposite sides and met in the middle in a tangle of arms and legs, out lips finding each other, tongues playing.  Her fingers searched for purchase in my short haircut as she pressed me into her face.

“You make lightning shoot though my whole body when we kiss like that, babe,” she sighed.

“I get the same, babe.  You’re like no other.”  I was serious.  I’d never felt like this.  I rolled her half onto her back and looked at her face, those blue eyes, the little pattering for light freckles across her nose and cheeks, the corners of her mouth turned up, eyelashes luxuriously thick.  Her eyes darted back and forth, looking at me.  I kissed her.

She freed up a hand that slid down my chest, past my belly and finger-first into the waistband of my briefs.  Her fingers wrapped me.  “Can we get these off? Hmmm?”

“Gosh, yes,” I said.  I bounced up and skinned the briefs off me and tossed them beside the bed.  That left me off balance and Kim took advantage of that to push me onto my back, then she crawled half onto me and kissed me.

“Got anything I can have?” she asked, her eyes teasing.

“No,” I said, “unless there’s something you find…”

Her fingers wrapped around my hardness.  “What about this?”

“I don’t have any use for it, it lacks an essential element…” I said, playing a game with her.

“What’s it missing?  Is there something that makes it useful?”

“Yes, but I can’t find one anywhere.  It needs a Kimmy.”

Squeal!  “I know where there’s a Kimmy.  And I can fix you right up.”  Her fingers were teasing the head as she explored.  “Oh, look!” she giggled playfully.  “Kimmy’s already found you!”

She grinned at me, our faces close.  “I don’t want you to think this is all there is between us, babe, but it’s FUN!  It’s so new to me.  You don’t mind, do you?”

I’m thinking, “Oh, yeah… horrible fate.  I’m being used by this sexy angel.”  I was saying, “No, baby…  I just wish I could…”

Smile.  “A couple of days, babe.  Then I’m …  You’re gonna do EVERYTHING with me.” Smile.  Giggle.  “So you don’t mind?”

“Gosh, no…  I just feel a little like I’m taking advantage of you.”

“Don’t be silly,” Kim said.  “I could’ve stayed at Aunt Jenny’s.  I could’ve gotten dressed and made you get dressed.  But I didn’t.  Because I WANT to play with you.”

I let her play.  As she played with me, I let my hands run rampant over her body, savoring the smooth skin and the curves of her back and legs and ass.

She looked at me, her eyes twinkling.  “I know that when I do this, things get serious with you, babe.”  And her mouth closed over my dickhead.  Her “Mmmmmmmm” coursed through my entire being as she curled fingers under my balls.

I put a hand on the inside of her thigh and tugged her ass nearer my face as her mouth worked me over hungrily.  I turned my face to her smooth butt, clad in those soft, pink panties.  I used my lips to push aside the elastic legband and then fastened my mouth to the flesh of her ass, and sucked and bit.

She released my dick from her mouth.  “Oh, god, Timmmmm!   You’re killing me…”

“You want me to stop?”

“NOOOO!”  Her head bobbed back down and she attacked my dick, her tongue swirling in the suction and biting that she was lavishing on me like she was trying to stave off starvation using what she’d discovered.

And I’d discovered that my sweet Kim enjoyed a little biting, at least on her ass.

But she was working me over with boundless enthusiasm, and I lost the ability to form thoughts as her mouth sucked me in and out.  I kept my lips and teeth on her ass as I neared the edge.  I was getting close.  I said so. “OgodKim!  I’m close!”

I felt her answer, a nodding of her head while she kept me confined in the oven of her mouth.

“Baaaaaby!  Ohhhhh….”  I thrust into her mouth.  Her hand wrapped around the shaft of my dick kept me from inadvertently going deeper than she wished, but my motion signaled to her to more aggressive action.   She latched her teeth lightly on the shaft right behind the head and her tongue swirled and sucked.  And I came.  Hard.  Strong.   My first huge spurt (it had to be huge.  I think part of my brain went with it) fired into her mouth.

“Mmmmmm” came though my being, from deep inside her throat.  She swallowed and her hand milked for the next stroke.  A suck and a swallow, then the third and fourth and I knew I was no longer squirting, but she sucked me hungrily, draining me, cleaning me out.

I wanted to touch her head, but my hand fluttered almost ineffectually to stroke her hair.  I felt her still sucking and swallowing.  Finally she let my soft, empty dick fall out of her mouth.

“I think I got more out of you than last night, baby,” she said, her eyes bright, smiling.  She thought for a second.  “But last night you did it twice.”  She moved up to lay beside me.  Her hand touched the cheek of her butt.  “You bit me, you know…”

“I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Nuh-uh… it was just what I wanted when you did it.  But I can feel it now…”

“I can’t feel my toes now, babe.  I think you burnt out a nerve…”  I was drifting down from the heights of that orgasm like an autumn leaf on the wind.

She snuggled against me, her hand on my cheek.  I took that as a hint and turned my face to kiss her.  “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, dearest.  My life began when I met you.”  I was honest.

“I feel the same way.  Like all of me wasn’t there until we got together.” She heaved a soft sigh.  “And now, I won’t be whole unless I have you.”

“And that’s why we’re married, baby.  Because we complete each other.”

We lay in each other’s arms, our breathing as synchronized as our thoughts.  Finally, her soft voice broke the silence.  “Babe, can I borrow a t-shirt?  My shoulders are cold.”

“I can do that, babe.”   I got up and pulled a couple of cotton t-shirts out of the drawer, donned one myself, watching as she pulled the other over her light brown hair.  She was sexy, almost completely nude, and now, white cotton knit covering her curves, she was still sexy, and some of that was in my heart, some in my head, but some of it was in my eyes, too.   A man should believe that the woman he loves is beautiful.  Mine was.
Chapter Five

I will readily admit that our first night in the same bed was not a perfect night in the terms of continuous sleep.  But that is not to mean that it was in any way unpleasant.  I woke several times to the feel of a knee or an elbow or an arm or a leg, and as I achieved consciousness, I realized that those parts belonged to my little bit of perfection, and I rearranged myself and her and went back to sleep.

We hit another one of those milestones and hurdles in a couple’s evolution when the alarm clock went off to the strains of Mozart from the classical music radio station.  I was immediately awake.  I mean, 0600 was my routine.  But what about Kim?  How was she going to react.

A bounce and a soft female form draping herself across me for a good morning kiss told me that Kim was awake and sentient.

“Let’s see how this works,” she said.  “First, you need to know that I love you, babe!”

“And apparently you’re immune to morning breath,” I said.

“And so are you,” she countered.  “Bathroom.  Me.  Before we have a puddle.  Uh… You use the other one, okay?  Girl stuff.”

I went to the other bathroom and relieved a night’s load of liquid, washed my face and returned to the bedroom to dress.  That didn’t take long.  Like I said.  Routine.

Kim did her thing pretty fast, too, opening the door to let me know that the place wasn’t off limits.  I peered around the corner to see her clad in her standard jeans and blouse, not fashionable, but quite attractive on her in a carefree way.  Of course, my judgment could have been a bit biased because I knew what was under it.  She was running a brush through her hair, straightening out the night’s disarray, and the result was quite stunning.

“Cereal okay for breakfast?” I asked.

She turned to face me, smiling.  “That’ll work.”

“Coffee?”

“Sure!”

And breakfast occurred.  I headed out of the house before she did.  The last, lingering kiss before we parted, her standing in the door watching me leave, these things told me that loneliness was over.  I didn’t realize how much the past days had affected my demeanor until one of my co-workers, the department admin, bouncy, thirtyish, cute in her own plump way, and VERY married, said something.

“What’s up with you?” Debbie asked.

“Nothing.  Why?” I countered.

“You just seem a whole lot more relaxed, is all,” she said.

“Life is just better, sometimes,” I smiled.

“Yeah.  Uh-huh.  You act like you got a Prozac suppository.”

“And a pleasant good day to you, too, Deb,” I said.  I was in my office all afternoon and when the clock hit four, I was out of the gate headed home.  In the car, I flipped open my cellphone and called my home phone.

Fourth ring, somebody picked up.  “Tim Duncan residence.  This is Kim.”

“Hi, baby.  I am on the way home.”

Before I could say it, she said it.  “I love you babe.  I miss you.  Hurry.”

I hurried.

I walked in my front door and was assaulted by Kim.  What a sweet thing it is to have somebody truly happy to see you at the end of the day.  Today I had that happiness.

“We can’t’ go swim today, babe,” she said.

“Do we have a problem?” I questioned.

“Yes we do.  If I take my clothes off to change into my swimsuit, I may rape you.”

“So you’re meaning…”

She finished my sentence.  “I’m meaning that we need to take a shower – one shower – both of us, and …“ She put her arms around my neck, kissing me.

“Then let me lock the door.”  I reached behind me and turned the deadbolt , watching Kim grinning as she unbuttoned her blouse.  We raced to nudity.  It was a tie.  I swept her into my arms with no resistance, but when my hands wandered down her sides and started toward her cleft, she stopped me.

“Nope!  Not until I shower.” She said, “I changed tampons at lunch and it was finished, but I want to wash myself.”  Her eyes laughed.  She knew she had total control over me.  Two previous nights had proven that what Kim said, went.  “Come on! Shower!”

At least she led me by the hand.  Not the nose.  Or…

Showering with the one you love is a wonderful thing.  I mean, it can be.  I’ve showered with several of the women whom I’ve been intimate with, including my former wife, who, one might suppose, would be as used to us being naked together as could be.  But NONE had the poise and presence of Kim.  It’s like she KNEW that she was IT, the Queen, the One and Only.  And THIS was the creature in the shower with me, all soapy and giggly.  I lathered her from head to toe with one exception.  I held the soapy washcloth.

“You?  Or me?” I asked.

“Me today, babe,” she said.  She washed her pussy carefully and then she soaped me up, spending an inordinate amount of time lathering up my dick and balls.  We rinsed off and got out of the shower.  She used two fluffy towels, one that I helped her dry off that neat, svelte body with, the other she used on her hair, before sitting down on a stool and working her hair over with a brush and dryer as I shaved.  I was drying my face off when the hair dryer went silent.  When I turned, she was smiling.

“Come on, babe, love of my life, my one and only,” she said.

“Yes, love of my life, heart of my heart.” I followed her to the bedroom.  She threw the covers off the bed and knelt in the middle.  I knelt before her and we wrapped up in each other’s arms.  A long kiss was presage to the conversation.

“Tim,” she said, “I am not drunk or high and you haven’t filled my head with lies.  You haven’t gotten me so worked up I can’t see straight.  I am in this bed with you because I love you and I truly believe that you love me as much.  What WE are about to do…”

I interrupted.  “You only get to do once.  Quite a speech, my love.  But I have never been as serious about a step in my life as I am with you right now.”  My hands clutched the sides of her face as I kissed her, then they moved down to cup her breasts, our lips still together.  She renewed the pressure, her eyes closed tighter.  I tweaked her nipples gently and my hands moved down to slide over her waist, feeling the softness, then the firmness of her hips.  My right hand moved around and my fingertips traced softly, for the first time, across her mons, touching her light brown pubic hair, and then to the formerly forbidden, the gates of her femininity. My first touch brought words.

“Oh, god, Tim!  Please touch me.”

I touched. Soft.  Hot.  Wet.   As I expected, her pussy lips were firm, and now, engorged, turgid, gaping slightly.  My fingertips brought quivers.  Her right hand wrapped my dick and her left held the wrist of my right hand.

Our lips met again and as we kissed, I insinuated my index finger between the lips of her pussy.  I found her wet, slick with anticipation.  Dipping my finger into her, it was coated with her juices.  I kept kissing her, letting my finger explore her cleft.   Her moans mixed with our kiss, and her hand gripping my wrist were signs of her pleasure and excitement.  I moved my finger towards her hole, the tip finding its way inside easily, then I moved it forward, lightly brushing her clitty as it protruded in full arousal.  I brushed it lightly again.  Her lips broke away from mine.

“God, Tim…”

Freed from kissing, I moved my lips down to her neck and then to her chest, sucking and tonguing and biting a nipple.  This was when I gently laid her back onto the bed.  I kissed my way lightly down her firm belly and my lips reached her pubic hair.  I kissed my way further and felt her hand on my head.

“Do you want me to stop, babe?”  I asked.

“OhgodTim.  If you stop, I’ll KILL you…”

I could smell heaven in the musk of her juices.  My tongue brushed lightly at territory only recently visited for the first time by my finger.  I remembered the shudder in her body when my finger first landed.  It was surpassed by her reaction to my tongue, especially as I lapped from one end to another, then pushed its tip between those puffy lips.  And when my tongue touched her clit…

“Please, Tim!  There!  My love!  Please!”

How could I refuse that?  I didn’t.  I paid attention with my tongue and lips, and even teeth, nipping lightly at those irresistible lips, and then settled to a licking, flicking of her clit.  Keeping the attentions going as best I could, I moved around to lay between those long legs.  And those legs wrapped behind me, her heel s digging into me as if spurring me on.  Both her hands were on the back of my head, holding my face into her pussy.  And she came.  Her hips bucked.

“ohgodogodohgod…. Nnnnnnnnnnnghhh!”  She sucked in an audible breath. “Timmmmmm….”

I lifted my face from the wetness.  “Are you okay, my love?’

Not hearing a response, my tongue flicked out and brushed the pink round tip of her clit again.  That got a response.

“OhgodTim!  Not another one!”  And in a minute of delight for me, she did “another one”.  And another.  And she pulled me up to face her and kissed me.  “You’re a mess,” babe, she said, showering me with kisses.  “It’s a good thing that I taste good.”  She sighed happily.  “That was the best ever.”

She caught my look.  “Oh, don’t be silly.” She waved a fingertip.  “This!  That’s all, before now.  And it was like comparing a… a candle to the SUN!”  Her hand idly moved down to touch me, and I was as hard as a diamond.

“I love you, Kim.  I’m glad I made you happy.”

“Was I, you know, NORMAL?”

No, babe,” I said.  “You were delicious.  And perfect.”

“And you’ve got something I think I want, baby…” she gave my dick a squeeze to make her point.

“Are you sure, Kim?  You only have one “first time”, you know…”

“I know.  And I love you and you love me, and what other reason should I have?”

“Not one that I can think of.  Come here!”  I held my arms wide to accept her. And she slid on top of me clasping my face in her hands.

Her legs opened slightly and I found myself between those thighs again, this time my erection pressed against her mons.  She smiled at me.  “That’s getting close…” her hips moved, pressing herself against my erection.  Her legs spread a little wider, changing some geometry in wonderful ways.   Her eyes belied concentration as did her biting her bottom lip while she smiled.   “Hey!” she said, lithely twisting to sit astraddle me.  This put my dick, formerly trapped between her mons and my belly, to a very pleasant location wherein it was pressed between a pair of moist teen pussy lips.  And she KNEW it.

“Kim,” I said, “you are beautiful and I love you.”

“Oh,babe,” she answered, “I love you too, you know.”  She found herself sliding forward and back, dragging my dick between the lips of her pussy, her clitty making light contact.  “Do you like it like this?”

“Yes I do, baby.  I get to view perfection.  You.”  Her blue eyes, twinkling, her smile…

She kept her small back and forth motions for a moment more.  And then she raised herself off me, releasing my dick from its moist trap.  It sprung up, its head touching her open and wet cleft.  She reached down, using her fingertips to guide the head toward its goal, her virginal hole.  I felt the head squeeze a bit as it encountered the tight opening.  I rested my hands lightly on her hips.

She eased herself lower.  I didn’t move.  I let her control this, her first penetration.  I could feel the head push and then enter.  She was still biting her bottom lip, swept up in concentration.  I felt her rise a little, then ease back down, the up, and back down again, this time letting me feel her pussy gripping me further down as she pushed me deeper.  And another up and down, and another, and I could sense the tension leaving her thighs as she relaxed onto me.

She gazed down at me.  “Tim, I’m… you’re inside me.”

“I know, dearest one.  Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh.  I feel full.  Like it’s supposed to be there.”  She wiggled her hips.  “Mmmmm,” she purred.  She experimented with a few different motions and settled on one that rocked her back and forth, drawing me in and out of her, and I imagined her little clitty was dragging the base of my dick with each iteration.

I couldn’t stay still any longer.  I started thrusting upward in time with her own thrusts.  I’d just showered with her, eaten her for the first time, and I was teetering on the edge of orgasm myself.  I gamely plunged on, though.  I didn’t know if the pain of her first time would keep her from coming, but I wasn’t going to deny her by just letting loose with my own.

I felt her lean over, her hands on my chest, her back arched, and she was changing to an insistent intensity in her thrusts.  Her eyes flashed open, the smile turned the corners of her mouth up, she released her bottom lip to pant her breathing in and out.

“Baby, you feel wonderful,” I said.

“uh…  I…  Tim…  can’t talk.  Close…”

I guess she felt wonderful, too, then.  She looked good.  Even in the midst of her biggest thrusts, those firm, small titties just quivered, the nipples erect.

“Uhhh…Ohgodohgodohgod…  Unnnhhhh! Babe… I’mmmm, uhhhhh…” her teeth clenched.  “COmmmmingggggg!”

I gave up trying to hold back when I felt her pussy’s involuntary clench and let myself squirt, augmenting the surges with small thrusts.

Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped for a breath. “Ahhhhhhh…  I… we did it.  Her eyes brightened and she grinned.  “Do you know I FELT you squirting?  I did.  So I KNOW you enjoyed it.”

I smiled at my angel.  “And you turned red from your nose to your nipples, so I know you enjoyed it.”  It was true.  I learned today that when my Kim comes, she flushes red on her cheeks and chest.  It’s hard to fake that.

She lowered herself into my arms and that geometry thing resulted in my soft dick plopping out of her pussy.  Didn’t matter at this stage of the game.  We kissed.

“You’re mine,” I said.

“I know,” she said. “This used to be how a couple sealed their marriage.”

“As far as I’m concerned, for you and me, we have.” I put a hand to the back of that soft, fragrant hair, turned her face slightly, and I kissed her, my tongue meeting hers between her soft lips.

“Babe,” she said softly, “It was supposed to hurt.  I read stuff and heard people talk, and it was supposed to hurt.  The first time, I mean.  They were wrong.”

“I’m glad, cutie,” I said.  “Last thing I wanted to do was cause you pain.”

“Oh, I was gonna do it tonight, pain or not.  Because I want YOU and I knew that it would be better the next time.” She sighed, smiling, an inch in front of my face.  “But if it’s much better, it’ll kill me.”

“ You’re perfect, cutie.  I don’t think I stay in this universe with you…”

“I know,” she said.  She moved her hips.  “There’s a lot of stuff down there.  Us.  A mess.  I’ll be back.”  I felt her roll off the bed, then I heard water running.  A minute later she came back in with a damp washcloth and sopped up the juice and semen.  “A little blood.  I thought I’d pushed things around so it wouldn’t bleed.  I guess not.”  She returned to the bathroom then came back to bed.  Into my arms.  Or to put me in hers.  Who cares?  Us.  Together.

She rested a hand on my chest and then put her chin on the back of her hand, her face inches from mine.  Softly, “I knew it would be good with us, Tim.  I knew it.”

“Not disappointed?”

“Nope.  Better than I expected.  Really.”  Her free hand reached down and touched me.  “It’s not about sex, Tim, but I think we’re good together.”

“And it’ll get better, baby.  As we learn one another.”

“If it gets much better, I’ll just DIE!”

I kissed her.

“Babe,” she said.  “Food?  Like, dinner?”

“Yeah, you’re right, little angel.  Somebody sure messed up our routine this afternoon.  Where do you want to eat?”

“I don’t care.  But someplace where they bring the food too us.  No buffet.  No fast food.”

“Excellent idea, cutie.  But we have to get dressed, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” We untangled and climbed out of bed.

“I moved some clothes and stuff here after school,” she said, pulling jeans off a hanger.

“I was gonna help with that.”

“Maybe tomorrow.  Or after dinner.”

“Aren’t you going to want to avoid Jenny for a while, babe?”

“Avoid?  Why?”

“Because she’s gonna see you grinning like that and KNOW what we’ve been doing.”

Kim laughed.  “So?!?!?  And if she doesn’t figure it out, I’m gonna tell ‘er.”

I looked at her.  “That’ll make for a good headline:  Teen Girl’s Lover Beaten to Death by Lesbian Aunt”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Tim.  She’s pretty much known that when I told her that I loved you that we’d end up like this.”

“Yeah, babe,” I said, “But a lot of people can think about things in the future, because it’s, you know, way off, and not real, but when they’re presented with it as reality, well, it… that’s another story.”

“Aunt Jenny’s not like that!”  And I got the “I’m certain and you’re not going to change my mind” look.  She fixed me in her exasperated look. “I’ll go tell ‘er right now.”

I thought she was bluffing.  After all, we’d known each other what, a handful of days.  So I called her bluff.  “Sure!  I’ll go along with you.”

“Then we’d better get dressed,” she said, jumping out of bed.

“You’re serious?”

Her smile was answer, but she spoke.  “Babe, Aunt Jenny pretty much expected this when she said it was okay for me to stay here, don’t you think?”

“I guess.”  I said, rubbing my hair with my right hand.

“We’ll just go over for a visit, and then go to dinner.  Maybe we’ll have company, maybe not.”  She was buttoning her blouse.

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled socks and shoes on.  He finished dressing and came to stand in front of me.

“Too much temptation, babe,” she giggled, pushing backward onto the bed and raining kisses on my face.  I caressed and squeezed her butt, soft, rounded, but decidedly muscular under the feminine padding.  Our lips met.  She giggled.  “I love this.”

“This?”

“Yes, this, being able to hold YOU!”  Her face was mere inches from mine, and I couldn’t help but agree.  It was nice.  Oh, “nice” was not nearly the word.  Dictionaries in four major languages didn’t have the word to describe how I felt with this cutie laying in my arms.

She propped her chin on her hands and smiled.  “Let’s go see Aunt Jen,” she said.  “Then, after dinner, dessert.”  The smile did it.  “heeeyyyyy... Love, I feel that.”

“That what?”  I knew what “that” was.  “Let’s play,” I thought to myself.

Her smile turned wicked.  “I’m not sure.  I need to find out.” She slid off of me to kneel between my legs.  Her fingers worked my zipper down and then dipped her fingers inside.  After several attempts she managed to maneuver my erection free through my fly.

“Oooo, look what I found!”  She licked her lips.  What happened next sent me to another dimension.  I think I would have become a permanent resident, but for the fact that she popped my dick out of her mouth with and audible sound, then started tucking it back into my fly.  Then she announced, “Making love with you is wonderful.”  And she grabbed my hands and pulled me back to sitting.

“Oh, you’re a TEASE!” I announced.

“Nope!  Ain’t teasing if you plan on finishing what you started.”  I stood and Kim wrapped me up and kissed me.  “Come on, babe!”

I followed like a puppy.  A love-sick puppy.  The only thing I could’ve done to further the feeling was to hang my tongue out.

When we walked into view of Jenny’s apartment we noted that the windows were showing light in the living room.  Kim reached for the door.  I caught her hand.

“Nuh-uh, babe!   Knock!  You don’t live here any more.”

“Awwww!  Don’t be silly!” she said petulantly, but she knocked, too.

Jen opened the door. She said to Kim, “So I guess you think you’ve moved out now and you need to knock, huh?”

“No, but HE does…” Kim said, nodding in my direction.

“See,” laughed Jenny.  “That’s what I told you, Day One. You can’t house-break ‘em.  You guys come in!”

We walked in.  “Where’s Laci?” Kim asked.

“Working late,” said Jenny.  “she’ll be here after work.”

“Wanna come to dinner with us?” Kim asked.

“You guys don’t need me…” Jen started.

“Not a matter of needing you.  Just wanted to drag you along,” I said.

“Yeah,” Kim added.

“Okay,” Jenny answered.  “Let me go change clothes.  I got stuff on this blouse.  Sit.  I won’t be long.”

I sat down on the sofa.  It’s a standard-sized sofa with plenty of room for three.  We don’t need that much room, apparently, because Kim’s chosen seating arrangement is my lap.  With her arms around me to make sure she’s secure.  And that’s where we were when Jen finished dressing and walked back in the room, tossing her hair back into place with one hand.

Kim looked up, raising her head from its place on my shoulder.  “I still wanna keep ‘im, Aunt Jen…”

Jen smiled.  “Looks like he wants to be kept, too.” She sighed.  “Well, Miss Kimberly, you’ve adopted yourself a human, a feral male.  Most are not worth the effort to train.  Occasionally one good one can be found, but you’re going to have to spend a lot of time getting him accustomed to civilized behavior.  You may have to train him to sleep with you.”

Apparently this was a game Kim was used to. “I can make him sleep with me, Aunt Jenny.  And I will be good to him and pet him.  It makes him very happy, an’ he licks me…”  Caught up in the role-play, it took a second for Kim to catch exactly what she’d just said.  She turned bright red.

“Hmmpphhh!” snorted Jenny.  “Makes ya wonder who’s trainin’ who.”

“I’m SORRY Aunt Jenny,” Kim blurted.  “That came out wrong…”

Jen looked at me.  “Well, then, MISTER Duncan, it appears that you have become the chosen pet of my niece.”

“Aunt Jennnnn,” Kim whined, “I LOVE him.  And … “

I didn’t let Kim finish.  “I love her.  And we need to know something.”

Jenny looked at me.  Now, lest you think wrongly, she was almost smiling.  After all, this whole thing wasn’t a surprise.  “And exactly what is it you need to know?”

I looked at Kim.  She kissed me on the cheek.  “We’ll be okay, babe,” she said.

“I know, sweetness,” I said.  I turned to Jenny.  “In regards to you and my Kimmy, are you her legal guardian?  I mean, is her living with you covered by a legal document?”

Jen’s face got serious. “yes.  She was a minor.  Her mom’s…  well, you know, and the courts awards me guardianship as her closest relative.”  She paused.  “Wait!  Why?”

“Kim?  You want to tell ‘er?”

Kim went into giggle mode.  “Oh, yeah…  According to state law, I can get married with my parent or guardian’s signature.  Keeps me an’ my mate from living in sin, ya know, an’ sullyin’ the family name.”

“Baby, what’s left of the family name after your mom got through with it?”

Kim’s mouth got a determined form.  “Aunt Jenny, THIS guy is going to be my husband.”

Jenny looked at me.  “I’m gonna be HER husband,” I said.  “Now, do you wanna go get something to eat?”

Jenny broke into a grin. “Yeah.  Let’s do seafood!”

Kim said, “Yeah!  Seafood!”

“You two are really something!” I said. “Yeah,” Jenny laughed.  “And you fit right in.”

“That’s REALLY scary,” Kim laughed.

We took my SUV to the restaurant, Kim and I in the front seats, Jenny hovering her face between us.

The three of us had dinner and enjoyed a particularly happy meal.  Returning home, I helped Kim gather up more clothes and a few odds and ends to bring to OUR house.

We spent half an hour rearranging my things to make room for my new mate, and then it was time for a shower.  Together.  Fun.  Erotic.

Out of the shower, Kim sat on a stool with a blow dryer and a hairbrush, working her hair to honey-shaded perfection, shiny, sweet-smelling, every strand in place.  I spent the same block of time shaving.

We were both still nude.  Kim looked at me as she put away the dryer and she smiled, saying, “Is it too early to go to bed, babe?”

“That’s a perfectly great idea,” I said.  I watched five feet eight inches of young feminine perfection head to the bedroom.

We hit the bed together in a tangle of arms and legs and only the tiniest of wiggles put her lips to mine.  Her hands cradled my head and she looked into my eyes, into my soul and said, “Tim, I love you so much it hurts, you know.”

My own hands touched her back.  Her skin was soft and warm and she purred as I stroked her.  “Kimmy, I love you, babe, like I have never loved another human being.”

Love, though, between two people, operates on many levels, and another level was broached as her nude body impressed itself along mine.  My dick stirred, hardening.  This got a cute little squeal.  “Babe,” said the face inches from mine, smiling, “How often can we make this thing work?”

I kissed her forehead, brushing aside the honey-colored fringe of her bangs to reach her skin.  “With YOU, babe, several times.  At least one more today, for sure.”

She insinuated an arm between us, her fingers closing over the head of my dick.  Giggle.   “I’d like, ummmm…  you know”

I kissed her nose, chuckling.  “I hope I know…”

She started to raise up.  I stopped her when her titties were at optimum distance.  I bent forward to suckle first one, then the other, getting a throaty purr from her.  “I think we’re thinking the same thing, babe…”

“Gosh, I hope so, babe!  You’re the most spectacular human being I’ve ever met.”  I kissed her neck, a move that got me an armful of uncontrollable, giggly Kim.

She wiggled free and her mouth fastened on the head of my dick.  She pulled her mouth off it.  “Babe, I hope this as much fun for you as it is for me.  I love it.”

“Mmmm” escaped from around my dick.  And a muffled, “Mmmm-hmmmm!”

“babe,” I said, “we can do this to each other, you know.”

“Uh…  isn’t that “sixty-nine?”  I’ve heard about it.”

“Let’s try it.  You stay on top of me, and turn around.”

A bounce of the bed presented me with a pretty pussy, plump, tight lips gaping slightly, starting to glisten from the moisture inside.  I couldn’t resist.  I kissed, then licked, moaning “Mmmmmm, you taste so good, babe.”

Lips closed over the head of my dick.  It felt wonderful, and we happily ate each other.  It wasn’t long before my juice-laden tongue was pushing her into an orgasm.

“Oh, baby,” she said, “I have to take you out of my mouth.  I’m afraid I’ll lose control and bite it off!”  she clasped my hard, throbbing dick  against her cheek as my tongue’s tip teased her clitty to push my sweetie into ecstasy.  Knowing she’d gone over, I waited a minute.  Her lips closing on the head of my dick with a little suck told me that she was back on this planet.  I lapped my tongue the length of her slit, from her butthole to her clit, gathering the most savory of juices.  And then I started on her again.  I was learning my Kim, and I observed that on the heels of her first come, her second was fast.

It was also enough for her.  When she regained her senses, she turned around.

Giggle.  “You’ve got ME all over your face.”   She collected her excess with a smother of kisses.  I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over, putting her underneath me.  Her face was glowing as she spread her legs welcoming me.  “This is GOOD,” she said. It was our first try in the missionary position.  “It’s like you’re POSSESSING me!”

“I am, Miss Kim. I intend to never let you go.”  I moved my hips, letting the tip of my dick search for its goal.  Kim’s eyes were alight, her lips pulled in an alluring tight smile as she moved her hips, trying to help the situation.  It helped.

I felt the head of my dick find a waiting, tight, hot, wet hole.  I didn’t have to push my way down into her because SHE pushed her hips upward, trapping my dick deep inside her.

Giggle.  “THAT works,” she smiled.  “Love me, baby.  US!”  and we bucked in concert with one another, my dick finding heaven inside the tight, wet, quivering walls of her pussy, her clit finding soft stimulation as my dick slid past it with each thrust.  Our lips met.  Our bodies melded together, our tongues connecting us at one end, our sex at the other, her hand cradling the back of my head, keeping our mouths together, little mews of joy escaping to sing to my ears as we worked each other to nirvana.  I stiffened as my dick began spewing inside her, and her moaning into my mouth told me that she’d arrived with me.  I held her against me as I rolled us over so she could recover while lying atop me.

I kissed her forehead again.  Her eyelashes fluttered and those bright blue eyes opened.  She sighed.  “Tim, this is the most perfect moment in my whole life.  And I expect US to get better.”

It was with the utmost reluctance that I rolled over to set the alarm for the next morning.
Chapter Six

We woke up to the sounds of the classical music station and started our second morning together  I don’t know how Kim’s day went, but mine was normal as regards to workload, but every quiet moment when I closed my eyes to clear my head, I had a vision of a smiling face with blue eyes freckles and light brown bangs in front of me.  Yeah.  It was like that.

Leaving the job, I headed home, flipping open my phone as soon as I got into steady traffic, and dialed OUR number.  The phone rang.

“Tim ‘n’ Kim’s.  This is Kim.” Giggle.

‘’Brave little thing, aren’t you?” I laughed.

“Either that or smart enough to recognize the number on caller ID,” she giggled. “Uh, plan on swimmin’ today, babe,” she said.  “We’ve been eating awfully good, you know…”

“I know.  But you gotta know what I want to do for exercise…”

“Me too.  But that’s for later.  Come on.  I’m waiting.”  Pause.  “I love you, Tim.”

“I love you, too, Kim.”  Like it was supposed to be.

Twenty minutes later we were in the pool. I don’t know if I’d have pushed quite as hard as Kim pushed us, but hey, it couldn’t hurt.   When SHE decided, we hung on the end wall of the pool, cooling off.  “that was good,” she said.

“Yeah.  So did you hold back, or am I getting better?”

She bent close and bumped her forehead against mine.  “A little of both, babe.”

“I’d really like to get you in a big pool. Babe, just to see you go, and for me to embarrass myself.”

“We could go to the Y,” she said.  “Might have to do that anyway if you want to keep swimming.  This one’s gonna close soon for the winter.”

“Yeah.  In December we can get a family membership.”

She smiled.  “I like hearing you say that, babe,” she said.  “You keep telling me my dreams are possible.”

“as long as it’s your dream, sweetie.  You’re certainly mine.  Let’s go eat.”

Hauling herself out of the pool, she turned, “Let’s go shower and order pizza, okay?”

“Pizza’ll work.”  We walked back to the apartment hand in hand.  Passed the elderly couple from the other end of the complex.  Kimmy said “Hi!”  They were looking as we went into our door.

We argued about ordering pizza and then showering before it arrived.  I said I wasn’t sure that we’d be out of the shower before the pizza arrived.  She said she could guarantee it.  I let her win, then had to answer the doorbell wearing a bathrobe, listening to her giggle in the background.

I looked at the two pizzas that were delivered.  She grinned and made a phonecall and in two minutes the doorbell rang.  She let Jen and Laci in.

Laci walked in, looking around.  “So this is the love nest, huh?  I expected spots on the wall an’ stuff.”  She grinned at her own joke.

Kim smirked.  “We don’t let it go to waste like that!”

“Yuck!” Laci said.  “I don’t wanna know…”  then to Jenny.  “He hasn’t slowed her down any.”

Jen said, “Now, Lace, they invited us over for pizza.  Be nice!”

“Oooo-kayyyy,” Laci chuckled.  “Since they bribed me with pizza.”

The banter continued through the meal and then the four of us played cards for a while.  Eight PM saw Jen and Laci leaving, Kim and I making a dash through the kitchen, and then to bed.  And two hours later, to sleep.

And Thursday was much the same, except dinner as a little family-run restaurant for just me and my Kim, and we got home to have the evening to ourselves.

We were in bed early, for purely recreational purposes, and after an energetic and very satisfying hour and a half, we were laying naked, satiated, Kim was glowing, and we were talking about things.

Friday came.  The swim.  Showers.  Kim said, “You wanna see if Aunt Jen wants to come eat with us?”

“What about Laci?” I asked.

“Laci has to work late.  That’s what Aunt Jen said.  So I thought that we’d bring her with us.  Laci should be getting off  about the time we get back.”

“Okay, then,” I said.  “I can’t fault your logic.”

The three of us headed to an Italian restaurant.

Dinner was pleasant.  When we ordered, though, Jenny said, “Tim, how about some wine?  One glass won’t hurt, and if you have two, we’ll let Kim drive.”

Kim stuck her bottom lip out, faking a pout.  “Being underage SUCKS!”  Then when Jenny looked at her outburst, Kim turned to me with a horribly exaggerated, theatrical wink.  It’s a good think I wasn’t drinking, because I would have sprayed liquid through my nose.

“Oh, you little THING! “ Jenny retorted.

We had wine.  A couple of glasses, talking about work and school and the coming winter and hot chocolate and warm blankets and I wasn’t a drinker and the THIRD glass of wine and I was happily buzzed and so was Jenny and Kim was laughing at the two of us.  I paid the bill and gave Kim the keys.  Jenny took the remains of the bottle of wine with us.

We were a block into the trip home when Jenny’s phone rang.

“Hi, baby,” she said.  She turned to us, a little buzzed herself, and said, “It’s Laci!”  She went back to her phone.  “Yeah, babe, I’m with Kim ‘n’ Tim.  Guess WHAT!”  She paused.  “They want to get MARRIED!”  Another pause.  “No, I understand, people gotta work late, sometimes!  I’ll see you tomorrow.”  Pause.  “Love you too, babe!  Bye!”

Kim asked, “Laci’s gotta work late?”

“Yeah,” Jenny sighed.  “An’ I get to go home to an empty house.  Ssssssucks, ya know…”

I watched Kim as she drove.  Her face went into thinking mode for a couple of seconds.  “Come stay with US!  Tim won’t mind…”

Well, at this point in life, slightly buzzed time DID mind.  I had half a load of alcohol and full load of “I wanna get in bed with Kim” and her aunt visiting, well, that didn’t fit the plan.  But it was Kim, and I was along for the ride.

“No, I don’t mind…”  And that was alcohol.  They were BIG glasses of wine.  Because we had one little difficulty.  One bed.  I was single guy.  I wasn’t EVER expecting company.  Two bedroom apartment.  One with a bed.  The other was my office.  Bravely, I soldiered on in oblivion.

Jen called Laci back and told her of her plans for the evening.  Hanging up, she turned to us.  “Sh’es gonna stay at her sister’s.  Laci lived with her sister and her family.

We got back to the apartments in fine fettle.  Kim locked the car and took my left arm and we headed to our house.  And then I got a surprise.  Jenny grabbed my right arm.  “Just to help me navigate,” she said, giggling maybe a little bit too much.

Kim looked at me, grinned, and an eyebrow raised.  She unlocked the front door and we all went inside.  Kim locked the door behind us.

“Ya got glasses, Timmy?”  Jen waved her trophy wine bottle.

“Ssssure,”I said.  I got up and went to the kitchen and came back with oops, THREE glasses and another bottle of wine.

“Kim, you want a glass of wine, since we’re home now?  It’s okay, huh, Jen?”

Jen said, “Pour her a glass.  She’s needs to learn to drink socially.”

I looked at Kim.  She had a strange smile.  I think I recall smiles like that.  On cats sitting in the middle of a pile of canary feathers.  And I poured three glasses of wine AND managed to get the cork out of the new bottle.

Two glasses of wine for Kim.  Her first.  Loosened her up to a very giggly, touchy-feely mode.  In front of Jenny.

“How’s that wine, babe?” Jen asked.

“Must be something you grow into.  But not bad.  An’ I feel a little…” Giggle. And a hand on the inside of my thigh.  And arms around my neck as we sat on the sofa.

Kim slid over and onto my lap, and another surprise.  Jenny slid up beside me.  And Kim.  Close.  We finished our wine.

“It’sh bedtime,” Kim said.

“I know.  I could use some bedtime,” I said.

“Me too,” Jen said, giggly.  “I guesh I need ta go home now.”

“Oh, no, Aunt Jen,” Kim said.  “You’re gonna stay with US.”

“But I don’t have nothin’ ta sleep in,” Jenny slurred.

Kim countered brightly, well, as brightly as a sixteen year old girl with her first two glasses of wine could be expected to sound.  “You can wear one a’ Tim’s t-shirts.  That’s all I’m wearin’.”

“N’kay!” Jenny said, standing up and wobbling a little.

Kim stood up and took her aunt by the arm.  “Let’s go change.”

Now I strongly expected that Kim had no intention of wearing panties.  That was fine with me.  I resigned myself to my normal night clothes, a t-shirt and boxers.  But I will admit that I was surprised to see Jenny wearing my t-shirt too, and it didn’t take much to discern that panties weren’t part of her ensemble either.

Kim grinned.  “Go change, Timmy.  It’s bedtime.”   I turned out the lights in the living room and kitchen and went to the bedroom and found two women in my queen-sized bed.   Smiling.

I started to slide in on Kim’s side of the bed, but she giggled and said, “Nuh-uh.  Nope.  I don’t want to sleep in the middle.  And I want to sleep next to you. So that leaves one option.

I looked at Jenny.  She was smiling.  “Get in, bud.  I’m sleepy.”

And that’s how I started the night.  I nestled into the space between giggly Kim on one side, sixteen and snuggling up against me, and Jenny on the other side, thirty-three, and at this point, all I knew was a drunk lesbian.  Not a bad-looking woman, by any stretch, especially wearing my t-shirt.  And as I was busy molding myself to Kim’s embrace, Jenny rolled over to face me and tossed her leg across mine.

Kim giggled.  “Uh, Tim, there’s another foot on you, you know.”

“This… babe… I dunno…”

“Hush,” Kim whispered.  “If you love me like I love you, play along, okay?”

“Uh…”  I was taken aback.

Tiny whisper in my ear, “it’s all okay.  I love you.  Forever.”

I kissed her.  “I love YOU, babe…  Forever.”

I felt Kim’s hand slide down my belly.  Her fingertips pushed under the elastic of my boxers and I sucked in my breath as her fingers touched my semi-hard dick. She giggled.  And her hand was joined by another.

I turned to look at Jenny.  She was smiling too.
Chapter Seven

“I feel like I’ve been set up.”  I slid my left arm under Kim and wrapped her up.  “What are you doing, Kim?”

“Sharing, babe.  That’s all.  I love you.  I love my Aunt Jenny.”

Boozily, Jenny said, “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, Kimmy.  I’m sorry, Tim.  Really…”

“No, Jen, I’m sorry.  Kim’s the love of my life.”

‘Tim, baby, I asked Aunt Jen.  I should’ve asked you, too.  I thought…  I don’t know what I thought.  I guess I thought that this is what a guy would die for.”  She heaved a sigh.

My thoughts were swirling through my mind in torrents.  Yes, like many guys, the thought of two women and recreational sex was exciting.  But I’d given away “recreational” sex.  Only a day before had I finally gone to bed with a woman, it was Kim and I couldn’t explain falling head over heels in love with her in some sort of rift in the cosmic fabric.

Jenny was moving, trying to untangle her legs from the sheets to get out of the bed.  I touched her arm.  “Wait, Jen,” I said. I looked at Kim.  “You sure, babe?”

She bobbed her head affirmatively, her nose wrinkled, grinning.  “You know, all of you is MINE.  I just wanted to share a little bit with Aunt Jenny.”  She crawled up my chest and kissed me.

Jenny returned to my side.  “Mmmm,” she said, forming her more mature, softer form against me.

Since Kim’s hands were cradling my face, there was no doubt about the hand tracing my dick through the fabric of my boxers.

Kim sat back.  “I’m hot in here.  Aren’t YOU hot, Aunt Jen?”

Jen said, “Yeah, it’s warm in here.”

Kim grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and skinned it over her head.  I marveled at the pair of perky titties exposed by this motion.  The sheet fell away from her thighs and I was treated to the vision of her soft patch of pubic hair.

I felt the bed move and turned my head.  Jen had sat up on her knees and was holding the hem of her t-shirt.  I watched her pull it over her head, exposing her breasts, larger, softer, somewhat pendulous., with large brown areoles and nipples.  As her arms reached overhead to remove the shirt, she looked pretty darned good.  Attractive, in a little plumpish, soft way.  Her pubic mound was completely bereft of hair.  Shaved.

I took a breath after realizing that I’d been holding it during this episode.

Kim said, “Babe, YOUR turn.”  And smiled.

“Yeah,” Jen said.  “And lose the drawers, too.”

“Okay,” I said.  That wine buzz was still there as I peeled off my t-shirt, then kicked the covers to the foot of the bed and then raised my butt off the bed and pushed my boxers down, then curled and whipped them off my feet.  When I lay back, I was naked, and my dick was hard.

And Kim’s hand touched it.

“OH, god, Kim, that feels good!” I said.

“I love it,” Kim said.  “Now, about tonight…”

I was all ears.  I looked at her.  I looked at Jenny.   Jenny was smiling.

Kim continued.  “Me and you and Jenny.” (I noticed she dropped the “aunt”)  This bed.  Tonight.  US.  Anything goes.  You.” She looked at me. “You are MINE!  IF we, that’s you and I, decide to do this again, we may do it.  With Jenny.  And I think that Laci might…  But YOU.  ME.  And I consider this to be US.  You are NEVER going to do any of this without ME.  And I will never do it without YOU.”

“Wow!” I said.  “Okay.  Kiss me.”

She kissed me.  I turned to Jen.  “Did she ORDER you to do this?”

Giggly Jen.  “Oh, no, I told her that I thought you were a good-looking guy.  That if I wasn’t involved with Laci, I’d entertain the thought.”  She looked at Kim.  “Can I kiss ‘im now?”

Kim nodded, grinning.  Jen said, “Tim, Kim told me how you feel about casual sex.  This is not casual to me.  You’re marrying my own flesh and blood.  Okay?”

“Okay,” I said.  And kissed her.  And it was quite pleasant.  I reached a hand up to touch one of those soft titties.  That got me an “Mmmmm” in the kiss.  No sooner than Jenny’s lips left mine, the kiss came from Kim.

And Jenny said, “Kimmy, show me how this thing works.”  Her hand was on my dick when she said it.

Kim giggled.  “Oh, just do stuff that’s fun for you, and he’ll be very happy.”

I popped Kim a little smack on the ass.  She squealed.  “That’s what **I** do.”

I got another Jen kiss, soft, lots of tongue, then Jen moved down.  “Kim,” she said.  “I’ve never done this…”

Kim giggled as she broke our kiss.  “Lollipop, babe.  Just like the sweetest, hottest lollipop I’ve ever had.” Kim whispered, “Watch!”  She turned her head, leaning against mine as Jen’s face got closer to my dick.   She told Jen, “I’m an EXPERT. I’ve been doin’ ‘im since Sunday.” Giggle. “I’ve already sucked a MILE of it!”

Jen said, “Here goes.  Don’t tell anybody.  They’ll revoke my dyke license.”  And her lips closed over my dick.  “Mmmmm”, came from my crotch as Jen slid me in and out of her mouth.

Kim said, “Lemme go help her.” And she moved down, putting her face near Jen’s.  “Bite it a little if you want.  He likes that.

Jen lifted off me, smiling.  “Bite?”

“Yeah,” Kim said.  “Lemme have your finger.”

Jen extended a finger.  Kim took it into her mouth and I watched her jaws flex.  She released the finger.  “That’s how hard.”

Jen’s head bobbed down and I felt teeth.  “Nnnnnmmmmm” escaped my throat.

Jen pulled her head back.  “Don’t you come in my mouth, Tim.  I’m not ready for that.”

“I won’t.”  but I was thinking about it.

Jen said, “Kim, he likes how you taste?”

“I love how Kim tastes,” I said.

“I would like you to eat me,” Jen said.

A few giggles and titters later I had Jen straddling my face, giggling as I licked .  And Kim was teasing me with her mouth on my dick.  Kim stopped when Jen tossed her head back and keened through an orgasm.

Jen fell off sideways and snuggled against me.  “Kim,” she said, “you got a good one.  This is the first guy to EVER make me come.”

Kim kissed me.  “He had me going at least a half dozen times yesterday.  Four with his tongue, two with this thing.”  She held my dick in her hand.  “You wanna try it?”

Jen’s head nodded.  “Yeah, I think I’d like that.” She moved around and spread her thighs.

Kim said, “Aunt Jen, you shaved it?!?!”

“Mmm-hmm, babe.  Nobody wants to get a hair at a tender moment.”

I filed that thought as I was placing myself between her plumpish thighs.

“Ain’t never seen a guy there before,” Jen laughed.  My tongue halted her in mid-giggle. “Oh!  That’s GOOD!”

I was happy at being told by a lesbian (well,seems to me that she just got reclassified as bisexual) that I was good at licking pussy.  Kim watched, moving herself up to the head of the bed with Jenny.  I looked up when I heard Kim go “ohhhh, god…” and saw Jen’s fingers tweaking her nipples.

I returned to my delicious task of licking a very juicy pussy.  My next look up at my partners showed me Kim’s back arched as Jen’s lips and tongue worked on her tit.  I went back to licking the juices from Jen’s pussy, paying particular attention to her stiff and excited clit.

“Oh, Jen…  kiss me.”  That was Kim.  I lifted my face to see my Kim kissing her aunt.  I continued working on Jen’s pussy, delighting in the copious juiciness.  Her hips were pushing upward against my tongue, then I felt her hands on the back of my head.  I heard a wet smack as their kiss broke.

“Gah…Tim, HARD!”  hissed Jen.  I worked on her with tongue and teeth.  “Ohgodyesssss!”  and I felt the muscles in her thighs relax.  I raised up to see Kim smiling.  She raised her right hand and signaled “thumbs up”, grinning.

I crawled up in the bed and Kim and I kissed over Jen’s immobile form.  “Mmmm,” Kim said.  “Jen tastes like me, huh?”

“Yours is sweeter,” I said.  It was true. There was subtle difference in the tastes of the two.

“If I…  uh… tried…” Kim’s eyes questioned me.  She didn’t finish the sentence.

“That’s between you and Jen, babe,” I said.  “But from that kiss, I don’t think she’s gonna object.”

We lay on either side of Jen.  Her eyes opened and she smiled.  “Hi, there, babe,” she said to Kim.  “He made me come.  First man that ever made me come. Twice!  And YOU kiss good.”

Kim smiled.  And slid down in the bed a little, her hand toying with Jen’s plump titty.  Jen’s eyes widened as Kim fastened her lips to tis nipple.  Jen put her hand behind my head and pulled my lips to hers.  “Mmmmm,” she moaned.  I felt the bed move again as my lips left Jen’s.  We saw Kim moving towards Jen’s pussy.

I was fixated.  Kim looked up at me, smiling, then stuck her pink tongue, yes, that tongue that played so happily with mine when we kissed, the one that had brought me to orgasm when she fellated me, THAT tongue, and she dipped it into Jen’s moist cleft.

Jen tossed her head back.  “Mmmm, ohhhhh, Kim!”

Kim’s head popped up.  “Not bad, Jen.  No wonder you like doin’ this, babe.’ She smiled at me.  “And YOU!”  Kim shifted to position herself between Jen’s thighs.  I watched that short, sassy brown head dip down and felt tremors run through Jen as I cradled her.  I kissed Jen, toying with her nipple.

“OhgodKim!” Jen gasped.  “I’m… ohhhhh!”

I decided that somewhere in this thing I needed to be sucked and I moved to kneel near Jen’s head, my erect dick inches from her face.  She looked at me, then my dick, and gasped in response to Kim’s tongue, then she parted her lips.  I pushed my hips forward to put the head of my dick against them and she sucked me in.  Her tongue, lips and teeth went to work, but then again, after Kim looked up and saw us, so did she, experimenting and finding something that apparently drove Jen rushing toward orgasm.

I started worrying about Jen’s teeth and my dick and her “don’t come in my mouth” warning earlier and I pulled back, albeit reluctantly.

And Kimmy sent Jen over the edge.  Jen’s moans and whimpers ended and Kim’s juice-smeared face appeared above Jen’s steamy pubic mound.  “Mmmmm,” Kim said.  “That was FUN!”  She moved up and reached across Jen’s relaxed body to kiss me again.  Her mouth and lips were glossy with Jen juice and I could taste it when we kissed.     I moved my lips around her face as she giggled and I cleaned up the delicious remains of Jen’s orgasm.

“Wow,” Jen said.  “That was GOOD!”

I and Kim were locked together at the lips and I felt Kim jerk.  We broke apart and I looked down to see the cause of that little motion.  Jen’s fingers were inside Kim’s pussy.  Kim smiled.  “Looks like MY turn, babe!”

“Lay down, Kimmy,” Jen said.

Kim complied.  Where I’d lain on my stomach while eating Jen, Jen stayed on her knees as she worked over Kim’s pussy.  Jen, with her rounded, sweetly plump ass in the air.  I entertained the thought of how it would feel to push into her pussy from behind, fucking her as she licked my Kimmy out.  Then I thought some more.  There was a line that hadn’t been crossed.  Oral sex was foreplay.  We were all playing, licking, biting, sucking, kissing, fondling, but my dick hadn’t been in a pussy.  I wasn’t sure that Kim wanted me crossing THAT line, so I settled for lavishing kisses and licks over that sweet heinie.

Jen wiggled it in a manner that I took to mean she was enjoying my attentions, and I started  doing more, spreading her cheeks to tongue the pink bud of her rectum.  I could feel her quiver.  I kept it up, finding her pussy with my fingers, tickling her clit as she kept servicing an increasingly vocal Kim.  My Kim was getting close, and if the level of wetness on my fingers was any indication, so was Jen.  I moved my face down to gather those slick, musky juices with my tongue.

Jen went over, simultaneously with Kim’s “Ohgodohgodogod! Mmmmnnnnghhhhh! Hahhh!  Jennnnn!”   Her body arched, pushing her pussy into Jen’s happy face, then collapsed back onto the bed.  She let her breath out with a sigh.

Jen and I took positions on either side of Kim, showering her face with kisses.  I curveyed the face of my young lover.  She was glowing.  Jen smiled at me.  “She really is beautiful, ain’t she, Tim?”

“Yes, she is.  I love her…”

Kim’s hand lazily arched around behind my head and pulled my face to hers.  “I love you, too, Tim,” she said, then kissed me.  She smiled.  “I’ve come.  Jen’s come TWICE.  It’s YOUR turn…  Lay down.”

She got up and moved to offer me a gap between herself and Jen on the bed.  I lay back, anticipating, curious.  Two females had decided it was time for me to come and I had no idea how that was going to happen.

“Jen,” said Kim, “have you ever…”

“A guy?” Jen said.  “Nope.  Never.  But I’ve… we… me an’ Laci… we use toys.”

“But you’ve never had a real one in you?”

Jen’s cute hair flounced out as she shook her head.  She looked at me.  Looked at my dick, hard, pointing up.  She looked at Kim.  “uh, babe,” she said, all the stuff we’ve been doin’, that’s just playin’.  This is serious.”

“No, it’s not, Jen,” said Kim.  “Well, yes it is, but…”  Kim looked at me.  I was just laying there, amazed by the scene, two naked girls, one younger, one older, one perfect weight, the other pleasantly plump, Kim’s fingers idly playing with me.  “Tim, uh… if Jen wants…  can she?”

“You know I belong to you, Kim.  If you want to share that part of me…”  My mind was racing.

Kim looked at me, then Jenny, smiling.  “Jenny, I love ‘im.  If you want to, uh…  with me here, it’s like we’re ALL doin’ it, so if you want…”

Jen was in a sexual overload.  She kissed Kim, then me.  “We said anything goes, tonight.” She looked at Kim.  “How’d you do it?  I mean, your first time…”

“I got on top.  That way I could control how fast and everything.”

I watched, smiling, as plump Jen straddled my hips.  She settled down, enveloping my dick between dripping moist pussy lips.  “Oh, this is nice, Tim.  Neat thing you have there.”  She slid back and forth a couple of times, the raised up.  “I don’t know how long this will last,” she said.  “When Laci puts one of her toys in there…  wow!”

Kim said, “Let me help!” reaching between Jen and me to put my dick in the spot it needed to be.  Jen settled back down.  I encountered no resistance other than a wonderful wet snugness.  Kim kissed her and I felt Jen’s hips move under my hands.

Jen had told the truth.  I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to last long, but Jen was over the edge just as I could feel the tingles of my own orgasm start to build.  And when she finished coming, she fell off me, leaving me hard and wet.  Kim gently sucked me clean, easing me away from the urgency of orgasm, but I knew I was going to explode when I had one.

Jen was smiling, her eyes closed.  They fluttered open.  “I’m going to have to tell Laci…”

Kim smiled, looking at me. She asked Jen, “Has Laci ever….”

“No,” Jen answered.  “And this was my first.  Maybe my only…  but Timmmm, thank you…”

“We need to make Tim come now, Jen,” Kimmy announced.

“You do it, babe,” Jen said.  “I’ll watch.”

I had a thought.  Kim and I had only mated once, both times with her on top, facing me.  “Babe,” I said, “come sit in my lap.”  I propped myself up with the pillows piled behind my back.  Kim settled in my lap.  “Turn your back to me.”  She kissed me then turned away.

“I feel that,” she giggled.  She caught the idea fast.  She rose off me, her hand guiding my dick.  Jen’s eyes widened and she licked her lips as Kim lined my dick up then settled back down, sliding my shaft into her pussy.

“You fill me up so good, baby,” she said.

There is one problem with this position.  Kim’s clit was well clear of my dick, missing any change of being stimulated by the sliding of my member.  I was kissing and nibbling at Kim’s neck, my hands clasping her waist, her right arm moved, her fingers touching her own clit.  She was incredibly juicy.  I could feel the moisture starting to roll down my balls.

And Jen was watching the whole scene. “Wow, guys, this is soooo cool…”  She licked her lips.  “I can see everything.  Your dick in her.  Her pussy fitting sooo tight around it, and her clit…”  Jen reacted as I could only hope, bending then laying across my leg to bring her face in proximity to Kim and my point of coupling.  And she licked.  Kim’s clit.  My dick as I slid in and out of Kim.  My drenched balls.  And Kim and I were close.  I’d watched two females making love.  I’d made love with them.  And now they were making love with me, and Jen’s tongue was expert.

I was fighting hard to prolong the sensations, but I was losing.  Fortunately, Kim was close to the edge, and the two of us teetered on the brink together.  Jen’s tongue flicked Kimmy one time to many,

“Ohgodohgodohgod, I’m commmmingggg!”  She pushed down on me.  I felt the head of my dick hitting her cervix deep inside her, and I felt the walls of her young pussy clench and I released.

“Ohgod.  Kimmm!!!!!”  I pushed up into her for the second spurt.  Then the third.  And a fourth and by that time as I was squirting into her, my lunging dick was pumping the semen out in great white gouts and Jen was still licking us when the liquid flow changed from a combination of Kim’s and my lubricating juices to a mix that included globs of semen.  And she kept licking.

Kim collapsed back into my arms as I finally could squirt no more.  My dick softened and fell out of her pussy.  Into Jen’s waiting mouth.  Jen sucked me clean.  Kim’s pussy was oozing my come, too, and Jenny sucked the juices from her niece.

Our party dissolved into a wonderful tangle of three happy people.  Okay, I’d come once.  Kim is certain to make me good for two in two hours if I slept since our last session.   So it was, fifteen or twenty minutes into kissing and groping and biting (Kimmy returning a favor) I was hard again and discovered by Jen.

“Kimmy, it’s back.” She said.  Her blonde head bent down and sucked on my hard shaft.  “Mmmm, it’s giving me juice.  Tastes kinda like you.  And Laci.  And me.”

“That’s because it’s for lubrication, just like ours.” Kim was kissing my face.  “Play with his balls.  He likes that!”

I noted that Kim was giving instructions to her aunt on how to make me happy.  Jen’s fingers made me happy.

Kim had another thought.  “You know,” she told Jen, “He can uh… do it again.  You know… come.”

Jen’s face lit up.  “Can I have it?  Like you did while ago.”

Kim looked at me.  I nodded.  “Sure you can,” she said.  We rearranged the pillows and I propped up, my erection proud and happy for all the attention.  Kim noted this by delivering a nibbly sucking.  I held my arms open and Jen sat back in my arms.  I could feel the warm wetness of her pussy against my dick.

Kim giggled.  “Raise up,” she commanded Jen.  “Now let yourself down easy.”  Kim’s hand guided my dick into Jen’s hot, juicy pussy.  I wrapped my arms around Jen, caressing a bouncy breast in one hand, brushing aside her hair with my nose and fastening my lips to her neck.  She went crazy, giggling, shaking, her pelvis working up and down on my dick.

Second round, I was in position to last.  Kim was getting in position to make sure I didn’t.  I felt her lips on my scrotum, then she grabbed the loose skin in her teeth and shook her head.

“Gah, babe,” I said.  “You make me crazy.”  Kim laughed.  Then her tongue hit Jen’s exposed, erect clittly and Jen moaned.  “Awwwww, Kimmmmm.”

Kim licked Jen to a roaring orgasm.  Jen’s pussy and Kim’s tongue finished me.  I spurted.  Jen leaned her head back as I did.  “I feel every bit of that, you.” she said.  “It’s a good thing I’m on the Pill.”

“Nope, don’t worry,” Kim interrupted.  “He’s fixed.  Vasectomy.  That’s purely recreational.”

I, that is, my dick, finally plopped out of Jen’s pussy.  Kim noted the fact.  “Jen,” she said, “If you want to play with it when it’s soft…”

Jen said, “Whatever, babe.  I got it when he did you, remember.”

“Oh, yeah.” Kim remembered.  “But it’s so cute when it’s soft.  And you suck on it and you can feel it grow in your mouth…”

Jen rolled off me and I twisted out of my nest of pillows.  I was rewarded with Kim’s pussy in my face and jen happily working on my soft dick.  Then Kim remembered where the other half of that load was.  She got off me and I felt the bed move, then and “Mmmmm” from Jen as Kim started licking and sucking her from behind.  Finally Kim stopped and Jen stopped and I ended up with a naked, and I presumed, satisfied girl on each side of me.

The queen-sized bed made sure that with three occupants we stayed in contact, touching, hugging, fitting together.  And all that wine, that made sure that we each got up in the middle of the night to drain off the residue.  And that meant that when each of THEM returned to bed I got a warm, sucking feeling in my groin.  And when I got up, I sucked a couple of pairs of very nice titties.  And went back to sleep with somebody’s hand fondling my dick.  And somebody else’s hand holding my balls.

Morning brought waking and waking brought, well, the three of us sitting up in bed, realizing that we were all completely naked, and while Kim was getting used to having a dick inside her a couple of times a night, it was new to Jen and she was sore.

“Wait’ll I explain this to Laci,” she said.

Kim was cradling my head as I nursed playfully on her perky tits.  “What?  You’re gonna tell ‘er?”

“Sure,” Jen said. “I told her that one day, if the situation was right, I might do it with a guy.  And you’re Kim’s guy and Kim and I talked and she told me how you were with her, and, hey, you’re cute for a guy…”

“That’s what I always wanted to be, cute!”  I chuckled.

Kim said, “And I told Aunt Jen that if it was okay with you, well, I love her, and I love you.  And here we are, the morning after.”

“But what’s Laci gonna say?”

Jen snorted, “It’s not like I cheated on ‘er with another woman, huh?  Besides, SHE is gonna want…”

Kim was behind me, resting her chin on my shoulder, her arms around my chest.  “Maybe NEXT weekend…”

Jen laughed.  “Yeah, I’m sore.  I need some TLC.  Tender Licking Care.”

“That’s horrible, Aunt Jen…” Kim giggled.  I noted that we were back to “Aunt Jen” now.

Jen said, “Uh, we need to go to breakfast, but we smell like an orgy.”

Fact:  THREE people can cram into a shower if they’re VERY friendly.  We ARE very friendly.

When we got out of the shower, Jen took off to her own apartment wearing her athletic shoes and my bathrobe.  Nothing else.  Hair wet.  And passed the old couple on the sidewalk.

Half an hour alter the three of us were at a diner parking lot, waiting for Laci to show up.  We were leaning against the hood of my SUV when Laci showed up.

She got out of her car and strode up to us, a quirky grin on her face.  “My, my, my!  Don’t WE look satisfied.”

Jen stepped forward.  “Hi, babe.  It’s interesting, but I’m not signin’ on with the other team.”

“Darnit,” I laughed.  “And here I thought a taste of Timmy would be enough.”

Kim snorted, “You got me locked in, babe.”  And she kissed me, right outside, in broad daylight.

We went inside and asked for the booth in the farthest corner.  Kim and I ordered pancakes.  Laci got an omelet and Jen got bacon and eggs and toast.  Four mugs of coffee arrived.

“How late did you work, babe,” Jen asked Laci.

Laci’s job was managing a data system for a large company, and Friday night were often her nights to work late.

“I got out of there after ten.  I was going to get out at eight, but one of the servers was acting wonky and so we had to change it out and set it up.”  She looked at Jen.  “Well, so tell me… did you?”

Jen smiled shyly.  I didn’t even know Jen HAD any “shy”.  “Uh-huh.”

Kim smiled.  “We wore Tim out.”

“I guess…” Laci said.  “I know how Jen is…”

The plates arrived.  Amidst the clinking of silverwear and plates, Laci pieced together that we had indeed hit every possible permutation for two females and a male.

“I want some,” she said.  She looked at me, then Kim.  “D’you think the four of us…”

Kim nodded enthusiastically.  “But here’s my rules.  We, that’s me and Tim, we’re married, and we’ll never do anything without BOTH OF US.  And (here’s where my heart did a bounce) there will NEVER be another male involved.  Never. Ain’t gonna happen.  Tim is my first, my one, my ONLY.  And you,” she fixed Laci in her eyes, “You’re like family, and Aunt Jen is like my big sister and my mom all rolled up together.” She grinned.  And after last night…  much more.  But those are the rules.”  Kim took a sip of her coffee.  “I’m Tim’s.  He’s mine.  That’s all there will ever be for me.”

“Wow,” Laci said.  “You love ‘im, dontcha, baby girl.”

Determined Kim face.  “Yes I do.  I truly, undisputably do.  And we’re getting married the Saturday before Thanksgiving.”

“And I will be the Best Man and Jenny will be the Maid of Honor.”

“Yeah,” I said.  “I was “honored” last night…”

Laci smiled.  “And we’ll see who’s the best man Friday, Huh Kim?”

Kim giggled.  “You guys need to be careful with ‘im.  He’s MY toy.  I’m letting you play with ‘im.  Don’t break ‘im.”

The check came and I tossed a gold card at it.  And the four of us walked out into Saturday, two couples splitting into two different directions.

Once inside the car, Kim faced me.  “Babe,’ she said, her blue eyes belying concern, “did I do something wrong?”

“Wrong?”  I paused.  “I guess I’m just confused.  Really confused.  I thought…”

Kim interrupted, “I know what you thought, babe.  I know.  But…”

“Kim,” I said, “I told you that sex was something I couldn’t separate from love.  I told you that a week ago.  And already…”

There was a tear on her cheek.  “Take us home, babe.”  Her face was red.  The remainder of the trip home was silent.  I don’t know what was going on in Kim’s head, but my thoughts were a swirl.  I’d told this little girl my innermost thoughts, explained to her my feelings, given her my heart, and in one evening, lubricated by a few glasses of wine, I’d violated my own standards.

It wasn’t a happy couple that got out of the car when we parked.  We started walking towards the apartment.  She reached out and took my hand, not saying anything.  As we walked up the sidewalk the first path off it led to her aunt’s apartment.  She looked me questioningly, her eyes wet, on the verge of tears again.

I gave her hand a gentle tug and we walked to OUR apartment.

Inside, with the door locked behind her, she threw her arms around my neck, crying.  “I’m sooo sorry, Tim…  I thought…”

I kissed her.  “Kim, baby, you’re the love of my life…  what did we do?”

“Babe,” she sobbed, “I was talking with Aunt Jen and we were being silly about you and me, and you  know…  sex…”

“It’s not just sex between you and me.  We love each other…”

“I know,” she sobbed.  “But me an’ Aunt Jen.  We got all giggly and kind of planned, well, we talked about it…  and it sounded good, and fun, and when she told me that she’d never been with a guy and I had...”

“but, babe,” I said, “I love you, and it was between US.”

She was still sobbing.  “I love you too, Tim, and it IS us… but I thought you and me and Aunt Jen, we could just, you know, PLAY…  since we all love each other.”

The wet blue eyes melted me.  I had to think, though.  I said so.  The tears flowed.  “I had the perfect guy,” she sobbed, “and I messed it up…”

I sat down, putting my head in my hands.  She knelt in front of me, wrapping me in her arms, her face wet against mine.  “So what do we do, Kim?  I love you.”

“It’s me and you, Tim.  Us.  Forever.”

“But last night…”  I looked into teary blue eyes.  Did I want to lose THIS girl?  I decided.  No.

“It’s US, forever, babe.”  I sighed.  I sat back and pulled her up into my lap and cuddled her.

She looked at me, tears staining her cheeks.  “Tim, last night didn’t mean I didn’t love YOU.  It just meant that I loved you so much…”

She wasn’t the only one with tears.  “Kimberly,” I said, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to share anything that was yours.  The best I can give you…”

She kissed me tenderly, “is US.”

I gave up.  Kim was supposed to be mine.  I was meant to be hers.  I kissed her back.  I felt her little pink tongue brush my lips and I opened my mouth to her tongue.  When the kiss ended, we just held onto each other for some minutes.

“D’ya still want me, Tim…”

“I will be wanting you the day I die, little brown-haired girl,” I said.

“B-but… marriage?” her blue eyes were pools I could drown in. I looked into them and lost myself.

“Yes, if you want to marry this strange old engineer, princess.  I want to marry you.”

She looked at me, head lowered, her eyes locked on mine, still wet in the corners.  “Then we’re past this, baby?” she asked, her voice tiny, questioning.

“We’re past this, sweetness.”  I kissed her.  And I meant it.  We held onto each other for a while longer, then she got up.  “Where’re you going, love?” I asked.

“Be right back,” she said.

I heard water running.  She came back to the living room with a washcloth and washed my face.

“Y-you cried over me,” she said softly.

“And you cried over me, babe,” I answered.  “We are so hopelessly tangled up.  And I want it that way.”

She turned her head to me, smiling.  “We’re not tangled.  We’re like two lumpy pieces of some sort of weird jigsaw puzzle.  We just fit…”

Her eyes gleamed as she switched from sitting sideways on my lap to straddling me, her arms around my neck.  Another kiss and she slowly pressed her crotch against a part of me that didn’t think at all.  It got hard.

“Mmmmm,” she said.  “That’s one of those parts that fits.”

I was helpless.  I ran my hands from her shoulders, down along her sides, to clasp her ass and pull her against me harder.  Yes, it’d been ten hours since my last explosion and Kim was building another.

She bit her bottom lip, the corners of her mouth smiling, she shook her head, her brown hair bouncing, and she held the pose.  I don’t think she did stuff like that on purpose, but there was a spot in my brain that was exactly the size and shape of the images of Kim.

“Uh, babe, all that coffee for breakfast?” she sighed, “it needs to come out.  I gotta…”

“Okay, my princess,” I said, releasing her.  “Now that you mention it.”

“Me first,” she said.  The apartment had two bathrooms, but I followed her to the one off the master bedroom.  I watched her slide her shorts and then her panties down, then she sat.  From the sound I could tell she wasn’t kidding about the need to go.  I was unbuckling my belt as she got up and left the bathroom to me.

When I finished, I was zipping up and I turned to go into the bedroom.  There in the middle of the bed was Kim, still fully dressed, except her shorts weren’t buttoned.  She was on her side, propped up on one elbow.  Smiling.  Thirty minutes later we were laying in each other’s arms, satiated, her face close to mine and I could feel her breath brush my cheek.

“Babe,” she whispered, “Nothing compares to YOU.  US.   I mean, last night…”

I was surprised that she’d breech the subject, but this was Kim, and Kim was headstrong and after only a week together, I was learning her ways.  “What about last night?” I asked.

“I was happy for Aunt Jen, but I was happier when YOU came in me.”  She pulled her face away from me to stare into my eyes.  “Truth, babe,” she said.

“I will always tell you the truth, little one,” I answered.

“Last night, you DID enjoy it.  I mean, you came twice…”

“Yes, I enjoyed it, Kimmy.  Mostly because I saw YOU being happy.”

She got a serious look.  “Now, babe, you can say “no” and I’ll never bring up the subject again, but if you and me and Jen and Laci…”

“As long as you want that.  But babe, no other guy…  I…  I guess I’m selfish, but I can’t handle the thought of you with another guy…”

She fixed me in her eyes.  “Babe, if it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I’d have ever had a guy…”

“Seriously?”

She smiled and kissed me.  “Yep.  You’re the one.  And the only.  Something about you completes me.”

“I’ll accept that.  But what about last night, when I… when Jen…”

“I wasn’t a bit jealous, baby,” she said.  “This,” her hand wrapped around my soft dick, “is MINE.  It’s like I shared my favorite toy with her.  And you an’ her taste pretty good mixed together.  Lay back!” she commanded.

I rolled on my back and she slid on top of me, presenting me with her pussy, still oozing the mixed juices of our joining.  Her lips closed over my dick, sucking its softness.  It didn’t stay soft, and she giggled.  Sucking me to hardness was in her words, “magic”.

I feasted on the soppy pussy before me.  That it was my semen mixed with her musky juices was not distasteful.  It was delicious.  She held the head of my dick in her mouth as I licked her clean and then tongued her to a sweet, shuddering orgasm.

I turned her around and we cuddled.  She idly toyed with the head of my dick with her fingers.

“Babe,” she asked, “are we going to do anything else today?”

“We’re going to take another shower.  We smell like hot sex.”

We showered together, just a quickie.  It would’ve been quicker, but there was a certain amount of mutual genital washing that was clearly recreational.

I was shaving when my phone rang.  Kim answered it.  I heard her say, “Tim Duncan’s phone. This is Kim.” Pause. “Yes, he’s here.  Just a second.” She came into the bathroom.  “Babe, it’s the job.”

This was one of the hazards of my line of work.  When you’re the engineer in charge of a plant’s electrical power system and lights go out, YOU get a call.  “HI, this is Tim,” I said.  I listened to the sad story over the phone, asking questions, and with every exchange it became more clear that this wasn’t something that would be solved with a conversation.  “Okay, I’ll be out there in, oh, forty-five minutes.”

Kim was watching me, still delightfully nude, as was I.

“There goes our day, babe,” I said.  “They need me out there.”

She smirked.  “That’s what you get for knowing things,” she said.

“Yeah, I guess.”  I opened my closet and pulled out jeans and a work shirt and started dressing.

“How long will you be gone?” she asked.

“I dunno.  Could be a couple of hours, maybe more, but I will be home this evening.  You gonna be okay?”

“Will you love me all day while you’re gone?” she smiled.

“I will love you until the last star blinks out.”

“Then I’ll be okay.  I have plenty to do around here.”  Yes, it was HER house, too.  My toys were her toys.

“I’ll call you as soon as I find out what’s going on, baby.”  I kissed her, running my hands over her naked butt, and I left.

Sometimes things just go very bad when dealing with electrical power, and metal gets vaporized and doors blown off and general mayhem occurs.  I walked into a little bit of the aftermath of one of these situations.  No, it wasn’t going to get fixed today.  It was going to get secured today and I and a crew of electricians did some slightly heroic things involving high voltage cables and unusual equipment applications and at seven PM we had the lights back on in a production unit and I was on the way home.  Clearing the gate, I flipped my phone open and punched up Kim on speed dial.

“Hi, babe,” came the bright voice that I loved.  All that did was make me kick myself for causing tears this morning.

“Hi, sweetie, I’m on the way home.”

“Good!  I’m waiting for you.  Everything okay?”

“Kinda sorta.  We did some temporary stuff to get through the weekend.  I’m a mess.  I crawled in some nasty places.  I’m gonna need a shower when I get home.”

“Oooooo,” she squealed.  “I can help!”

“You might not want to, babe.  I’m nasty.”  I was smudged with carbon and other blast biyproducts.  I went on, “Uh, have you had dinner?”

“No,” she said.  “You said you’d be home in time.”

“Order pizza if you don’t mind.  I’m tired.”

“I don’t mind.  Are you up for a game of Trivial Pursuit with Laci an’ Aunt Jen?”

“Sure.  After I clean up.”

Kim was somewhat shocked at my smudgy form when I walked in the door.  She peeled my clothes off and started them in the laundry and then joined me in the shower.  I appreciated her gentle but thorough hands soaping and scrubbing my arms and face.  I got out and was shaving when I heard the pizza and Laci and Jen arrive simultaneously.  The four of us sat around the dining room table laughing and enjoying hot pizza.  I couldn’t help but feel that my status within the group had changed.  I know that I certainly held Miss Jen in a different regard, and I thought I detected a little bit of difference in the way Laci looked at me.

The Trivial Pursuit game went well.  Jen and Laci invoked Kimberly Rules on Kim and I and Kim managed to pull off a win amongst laughter and “Nobody in his right mind would KNOW that shit!” and “Remind me to never play with HER again!”, but I knew they’d play again.  The clock was pushing eleven thirty when the game was over and Jen and Laci stood at the door to leave.  Jen kissed Kim.  Then me.  I felt her tongue hit my lips so I answered, just a little.  Her eyes were laughing.  And then Laci kissed Kim, then me.  And they left.  I remembered the look in Laci’s eyes.  Curiosity?  And maybe a little playful lust?

When the door closed, I pulled Kimberly to me.

“Mmmmm, babe,” she purred.  “Bed!”

Two minutes later we were naked in bed together, our bodies pressed tightly against one another, and my hand was stroking that short, sassy hair of hers.  And she was alternating between purring and giggling and gosh I loved this little girl.  Little?  Five-eight?  Okay, let’s do “young girl”.  She was such a doll.  My fingertips read the skin of her body, taut, youthful, smooth.  Several kisses later we were in a happy sixty-nine, and this time we both came.  After her lips had secured the last droplets of semen from me, she let my dick drop form her lips almost reluctantly and turned around.

“So what’d you do while I was gone today, babe?” I asked.

“I went to hang out with Aunt Jen and Laci.  Laci had to go do something and I talked to Aunt Jen while you were gone.”

“Yeah?  What’d she have to say?” I asked.

Kim was laying on her side, her head propped on her left hand, her right idly fondling my dick.  “You know that conversation the you and I had this morning about last night?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“They had one, too.  Tim, my aunt and Laci are not promiscuous.  I don’t know if you know that.”

“I heard monogamy was pretty common among lesbian couples,” I said.

“Well, they are.  And Laci unloaded on Aunt Jen about it.  I guess it was like you and me.  But they got over it.  I guess like you and me.  Aunt Jen said she told Laci that she was only doin’ what she and Laci had joked about, and Laci said Aunt Jen needed to learn what a joke meant.”

“Wow,” I said.  “So Laci thinks…”

“Aunt Jen says that Laci was jealous, too…  you’re like the first straight guy they’ve really had a relationship with, you know, friends and all that, and then there’s that thing about me and you…”

“But they’re still good, huh?”

“Yeah,” she said.  “Babe, you know how we just played a game together, and everybody laughed and had fun?”

“Yeah,” I said, wondering how this fit into the conversation.

“It was a game.  Last night.  It was a game.  Between friends.  Aunt Jen has Laci.  I have you.”

“And this means…” I questioned.

“That if, you…”

“Oh,” I said, “Me and you and Jen and Laci…”

She touched her forehead to mine and said in a small voice, “yes…”

“Kim,” I asked, “is this going to be like a regular thing?”

Kim smiled, “Maybe just once in a while…  You know, Aunt Jen’s got this king-sized bed.  I mean, all FOUR of us?