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CHAPTER 34

Kate and Ben motioned for us all to join them. They were both grinning
as Ben made an announcement. "We plan on having a big wedding ceremony
when we get back, but for the sake of our little guy - and the IRS --
we thought it would be a good idea to have a legal wedding take place
this year. Tomorrow is the last day of the year, so if you're not
busy, we'd like you to join us as we get married here in Las Vegas."

I had known that it was coming eventually, but it was still a shock.
Everyone was hugging both of them, and when it was my turn, the
feeling of her body against me was another shock. It was the familiar
feeling and scent of "My Kate," and I had to force myself to let her
go. It must have also affected her, because I felt a slight shudder
run through her body as we pulled apart, and she diverted her eyes
when I tried to look into them.

Mr. O'Leary and his friend had been watching and as soon as they saw
the hugging, they came over to see what was happening. When they got
close, he said, "Hi Ben!"

It turned out that they knew each other through business dealings, and
after a few rounds of 'what-a-small-world' comments, Mr. O'Leary
invited everyone to his suite for a drink, and to, as he phrased it,
"Let the young people do their thing."

Kris and I decided to stay, and the hall door had barely closed behind
them when a cheer went up and some people dashed into the bedroom.

I looked at Kristen, and she wore a somewhat pained expression on her
face. She said, "Things are going to get a little wilder now, so don't
be surprised."

I said, "What are they doing in the bedroom?"

"They're bringing out the heavier stuff. Coke, grass, and probably
some pills."

"Uhh, Kristen, I've done some grass, but never anything else."

"Don't worry, Dear; I haven't, either. Barry and both decided that
grass was it, so we didn't try anything else. Just pretend to go
along, and we'll be fine. It actually gets kind of crazy now, and it
can be fun to watch."

And crazy it was.

The hosts locked the outer door to the main room, so nobody could get
in from the hallway; then most everyone went into one of the large
bedrooms.

In about two minutes, the room was so blue with grass smoke that they
had to open windows. Someone put down a mirror, and dumped a bunch of
white powder on it. And two girls immediately began arranging the
stuff into lines. Another guy yelled "M & Ms anyone?" as he poured a
selection of different colored pills into a bowl.

One girl was lighting some pre-made joints and passing them around.

When she got to me, she took a deep hit and it looked like she was
going to kiss me! Kristen put her hand between us, pushed her away and
took the joint from her. Then she took a hit, kissed me and let the
smoke drift into my mouth.

We shared the joint, but we used it sparingly, and aside from a small
buzz, I don't think either of us was much affected by it. But a lot of
the  others weren't sparing at all in their usage, and I watched in
amazement as their behavior rapidly became more bizarre.

This was not the crowd I was used to. These weren't teenagers; they
were guys and gals in their early to mid-twenties, from rich families,
and they were acting crazier every minute.

One girl, a tall blonde, kicked off her shoes and jumped on the bed.
She had a joint in her mouth, and she put her arms in the air and
began dancing to the music from the other room while taking puffs off
the joint. The guys started hooting at her and she responded by
pulling down the top of her dress. She had beautiful tits, but they
didn't sway or move when she danced, so I leaned down and whispered to
Kris, "It's almost miraculous what modern medicine can do." She
laughed and took a hit off our doobie.

She giggled, "Yes. She's Brandy, formerly the Girl of the Five Bs."

Kris must have seen the confusion on my face, and said, "The poor girl
was short-changed by Mother Nature in the breast department. She
stayed almost flat-chested all through puberty, high school, and
college. Her middle name is Elizabeth, so her nickname is Betty, and
her last college boyfriend thought he was being clever when he started
calling her the Girl of the Five Bs."

She stopped talking to take another hit, then kissed me. I was
distracted, but eventually remembered to inhale the smoke.

I half-heartedly pondered what Kris had said while we continued to
view  the live sex show in front of us. After a while, I almost
silently admitted defeat. "Okay, sweetie, what's the punch line?"

She giggled again, then whispered, "Ted, that boyfriend, said she was
'Brandy Betty the Boobless Blonde Babe,' or 'the Girl of the Five Bs.'
He was too insensitive to understand why she dumped him. Last year,
she turned 25 and could access her trust fund without the trustee's
permission. The first thing she bought was that medical miracle you
commented on. She's been celebrating the results ever since, and her
girlfriend June, simply adores helping her celebrate."

I mulled this over while Brandy moved and puffed, then moved and
puffed some more. Still at low volume, I said, "Okay, I can understand
why she got rid of Ted the Jerk, but why turn to girls because of
him?"

Kate snickered. "She didn't; she's a switch-hitter. As a matter of
fact, June was her friend and lover prior to Brandy purchasing her new
breasts."

Then another girl, also tall but a brunette, jumped on the bed in
front of Brandy. I muttered to Kris, "I take it that June the helpful
girlfriend has now joined in?" Kris nodded.

June also pulled her top down and the two danced together and began
rubbing their nipples on each other. The first girl, Brandy, took a
huge hit off her joint, then gave a long, sensuous kiss to June, while
everyone in the room shouted encouragement. When they broke the kiss,
the brunette, groaning now, dropped to her knees and pulled the
blonde's dress and panties completely off. Brandy closed her eyes,
leaned her head back, and continued swaying to the music, as June
began making love to her pussy.

Brandy's crotch was shaved completely, and she had a tattoo of a tiger
on her mound. The tiger had a long tongue that disappeared into the
blonde's vagina.

It made me cringe thinking how much it must have hurt getting that
tattoo.

Suddenly, June buried her face in Brandy's crotch and began vigorously
eating her, to hoots and raunchy cries from the crowd.

I have to admit, it was very sexy watching them, and I could feel
myself getting hard. In the thin pants I was wearing, I knew it would
soon be obvious, so I moved over behind Kristen. She felt it, grinned,
and began swaying against me, so before long, I had a raging hard-on.

The scene on the bed soon grew even more interesting. The brunette
pulled off her dress and lay on her back. She began rubbing her pussy
and watching the blonde dance seductively over her. Then the blonde
slowly lowered herself until her pussy was just touching the
brunette's face.

The room grew quiet, as June's eating became frenzied. Brandy started
hitting the mattress with her fists; then she mumbled something I
couldn't understand. 
Sucking and slurping noises filled the room, and I think every guy in
there had a hard-on.

Pretty soon, the blonde started moaning and humping the brunette's
face. Suddenly, Brandy gasped, and a river of fluid ran out of her and
onto the second girl, which triggered whistles and wild applause from
the people in the room.

Then one of the guys jumped on the bed. He pulled off his pants and
began kissing the blonde. They sank to the bed and immediately started
fucking. The brunette got on her knees next to them and began rubbing
her own pussy with one hand and massaging the guy's balls with the
other.

I bent to Kristen and said quietly, "Wow, this is pretty wild stuff.
Does it always go on like this?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Barry used to insist we leave about now."

"It sounds like he was a better guy than I first suspected."

"Actually, he was, but not for the reason you think. He wanted to
leave because he was scared that he might be called on to participate,
and knew that he couldn't. The funny thing is, I've heard from one of
the girls, that he has been having sex regularly with Dolly."

I grinned and said, "Well, that's easy to explain. You are so gorgeous
you intimidated him!"

Kristen shook her head and turned to go into the big room. When she
did, I was suddenly exposed. The girl with the eye-shadow was standing
next to me, and when she saw my erection, she yelled, "Holy Shit! Look
girls; it's huge!" as she grabbed it.

I tried to push her away, but she had a real grip on it, and the other
girls in the room started to crowd around me.

Kristen attempted to get back and rescue me, but everyone in the room
was looking now, and the girls kept pushing her away. Then the
eye-shadow girl released my erection at the same time that someone
else pulled down my pants. My cock sprang to attention, which brought
a cheer from the girls, and they began to jostle each other to get a
better look.

Things were getting out of hand. The situation was embarrassing and I
was uncomfortable. I don't mind nudity, but these girls were acting
crudely. All they seemed to care about was my cock, not my feelings.
Even the porn-makers at Delight had showed me more consideration.

I also knew that Kristen was annoyed. I tried to push the girls away,
but they were insistent and there was little I could do without
getting violent.

Then a body suddenly jumped in front of me. Amy had thrown herself
between the girls and me, and she screamed, "Stop it!"

I had time to pull up my pants, just as Kristen bulled her way to me,
and stood beside Amy, facing the group.

It was actually a little comical. I was the biggest guy in the room. I
weigh nearly as much as Kristen and Amy put together, and they were
standing there protecting me.

Then the girl with the eye shadow made a mistake. She said to Amy,
"Hey, fancy-pants! I thought he was your brother. What's the matter,
do you want to keep that big cock of his all to yourself?"

I don't know whether it was Kristen or Amy who swung first. But Amy's
clenched fist connected with the girl's nose at the same time as
Kristen's hit her on the side of the head. Blood flew as the
cock-grabber hit the floor.

There was a second of shocked quiet; then the guys in the room started
cheering.

The next thing that happened was also funny. Chip came running over to
break things up, only to be met by two pissed off girls standing side
by side with their fists raised. He actually skidded on the carpet
when he tried to stop.

Kristen grabbed Amy's free hand in one of hers and mine in the other,
and said, "Let's get out of here."

We headed out through the main room. Chip was pleading with Amy not to
leave, but she was ignoring him. When we opened the hall door, we
spotted Mom coming toward us.

She stopped and said, "Hey you guys, you gotta come with me."

We fell in behind her and followed her to the main casino. Chip was
still trying to talk with Amy, but she was still ignoring him.
Finally, she told him to "Shut up!"

Nearly all of the big hotels in Las Vegas have huge showrooms. That's
where the big name acts perform, and tickets can run over a hundred
dollars each for a regular performance. They also usually have several
smaller, open showrooms spread around the casino area, where lesser
known acts appear to entertain the people who are gambling. Mom took
us to one that had a small band on stage, and they seemed to be
waiting for something.

Mr. O'Leary, his friend, and Ben and Kate were sitting at a table.

When we walked up, Kate stood up and grinned. She said to me, "Do you
want to try one more Tango before I get too fat?"

Chip said, "What's happening?"

Amy said, "Chip, be quiet and sit down." Then she turned to Kristen
and asked her, "Have you ever seen them dance?"

Kristen shook her head, and Amy said, "Wait until you see this. You're
not going to believe it!"

Mom, Kate, and I went to the dance floor; the bandleader made an
announcement about "Something special," and we took our positions.

The band started into a tango and we began. It was as though we had
never quit practicing. Both women had their 'Look' on, and with the
special stage lighting, I don't think I ever saw either one look more
stunning.

You couldn't tell Kate was pregnant. Her moves were, if anything, even
sexier than last time. I was concentrating strongly, and I tried to
make each exaggerated movement and pose, a little more dramatic than
the last one.

It wasn't until towards the end that I felt Kate start to tire, so I
lightened up on her and concentrated the higher throws on Mom.
Normally, the  'Big finish' is when I throw Kate high in the air. But
Mom whispered to me, "Switch us for the finish."

I glanced at Kate, and she nodded ever so slightly; then she murmured,
"Thanks, Beth."

I was holding Mom firmly against me. She had her right leg wrapped so
tightly around me that she wasn't actually touching the floor. Kate
was close against my back, and the three of us were moving as one.
Then, so quietly that only the girls could hear me, I said, "Change."
I threw Mom into the air and turned around to face Kate, who
immediately wrapped her leg around me. When Mom landed, she was in the
same position Kate had been a second before. Then Kate threw herself
backwards across my knee, the music ended and we all held our arms
skyward.

There seemed to be a lot of applause, but the stage lights were so
bright that I couldn't see anything. Then I looked down at Kate, and
saw a million stars in her eyes from the stage lights. She was so
beautiful that I couldn't help myself and I bent to kiss her. But she
turned her head and we ended up hugging. When her lips were next to my
ear, she whispered,
"I'll always love you, my darling!" And she immediately stood up. The
applause seemed to go on and on, and when we walked off the stage and
I could see again, I was surprised to see a big crowd of people
standing and applauding.

We were standing on the edge of the stage when Kristen rushed to me
and hugged me. She said, "My God, Pete, that was incredible." Then she
did the same to Mom and Kate.

Mr. O'Leary came up to a smiling Mom with an amazed look on his face.
He looked like he wanted to jump her bones right there on the stage.

I think he might have told her so, because she threw her head back and
laughed out loud.

I was watching her and smiling, when the wildest looking girl I ever
saw, grabbed me by the hand and pulled me backwards towards the stage
where another one just like her stood waiting. It took me a second to
understand what was happening. They were Vegas dancers in full makeup.
They both had to be close to six feet tall, because in their heels
their eyes were level with mine, and they were wearing headdresses
that added another two feet to their height. At first glance, they
looked almost nude, but as close as I was, I could see they were
wearing full, flesh-colored body suits, with sequins at the crotch and
nipples. They positioned themselves on each side of me, and one of
them whispered, "Stand up straight and look straight ahead."

The band started playing a tune with a heavy downbeat, and the dancers
turned their heads toward me and began moving and swaying in time with
the music. As soon as I picked up the beat, I started moving with
them, staring intently at first one, then the other, exaggerating each
move. We started moving round the floor, and they began following me,
while circling around me like spokes on a wheel. These girls were
good. They had obviously done this a lot, because they were just an
arm's length away from me, and I don't think the space between us
varied more than a few inches. I knew that our dance must have looked
good to the audience, and I began to realize what the girls were
doing. They were entertaining the crowd by making an amateur look good
- or so they thought. But they didn't know about the years I had spent
watching Mom teaching dance and the many hours I had spent in dance
class.

Mom was still standing on the edge of the stage, and the next time we
passed by her, I reached for her. She knew immediately what I was up
to, and she moved in synch with me. We danced our 'no-touch' number,
where we are about an inch apart without actually touching. Our arms
were either over our heads or I would pretend to be caressing her
butt. We had practiced this hundreds of times in front of a mirror,
and the fact that we weren't actually touching made it look even
sexier. We knew each other's moves extremely well - so well that we
acted and reacted almost instinctively. Then our bodies were so close
that I could feel the heat flowing from her, and that caused what Mom
called my "Always" problem to appear.

The problem I always had was, Mom or not, I would invariably get a
hard-on. She used to tease me about "Always" getting it, but that was
when we were home in front of a mirror. This was on stage in Las
Vegas, and she realized we would have to do something quickly before I
embarrassed myself.

So she looked at Amy and Kristen standing by the edge of the stage,
and when we danced by, she reached for Kristen. But Kristen had just
turned away to say something to someone and was suddenly out of reach,
so my quick-thinking mother grabbed Amy. Mom pulled her between us and
stepped back.

I grabbed Amy around the waist and whispered, "Wrap your legs around
me!"

She did, and I began twirling in the direction opposite to the dancers
and staring intently at Amy, whose face was so close that our noses
were almost touching. I think it looked good to the audience, but my
cock was trapped between us now, and it was fully hard, and pressing
Amy between her legs.

There were now five of us on stage. The dancers were still circling
us, I was holding Amy close to me, and Mom was pretending to caress
our bodies as we moved to the music.

We had never practiced this, but I knew it must have looked very sexy
from the audience's point of view.

I was thankful that the song ended just then, because I was getting
tired from holding Amy. I let Amy stand up, but I kept her against me,
so that my still fully engorged penis wouldn't stick out, and we all
bowed to the audience. They applauded wildly and so did the dancers.
Amy kept herself pressed against me as we applauded the dancers in
return.

On the way off stage, one of them leaned close and said, "Nice going!
If you need a job, see our manager. He's always interested in
dancers."

Amy, Mom and I worked our way to the table, and they both grinned at
me when I gratefully sat down and covered myself.

I said to Mom, "How did we get to do this?"

She looked at Mr. O'Leary and said, "Ben was telling everyone how we
danced, so Josh hired the band during their break. The dancers were
here watching, and I guess they decided to join in."

Kristen rushed to me and hugged me. She said, "My God, Pete, that was
incredible."

Even Ben and Mr. O'Leary were on their feet congratulating the three
of us, and I said, "Oh, my sisters just make me look good." Mom and
Amy shook their heads, but did smile at me.

Chip had been hanging back, not saying much. Suddenly, he said, "Hey,
why don't we go someplace where we can all dance?"

Everybody agreed that it was a good idea, but the girls wanted to
freshen up first. So we agreed to meet in the lobby in twenty minutes.
When they showed up, they had put on low heeled shoes and Amy had
changed into a skirt and blouse. The exotic look was gone, but if
anything, she looked even cuter than before.

O'Leary's friend excused himself as a third wheel, so when Ben
mentioned that we would follow Mom and him in a cab, Mr. O'Leary
suggested we all ride with him. But Chip wanted Amy to ride in his
fancy car, so the four of us got in with Mr. O'Leary and they followed
us. On the way, Chip roared around us and took off.

I expressed concern about Amy, but Mr. O'Leary laughed and said,
"What's the use of having a car that costs as much as a house unless
you can impress a girl with it?"

Everybody laughed, but I was a little bothered.

We arrived at what appeared from the outside, to be a small Italian
restaurant. After we entered, Mr. O'Leary led us through the place to
a nice sized ballroom. There was a full band and a number of people on
the dance floor. But I didn't see Amy or Chip.

When I mentioned that fact to Mom, she whispered back, "Relax! I'm
sure he took the long way. Wouldn't you?"

This time, I was a lot bothered, though I tried not to let it show.

Everybody seemed to know Mr. O'Leary, and we were seated immediately.
Then a gray-haired man came to the table, shook hands with Mr.
O'Leary, and started speaking broken English to everyone.

Kristen jumped up and started talking to him in Italian, and for the
next five minutes, they talked, laughed, and hugged each other.

When Kristen sat down, she said, "I can't believe it. The man is from
a village right next to where my grandpa lives. He actually knows
him!"

Then the gray-haired man began waving his hands at the waiters. Before
long, bottles of wine, and a little later, huge plates of pasta,
started appearing on the table.

I leaned to Kristen and said, "Does he know we're under age?"

"Yup, he said not to worry."

Just as the staffers finished setting down the bottles of wine, Amy
strode in, followed by a woeful-looking Chip, and they sat at our
table.

I leaned to her and whispered, "Why is he upset?"

She whispered back, "He was driving like a maniac, so I made him stop,
and I drove here. He kept complaining that nobody else had ever driven
his car. But I told him that if I didn't drive, I was going to take a
taxi.
Boy, is it a neat car."

The restaurant people served a great dinner. We all ate until we were
stuffed, and drank bottle after bottle of what Kristen said was
excellent wine. I had a pretty fair buzz on when they cleared the
table and we all started dancing. But I noticed that Chip only had one
glass, so I asked him why. He sighed and said that he didn't dare
drink when he was driving what he called his "baby," because the
police were always stopping him to check it out.

Mr. O'Leary was doing his best to dance with Mom, but he clearly
wasn't much of a dancer, and he kept apologizing for stepping on her
toes.

Kristen and I were having a great time dancing, but the owner kept
coming around with different people and introducing them to her.

At one point, while we were dancing to a slow tune, Kristen nodded
toward Amy and Chip. He was all over her. He had his hands on her butt
and was grinding himself against her. She didn't seem to mind, and had
her head against his chest.

When I looked back at Kristen, she had a strange expression on her
face, but it vanished right away and we continued dancing.

I was starting to lose my buzz, but after two more glasses of wine,
and a few more dances, I was floating again.

Then the band played a polka. I refused to dance to it, as did Chip,
so Kristen and Amy got up and danced with each other. They were having
a great time, laughing and giggling through the whole thing. After the
polka ended, the band took a break and all the girls disappeared into
the bathroom.

Mr. O'Leary said to me, "Chip and I are having a great time. Why
haven't we seen you and your sisters before?"

"We just moved here from Phoenix."

"Your sister tells me she's a dance teacher; what do you and Amy do?"

I was trying to think of an answer when Ben interrupted with, "Pete's
in charge of my west coast operations. And Amy heads up our design
division."

Chip started to say something, but just then, Kate and Mom came back
and sat down, so Ben started telling them that he had just explained
to Chip and his dad how important Amy and I were to his organization.
Mom and Kate listened with amusement showing on their faces.

Kris and Amy spent a long time in the bathroom, and when they came
out, they were arm-in-arm.

When the band started, Mr. O'Leary and Ben traded partners and went to
the dance floor. It was fun watching Kate trying to get out of the way
of Mr. O'Leary's feet.

Kristen surprised me when she said to Chip, "Amy tells me you have a
great car. How about taking me for a ride?"

"Sure, when?"

"How about now! I need some air."

"Okay, I'll take you around the block a few times."

When they got up, Amy said, "I need some air, too. C'mon, Pete, let's
go for a walk."

I was confused when we went through a side door and Amy took my hand.
She seemed to be looking for something as she led me around the back
of the restaurant. It was very dark back there, and we picked our way
to a low wall. She stopped, then took me in her arms and kissed me. It
was a long, luxurious kiss and left me with the beginnings of a
hard-on.

She must have felt it against her, because she backed up, reached down
and wrapped her hand around it.

It affected me like an electric shock. We hadn't touched like this
since the night by the Lake, and I stuttered, "A-Amy, we-we can't do
this. If Kristen found out, it would..."

She put her hand across my mouth and said, "It's okay. She knows,"
before she kissed me again.

I was flabbergasted! How could this be happening? Wouldn't Kristen be
angry if she found out? But all other thoughts were erased when Amy
used her hand to grab mine and put it under her skirt. She wasn't
wearing panties, and when she touched me to her sex, she was already
so wet that her vaginal fluid was beginning to run down her legs. Of
course, that instantly brought my manhood to full hardness.

She said, "We don't have much time, so I'm going to make this fast.
You were my first, and I haven't been with anyone since you. But I
have hormones, too, and after dancing with you tonight, and having you
press yourself against me, they are working overtime. I told Kristen
that I was horny and thinking about doing something with Chip. She
said that if you found out about it, it might hurt you, so she agreed
to share you with me for tonight only. So, if you don't make love to
me right this instant, I may go in and get one of the bus boys!"

I knew that if I tried to make sense of this, I would be here all
night, so I picked her up, sat her on the low wall and spread her
legs.

I was reaching for a condom, and when Amy saw what I was doing, she
stopped me. She said, "I'm on the pill."

When I entered her, I was gentle, because I didn't know how much she
could stand. As I put just the head in, she started moaning. I slowly
pushed forward, and was about a third of the way in when she started
coming. I held still and let her pull me in the rest of the way.

Her pussy was very hot and wet, but also extremely tight, so I was
careful when I began moving in and out. She murmured, "Oh God, Pete.
It's even better than I remembered," and I felt her shaking. In the
dim light, I could see her eyes were shining with what looked like
tears.

I continued moving gently, and suddenly, my heart was full of love for
her. If I could love and be with Kristen, why couldn't I have been
that way with Amy?

That was running through my head when Amy clutched me to her and
gasped. It sent me far enough over the edge that I felt like my entire
body came.

We were still holding each other when we heard the unmistakable sound
of Chip's car pulling in on the other side of the restaurant, so we
quickly straightened up and headed back inside. Amy detoured to the
rest room, and I did too, but I was actually in my seat when Kristen
and Chip walked in. I was shaking inside and I bet Amy was, too.

Kristen and Chip sat down, and a few minutes later, Amy joined us. 
Amy and I each took one of Kristen's hands and held it.

When the band came back, we danced to their final set. Then Kate said
that she was tired, so we headed back to the hotel. Chip was still
trying to seduce Amy, and Mr. O'Leary was getting more amorous by the
minute. But Mom pulled a fast one. She grabbed Chip by the hand as we
were leaving the restaurant, and insisted that he give her a ride in
his car, frustrating both him and his dad. I felt proud of her even as
I silently thanked Heaven for giving me such an intelligent mother.

Mom and Chip got to the hotel ahead of the rest of us, and were
waiting when we pulled in. Mom and Amy thanked both of the O'Leary's,
and somehow remained unmoved by the men's pleas of, "But the night is
still young," while my "sisters" went to their room.

It was actually almost two o'clock when we got to our room. Kristen
had been silent the whole way home, which had given me enough time to
sober up a little and organize my thoughts.

I watched her standing at the bathroom sink taking off her makeup. As
soon as she was finished, I took her hand and we sat on the bed.

I asked Kris, "May I kiss you?"

She looked surprised and said, "Of course."

I gave her a long and tender kiss that was filled with as much emotion
as I could put into it. After I finished, I pulled her to me and held
her closely to me. Finally, I said, "I love you, Kristen. What you did
tonight was a wonderful, unselfish thing. But you've been quiet since
then, and I'd like to know why."

Her voice was so soft, I could barely hear her when she said, "Please,
Pete, tell me the truth. Do you still love me?"

"Is that the reason you're so quiet?"

"Yes."

I said, "Hang on a minute." Then I picked up the phone and called Mom
and Amy's room.

Amy answered with, "Please Chip, I'm trying to get some sleep!"

I laughed and said, "Can you come to our room for a minute?"

She laughed too and said, "Sure. I was kind of expecting this call.
But that damned idiot Chip and his father keep calling. I'll be right
there."

When I hung up, Kristen said, "I'll bet Chip's been calling, right?"

I nodded and said, "And his father, too," just as there was a tap on
the door.

Amy came in, walked directly to Kristen, and wrapped her arms around
her. For the next five minutes, they sniffled and hugged each other.

Amy spoke first. She was still holding Kristen when she said, "Pete,
since I met your family, I went from a really sad existence to a life
that's been better than I ever dreamed. I'm closer to your mom and dad
than I was to my own. And then there's you!

"I've loved you from the first moment I met you, but somehow, the
changes I've gone through have instilled in me the ability to wait and
see what my life will be like in a few years. I think maybe I'm still
afraid that one day it will all disappear. That's why it wasn't too
difficult for me when we decided to wait till we were older to decide
if we were meant to be with each other.

"When Kristen first came into your life, I was both jealous and
relieved. 
I was jealous because she's so beautiful, and I was relieved because
it took some pressure off of me. Whether or not I had made the right
decision was now out of my hands.

"And then some things happened that I never expected. Kristen has
turned out to be the best and most wonderful friend I ever had. As you
know, my previous family life kept me from making many friends. Tess
has been my only real friend for a long time, and I love her. But
Kristen is more than just a friend. She's the sister I always hoped I
would have, and the person I can talk to about anything."

Kristen's eyes were glistening now, and she was hugging Amy hard
against her.
 
Then Amy continued, "Kristen is the strongest and most sensible girl I
ever met, but she's still a girl. When I told her tonight that I was
so horny I was ready to explode, she knew that what I really wanted
was you. And she did something I'll never forget as long as I live.
She knows how we feel about each other, and she knew If I went with
Chip, and you found out, it might cause you pain, so she told me to
seduce you, and if you said no, to say it was her idea.

"When I thought about it, God, it almost blew me away. She was willing
to risk it all, just to make sure you wouldn't be hurt. I thought I
loved you as much as possible, but I don't think I could have done
what she did. So I thought about it some more, and I made up my mind.

"What I did tonight was as much for Kristen as it was for me. As close
as Kristen and I have become, I could tell that there is doubt in her
mind that you and I might be more than we say we are, so I had to
prove to her that we could be together sexually and you could still be
in love with her. So I had sex with you, and here we are back in our
rooms. Are you still in love with Kristen?"

"Yes I am."

"Has anything changed for the worse?"

"No. Not at all."

I turned to Kristen and said, "Does she know what went on with Della
the other night?"

"Yes, I told her about it."

"Have I acted like I love you less since it happened?"

She blinked, then looked thoughtful. "No."

"I don't know how to say this in such a way that you'll believe me.
But, if anything, I love you even more after tonight. Knowing how you
think I feel about Amy, you risked losing me to her, and I think that
was incredibly brave of you. But you actually didn't risk anything.
Amy and I love each other, but it's family love. She's a part of me,
like an arm or a leg. That doesn't mean I don't think of her sexually,
of course I do; she's beautiful. But what we had tonight was just sex.
It was wonderful, but it doesn't reduce the way I feel about you any
more than it did when we were with Della."

Kristen came to me, put her arms around me, and sighed. It was a
ragged sigh, as though a weight had been lifted from her.

I looked over her shoulder at Amy and she nodded to me. But the look
on her face was wistful.

Then the phone rang. I answered, and it was Chip, asking to talk to
Amy.

I put my hand over the receiver and said to Amy, "It's Chip. He wants
to talk to you."

Kristen looked at Amy, who shook her head, so Kristen took the phone
from me and started berating him for pestering Amy. He must have
argued with her, because she lit into him.

Amy kissed her fingers at Kristen and started for the door. I mouthed,
"Be right back," at Kristen and walked out with Amy.

When we got in the hallway, she quickly turned to me, and with a
pained expression on her face, asked, "Was tonight really just for the
sex?"

I gently stroked her cheek as I asked, "What do you think?"

Her look changed to a beautiful, happy smile before she kissed me on
the cheek and went into her room.

I got back to our room just as Kristen was crawling into bed.

I climbed in beside her and said, "It's been quite an evening. Do you
want to talk about it?"

She said, "No, Dear, this last talk has cleared up a concern I've had,
and I now know that I not only have the love of my life, but a
wonderful friend."

She was asleep in a minute. But I lay awake for some time, thinking
about what had happened tonight. Men and women must be vastly
different. I can't think of any way I would let her make love to
someone else, just so she wouldn't get her feelings hurt.

This girl/woman amazes me more all the time. Listening to her talk so
sweetly with Amy after I had just made love to her was beyond my
comprehension.

Then I thought of Sam. She had caught me, still sticky, from making
love to another woman, but she didn't fly off the handle, as I know I
would have. Instead, she forgave me!

Were all women this smart, this understanding, this forgiving?
 
Suddenly, I felt ten years old, looking up at the world and wondering
what it was all about.
 
	* * * * * 

New Year's Eve day is a madhouse in Las Vegas. People come in from all
over the world. Some people book their reservations years in advance,
so when we all met for breakfast and Kristen asked us where we were
going  this evening, Ben told her that we had seats in one of the
smaller shows at our hotel, because everything else was sold out.

Kristen looked at him and asked, "Did you use a credit card?"

"Yes, why?"

She said, "I'll be right back," and she left the table.

I looked at Ben, and he just shrugged his shoulders.

Kris didn't come right back; she was actually gone for quite a while.
We were finished with breakfast by the time she did get back. But when
she sat down, she was smiling. She handed Ben an envelope and said,
"Las Vegas exists on many levels. Trades and favors are the tools of
the trade here. If you're owed a favor and you don't take advantage of
it, you're actually looked down on. My family is owed lots of favors
here, and our rooms and meals don't begin to scratch the surface. So,
if nobody minds, I've arranged for some seats in the main showroom
tonight, and some other things later."

Then she asked the other girls to come with her to the ladies room.

After they left, Ben opened the envelope and looked inside. It was a
credit card receipt showing that the hotel had refunded him the cost
of the tickets for tonight's show.

When the girls came back, they were talking excitedly about the
wedding. 
Most of the big hotels in Las Vegas have wedding chapels, so the
nuptials were going to be performed right here at two o'clock. All the
loving couple had to do was go to city hall and get the wedding
license.

The girls offered to go with them, but Ben and Kate decided to do it
by themselves.

We were still in the breakfast area when Chip and his dad stopped by.

Ben and Kate got up and excused themselves, so the O'Leary's sat down
with us.

Amy had showered, removed all her makeup, and her hair was in twin
pigtails. She looked about fourteen years old, and Chip kept staring
at her. Finally, he hesitantly asked, "Amy, is it that you?"

Amy moved closer to him, blinked her eyes up at him and said, "Gee,
you must be Chip. I'm Debbie, Amy's little sister. She says you have a
neat car. How about taking me for a ride?"

He looked confused as he leaned back and asked, "Uhh, where's Amy?"

"Oh, I haven't seen her since the guy in the Ferrari picked her up
last night. I don't know why she likes him. I don't care if he is a
basketball player; that car of his rides real bumpy."

Chip jumped up like a snake had bitten him, and he gasped, "He picked
her up last night?"

"Yeah, it was real late. I always hate it when he does that."

Chip excused himself in a hurry, saying he had some things to do.

It was quiet at the table for a minute after Chip rushed away; then,
abruptly, Mr. O'Leary started laughing. The girls followed, and so did
I.

When he could finally talk, Mr. O'Leary said to Amy, "That was
beautiful! It's about time someone pulled a fast one on him. How old
are you, really?"

Amy lowered her eyes demurely, and said, "Why, Mister O'Leary, a lady
doesn't divulge such intimate details, even to a charming man such as
yourself." This caused him to break up laughing again.

Once he'd caught his breath, he looked at Mom, smiled, and said,
"Things may not be as they seem around here. Do you have some things
you want to tell me?"

Mom stood up and said, "Maybe later, but right now, I would like you
to show me how to win at the craps table!"

He said, "Oh! That's easy; come with me." And they walked arm-in-arm
into the casino.

Kris and Amy decided that they wanted to go to one of the shops, and I
had been eyeing an arcade that was next to where we were eating. So
they took off quickly in the direction of the shop, whereas I
sauntered leisurely toward the arcade. There, I got some quarters, and
started playing the machines.

I soon found out that Vegas arcade machines were much smarter than I
was, and I watched my quarter supply disappear faster than an ice cube
on a hot griddle. I'm sure it actually took longer than five seconds
flat, but it really seemed that brief a time to me. So, I shook my
head and went to one of the bars to order a Coke.

When I walked up to the bar, I noticed a blonde sitting a few stools
down, but her back was to me. As I sat sipping my Coke, she looked
over at me and I looked back. She probably had been very pretty at one
time, and even now, she wasn't bad looking, but she did seem used up.
Everything about her was frowsy. Her dress was faded, her shoes were
scuffed, and there were several holes in her stockings. I hadn't had a
lot of experience in these things, but even a rube could figure out
that this girl was almost surely a prostitute.

When she saw me looking, she got up and moved to the stool next to me.
Just as she did, Kris and Amy walked up behind her. Kris noticed I saw
them, and held her forefinger to her lips.

The blonde said, "Hi honey, you wanna date?"

Trying to look as innocent as I could, I said, "Gee ma'am, you're
awful purty. I'd love to have a date with you. Where would you like to
go?"

Her eyes narrowed and she said, "Well, that depends. How much money do
you have?"

I was about to say something, when Kris reached around her and put her
hand on my crotch. She looked at Amy and said, "Jesus, Fifi, you
oughtta feel this thing. It's enormous! Let's take him to our room and
give him a freebee."

Amy looked at the blonde and said, "Sorry, honey, Mimi says this one's
too good to pass up. Tell you what, we'll give you one of ours the
next time we're working here."

As we walked away from the startled hooker, Kris said, "Damn, Pete. We
leave you alone for five minutes, and you go to a pro," and they both
started cracking up.

Two o'clock was still a ways off, so we decided to go to our room and
rest for a while. We asked Amy to join us, but she said she was also
going to lie down for a while. After we got to the room, we lay down
on the bed and just relaxed.

I looked over at Kristen and said, "Are you having a good time?"

She turned to me and said, "Pete, I can't tell you how much fun I'm
having. Your mom is the greatest, and so are Ben and Kate. I've been
here before, but this is the most fun I've ever had. Watching you and
the girls dance was absolutely amazing. You continue to surprise me."

A thought crossed my mind, and I said, "I want to thank you for
getting us seats in the big show tonight. You said some other things
would happen. What are they?"

She started giggling and said, "It's fun stuff. You'll see. By the
way, wear your new outfit again tonight."

A little before two o'clock, Mom tapped on the door, and we all went
to the chapel to watch Kate and Ben get married. Unlike some of the
places I had seen while driving around town, the chapel at our hotel
was elegant and the ceremony, although rather brief, was said to be
very nice. Ben asked me if I would act as best man, and handed me a
plain gold band.

When he did that, a lump formed in my throat, and stayed for several
minutes. I had to admit to myself, 'No wonder Kate fell in love with
him; the dude's a class act.'

After a brief explanation of how things would go, Kate and I were
directed  to a room just outside the main room, and while we were
waiting for the pre-recorded wedding march to start, I had a chance to
look at her.

She was more beautiful than ever. I guess it was because of the
pregnancy, but her skin actually seemed to glow. Her breasts had
always been beautiful to me, but now they were fuller than ever, and
she had never looked sexier. When I had first heard that Kate and Ben
were getting married, I wondered how I would feel when it actually
happened. Now that the time was here, there was a bit of longing for
her, but I realized that it was the right thing for Kate. Deep down, I
knew that she would be happier married to Ben than seeing me from time
to time. I merely had to learn to fully reconcile myself to that fact.
Somehow.

Without warning, she sniffled and trembled a little, so I asked, "Are
you okay?"

She looked up at me and said, "I'll always love you, my darling, but I
love Ben too, and I'm happy Pete; I really am."

Suddenly, there was a commotion, as a door banged open and a woman's
voice cried out, "Kate, Kate, where are you?"
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