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	The following is fiction of an adult nature.  If I believed in
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this and I'd never have bothered to write it.  IMHO, if you can
read and enjoy, then you're old enough to read and enjoy.

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	All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and any
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	If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read
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Chapter 14   Spectator Sport

I did get an early start on dinner.  Funny how these things work
out.  I was roasting some chicken, steaming some rice.  An hour
to roast the chicken, 55 minutes to steam the rice.

I sat down, fair-to-middling weary; a back rub sounded good. 
Combined with judicious applications of front rubs -- even
better.

Susan appeared from her room.  Earlier, she'd been studying.

"Mom, could we talk?"

"Sure, Susan."

I was a little surprised when she waved at the pool deck, but it
was in the shade now, so I went outside with her.

"Is everything okay?  Any problems at school?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Linda?"

"We were talking today.  I told her I was thinking it was time to
flit."

"And what did Linda say?"

"She said she'd been thinking about it too."  Susan was silent
for a second.  "We haven't been together since Saturday."

Nancy and her stupid "cool it for a while."  On the other hand,
Saturday hadn't been that long ago.

"Is it a problem for you?  For Linda?"

"No.  I really think it was time.  She does too."

"So, what's the problem?"

"I liked working with Amy this weekend.  She's really nice."

I have never, ever felt so bad in my life.  I'd talked to Susan
for about two seconds about trying to become a foster parent for
Amy.

What had Jackie said about how bad the team gossiped?  Someone
had told Susan I'd been with Amy; from their personal experience,
they would assume things that weren't true.  Now I'd started
talking about having Amy move in.

"Do you like Amy?"  I asked.  Susan nodded.  "A lot?"

"Yes...  I don't know what to do, Mom.  I love you.  The team...
they think chasing after someone going with someone else is
'behaving like a guy'."

"Your dad was a guy and a pretty wonderful one at that."

"It's just an expression.  Mom, I know something happened at the
retreat.  Something about Amy and you."

"What did you hear?" I asked quietly.

"Something happened Saturday night.  No one knows what.  Gail,
Amy, Fred, you guys.  Coach already told everyone that anyone who
bothered Amy any more was off the team, just like that.  Marybeth
talked to everyone too; she said if she saw anyone pushing
anyone, they would be kicked off the team and they wouldn't want
to know how many times they would bounce.

"I called Amy yesterday and talked to her for a bit.  She doesn't
sound like something bad happened to her."

"Susan, you and I... we're family.  We love each other; more so
than most moms and daughters."

"I like being with you."

"The feeling is very mutual.  However, you are Susan Hunt.  You
are growing up, maturing as a woman.  The older you get, the less
we will be together.  Do you understand?"

She nodded, looking very serious.  "Not unwelcome, just less.  I
understand."

"Exactly," I told her.  "You will meet people in your life; you
already have.  Jaime, Linda, and now Amy.  Jamie and Amy are your
future, Susan.  Linda and me?  We're old relics."

She stuck her tongue out at me.  "I told Linda I would always be
her friend.  And she promised me the same."

"And that's good.  If you want to be friends of any degree with
Amy -- that's up to you and Amy.  It's not up to me."

"Won't you be jealous?"

"Is Linda jealous of you?"

"No."

"Is Linda jealous of me?  Am I jealous of Linda?"

Susan shook her head.

"I'm not going to ever be jealous of you, okay?"

Again Susan nodded.

"One last thing.  You and I have had secrets; presents, surprise
parties, things like that.  Neither one of us has ever not kept
someone else's secret.

"People have secrets, Susan.  In a way, a secret is like sex. 
When you know someone has a secret, and you ask... that's the
same thing as asking them for sex.  That's okay... once.  Do you
understand?"

Susan stood, obviously thinking.  Eventually, she nodded in
agreement.

"So, I'm going to tell you another secret, okay?"

"Okay, I promise not to tell."  It was pretty clear what she was
expecting to hear.

"The secret is that Gail has a secret of her own.  Amy has a
secret and Fred has a secret.  Each secret is very important to
the person who has it.  It would be pushing if you asked anyone
at all what those secrets are, now that I've told you about
them."

Susan blinked, and then realized what I'd done.

"That was a dirty trick.  Now I can't ask anyone or I won't make
the team."

I nodded my head.

"It's important?"  Susan isn't stupid, not at all.

"It's very important.  Someday if you get to know Amy really
well, maybe she'll tell you.  I promise that if you ever ask her
about it, I will be really, really disappointed in you.  Big
secrets like this have to come from the person they belong to. 
Pushing, even asking once, is just plain wrong."

"So I can kiss Amy, do things with Amy... and you won't mind?"

I smiled at her.  "One of these days I hope you stop being
clueless."

"I don't understand."

"You can ask her... once.  It's up to Amy to agree.  If she
doesn't... well, then I get my chance to ask."  Actually of
course, it would have to be Amy asking... but it was the point
that was essential.

Susan's face fell, so I took pity on her.  "Of course, I happen
to know Amy likes Fred a lot, Jackie a little.  For a long time
Jackie said no to everyone.  We just play the cards as they come,
Susan.  What I'm trying to say is that you might like Amy, but
there might be other people she likes more than you."

Susan nodded soberly, more thoughtful than ever.  I patted her on
the shoulder, got up to check on dinner.

I told Sherrie and Susan that Marybeth was coming over after
dinner; Susan said she had some studying to do, that and she
wanted to talk to Jamie on the phone.  Sherrie helped me load the
dishwasher.  Once we got it going the two of us went into the
family room.

"I can't thank you enough," Sherrie told me.  I was surprised
when she reached out and hugged me; surprised again when I felt
her nipples pop up against me when she did.  Mine were only a few
milliseconds behind.  It was so uncannily like what had happened
with Jackie; I shivered.

Sherrie backed away, blushing.

I shook my head, trying to make the best of it.  "Maybe it would
make it simpler if I were to go hug your mom," I said with a
laugh.

The blush vanished, replaced with giggles.  "Sherrie, not while
you're living here, okay?"

"I don't know what to say," she said quietly.  "I never, ever
expected that to happen."

The doorbell went off and I went to get it.

I led Marybeth back to the family room.  "Not interrupting
anything, am I?"  Marybeth asked.

"No," Sherrie and I both said at once.

"Nice to see you, Sherrie.  It's been a while," Marybeth said as
she walked closer and hugged Sherrie.  Sherrie hugged back, but
there were no kisses.

"Still my frosty lady, I see."  Marybeth said with a laugh.  I
could see the Sherrie's nipples were no longer blatantly erect. 
Sherrie just shrugged.

Marybeth walked up to me, hugged me and then we kissed.  It was
deja vu once more.  Marybeth has an exquisitely talented tongue.
When I felt her hand rub across the front of my slacks, all I
could remember was the other night and how good it had been.  I
forgot everything else in the world except Marybeth's fingers
inside me, the pressure on my clit.  And like the last time, I
ended up hanging on for dear life, my knees shaky.

"However do you do that?" I asked, when my breathing was
something like normal.

"Practice, attention to detail.  Lots and lots of practice."

There was a sigh a few feet away and I turned to look.  Sherrie
was standing with a hand on one breast, the other pressing the
front of her jeans.

"Ah, my frosty lady has warmed up a bit!" Marybeth murmured, loud
enough for Sherrie to overhear.  Sherry had started to blush a
little when I looked at her; when Marybeth made her comment,
Sherrie's blushing went into overdrive.

Marybeth walked over to Sherrie, standing a few inches away from
her, but not touching her or even trying to.  "I'd like very much
to warm you up all the way, Sherrie."

Sherrie shook her head, tongue-tied.

Marybeth nodded and came back to me.  "Are your knees doing any
better?"

"Yes."  It was my turn to be embarrassed.

"Panties wet?"  Marybeth said that with a smile.

"Yes," I answered.  Marybeth had to know how wet I was, she'd had
her fingers there a few seconds before.

"Did you mind Sherrie watching?"

"I didn't notice -- you had my full and undivided attention."

"Would you mind if she watched some more?"

I thought about it for a second.  I didn't look at Sherrie; I
just shook my head.

Marybeth turned to Sherrie.  "Laura is going to lead me to her
bedroom in a minute.  You know me, Sherrie, I haven't changed. 
One person is all I need to brighten my moment.  You can watch if
you want... or decide to do something else."

Marybeth turned back to me, and I looked into her eyes.  Oh my! 
I was turned on by teenagers, but this woman, at least a decade
older than I was, had my heart pounding like a teenager again,
looking at the boy I first had a crush on, twenty plus years
ago.

"I'm not fond of threesomes, or foursomes, except when I'm
playing golf.  I'm not like Nancy.  I'm not sure why, but I've
never minded someone watching."

"I never tried it," I told Marybeth.  "Right now, I'm feeling a
little adventurous."

"Ah!  A girl after my own heart!  We'll come back to adventurous
in a bit.  Lead the way!"

I did lead her.  In spite of Marybeth's invitation I was mildly
surprised when I realized Sherrie was trailing along behind us. 
Marybeth and I undressed each other, kissing and touching as we
did.

"You lead this time," Marybeth muttered in my ear after we'd
hugged and kissed for a few minutes.

I looked down at her body.  I hoped when I was her age I looked
as good.  Marybeth was heavier than me, but she had a taut and
fit body, nearly as fit as Nancy.  Her breasts had some sag, but
mostly they didn't, sitting high on her chest.  A modest bush,
not nearly the wild growth that was Nancy or myself.

"Come sit on my face," I whispered.

She giggled as we moved into place.  "You know men are the
dimmest creatures in creation when they tell you the way to a
man's heart is through his stomach; you, dear Laura, know the way
to a woman's heart!"

She smelled faintly of lilacs, I'd never found the scent of
lilacs sexy before, but I did now.  I started on the hollows of
her inner thighs, spreading my attentions further and further
afield.  Marybeth started leaking fluids; I started lapping them
up.  Then it was motivate and salivate for the longest time.

Marybeth came with a soft groan, her body trembling.  I
remembered my first time with Roger.  He'd masturbated before
coming to bed with me.  I'd no complaints about the day I'd lost
my virginity; I actually came before he did.  It was a mild,
naive and innocent girl's first orgasm with a man.  Roger had
taken considerable pleasure that I'd come first.  It had spurred
him on and a few minutes later I came again.  He followed a few
seconds later.

I remembered the look on Roger's face on that day; that was how
Marybeth looked now: complete and happy, pleased with what we'd
done.

There was a rustle of clothes a few feet away.  I glanced that
way, saw Sherrie had unbuttoned her jeans and her blouse; like
Jackie, she was wearing a bra that seriously misstated her cup
size -- until her nipples got hard.

Marybeth slid down, started kissing my ear, licking and blowing
into it.  I heard her whisper softly, "Sixty-nine?"

"Mmmmm," I purred with eager anticipation.

"Can I watch Sherrie?"  Marybeth asked.

"Mmmmm," I purred again.  Different strokes for different folks.
I was going to watch Marybeth, and that was enough for me.

Marybeth wiggled around, until she was stroking my labia with her
fingers while her tongue trailed moistness across my stomach and
abdomen.  I moaned and nearly came when she sucked on my clit; I
remembered my duties and started again on her.  This time the
anatomy gods were kind to me.  Sitting as she had before, I'd
almost no access to her clit.  Now I did, and I found that
Marybeth liked clitoral stimulation more than anything else.  Her
pace picked up, motivating me to do the same.  That drove
Marybeth to press harder and faster, so I replied.

I was, I found a few minutes later, nearly ready to faint.  I
didn't for the simple reason that Marybeth touched the right spot
and I started to come.  What I did to her was an accident.  In
the throes of my passion, I brushed her clit lightly with my
teeth, aware even as it started what was happening and moving to
miss mangling her best part.

Marybeth came then, so strong that her spasm drove her tongue
very deep inside me and I came again and again.

I felt a beautiful lassitude creep over me; I smiled, happy and
replete.  I sensed movement near me and I turned my head
slightly, saw Sherrie kneel down next to me; she was nude, her
clothes clutched in her hand.

"Thank you, Laura," she whispered, before kissing me on the
cheek.

Sherrie straightened up; I could see her run her hand over
Marybeth's bottom.  "Thank you, Marybeth."  Sherrie left, and
Marybeth slithered around and kissed me.

"Liked that?" she asked.

"All of it."

She put her arm around me.  "I told you the other day there were
a lot of things you still don't know."

"I heard something about the good book, I wasn't sure what you
meant."

"The distilled essence of more than fifty years of experience by
horny people of our age, dealing with horny teenage cheerleaders.
 Not just yet, but here in the next few weeks, come and stay the
weekend; I'll let you read it.

"Right now there are only two copies.  It's not just a little
secret, but above top secret."  She smiled.  "One is locked away
in a safe deposit vault, the information as to where lying in a
lawyer's vault someplace else.  The other copy sits at home,
readable on only one computer in the world.  Mine.  It is a very
interesting read; wait a few more weeks and you can read about
yourself in it."

I sat up a little.  "Me?"

"I had to think just a little about Amy, longer about Fred.  On
second thought, Amy gets a full pass.  She jumped the gun; I've
done it myself, lots of time.  Like Jamie or Susan were surprised
to find out everyone is gay, and we adults participate, right?"

"I told that to Amy; I talked to her the other day."

"You're good on the phone, you do that very well."

"Jackie told me about it; at first I just thought she was
exaggerating something she didn't understand.  But when I thought
about it, I decided that all things considered, we can't be too
paranoid."

"Absolutely.  Fred was tougher to figure out.  I kept running the
words you spoke to her around in my head, what she said, what Amy
said.  You didn't make it crystal clear to Amy, but finally I
realized the key points you made with Fred.  Fred knows
everything and was determined to get on the team... no matter
what.  You wanted to make it clear to her that she was going to
be on the team, and she didn't have to worry -- if she could just
tone down her paranoia."

I nodded.  "Fred literally had a lifetime of inhibitions
overthrown by Amy in a matter of an hour or two.  I'm positively
sure that Amy really rung Fred's chimes, and then Fred turned
right around and returned the favor.

"Do you remember the movie 'Paint Your Wagon?'" I asked her.

"Oh, the second and third best things?" Marybeth said with a
laugh.

"Except, it really happened to a girl I knew from church and in
school when I was growing up.  She went home right after she made
love to her boyfriend for the first time and told her mom about
how wonderful sex was.  Fortunately for her, Presbyterians don't
have convents, because she'd have been in one the next day.  As
it was, she lived in constant purgatory for the next three years
until she could escape to college.  She was watched every moment
of the day and night.

"Marybeth, Fred made a terrible mistake, simply terrible.  But, I
hope if I ever make a mistake, the person I offend will be able
to forgive me like Amy forgave Fred."

She hugged me.  "Fred is lucky to have a friend like you."

I hugged her back and kissed her.  "And I'm lucky to have a
friend like you."  We kissed again, and then got very
passionate.

Marybeth broke away, and nodded at the door.  "You didn't freak
out over Sherrie watching."

"I really only noticed her a couple of times."

"Still feeling a little adventurous?"

"I'm still feeling horny, if that's what you mean."

"Tell me, Laura.  Do you miss being with a man?"

"Not for the last few days."  She smiled and I nodded.

"But yeah.  Not guys in general, Roger in particular.  He was the
only person I was ever with, before Gail.  It was very different
from what sex is like lately.  More sedate; more..." I searched
for the word.  "Homey."

"In my purse I have this very special little toy.  A double
headed dildo."

I blinked; something I'd heard of, at least the more mundane
variety that I'd never felt the least urge to use the very few
times I'd felt like masturbating after I was married.

Marybeth went on.  "I had a hell of a time finding it.  I dunno,
Laura, I think women are as much liars as men are.  The ones I
found in the stores were huge.  Some were as big around as my
hand or as long as my arm.  Thanks, but no thanks.  My husband
was nice-sized, not tiny, not huge."  She leaned down and kissed
me very tenderly.  "I miss the stupid bugger, I do.  Not maybe as
much as I should or I could, but now and then... oh yeah!"

"I haven't any idea what to do, but I'm willing to try," I told
her, indeed feeling adventurous.

She laughed again.  "Tough ol' Marybeth!  Been there, done that!
Got not only the t-shirt, but a lot of g-strings as well, over
the years!  Truth is, I've never done it, either."  She sighed,
"Linda is so happy her husband left her, so interested in the
girls.  Nancy would faint at the notion of anything 'masculine'
in her bedroom."

Marybeth got up, pulled her purse from under her clothes and
delved into it.

I think if an unbiased observer had watched us over the next few
minutes we'd have driven that observer to hysterical laughter. 
Still, neither of us was stupid, and finally the rhythm was
right; Marybeth sighed and came, then used her hand to steady us;
eventually she brought me off too.

"I am so glad Sherrie left," I said, laughing afterwards.

"Gotta leave the girls a few illusions!" Marybeth agreed.

She kissed me on the forehead.  "I started something earlier, and
then got sidetracked by the good book.

"Nancy and I have a private meeting every year with the team,
before things really get going.  We go over the rules, and all of
that.  We had a second meeting this year, which is a first."  I
laughed politely at the pun.  "I guess we haven't been taking the
rules seriously for a long time.  It was getting to be routine,
humdrum.  Not the center of our existence.

"One thing, Laura.  I have strong tastes.  I am a very horny
woman; as far as I'm concerned there is no such thing as
enough."

"Oh yeah!" I said.  We kissed again, going further down the road.
 When I started to finger-fuck her, Marybeth's eyes started to
glaze, and then she reached down and held my hand.

"Let me finish, then I'll let you finish me!"

"I tell the girls that I won't push, but that doesn't mean I
don't ask.  I tell them what I like, what I don't like.  And that
I will try to have sex with each and every one of them."

I shrugged.  "It's not mine to say."

"I tell them I'll ask... and if they say no, as far as I'm
concerned it's pushing if I ask again for a year.  So, it's kind
of my tradition at the tryouts to ask the ones who've said no in
past years.  Once.  Politely.  I understand the word, and I've
never had a problem keeping my promise.  I'd like to think they
respect that, at least a little.  I think I realized Amy had a
lot of problems; I've never asked her, even once."

I sighed.  "I think Linda might have pushed Amy a bit.  I think
Amy totally BSed Nancy; Amy knew what the rules were and went out
of her way to convince Nancy she was just the kind of girl they
were looking for, when in fact, she wasn't," I told her.  "She
spent time with Nancy, even if that wasn't what she wanted; some
of the other girls must have pushed pretty hard, from what both
Gail and Amy said.  Linda too.

"Looking back, you're probably right about Nancy.  I will,
gently, ask Amy about Linda."

"I think Linda has a more flexible idea of how long you have to
wait before you ask again."

"I'll find out.  That's a tough call, obviously."

"I know."

"One last thing.  Twice, over the years, I have, sometime after
the tryouts, gone up to someone I really, really wanted and told
them that while I wasn't going to ask anytime soon, if someone
were to change her mind and ask me..."  She shook her head.  "I'm
oh for two.  So, I was thinking of a favor."

"From me?"  I was a little surprised.

"Yes.  One of the girls I asked was Sherrie.  I was seriously
considering asking Jackie this year.  Please, I don't want to
push... but could you tell Sherrie about the changing-her-mind
option?"

"I think I'll have to do that quickly or she'll discover it
herself," I said.

Marybeth nodded.  "Thanks."  Then she smiled, "Oh, you should
have seen her face when she was watching!  Priceless!  A mixture
of wonder, horniness and maybe a little fear."

"Tell you what, Marybeth.  Why don't you finger-fuck me until I
look like Sherrie, while I finish finger-fucking you.  I'll open
my eyes and watch you; at least I'll have an idea of what I
missed."

"Oh yeah!"

It took all of my focus to keep rubbing as I approached my
orgasm; then she found the g-spot that I never knew was there and
I nearly fainted.

I came down slowly, a beautiful descent.

"I'm afraid you didn't hear a word I said," Marybeth giggled.

"You're right about that," I told her.  "God, I never knew sex
could be such a drug!  I just can't get enough!"

"Well, we both have things to do tomorrow.  In your case,
early."

"Early?"

"Yep, like I said, you owe me.  In your shoes I'd be all bright
and perky, straight as an arrow, by 8:30 tomorrow morning."

"Thank you."

She kissed me, and I kissed back.  Then we dressed, once again
staid adults.

"I do want to spend time more time with you," Marybeth said as we
stood near the front door.  "You understand though, it might not
be for a while, don't you?"

"Yes, I understand.  Please, Marybeth, I promise it will never,
ever be an issue.  We're friends.  Now and again closer than
other times."

"And it will never be an issue with me, either.  Not even Susan
is an issue."

She saw the surprise on my face.  "Ann.  I told her that even if
she wasn't on the team any more, that gossip about team members
by someone not on the team was going to get her seriously in
trouble with her sisters.  It was right after she got there, I
think she was just pissed."

"I hope she doesn't get pissed easily."

"I doubt if she will be a problem.  Her friends were upset about
her speaking about it.  Quite a few of them know you and Susan
now.  The impression both of you have made is highly positive." 
She smiled at me.  "If I had a daughter I'd hope she'd be like
Susan or Jamie.  Particularly like Susan."

She left and I went back inside to find Sherrie waiting for me.

"I'm so sorry; I can't believe I didn't leave.  I can't believe I
did... what I did."

"Sherrie, I have a favor to ask.  No, two favors."

"Anything!"  The expression on her face told me just what
anything included: everything.

"Well, not that, not while you're under my roof.  But Marybeth
wanted me to mention to you that while she's not going to push,
you are still perfectly free to say a belated yes."

"Not while she's seeing Jackie," Sherrie replied.

I nodded.  "I'm going to bed," I told her.  "You should get some
sleep, too."

She met my eyes.  "I know you said not under your roof... but
could we just snuggle?  Jackie said you'd do that if I asked."

I sighed.  "Just snuggle, Sherrie... it would be pushing if you
started to get frisky."

She giggled.  "I'm too tired."

We did snuggle; and when I woke to get Susan ready for school,
Sherrie had already gone back to her room.  I sat on the edge of
my bed for a minute, contemplating how easy it had been for my
life to turn into a soap opera.  Once again I contemplated my
hunger for the girls.  I'd been with Nancy and now Marybeth.  A
relationship with either would cause a few raised eyebrows, some
cluck-clucking from the hens of the world.  That was nothing
compared to what the furor would be if any of my other activity
came out.  Or Nancy's, Linda's or Marybeth's.

I went to get my shower, still wondering why it was that I
couldn't control my urges.  I masturbated for a few minutes in
the shower.  Maybe it was simply my repressed upbringing.  I
snorted in self-derision.  Are you repressed if it was something
you simply never thought about?  How high is up?  Does a tree
falling in the forest make any sound if there is no one there to
hear it?

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