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Laura Alban Hunt

Chapter 16 -- Pooling Ideas

I looked at the clock; it was a little after 4:30.  Nancy or
Marybeth first?

I picked up the phone and called Marybeth.  "Can we talk?"  I
asked.

"Sure, would you like me to come over there?"

"If you could, it would be best.  I'm finding myself a little
swamped.  Gail's here."

"Well, I'll be there in half an hour, okay?"

"Sure."

I turned back to my own bailiwick.

"Gail, please.  Sherrie, too."  I led them to the family room
where Susan and Jamie were sitting, schoolbooks out.

"He's gone?" Susan asked.

"Yes.  A few things.  Actually, three names.  June Wheeler,
Sylvia and Toni Courdes; they are your age, Susan.  They live
down the street.  Jamie knows them."

Susan nodded.  "Jamie told me."

"That's fine.  They asked if they could swim in our pool; I told
them yes -- so long as I'm here.  They are home schooled, so your
schedules don't have much overlap."  Susan nodded.  "I haven't
made an issue of pool rules, Susan, but we do need to have some.
If I'm not here, June and her friends can't swim.  If Sherrie and
I are both gone, neither can you nor your friends can swim.  You
won't swim without an adult around."

Susan nodded.  "Sherrie, you are, so far as I'm concerned, an
adult.  I swim by myself, so can you.  It's not that good an
idea, though.  Also, you can invite friends over, even have a
party, so long as you let me know in advance."

Sherrie looked unhappy.  "Laura, particularly parties... well,
kids pretty much aren't allowed to have them any more.  Legal
issues, it's dangerous."  She shook her head.  "I couldn't do
that to you, Laura."

I smiled, walked over and kissed Susan on the lips, using my
tongue; rubbing my hand on the front of her jeans.  I didn't keep
it up long, switching to Jamie, then Gail.

When I finished, Gail grinned.  "Meanie!"

"Later," I replied and Gail grinned even more.

"I think I see your point," Sherrie said.

"I don't want to make light of the dangers, like I said
yesterday.  But I'm not going to live in fear of them, either." 
She nodded.

"Simple, common-sense rules.  Oh and Jamie?  You are on the
approved-friend list, okay?"

She smiled and nodded.  "Now, I need to talk to Gail, the rest of
you go do school work!"

I led Gail into the kitchen, offered her some tea.  She shook her
head.

"Marybeth wanted you to talk to me," Gail said neutrally.

"About forgiveness," I told her and Gail nodded.

"I'm not going to talk about what happened -- not to anyone.  I
promised Coach; I mean it.  I promise you too, Laura."

"I know; this isn't about that promise.  This is about you and
Fred."

"She got in trouble and I got in trouble; you're giving us
another chance."

"Yes, but there's a difference between how Amy feels about Fred
right now and how she feels about you."

Gail looked at me; at a guess, she didn't know.  "Gail, Amy
forgave Fred.  She didn't forgive you."

"And what Amy wants, that's important?" Gail said with a little
heat.

"It should make a difference to you," I told her.  "This isn't
about me, it's about you and Amy.  You know, one of your
teammates?"

"I told her I was sorry."

"She accepted your apology, but forgiveness was missing.  Do you
know what forgiveness is?"

Gail shook her head, so I filled in the blanks for her. 
"Absolution.  Erasing what happened in the big scoreboard of
life.

"Gail, think about something for a second.  You pushed Amy, not
just once, not just this weekend, but other times."

Gail nodded.  "I said I was sorry."

"Gail, at the party, you came on to me really strong... you also
asked a whole bunch of times."

"You weren't sure what you wanted to do.  You said you liked
it."

"And I did.  I told Amy that it's not a good idea to move limits
when you're with someone, I've told her and others that it's
wrong to push.  There are times, though, when mild pushing isn't
wrong.  Like with me."  Gail nodded.  "Were there others you
pushed, besides Amy?" I asked her.

Gail nodded.  "I suppose I should apologize to them, too."

"You should."

I stepped close to Gail, softened my voice.  "You said you were
one of the hungry ones.  Gail, that means you have an extra
responsibility, that you have to go a little further, be more
careful about pushing."  I kissed her like I'd kissed her before.
 "I know, because I've found that I'm a hungry one myself."

The kiss was hard and hungry on both of our parts, after a second
she was rubbing the front of my slacks as I was rubbing the front
of her shorts.  I smiled at her.  "You know what Marybeth
likes?"

"The best finger fuck in the world," Gail said, nodding.

"Mmmmhmmm.  She's been giving me lessons.  Want to see what I've
learned?"

Gail answered with her lips.  I fumbled with the zipper on her
shorts, then my hand was between her legs; hers between mine. 
For several minutes we frigged each other, then I inserted a
second finger and Gail let out a muffled cry.  I smiled at that,
opened my eyes to see the look on her face; I saw that and I saw
the look on Sherrie's face a few feet away.  Right then I found
the magic spot in Gail's vagina; she cried out again, much
louder.  I tickled it for nearly a minute, until Gail closed her
legs and broke off the kiss.

Gail gasped, muttered, "Oh my!  You have been taking lessons!" 
She took a deep breath, leaned closer.  "Please let me finish you
off!"

I nodded, looking down at her hand inside my slacks.  God, I
thought, that looks sexy.  Feels sexy!  Gail inserted another
finger, started pumping them in and out of me at a frantic pace.
I sighed, sighed again and came solidly.

I saw Sherrie step back, but she made a little sound, and Gail
turned to look.

Sherrie moved out of the room, and Gail turned back to me. 
"Marybeth likes to watch two of us," she whispered, and then
glanced back at the now empty doorway.  "She doesn't ever go with
anyone except one on one; not like Nancy."

"And you."

Gail nodded.  "I'm hungry!"

I smiled.  We zipped up and five minutes later when Marybeth
arrived, we were more or less normal.

"I need to talk to Marybeth, Gail.  I think it will take a
while."

"More lessons, I hope!" she said, then kissed Marybeth on the
cheek and left.

Marybeth and I sat in the kitchen, looking at the pool; she was
silent as I explained about the lawsuit.  Her face showed little
or no trace of emotion.

"Do you think she's going to drop the suit?" Marybeth asked when
I finished.

"I'd like to say yes, but I don't know for sure."

Marybeth sighed.  "When Nancy said we should cool it for a while,
I pretty much thought she was overreacting.  Now..."  She met my
eyes.  "I feel this very cold wind blowing on my backside."

The phone was in the other room and when it rang, I knew Susan
would get it.  After a second, Susan appeared.  "Linda says she's
decided to eat out tonight; she'll be by to pick Jamie up in a
while."

I nodded, and Susan left.

Marybeth looked at me.  "I'm going to leave.  If I stayed, I'd
probably say something.  I'd be polite, like you were, careful,
like you were -- and would add nothing.  Friday, that's a good
deadline.  Let me know what Linda does.  I think, for now, we
shouldn't bother Nancy with this.  It takes a bit to get her
dander up.  This would."

She gave me a hug and a kiss.  Then she smiled when we pulled
apart.  "Of course, if we're cooling it with the girls, that
means I can come back and we can see if we can improve our
performance with my little toy."

Snapshots flashed in my mind for a second; Roger, hard, sliding
inside me.  Marybeth and I fucking each other.  Last, Raul,
smiling at me.

"Keep that thought, whatever it is!"  Marybeth laughed, and then
left.  I wondered if she wondered why I was blushing so hard.

When Linda arrived, Jamie was ready.  I opened the front door to
let her out and she looked at Linda, then at me.  Without a word,
she put her backpack down, gave me a big hug, and then went
outside.

That was, I thought, all in all not a good sign.  Jamie had
hugged me goodbye.  She knew I'd gone to talk to Linda, she knew
the topic.  Then she had hugged me goodbye.  For all sorts of
reasons, I hoped she was wrong.

Sherrie and I worked on dinner; we'd come to a sort of
accommodation.  Sherrie wanted to learn more about cooking, Susan
didn't.  So Susan was going to load the dishwasher whenever we
cooked.

"I watched again," Sherrie muttered as we waited for the
microwave to melt meat for dinner.

"Gail didn't mind," I told her.

"I'm a perv."

"I don't think so.  Besides, I've found it's nice being a perv."

She smiled at me; later she and Susan started talking, while I
sat down with a book.

Around eight there was a knock on the door; I found two men
standing there.  "Jay Wheeler," the man in front said.  "I
believe you've met my daughter and my wife."

"I did.  A memorable pair."  He smiled.  He was about five eight,
rather slender in build, in his mid-thirties.

The other man said he was Frank Courdes, "Short," he said, "for
Francois.  Gus said you were amused by nick names."

"I don't think amused is the right word.  Intrigued or maybe
fascinated.  Maybe I'll write a book, some day."

"June is a determined young lady," Jay said.  "She loves to swim.
 This summer she'll be on the Phoenix Country Club swim team." 
He met my eyes.  "Thanks for letting her and Frank's girls use
your pool."

"That's one reason I bought the house."

I looked and saw June, Sylvia and Toni coming along the walk,
coming towards us.  "Look, why don't you all come in?  I'd like
you to meet my daughter and my boarder."

There was a long round of introductions, and then Susan and the
other girls went into the family room while Sherrie stayed with
us.

"I invited your daughters to a pool party Saturday."

Jay nodded.  "Karen also said your daughter and Jamie Kellogg are
friends, that you're friends with Linda Kellogg."

His voice was neutral and restrained.

"I invited them and I was sure they would come.  Now... the
invitation is still open, but I'm no longer sure either of them
will be here."

"June got an odd phone call this afternoon," Jay told me, his
eyes on me.  "It was from Jamie.  All she said was 'I'd apologize
to you, June, but my mom would have a cow.'  Then she hung up."

Sherrie, who'd been quiet up to then, laughed out loud.  "That is
so cool!  They were going on earlier about something.  I asked
what and Jamie told me there was something she really wanted to
do, but her mom wouldn't let her.  Susan said, 'sometimes just
knowing that someone would like to do something, but can't...
might be a way to say it without saying it.'"

The two men looked at Sherrie; uncertain, I thought, about what
to make of her statement.

I contemplated things for a second.  Jamie was an interesting
person, more mature, I thought, than Susan.  Sherrie was shy and
gay.  Why was she sitting with two men she didn't know, when she
could just have easily been elsewhere?  Because she'd been asked
to by either Susan or Jamie or maybe both.  Which meant Jamie had
been sure that there would be a chance for Sherrie to say what
Jamie had wanted her to say.

Jay smiled at Sherrie.  "I got the message earlier, but thanks
anyway for the college try."

Sherrie blushed and started to get up.  I touched her hand and
she looked at me.  "It was very nice of you to do that for Jamie,
thanks."

She got up and hurried off.

I met Jay's eye.  "There's like a..."  I paused and laughed, "I
was going to say fraternity, but I guess sorority would be
better.  Cheer is like any other team, the members bond.  They
help each other out.  Sherrie's graduated and Jamie isn't a
member yet, but they are kindred spirits anyway."

He nodded and there was an awkward pause.  I met Jay's eyes; they
flicked down to my breasts, hesitated and didn't go lower.  "I'm
sorry your wives didn't come along, I liked talking to them," I
said mildly.

"Right now," Frank said, "they are sitting back at our house,
wishing we would come and tell them what all was said."

"They should have come along," I repeated.  Why would they trust
their husbands alone with me, when they could have just as easily
come along?  I saw Jay glance at Frank, and saw Frank smile
slightly back.

Oh, that explains it.  Except the explanation offered up more
questions than the one simple explanation answered.

Frank spoke, "Karen has this remarkable ability; she calls it
'gaydar.'  The ability to look at someone and know if they are
gay or not."

"I've heard of it."  And at one time I had had my doubts; now I
wasn't so sure.  I could sure look at a girl or woman and know if
she wanted to be with me.  I mentally kicked myself; then
realized I really didn't want to go around scrutinizing everyone
I met.  "And she applied this to me?"

"To you, Linda Kellogg and Jamie."  He met my eyes.  "She
thought, what with one thing and another, you'd prefer us to meet
you before she met your daughter or your boarder."

"She needn't have worried."  I waved at them, "Obviously you have
something to say."  And if it's you don't want your daughters
associated with gays, what does it say about you?

"You know what happened between June and Jamie."  He wasn't
really asking a question.

"Yes, I hadn't heard about it before today.  I listened to June's
side this morning; this afternoon I listened to Jamie's.  It is a
tribute to both of them that the detail of events matched
perfectly.  Jamie really is sorry; she lost all her friends."

"Because June punched Jamie?"  He shook his head, obviously not
believing me.

"Because Jamie had become arrogant and self-centered;
contemptuous of not only June and her friends, but her own
friends as well.  I'm no fonder of Linda's lawsuit than you are;
nonetheless she helped guide Jamie back towards being a human
being.  And Jamie was smart enough to follow the guide.  I don't
have any problem being friends with either of them."

Jay sat looking at me, "Odd how things work."  It was uncannily
like what Marybeth had said about Ann and being tickled.

"In college Karen was attacked.  A cockroach of a human being
literally crawled out of a crack, hit her and started to drag her
back to his hole.

"Poor guy, he thought he was attacking a little kid; not the
scion of twenty generations of coal miners.  She pulverized
him."

"Good for her!" I replied instantly.

"They took Karen to the student infirmary to be examined; she did
have some bruises.  Not nearly what she applied to the
cockroach.

"Then... then it got bad.  Really bad for Karen," Jay went on.

"Karen was politically liberal; she believed in feminism and all
that.  In less than a week she woke up and realized who it really
was who cared about her rights; she's volunteered for a lot of
conservative candidates ever since.  It's where I met her."

"I'm not sure I follow," I told him.  "What happened to change
her mind?"

"The feminists, the do-gooders were positive she was traumatized.
 They wanted to enshrine her as a permanent victim, to make her a
poster girl in their campaign to show what scum all men are.

"It didn't matter to those women that Karen hadn't been
traumatized at all; in fact, when the guy was tried, she pointed
him out.  The guy peed himself, right there in front of everyone
when she did.  He was terrified of her.  Karen wasn't a victim;
she didn't think she'd done anything more than step on a
cockroach.

"Oh and then about a dozen of those 'do-gooders' hit on her. 
Some of them groped her, others tried to kiss her... they didn't
want to hear 'no.'  She was, they told her, confused, and
brainwashed by men.  Even when she told them that she and Gus had
been lovers since high school, they kept on.  Any woman, they
told her, who used a name like 'Gus' was obviously a brainwashed
victim of patriarchal, dominant males whose only desire is to see
women barefoot and pregnant and kept that way.

"They started bothering Gus.  Neither Karen nor Gus are proud of
it, but the only way they could bring the harassment to an end
was transfer to another university."

"Churchill said it.  A person who's not liberal when they are
twenty has no heart, a person who's not conservative when they
are forty has no brain," I told them.

"Jay and I sometimes talk about founding a political party of our
own.  Liberal toleration of personal differences, conservative
dislike of government solutions to our problems," Frank said.

"I'll join," I said with a laugh.  I looked at Jay.  "I told
Karen I don't take sides; I kind of lied.  When I see something I
don't agree with, usually I try not to be nosey or butt in -- but
I have a vested interest in maintaining my current status in the
community; that pales in comparison to my interest in my
daughter's welfare."

"I understand," Frank said.

"We both do," Jay added.

I looked Jay right in the eye.  "I told Linda that as the gay
parent of a gay daughter that I didn't feel comfortable with the
gay mother of my daughter's best friend and sometimes lover,
suing someone where the behavior of her daughter will be a topic
for investigation and testimony.

"Linda has had exceedingly bad legal advice; she has never, so
far as I can tell, thought the matter through.  Now she's
divorced, she's not rolling in money.  And it will take a fair
amount to drop the matter."

"Tough," Jay said.

"Normally I'd agree.  I'm not asking for sympathy on her behalf;
maybe I'm asking for some for Jamie.  Linda will have to raid
Jamie's college money if she drops the lawsuit."

"Tough," Jay repeated.  "That said, we aren't eager to push ahead
either.  Our attorneys have repeatedly asked for permission to
move against the Kellogg's; we made it a condition of service
from the beginning that they couldn't without our permission.

"We offered to pay Jamie's medical bills; that has been on the
table since day one.  Our attorneys say the other side isn't
interested in anything less than six figures.  We don't have that
kind of money and I won't give in as long as that is what she
wants."

For a moment, there was simple silence.  Then we could all hear
the laughter from the other room.

"That," I said, nodding in the direction of the mirth, "is my
bottom line.  My daughter's happiness.  If she wants to tell
people about her sexual preferences, that's her decision.  I will
do my best to keep some pond scum lawyer taking that choice out
of her hands, be it your attorney or Linda's.

"I realize it is probably confusing, but your daughters remain
invited Saturday, so does Jamie.  Linda had earlier offered to
help; it's a nice gesture but these are pretty special young
ladies who will be coming.  They cleaned up after themselves last
time.  Oh, one last thing.

"Your daughters will be around cheerleaders and girls aspiring to
be cheerleaders.  Their shit stinks, just like ours.  They try to
keep out the stuck-up snobs and the bubbleheads.  The Coach at
Scottsdale is proud of the fact that the squad has the second
best GPA of any extracurricular group, except the chess club.  As
I told Karen earlier, I doubt if there will be any problems, but
if there are any, I'll deal with them."

"I guess we all have buttons," Jay said calmly.

"We do," I told him.

"I appreciate your frankness," Frank said with a grin.

"Candor too," Jay added.

"Not as punny," I said with a nod at Frank.

"It's getting late, it's a school night," Jay concluded.

"That, and Karen and Gus are going to kill us for taking this
long," Frank said.

"Tell you what; to make up for keeping you two out past your
bedtime, come over for dinner tomorrow.  All of you."

"Seven more for dinner?" Jay said.  "We don't eat together
ourselves, not all that often."

"Usually they send June over to sponge for herself," Frank
quipped.  "But that's okay because she hardly eats anything."

"Please, I'm teaching Sherrie to cook.  Cooking for eleven will
be a good exercise of her new skills."  I laughed.  "And will
make Susan regret she volunteered for the dishes."

"You might have a couple of helpers in the kitchen, before and
after," Jay said.

"That would be good."

They gathered up their daughters and headed out.

I went into Susan's room and sat down on her bed.  "June and her
friends are nice," Susan told me.  "I can't believe I didn't meet
them before now."

"They are home schooled; they have a different schedule, and
different interests," I told her.  "June is a swimmer, not a
cheerleader."

Susan nodded in agreement.  "It was odd.  After you and Jamie
talked this afternoon, Jamie was really sad.  She decided to call
June up and tell her that she wished she could apologize."

"I know what you did and why; I understand about Sherrie."

Susan nodded.  "Then they came over tonight.  We talked and
talked and talked.  They talked about swimming and their team, me
about cheerleading.  I wouldn't have thought we'd have anything
in common... but it was a lot."

"There are a couple of ways to get to the store on the corner," I
told Susan.  "The further you have to go, usually the more ways
there are to get there.  Each path takes you someplace different,
but you finally get to the same destination."

She smiled, leaned over and hugged me.  For a few minutes we
kissed, then Susan said it was time for her to get some sleep. 
It's a matter of quiet pride to hear something like that from
your children; the realization that even in the smallest ways
they are growing up, becoming more mature.

I went into the kitchen and cleaned up the glasses, amused that
the three adults had left more of a mess than four or five
teenaged girls.  Sherrie still was technically a teenager even if
she had long since passed out of childhood and had turned into a
young adult.

I turned off the lights, decided that I'd been a good girl for
long enough.  I went and poured myself a small glass of white
wine; filling the glass with ice cubes.  Roger would have been
surprised, I thought.

I went outside; a nearly full moon was rising in the east; even
as bright as it was, I almost didn't see Sherrie, lying on her
back on one of the picnic tables, looking upwards.

"Would you like to be alone?" I asked.

Sherrie giggled.  "No, I don't want to be alone.  I came out to
look at the stars, to be with them."  She sat up.  "Except you
can't hardly see any stars here in the city, and with the moon
up, you can't see any period."

I nodded.  "I've lived in the city all my life; when I was a
teenager I went to a camp in the mountains.  I saw the stars, the
real stars, for the first time.  The first couple of nights after
that I got in trouble for going outside after lights out, just to
look.

"Then it clouded up and started to rain; we had nothing but rain
for the rest of the two weeks.  I was terribly disappointed."

"It's enough to know they are out there," Sherrie said.  She
turned to me.  "Laura, could we cuddle again tonight?"

"Sure."

"I feel so alone since Ann left.  I can't explain it.  This
evening with Jamie and Susan, the three others, I didn't feel
alone.  I don't feel alone with you."  She looked at me.  "I
don't like an empty house."

"Hold that thought," I said with a laugh.  "I invited seven
guests for dinner tomorrow.  Well above two dozen Saturday
afternoon."  I laughed again.  "And on Sunday, we will rest."

Sherrie got up, walked over to me and put her head on my chest,
her arms around my shoulders.  I held her in my arms for a few
minutes, and then she lifted her head and looked at me. 
"Thanks."

There was enough light to see her eyes, and to recognize what I
saw.  "You want to ask, don't you?"  I said softly, "But I told
you not while you're under my roof."  Sherrie nodded.

"Look up, Sherrie."  She did, and then brought her eyes back to
mine.  I doubt if she was surprised at all.  "No roof."

Her arms tightened around me.  I was surprised when she whispered
softly, "I'd rather watch you and Susan."  A brief hesitation. 
"You and anyone."

"Susan said she was tired."  Again the merry light in Sherrie's
eyes.

"Or maybe she wanted to masturbate," Sherrie suggested.  I smiled
to myself; yep that would be another valid explanation.

"Let's both go watch, then."  She unwrapped her arms and we went
inside.  I listened for a second outside Susan's door; Sherrie
had been right.

I pushed open the door; Susan was lying on top of her covers, her
feet together, but her feet were pulled upwards, causing her
thighs to splay outward.  She was rubbing what looked like a
small plastic tube in and out of her pussy.

"Need a hand with that?"  I asked after watching for a minute or
two.

"Oh!  I'm so close!"  Susan quivered, then sighed.  It didn't
take but a few seconds for her to come.  "I thought you'd be too
tired," Susan said, regaining her breath.

I moved close, reached down and lightly tugged the ersatz dildo
from her hand.  "You don't mind do you?"  I asked.  Susan nodded,
but I could see her eyes were on Sherrie, still back by the
door.

"I'm not too tired, I don't mind and you didn't answer my
question."  I ran the warm moist plastic lightly over her clit. 
"Would you mind if Sherrie watched?"

"Hand, fingers, lips, tongue... whatever!  Yes!"  She hesitated,
"I thought maybe, you two..."

"I don't think so," I told Susan and I pressed a little harder,
moved the tube a little faster over her clit.

A picture snapped into my mind, Marybeth and I when we'd gotten
the rhythm of the dildo down; then Roger rampant and eager... and
instead of me in the bed with him, it was Susan.  What had I told
the Sanchez woman?  If it had been me instead of Roger, I would
have been comfortable with him raising Susan without me?  In my
mind's eye Susan muttered, "Fuck me, daddy!  Fuck me hard!"

I opened my eyes.  I saw Susan looking at me, mildly concerned. 
"That's a little too hard, Mom."  I looked down, and realized I'd
been doing to Susan what dream Roger had been doing to her.

"Sorry, Susan."  I knelt between her legs, licked the moisture
around her vaginal opening, then kissed her opening, then used my
tongue.

I sucked and licked for at least ten minutes.  Then Susan came
with soft cries of pleasure that filled me with that special
warmth I had come to love so much.

Without a word, Susan was tugging me, moving me to sit over her
face; I marveled for the dozenth time how much better this was
than anything I'd known before Gail.  Barely two weeks, I
realized.  How my life had changed in just that short a period of
time!

Susan rubbed my bottom, with her palms, her thumbs trailing up
the crack of my ass, lightly parting the cheeks; I started to
come and Susan went into over-drive.

I'm not sure when in there I realized Sherrie had come close;
maybe it was because Susan was gasping and moaning again,
obviously excited.  I glanced back over my shoulder, saw Sherrie
running the little plastic dildo in and out of Susan; Susan
having reverted back to having her legs splayed wide apart.

Watching the plastic tube slide in and out of Susan's pussy was
wildly erotic; in spite of Susan's lessening attention to my
pussy, I started coming when she did.  For another instant, the
picture in my mind was of Nancy sitting on a girl's face, kissing
Gail, while Gail fingered the other girl and was fingered in
return.

At the time it hadn't seemed that exciting.  Now it was.

Susan sighed, "Oh wow!  Oh wow, oh wow!  That was so cool!"  I
could feel her breath on my bush; short explosions of warmth that
didn't quite make me come again, but felt wonderfully nice.

Sherrie leaned close to me, her mouth touching my ear.  "I'll be
in your bed," she whispered, and then I felt the wash of air as
she moved away.

I looked down at Susan, and smiled at her.  I lifted up, moving
down until I lay on top of her, my mound pressing against hers. 
Once again our clits touched, both engorged, swollen with our
desire.  I moved mine deliberately against hers while trying to
brush her breasts with mine.  It took a great deal of focus;
Susan came long before I did.  Then, sensing my desire, she
started moving against me, her hands were on my ass, running down
the crack, lightly spreading my cheeks.

I came again and for a moment just stayed still, my clit against
hers, two sets of hard nipples resting against each other.

Susan murmured, "I'm awfully sleepy.  What nice dreams I'm going
to have!"

I moved off her and then leaned down and kissed her.  Her eyelids
were heavy, her face showing completion and satiation.  I smiled,
remembering that look on Roger's face.  I went out, closing
Susan's door behind me.  Roger had been very good about not
falling asleep right away; a couple of times he had, but those
had been special and in any case, he'd fallen asleep still erect
and in me.  No, I hadn't minded at all.

In my room Sherrie was in bed, lying on the far side, facing me.
I undressed, climbed in next to her.  Sherrie leaned close,
kissed me lightly.  "Can I spoon up behind you?"

"Sure," I said, and rolled over.  Sherrie snuggled close; I could
feel her modest breasts against my back, her bush press against
my bottom.  That seemed to bother her, and she pulled a little
back.  Her arm came around my shoulder, resting a few inches from
my face.

It took me a second to realize that I smelled Susan's juices on
Sherrie's hand; the smell was light and tantalizing.  At first I
thought it was just what Susan had left on my face, but it didn't
take long to change my mind.

"Laura," Sherrie said softly from behind me, "have you ever
wished you were a man?"

"Not really."

I felt her hand caress my bottom, trailing down the crack.  "I
wish I was a man right now."  Her mouth was right next to my ear;
her words a faint whisper.  "I'd be all hard now, I'd want to
make love to you very much."

Her hand on my bottom brushed across my sex, hard to reach
because my legs were closed; without thinking I moved my legs
apart, giving her better access.  Her fingers lightly moved over
my bush, finding and lightly caressing my clit.

Her fingers moved away, but she spoke again.  "I'd want to slide
my hard cock into you..."  I felt something run between the folds
of my sex; I realized that it was Susan's little dildo and that
it was warm.  I smiled to myself; cool Sherrie, I know where you
kept it, warm and handy.  It slid inside me and I added "well
lubricated" to the earlier list.  "Then I'd start slowly making
love to you, sinking deeper and deeper into you with each
stroke."

That was definitely what was happening, too.  The other night
with Marybeth had been the first time I'd used a dildo, the first
time I'd had one used on me.  A toy, Marybeth had called it.  I
sighed softly, clenched my vagina around the presence inside of
me.

Roger had made love to me a few times in this position; it wasn't
much good for either of us, as the angles were wrong and he
couldn't get very deep; still, right after Susan was born it had
felt very good.  The angle Sherry was at, though, was perfect.

It didn't take long for me to come; that seemed to release more
of Sherrie's inhibitions, she wasn't rough with the dildo, but
she did move it in and out very rapidly, sending me to one of my
crashing orgasms.

Her final words were, "Then, my love and I happy; we'd sleep." 
Her arm went around me, her hand cupping one of my breasts.  I
slowly came down from my pleasant high, unwilling to turn over
and see if Sherrie was really asleep.  Instead, I reached up and
lightly touched her fingers with mine, and slept myself.

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