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    The following is a work of fiction (actually, "FANTASY").
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    This is a story that describes some sexually explicit
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[Author's note: The first two parts to this story were
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convey much (or even any!) sexual debauchery.  But you really
should read them if you wish to enjoy or understand the rest
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Title: Dream State

Author: JiMC

Version: $Revision: 1.22 $ $Date: 2004/07/31 03:07:16 $

Synopsis: A trek of self-discovery

Chapter 22--"Our love is still special, let's take our chance
and fly away somewhere alone."

    The three of us flew to the big island.  June allowed me
to fly the Cessna we had rented most of the way.  From there,
we took a cab and dropped June off at her apartment so she
could say good-bye to Mely.

    Debbie and I went to a nearby hotel.

    An hour after we checked in, Mely called and asked us if
we wanted to visit a nearby blues club.  Debbie and I readily
agreed, and the two girls picked us up.

    At the club, I found myself in an interesting situation.
During the months since Mary's pregnancy, I had mostly
avoided alcohol.  I had never been much of a drinker, but I
occasionally found myself enjoying the fruity drinks that
Debbie and Aimee favored.  Even after Dawn was born, Mary
didn't drink very much, not wanting to transfer any alcohol
to Dawn via her breast milk.  As a result, I had completely
stopped drinking.

    Now, I found myself in a club that made its profits from
the serving of drinks.  I knew that Debbie wasn't a heavy
drinker, so I decided to just order the same things she did,
pacing myself to her consumption.  By the end of the evening,
I found myself enjoying the music and the company of my three
female companions.

    Our flight was scheduled to leave around nine in the
morning, and Mely drove us to the airport.  At the check-in
counter, I picked up the tickets that Aimee had reserved for
us, and I was surprised when I saw that June and I would be
sitting together, with Debbie across the aisle from us.  I
knew this was Aimee's doing; I think she wanted June and me
to get closer to each other.  Aimee wasn't always the most
subtle person in the world.

    June gave Mely a passionate kiss good-bye, and both girls
disregarded any reactions from tourists that noticed them.  I
think June may have told her girl friend that we knew about
their relationship and that it didn't matter to us.  For all
I knew, this could have been a test by Mely to ascertain
whether it was the truth or not.

    June and I made small talk in the airplane.  She told me
more about her Olympic tryouts, and how much she enjoyed
working for us.  I gave her as much of an unexpurgated
version of the story about our family as I could within the
lack of privacy the first class cabin afforded.

    "You know, June, as a member of our family, you don't
really need to be working for us," I pointed out.

    June smiled.  "I know, but I love driving.  None of you
ever really treated me as just a chauffeur or as just the
help.  You've given Mely and me wonderful places to live, and
when we travel, our accommodations are first rate.  I get to
fly occasionally, and I have a lot of spare time to do
whatever I want.  Since Dawn was born, I've spent most of my
time living in the cottage on your property and you all never
hesitated treating me as a member of the family."

    I smiled.  "We just made it official, the other day.  I'm
glad you enjoy doing what you do and being with us."

    "Aimee told me that I could have the Lime room upstairs,
but I told her I like the relative privacy of the cottage."

    I was a bit surprised at this news.  The Lime room was
supposed to be my changing room, although I only slept in it
about once a month, usually with Debbie, who seemed to have a
desire never to sleep in the same room two days in a row.

    I was already working with Debbie on an idea of splitting
up the larger rooms into slightly smaller bedrooms to
accommodate our growing family, now that Dawn and June were
members.  The women were already working out new color
schemes for the new rooms.  Since it was obvious that Debbie
and perhaps Aimee might have one or more children, we wanted
each child to be able to have their own room.  We planned a
set of smaller rooms with shared bathrooms for use as
children's rooms.  The main house was more than big enough to
house a large family, although if we had too many children,
we might attract the unwanted attention of family services.

    June turned a bit more serious.  "Jim, Aimee told me why
your wedding ceremony in San Francisco was secret.  Mely and
I hadn't understood completely at the time, and even now, I
haven't told her, since I now understand about the family.
You know that Mely is more than just a coworker, don't you?"

    "Yes," I said, knowing that June and Mely were lovers.

    "I was pretty sure you knew that.  You don't judge us;
none of you do."

    "We don't judge you because it's not our place," I
explained.  "Your relationships are yours personally, and
don't concern me unless I am personally involved, and that
would be by your own choice.  I never asked about or even
cared what you did on your last night in Makena, nor what you
did last night with Mely."

    June frowned.  "It's not that I don't like you, Jim..."

    "I understand," I said, calmly.  "Actually, I know you
like me, and probably even more than that.  I have no problem
with that.  Let's take it slow.  Since Aimee told you that
the four of us consider ourselves, maybe not married, but
totally committed to one another, you are now part of that.
That commitment does not require you to be a bed partner to
any of us, but it allows you to do so, but only if you and
your desired partner or partners agree."

    June blushed.  "Aimee is so... exotic..." June breathed.

    "She's like Mely?"

    June's blush deepened.  "No. Mely is different.  We just
connected one of the times that Debbie had us staying in a
hotel room, and we've been casual lovers ever since.  Mely
isn't like me; she likes boys, too.  She had a fiance a while
back.  Now that I'm living in Maui, Mely occasionally finds
other partners, male and female, but she says that she never
brings them to the condo out of respect for me.  I, on the
other hand, have been using my exercises and my fingers to
keep me busy."

    "I've seen you sparring with Mary," I said, ignoring
June's comment about her fingers.  "I've only seen a mark on
you that first time.  You must be getting better."

    "Mary is teaching me to throw knives."

    "Really?" I hadn't been aware of the specifics of June's
weapons training except when I occasionally tagged along to
the shooting range with Mary and June, mostly just to ensure
that I could still shoot pistols accurately enough.

    "Yes.  We have a target range behind the cottage."

    "I'm glad you didn't carry any knives in your carry-on
bags.  It would have been embarrassing getting through the
metal detector."

    "No, but I have a couple of nice throwing knives in my
checked baggage."

    I shuddered.  Mary was seriously turning June into a
killer.  I didn't think this was a good idea, but apparently,
my thoughts on the matter weren't solicited by the people
that made the decisions.

    Actually, there was a part of me that liked the idea of
June--and possible even Debbie and Aimee--learning basic
weapons usage.  Aimee seemed to have an idea that either I or
the family would need a bodyguard, and I have never known any
of Aimee's premonitions to be wrong.  Even if we never had to
use June's training, there was little harm in her learning.
If we ever really needed it, it would be worth having it.
The problem, of course, was the deadly seriousness that Mary
had in these matters.

* * *

    After arriving at JFK airport in New York, we found that
the airline had misplaced one of my bags.  I sighed, but
figured that it could be worse; it could have been one of
Debbie's bags.  As a result, I had a lot of shirts--quite a
few Hawaiian ones, which would be out of place in New York in
the winter--and no pants aside from the slacks I was wearing.
Debbie gave the airline the address of Malen Associates so
they could deliver my bag, when and if it would ever be found.

    Once we arrived at the brownstone, Debbie's melancholy
was palpable.

    "This place is spooky," June whispered to me.

    I would have to explain to June about Debbie's gift some
other time.  Instead, I simply reassured her.  "It's all
right.  This was where Debbie's father lived."

    The place was neater than I had expected.  It appeared
that Charles Penet had kept up the housekeeping for the
place, even though James Malen was no longer using it.

    Pictures of Debbie were all over the house, including one
that looked pretty recent.  She was posing with a young man,
whose identity I didn't know.

    There weren't any pictures of James Malen to be found.  I
had wished that I could see one to see if the image I had of
him from my dreams matched.  I knew that I could have
satisfied my curiosity about how he looked by simply rooting
around in Debbie's mind, but I had stopped doing that as a
matter of course, once I realized that Debbie wasn't able to
do the same to me.

    There were four bedrooms, and Debbie took one of the
smaller ones.  The room that Debbie picked had a feminine
feel to it, and I realized that this might have been Debbie's
own room at some point in her life.

    June, on the other hand, took another bedroom.

    I didn't know how Debbie would feel if I took her
father's master bedroom, so I took the other bedroom, which
didn't have much in it other than a desk, a small dresser,
and a queen sized bed.

    "The guest room suits you," Debbie said in the doorway as
I put my suitcase down.

    "I didn't think you'd want me to use your father's room."

    "It's difficult, Jim."

    "I understand."

    Debbie left me to do my unpacking alone.

    I had completed that chore and was sitting on the bed
when I heard a scream from Debbie.  I rushed out of the room
and found Debbie's face, white as a ghost, with a sheet of
paper in her hand.

    "What is it?" June asked, breathlessly, having arrived
about ten seconds before I got there.  June had a hunting
knife in her hand at the ready.

    "It's a letter addressed to me," Debbie said.  "My father
wrote it!"

    "What does it say?" June asked.

    I had a feeling about its contents.  After all, Aimee had
warned the man that the flight he was about to take was
doomed.

* * *

	Dear Debbie,

	    If you are reading this letter, then I am
	probably no longer walking this earth.  I have few
	regrets, though.  I have lived a gifted life.  My
	one regret is that my work has kept the two of us
	apart.

	    Even if you don't know it, I have been keeping
	track of you, my dear.  You have always been one of
	the most important things in my life, and I must say
	you have done your father proud.  If it is possible
	in the afterlife, I will continue to watch over you.
	Even so, I would suggest you engage the services of
	a very gifted individual, a Miss Aimee Porter, the
	lovely Asian [_sic_] associate who works for Malen
	Associates.  I have also enclosed a business card
	for your Uncle William, who is an excellent
	investigator, who can locate her for you, if she no
	longer works for Malen Associates or your Uncle
	Charles.  You will find Aimee to be a very bright
	and special individual, and I am sure that the two
	of you will become fast friends.

	    There are hundreds of things that I would love
	to tell you, but I just don't have enough time to do
	this, but I must say that you are a very special and
	important person, and not only to me.

	    I have left everything that I own to you, which
	is a pretty big fortune.  You should keep Malen
	Associates as well, as a company to manage your
	money.  Uncle Charles has indicated that he'd be
	happy to manage your holdings so that you will never
	need to worry about money again.

	    There are a couple of people that I want you to
	meet.  One of them lives in my apartment complex in
	San Diego.  Her name is Mary Cadley, and she is
	staying in apartment three.  She can introduce you
	to a remarkable young man.  Do not misjudge these
	two people.  Their lives may seem tragic, but I know
	that there will be a happy ending, and you can be a
	wonderful part of it.

	    Always remember that there will be many people
	to look over you and ensure your happiness for the
	rest of your life.  Aimee, and Uncle Charles, and
	even Uncle William are only three of them.  Remember
	me with affection and also remember that I have
	always loved you and wanted the best for you in life.

	    Finally, this is the moment that I must say
	good-bye to you.  It has been a wonderful life that
	has allowed me to see all the beautiful things I
	have seen.  Your mother and you were the most
	wonderful people that I could ever dream of knowing.
	I know you are probably saddened by my passing, but
	I promise you that you will find happiness.  Keep
	your heart open.

	    Your loving father,

	    James

* * *

    If there was ever any doubt that Debbie was an emotional
transmitter, being anywhere near that apartment would have
convinced the most skeptical observer.

    June looked at me questioningly.

    I didn't answer June, but moved over to Debbie and hugged
her tightly.  I entered Debbie's mind, just to send waves of
love to her.

    We were embracing for a minute or so, when I opened my
eyes, and indicated to June to join us.  She did so,
hesitatingly, and she also hugged Debbie.

    Many minutes passed, and eventually I felt Debbie's
sadness start to melt away.

* * *

    Later on, in my room, June confronted me.

    "What was all that about?" June demanded.

    "The letter in the den?"

    "That and those weird feelings I keep getting from this
place."

    "Those feelings aren't from this place," I answered.
"Well, not directly at least."

    June looked confused, and waited for me to continue.

    "Remember when Aimee showed you your gift?"

    June nodded.  "You mean seeing the box in the kitchen
when I was blindfolded?"

    "Yes," I said.  "Debbie has a similar gift.  When she
feels a strong emotion, other people feel it.  It's sort of
the opposite of ESP, since it's not a perception on her part,
but on other people's part.  Living with Debbie, I've become
very sensitive to it.  I told you about Debbie and her father
on the plane, right?"

    "Yes.  Aimee also told me that story before she met you,
although she wasn't as detailed."

    "Debbie's trip right now is for her to discover her
father.  Her father seems to have known she would come here,
and he left her that letter."

    "According to that letter, Mary must have known Debbie's
father.  Aimee never told me that."

    "Actually, it's the other way around.  Debbie's father
knew of Mary," I explained.  "Mary apparently met Debbie by
coincidence when Debbie and Aimee were touring her father's
California properties.  I think Mary knew that Debbie was her
landlord, and only talked with her to be reassured that
Mary's rent wouldn't increase.  Debbie's father gave Mary a
very good price on her rent."

    "How is Mary's life tragic?"

    "I know you know the story about how Mary and I met."

    "Oh!" June said, finally putting the pieces together.
"But why would Debbie think Mary's life was tragic?  You came
out of your coma, after all."

    "I think I was still in a coma when James Malen died.  He
didn't know that when Debbie met me, I would have awakened
from my coma, so he thought that Mary would still be visiting
me in the hospital every day.  As a matter of fact, a few
days after Mary and Debbie met, Debbie met me, and we all
became involved with each other, adding Aimee a little bit
later."

    "How did James Malen know all this?"

    "Aimee warned James Malen that his flight was doomed.  I
think he wrote this letter to tell Debbie where her future
was.  I think he may have had his own gift."

    "This is very weird."

    I laughed.  "Tell me about it."

    Debbie appeared in the doorway.  "What's up, you two?"

    "I was explaining some things to June."

    "Isn't it spooky that Dad told me to visit Mary?"

    "I think there were a lot of circumstances that were
pushing all of us together," I said.  "Think about it.
Despite Aimee warning him about his flight, he took it
anyway.  Aimee told me a story about her aunt, which she
warned against walking to the store.  On the way, her aunt
saw a child in the street about to be hit by a car, and ran
out and saved the boy, but got hit herself and died.  Aimee
said that her aunt was teaching her a lesson that day, about
finding the good in the bad."

    "What does Aimee's aunt have to do with my father?"
Debbie asked.

    "Aimee says to think of the good that happened from the
bad event.  After your father died, you met Aimee, and
through Aimee, you met June.  Somehow, you then managed to
meet Mary and me, but even if that hadn't happened then, you
would have eventually read your father's letter and met Mary
anyway.  Your father's death, as tragic as it was, seems to
be the event that allowed all that to happen."

    "As much as I love all of you, I would give it all up to
have my father back," Debbie said, softly.

    "I know, my little Transmitter," I said, hugging her
tightly.  "If I could bring your father back, I would do so
in a New York minute.  It's not possible, though.  Think
about what your father wrote.  'There will be many people to
look over you and ensure your happiness for the rest of your
life.' I make you this solemn promise, Debbie: I will do
everything I humanly can to live up to your father's words.
You know as well as I do that he wanted us to meet and to be
together.  All five of us... six, if you count Dawn."

    Debbie thought a moment.  "I realized that he knew about
Mary from what Mr. Voder said to us that day.  I didn't know
that Daddy had really intended that this all happen."

    "I feel honored to have been one of the people he chose
for you."

    Debbie sniffed.  "It sounds like Daddy was planning my
entire life."

    "No," I said.  "Look at it this way: you found Mary and
me on your own.  Remember what I told you about when I first
met Mary?  I told her that our getting together was in the
stars.  I think it's something like fate.  Maybe if your
father didn't die, we might still have met, or maybe not.
Who knows?"

    Debbie shook her head.  "I've heard Aimee talk that way.
I keep telling her that if free will exists, then
predestination can't exist."

    I laughed.  "That sounds like a college philosophy
course!"

    "Maybe," Debbie allowed.  "I'm not so sure, now."

    "Keep your mind open, my special Transmitter."

    June said, "Jim told me why he calls you a Transmitter,
Debbie.  This is all very new to me, and very strange.  I
also don't know what to believe."

    Debbie hugged June.  "Thank you, June.  Sometimes, with
Mary, Jim, and Aimee freely accepting this stuff, I feel left
out."

    "I don't freely accept it, Debbie," I said.  "However, if
you've taken Philosophy, then you're familiar with the
principle of Occam's Razor.  So far, everything points to
Aimee's interpretations."

    "With one exception," June said.

    "What's that?" I asked, surprised.

    "The common denominator is Aimee," June explained.  "She
knew Debbie's father.  She may have known about Mary and Jim,
if Debbie's father did.  What if Debbie's father told Aimee
to take her to San Diego?"

    "No," Debbie said.  "At that point in time, Aimee was
very reserved.  Aimee had originally planned to move back to
Hawaii after my dad died.  She was feeling homesick, so I
told her that I'd build up the place in Maui if she went with
me on a tour of my father's properties throughout the
country.  Then we'd visit Maui, I'd give her the property,
and she'd help me find another assistant.  We spent about
eight months in Sacramento, San Francisco, San Jose, and then
Los Angeles, before we got to San Diego.  Aimee wasn't even
staying with me in San Diego.  She insisted that the only
apartment that was available in the complex was too small for
both of us, so she stayed at a Days Inn a few blocks away."

    "I remember," June said.  "Mely and I were at that hotel
for a day before we went back to Los Angeles."

    Debbie's eyes went misty.  "I was in that apartment, when
I could feel the two of them making love.  I mean Mary and
Jim.  I could actually feel them.  Something in my heart told
me that I needed to be a part of it, and I used my pass-key
to come into their apartment..."

    I nodded.  "I remember that, too.  It was like I knew
what was happening, but at the same time, it was like it
wasn't me.  One moment, I was myself, the next moment, I was
Mary, and another moment, I was Debbie."

    "Aimee thought I fell in love with Jim the moment I met."

    "Didn't you?" I asked, confused.

    "No," Debbie answered.  "I fell in love with Mary."

    June's jaw dropped.  "You fell in love with Mary?"

    This was interesting to me.  The infallible Aimee, wrong?

    "Yes," Debbie admitted.  "Mary was in love with him... I
mean, I knew that Jim was her only reason for living.  I
think she still feels that same way, although she seems even
more fixated on Dawn, now.  Have you see the way she hovers
over Dawn?  Anyway, I was confused at the time, until
something inside me told me that the only way I could have
Mary was to love Jim.  It went against everything I ever
believed, a girl loving a girl, and being in a multiple
partner relationship.  I knew, somehow, that Mary would know
if my love for Jim wasn't true.  Aimee and I discussed it one
night, and then it became clearer to me.  Aimee wanted
desperately to be a part of what we all had, but Jim said
'no.'"

    "Wow!" I said, simply amazed.  "I wish I had known all
this at the time.  I was very confused myself."

    "It really took a while for everything to work out,"
Debbie said.  "Aimee, I think, was the first to feel
comfortable, and she talked with all of us, and things
started to fall into place."

    June looked unconvinced.  "So, Aimee could still be the
common denominator."

    I didn't know how to answer that.

* * *

    I slept with Debbie in her room that night.  Our
lovemaking was passionate and explosive, Debbie reaching
orgasm after orgasm before I finally achieved my own release.

    We spent the rest of the night simply holding each other.

    Debbie woke me up, kissing me profusely.

    "What's up, Miss Radio?" I asked.

    "Thank you for last night," Debbie sighed, smiling.

    "You never have to thank me for making love to you," I
said.  "I'm willing to make love to you until my body gives
out."

    "No," Debbie said.  "I really needed last night.  It was
the first moment that I was in this apartment that I wasn't
feeling sadness.  I was ecstatic, and I loved it!"

    "I'm glad I was able to help out," I grinned.

    "You explained yesterday that Daddy's death allowed us to
get together.  At first, I felt that it was a bad trade and I
hadn't been consulted.  Last night reminded me what our
relationship really is.  I've always loved Mary, but you make
love to me freely and completely.  I feel love radiating out
of you the way you say I that I'm a transmitter, but I know
with you, it's just from you to me.  When you kiss me, you
put your entire being into it.  I told you yesterday that I
actually fell in love with Mary, and even so, when we make
love, it is like I am the only person as far as you are
concerned.  Do you know what I mean?"

    I shook my head.  I was confused.

    Debbie sighed.  "When I was traveling in California
before I met you, I slept around.  I know that AIDS is
dangerous, but I didn't give a fuck.  My daddy died and I
didn't care what I did with my life.  I must have fucked
dozens of guys."

    "I know, you've told me this before..."

    "Let me finish," Debbie said.  "Then I met the two of
you.  You were making love to Mary, and I envied her the way
she felt.  I felt you penetrating into her, how Mary was
willing to give you everything, and I also felt your feelings
and emotions.  They were intense!  And then, suddenly,
somehow, I was part of it, and I felt the same intensity from
you, and Mary.  I envied Mary's consuming passion, and for
some reason, I had to have Mary.  Despite the intensity that
I felt from you, I have to admit that it scared the hell out
of me.  I decided that it was Mary I loved, instead.  She
seemed to feel the same way, and we made love in the
bathroom, and then a few times when you weren't around.  She
was as intense as she had been with you.  Mary, however,
would never leave you.  I could feel that.  I decided to play
you along, since I felt that having a good fuck around wasn't
a bad side benefit, but I realized that Mary would be able to
tell if I was just going through the motions.  So, I went out
of my way to make you as happy as I could, and in doing so, I
found that I really loved you."

    I interrupted Debbie with a kiss.

    Debbie kissed me back, but still had to get the rest of
her confession off her chest.  "You've let me, as well as
Mary and Aimee, have our own desires.  If I wanted to sleep
with Mary, you'd simply sleep with Aimee.  I've never met
somebody so understanding--maybe Aimee, but never a guy!"

    "Debbie, that's not..."

    Debbie wouldn't be interrupted.  "That day when Aimee got
mad at you, I thought we were doomed.  I was sure that Aimee
would leave, and Mary would be angry at me and hate me.
Aimee, however, spent nearly a dozen hours making love with
me then.  I mean, she went out of her way to get me to the
point where it was difficult to walk.  I don't know if she
ever had been alone with a woman before, but she made it the
most exquisite time of my life.  I actually forgot about Mary
and you at one point.  And you know what?  Neither Aimee or I
spoke a word to each other during the entire time!

    "Then Aimee called you on the phone, and to my surprise,
she seemed pissed at you even more--it was amazing!  Despite
that, we still met you later, and I knew from the moment that
I saw you... I actually felt the love you felt for Mary, for
Aimee, and most of all, for me.  You gave Aimee that special
corsage, and I thought, 'What a wonderful guy!' Aimee's
entire attitude changed.  Despite the fact that I had more
orgasms than I ever had that day with Aimee, we all slept
together that night, and it was like everything changed, but
it also didn't change.  We made love together, and it was no
longer important who I was touching, or who was touching me.
I felt we had become more than a foursome... into a family."

    I smiled.  "I felt the same way that night."

    "Last night, you reminded me how much I have invested in
our family.  There was nobody else in our bed except the two
of us, and when I needed you to be assertive, you did so.
When I wanted you to be softer, you just held me.  Then it
hit me: We no longer 'perform sex,' Jim; We no longer 'make
love.' I used to think so, but it's more than that.  It's
much more simple: We love.  When I'm with you, we just love!
That's it, plain and simple."

    I thought about Debbie's words for a long while.
Finally, a light bulb went on over my head.  "You know, I
think it's one thing that William or your father never
suspected.  Empaths, by definition, feel emotions.  How else
would an Empath make love, if not with raw emotion?  I think
that you feel that, Debbie.  When I'm with you in bed, I let
you feel my love and my ecstasy, and you do the same to me.
It's a whole new concept.  I like your term: We love."

    Debbie sighed.  "Tonight, you will have to teach June."

    I shook my head vigorously.  "I will do no such thing,
Debbie!  June is a virgin, and wants to remain so until she
dies.  I know this for a fact."

    Debbie shook her head.  "I just spent a half hour
explaining about how making love is more than just the
physical act of sex.  There's ecstasy, but I feel that
ecstasy with Aimee and Mary as well as with you.  Neither one
of them has your male equipment, Jim!"

    "Oh," I said, finally understanding.  I thought about
what Debbie had just discovered.  I had known some of this,
but the way she put it into words made perfect sense to me.

    Finally, I smiled at Debbie.  "Tonight, the two of us
will teach June."

    "We'll use the master bedroom," Debbie said.  "Last
night, you exorcised the sadness from this place."

    I smiled and gave Debbie a long kiss.  I could feel her
radiate her pleasure, and I knew that Debbie was doing this
on purpose.  Sure enough, it was enough to bring June the
voyeur to the doorway.  I felt June's presence, and without
opening my eyes, I pulled away from Debbie's lips for a
moment to say, "Join us in a kiss, sister."

    I said that using a firm commanding tone, just as Aimee
had used with June on Christmas day.  From June's response
that day, I knew that she was a submissive deep down, even
more so than Aimee.

    June kissed me on the cheek.  About two minutes later, I
turned from Debbie to kiss June full on the lips, penetrating
her lips with my tongue.  I said nothing, but my kiss
promised everything, and June moaned deeply as she started
feeling the strong wave of emotions.

    Debbie rolled out of the bed to allow June and I better
access to each other.

    I opened my eyes and saw June's eyes were already open.
I broke the kiss and saw the pleading in her eyes.  She was
asking for everything--almost.  Did I tell you that her left
eye is green and the right one brown?  June was an amazing
person on a whole bunch of levels.

    I blinked, and June nodded in response.

    Having gained permission, I kissed June again, and this
time I entered her mind.  She was currently thinking of her
past lovers, her desires, and her confused emotions about me.
I saw what I had earlier expected: she was a lesbian.  She
was also a virgin, by the definition that no male had ever
penetrated her.  She mostly avoided the female toys that her
occasional partners sometimes used.  I also saw promise as
well.  June didn't hate men, she just didn't associate the
gender with sexual gratification, mostly based on her first
experiences as an adolescent.  I could "fix" that, but who am
I to play God?  June's sexuality was part of what made June
her own person.  It was not within me to turn a tiger into a
vegetarian just because I wanted it that way.  Inside her
mind, I promised her that I would not be the one to ever take
her virginity.

    Next, I just radiated love directly from my mind to
June's.

    Finally, I broke the kiss, and left June laying on the
bed.  She was panting.

    I got out of bed, nude, my erection so hard that it hurt.

    June's eyes were wide as she looked at me.  "Oh, my," she
said, softly.

    I'm not sure if June's comment was because of our kiss,
or of the sight of my cock.  It didn't matter to me.  I
wished I had a robe, mostly because of the chilly air, but
it, too, was a victim of the airline's baggage claim system.

    As I walked out of the room, I paused, and turned around.

    I mustered the most commanding voice I could manage.
"You're sleeping with us tonight in the master bedroom."

    I left the room with a confused submissive in Debbie's
bed.

* * *

    I entered the kitchen and found that Debbie had left a
note explaining that she was going to pick up some coffee
cake and coffee from a nearby deli.

    I smiled, and went back to my room and got dressed,
wearing the same slacks that I wore the other day.  I hoped
that the airline would find my missing bag, but I figured
that I would need to purchase some new pants and some other
essentials that day, even if they found my luggage.

    As I left my room, I could hear June grunting in Debbie's
room.  I looked into the room, and saw the sheet that June
pulled over herself moving up and down as her hand caressed
her pleasure center.  I entered her mind again, and when I
felt her orgasm approach, I said, "Tell me who you are
thinking about!"

    June reddened in embarrassment, but was too far along to
stop her pleasure.  "Y-you..." she grunted, and then she
cried softly into her pillow.

    Debbie had arrived, and I could smell the coffee.

    "Where's June?"

    "Your room, masturbating."

    "You're cruel."

    "It was her choice.  Do you really think I'm cruel?" I
asked, raising my eyebrows.

    "Not really," Debbie admitted.  "You're wonderful!"

    I think I blushed as I took a piece of coffee cake.

    Debbie was incredulous.  "Aimee told me that June was
submissive, but I couldn't believe that she came over and
kissed you.  We were both naked in my bed, and she came over
just because you told her to do so."

    "I've made a solemn promise to her that I will never take
her virginity," I told Debbie.

    Debbie's reaction was shock.  "What?  Why?"

    "I saw it in her mind, Debbie," I said.  "She's a
lesbian, although she's not a man-hater.  She doesn't
associate men with sexuality.  I won't change her attitude,
nor will I force myself into her, because the only way a cock
will enter her will be by force.  I will personally kill the
owner of that cock if June or Mary don't beat me to it."

    Debbie didn't respond, but I knew that she was confused.

* * *

    I had always wanted to see Central Park.

    The brownstone we were staying at was on Central Park
West, an upscale neighborhood.  Debbie told us that she knew
her way around Central Park, having played there as a child a
few times when she visited her father.

    Once outside, I realized that we needed to find a place
where I could get a parka.  Despite the fact it was warm for
a February, about thirty degrees, I had spent quite a lot of
time in Hawaii in a more moderate climate, and apparently, my
blood had thinned.  The sweater that survived the airline's
mishandling was too thin to be of real help.  The cab driver
that picked us up just happened to know a place to get a good
parka, and we got there in record time.

    Once we got to the park, I saw that there was snow on the
ground, and people were mostly walking on the foot paths.

    Debbie showed me most of the sights, and relived some
earlier memories with the two of us.

    We went off the path, trudging into snow into a copse of
trees.  There, June pointed to a tree about ten yards away.
I looked at the tree, and then I saw a knife sticking into
its trunk, dead center from our direction.

    I looked at June, who had a big smile on her face as she
retrieved her weapon.

    "New York has laws concerning concealed weapons," I told
June.

    "They would have to find the weapon before they could
arrest me."

    "Throwing a knife in a public park this size isn't a very
intelligent thing to do," I answered.

    Once again, I shuddered.  June had told me that Mary had
been teaching her to throw knives, and here she was, primed
and ready to use her education.  Her accuracy looked deadly.

    "June?" I asked.

    "Yes?"

    "Don't be too quick to kill somebody," I said.
"Sometimes, you can make your point just by getting
somebody's attention.  There may be times to kill, but that
should be the last resort."

    June looked at me, and then retrieved the knife she had
just thrown and she showed it to me.  I had expected
something like a survival knife that I had seen years when I
was in the army, but June's looked like a cross between that
and a chef's knife.  The blade was long and sharp and looked
like it could do a lot of damage to somebody from just
looking at it.

    Debbie visibly shivered when she saw June's knife.  She
looked around, thinking that a policeman would be coming over
any second.

    Grinning, June returned her knife to the holster behind
her back.  "The secret to throwing a knife is to find your
most accurate distance and throw to it.  Accuracy isn't that
important for soft targets, Mary says."

    "Soft targets?" Debbie repeated.

    "She means humans," I explained.

    Debbie made a grimace at that explanation.

    "Animals can be soft targets, too," June said, seeing
Debbie's reaction.  "Just don't rely on a single knife to
stop a larger animal."

    I didn't think June's effort helped Debbie's mind at all.
"We'll remember that," I said to June, wryly.

    Debbie suggested that we all get back onto the main path.

    Despite the reputation that Central Park has as a
dangerous spot, I mostly just saw people having fun, and even
an outdoor ice skating rink.  During rest of our time in New
York, June, occasionally with Debbie and me accompanying her,
would jog/run through the park after sunrise.

    New York City probably has more restaurants than some
states have people.  It's one place that people seem to be
expected to eat out all the time.  Debbie loved all the
exotic Asian restaurants available, and we ended up at a Thai
restaurant for dinner.  I was getting used to the enjoyable
cuisine, thanks mostly to the influence of Aimee and Debbie,
and June also seemed to enjoy her meal as well.

* * *

    Once we got home, I kissed Debbie, thanking her for a
wonderful meal.  Then I kissed June as well.

    When I finished kissing June, I said in a stern voice,
"June, I want you to go to your room, get a robe and a new
pair of panties and put them on the big dresser in the master
bedroom.  Then, I want you to go to the bathroom, shower, and
then report to the master bedroom, completely nude."

    Without hesitation, June obeyed.

    "I've seen you order Aimee around, but June has her
beat," Debbie commented.

    "When have you seen me order Aimee?" I asked.

    "Sometimes, I watch you and Aimee when you think I'm in
the sack with Mary.  Aimee usually knows, but you are usually
too focused on whatever you're doing, and never seem to
notice."

    I shrugged.

    "All right, Harem Girl," I said to Debbie, using one of
my favorite cute names for Aimee.  "Get your ass into the
bedroom, and if you're not naked and ready for me, I'll
paddle you!" I accompanied this with a playful smack on her
ass.

    "Ooh!" Debbie squealed playfully, running to the bedroom.

    I went into my room, passing the bathroom where I heard a
shower running.  I tried the door quietly and found it locked.

    I quickly went back to the kitchen and found a tool
drawer and returned and used a small screwdriver to unlock
the bathroom door.

    Opening the door, I yelled, "You are never to close the
bathroom door again!" I could see from June's reaction that
my voice had scared her a bit.  "And no masturbating until
you get to the bedroom.  Be quick about it!"

    I knew that June was a submissive.  When I played sex
games with Aimee, it was usually for fun.  With June,
however, there was something more involved.  Deep down, she
had a need to be commanded and even occasionally punished.

    I would like to state for the record that I think that a
man that hits a woman deserves to be castrated slowly with a
butter knife dipped in rattlesnake venom.  That being said, I
knew that there was a difference between a sexual spanking
that June actually enjoyed, and a male beating a helpless
female no matter what the reason.  Despite that I had little
taste for punishing people, when it came to June, I knew that
I would have to make an exception.  I knew that I would have
to deal with my reluctance when the time came, and the time
was coming soon.

    Inside the master bedroom, Debbie was nude, just as I had
asked.

    I softly explained to Debbie about June's needs, but
apparently Aimee had already beaten me to it.  I told Debbie
that I would make it up to her tomorrow night when we slept
together again.

    "No, Jim," Debbie said.  "Tomorrow night, you will be
alone with June.  You have to get her past her taboos and not
let her continue to be afraid of you."

    I sighed.  Debbie, of course, was perfectly correct.

    "Then I'll do you tomorrow afternoon.  I don't like
waiting."

    Debbie kissed me tenderly.

    A kiss from one of my wives was better than nearly
anything else in the world.  There was the inherent closeness
of our faces, and the knowledge that if we open our eyes,
we'll see the object of our desires.  There were also plenty
of other things that could be done during a kiss, many lovely
things to feel, to caress, to stimulate, to probe.

    I was going to learn about June tonight.  Debbie would be
there to make the process easier on her nerves, because I
could tell, deep down, that June was very nervous.

    Despite my playing around with Aimee, I could only go by
my instincts about what June needed.  So far, I hadn't been
wrong, but I knew that I was no sexual expert, despite
Debbie's earlier comments to me.  Whatever the testimony that
Mary, Aimee, and Debbie would give you, I knew that my only
knowledge of sex was directly correlated to what those three
girls wanted or needed and the two or three girls I had
bedded before I joined the army--and I don't believe that I
was a great lover then.

    June was a new part of my life, and she was much
different than any of the other women I had ever met.  Unlike
the submission play acting that Aimee and I did, June really
was a true submissive.  My knowledge of domination and
submission was seriously lacking.  I knew that June
occasionally needed to be punished, but would she be the kind
of submissive that would intentionally misbehave just so she
would be punished?  I didn't picture myself to be able to act
that way, especially in the presence of Debbie.

    However, Debbie was extremely physical in bed, and she
also seemed to know instinctively what I needed and could
easily communicate her own needs to her partner or partners.
As I said, having Debbie here would ensure that I didn't make
any stupid mistakes, or if I did so, they wouldn't be
mistakes for long.

    June entered the room, a towel around her hair.  Her
hands were at her sides, freely displaying her body.  Her
face looked apprehensive, and my heart went out to the poor
girl.

    Debbie and I stared at June, and she stared back at us.

    The impasse was broken after a couple of minutes when
June finally spoke.  "Do you wish me to masturbate here?"

    I nodded at a chair at the side of the room.  "Sit there
and show us what you did under the sheets in Debbie's room
this morning."

    June nodded, and sat down, placing her legs on either
side of the chair, exposing her pink wetness to the two of us.

    Slowly, June placed her right hand between her legs, and
started rubbing up and down her slit.  Her fingers were
positioned so that we had an excellent view; it was obvious
that June had been ordered to do this before, and had been
taught how to maximize our viewing pleasure.  The fingers on
her left hand encircled her breast and she started pinching
her nipple.

    I have seen women masturbate before, but June seemed to
be an expert in doing so in front of an audience.  She moaned
and groaned like a porn actress, adding to our enjoyment of
the lewd show she was putting on before us.

    "Am I allowed to come, Master?" June finally asked.

    "Why should I allow you to come?" I asked, smiling.

    "Please?"

    Debbie picked up on this.  "June, what will you do for
your master if he allows you to come?"

    "I... I will suck your cock, Master!"

    I was surprised that June would making that suggestion
herself.  I had not expected that this would happen our first
night together.

    "Have you sucked a man's cock before?" Debbie asked,
before I could grant June permission.

    "N-no," June answered.

    "Then what makes you think you will be good enough to
give pleasure to my man?"

    "I... I don't know," June said, her finger moving around
her clit faster and faster.  I could tell she was close.

    I was glad that Debbie was helping here.  I don't know if
I could torture June this way.

    "Make him a better offer," Debbie ordered.

    Without hesitation, June asked, "Mistress Debbie, will
you teach me how to suck my Master's cock?"

    If I had my body turned any closer toward Debbie, the
rapid erection that I experienced would have knocked her off
the king sized bed.

    "Yes, June," Debbie answered.

    "You may now come," I told June, knowing she was
approaching her limit.

    "Aaah..." June cried.

    Debbie and I watched June's orgasm wash over her body.

    June's hand was still moving furiously on her clit.

    As June's orgasm finally started to wane, Debbie called
out, "You were not given permission for a multiple orgasm,
Slave!"

    Disappointment showed on June's face.

    "May I stop masturbating, then?" June asked.

    Debbie was about to answer, but I interrupted.  "June," I
answered.  "I want you to know that my personal opinion of
masturbation is that it is a lonely experience.  I will never
again order you to do what you have just done.  You do not
need to masturbate, unless you find yourself alone with none
of us around.  If anybody in our family can help it, there
should always be somebody around to help you with your
pleasure, and sharing your pleasure is always much more
preferable and beautiful than doing it alone."

    Both Debbie and June looked at me.

    There was amazement in June's eyes.  She leaped up from
her chair, and jumped onto the bed, tackling me.  "Thank you,
Master!" she said, planting kisses all over my face.

* * *

    "Yes," Debbie was saying.  "Suck on it, just like Dawn
sucking on Mary's nipple.  Take it out of your mouth every
once in a while, and kiss the tip and lick up and down the
shaft."

    "It's much bigger than Mary's nipple," June giggled,
licking at the juncture between where the knob of my dick
meets the shaft, creating a very lovely sensation of bliss.

    I winced.

    "Not so much teeth, dear," Debbie said, seeing my
reaction.  "Just a little to let him know that you have him
under control is fine," Debbie added wickedly.

    I glared at Debbie.

    "Sowwy," June said, my dick still in her mouth, and
definitely not sounding like she meant it.

    Debbie stuck her tongue out at me and returned her
attention to June.  "I was about to say, Dawn is much tinier
than you.  Think about how huge Mary's engorged nipple is
compared to Dawn's size.  Relatively speaking, they're about
the same as you and him.  Now, suck it again, and this time,
try to see if you can take him deeper."

    I felt like a practice dummy at a sex education class,
and I was enjoying every minute of it, despite Debbie's
mischievousness.

    Debbie was getting off at her student's effort to do a
first class job on her first male organ.

    "It's amazing that Jim's is the first cock you ever saw
live," Debbie said.  "You are so submissive, I would have
expected some bull dyke to have forced you to suck or fuck a
complete stranger."

    June moved off from her sucking to answer, licking my
shaft as she had been instructed.  "I would never take orders
from such a person," June answered.  "It's like I can tell
when a person would be... nice... but... bossy at the same
time."

    "You see it in Aimee," Debbie said.

    June nodded, my shaft once again in her mouth.

    "You see it in Debbie and I," I offered.

    Once again, another lovely nod.

    I kissed Debbie, a signal to her that I was approaching
my limit.

    "And Mary," Debbie continued.  "Keep sucking now, June,
you are doing very well."

    June moved her head up and down, and I felt the start of
that familiar sensation.

    "In a few moments, June, Jim will have his orgasm.  I
want you to expect that and not panic.  If you don't want to
taste it, move your face away now, but continue licking the
side of the shaft--he's really sensitive on the bottom,
actually."

    June did not move away, but continued sucking, but I felt
her tongue moving against the bottom of my shaft.  The
feeling was marvelous.

    "All right," Debbie said, "Now, when he comes, don't try
to swallow his semen, but try to keep it all in your mouth.
It's difficult, I know, but I want you... I order you... to
do it.  Start moving a tiny bit faster, Jim likes that..."

    With a bit of a heave, I pushed my groin upward, feeling
the hydraulics of my shaft start to pump my seed into June's
willing mouth.  I shot a few times, and June kept her mouth
on me, sucking.  Finally, I sighed, and moved my groin down.

    "One more last suck, June," Debbie said.

    I winced in advance as June's suction was felt down my
shaft.  There was a devilish sparkle in Debbie's eye, as she
knew that the action she directed June to just do was
something I preferred to avoid.  However, June's suction
wasn't as strong as the Mary's or Debbie's when they
playfully did this to me, and the result was actually quite
nice, surprising me.

    "Nicely done, Harem Girl," Debbie said.  "Now, I want you
to keep Jim's seed in your mouth, and kiss me so we can share
it together."

    June immediately obeyed, and a part of my mind sent an
alarm signal.  Before I could protest, though, the two girls
were exchanging my semen between them.

    Oh, dear, I thought to myself.  Debbie is going to be so
disappointed that she won't be able to eat June tonight.

    Of course, I would never allow anything that had my semen
in it to touch June's virginal cunt.  I wasn't sure if June
was on birth control, or even if she were in a fertile part
of her cycle, and even though I could get that information
from her brain, I would still refuse to allow it.  June would
need to learn a new reality of having sex with consequences
when it came to being with me.  I knew that she trusted us
implicitly, but we had to show her that we held her trust in
the highest regard.  We also needed to demonstrate to her how
different things would need to be.

    As Debbie and June continued their lip lock, I felt
recharged enough to return June's favor.  I moved myself so
that I was between June's legs, and started to lick.

    At first, I used the generic moves that I knew that Mary,
Debbie, and Aimee all liked.  As I started to sense June's
reactions, I tailored my approach to what she seemed to
prefer.

    Unlike the other women, June seemed to require more
stimulation with my fingers in addition to my tongue, and she
seemed to enjoy only minor finger penetration compared to the
others.  The reason, of course, was obvious, once you thought
it out.  Avoiding sex with men made this part of a woman's
stimulation a bit more unique and important.  Despite the
fact June disliked complete penetration, she still liked a
little penetration, just not too much.  As I realized that
she enjoyed the stimulations between her legs, I was willing
to oblige, in baby steps.  June was tight, but I could easily
squeeze two fingers into her without stretching her too much,
and as I dazzled her clitoris with my tongue, I could feel
her reaction.

    For variety, I entered Debbie's mind, and felt how June's
reaction to my tongue and fingers was being received by
Debbie.  Before I left Debbie's mind, I told her the decision
that I had made about Debbie eating out June with her
sperm-infested mouth.  I felt Debbie's disappointment, but it
quickly changed to relief when she realized that I would have
even considered the possibility of June's pregnancy.

    I licked June through two orgasms, and June asked Debbie
each time before she came if she had permission.  It was cute
and totally unlike the submission games that Aimee and I had
played.

    After her second orgasm on my tongue, Debbie took over
with her fingers.  June tried to get into a sixty-nine
position with her, but I pulled her head toward mine.  "Not
tonight, June.  You can do it tomorrow morning, but not
tonight."

    "Why?" June asked, no longer the submissive.

    "It's for your protection," I said, soothingly.  "It's
not a punishment."

    "I'll trust you," June said, moving closer and kissing me.

    Instead of answering, I just sent a torrent of love via
our mind connection, and June nearly melted.

    With her fingers, Debbie pulled three more orgasms from
June, with June asking me for permission before each one.
June then collapsed in a totally contented heap.

    "This is wonderful!" June sighed.

    As I could see that June was very close to exhaustion, I
asked June which side of the bed she preferred to use.

    "Either one," June answered.

    "Which one is your knife on?" I asked, mostly in jest.

    "There's a knife on either nightstand; I didn't know
which side I'd use."

    I figured that I would have to stop making fun about June
acting as my bodyguard.  She actually took it seriously and
the reality was very sobering.

    "Get your panties on and come back.  Whatever side you
pick is your side tonight."

    June jumped up happily, although confused about why I
wanted her dressed.

    When she returned on my right side, I whispered to her.
"How do you prefer to sleep when you spend the night with a
partner?"

    "I usually sleep underneath my partner, our legs such
that our crotches are touching each other's legs."

    "I thought so," I smiled.  "You will sleep on top,
tonight, since I'm much heavier than you.  You are wearing
panties because I get the feeling that you might be a
grinder, and I don't want any accidental penetration."

    I felt Debbie's pride in my words to June.

    June eagerly took her place on my leg, her crotch just
above my knee.  She kissed me, and hugged me, and very soon,
she was breathing regularly.  Her small breasts were pressed
nicely against my right side as her body was draped over mine.

    I had been correct.  June was a grinder.  Even in sleep,
her motions hadn't completely stopped.

    I giggled, and Debbie, having heard the conversation and
seeing June's ass bounce up and down, giggled with me.

    "That looks like fun, Jim," Debbie said, quietly.  "Do
you have room for a second?"

    I spent the night with two beautiful women happily
humping my legs all night.  It was distracting at first, but
I quickly learned to enjoy it.

    Debbie apparently had forgotten to turn up the thermostat
when we got to the apartment, so having the two warm bodies
on mine made up for the lack of heat.  Of course, with all
that grinding, mostly coming from June's side, there was no
lack of sexual heat, either.  It was a most enjoyable night.
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