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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (mf, mF)  Chapter 36
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CHAPTER 36

It was after one in the morning as we walked down the street, but in
Las Vegas, it could just as easily be early evening. The casinos were
packed and the streets were full of people. And not just because it
was New Year's Eve; the town is that way all the time. The casinos
never close and some of the places downtown don't even have doors;
they use air-curtains to keep out the brutal desert heat and what
passes for the winter cold.

The night was made as bright as day by the millions of lights, as each
casino tried to out-do the others with giant displays and lighted
billboards hundreds of feet in the air.

We walked quietly along, holding hands. Each of us was lost in thought
about what had happened tonight.

It seemed to me like a dream. Mom, Amy, and I, had actually danced on
stage in Las Vegas to a full orchestra. And Kristen, singing, with a
voice like an angel.

Then I thought about Amy, and how gorgeous she looked in the outfit
the magician had loaned her.

And finally, there was Mom. Beautiful, poised Mom, and how Tomaso
looked when we left them.

I almost burst out laughing. The singer was world famous, and I'm sure
he had women falling at his feet wherever he went. But I knew the look
on his face when he was talking to Mom. He was enchanted. The
handsome, debonair world traveler reminded me of a puppy. I could
almost see his tongue hanging out.

Then a cold chill took me. Would she spend the night with him? Would
he be one of the men that she would be with, under the terms of her
and Dad's "arrangement?" I know I should be more adult about it, but,
suddenly, I wasn't in such a good mood anymore.

I guess Kristen noticed, because she asked, "Is everything okay?"

I pretended there was nothing wrong by answering, "Yeah, I'm fine. I
was just thinking how great you and Tomaso sounded. Truly, Kristen, it
was sensational."

She again hugged me, but more gently this time, and said, "My mom
insisted I start taking singing lessons when I turned seven. When I
was fourteen, I actually sang with the LA symphony a few times."

"Do you still sing with them?"

She grinned and said, "No, I gave it up when I discovered boys."

She looked so cute when she said it, that I suddenly got an urge. I
said,
"Why don't we go back to the room and you can discover some more about
this boy?"

She said, "That's funny; I was just thinking the same thing." [[I
forgot to tell you that I thought this bit of dialogue worked quite
well.]]

We turned and made a bee-line for our hotel.

It was after two o'clock when we got back to the hotel, but the casino
was still crowded. We were making our way to the elevators, when
Kristen suddenly stopped. She had a strange look on her face, so I
asked what was the matter.

She said, "Hold on a minute;" then she went to a house phone and
dialed a number.

She stood there for a while. When no one answered, she got a serious
look on her face, and said, "C'mon."

We went back to Mason's suite. The door was locked and no one answered
when she knocked.

I said, "He's probably asleep."

"No way! This time, you knock, and knock hard."

I started pounding on the door and kept pounding until I heard someone
trying to unlock it. The door opened a few inches and the minute it
did, Kristen bulled her way through it, almost knocking down the
person who had opened it.

I followed her in, and a couple on one of the couches quickly sat up.
The girl was one of Mason's assistants. The guy had his hand under her
skirt, and she had one leg wrapped around him. On a coffee table in
front of them was a glass platter full of white powder, and several
people were gathered around it.
Two guys were standing by the bar, talking to two girls. One girl was
the other assistant. She was nude from the waist up and was acting as
bartender.

Kristen disappeared into the bedroom, and a split second later, she
screamed "Pete!"

The tone of her voice sent shivers through me, and I lunged toward the
room. The door had been swinging closed behind Kristen. It had etched
glass panels in it, and when I charged through, it slammed against the
wall and the panel shattered.

The sight in front of me made my blood run cold.
Amy was lying on the bed. Her blouse was open and her bra was
unbuttoned. Her skirt was up around her waist, but her panties were
still on. 
It looked like we got there just as things got started.

Kristen was on the bed next to Amy, holding her head.

There were two guys in the room. I must have scared them when I burst
in, because one was cowering in a corner and the other was standing
next to the bed. It was Mason. He had his shirt and shoes off, and
when he looked at me, his eyes were shiny, like he was loaded.

I looked at Amy, then back at Mason. The gravity of the situation hit
me and I completely lost it! 
I rushed at him and hit him so hard it felt like his face crumpled. 
He crashed against a wall and sank to the floor, so I went to the
other guy. I picked him up by the shirt collar [[Another homonym
pair.]] and belt, and I threw him through the doorway onto the coffee
table. It shattered into dozens of pieces.

Then I went to the bed. Kristen had covered Amy up, and was holding
her and trying to talk to her, but my new sister wasn't moving.

I was horrified now, and I screamed, "WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH HER?"

Kristen was all business. She said, "I think I know. Get me a wet
cloth, then come here and keep talking to her. I'm going to make a
phone call."

I ran to the other room to get a cloth, and the place was empty.
Everybody had left in such a hurry that they'd left the door standing
open. I kicked it closed; then I wet a cloth at the bar and ran back
into the bedroom.

I took Amy from Kristen and began talking to her and wiping her brow.
I was so terrified that I was shaking! This couldn't be happening!!
Not to my Amy.

Kristen got on the phone and was using the tone she had used when she
was talking to the thugs that night. She was barking orders, and when
she finished, she slammed the phone down.

She said, "A doctor will be here in a minute. There's one on staff
right here in the hotel. If this is what I think it is, it's probably
Roofies. Mace  must have slipped it in her drink."

I saw red again, and I looked over at Mason. He was still lying on the
floor next to the bed and he hadn't moved since I hit him. Blood was
running from his mouth, and he was making gurgling noises. I started
thinking about trying to rip his lungs out.

Just then, I heard the outer door fly open. Two guys in suits and one
in a smock, carrying a black bag, came running into the room. One of
the suits went to grab me, and Kristen shouted "Stop it!"

The other suit put his hand on the first one, and said, "It's okay;
he's with Miss Mariani."

The guy in the smock was looking at Amy; then he saw Mason on the
floor and said, "Oh Shit." He went to him and checked him out. Then he
sat him up and told the second suit to hold him that way. He turned to
the first suit and said, "Go through his pockets and bring what you
find to me." Then he went to his bag, pulled out a syringe and set it
on a night stand. 

When he got back to Amy, she seemed to be mumbling. 
He asked Kristen, "What's her name?" Kristen told him and he started
talking loudly to her, saying, "Amy, wake up, wake up."

Her head was rolling around and she continued to mumble.

The suit who had been looking through Mason's pockets, handed the
doctor a small bottle. The doctor took a look at it and said, "That's
what I suspected. It's Rohypnol. He probably put some in her drink,
but I doubt she drank all of it."

He pointed to the syringe and said, "I have some Romazicon here, but I
don't think we need it; she's coming out of it already." 
He once again checked her over before he stood up and said, "She
shouldn't have any after-effects from the Rohypnol, but she seems to
have consumed a lot of alcohol, so she'll probably have a hang-over.
Try to get her up and walking, and keep her near a bathroom. She's
likely to vomit."

I said, "Shall I get her some coffee?"

"No, she won't be able to keep it down. Just make sure if she gets
sick, that she drinks a lot of water."

Then he looked at Mason, shook his head, and said, "This one is in bad
shape. You must have hit him pretty hard. Are you okay?"

For the first time, I noticed my hand. There was a twinge that flared
into an ache, and I saw that the skin was broken in several places. He
looked at it and said, "You'll be fine; go wash it with soap and
water, then come back and I'll put something on it."

I went to the bathroom and washed it off. When I came out, Kristen was
standing at the door holding Amy up. They went in and closed the door.

Back in the bedroom, Mason seemed to be awake. He was still on the
floor, but he was holding his jaw, and the doctor was on the phone.

Suit #1 came to me and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. What's going to happen now?"

"The doctor is calling for an ambulance. You broke his jaw pretty
good.  Doc say's he'll have it wired shut, and he'll probably lose a
few teeth, but  he'll be okay."

"Uhh, am I in trouble?"

He laughed and said, "No you're not in trouble. He's been asking for
this for a long time. Ask Miss Mariani."

Kristen came in just as the doctor hung up. He looked at her and said,
"Well, young lady, it looks like you did it again. I may have to ask
the hotel to hire you full time as an angel of mercy. How's your
friend?"

Kristen said, "She's in there throwing up, but I think she'll be okay.
But doctor, how long are they going to let him get away with this kind
of thing?"

He looked at me, then at her, and said, "You know the answer to that."

She looked at the floor, shook her head, and sighed. "Yes,
unfortunately, I do."

We collected a very green-looking Amy, and the three of us went
upstairs.

It was after three in the morning, and when Amy opened the door to her
room, Mom wasn't there. So Kristen insisted that Amy come to our room.

When we got there, the girls went into the bathroom and I sat
thinking. It had been an interesting day, to say the least. But,
somehow, the thing that bothered me most, was the fact that Mom wasn't
in her room.
I couldn't get the picture of what she and Tomaso were probably doing,
out of my mind. I knew that I should be grown-up enough to accept it,
but I just wasn't.

When the girls came out of the bathroom, they had taken off their
outer clothes, but both were wearing panties. Kristen had on a t-shirt
and Amy was wearing one of mine.

Kristen had a twinkle in her eye when she said, "This may not be the
kind of threesome you like, but it's as good as you're gonna get
tonight."

We helped Amy into bed; then I stripped to my shorts and Kristen and I
got in beside her.
 
Amy was on the side nearest the bathroom.

I went to hold Kristen and she was shaking a little. 

I said, "I think Amy will be okay now; try to relax."

"It's not that; it's Mason. I hope you broke his jaw so badly that he
won't be able to talk for a year."

Then she looked at me and said, "Jesus, you hit him hard. I think I
actually heard his jaw break. You were like the Incredible Hulk in
there. Would you have gone after him like that, if it had been me in
there?"

"Of course I would. I feel strongly about the people I love."

"You love Amy a lot, don't you?"

I smelled a problem here, so I was careful when I answered her
question. "Yes I do. I wasn't kidding when I said that she was like a
part of me. I feel the same way about Erin. My family is very
important to me, and like it or not, you're part of that family now."

She snuggled against me and made a little purring noise at the same
time I could feel the tension slowly leave her body.

I started to relax too, and was almost asleep when the phone rang. I
went to answer it, but Kristen beat me to it. In a gruff voice, she
told him or her that we would call them tomorrow, and not to disturb
us anymore.

I said, "Who was that?"

"It was the hotel. I was expecting the call. Don't worry about it.
We'll take care of it tomorrow."

I was too tired to argue, so I dropped off to sleep.

The damned phone rang again at five-thirty.

This time, I answered it, and Mom's voice asked, "Have you seen Amy?"

"Yeah, Mom. She didn't feel good last night, and she fell asleep in
here."

"Is she all right?"

"Yeah, she's fine. Uhh, Mom, are you okay?"

"Yes dear, I'm fine. We'll talk in the morning."

I was way too tired to worry about anything more and I went right back
to sleep.


	Wednesday

I was the first one awake the next morning. It was ten thirty, and I
was still sleepy, but the first thing I noticed were the two girls
lying beside me. Both of them had rumpled hair, and some time during
the night, one of them had pulled the covers off their side. Amy was
facing away from me and Kristen was lying on her back with one arm
across me, and one leg lying on Amy. They looked so damn cute that I
wanted to get a picture, so I slid out of bed and grabbed my digital
camera. I took several pictures. Then I yelled, "WAKE UP!" and shot
them as they jumped up and looked sleepily at me.

Kristen threw a pillow at me; then she looked in alarm at Amy when she
groaned and fell back down.

Kristen called room service and ordered coffee and breakfast rolls.
Then  she spent the time until it got here, helping Amy to the
bathroom, and telling me what a jerk I was for waking them up that
way. 

I thought it was funny when I did it, but the look on their faces told
me I made a mistake, so I apologized to both of them, and offered to
throw myself out of the window.

They were both considering it when the coffee showed up.

After some aspirin and several cups of coffee, Amy seemed to have
regained her will to live, so we started to talk about what happened
last night

Amy couldn't recall a thing. The last thing she said she remembered
was sitting at the bar, drinking with Mason. She didn't even remember
coming to our room.

We told her what we knew of what had happened. At first, she was
frightened; then she grew intensely angry. Mason was lucky he wasn't
nearby right then. I would likely have pitied him after she was done
with him.

Amy looked at Kristen and said, "How could he do something like that?"

Kristen replied, "Because he's scum. I should never have left you
alone with him, but I was assured that he had reformed. As you saw, he
can be very charming, and you were having such a good time, I just
didn't think he would do it again."

I said, "What do you mean 'again'?"

"Two years ago, he tried to put some moves on me right in front of
Barry. That didn't work, so he picked on another girl. A little later,
I overheard one of his buddies saying that as soon as he got her drunk
enough, they were going to pass her around. So Barry and I got Chip to
help us and we went back to his suite. The girl was passed out on the
bed, and Mason was on top of her. Chip dragged him off, and when I
tried to talk to her,  she wouldn't wake up, so I called the doctor.
That time, it turned out to be some kind of downer. But she was only
fifteen, and her father found out about it."

I said, "So what happened? Did Mason go to jail?"

"No, this is Las Vegas. Apologies and promises were made, the girl's
college education was guaranteed, and it all went away. The police
never even knew it happened."

"But if the hotel knows he acts this way, why do they let him work
here?"

"Because he's one of the biggest draws in town. Do you have any idea
how much money his name brings to this hotel? It's in the millions.
What you did to him last night will put him out for at least a month,
and it'll cost them a lot of money."

Suddenly, I was a little worried. I asked, "Uhh, are they going to
come after me?"

She grinned and said, "No, they won't dare touch you for a couple of
reasons. One, if you'll excuse me for saying it, you have friends in
high places, and two, they are going to want your co-operation with
Amy."

Amy said, "Me? What do you mean?"

Kristen said, "Do you have a college picked out?"

"Gee, no. We have a nice settlement from Dad's accident, but not
enough to consider a first rate college."

"Well, let my dad's people talk to them, and you'll be able to go
anyplace you want. And knowing your grades, that'll be almost
anywhere."

I said, "I can understand that they would be concerned that Amy might
sue them or something, but why would they pay for college?"

"It's their favorite way of covering things up. They do it for a
couple of reasons. There is no actual payoff, so there is, legally
speaking, no admission of guilt on their part, and the positive
publicity they get from sponsoring a student is good for their image."

Amy and I sat there shaking our heads.

Just then, the phone rang. I let Kristen get it, and she said 'uh-huh'
and 'Okay' a lot.

She told us, "It's Dad. The hotel told him what happened, and he wants
to meet us and go over what went on. I told him we were hungry and
he's going to have food sent to his suite. Let's get showered."

Amy went next door to get ready, and Kristen and I hit the shower
together. We were both still a little tired, and the water felt good
cascading off us.
Suddenly, Kristen wrapped her arms around me. She looked up and said,
"I seem to remember we started out to do something last night and we
somehow got side-tracked."

I kissed her and said, "Yes I vaguely remember something about it. But
the next thing I knew, I was in bed with two women. Was, uhh, one of
them you?"

She grinned and said, "Yes, I was the sober one. But you probably
don't remember, because you were snoring too loud!"

We were laughing and drying off when there was a tap on the door.
I answered it with a towel around me. It was Amy; she immediately came
in. I continued drying myself, then started putting on my clothes.

Kristen was staring at us as she asked, "You guys don't mind being
naked in front of each other?"

We looked at each other, then back at her. Both of us shrugged and
shook our heads.

Amy said, "It surprised me when I first moved in, but the whole family
is totally casual about it. Before long, I was comfortable, too."

Kristen got a naughty look on her face and said, "You've seen that
gorgeous dad of his naked, too?"

Amy said, "You bet, and if you think this one has a package, you ought
to see --"

I yelled, "THAT'S ENOUGH!" to roars of laughter from both the girls.

After I glared at them until they quieted down, I asked Amy, "How's
Mom doing?"

"She was sleeping, so I didn't wake her. She must have been out late."

I just nodded.

Then Amy said, "Kate came by. She and Ben are going shopping. They'll
leave a message for us when they get back."

The three of us went up one more floor, into what must have been one
of the penthouse suites. I thought ours was big, but this one was at
least twice as large. It had a small but elegant dining room; it even
had a patio that looked over downtown Las Vegas.

Mr. Mariani was dressed, as usual, in a crisp suit. He looks like one
of those guys who could dig a ditch in a suit and never get dirty. He
called to room service; then he had us sit down at the dining table.

The girls pulled their chairs up next to me while he sat across from
us and put a small microphone on the table.

He said, "I'm going to record what we say here. Please be thorough and
honest. I need to know the complete story."

He talked to Amy first. He asked her to describe what went on from the
moment she came into the showroom until this morning.

She told him everything that happened, including the secrets about how
she disappeared from the box, all the conversations she and Mason had,
and everything else, all the way to when she woke up in our room.

Just as she finished, room service arrived. It wasn't like any room
service food I'd ever seen before; it was more like a banquet. It took
two guys to serve everything.

After we stuffed ourselves, he asked Kristen to tell her story. She
said that it was just a hunch that made her call Amy's room. When
there was no answer, she smelled a rat and we went to his suite.

She told what was going on in the front room and what I did when I
found Mason.

That part of the description of events went on longer than I thought
necessary. She described exactly what I did when I hit Mason, even to
the look in my eyes and the sound that my fist made. Then how I seemed
to lift the other guy off the ground and throw him, as though he was a
sack of trash, into the living room. The telling of it lasted longer
than the action itself, and when she finished, she moved a little
closer to me and put her hand on my arm.

When it was my turn, I couldn't really add very much to what Kristen
said.

Mr. Mariani asked a few questions; then he asked the girls to take
their coffee out on the patio and close the door.

He sat looking at me thoughtfully for a minute or so. Then he asked
me,  "Have you ever wondered why I let my only daughter date you, then
go away and be alone with you?"

"Well, sir, I never really thought about it. I guess it's because
she's almost nineteen, and pretty much has a mind of her own."

He laughed and said, "Well, there's that, of course, but more than
that, you and your family are exceptional people. I know what you did
with Ms. Coombs, and then with Amy. And I watched my daughter change
since she met you. You're a good man, Pete, and I hope you stay that
way, because I've never seen my daughter so happy. I never really
approved of her former friend and the crowd he hung around with. Not
that they are bad, but they were a little more mature the she was, and
it worried me. She has probably told you that her brother and I aren't
around a lot. Especially me. And if future plans hold true, I'll be
gone even more.

"But, that's not the reason I wanted to talk to you. I don't know if
you've thought about the future. But you know that when she graduates,
she'll be going away to college and you'll be in high school for
another year. Have you talked about it?"

"Yes sir, we talked about it a little, but until we spent this time
together,  I don't think we really knew how strongly we felt about
each other."

"Do you love her?"

"Yes sir, I do."

He looked out at Kristen, standing with Amy on the patio; then he
looked back at me. He studied my face for a few seconds before he
spoke again. He said, "Pete, I've had a measure of success in my
lifetime, and at times I think I'm a pretty smart guy. But I've never
been able to understand where my daughter got her strength. I've
watched her grow into a strong capable young woman, and I've watched
her in stressful situations. She's amazing! She never loses her cool.

"Even as a little girl, she was a take-charge person. When she started
dating her ex-boyfriend, I was a little concerned, as any father would
be, but I was never worried. I knew that no-one was ever going to talk
her into anything she didn't want to do, and I knew that she was smart
enough to keep out of situations that would harm her.

"Then you came into her life, and she showed a side I'd never seen
before. Not only does she love you, but she seems willing to allow you
to be her protector. I'm proud of you for instilling such trust in
her, but I'm concerned that she's vulnerable for the first time since
I can remember. You have the ability to hurt her badly Pete. Please
don't."

His words had a profound effect on me. This wasn't some adult talking
down to a teen-aged kid. It was a man, asking another man to be
careful with someone he loved very much. I was stunned and a little
overwhelmed by the responsibility. I think it was at that moment I
first realized that I was growing up.

I said, "Mr. Mariani, you have my word I won't do anything to hurt
her."

He said, "Good," and stuck out his hand.

We shook hands and I saw him stifle a yawn. Then he said, "I
absolutely have to get some sleep. Your mother wore all of us out last
night, and my phone started ringing at six this morning."

Shocked, I said, "I beg your pardon?"

He said, "The hotel, they started calling me just after I got to my
room."

"No, I mean the part where Mom wore you out?"

"Oh, that. Your mother, Tomaso, and I sat at a table in the all night
showroom and your mother danced both of us to death. I doubt that
Tomaso can even walk this morning."

Then he got a big grin on his face, and he said, "Honestly, Pete, I
haven't had such a good time since my wife left us. Your mother is a
wonderful woman."

I felt like a huge and painful weight had been lifted off of me. I
said, "Yes, sir. I think so, too. And while we're talking, sir, I'd
like to ask your opinion about Tony and Tammy. As you know, she's like
a sister to me. Now that I've spent a little time with Tony, I feel
better about him, but I'm concerned for her. And, by the way, where
are they?"

"They flew back last night after the show. There was a problem in one
of his buildings." Then his eyes narrowed, and he said, "I know what
you mean. I'm concerned, too. I've never seen my son behave this way.
If anyone's in over their head, I think it might be he."

Then he winked and said, "But she's a lovely girl. I guess we'll just
have to keep our eye on them."

Just then, his phone rang. He answered it, and while he was talking,
he motioned for me to let the girls in.

He took that call, then another, and when he hung up, he said, "Well,
Pete, it looks like you did a good job last night. Mason's jaw is
going to require surgery, and he's going to be spending a lot of time
with a dentist. The other guy has a sprained back and several broken
fingers." 

He continued, "Now, this next part is important, and I want all of you
to pay attention. My people and I are going to go over all your
statements; then we're going to prepare a document. We'll take it to
the hotel people and work with them until it turns into something that
everybody can live with. But, I'm going to tell you right now, that it
won't resemble what really happened. Kristen has been through this,
and she knows what I mean.

"Mason will not only come out of this clean, he may even be portrayed
as a hero. This is Las Vegas, and I'm going to ask you to live with
it.
Pete, you and your family can stay at this hotel from now on without
charge. You'll stay here in rooms like you have now, and everything
that goes on while you're here will be free as long as this hotel
stands.
Amy, you are included in that, and if you allow me to handle this,
your education and any reasonable peripherals will be assured at the
college of your choosing."

Amy looked at him and said, "So Mason walks away free, is that right?"

"Well, if you can call living in pain for a month or so free, yes,
you're right. But, I assure you that the hotel will keep a much closer
watch on him from now on."

Amy sighed and said, "Okay, Mr. Mariani, I'll leave it up to you."

He said, "Fine. Now, I have some work to do, and I have to get some
rest. I'm leaving tomorrow morning, but I'd consider it a favor if you
all would all have dinner with me tonight."

Kristen said, "Daddy, does that include Kate and Ben?"

"Of course. I really didn't get a chance to congratulate them
properly. Perhaps I can do it tonight. And there might be a surprise
guest."

"Oh Daddy, who?"

"As I mentioned, it's a surprise, but dinner is going to be someplace
you like."

Kristen's eyes lit up, and she said questioningly, "The Emperor Room?"

He said, "Yes! Now, get out of here and let me get to work."

When we got back to the room, the red light on the phone was blinking.
When I picked it up, there was a frantic message from Mom, telling us
to get hold of her, so we rushed next door. Mom, Ben, and Kate were
waiting there with a million questions about what went on last night.

I let Kristen tell the story.

Mom ended up holding Amy, and they both started crying.

I was at a loss as to why, so I pulled Kristen aside and asked her.

She said, "Your mom is crying because she's glad Amy is okay. Amy is
crying because your mom is crying, and she's upset about what could
have happened. It's a good thing you put him in the hospital. If he
showed up right now, she'd put him in the hospital!"

I just shook my head.

When things calmed down, I asked Mom about last night. She quickly
brightened up and started telling me about all the attention she got
from both Tomaso and 'Robert'.

I looked at her and said "Robert?"

"Yes, Kristen's father."

Then she went on to tell us that even Josh O'Leary had dropped by to
tease her about being my 'sister' and she ended up dancing with him,
too.

After the proper amount of teasing about Mom 'wearing out' the old
farts, Kristen and I told everyone about the dinner her dad had
planned.

Then Amy said she'd like to lie down for a while, and so did Mom.

Ben and Kate went back to their room, so Kristen and I left the room
and suddenly realized that we were alone for the first time in a
while.

I asked Kristen if she would like to take a walk, or maybe hang around
the pool. She said, "No Pete, why don't we just go to the room and
relax.
I'm tired and I'd just like to go somewhere quiet for a while."

That sounded like a very good idea, because I was also tired, so we
went into our room and lay down on the bed.

It was wonderful lying here in the quiet. I had one arm around Kristen
and I couldn't remember ever being more comfortable or peaceful.

After a while, Kristen asked, "What did you and Dad talk about?"

"You, and how crazy I am about you."

She turned towards me with a big smile and said, "Did you really tell
him you were crazy about me?"

I said, "No, I told him that I loved you."

"Did you really?!" she gushed. "What did he say?"

"He said, 'Good'!"

She said, "Oh Pete!" a split-second before she threw herself on top of
me, and started covering me with kisses.

It was wonderful having her on top of me. The pressure of her body and
the closeness had me hard as a rock in almost no time, and the
playfulness soon turned seriously sexual. I slipped off my pants and
shorts, and Kristen did the same. She still had her blouse on, and
lying there half-naked, she looked tremendously sexy. My cock was
sticking straight out, but my bladder was full, so I rolled off the
bed, said I'd be right back and went into the bathroom.

When I finished, I was standing at the sink, washing my hands. We had
eaten a big breakfast and I wasn't sure about my breath, so I grabbed
my electric toothbrush and gave my teeth a quick going-over.

I hadn't closed the bathroom door, and when I glanced into the mirror,
Kristen was lying on the bed watching me. One hand was behind her
head; the other was slowly stroking her pussy!

She looked so sexy it almost floored me!

I turned the toothbrush off; then I walked to the doorway and stood
there watching her. She smiled slightly; then she took her hand from
her pussy and put her fingers in her mouth. When they were wet, she
put her hand back on her pussy and began messaging herself again. But,
this time, she spread her outer lips, and began dipping her fingers
inside herself. She would rub for a bit, then put her fingers back in
her mouth, get them wet again and go back. Before long, her pussy was
glistening with her saliva and was turning the rich red I loved so
much.

Her eyes never left mine, but her lids closed slightly, and she
started squirming around on the bed.

The sight was astonishing, and I wanted to jump on her that very
second, but it was so mesmerizing that I didn't want her to stop. So I
went into the room, pulled a chair next to the bed, and sat there
watching her.

My cock was imitating a steel pole and I began stroking it as I
watched her bring herself to the brink. Her eyes would glaze over; she
would shudder slightly and stop for a minute to cool down.

She did this several times and I could tell she was getting closer to
coming every time.

Her entire body was red now, and I saw a pool of moisture begin to
turn  the bedspread dark under her crotch.

I had to stop stroking myself, or I would have come, and I wanted this
sight and the feelings to last for a while.

She shuddered again, and stopped moving for a second. This time, when
her eyes focused again, she glanced down at my hand.

I realized I still had the electric toothbrush in my free hand, so I
lay it on the arm of the chair.

She held her hands out for me to come to her, but I whispered, "Not
yet. I want to see you climax first." 

She said, "I have been! Lots of little ones."

I said, "I want to see a big one."

She said, "Well, Gee, I don't know if I can," but she began rubbing
herself again.

Her eyes were on mine again, and I could see her beginning to get
ready.  Her fingers were flying over her clit now, and it looked like
she was almost there. But, she seemed to have reached a plateau
without actually coming, and I could tell she was getting frustrated.

So, I pulled her hand away, turned on my electric toothbrush, and laid
the handle on her clit.

Her eyes got big for a minute; then I could see her orgasm slowly
building. She was getting close so I increased the pressure on her
clit, and when it happened, she closed her eyes, gasped and started
moaning. Fluid ran from her vagina and began covering the toothbrush
and my hand. She grabbed the toothbrush and held it against her for a
long time. She kept shuddering and coming until the battery started to
get weak. Then she collapsed on the bed and lay there with her eyes
closed.

I sat back as well. It was a fantastic experience, and I felt as weak
as the toothbrush battery. That's when I noticed the gobs of silvery
sperm running down the side of the bed.

I had come without even realizing it.

She seemed to be sleeping, so I pulled the bedspread over her and
stood up. The intensity of the situation was almost overwhelming, and
I was shaking when I heard the tap on the door.

I went to the door and said, "Just a minute," before I pulled on my
pants.

When I opened it, Amy breezed past me and said, "Kristen, I..."

She saw Kristen, apparently sleeping on the bed, stopped and said,
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Then she looked at me.

I guess I was still flushed from what had just taken place. Besides,
my  shirt wasn't tucked in and I still had a hard-on.

I saw her eyebrows rise as she looked at my face, then down at the
tent in my pants.

Her eyes were huge now and she began to back up. She was trying to
apologize when Kristen said, "Amy, come here!"

We both looked at Kristen, and she held her hand out to Amy.

Amy looked like she was almost in a trance when she went to the bed
and sat down next to Kristen.

Kristen pulled her head down and kissed Amy full on the lips. It was a
long, tender kiss, and Amy's eyes were open the whole time.

Then Kristen released Amy, pulled the covers back, spread her legs,
and said, "Pete, please come here."

Kristen looked back at Amy, took one of Amy's hands in hers, and said,
"Pete, please make love to me."

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I was shocked and
stunned at the same time. What was she thinking? What would Amy think?
My mind was a jumble as I looked at her, over at Amy, then back to her
again. Then the scent of her arousal and the sight of her beautiful,
blood-engorged lower body overwhelmed me. 

She never took her eyes off Amy as I slipped out of my pants and lay
next to her. When I got between her legs and entered her, I could see
that the knuckles on the hand that was holding  Amy's hand, turn
white. But Amy never flinched or made a sound. She just sat there with
her eyes returning Kristen's intense stare. 

It was unbelievable making love to her with Amy alongside us. It was
as though I was making love to both of them. And when I felt the heat
of Kristen's arousal begin to build, I could feel my own body also get
ready. 
I tried to wait for her, but it was too exciting, and when I came, it
was as though my whole self emptied into her.

Kristen's eyes flickered shut for a second and I could feel the warm
wetness flowing from her, as she came with me.

We were lying there holding each other when Amy said, "That was
beautiful!"

Kristen opened her eyes and looked at Amy for a minute; then she said,
"Amy, take off your clothes!"

Amy was shaking now, but she stood up and quickly stepped out of her
pants and blouse. She stood there in bra and panties, and Kristen
said, "Everything."

Amy stepped out of them. Quickly, Kristen stood up and took her to the
bed. She lay her down on a dry spot and sat next to her, then she
kissed her again. Amy was shaking violently now; Kristen reached down
and touched her between the legs. When she did, Amy's body jerked in
response.

Kristen looked at me and said, "Get her ready!"

I had no idea what was happening or how far this would go, but I was
so turned on that I didn't care.

I touched Amy's mound. The outside was dry, but the inside was wet and
I could tell from her musky odor that she was very turned on. I moved
her outer lips apart and stuck my tongue into her as far as it would
go.

Amy's eyes closed and she cried "OH God!"

I looked up, and Kristen was holding her and stroking her hair.

I went back to Amy and before long, she was almost awash with fluid.
 
Then I noticed something. When I was with Kate, the scent of her was
rich, but never offensive and even the few times we had made love when
we hadn't been able to bathe first, her odor was never bad. She was
always clean smelling, and had a slightly sweet taste.

Kristen and Sylvia had slightly stronger aromas. Not as sweet, and
when we finished, their scent was with me for a while. In some way, it
was actually sexier.

I tried to remember what Sam was like, but I couldn't, and it bothered
me a little that I couldn't.

Amy was the same as Kate. Her discharge was pleasant smelling and also
kind of sweet.

She was so turned on that she was trembling continuously. In fact, I
thought that I could feel her having little orgasms as I kissed and
licked around her beautiful pussy. I had been keeping away from her
clit, but the next time I felt her building to another little orgasm,
I changed my tactics; I wrapped my lips around her nubbin and started
lashing it with my tongue.

A long groan escaped from her, her body stiffened and she screamed,
"Kristen! What's happening to me?!?"

Kristen cradled Amy's head in her arms, and said, "Is that the first
time anyone ever kissed you down there?"

Amy shuddered and mumbled, "Uh huuuuh."

Kristen held her even tighter, and rocked back and forth until Amy
calmed down.

I looked at Kristen and she had an expression on her face that I can
only describe as peaceful. It was odd looking, but I don't think I
ever saw her look more beautiful.

Then she looked at me, and quietly said, "Make love to her."

A little worried, I said, "Are you sure?"

She nodded, and moved aside so I could get on top of Amy.

I was rock hard again, and Kristen actually took hold of my cock and
guided me into Amy.

At first, Amy was staring, wide-eyed, at both Kristen and I.

Then, as I began using long slow strokes, she relaxed and began moving
with me.

As I went on, her movements got stronger and stronger. Soon, she
locked her legs around my back and began to force me deeper until I
could feel my pelvis grinding into her. She was writhing around on the
bed now and moaning loudly. 

When she began coming, it excited me so much that I did too. It was
wild and erratic, and we thrashed around, making a mess of the
bedclothes.

When we finally collapsed on the bed together, she cried, "Oh Pete, I
love you; I love you so!"

It took me a second to realize what she had said, and when I did, I
looked over at Kristen.

She was still smiling quietly.

Then Amy's eyes flew open and she looked at Kristen with a horrified
expression on her face.

Before she had a chance to say anything, Kristen kissed her on the
forehead and said, "It's okay; I know you love him. I love him, too."

I was exhausted, and I lay back on the bed and watched two of the most
important people in my life, hug each other.

Kristen said, "Pete, please go take a shower, then go get us some
Cokes. Amy and I need to talk."

I was glad to hear her say those words. There was no way I could
figure out how or why this had happened. So I went in and soaked in
the shower for a while. After I came out, I threw some clothes on and
as I passed through the bedroom, they were still holding each other,
and were deep in conversation. 
I went down to the lobby and looked around for a while; then I went to
the mini-store and picked up some Cokes. I deliberately took my time
and it was almost forty-five minutes later when I let myself back into
the room.

I heard the shower running, so I looked in. I could see Kristen, but
Amy wasn't there.

When she got out and was drying herself off, I thought I could hear
her humming to herself, so I asked her, "Are you okay?"

She looked up at me, and she had the biggest smile I'd ever seen her
wear on her face, and she said, "Pete, I'm better than okay; I'm
wonderful!"

"Uhh, Kristen, what's going on?"

She said, "Go take the bedspread off the bed and hang it by the window
to dry. I'll tell you once I finish here." 

I did as I was told, and a minute later she came out with a towel on
her head. She sat on the couch and patted a spot next to her.

I sat down next to her and she began talking.

She said, "Pete, when we were together with Della, two major things
happened to me. I made a decision about my sexuality and I was finally
sure about my feelings for women. The second thing was, I was positive
that I was in love with you. It was as though a weight had been lifted
from me, and I was happier than I had been in a long time.

"But, I've always been confused about Amy. I've never had as much
admiration or respect for a girl as I have for her. I knew she was in
love with you, but I didn't know the depth of it or her feelings about
me until what she said about me that night at the restaurant. I now
know what you mean when you say you love Amy like she's a part of you.
I feel the same way about her, and I think we'll be friends for the
rest of our lives.

"I was trying to think of a way to show her how much I love her when
today happened. I thought I might be jealous if I saw you two
together. Instead, I was happy for both of you. I know that this might
be hard for you to comprehend, but I wasn't jealous watching you with
Amy. It was as though you were making love to me, through her. Amy
understands, and we are closer now than I thought I could be with any
person."

I said, "Where is she now?"

"She went to lie down. It was a very emotional time for her. I wish I
could tell you how wonderful you made her feel by making love to her
the way you did. Actually, it's been emotional for both of us, and I'd
like to lay in your arms for a while."

I lay back with her and held her close to me. I guess I should be old
enough to understand how women feel, but this was beyond me. The last
thing I remembered before I drifted off to sleep was how wonderful
Kristen felt lying next to me.

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