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NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 07 Dec 2000 23:24:32 CST X-Abuse-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly Subject: {ASSM} STORY: Next Door Neighbor - Part 7 (Mf, MF, Mff, and like that :-) Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2000 06:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27770> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, IceAltar Next Door Neighbor (M/f, M/F, M/f/f, f/f, F/f, M/F/f/f, anal, oral, cons, inc) by Dorsai LEGAL DISBLAMER You know the drill: Erotica blah, blah, blah; Legal age yadda, yadda, yadda; Do not do this nag, nag, nag. INFORMATION You can get a copy of this story in text and .pdf (Adobe Acrobat) formats, and my other stories, at the alt.sex.stories text repository at http://www.asstr-mirror.org under my Author name of Dorsai. You can reach me directly at my public email account at dorsai@mail.com This story is released for public distribution provided the copyright notice is retained. ------------------------------------------------------------ Part Seven I woke up the next morning to find my arm wrapped around one firm young female, my morning erection tucked neatly between her ass cheeks, while another similarly unclad female was pressed against my back. I carefully considered the size and feel of the breast in my hand with one of those poking my back and decided that it was Sandra in front of me, with Robyn completing the sandwich. Opening my eyes, I was pleased to see that I was right. Moving carefully, so as not to disturb them, I eased my way out from between them so that I could relieve some considerable hydraulic pressure. That accomplished, I found my way to the kitchen where I started a pot of coffee. Then it was back to the bedroom to get my robe so that I could open the front door and retrieve my morning paper. As I was reading the comics in the living room, I heard the noise of the coffee pot burbling as it finished creating it's life-giving nectar. I hadn't any more than stood up to go get a cup than Sandra wandered into the living room, saying, "That smells good - it woke me up. Sit down, and I'll bring you some." Never one to refuse service from a naked, nubile young female, I readily agreed, taking a seat again. A minute later, Sandra came back in with two cups in her hand - handing one to me. I took a sip, and was pleased to discover that she'd apparently paid enough attention to know that I didn't bother with added ingredients. I looked over, and saw that she'd at least doctored her own with milk - I knew I didn't have any kind of creamer in the apartment. I raised an eyebrow, and she said "I don't drink it very often, but this morning it just smelled SO good." I finished reading the comics, and when I showed them to her, she smiled and accepted them while I went on to read another section. We'd each nearly finished our first cup when Robyn turned up - rubbing her eyes to get the sleep out, and yawning. She saw that we'd obviously been up for a while, and collected our cups before heading into the kitchen. A bit later, she brought them back out to us - with our thanks - before disappearing again, only to reappear with a cup of her own. I'd seen her drink coffee only a couple of times, and knew that she would have added plenty of both milk and sugar to it. She quickly settled herself on the couch between Sandra and I, and picked up the TV remote. Turning the TV on, she soon found the morning news and entertainment program that she liked, careful to make sure she kept the volume down. Having finished the paper, I handed it to Sandra so that she could read whatever she wanted of the rest of it, and sat back to watch the TV with Robyn. With a little more room next to me, she scooted over to lean against me. I put my hand on her thigh, and she hugged my arm as we watched the anchors discussing some minor event in one of the other staff members' life. A few minutes later, Sandra finished the paper, and asked me what I did with it when I was done. I told her that I put it in a stack in the corner of the kitchen so that one of the local Boy Scout troops could come by and collect it at the end of the month. She went to put it away, taking hers and my coffee cups in the process - Robyn was still working on hers. When she came back, she handed me my cup and set hers on the arm of the couch before setting in on my other side, resting against me. The three of us sat there watching TV until the program ended, when Robyn got up to take the cups into the kitchen. When she came back, she planted herself in my lap, facing Sandra, and asked, "What's for breakfast?" I teased her, asking, "Did you say 'what' or 'who'?" - and making both of them laugh before Sandra offered, "I hope it's not me. As much fun as that was last night, I'm a little sore this morning. I don't think I'm ready for any, uh, activities yet." Robyn grinned at her, and said, "Yeah, I know how you feel - same thing happened to me. No, I want something to eat - you know, food?" Sandra grinned back, and answered, "I could stand something to eat, too - like maybe a whole cow, or something. Now that you mention it, I'm *starved*!" Both of them looked at me, and I couldn't help but laugh before telling them "I used to wonder how the two of you managed to stay so trim - then I found out, last night!" Both laughed; then we started figuring out what we wanted for breakfast. Sandra let Robyn keep her seat, and went into the kitchen to see what I had to eat. She came back to report that I had enough stuff that she could make us a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and fried potatoes. That sounded pretty good to us, and Robyn got up to go help her fix it - Sandra insisted that I just sit back and relax; fixing me breakfast was a 'thank you for making me feel so good last night'. I knew that Robyn, at least, was good enough in the kitchen to handle simple things; I could only trust that Sandra was just as good, or at least willing to let Robyn take charge when necessary. A bit later, Sandra headed into the bedroom, coming back out with a robe on. Obviously, she'd rediscovered the hazards of cooking bacon while nude. A minute later, Robyn followed her example - more to 'fit in' with being semi-dressed than anything else, I figured. After a few minutes, Robyn reappeared, and began setting up the small table I had in what I used for a dining area. Placemats, dishes, glasses, flatware, and all the rest of the works soon took their places. That accomplished, she headed back into the kitchen. A couple minutes more, and the two of them came out with breakfast on platters that they put on the table. I got up and headed over to sit down with them - there wasn't a doubt in my mind that if I delayed too much, they wouldn't hesitate to leave me only scraps. We chatted a bit as we ate, with me finding out what their plans were for the day, and so on. I also let them know that I'd be busy on my work, but that it wasn't anything that couldn't be interrupted. Fortunately, they'd made plenty of food, so all of us got our fill - but there wasn't a bit left when we were done, either. After we finished, Robyn told Sandra and I to go ahead and leave the table - she'd be the one to clear it, and wash the dishes (well, load them into the dishwasher). Sandra offered to help, as did I, but Robyn just told us that it was still Sandra's special time, and to do what she said. Sandra and I looked at each other, shrugged, and did as we were told - me laying back on the couch with Sandra on my lap and leaning against me, the two of us snuggling. A short time later, Robyn came in to take a similar position on Sandra. The three of us sat there for a while, simply content to be in physical contact with each other. Finally, though, time - and the drinks we'd had - conspired to get us moving. We got up and headed into the bedroom; Robyn and I waited for Sandra to finish her ablutions in the bathroom, then as Sandra changed into her suit, I waited for Robyn. When she reappeared, I waited for her to change, then kissed both of them before they headed for the pool. I took the opportunity to grab a quick wakeup shower, before heading into the living room to get started on what was left of my workday. For the rest of the day, one or the other of the girls would come in every so often; sometimes for something to drink, sometimes to see if I needed anything, sometimes to use the bathroom. Whatever the reason, they were always discrete about it, careful not to disturb me. Other than sex, one of the previous evening's topics of discussion was what I did, and how I did it; I'd managed to get them to understand that even though I had a certain amount of liberty in my schedule, I was still obliged to meet certain deadlines. They also came to realize that what I did required a certain amount of concentration, as well. With our late breakfast, none of us felt any need to do anything about lunch, so it was late afternoon before the two of them made it back to the apartment together. Again, they were careful not to bother me as they headed into the bedroom to change out of their damp suits. A few minutes later, they reappeared in shorts and halters to watch a little TV from the couch, with the volume kept low. Perhaps a half hour later, I finished what I was doing, and carefully saved my work before going over to take a seat on 'my' chair. After a nudge from Robyn, Sandra got up and came over to park herself in my lap. I put my arms around her, and hugged her, saying "Thanks for being so considerate today. It's usually kind of hard for me to get things organized when I start working, and you - both of you", this directed to Robyn, "helped a lot by not disturbing me. As a reward for your thoughtfulness, I'll take us all out for supper, if you're hungry." Sandra hugged me before snuggling into me again before saying "I'm kinda hungry, but I'm not in any hurry. This feels nice", with Robyn adding "Me either. Let's just wait a bit, and then decide, okay?" "That's fine with me", I answered, content with the idea of having Sandra in my arms for a little longer. After a while, though, the idea of supper started sounding better and better; I finally broke the silence by asking "Is anyone besides me ready to eat?" The girls looked at each other, and laughed; then I realized the other 'interpretation' of what I'd just asked. As their laughter died, I said "Let me rephrase that: Is anyone besides me ready for SUPPER?" Both admitted that they were, so we talked over the options, finally settling on going out to a nearby branch of a national restaurant chain. They didn't particularly want to have to 'dress up', and I wanted to go someplace where the food didn't come in a bag. As they both stood up, I noticed that neither had a bra on; when Robyn bent over to pick something off the floor, I could tell that she didn't have any panties on, either. I gently, but firmly, informed them that we weren't going out with them dressed like that - at least, not to someplace where we'd be getting out of the car. After some good-natured grumbling, they went in the change, coming out later with blouses on - and with wicked grins on their faces, Robyn, then Sandra, showed me that they'd put panties on, as well. When we got back, I saw the light on my answering machine blinking, and discovered that Lucy had called just a few minutes earlier. I quickly called her back at the number she'd left, and was lucky enough to catch her still in her hotel room - she'd been about to go out for her own meal. We chatted a few seconds before she said that she needed to talk to me about something. I asked her what it was, and she said that it would take a little bit to explain, so she wanted to talk to the girls first, so that our conversation wouldn't be interrupted. I agreed, and handed the phone to Robyn before heading off to recycle some fluids - and passing Sandra as she returned from the same mission. I told her that I'd called Lucy, and she quickly headed for the phone. After I'd returned to the living room, I was careful to stay away from the phone, so they could all have their time together. Finally, Robyn gestured to me that it was my turn. When I went over, she said, "Mom told me that she has to talk to you, and we should leave you alone while you're on the phone." That said, Sandra handed me the phone, and the two of the headed into the bedroom, clearly upset at Lucy's instructions. When I spoke, Lucy asked "Are you alone?" "Yes", I answered, slightly mystified. "I think there's something going on here, and I need some advice. I know what the people back at the office would tell me, but I don't thing it would be enough. I need someone with a little more imagination than that." "Okay, go ahead." "We've been here all day, me and the accountants. They do their thing, and at the end of the day, they tell me what's going on, along with a written report. Before we started, I told them that their written reports would be fine, but that in their verbal reports, I wanted to hear the stuff that they weren't comfortable putting on paper - that I *had* to know what was going on, and that nothing they told me would come back to bite them." "Sounds like a good idea, so far. So what happened?" "Their written reports are all by the numbers. But what they told me, in person, was that they were running into a lot of little problems." "Such as?" "Such as references to documents and files that they couldn't find. Such as a lot of expenses - things that were just a *little* too high, and happened just a *little* too often - not enough to raise red flags, normally, but enough to raise a yellow flag, in these circumstances. Such as people hanging over them, and just generally getting in the way." "And you need my help how?" "I'm not quite sure what to make of all of it. Individually, these things are minor - they happen all the time. It's the number of them, and how often they're happening that's got me concerned. What I need is for someone else to think it through, so I know if I'm being paranoid or not." "Okay. Let me think about it for a bit, and call you back. Go out and get something to eat, and I'll call you in, say, an hour?" "You got it. Uh, were the girls upset that I chased them off?" "A bit. They're in the bedroom, being outraged at the moment." She sighed, and said, "Okay. Let me talk to them again before I hang up. If I don't, they won't have anyone to take it out on but you - and I love you too much to let *that* happen!" I laughed, and put the phone on hold while I went in to tell the girls that Lucy wanted to talk to them again. While they marched out to see what other indignity they were going to have to endure, I lay down on the bed. A few minutes later, they eased their way back in to lay next to me, but didn't disturb me as I thought through what Lucy had told me. I ran through a number of possibilities, trying to figure out how the things she'd told me fit together - and what each of the situations I came up might mean to Lucy, and her company. After a while, Robyn started nudging me, and when I looked at her, she told me "You're supposed to call Mom in ten minutes. She told me to make sure I reminded you, if you were busy." I thanked her, and she added, "Mom told us something was going on where she was, and that she needed you to help her think about what it was. That was why she didn't want us bothering you - so you could help her. I'm sorry if I was being a turd." "Me, too", Sandra added. I thanked them for their apology, and they got up to head into the living room. I collected and organized my thoughts, and met Sandra as she was heading into the bedroom to give me another reminder. I asked her to bring me a beer, and told her that she and Robyn could share one, too, as long as they were quiet while I was on the phone. She responded "Of course!", and headed for the kitchen. She left the beer on the desk as Lucy answered the phone, and when she heard me say Lucy's name, made a hasty retreat to the couch. I told Lucy "Okay, from what you've told me, I can only come up with three possibilities. I don't have enough information - not your fault! - to say which one it is. What I can do, though, is tell you what you need to know, or find out, to help figure out which one it is." "Okay, what did you come up with?", she asked. "First possibility is that they're just nervous about the - what did you call it? - audit, and how sudden it happened, or some other benign reason. Uncalled for, maybe, but reasonable. "Second possibility is that a few people, I'd say middle management or so, have been making up their own perks along the way. Nothing major, really, like systematic fraud, but not something to be ignored, either. They know it, and are worried about being found out. "The third choice is that one or more people near the top have been up to something, and have issued the command that you're not to be helped - if not outright blocked. That option raises some ugly possibilities." "That's the one that I was worried about, but knew I didn't have anything to pin it on. You said that you could tell me how I can find out which one it is?", she replied. "Sure. If it was me, I'd call in the rank-and-file types, and just tell them that you're there as part of a normal audit, and that it was called suddenly so your client could get a 'snapshot' of how things were going. You're not looking for anything in particular, just the general situation. If it's just nerves, they should settle down, and you and the accountants can do your thing, just like always." "What next?" "If that doesn't help, make it clear that you're looking at middle managers - particularly the nervous ones. If it's them, once it's clear where your attention is, your accountants should stop tripping over most of the lower level employees: they won't have any reason or motivation to get in the way, any more, since it will be 'obvious' that you're on to what's been happening." "And?" "If a change of focus doesn't do it, then I'd have to suspect the executive level. You know where the problem is in an organization by where the trouble stops. That's what you're trying to find out by reassuring the lower levels, then focusing on the managers. There's going to be *some* overlap because of office politics, but nothing systemic like what you'd see with executives being involved. You know what to look for, now. I trust that you can handle the HOW to look for it - that's something I couldn't help with, any way." She snorted, and said, "I'm not sure I believe that, but I'll take your word for it. Yeah, I can handle the 'political' part of it. What happens if it turns out to be the executives? How can I prove it's them?" "In that case, you'll have to do a lot of computer work: finding missing files, tracing what went where and when, tracking the order things happened in, and so on. Think of it as a data autopsy." "I've got no idea how to do anything like that." "That's okay. Your company's computer people should be able to tell you. If you don't understand something, ask them. If you still don't understand, I'll try to explain. If the worst case turns out to be true, then you might have another problem, though." "What's that?" "If these folks are up to something, there *could* be the argument made that your company's IT people aren't impartial - you know, your client is having a problem, so your people come in to help them, instead of finding the 'truth'." She sighed again, saying, "I hadn't thought of that one. You're probably right. What then?" "If it comes down to that point, you'll need to find someone else, outside your company. I can make some recommendations, if you need or want them." "Yeah, I might." "One other thing." "What's that?" "If it turns out that it is the execs having fun with someone else's money, a couple of things have to happen. First, your company, and your client, need to decide what happens - that is, do you prosecute the offenders, get the money back, or both? Second, it's to your advantage to make this whole thing as spotless and impartial and documented as you can - run it like you were going to lay it in front of a judge, whether you plan to, or not. There's no telling where it'll wind up, and it's probably best to be ready for the worst." "I already planned to do that. That's why I called you before starting anything about it - so that I could figure out how to make it good, however it turns out." "That's the idea - everything you do needs to look like a reasonable response to something that came before it." "On the subject of coming" - she giggled at her joke - "did anything happen last night?" "Sure. We had pizza - but I told you that already, last night." "No, you turd, I mean did anything happen AFTER that?" "As a matter of fact, it did." I waited a few moments, and as I expected, she got impatient and demanded, "So what was it?" "What was what?", I asked, innocently. "What happened last night. AFTER we talked on the phone!", she answered, getting testy. "Oh, that. Sandra and I had a little fun, with Robyn's help." "What fun?", then a pause, then "Oh. OH! You mean you? And Sandra? Together?" "Well, we sure weren't apart." She snickered, and said, "Yeah, I'll bet. Have fun, you said?" "Yup." "Who had the most fun? How often or how many?" "Just the one time. She had two, no, three after Robyn finished with her. I had one." "Messy?" "As a matter of fact, no. It was already gone when I got there. Misplaced, accident, or whatever happened, there weren't any obstructions. Made it easier for both of us." "Good for her! How is she?" "A little sore, she says, but happy. Not too feisty today. Smiles and cuddles a lot, though." "I'll bet - I didn't feel like doing anything for three days after my first time. You must be doing something right." "I try to." "Believe me, you do plenty right. You said Robyn was there? She didn't get in the way?" "Not at all. She helped get things started, and finished, but just watched the rest of the time. Very considerate, actually." "I'm going to have to let her stay with you more. Whatever else you're doing to her, you're also being a good influence on her." "Nah, I'm just polishing up what was already there." "Bullshit. Before she met you, it was all I could do to get her to say please-and-thank-you; it would NEVER have occurred to her to stay out of anything like that, never mind actually doing it, if it had happened before. So don't go pulling that modesty crap on me, mister." There wasn't anything to say to that, so I didn't. A moment later, she apologized, telling me "Look, maybe you don't think you've had a positive influence on her, but I know different. I think you do too, so just accept the compliment, and move on, okay?" "Okay." A few moments later, she said "Well, I think that's about enough for tonight. Forgive me?" "Nothing to forgive. You called it as you saw it; I can't take offense at that." "Love me?" "Of course.", I answered, with feeling. With that, she hung up the phone, and I headed over to 'my' chair. Robyn started to get up, with the clear intention of sitting in my lap, but I held a hand up, telling them "Before anything else, I want to let you know what's going on. The people that Lucy has working for her are finding what they *think* might be problems. Lucy wanted to talk to me to see if I thought the same things about it that she did; and to see if I had any ideas on what to do. Now, before you get your knickers bunched up" - they were getting visibly agitated - "I want to tell you that Lucy, herself, isn't in any trouble. The trouble would be for her company's client. Again, *Lucy* isn't in trouble. She's the one finding someone _else's_ problems, and she's trying to decide what to do about it to make it as small of a problem as she can. That's why she wanted to make sure that you two little sex maniacs didn't bother me while I was trying to think about her problem: so that I would be able to give her the best answer I could. From what she told me about what's happening there, I wouldn't be surprised if she calls again tomorrow, needing some more help. If she does, I'll need to be able to concentrate on what she tells me, okay? You're both cute as can be, sexy as hell, and fun to be with - and all of that makes you a lot of distraction when you aren't behaving yourselves. Okay?" Both of them smiled at the compliments, and nodded solemnly at the admonition to behave when I was on the phone. That settled, Robyn got up and moved over to sit in my lap and cuddle, with Sandra watching in approval. Again, they decided that they'd rather talk than do anything else, so we spent the rest of the evening discussing things that they were curious about. Perhaps halfway through the evening, Robyn declared that she was hot and uncomfortable, and climbed off my lap long enough to strip. When she was done, she stood there staring at me until I followed her example. A bit later, Sandra followed suit, so that the three of us were naked. Again, the subject of sex was the main topic, but certainly not the only one. That night, when we went to bed, Robyn and I bracketed Sandra; there was a fair amount of groping and fooling around, but I think all of us needed to finish resting up from the previous evening. The next morning, I awakened to the smell of fresh coffee, and if my nose didn't deceive me, French toast. After a quick pit stop, I grabbed a robe and headed for the kitchen, where I found the two of them just finish the process of making a healthy pile of - sure enough - French toast. They shooed me out of the kitchen, telling me to have a seat in the living room - breakfast was casual this morning. I barely had time to get seated in my chair, than Robyn handed me a cup of coffee before saying "Breakfast will be another couple minutes". I thanked her, and took a sip - they'd done a fine job on the coffee, apparently grinding some of the beans that I kept around for when I wanted *fresh* coffee. A couple minutes later, as promised, Sandra appeared with a plate of food for me, with Robyn right behind her with a tray to sit it on. As Sandra was getting me set up, Robyn went into the kitchen and came back out with a couple more trays for her and Sandra. The two of them disappeared again long enough to get their own plates before sitting down to eat. After the previous day's breakfast, I was a little more confident of their abilities in the kitchen, but I was still surprised at how well they'd done with the French toast; it's entirely too easy to either under- or over-cook it, but they'd gotten it almost perfect. Robyn got the TV started, with the volume low so that we could talk without shouting, if we wanted to. When breakfast was over, they teamed up again to clear the dishes and trays; this time it was apparently Sandra's turn to load the dishwasher as Robyn and I cuddled on the chair. When Sandra made her appearance from the kitchen, Robyn got up from my lap, and they let me know that they were planning on spending a little time at the pool, but also there in the apartment that day. I agreed to their plans, and they headed into the bedroom, where I found them spread out on the bed with some teen magazines a few minutes later. I got dressed - with the two of them unashamedly watching - and went back into the living room to go to work. The rest of the day was nearly a repeat of the day before - they would come and go, stopping to ask if I needed or wanted anything, but always careful to avoid disturbing or distracting me. When lunchtime approached, they asked me what I wanted, and I suggested something light. A half hour later, when they told me it was ready, I was pleasantly surprised that they'd decided on peanut butter and jelly, with chips on the side. It had been a LONG time since I'd had a PBJ, so it was a light, pleasant treat. Despite their protests, I cleaned up, and went back to work as they retreated to change into their suits before heading for the pool. I got sufficiently wrapped up in what I was doing that I didn't notice the time until they came back in late afternoon. Surprised at the time, and pleased with how much progress I'd made, I offered to take us out to any place of their choosing for supper. They quickly decided on a fast-foot chicken place, and went into the bedroom to change - coming out in the shorts-and-halter outfits they'd first put on the day before. I looked at them, and Robyn firmly informed me "It's too hot to dress up any more. Besides, we just want to go through the drive-up window, and take it to the park, so we can sit in the shade." It was a plan that I couldn't argue with, really, so that's what we did - except that at the park, the girls gave a fair number of French fries to the squirrels and birds that congregated around us. Even after we'd finished our meal, it was pleasant to sit there and enjoy the scenery and weather. Eventually, though, the heat started to get to us, and we elected to head back to my apartment to cool off. We hadn't any more than gotten in the door when the phone rang - I quickly answered it, finding that it was Lucy. When they heard me use her name, the girls started to go into the bedroom. "So, how did it go today?", I asked. "Not so good. First thing this morning, I got our accountants together, and asked them to try an be a little friendlier with the people that they had to deal with; then I got the company's people together, and talked to them like we discussed last night. They took it well enough, but it didn't seem to make the slightest bit of difference - at lunch, the accountants told me that they were still having problems in every office. So I told about half of them to go ahead and start on the managers. When we left today, they told me that absolutely nothing had changed. As I asked, they were a little more descriptive in their reports, so then I had something I could use as 'ammunition' to take to my boss. I told him what we'd run into, and what I'd done and why. He said it sounded like I did exactly the right thing. Then I told him what I thought it meant, and said that if I was right, getting proof of it was more than I or the accountants could do. He understood that, and told me that he couldn't send any of our computer people because it would look like a conflict of interest if they found anything. I told him I'd thought of that, and wanted to hire a consultant for a couple of days, to see if there was anything to my suspicions. He had to talk to our client, and that he'd call me back in a few minutes. When he did, he told me that the client was *very* worried about the situation, and had okayed a consultant." "So I take it you need me to give you some names, then?" "No, actually, I told my boss that I knew someone that was very good with a computer, and could let us know if there was anything to our suspicions for a reasonable rate. Think you could spare two or three days of your schedule for say, five thousand bucks a day?" It took me a second to realize that she was offering me the job, before I could respond, "I could make the time, and would, except for a couple of things." "What are those?" "Robyn and Sandra", I told her. "Oh, pooh. Bring them. It's been a couple of days since I've seen them, and a change in scenery would probably do them some good." "Fine - but with me gone, who'd be there for them if they needed something?" "I'm sure that between me, my assistant, you, and the hotel staff, we can figure *something* out." I could tell that she'd thought this through, and was determined to get help - preferably mine. I finally told her "Okay, I'll do it - but for a flat rate of ten thousand. That way, there's no reason for me to milk the job, and if there's anything I can do to help, you'll get your answer that much sooner." "Deal." "Okay, let me make a couple of calls and see when I can catch a flight out there." "Already done. You've got reservations for business class leaving at 8:30 tomorrow morning." "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" She laughed, and said, "That's why they're gonna pay me the big bucks. Here's the flight info...", and went on to tell me the airline, flight number, and terminal, finishing by saying "I'll be there waiting for you when you get in. And *please*, make the girls wear decent clothes!", making me laugh. "Hell, tell them yourself. I know they want to talk to you, but we had another talk last night, and they understand how important this is. I don't think they're going to give you any argument about flying out to see you." She laughed, and said, "Okay, go ahead and put them on, Sandra first." I put her on hold, and went in to tell Sandra that Lucy wanted to talk to her - and earning myself a confused look from Robyn. Sandra quickly went into the living room, and a couple minutes later, she swooped into the bedroom to tell Robyn "You mom needs to talk to you." Robyn got the message, so she thought, and quickly ran into the living room as Sandra started to laugh, telling me "Lucy told me what you and her did when she got her promotion, and said we should do it again." I laughed with her, and we'd barely stopped when we heard Robyn shriek her pleasure at the news, followed with a "Sandra, you are *so* in trouble!", getting us both going again. We went back into the living room, and when Robyn saw me, gestured that Lucy wanted to talk to me again. When I took the phone, Robyn got a mischievous look on her face, and started to chase Sandra back into the bedroom. "Nice touch - she fell for it *again*.", I told Lucy. She laughed, and said, "I heard. Somehow, I don't think the trouble Sandra is in is going to be anything she'll object to." "I expect you're right. So what's next?" "Next, I'm going to call Sandra's folks, and let them know what's going on. They were fine with the girls staying with you, but I don't want to leave them out of the loop on something like this." "Good idea. And after that?" "After that, I try to figure out where this is going, and with your help, how to fix it. Can you try to do the same, and we'll get together with my people and my boss after you get here, so that we're all working off the same page, okay?" "Sure, be glad to. Uh, what makes me being a consultant official?" "If you check your email, you should find a message saying that you've been hired by my company for up to three days at the flat rate of ten thousand dollars, for the purpose of determining if there are any irregularities in the computer system our client insisted these people use. The first day is the day *after* you fly out here, so you'll have three full days to see what's going on before you have to let us know what you think. If you can decide sooner, all the better." "Do these people know who I am, and what I'm supposed to be doing?" "Not yet. Tomorrow, I tell them that you're a computer security expert, there to make sure that their system is secure, as our client requested. If asked, the client will verify it. We're going to play it down, so that you don't seem as important as you really are." "Sounds good. And what about the girls?" "I've told them how long I expect them to be here, and that I expect them to behave, and why. They promised they would; but I'm counting on you to keep them reined in until you get here." "You've got it. Okay, I'll get them started packing, and I'll make arrangements to get to the airport on time." "Call Acme Limo - they're who we use, so if you just tell them it's for our account, they'll bill us and not you. I'll leave them a message, too, telling them that it's okay." "Is there anything in this that you *haven't* thought of?", I asked, teasing her. "If there was, how would I know?" she asked, reasonably, before adding "That's why I hired you as a consultant - you see and think about stuff that wouldn't occur to me. Now, you'd better get in there and save Sandra from whatever Robyn is doing to her. I'll get that message to the limo, and get things set up here. See you tomorrow, right?" "Tomorrow it is. I love you.", I said, and getting an "I know" before she hung up. I went into the bedroom to find that Robyn had Sandra nearly in tears through the simple expedient of tickling her mercilessly. I thought about it a moment, and decided what to do: pick Robyn up (she shrieked in surprise), toss her onto her back on the bed (another shriek), and blow a 'fart' noise in her belly - something that invariably reduced her to hysterical laughter, just as it did now. A couple more 'farts', and I released her with tears of laughter running down her face. Her recovery gave Sandra time to get her wits back, too, so they were both reasonably alert when I told them to go next door, and pack some clothes for our trip. I emphasized that we would NOT be going to the pool all the time, and that we WOULD be known as people that 'belonged' to Lucy, so I expected them to pack, dress, and behave accordingly. That dampened their enthusiasm, slightly, but they were still eager to do as they were told. While they were gone, I did my own packing: a suit, a couple pairs of khaki-type pants, sports shirts, shoes, underwear, and my travel kit of grooming supplies. To that, I added my laptop, a few adapter cables, and the electronic organizer I carried on business trips. I was ready to hit the road well before the girls got back with a small suitcase each. At my request, they readily opened them to show me what they were taking - the usual undergarments, a couple of summer dresses, reasonably modest swimsuits ("It *is* a hotel, and hotels have pools, don't they?" Robyn declared in justification), shoes, stockings, and a nice-but-not-fancy dress each ("In case we get to go out to eat", Sandra said). Each had also packed a small selection of cosmetics, as well as their anticipated grooming needs. Each also had a small package that I carefully ignored, knowing that they would take along hygiene products, as well. I told them that everything looked fine, and that they should put their suitcases next to mine, in the closet. I also told them when our flight was, and when we'd have to get up to make sure we made it to the airport on time. They put their suitcases where I'd instructed, and showed me the outfits they planned to wear on the plane the next day - simple, but attractive, cotton dresses that would keep them comfortable. I told them I needed to call the limo company, and let my customers know that I'd be out of town for a couple of days, but that I'd be back in a little bit. They nodded their understanding, and watched me leave the bedroom. Back in the living room, I soon found the number for Acme Limo, and asked to be picked up the next morning, telling them when my flight was. They let me know that Lucy had already called, and that the bill would go to her company. They also told me what vehicle would be there, and what the driver's name would be. I thanked them, and after hanging up the phone, went to my computer to compose email messages to my clients, letting them know that I'd be gone, and when I expected to return. I also gave my active client a status report, so they would know that there wouldn't be any delays in my delivery of the code they needed. That done, I set my email program up to give anyone else an "out of town on business" response, and shut down the monitor, printer, and other non-essential hardware. When I got back to the bedroom, I found that Robyn and Sandra had both taken their clothes off, and had started on what appeared to be a fairly passionate '69' session. It was both fun, and erotic, to watch them, so I didn't do or say anything to disturb them. When I knew they wouldn't have noticed me if I came through with a marching band, I got up off the corner of the bed where I'd been sitting, and took off my own clothes before sitting down again. Robyn was on top, and the way they were situated, I could watch as each of them did her level best to make the other as hot and bothered as possible. My position was such that I had a slightly better view of Sandra licking and sucking on Robyn's labia and clitoris; but from the shine on Robyn's face, and Sandra's moans, I knew Robyn was giving as good as she got. As I watched them pleasure each other, my penis began to get harder and harder. Finally, Robyn 'won' by bringing Sandra to climax first, continuing to lick and nibble on Sandra's clitoris even as Sandra continued to moan her release. When Sandra finally got her breath back, she turned her head, and saw me - I held my finger to my lips, and she nodded that she would stay silent. Then she smiled as she saw me stand up, and move over so that I was standing behind Robyn. A look of lust crossed her face when she saw that I was erect, followed by one of eager anticipation when she realized that I was planning on making love to Robyn - right above her face, so she could watch the entire thing. I put my hands on Robyn's hips, and she didn't seem to notice the difference between my touch, and Sandra's. But she certainly noticed it when she felt my erection pressing against the outside of her vagina - she lifted her head from Sandra's crotch long enough to say "Oh, god, yes! Do it, *please*!" With a gleam in her eye, Sandra reached up to pull my penis down so she could take it into her mouth and lick it, getting me nice and slippery for my entry into Robyn. When she released it, it swung up, grazing Robyn's clitoris, and causing her to grunt in pleasure. I reached down and adjusted the angle, then began to press myself into Robyn - eventually sinking into her in a single, slow, continuous push that ended only when my scrotum was brushing against her clitoris. I glanced down, and saw that Sandra's eyes were wide at the sight of what I'd done, and what was happening before her. I could also see that the sight delighted her, as well. Taking Robyn's hips in my hands, I eased myself back out about half way before pressing into her again. I paused a moment, then did it again, and again. Robyn welcomed each thrust, rocking back slightly in welcome to my movements. Encouraged, I began a slow, steady pistoning movement that quickly had Robyn's ample juices spread along my erection. Sandra lifted her head slightly, and began tonguing Robyn's clitoris. To make room for her, I shifted myself back a bit, so that she would have room without having my balls slapping her in the face; still, I could frequently feel her tongue on the underside of my penis as she continued her manipulations of Robyn's clitoris. Between the two of us, we quickly got Robyn to the edge of orgasm - and then eased her over the edge into a deep release. As I felt Robyn tighten around me, I pressed myself into her as far as I could; the tightening of her vagina around my erection was enough to trigger my own climax as well. Sandra apparently saw my balls tighten, and decided to lick my scrotum in time with the tightening; that, coupled with what Robyn was doing to me, made my ejaculations all the stronger, and more frequent. There simply wasn't enough room in Robyn's vagina for my penis, and all the semen that I'd unloaded into her; some of it was forced out to run down the insides of her thighs, or onto my scrotum. Either way, Sandra was there to lick it up, obviously savoring the mix of Robyn's flavor and mine. From the eager way that Sandra licked up the overflow from Robyn's vagina, I knew that she'd want the rest. When my penis had shrunk a little more, I pulled myself free of Robyn, only to have my penis replaced by Sandra's tongue and lips as she did everything she could to draw out what she hadn't gotten yet. Rewarding Sandra for her efforts, Robyn quickly resuming her assault on Sandra's clitoris and vaginal opening. I could tell what was going on because I'd all but collapsed on my back on the bed, and could clearly see what they were doing to each other. It was *almost* enough to get me hard again. Both of them were trying to get the other off, and both ultimately succeeded, in nearly perfect unison - Robyn was the first to voice her release, but Sandra joined her before Robyn's moan of pleasure ended. When their pleasure had passed, Robyn almost literally collapsed on Sandra - who seemed not to notice, or care. Out of consideration for both of them, I gently pried Robyn loose, and turned her around, so that they lay there, head to head. After a couple of minutes, Sandra managed to turn her head, then lift it enough to kiss Robyn full on the mouth - and getting a taste of her own essence in the process. Then she looked at me, and smiled her thanks, before indicating that she wanted my help in getting Robyn moved up next to me. Together, we managed to get Robyn's head on the pillow, and I lay down on one side of her while Sandra took station on the other. Together, we held Robyn for the couple of additional minutes it took her to 'come down' from where her orgasm had taken her. When she opened her eyes, and saw us looking down at her, she smiled, and told us "That was wonderful. Thank you both for *such* a good time!" We grinned at her, and Sandra said, "It was my pleasure, too!", to which I added, "What she said!", making Robyn grin back at us. We lay there for several minutes, content to have made each other feel so good, and happy with the physical contact that we were sharing. It was Sandra, though, that finally spoke up, saying, "As nice as this all feels, I'm getting kind of uh, sticky. How about if we grab a shower and go to sleep, so we're not so tired when we get to the airport tomorrow morning?" Robyn and I agreed that it sounded like a fine idea, and the three of us trooped into the bathroom for a long, hot, fun shower. By the time it was over (due to lack of hot water), we'd all perked up some, and changed the plan to include watching some TV before bed. I spread a light blanket on the floor while Sandra pulled some cushions off the couch for us to put our heads on; Robyn tasked herself with getting us all something to drink. They gestured that they wanted me to lay down first, and after I did, they lay next to me on their sides, so that they were almost wrapped around me as we watched a half-hour comedy, then an hour drama. By the time it was over, we were all ready for bed - they headed off to the bedroom while I stayed up long enough to check the weather for where we were going. That done, I went to bed, too - only to find them already sound asleep in each other's arms. When the alarm sounded the next morning, I quickly shut it off, so that Robyn and Sandra could have a little more sleep - I rather suspected that they needed it. I went into the kitchen, and got a pot of coffee going, then got things together for a light breakfast of croissants and jelly. About the time the coffee finished burbling, I knew that I'd have to wake them up; so I went into the bedroom and gently nudged both of them until their eyes opened. When they were able to focus on me, I told them "Time to get up, sleepyheads. We've got a plane to catch, remember?" That last bit was enough to get them motivated, and it wasn't long before they were at the dining table with me, each with a cup of doctored coffee and a croissant. I kept an eye on the time as they chatted about the upcoming adventure - neither had ever flown before, and they were both excited, and nervous, at the prospect. Each had a couple of croissants with their coffee - about right, I figured: enough to keep them from getting hungry too soon, but not so much as to make them queasy on the plane. Myself, I packed down a couple more than they did - last nights activities had whetted my appetite. I finally told them that it was time to get dressed - that the limo would be there to pick us up in TWENTY MINUTES. Both quickly finished the crumbs on their plates, and knocked back the last swallow of their coffee before rushing into the bedroom. I could hear the discussion as they negotiated who got to use the bathroom - for makeup, of all things - first. I followed them a couple minutes later, after loading, then starting, the dishwasher. No sense coming back to dirty dishes, I thought. By the time I'd gotten my underwear and pants on, they'd managed to apply the trace of makeup they thought they needed; there wasn't any problem with me running my electric razor over my face and brushing my teeth. That done, I finished getting dressed, and had time to down half a cup of coffee before there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see the promised vehicle, and the driver readily volunteered his name, and who he was working for. Satisfied, I told the girls that the car was there, and that it was time to leave - right NOW. I heard a little scuffling in the bedroom, and a few moments later, both appeared with their suitcase in hand. As the driver guided them to the car - an actual limo - I got my own suitcase, and followed. With our luggage stowed, the driver held the door for us. Moments later, we were off to the airport. The girls were surprisingly quiet for most of the trip - between the excitement of being in an actual limousine, and heading for their first plane ride, they had plenty to keep them distracted. When we pulled up to the terminal, the skycap was right there to take command of our three small suitcases. I gave him the flight number and destination, and as he got our bags tagged, I tipped the limo driver - $50, since he'd been on time, gotten us there with plenty of time to spare, and done it with grace and style. The skycap, after handing me the claim tickets for our bags, got $20 - he'd been courteous, efficient, and most of all, good-natured with the girls and their questions. I slipped him another $5, and asked "Think our stuff could be loaded last?"; he nodded, knowing what I was doing, and took the money. With nothing but my shoulder bag to slow us down, we headed for the counter to pick up the tickets Lucy had gotten for us. Surprisingly, the lines were still fairly short, so it didn't take long for us to identify ourselves, and get set up. Interestingly, the plane wasn't expected to be that full, so the girls were each allowed a window seat, with me occupying the aisle seat next to Robyn. Tickets and boarding passes in hand, our next stop was a bathroom, to recycle some coffee. From there, it was off to the boarding gate, by way of all the security checkpoints we had to pass through. It didn't take us long, of course, since the girls were armed with nothing more than good looks and sex appeal. I carried only a small pocketknife that I dumped in the basket they provided. My carry on bag revealed nothing of interest, either. No bells, no alarms, and no hassle. Once the hard part was over, we found a small newsstand where I bought a paper to read, and the girls each selected a magazine they hadn't read yet. With something to pass the time, the final stop was the boarding area, where we would still have over half an hour before our flight was called. Robyn and Sandra were trying very hard to be cool about it, but I noticed that when they didn't think anyone was looking, they'd stare at almost anything - up to and including the monitors that showed the status of all the different flights. Eventually, though, our flight was announced. The girls watched me, and when I didn't jump up right away, kept their seats. A little later, they made the second call, and I finally got up. They did, too, and we calmly made our way to the gate, had our passes checked, and took our time getting to the plane. We arrived just as the last of the Thundering Herd (the folks that like to stand up in the cabin as soon as the wheels hit pavement, for example) were finding their seats. We easily found our seats, though the flight attendant had to chase a loose kid out of one of them - Sandra's as it turned out. As the flight attendant ran through the 'oh, SHIT' checklist (anything that happens that you'd need that information, most folks will go 'Oh, SHIT - I should have paid attention!'), the girls were careful to listen to her - even taking notice of where the emergency doors were. I listened, too, but had been on that model aircraft enough times that *I* probably could have given the spiel. That done, it wasn't long before they backed the plane up, and we made our way to the taxiway. A few more minutes, and we were in position for takeoff - and Robyn and Sandra were as nervous as I'd ever seen anyone. Robyn visibly paled when the pilot finally hit the gas, and we started down the runway; I could only guess that Sandra wasn't in much better shape. Still, once we were airborne, and the plane leveled off, both of them seemed to calm down considerably - though they still took an extreme interest in anything outside the airplane. Normal enough for a first flight, particularly at their age, but still amusing. When the flight attendants drifted through with what they claimed was food, both girls were too engrossed in what they were doing to express any interest in something as mundane as food. I took their share, and a cup of what turned out to be reasonably close to coffee. After a while the newness of the situation wore off - after all, it wasn't like they could go outside to look; and when you get right down to it, there isn't a lot of statistical variation among clouds. Particularly when you're looking at them for the side or top. By that time, we only had an hour or so of flight left, so the girls were able to pass the time with their magazines. Me, I spent most of the flight thinking about what Lucy might be facing, and how to deal with it. I'd pretty much gotten it all worked out when I heard the landing gear come down. I noticed Robyn and Sandra both watching me, and smiled at them to let them know that everything was fine. Reassured, they went back to looking out the windows. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Robyn would glance at me at each noise the plane made as we got ready to land, but when I didn't react, she played it cool, as well. She even reached forward to touch Sandra, in reassurance. Soon enough, the plane touched down - both girls gave a start - and ultimately made it's way to the jetway where I knew Lucy would be waiting for us. Of course, the Herd were already standing, ready to bolt out the door the moment it opened; Robyn and Sandra took their cue from me, and waited patiently in their seats until the door opened. Only then did I stand up, and pull my bag out from under the seat in front of me. One of the Herd thought to run me over, but I kind of accidentally put an elbow in his stomach, giving Robyn and Sandra time to get into the aisle ahead of me. He gave me a dirty look that I pretended not to see. When we cleared the gate, Lucy was there waiting for us - far enough back to let people get by, but positioned so that we couldn't miss her. Both girls ran to her, and the three of them were still hugging when I got close enough to be included. After the standard Question and Answer period (So, how was your flight? What did they serve? Anything interesting happen?), we made our way to the baggage claim area to see if our suitcases had taken the same plane. We didn't hurry, and only had to stand around a couple of minutes before the machinery kicked on. I eased us over to where the bags disappeared into the wall; it's usually one of the few places where you don't have to fight anyone off to reclaim your stuff. It was at this point that the added tip I'd given the skycap paid off: by loading our suitcases last, they were the first UNloaded. That meant that they were on the first cart of baggage delivered to the claim area. So by the time the first suitcase was ready to disappear behind the wall, our three were appearing at the other end. Lucy saw them, and commented on the good luck we were having; I almost hated telling her what I'd done, and why. She gave me a wicked grin, and said "I'll have to remember that, next plane I take!" Suitcases in hand, we headed for the exit, after getting the tags on our bags compared to those we held in our hands. When we got outside, I wasn't surprised to see the courtesy van for the hotel we'd be staying in. On the way to the hotel, Lucy informed me that she'd gotten her room changed, so that it was next to the two she'd reserved for us - one for me, one for the girls. She also whispered in my ear that the center room had doors leading to the other two, so whoever was in it could visit privately with whoever was in the other rooms. She went on to tell me to take the center room, so that I could spend time with her, or the girls, without making it obvious to anyone in the hallway. I whispered back that I thought it was time to knock off the pretending, and for all of us to just fess up to what was going on. She looked startled, and said she'd think about it. While she and I were talking, Sandra and Robyn had been looking at the various sights, and asking the poor driver too many questions too fast. He was visibly relieved when we pulled up to the front door of the hotel. Lucy had already checked us in, so the only thing to be dealt with was our luggage - something the bellhop was quick to do. I discretely pulled Robyn aside, and slipped her a couple of dollars, saying "for the bellhop". She looked confused, but took the money - only to understand later when she saw me tip him after he deposited my suitcase in my room. When we'd had a chance to look over the rooms, and even check out the plumbing, Lucy asked if anyone was hungry. The girls were still too excited, but I figured a little something wouldn't hurt - besides, it was a little after lunch, local time, and I wanted to get matched up with the local clock. The girls went with us as we made our way to the small caf in the hotel; once there, and looking at menus, the girls realized that they'd had too little for breakfast, and opted to make up for the loss. As we waited, Lucy filled me in on what had gone on so far that morning - and it didn't sound good. I told her some of what I'd thought about on the plane, and together we planned on what we'd talk about to her boss - who wanted to have a conference call with me, Lucy, and their client, so that we were all starting from the same point. About then, lunch arrived, and Lucy sat back, thinking, while the three of us ate. When we were done, she gave them her company credit card, added a tip to the bill, and signed it. That done, we headed back up to the rooms, opening the doors between them. Lucy explained to the girls that she and I had to talk with her boss and their client, but that she didn't think that it would take too long. She wanted them to stay in their room until we were done, but then we'd all go out and have a look around the town. The girls readily agreed, and Lucy and I headed for her room, closing the door between the girls room, and mine. The hotel had provided her with a speakerphone, and she used it to call her boss, who quickly took her call. She introduced us, and I filled him in on what I would be doing, how I'd be doing it, and why. He understood it easily enough, and told me that I sounded like just the person they needed for the job. We chatted a couple more minutes before their client joined in; another round of introductions, and things got going. I asked the client to tell me what had prompted their request for Lucy's presence. They filled me in on the history of how the company had operated, and how things had started changing after their client hired a new executive. Essentially, profits were down, expenses were up, and they weren't making the money they expected, or should have been making. That done, Lucy filled them in on what she and her accountants had found - and not found - and let them know about some of the informal feedback the accountants had given her the first day. Then she told them what she'd done, and gone through, the second day. Finally, she told them what she'd told me (I noted that she was careful to make it sound like all of our conversations had happened AFTER she'd gotten approval for a consultant). She finished by telling them what her suspicions had been, and how - after talking to me - she'd narrowed down where the problem might be. Then it was my turn again, as I explained to them in a little greater detail than I'd given her boss initially what it was that I would be doing, and how I would be doing it. A few times, Lucy spoke up to fill in some of the details that she knew her boss, or their client, would want - the role I'd play, and so on. When I was done, the client and her boss were both silent for a little bit before they started discussing what Lucy had told them, and what I'd proposed. It didn't take them long to reach agreement, and we were given permission to go ahead. The client asked if I needed to know how much money was involved, and I politely told them that at that point, it didn't matter to me - all that interested me was finding out if there was any chicanery going on with the computer files. I went on to let them know that I was perfectly willing to consider our deal complete at the point that I got the answer to that question - that at that point, my sole concern was the facts of what was happening in the computer system, nothing more. Lucy smiled at the surprise her boss and the client expressed, finally telling them that I was telling them that I wasn't going in with any preconceived notions of guilt or innocence - that I would follow the facts, and nothing else. It seemed to be a novel concept to them, but they accepted what she told them. That settled, they wished us well, and ended the conversation. The next thing for us to do was go and check on the girls - and finding them exploring their room, and delighting in the richness of the furnishings. I couldn't help but grin, though, when they asked Lucy what the bidet was for - and all but laughed outright at the expression on her face as she tried to explain. From there, Lucy herded us all into her rental car, and gave us a tour of the town, pointing out various sights. When we got back, we started for our rooms through the lobby; a thought hit me, and I detoured to the concierge's office. There, I asked him if Phil Waters still owned the Caf Triomphe; he assured me he did. I asked him to get us reservations for that evening, and he told me that the Caf was invariably booked for months in advance. I asked him to give Mr. Waters a call, directly, and ask a specific question: whether or not Muddy could rustle up some swill for Boomer. He looked at me curiously, but assured me he'd do it. While this was going on, Lucy was standing behind me, and listened as the concierge made the call. We listened as he repeated what I'd told him, and see the surprise on his face at the answer. He thanked the other person, and looked up at me speculatively before saying "Mr. Waters instructed me 'Tell Boomer that I can always toss a couple more grubs in the pot", and to show up whenever you wished." I thanked him, and the four of us headed for the elevators to take us back to our rooms. As we were going up, Lucy looked at me strangely, and said "When I came here the first time, it didn't take me long to find out that Caf Triomphe is *the* best restaurant in a five hundred mile radius. I also learned that to get in, you had to make reservations months in advance - sometimes as many as six. Now you waltz in, make one call, and you're in there in nothing flat. What the hell is going on?" "Phil 'Muddy' Waters was the guy that did most of the cooking in the unit I was in, in the military. We called him 'Muddy' for a couple of reasons - he's both black, and has the same last name as the old Blues musician." "Okay, so why were you called 'Boomer'?" "Oh, that was just the name I picked up along the way." She looked at me doubtfully, but didn't say anything. The girls had paid attention to what was going on, since they'd picked up on the fact that something special had happened. Lucy went on to ask me "Okay, so are you going there alone, or what?" "Of course I'm not going there alone. You and the two ragamuffins here are going, too." Robyn promptly got an indignant look on her face, and said "We are *not* ragamuffins. We are dressed as YOU and MOM told us we should." I laughed at her tone, and said "Yeah, and if I'd told you to bring something fancy, and Muddy didn't still own the place, I'd have looked like a complete idiot. Now you've got an excuse to go out and buy a fancy outfit, and get all dolled up. I sprung this on you, so the bill is on me. Besides, I don't think Muddy is going to let me pay for our meal tonight, so I might as well use the money for _something_, even if it is just YOU two." At that, Sandra decided to get indignant, as well, saying "'Just' us two? Well, if you're paying for it, then I guess we need to show you that we're a little more than 'just' us two; and that we are NOT ragamuffins, either!" Behind them, I could see Lucy smiling at their reaction, knowing that I'd been baiting them. Just then, the elevator reached our floor, and the two of them huffed their way to their room as Lucy and I retreated to her room. Once there, I told her "Once I found out that Muddy still owned that place, I couldn't help teasing them about going there. I trust that you'll take them out and make sure they get suitably gussied up?" "Of course", she answered, before asking "Don't you think *I* need to get 'gussied up' too?" "Nope. You look pretty good to me the way you are.", I answered before giving her a kiss. "Well, YOU may think so, but *I* don't. While I've got them in the stores, I'm going to get a little something for me, too. And you're going to pay for it." I laughed, and said, "Okay," before digging out my wallet, and handing her a credit card. She looked at me strangely, and asked "That's it? 'Okay'? You're not going to tell me not to spend too much or anything?" "Nope. I already trust your integrity and good sense. I know you're not going to take advantage of me. At least, not financially." She grinned at me, and said "Yeah, not financially. That leaves a lot of room for other ways, though." "Okay. Pick one, and it's yours." She gave me a lecherous grin, and said, "Oh, I will, and it will be." I grinned back, saying "OOOOOOO, I'm so *scared*. So scared, I'm going to do a little work on my computer while you three are out shopping. Let me know when you're ready to go out," then heading for my room. I heard her laugh behind me as I closed the door between our rooms; a few moments later, the phone in the girls' room rang. A couple minutes later, I heard their doors open and close as they headed out to get something to wear for the evening. When I heard that, I called up the front desk, and arranged to have my suit cleaned and pressed. A couple of hours later, I heard them return, and a few minutes after that, they were off again. An hour or so later, they were back for the second time; throughout the whole thing, I was careful not to ask where they'd been, or what they'd been doing - I figured that when they wanted me for anything, they knew where to find me. Around six o'clock, I shaved, took a shower, and got ready to go out. About seven o'clock, I heard the phone in Lucy's room ring; a couple minutes later, I heard the girl's door open and close, then Lucy's. A minute later, my phone went off; when I answered, I was told that they were ready when I was - provided that I was ready _then_. I knocked on the door between Lucy's room, and mine, and heard a little scurrying before she told me to come in. It wasn't enough time to prepare for what I found. Lucy was in front, dressed in a gray silk outfit that make it clear she was female. Strapless, deep-scooped in front to reveal her cleavage, and skin-tight from bust to hips - without a panty or bra line to be seen - it flowed from her hips to mid-thigh, revealing a pair of lean, smooth legs that any woman would have been proud of. Robyn was standing slightly behind her, on Lucy's right. Her dress was white, and only slightly less revealing than Lucy's. It sported spaghetti straps on the shoulders, with a skirt that revealed a pair of long, tanned legs. No panty or bra lines for her, either. To Lucy's left, and a little behind her, I could see Sandra - also in a strapless number. It was black at her bust, turned filmy across her midriff, and darkened again where it flowed onto her hips. Then it dropped down to a filmy black skirt that did precious little to hide her slender, muscular legs. Again, there was nothing to mar the lines of the dress. If they weren't nude under those dresses, they weren't far enough from it to matter. I could only stand there, my mouth hanging open, until Lucy asked "Is this 'gussied up' enough for you?" It took me a couple of tries before I was finally able to tell them "*This* is why I like girls!" with deep conviction. All three smiled, and with a gesture from Lucy, all three made a small pirouette, showing that none of the outfits had anything of substance in back - Lucy's was bare to just above the crack of her ass; Sandra's was bare to below her waist, and Robyn's dipped to the small of her back, only a couple of small cords broadly lacing it together - making it clear that not a one of them had a bra on. All three had obviously also gone out for some serious beauty salon work - Lucy had gotten a little trimmed off, so that it flowed to just past her shoulders. Robyn had gotten hers cut a bit, too - it fell only to her shoulders, framing her face wonderfully. Sandra, though, appeared to have done nothing more than brush her hair until it fairly glowed like unpolished silver. For the life of me, I couldn't decide which I wanted to do - take them out for every other guy who saw us to be jealous, or to hustle the three of them into bed, consequences be damned. The decision was made for me when Lucy said "You're looking pretty good, there, fella. You ready to be seen in public with us, or you just going to stand there drooling?" - making Robyn and Sandra laugh. "My first choice is to just stand here drooling, but if I don't show up, Muddy' feelings will probably be hurt." "Off we go, then", Lucy said. As we passed through the halls, then lobby, of the hotel, I could hear conversations pause as every male who saw them had his train of thought derailed - often to the consternation of the woman he was with. I'd dare say that more than a few husbands went home with sore shins, that night. We made our way to Lucy's rental car, where she had me drive - "This outfit is NOT designed to be driven in!" she declared - while she navigated us to Caf Triomphe. There, I pulled up in front, and left the keys with the valet, who all but fell down when the three of them got out of the car. Our walk into the restaurant was a near duplicate of what had happened at the hotel - a bubble of silence followed us as we made our way in. Once inside, it wasn't more than a minute before the headwaiter gave me a look, then approached, asking "Sir? Would you be Boomer?" "Yes, I am. Or I should say, was." "If you'll follow me, Sir, your table is waiting." - drawing us the stares of most of those waiting, plus a few dirty looks. He led us to a table that was obviously the best in the place, saying "Mr. Waters will be with you in a moment, sir." The headwaiter helped me get Robyn and Sandra seated; I gave him a look, and he stayed away from Lucy. I hadn't any more than sat down myself when a shadow fell over our table. I heard Robyn and Sandra gasp, then Lucy. I turned to look, and saw that Muddy was there. At nearly 6' 8" tall and pushing 300 pounds, bald, and black as the darkest night, he made an impressive figure. He opened his mouth and said "Boomer, it's been a long time!" in a deep, rumbling bass voice that would have made Barry White cry. I stood up again, and tried to shake hands with him - and got pulled into a hug, anyway. When he turned loose of me, I discretely checked to see if he'd broken any ribs - even his muscles had muscles, and sometimes he misjudged his own strength; deciding he hadn't, I turned to introduce him to Lucy and the girls. Smiling to show white, even teeth, he stuck a hand out to each of them, and when they cautiously put a hand in it, leaned over to kiss it before telling them how happy he was to meet them. During all of this, the headwaiter, waiter, and other customers were watching this like I was some major dignitary that they couldn't remember the name of. With the introductions out of the way, Muddy turned to me and said, "I heard you'd gone to college - what was it, Podunk University or some such?" I laughed, and answered "Yeah, something like that. I heard you'd opened up some kind of greasy spoon, and were busy poisoning people. Looks like you're doing okay for yourself, Muddy." He laughed, and said "Yeah, no telling what some people will like", making me laugh along with him, before he said "Looks like you're doing pretty good yourself, there, Boomer. You still like steak?" I gave him a look, and he laughed again, before turning to the girls and Lucy, saying "If you lovely ladies don't mind, I've got some steaks that I think you'll like." All three looked at me, and I smiled and nodded, letting them know that they wouldn't be disappointed. Looking back at him, Lucy said "I think we'd be delighted, Mr. Waters." Muddy laughed again, and said "Ma'am" - "Please, call me Lucy" - "Lucy, there's no need for that Mister stuff with me. Me, and Boomer here, we go back a ways; just call me Muddy, like everyone else, okay? And that goes for you two young ladies, too; I won't know you're talking to me, unless you call me Muddy!" All three of them smiled at him, and he turned back to me to say, "If you'll excuse me a minute, Boomer, I got a couple things that need my attention, but I'll be back." I told him that was fine, and before he left, he signaled one of the waiters, and told him "Ricky, this here is Boomer. He's my *personal* guest. While he's here, you got _nothing_ else to do but watch after him and his ladies. If he ain't happy, *I* ain't happy. He says he wants your sister, you call her a cab. He sneezes, you build him a fire. You got me?" Ricky's eyes got real big, and he nodded solemnly before looking at me as though I'd just levitated off the floor. The headwaiter watched this, and only nodded when Muddy looked at him before heading into the kitchen. I sat down again, and Lucy and the girls only stared at me for several seconds before another waiter appeared - this one with a dusty bottle of wine. He wiped the label off and showed it to me, saying, "Mr. Waters said that if you agreed to the steak, this was the wine I was to serve. It's from his private cellar; one of three bottles that he was allowed to buy that year." I nodded, and he carefully opened the bottle before pouring a small amount in my glass. I sipped it, letting it flow over my tongue - and discovering that it was one of the finest, no, THE finest, red wine I'd ever tasted. I paused only a moment before letting him know that it was okay to pour. I watched as Lucy, then Sandra and Robyn, each took a sip - and smile in delight at it's flavor. About that time, Muddy showed up again, saying "There, that's taken care of - I remember how you like your steak, Boomer, but I need to know what these lovely ladies prefer." Lucy smiled at him, and said, "Medium-well, please", with Sandra and Robyn nodding in agreement. Muddy smiled, and said "Excellent. Medium well it is." Then he turned to Ricky, and asked "You still standing there? Where's these folks appetizers?" in a good-natured tone. I'm not sure that I had time to draw my next breath before Ricky was back, with fresh-baked bread and rolls for us, along with a dish of what turned out to be fresh-churned butter. When we'd each taken a roll, Muddy cautioned us "Now, don't be eating too much of that - you're going to be wanting to leave some room for these steaks." I asked him what he'd been up to since I'd left our unit, and he filled me in as I ate. When I was done, he asked me, and I told him what I was doing. From there, we branched out into what some of the other guys were doing. Right in front of God and everybody, he asked me if I was going to marry Lucy - causing Lucy to choke and the girls to giggle before I told him "Not yet". He turned to Lucy and told her "If Boomer doesn't pop the question soon, you come look me up - I'll ask it for damn sure!", making her blush. About that time, we heard some music start, and a bit later, Muddy turned to Lucy and asked "Lucy, if Boomer isn't going to ask you to dance, I sure will. Would you like to join me on the dance floor?" - catching her completely off guard. She looked at me, and I nodded, before she told him "Muddy, I'd be delighted". She stood up, and he gently guided her to the dance floor where he guided her around for a couple of slow ones. When he brought her back, he excused himself again, and Lucy watched him leave before telling me "You wouldn't think it from looking at him, but he's incredibly light on his feet - best dancer I've been with in a *long* time!" I smiled, and said "Oh, I'd believe it. You forget, I served with him, and I know how light he can be. You didn't hear him when he walked up to the table, did you?" - and all three of them got thoughtful looks on their faces. I excused myself, and headed for the men's room; when I got back, Muddy was there, telling them stories - apparently about me, judging from the looks I got. As I was sitting down, he finished one by saying "So when the Colonel asks us why we blew up the bridge the training brigade used to cross the river, Boomer tells him 'Because it was ugly, sir!'" - earning laughs from all of them - before adding "Cost me a month's pay; but it was sure worth it to see the expression on the Colonel's face!" Here, I chipped in with "Whatever he's telling you, it's a lie. You can tell cause his lips are moving. It wasn't me, it was my evil twin, Cedric." Robyn and Sandra giggled; Lucy gave me an appreciative look and said "What he's been telling us is what a good guy you are." "See? That proves my point", I said. Muddy just grinned at me, and excused himself again. The girls just looked at me as Lucy said "One of these days, you're going to have to tell me just what it was you *really* did in the Army." About that time, another waiter showed up with our steaks - the largest, about 12 ounces, to me; the next, perhaps 8 ounces, to Lucy, then a couple of 6-ouncers to Robyn and Sandra. They were still sizzling from the grill, and were accompanied by baked potatoes topped with real bacon bits and cheddar cheese, and salads. We were left alone while we ate - something that I appreciated, since it meant that I didn't have any distractions from savoring and memorizing every bite I took. I don't know what he did to it, but that was the best steak I'd had in *years* - flavorful, juicy, and actually tender enough to cut with a fork. None of us was interested in conversation - we just wanted to get ourselves wrapped around the food. About the time we were sitting back from our meal, Muddy turned up again, asking if everything was okay. Lucy and the girls could only stare at him in wonder. I volunteered "Well, it was something of an improvement over barbeque grubs." Muddy all but fell over, laughing, before explaining to the others "We were out on a mission, and it kinda ran long, so we ran out of food we'd packed along. Pickings were kinda slim, so we finally had to settle for some grubs we'd found in an old, dead tree. Understand, we were ready to eat them, but weren't real happy at the idea, okay? Boomer, here, he comes up with the idea of trying to do something to add some flavor to them - kinda disguise the taste, right? We all see what we've got to flavor them with, and about the only thing we've got left is some little packets of ketchup, and some pepper. So I mix some extra pepper into the ketchup to kinda make a barbeque sauce, okay? We dump the grubs in, cook the whole mess, and chow down while it's still plenty hot - thinking that if our tongues are scalded, it won't taste so bad. It didn't help much, though. Anyway, after we get back, a bunch of us are out drinking, and get hungry. We wander into this barbeque joint, and Boomer here asks them why there aren't grubs on the menu. They get upset, and we finally wind up in a fight. Ever since then, we need to compare food to something, we say it's better or worse than barbeque grubs." Lucy and the girls had made a few faces during the story, but were laughing pretty hard there at the end. Even the headwaiter and poor Ricky were smiling, and looking at their boss in a new light. Muddy gestures at Ricky, and a minute later, Lucy and I have a cup of fresh coffee in front of us; Robyn and Sandra get hot chocolate. Then Muddy says he'll give us a few minutes before he brings out dessert. Lucy and the girls try to protest, but he just looked at them and smiled before disappearing into the kitchen. About the time we finished with our drinks, Muddy came out again, Ricky right behind him with a tray. As Ricky put the plates in front of us, I can see that we're getting strawberry cheesecake. Lucy eyes it for a second, then picks up her fork to cut off a bit. She put it in her mouth, chewed once, and her whole face lit up - prompting Sandra and Robyn to follow her example; right down to the smiles of delight. I took a bite, and must have smiled, too - all of them grinned at the expression on my face. It was strawberry cheesecake, all right. With *fresh* strawberries (not in season), and the cheesecake was the lightest, tastiest thing I'd ever had. The next bite came a little faster. Muddy just sat there, enjoying the expression on our faces as we made short work of the delight he'd provided us. As we were deciding whether or not to lick the plates, Ricky appeared again with more coffee and hot chocolate, distracting us from embarrassing ourselves. Lucy told him "That was incredible. Can I get the recipe?" Muddy looked embarrassed (first time I'd ever seen it), and told her, apologetically, "Sorry, Lucy, I just can't do that. But if you'll give me a call, I'll be more than happy to get one to you any time you ask." Ricky brought Muddy a cup of coffee, and the five of us sat there at the table, chatting about almost nothing of consequence for probably half an hour or more. Finally, though, I knew that we had to leave, if only so that Muddy could try to make *some* money off that table that night. I started to reach for my wallet when I didn't think Muddy was looking. Without moving he said "Boomer, I sure hope you're reaching for a sandwich, cause whatever you pull out of that pocket, you're going to eat it." "C'mon, Muddy, you know I don't take freebies." "Ain't no freebie. If anything, I owe YOU. So just put your hands back on the table where I can see 'em, and don't be making any fuss." "How many times I gotta tell you, Muddy? You don't owe me _anything_" Muddy looked at Lucy, and said, "This here is one stubborn dude. Saves my life, and keeps telling me I don't owe him anything." Lucy looked at him in surprise and curiosity; Robyn and Sandra just kept switching their stares between Muddy and me, as if waiting for us to fight. Muddy saw the expression on Lucy's face, and told her "We were out on a mission - the last one we were together, as it turned out. Things got messed up, pretty bad. A mortar round lands kinda close, and messes me up some. Boomer here, he patches me up real quick, before anything serious falls off or slides out, and drags my black ass half a click to our base camp. As if that isn't enough, he's dodging enemy troops, and plugging the rest of the holes in me along the way. I didn't know till later that a mortar fragment hit him in the leg so he could barely walk by himself, never mind dragging me all over hell and gone. Anyway, he gets me back, and then goes out and pulls in a couple of the other guys, too. Man, that was some kinda screwed up mission." Sandra and Robyn were looking at him, and when he noticed it, rolled up his shirtsleeves to show them a few scars before opening his shirt a little ways and showing them some more, telling them "It looked a lot worse, back then", with a grin. Lucy was looking at me, as were the girls, as I told him "Dammit, Muddy, I *told* you: I was just saving MY ass; you were just close enough to get in on the deal." Muddy gave a wry laugh, and said "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, tonight, it's my turn - I was making ME happy, and YOU were close enough, friend." That said, he stood up, and stuck out his hand. I stood up, too, and we shook hands - then gave each other a hug before he quickly headed back into the kitchen. Ricky and the headwaiter were watching me, as were the girls and Lucy. The best I could do was give them a lopsided smile as I gestured that we could leave. I tried to tip Ricky and the headwaiter, but both flatly refused, thanking ME, instead. We were the center of another Zone of Silence as we left; back outside, the valet managed to fiddle around long enough to get a bonus 20 seconds of watching Lucy and the girls before I got the keys from him. All three of them were quiet on the way back to the hotel; only when the doors closed on the elevator for our ride up did Lucy finally say, "You are one surprising son of a bitch, you know that?" Surprised, I looked at her and asked, "Who? Me?" "Yes, you, you son of a bitch." "What'd I do?" "It's what you DIDN'T do, bastard." "Okay, what *didn't* I do?" "You were obviously involved in some pretty scary stuff while you were in the Army. But you don't say *shit* about it. Not even _mentioning_ that you'd done anything serious, like saving someone's life. Yeah, you told me you were in the Army, and yeah, you told me that you'd gotten some self-defense training. But you never said a *damn thing* about any of the rest of it." "Didn't figure it mattered. Like my buddy Popeye says 'I am what I am'; I don't figure the how and why of it are as important." That got me a dirty look, followed with "Yeah, but that's still the kind of stuff that people close to you should know." Sandra and Robyn were watching this with considerable interest - but being careful not to draw attention to themselves. I asked Lucy "Honestly, now, if I had told you about any of this before, would you have taken it as bragging, or as simply telling you about myself?" That slowed her down, some. I could see her thinking it over for a bit before she hesitatingly admitted "I don't think I would have taken it as bragging; but I probably would have thought you were just trying to impress me." "So not saying anything about it, and letting you find out about it on your own, was a *bad* thing?" That settled her down some more, and I just stood there looking at her, waiting for her response. She finally blushed, and conceded "No, it wasn't. Not a BAD thing. Just really, really surprising." She thought a few more moments, then added "It's like finding out you're not who I thought you were." "Perhaps I'm not. But am I better, or worse than what you thought? Did I somehow mislead you into thinking what you did?" Grudgingly, she said, "No, you didn't do anything to mislead me. If anything, all you've done has been to try to get me not to mislead *myself*. And you're a LOT better person than I thought you were. I guess that's why I'm so mad - not really at you, but at ME, for being so mistaken about you, and not giving you the credit that I knew you deserved." She started leaking around the eyes about the time the elevator door opened; I took her in my arms, and guided her and the girls toward her room. At the door, she fished the keycard for her room out of the small purse she'd been carrying. I handed it to Robyn, who used it to open the door; she and Sandra followed us into Lucy's room. We hadn't any more than closed the door before all three were shedding their shoes; a woman thing, I could only guess as I eased Lucy toward one of the chairs by the smallish table in her room, and then took one on the other side. Robyn and Sandra both discretely found seats on Lucy's bed. After a bit, Lucy looked up at me, and said, "I'm sorry. I *knew* that there was more to you than you've shown so far, and I *knew* you were a better person that you've let on, and I *knew* you weren't the kind of person to brag or anything like that. It's just that when Mr. Waters, I mean Muddy, told us what you did, it scared me - thinking that you might have been hurt or killed back then, and I'd have never known you. And being scared made me mad, and I took it out on the wrong person when I really didn't have to be scared or mad, either one." I reached out to her, and she put her hand in mine, as I told her "It's okay, Lucy. What's already happened is over with. I don't do that stuff any more, and I'm not in any danger - except maybe loving you, and Robyn, too much. There's more stuff that I haven't told you for a couple of reasons. First, some of it I _can't_ talk about, for reasons I'll explain. Second, some of it is just stuff that I really don't think makes any difference, or at least, SHOULDN'T make any difference." "Why can't you tell me some of it?" "Because I was in the Army Special Forces. You've heard of the Delta Force, right?" She nodded, and I went on "Well, I was doing stuff kind of like that. Sometimes I had to go places and do things I can't talk about. What I did is probably not so secret now, but until someone officially tells me that, I have to follow the rules, okay?" She nodded, and I continued by telling her "While we're kinda on the subject of honesty, I guess I should tell you that I did some other stuff that you might think was dangerous, too. I mean, aside from being in the Army kind of stuff. For example, I jumped out of airplanes a few times. Fortunately, they let me wear a parachute when I had to do that." That last bit made her smile, and the bit about the parachute finally made her laugh, a little. She sat there for a couple of minutes, deep in thought, as the three of us watched her. Finally, she looked up at me, then turned to look at the girls. She turned her chair a bit, so that she was more-or- less facing all of us, and said "Well, if tonight's the night for truth, then I guess there are a few things *I* need to say." She looked at Robyn and Sandra and said "The first truth is that I know you two have been making love with him." Robyn and Sandra both turned white as sheets before she went on to say, "It's okay. You're not in trouble, and I'm not going to say anything to your parents, Sandra. I just want you to know that *I* know, and I'm okay with it. Hell, I've been making love with him, too, as I'm sure you both know, or have guessed. I'm just glad that you both had enough sense to find someone like him that would be patient and gentle and caring as I'm sure he was." Both of them were sitting there, jaws working, but no noise coming out, as she told them "In fact, I kind of envy you. When I was younger, I lost my cherry to a guy that wasn't ANY of the things he is. It hurt, and I was sore for DAYS afterward. In fact, it was a _long_ time before I could really *enjoy* making love, and really understood what a wonderful thing it could be. Even more important, it was a long time before I found someone that I was comfortable with, someone that I could trust, someone that I could just *be* with and not have to worry about what either one of us was doing or thinking. That someone was HIM. So I understand, very well, what it was like for you, and what made you want him to be your first." By this point, Robyn and Sandra had finally managed to stop looking like fish, but were still pretty much in a state of shock. Lucy looked at Robyn, and said "Robyn" - Robyn pulled herself together enough to look at Lucy - "I don't know when you lost your cherry. I don't *care* when you lost your cherry. I think I know who you let have it, but I don't need to know the who or how or when. What matters to me is that you're HAPPY; that you're happy with the same man that I'm happy with only makes it better, in a way - I know that if he makes you even half as good as he does me, then you're doing better than I had any reason to expect, or hope for." Next, she looked at Sandra, and said, "As for you, it's not for me to say anything to you about when you give someone your virginity, who you give it to, or why. The only ones that would have any reason to say anything would be your parents; if it mattered enough to them, they would have said something to you about it before now. If it doesn't, then it's not up to me to enlighten them." "There are a couple more things I need to tell BOTH of you. First of those is that I expect that the two of you have been having sex with each other - that is, making love." Both turned white, again, then blushed furiously, before she went on by saying, "Second, I don't mind." - they went from blushing to absolute amazement in zero seconds flat - "If it feels good to you, and no one is getting hurt, then go ahead and have fun. I only *ask* that you be careful: there are still too many people out there that think that some kinds of love and pleasure are somehow 'wrong', and would want to hurt you because of what you have together." She paused a moment, sighed, then went on "When I was younger, I had a chance to find out what you two have. A small bit of bad timing ruined it for me, and I've been sorry about it ever since." Robyn and Sandra were openly staring at her as she went on to tell them "Yes, I said that I *almost* did it, too." She stood up, then, and did some kind of complicated shrugging movement that apparently broke the vacuum seal between the dress and her skin: the dress started to fall away from her as she caught it, then let it drop to the floor, standing before us with only a pair of stockings on. She went on to say "I know that I still look _pretty_ good, but I don't know if I look good *enough* - and the though of having my first girl lover turn me down scares me too much to try and find one now." Robyn and Sandra both stared at her, openly, as I watched the three of them. First Robyn, then Sandra, finally broke their gaze from her body to her face, then her eyes. The three of them shared some silent conversation; Robyn and Sandra looked into each others eyes a moment, then, in unison, stood up. Each helped the other unfasten and unzip before they let their dresses pool around their feet to stand naked and unafraid. Another silent communication between Robyn and Sandra before Robyn said "Mom, I think you look great", with Sandra adding "If you, uh, still want to find out, you know, what another girl is like, you can find out with me, if you want." Robyn followed that with "Me, too. I love you, mom." Lucy turned to look at me, tears in her eyes; I simply smiled and shrugged, saying, "You've got your chance. Take it, or not - I'm staying out of it, either way." She nodded her understanding and acceptance, and looked again at her daughter, and her daughter's friend. Seeing only nervous willingness in their eyes, Lucy finally stepped out of the puddle of her dress, and moved toward them, raising her arms. They raised theirs, in response, and the three of them finally embraced. When they finally released each other, Lucy paused a moment, then turned to face Sandra. A moment's hesitation, and she leaned forward a bit to finally kiss her daughter's best friend, full on the lips. Even from where I was sitting, I could see it as their kiss started with affection before moving to excitement, then arousal. Sandra reached up and haltingly put her hand on Lucy's breast; when no protest came, she quickly cupped it, feeling its greater weight, and firmness. Somewhat reassured, Lucy moved her hand to Sandra's breast in return, and after a few seconds, began caressing and fondling it. A few seconds after Sandra's movement, Robyn followed suit. She seemed to marvel at the size of her mother's exposed breasts, and delight in their weight and texture. When Sandra and Lucy's kiss finally ended, Robyn cautiously moved in to collect her own kiss. Lucy was equally nervous, but when their lips touched the first time, the fear and hesitation quickly dissipated: Lucy didn't delay in putting her other hand on one of Robyn's breasts, caressing it and running her fingers over it's erect nipple. When their kiss broke, Lucy raised herself up again, releasing a sigh of relief - followed by one of pleasure as each of the girls took one of her breasts in their mouth, sucking on both her nipples at the same time. After a few seconds, Lucy turned her head to look at me - and finding that I was still dressed, and still in the chair I'd been occupying. I smiled at her, and gestured that she should go ahead. She smiled back, and mouthed 'thank you' toward me before turning her attention to the two young girls in front of her. After that, none of them seemed to take the slightest notice of me. After a couple of minutes, the girls came up for air, and the three of the shared a round-robin of kisses before Robyn and Sandra parted, inviting Lucy to get on the bed. I could see the nervous anticipation on her face as she climbed to the middle, then moved onto her back, looking up at the youngsters. As they got on the bed with her, Lucy told them "All I ever did before was touching, you know, on the outside. I- I- I want to see what you do, first, if that's okay." Both of the smiled at her, and Sandra answered "That's okay, Lucy. How about if we start, and then when you're ready, you can kind of ease into it with whoever's closest?" Robyn added, "Yeah, mom, it's okay. We didn't just start of doing all this stuff, either." with a grin. When Lucy nodded her acceptance of what the youngsters had said, Robyn and Sandra turned to each other to share a deep, passionate kiss as they caressed each other's bodies. In only a couple of minutes, their lips were on each other's breasts, their hands at each other's crotch. Lucy reached out to touch, then caress, their thighs as the two youngsters continued to please each other. Finally, they lay on the bed, careful to make sure that Lucy had a good view as Sandra lay on her back, with Robyn sucking on her nipples as Robyn began dipping her fingers into Sandra's womanhood. Lucy could plainly see the distended labia, glistening with Sandra's arousal, and the nubbin of Sandra's clitoral hood as it rose up in proportion to Sandra's excitement. Lucy also noticed that Sandra had a hand in Robyn's crotch, and that both girls had visibly tightened breasts with erect nipples. Plainly, Lucy's presence neither dampened their enthusiasm for each other, nor the resulting arousal. It was about this time that I realized that if I stayed, there wasn't a chance in hell that I'd be able to stop myself from joining in at some point; I didn't want to do *anything* to get in the way of Lucy's first time, so I quietly and carefully got up and went to my own room, closing the door softly behind me. Later, each of them privately told me bits of what had happened... Lucy twisted herself around a little bit to get a slightly better view as Robyn began kissing and licking Sandra further and further down her body - plainly making her way toward Sandra's pelvis. Lucy reached out again, and began softly stroking Sandra's thigh as Robyn finally reached her goal, and dipped her tongue between Sandra's labia. As Robyn continued her attentions to Sandra's vaginal opening and clitoris, Lucy worked up the nerve to extend her touch to include Sandra's pubis - running her fingertips through it, and marveling at it's soft lushness. So fascinated was she that it took her several seconds to realize that there was a hand doing much the same thing to her own bush - a quick check revealed that in moving to get a better look, she'd moved to within range of Sandra's hand, which was now making a slow approach to her own wet opening. Almost without thought, she spread her legs so that Sandra would be able to reach her target. The first touch of Sandra's fingertip on her clitoris almost pushed Lucy into an orgasm - and the feel of Sandra's slender digit finally parting her inner lips made her more excited than she remembered ever being before. She could feel how tight her areolas were, and her nipples felt like little pebbles perched on the tips of her breasts. As she became accustomed to Sandra's touch, Lucy moved again, slightly, to get a closer look at what her daughter was doing with her mouth and tongue - only to see Robyn's lips wrapped around Sandra's clitoris, with Sandra's vaginal lips pursing in time with what Robyn was doing. The sight excited her tremendously, and without thinking, she slid her hand forward to slide a finger through Sandra's slit, both feeling the delicacy of the extended lips, and collecting a sample of Sandra's inner fluids. She put her thumb to her finger, feeling how light and oily Sandra's secretions were, then put her fingers to her nose, sampling the aroma. She found it to be much like her own, but different, too - lighter, somehow, and more delicate. Again, without thought, she put her fingers in her mouth, only realizing what she'd done when her taste buds informed her of Sandra's spicy/sweet flavor. Deliberately, she repeated her actions, even going so far as to actually FEEL Sandra's inner lips, and how thin they were, before collecting a goodly sample of the juices she sought. She again smelled them, only briefly, verifying how much the scent appealed to her, before putting her fingers in her mouth again to determine if she really liked the taste. She did. She liked it a lot. That settled, and her mind finally at ease with the idea of actually having sex with another woman, Lucy didn't hesitate any longer to ease her way toward Sandra's pelvis, pausing along the way to sample Robyn's breast - and finding herself both pleased, and proud, of it's size and firmness. She continued licking and sucking Robyn's breast for a couple of minutes before remembering her initial goal - finally releasing Robyn's nipple from between her lips, she lowered her head next to Robyn's and whispered "Can I?" Robyn turned to her and smiled, whispering back "Sure! You'll like it!" - to which Lucy simply replied, "I know." When Robyn had raised her body enough, Lucy moved in the last couple of inches, and extended her tongue, drawing it up between Sandra's slickness before letting it draw several circles around Sandra's now erect clitoris. Sandra moaned in response, and that was the last encouragement Lucy needed: she quickly fastened her lips on Sandra's opening, and began licking and sucking on Sandra's labia and opening in a soft, rhythmic pattern, pausing every so often to form a rod with her tongue that she used to penetrate Sandra's opening as far as she could, getting an assortment of moans and gasps in reward. Even as Lucy decided to shift her focus from Sandra's vaginal opening to her clitoris, she felt the hand leave her crotch - only to be replaced a few seconds later by a *very* talented mouth and lips: in just a few seconds, the attentions she was received were making her hotter and hotter, well on her way toward an orgasm. She tried to push her release away, so that she could continue to sample Sandra's delights. But then she had a realization: she was still at Sandra's crotch, and that Sandra hadn't moved. Sandra wasn't in any position to do anything but touch her - which meant that the one bringing her such pleasure could only be... her own daughter! The thought of that, coupled with the stimulation she was receiving, was more than enough to push her into an orgasm - even as her pelvis moved in time with her release, Robyn's lips stayed glued to her sex, softly sucking what must have been a flood of juices as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. With the passing of her orgasm, Lucy was able to again focus on the object of her desire - and quickly resumed her attentions to Sandra's womanhood. She felt a stirring on the bed, and glanced up to see that Robyn - face glistening with HER juices! - had moved over Sandra's mouth. She could see the edges of Robyn's lips where Sandra's tongue moved between them; and Robyn's erect clitoris was clearly visible behind the cloud of her pubic hair. The sight and thought of it only aroused Lucy again, and prompted her to redouble her efforts to bring Sandra to climax. She quickly took Sandra's clitoris into her mouth, and began a soft, steady sucking on it while she fluttered her tongue across its sensitive surface; Sandra's response was a deep, passionate moan into Robyn's crotch, along with an arching of her back to try and get even more stimulation on her clitoris. Lucy stayed with her, though, continuing her activities, bringing Sandra closer and closer to the edge. Then, when she felt that Sandra was about to fall into the abyss, she slowed her actions, then stopped them, so she could again sample Sandra's female nectar. Sandra gave a small groan of disappointment before taking her frustration out first on Robyn's labia and vaginal opening, then when she'd calmed down a bit, Robyn's clitoris. It wasn't but a couple of minutes before Sandra had managed to bring Robyn to the very edge of climax; she held Robyn there for several long seconds, then bit - *ever* so softly - Robyn's clitoris, driving Robyn well and truly over the edge, all but screaming her pleasure. Lucy heard Robyn's voice, and knew what had happened - that thought, too, aroused her, and she decided that Sandra was to receive as good as she'd given. Lucy again took Sandra' clit between her lips, and began a firm, gentle circling of it as she applied a soft suction to it, as well. As she felt Sandra again approach orgasm, she slowed, but didn't stop, her actions; using the reduced speed to greatly intensify Sandra's pleasure, and the power of her orgasm when it happened. Which was about another fifteen seconds - Lucy looked over Sandra's belly, and between her breasts, to see that Sandra was completely frozen in a silent scream of release; that was followed by a deep gasping breath before the next wave took her over. Another gasp, another spasm. One last gasp, and Sandra was finally able to loose a deep groan of satisfaction and pleasure as Lucy moved her mouth down to collect the remaining nectar from the flower of Sandra's womanhood. Lucy smiled to herself as she remembered a bumper sticker she'd seen once: "Be healthy - eat your honey". It had a whole new meaning to her, now. When Sandra had gotten her breath back, Lucy released the hold she had on Sandra's thighs, and moved to lay on her back, her head on a pillow. The girls quickly moved up to lay next to her. She turned to kiss each of them in turn, and smelled her own scent on Robyn's face, and Robyn's on Sandra - and when two youngsters raised up to give each other a kiss, she knew that Sandra could smell HER on Robyn. When the girls lay down again, she put her arms around them; they quickly moved her hands so that each cupped one of the girls' breasts. A slight pressure on her hands was all she needed to know that they were encouraging her to touch and feel them - even as they were each reaching a hand out to do the same with one of _her_ breasts. She was fascinated at how similar, yet different the two sets of breasts were - Robyn's, slightly smaller, but very firm, and with distinct areolas and nipples; and Sandra's, a bit larger, more cushiony than firm, with (by touch) barely detectable areolas, and smaller, harder nipples. Both sets were smooth and clear of blemish or disfiguration. She could only wonder at what they thought of hers - not knowing that both girls, unknowingly, shared the same delight in her different texture, and awe at her larger size. They lay there for several minutes before Sandra looked up at Lucy to say "I think you did pretty good - for a beginner!" teasing her. Robyn spoke up then, adding, "Yeah, I'll bet she'd do real good, with some more practice!" Lucy laughed a bit, before telling Robyn "You really surprised the hell out of me, when you, uh..." "Used my mouth on you?" "Well, yeah." Sandra said, "Um, Lucy, it's okay. She's done it to me, I've done it to her, and YOU'VE done it to ME. It's no big deal, except that it feels good - and Robyn and I *like* doing it. You did, too, judging from how you made ME feel. So there's no reason to be embarrassed or anything, okay?" Lucy blushed slightly, and nodded. Though an adult, the newness of the experience, and age of the other participants, had her feeling - and reacting - like she was their age, again. They lay there like that for several minutes before Robyn got a mischievous look on her face and started sliding her hand down her mother's belly, toward Lucy's pelvis. Lucy couldn't fail to notice it, and watched with a rapidly increasing arousal as Robyn's hand edged ever close to the center of her desire. When Robyn's hand finally brushed against her pubic hair, Lucy couldn't help herself any longer, and began to reach for Robyn's in return. Robyn felt her touch, and didn't hesitate to turn herself around so that not only could her mother reach her, but so that she could look the final destination for her hand, as well. With the change in Robyn's position, Lucy could not only touch Robyn's pelvis, but look at it, too - and found the sight both beautiful, and erotic: thin, slightly extended labia, still glistening slightly from her orgasm, they parted slightly when Robyn moved; Robyn's clitoral hood was visible at the top juncture. As Robyn ran her fingertips through Lucy's lush bush, Lucy was making her first contact with Robyn's - and finding it as soft as the fur on a cat's belly. She delighted in the texture of it, and how easily her fingers moved through it, before allowing herself to let her hand drop to the core of Robyn's sexuality. There, she finally dared touch the parts of Robyn that Robyn was touching on her - tracing the delicate folds of Robyn's inner lips, feeling the warmth of her core, the softness of her sex, the ample wetness that Robyn was starting to release. Gently, softly, she dipped a finger into the shining oils that Robyn made - even and Robyn was doing the same to her! - pleased by how thin and light they were; then she slowly moved her hand up, first sniffing the scent that she knew must be there, and finding it - slightly musky, yet slightly sweet at the same time. Lucy felt her mouth water at the thought of it, and readily moved her fingers to her mouth, where she let her tongue slip from between her lips to take a first, tentative taste of her own daughter's secretions. Finding them delicious, she quickly put her fingers in her mouth, cleaning Robyn's taste from them thoroughly before extending her hand to collect another sample. She repeated her actions a couple more times, before finally deciding to taste them directly from the source - she turned slightly, and rolled over onto her side, putting one foot on the bed so as to leave plenty of room for Robyn's head. Robyn followed her example, and Lucy paused to kiss the soft inside of Robyn's thigh before closing in far enough to extend her tongue to make her first intimate contact with Robyn. Lucy heard Robyn moan in pleasure as she slowly drew her tongue upwards, collecting a fair sampling of Robyn's essence along the way. Robyn's reaction, and the taste of it, was all she needed to encourage her to do it again. And again, and again, and again. In short order, she was licking at Robyn's womanhood as though it were an ice cream cone - only tastier, and a lot more fun. As she continued, Lucy felt Sandra moving next to her; it didn't surprise her at all when she suddenly felt two hands caressing her exposed crotch - it only doubled her pleasure. As the next few minutes passed, Lucy could tell that Robyn was getting more and more aroused - her moans became more and more frequent as her secretions all but drooled from her opening, and her labia extended even further in response to Lucy's teasing. With Robyn's increase in arousal, Lucy's increased, as well - she could feel her vaginal entrance opening, and imagined that she could feel her wetness leaking out of her. As her excitement increased, so did the attention her pelvis got - she wasn't sure which one was the cause, and which was the effect... It wasn't much longer before Lucy could tell that Robyn was close to orgasm - but somehow unable to quite get there. Lucy knew *just* what to do - and did it. Taking Robyn's clitoris between her lips, Lucy began tugging on it, as though milking it, as she quickly fluttered her tongue across it's top. Robyn's groan of pleasure let her know that her efforts were having the desired effect. It took only a minute or two before Robyn reached her peak, almost literally convulsing as her orgasm took over. Lucy kept her lips wrapped around Robyn's clitoris despite the spastic movements of Robyn's pelvis, increasing Robyn's pleasure immensely. When the worst (best?) of Robyn's climax had passed, she somehow managed to roll over on to her back, leaving Lucy free to turn her attention to Sandra, and what Sandra was doing to her. Lucy realized that she still didn't have a very good idea of what Sandra's breasts were _really_ like, and reached out to gently tug on Sandra's leg, eventually getting Sandra to stop her explorations of Lucy's mons. When she had Sandra's attention, Lucy nudged her into position, straddling her lap, so they were facing each other. From there, the two of them began kissing, deeply and passionately, as their hands wandered over each other's bodies. Lucy felt Sandra cup her breasts for a few seconds before giving them a detailed manual examination; she didn't hesitate to do the same to the luscious mounds that Sandra's body sported - she found them to be nearly as firm as Robyn's, but somehow softer, too. While Robyn's breasts were only a little too large for her to cover with one hand, Sandra's overflowed her hand slightly; with Sandra's greater arousal, her areolas had puckered, making it easier to tell where they started on her breast by touch. Finally unable to stand it any longer, Lucy finally leaned forward, lowering her head to take first one, then the other of Sandra's breasts in her mouth, nursing at them softly as she slid her hands down to cup Sandra's delightfully smooth and firm ass cheeks. While she was doing that, Sandra continued to massage Lucy's breasts and nipples, both amazed and delighted at how large and hard Lucy's nipples got in her excitement. Eventually, Sandra drew back from Lucy, and when Lucy looked at her, smiled and said "That's really nice, but there's something else I want to do. Just lay back, okay?" before starting to scoot herself down Lucy's legs. Lucy knew what Sandra planned, and nodded in eager anticipation before laying down again - savoring the feel of Sandra's soft bush as it traced a path down her belly. When she felt Sandra's mons against her own, Lucy imagined what it must look like, Sandra's light pubis contrasting with her own darker one, and she felt herself get even wetter at the visualization. When she felt Sandra stop while straddling her ankles, Lucy slowly drew first one foot, then the other, out from under her; she placed each of them flat on the bed on each side, opening herself completely and without shame to Sandra. She looked down to see that Sandra hadn't moved yet - her gaze was focused on the center of Lucy's womanhood, as though memorizing it. After a few long, agonizing seconds, Sandra looked up at her again, and simply said "Beautiful" before lowering herself between Lucy's thighs. Once in position, Sandra gently began touching and caressing Lucy's entire pelvis, from the top of her pubic mound, all the way down to her perineum, and all points in between. Her soft, delicate touch did wonders to increase Lucy's arousal, so that when Sandra finally extended her tongue to take her first sample of Lucy's oils, there were more than enough of them to sample FROM. At the first touch of Sandra's tongue on her, Lucy couldn't help but stiffen in pleasure, and say "OhGodThat'sGood!!", bringing a smile to Sandra's face before she set herself to the pleasurable task of getting Lucy off as quickly and powerfully as she could. As Sandra was starting to lick her opening, Lucy caught movement in the corner of her eye; when she looked, she saw that Robyn had recovered enough to sit up, watching what Sandra was doing to her. Lucy moved her hand, and when Robyn looked at her, gestured for Robyn to come closer. When she was close enough, Lucy told her "Honey, what you did before was great; and I liked using my mouth on you, to". Robyn smiled at her, and answered "Both of them were fun for me, too, mom." Robyn's crotch was at the same level as her head, and simply by moving her eyes, Lucy could look at Robyn's matted pubic hair, and see her daughter's shiny vaginal lips peeking out from her mons. With a mixture of love and lust, she looked again into Robyn's face as she put a hand on Robyn's hip before raising her eyebrows in question. Robyn quickly nodded, and with Lucy guiding her, moved closer before raising a leg to put on the other side of Lucy's head - essentially straddling Lucy's face, her back toward where Sandra was engaged in trying to lick Lucy's ovaries. Looking down at her own mother's face between her thighs, Robyn knew things had changed forever. Not only did she feel a deeper love for her mom than she ever had before, but she realized that she also felt a deeper respect, too - to think that her own mom had wanted to know what another girl was like, but never had until NOW, with HER! The guts it must have taken to not only admit something like that, but to stand up and get naked in invitation without knowing how they'd react... it simply amazed her. She knew that she'd never look at her mom in quite the same way again - now she was not only mother, but friend - and lover, too. Similar thoughts and realizations were going through Lucy's mind as well - along with a fascination and delight at the unhurried close-up view she had of her own daughter's sex. She marveled at the delicate curves and textures she saw, at the way Robyn's clitoris seemed to be peeking our from under it's hood, at the sheen of womanly essence that shined in the narrow slit between Robyn's inner lips, the obvious softness of Robyn's fine, sparse, dark pubic hair. The feelings that Sandra was generating made Lucy realize just how good it could feel to have another woman pleasuring her - and gave her the determination to give that same feeling to Robyn. That settled, she didn't delay any longer before extending her tongue, sliding it directly between Robyn's labia, and on into her vagina as far as she could while watching Robyn's face as she did. The look of surprise, then pleasure, then satisfaction on Robyn's face as she progressed just made it all the more pleasant for her - now she KNEW that she could not only feel pleasure from another woman's attention, but could give pleasure, as well - that what she'd done with Sandra hadn't simply been due to 'beginners luck'. More confident now of what she was doing, and how to do it, Lucy soon had Robyn in a state of extreme arousal; and one of the benefits of that arousal was the plentiful supply of girl-nectar that Robyn was giving her to taste. Whether it was because Robyn was her daughter, or simply because Robyn actually tasted that good, she didn't know - all she was sure of was that she didn't just _like_ the taste of another woman, she *loved* it. Even as she was lifting Robyn to greater heights, she silently vowed that this would not be the only time she'd know this pleasure, or these the only people she'd know it with. As she continued to arouse and tease Robyn, Lucy let her hands wander all over Robyn's body. Starting at her smooth, soft hips; then on to her belly, ass, back, and finally, her breasts - cupping and squeezing them, softly pinching their nipples and running her thumbs over them, loving their firm smoothness. In return, Robyn reached behind herself to let her hands wander over her mother's bust - surprised at how firm they were for their size, how different they felt from her own, or Sandra's - yet still pleasant, and exciting. It was difficult, though, for Robyn to fully appreciate the feel of her mother's hands on her body, or the feel of her mother's body under her own hands - the sensations in her vagina, and on her clitoris, were simply getting to be too much for her. More and more often, she felt herself arching her back as she tried to push even more of the center of her arousal into or onto her mother's dancing tongue and talented lips. Lucy could see - and feel, and taste - the effect her efforts were having on Robyn. Indeed, they were incredibly close to what SHE was feeling as a result of what Sandra was doing to HER. Try as she might, though, she simply couldn't put off her own release any longer: Sandra had been slowly fluttering her tongue over her clitoris for long enough that Lucy wasn't sure if she'd come, or burst, first. A minute later, the question was answered: she'd come. Hard. Harder than she'd ever come before in her life. Just the thought that she had her tongue buried in her own daughter's sex while her daughter's best friend was doing much the same to her made it more powerful, more arousing, more satisfying, and more intense than anything she'd ever known. Her near-scream ended quickly, simply because she was frozen from the magnitude of what she was feeling, unable to breathe or do anything else but let tidal wave after tidal wave of pleasure and release wash over her. So long did it last, so powerful was it, that she all but passed out from the intensity of her orgasm. When she was finally able to do anything at all, it was all she could do to draw in a deep, gasping breath before the next few spasms washed over her, freezing her in place again. Finally, though, her climax began to taper off, allowing her the moan in relief before trying to get her breath back. Looking up, she saw the surprise and concern in Robyn's face, and managed to smile at her. Robyn couldn't see her lips - which were still pushing against her labia - but could see the happy reassurance in her eyes, and was satisfied with that. As Lucy got herself back together, Sandra moved up behind Robyn, also straddling Lucy's body, before putting her arms around Robyn to cup her breasts. Robyn turned her head to tell Sandra "I don't know what you did, but you did it real good!" before puckering up for a kiss that Sandra readily provided. The two of them stayed there, kissing and caressing, for a couple of minutes - until Lucy recovered enough to surprise Robyn by softly sucking on her clitoris. With Robyn again being pleasured, Sandra discretely eased herself off Lucy to move to the side of the bed, so that she could watch the two of them as Lucy quickly returned Robyn to her previous state of arousal - and only a couple minutes later, pushing her past it into climax. As Robyn's orgasm washed over her, she could feel it as more and more of her wetness was pushed out of her vagina - only to be eagerly lapped up by her mother. Knowing that it was _her own *mother*_ that had not only brought her to this point, but was so greedily licking up her juices made Robyn's orgasm that much more satisfying. Even as it was passing, she, too, vowed that this wouldn't be the last time she and her mother pleasured each other; she also swore to herself that we'd all go it together, as well. With her senses back, Robyn looked around, and saw Sandra grinning broadly at her. She smiled back, and finally moved to get off Lucy, laying down next to her on the side opposite from Sandra. As she moved, she paused long enough to share a deep, passionate kiss with her mother, tasting herself on her mother's lips as their tongues engaged in a friendly duel. When the kiss broke, and Robyn settled herself into her mother's side, Sandra joined them, cuddling up to Lucy on the other side - the two of them enjoying her warm, protective embrace. They lay like that for several minutes before Lucy finally sighed, and told them "As nice as this has been, and as much as I want to just lay here like this forever, I know that I have to get up in the morning to go with Dan to the office. As much as I love having both of you here like this, I suspect that Dan would kind of like to have some company, too." Both girls giggled a bit before Sandra told her "Yeah, he probably would." Robyn hesitated a moment, then asked, "Mom, you were right that Dan was the first one I ever made love with. Is it okay if I go in there with him?" looking up at Lucy with trepidation in her face. Lucy smiled back at her, and told her "Yes, dear, that's fine. You don't have to ask me that - I love him, too. Just don't wake him, and give me another kiss before you go!" Robyn gave her mother a relieved smile; before she could get up, Lucy told her "I think he'd appreciate it if you washed up a little before you crawl into his bed, though. As a matter of fact, I think *I'd* like to wash up before I got to bed!" Robyn and Sandra shared a look before Sandra asked "Might as well make it unanimous. Think there's room for all three of us?" mischievously. Lucy just gave a little laugh before saying "Oh, I expect we can compensate, if there isn't - maybe squeeze together a little more?" Both girls smiled at her in return before releasing her so the three of them could make their way to the bathroom. As it turned out, there was plenty of room in it, but they found themselves squeezing together, anyway. ------------------------------------ The story - as completed so far - is available at my archive on asstr, as One Big File: ndn.txt When it's finished (completely done), I'll also make it available in ..pdf (Adobe Acrobat). 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