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Laura Alban Hunt

Chapter 17   Dinner for a Horde

I felt Sherrie stir, then I felt her roll away from me.  "I'm
awake," I said softly.

"You're not mad are you?" she whispered.

I rolled over and kissed her on the cheek.  "No, that was nice,
Sherrie."

She smiled.  "I've wanted to play pretend with Ann for a long
time; the one time I tried... she got really upset."

"I'm not Ann and I'm not upset."

"It was under your roof."

"It was," I agreed.  "Sherrie, sometimes we try to do things with
the best of intentions.  Sometimes those things work out, other
times they don't."  I chuckled.  "At least we started out from
under the roof.

"I didn't let you stay here because I wanted to have sex with
you, but I'm not going to kick you out because we did.  I wanted
to help you, that's all."

"You have.  Laura..."  She looked at me.  "I know there are
others you like.  I don't want to take that away from you.  I
have all these dreams and fantasies about making love.  I don't
know how to explain it."

"If you want me to share in your dreams, I will.  And yes, there
are others.  At least for the foreseeable future."

The alarm went off.  We both rolled our eyes; then we shared a
laugh.  I shut the alarm off and we got up, and kissed for a
couple of minutes.  Sherrie went to get ready for school, I went
to make sure Susan was up and then take my shower.

When I went out to swim later, the morning was already warm.  I
swam a dozen laps, letting my mind drift.  Twice in a week women
had pretended to be men, to make love to me.  What did that say
about myself?  I'd enjoyed it both times; true it was a milder
form of sex, but that wasn't entirely a bad thing.  I'd hate to
get jaded, where I had to have super orgasms with someone just to
notice them at all.

That, and there were times I would think about Raul and what it
would be like to be with a man again.  It was, I thought,
confusing.

I took another shower.  I decided to wear a summer dress in the
evening.  The dress was dark, but the thin cotton fabric would
breathe well.  In the meantime, I put on shorts and a loose
tank-top shirt.  I'd gotten pretty irregular about whether or not
I wore a bra: I decided not to bother today.

Sherrie left, I took Susan to school.  I was sitting at the
computer about 8:30, when the phone rang.  "Sergeant Miller, DPS,
Mrs. Hunt.  We have the report ready."  He chuckled, "I heard
something about cookies."

"When would be a good time for a friend with cookies to arrive?"
I asked.

"Three; you'd get to make two shifts happy."

"A little after three it will be.  Thanks, thanks a lot."

"For cookies, we go the extra mile!"

He hung up and I wandered into the kitchen, to make sure I had
everything I needed.  Since I did, I figured now would be as good
a time as any to start making them.  I made four different kinds,
quite a few more than I would normally make, putting aside some
for dinner.

I was down to the put-another-couple-of-trays-in-the-
oven-every-twelve-minutes stage when the phone rang again.  I
hate people who put their phone on speaker, but this time I did,
so I could deal with the baking.

"Hi, I'm Louise Carter, Nancy Howland gave me your name.  I run
the Tonto Bridge Cheerleading camp."

"Laura Alban Hunt," I told her.  "You'll have to excuse me, I'm
baking cookies."

"I can call back, if you'd like."

"Oh, it's fine.  If I'm talking, it'll give me an incentive not
to sample the goods."

She laughed.  "Nancy said you might be interested in working
something out, that you might be available to work full time
during the summer for us."

"I would.  You understand, though, that I wasn't a cheerleader?"

"People who can jump up and down while screaming and shouting
aren't hard to find," she said dryly.  "People that can put a
little rhythm into it, keeping in time with the music -- that's a
little harder, but not that much harder.  Nancy says she's never
met anyone better at working out problems with girls -- and that
is priceless."

She chuckled.  "You'd be surprised how much of my time that sucks
up.  There's a reason schools have a vice principal to deal with
discipline matters."

"I'd be willing to do that or do anything else that you might
need."

"We run three two-week sessions, starting the last week of June,
going to the first week of August.  Would you be available?"

"Yes; if need be I can find something for my daughter to do."

"Nancy said that your daughter is quite capable, but hasn't been
exposed to a lot of the various opportunities in Cheer.  She
wouldn't be the only girl who attends all three sessions."

"That would be nice."  I looked outside at the pool.  I could see
the air shimmering.  "Is the camp in the mountains?"

"Yes, northwest of Payson.  Nancy said it might be a matter of
concern to you that one of the sessions, the last, is co-ed."

"Some," I told her, "but if I'm there to hover, I wouldn't have a
problem."

She chuckled again.  "How about we get together for lunch?  We
could talk about what would be involved."

"That's fine; any day except for Saturday, my slate is clean."

"Monday?" she asked.

"That's fine.  When and where?"

"I teach at Saguaro Middle School.  I have my prep period and
lunch back to back.  How about you come to the office Monday a
little after 11:30 and we'll go from there?"

I got directions from her, told her I'd be there.

Cookie making came to an end.  I'm happy to report that I didn't
sample too many.  I spent some time cleaning in the kitchen, more
time in the living room and family room, more time in the
bathrooms.

Around one the phone rang again; good, I thought.  I was ready
for a break.  I picked up and it was Linda.

"I went to lunch today with my boss, he's a CPA," she told me. 
"I don't know what to say, Laura, except that I'm sorry.  You
were right.  He told me of some of the lawsuits he's heard about
-- they were pretty nasty.  I want to apologize to you."

"You should apologize to the Wheelers."  I didn't suggest Jamie
should apologize; she'd beaten Linda to it.

"I don't think they'd talk to me."

"Oh, you'd be surprised there," I told her.  "I found I had some
things in common with Jay Wheeler and Frank Courdes; they
mentioned you and I have even more in common with their wives. 
Susan visited with June, Sylvia and Toni a bit yesterday evening.
 Susan and June have a lot in common, although June swims for a
team instead of being in Cheer."

"Oh," Linda said softly.

"Another thing.  I know it's going to be expensive to drop
this."

"Seven thousand dollars," Linda said bitterly, "A quarter of
Jamie's college fund."

I hope, I thought, that you aren't relying on getting money in
lieu of sympathy from me.

"You have a contingency arrangement with your attorney, right?"

"Yes, if it had gone to trial, I'd not have had to pay, win or
lose."

"Would you consider cheating that scum-sucking bastard lawyer of
yours?"

For a second Linda was quiet, and then she laughed.  "I guess he
was never my friend, was he?"

"Lawyers have lawyers for friends," I told her.  "I know this
won't be easy, but if you were to call Jay or Karen Wheeler,
apologize, then fall on your sword a couple of times after you
tell them you're dropping the suit -- you might find them
agreeing to pay Jamie's medical expenses.  It probably isn't a
lot, but it would be something.  And it would come outside the
legal channels; you wouldn't be making any of the lawyers rich."

"For nearly eight hundred dollars, I can do that.  I don't know
what to say, Laura.  I'm sorry."

"That works for me, Linda."

"Do you think it would help if Jamie apologized?  I know she
would."

"I think that should be up to her.  Tell her what's going on; let
her make up her own mind about what she wants to do.  A forced
apology isn't worth much."

"She's been better about this than I have, practically from the
start.  June popped her in the nose and then her friends dropped
her like a rock.  Jamie realized that she was wrong, and went out
of her way to fix it."

"She's a fine girl, I like her a lot."

"Thanks, Laura.  I need to get back to work."

She hung up and I briefly considered inviting her and Jamie to
dinner, and then decided that some things are best left to later.
 No need to push when it came to reconciling, either.

Sherrie came back from school, noticed the cookies in the kitchen
when she was pouring her glass of tea.  "Does this mean that form
is in?"

"It surely does," I told her.  "Feel up to helping me deliver
these?"

"Sure!" she replied enthusiastically.  

"I was going to leave a little before three," I told her.

"I need to hit the books, then."

She retired to her room, while I spent a while in the shower
again, changed to jeans, a blouse with a bra.  Yeah, the young
man had been staring at Sherrie's breasts, not mine, but you
never know.  Better, I thought, not to titillate the beasts.  I
couldn't help wondering if Sherrie's enthusiasm was because of
certain cute police officer, behind the desk.

The afternoon was much warmer than it had been the last few days;
I was glad the car had air conditioning.  

The officers were happy to see us, particularly the young officer
who spent a lot of time looking at Sherrie.  I thanked them for
their help; they thanked me for the cookies.  At the end, just
before we left, I noticed Sherrie smiling at the young officer.

We picked up Susan from school.  We drove home and all of us shed
clothes in the family room and jumped into the pool.

I ended up floating on my back, lightly resting my shoulders on
the pool steps, Susan on one side, Sherrie on the other.  Not
quite touching, but close.

"I'm sorry I borrowed your little plastic thing without asking,
Susan," Sherrie said after a few minutes.

Susan giggled.  "I hope it felt nice."

"It did," I replied.  I saw Susan turn her head and look at me.

"I took it in the shower with me this morning; afterwards, I
washed it off and put it back.  It's was interesting," Sherrie
said.

"I didn't mind you watching last night," Susan told her.

"Thanks.  I don't know why I like just watching -- but I get
really excited when I do."

"I imagine," Susan said, then she giggled and blushed.  We all
laughed.

I held up my hand and saw my wrinkled fingers.  "I'm wrinkling
up, I'm going to get out.  I need to get started on dinner."

I got up, gathered my clothes and headed for my room.

I realized Sherrie was right behind me.  I turned, and without a
word she came into my arms, kissing me hard.  I kissed back; then
Sherrie ran her hand, palm down, across my stomach, over my
abdomen to press down on my clit.  As her fingers sought
entrance, I pushed my abdomen forward to meet her probing.

"You're really dry!" Sherrie said after a second.

"You'd think after spending a half hour soaking in the pool," I
muttered, a little exasperated myself, "that you'd get wetter not
dryer."  Still, Sherrie was patient and persistent and I was in
the mood, a winning combination.

"I really need to get started on dinner," I murmured, pressing my
body against hers later.

"Thank you for being so patient with me."

I kissed her lightly.  "Girl, I'm the one in need of patience."

"You?" Sherrie asked, surprised.

"Me," I sighed.  "God, I like this.  It seems like I'm living out
the most vivid fantasies I had when I was fifteen or sixteen."  I
bounced my belly against hers.  "Although I didn't remember them
being this vivid."

Sherrie smiled at me.

"I keep thinking it has to be wrong, to feel this good," I went
on.  "Everything I've ever heard until this month says that what
I'm doing is evil and depraved.  That I have to be taking
advantage of you younger girls."  I looked her in the eye.  "I
swear, so far I've never gone looking for anyone.  I've never put
my eye on a girl, talked to her in a way that would sway what she
thinks about me, to change a no or a maybe to a yes.  I've never
pushed, much less taken advantage of someone."

Sherrie looked at me steadily for a moment, and then shook her
head.  "You can't feel it I suppose."

"Feel what?"

"You glow, Laura; I don't know if that's the right word for it,
but it's how I think of it.  You shine on the people around you
and we soak it up through our skin and we're better people for
it.  It's almost enough to make me believe in saints; you're a
daily miracle in the lives of the people you touch.  I feel like
I'm greedy, cutting in at the head of the line, taking the time
you might spend with someone else.

"I loved Ann, I cry every day that she's gone.  You..."  She
smiled wanly.  "I cherish every minute I have with you."

"I can't be your whole life," I cautioned her, trying to be
honest.

Sherrie nodded.  "I know and I don't want to be your whole life,
either.  For one thing, I think I'd burst after a while; just
swell up with your energy and burst.  No, you're so special,
beyond special."  She giggled.  "And that police officer looked
cute.  My, wouldn't that surprise everyone?"  She kissed me
lightly.  "Thanks.  Thanks for everything."  She smiled, turned
and left.

I decided that I absolutely had to have another shower, so I took
as hasty a shower as I ever had, then started preparations for
dinner.  I was busily chopping lettuce, dicing tomatoes, some
cheddar cheese; I love to cook and it had been a long time since
I'd had to cook for this many.  Sherrie came to help after a bit,
then Susan was done with her homework and she too lent a hand.

Around a quarter to five the phone rang, just as the doorbell
jangled.  Susan ran to the phone, I went to the door.  The trio
of girls and their mothers were there.  Karen smiled.  "I realize
you just have to be busy, so I thought Gus and I would offer to
lend a hand.  Our daughters, alas, just want to swim around in
circles."

"That's fine; I can't offer much but biscuits and some potato
salad to work on."

Susan came over, carrying the phone.  "Mom, it's Carolyn."

"You go talk to whoever," Karen said, "Gus and I can do biscuits
and potato salad."

I thanked them, and went to talk to Carolyn.

"Hi Laura, you said I could call."

"I did and you can.  How are you?"

"Good.  I'm at Aunt Nancy's.  Mom has a headache.  Aunt Nancy has
been showing me how to embroider."

"I never learned how to do that," I told her.  "I think someday I
should take the time and learn."

"I making you a shirt," she said.  "Aunt Nancy is helping with
the design."

"Gosh thanks, Carolyn, I look forward to seeing it."  I could
hear Nancy's voice in the background; hear Carolyn say it was me.
 "Aunt Nancy wants to talk to you."

"Sure."

"Laura?  Nancy.  I don't suppose I could ask you for a perfectly
huge favor?"

"Sure."

"Something serious had come up; Elizabeth Bender, one of the
senior girls was hurt in a car accident a little while ago.  A
bunch of the team are going over to the hospital.  I guess it's
pretty bad."

I tried to remember Elizabeth, the only picture I had was a
bouncy blonde with a perpetual smile.  "And..."

"Denise is having problems.  She and Carolyn got into a huge
fight yesterday," Nancy's voice dropped.  "She wants Carolyn to
quit dance, quit everything."

"That bites."

"Yeah, I'm going to run some of the girls over to the hospital; I
won't be back till late.  Would you let Carolyn sleep over?"

"Sure, that's not problem."  Shucks, twelve was a rounder number
for dinner.

"She goes to the same school as Susan and Jamie, just she's a
seventh grader."

"It's not a problem," I repeated.

"One more thing," Nancy's voice seemed to be a little nervous. 
"Ann is coming over to talk to Sherrie; I think she wants to
break it off completely."

"I think it was pretty complete the other day," I told Nancy. 
"She's still not..."  I didn't want to say the word.

"No, I don't think she ever was.  She was just really angry; I
think when Ann said she was going to 'end it all', I take that to
mean she's decided to be a little more mainstream."

"Oh," I said and added to myself, "I hope you're sure."

"So, you don't mind?"

"No, not at all.  Carolyn will be welcome for dinner too."

"That would probably be best, I have no idea how long we'll be at
the hospital."

"Carolyn is welcome for however long she needs to stay."

I hung up and went into the kitchen.  "Sherrie, can I talk to
you?"

She and I went into the family room and I told her that Ann was
coming and what Nancy had said about Ann.  Sherrie's eyes went to
the kitchen; obviously she was concerned about having that sort
of discussion with company present.

"I don't think Ann's going to make a scene," I told her.  "If she
does, Karen and Gus will understand.  I promise you, they will
understand."

Then I told Sherrie about the injured teammate; she shrugged.

"Lez Liz," she said quietly.  "That girl never took no for an
answer.  She and Nancy are close, though."

I went back into the kitchen, walked over to Karen, who was
mixing biscuit batter.  "How many are you making?"  I asked her.

"Two dozen," she replied.

"Can you make maybe another half dozen?  We're going to have at
least one more guest for dinner, maybe two."

A little later Carolyn and Ann showed up; Carolyn with a small
suitcase in tow.  Ann and Sherrie looked like two porcupines
squaring off; they headed for Sherrie's room.

I smiled at Carolyn and then waved at the pool, where Susan,
June, Sylvia and Toni were having a good time.  "I don't suppose
you brought a suit?"  Carolyn shook her head.  "Anything in your
pockets?"  I asked.  She shook her head again, looking at me,
curious.  I checked; she wasn't wearing a watch or cell phone.

"Come outside, then," I said, and Carolyn followed along,
curious.  I stopped at the door, smiled at her.  "No street shoes
on the pool deck."  She obediently took off her sneakers, and
then we went out.

"Susan, can Carolyn join you in the pool?"

Susan nodded, glancing at Carolyn in her street clothes.

I reached down, scooped up Carolyn in my arms.  "Payback,
Carolyn."  I tossed her a few feet away from the edge, away from
the others.  Carolyn's arms wind-milled; she was screaming and
laughing when she splashed down.

Almost at once she was up, heaving a remarkable dollop of water
in my direction.  I hastily moved to one side and a second later
another huge dollop of water was on its way.  That time I didn't
move fast enough and got soaked good.

"About an hour to dinner, girls," I told them; evading two more
splashes as I beat my retreat.

I went in the kitchen and dried off my face with a kitchen towel.
 I saw Karen looking at my chest; I looked down.  The blouse
really was transparent when wet and I hadn't bothered with a bra
after my shower.  "Cute," Karen said with a laugh.

"Very," Gus added.

"At least I don't notice the heat as much," I told them, only
slightly embarrassed.  Two weeks ago if a woman had said that to
me, I'd have turned red; probably would have had to leave the
room.  If a man had said it, I'd likely have slapped him.  Now,
there was mild warmth south of my tummy and I wasn't in the least
in doubt about the source.  Karen was cute and Gus verged on
beautiful.

I took a deep breath and let the moment pass.  Life was entirely
too complicated to go getting involved with one or two married
women.

I went back to work, the three of us talking about the minutiae
of cooking and lives; I was, I realized, very relaxed around
them.

Ann left, not bothering with a goodbye to me.  Sherrie beckoned
to me and I went with her.  Instead of her room, she led me to
mine.

"She's okay?" I asked.

"I guess," Sherrie said.  "Ann just weirded me out.  Nancy told
me about the tickling and pillow fight the other night."

"Yes."

"Ann said she woke up the next morning with someone going down on
her, each of her breasts being kissed by someone else.  Four of
them made love, she told me, all morning long.  Then they got up
and went out, laughing and happy.

"Now, she says, God has spoken to her.  Elizabeth is racked up,
in the hospital.  She could lose an eye.  God, Ann says, sent her
a message.  Stop being a lesbian slut and go straight."  Sherrie
looked at me.  "I told her I hoped we would always be friends and
that I wished her well."

I touched her shoulder.  "I'm sorry."

"You know what I thought as I saw her leave?"  Sherrie, said,
blinking back tears.  "I should count myself lucky she didn't
decide to try to convert me."

"Lie down for a bit and rest.  Come out later for dinner," I told
her.

I let myself out, went back to the kitchen, started melting
meat.

Both Karen and Gus were amazed.  "That is so cool; I usually just
have a few pieces of meat in the freezer."

I had a standup freezer full of it.

"The advantage of having a Costco down the street," I told her.

A bit later, Jay and Frank arrived, while we cooks were taking a
breather in the family room.

Jay nodded to me, turned to his wife.  "The lawyers called this
afternoon, Kellogg dropped the suit."  Karen looked pleased and
Jay turned to me.  "I can't help but feel you had something to do
with it."

I shrugged.

"Particularly since a little while ago Linda Kellogg called and
apologized.  Her daughter had been wrong, she herself was wrong.
She wanted to know what our legal bill had been and I told her. 
She offered to pay it, less Jamie's medical expenses.  Under the
table, of course."

He looked at me.  "When I told her what we'd spent, she cursed
herself.  She said you'd told her that her lawyer was
'scum-sucking pond slime' or something like that.  Her lawyer's
bill was three and a half times ours."

"I know it's none of my business, but did you accept her offer?"

"He'd better have," Karen said with heat.

"Yes," Jay said economically.  "Thank you, Laura, I don't know
how much longer we could have..."

I was surprised when I heard Susan speak from behind me.  "Jamie
almost told Coach last weekend; when she heard Mom had met June,
she was going to call today.  But..."  I looked at Susan spread
her hands.

"Susan," I spoke firmly to my daughter.  She looked at me.  "I
don't want to upset you, but it isn't a good idea to eavesdrop,
particularly eavesdropping on adults talking about things maybe
you don't understand completely."

"I'm not stupid," Susan said, contradicting me.  "I can see
things.  Like none of us want to stand up in court and talk about
our personal lives.  Jamie understood what was going to happen. 
I understand.

"Jamie and I are going to have a good time Saturday at the party.
 Jamie says she's forgiven June for busting her nose and that she
hopes June will forgive her.  June says, she has."

"Thank you, Susan," Karen said.  Susan nodded, turned and left.

Dinner was pleasant, everyone complimented the cooks on the
various and sundry items; all ended up pleasantly stuffed. 
Afterwards June and Toni ran over to their houses, brought two
Parcheesi sets; we still needed more tokens so we used coins.

Playing Parcheesi with a dozen people is a lot of fun; not to
mention it takes a while for the pack to break up.  Carolyn had
the most luck, getting two pieces loose while the rest of us had
to fight it out.  The game finally wound down around ten, Carolyn
winning, then June and Karen.  At the end the fickle finger of
fate struck me at the final hour, sending my last piece back to
the start and I finished last.

Carolyn had been getting more and more tired, finally falling
asleep before the game finished.  Sherrie scooped her up, saying
that Carolyn could sleep on her bed for the night; she'd sleep on
the couch.

Finally it was time for goodbyes, and they walked back down the
street.  Susan was exhausted too, and she just gave me a quick
hug and headed for her room.  Sherrie helped me with some of the
cleanup, I stuck the easy dishes in the dishwasher, put most of
the pots and pans in the sink to soak; I told her I'd get them in
the morning.

We'd just turned off the kitchen lights when Carolyn appeared,
rubbing her eyes.  "Did everyone go home?"

"Yes they did; don't forget tomorrow is a school day, you should
get some sleep."

"June says she and her friends are home schooled.  They can sleep
in."

"I was talking with Karen, June's mom; she said some days they
start early; sometimes they don't.  Tomorrow, though, I bet they
do get to sleep in.  You have school and that's not going to
change for tomorrow."  I waved at the couch in the family room. 
"I'll get the blankets and we'll get you tucked in."

"It's been almost a week," Carolyn told me.

I could see the curiosity on Sherrie's face, then a grin as she
reached a logical conclusion -- the right one, unfortunately.

"It's awfully late, Carolyn.  I know you're impatient, but you
really need to get some rest."

"Please.  I know I'm not grown up or anything, but can we just be
together?"  She looked flustered.  "I don't mean do sex things,
just snuggle."

"Laura is a good snuggler," Sherrie said with a laugh.  "None
better."

"You too?" asked Carolyn.

"Well... some."  Sherrie said, "Laura is really nice."

"She is.  You won't be jealous?"  Her expression was grave and
intent, so very earnest.

Sherrie dropped down on one knee.  "Give me a hug and a kiss, and
then I won't need to be jealous."

Carolyn nodded; she gave Sherrie a hug and kiss.  Then Sherrie
vanished into her room and I led Carolyn into mine.

I put on a nightie, Carolyn had on a pair of panties.  I kissed
her gently, turned out the light and crawled in next to her.

My sleep that night was restless; I'd wake every few minutes,
come alert for a few minutes, and then doze off again.  My
conscience makes itself felt, I thought after the fourth or fifth
wakeup.

Sometime later, after two, Carolyn woke up and asked me if she
could go to the bathroom; I told her that usually if the other
person is asleep, you just go.  She nodded, got up, came back a
few minutes later.

"Kiss me again," she whispered, and I did.  This time she didn't
fall right back to sleep, instead we stayed awake a while,
trading kisses that steadily grew warmer and warmer.

"When I'm by myself," Carolyn murmured after a bit, "and I can't
sleep, I rub myself.  Laura would you...?"

Odd, I thought, how my good intentions fade away after I starting
getting stimulated.  I ran my hand over her tummy, dived under
the elastic waistband of her panties, running my finger over her
bare pubes.  Almost at once I noticed Carolyn had a really large
clit, and that was where she was most sensitive.

She began to make soft sounds of passion, then Carolyn began to
move her hips, obviously wanting me to thrust deeper, to go
harder.  She began to twist her head back and forth, so I backed
off a little; instead I leaned down and tongued one of her very
small breasts, a breast that was mainly a dark rose nipple.

I curled my index finger, just sliding the tip of my finger a
little inside her.  Carolyn gasped, and started moving her hips
to force my finger deeper inside her.  I felt the obstruction of
her hymen -- that brought back a little sanity and reason. 
Sanity and reason might have returned to me but that's when
Carolyn had a strong orgasm.

I stopped moving my fingers; I looked up from her damp nipple.

Carolyn smiled at me.  "I'm tired now."  She rolled towards me,
my finger pulling away.  I kissed her on the forehead, put my arm
around her and this time I slept soundly.

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