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Second of two stories with these characters, the first being 'Tip a
Canoe and Taylor Too'.


Incidents of Taylor

By Invid Fan

   Fred didn't know this hospital.
   This was a good thing, in his opinion. As he quickly walked down the
third floor hallway looking for room 308, Fred hoped to never know the
fastest way to get to the cafeteria, where the ice machine was, which
shift had the most intelligent nurses. To be well versed in these
things meant that a loved one was dying in one of these white rooms,
that the hospital had become a second home. It had happened to him too
many times in the past decade, and he'd do anything to prevent it from
occurring again.
   Taylor.
   He stood in the open doorway to 308, and saw her in the bed next to
the window. His Taylor. 
   "Fred!"
   The slight brown haired woman sat up quickly, a surprised ecstatic
expression on her face. The light blue gown clung to her slight curves,
not flattering her to be certain but Fred had seen enough of what was
concealed in the past month to feel a stirring none the less. Her green
eyes were wide, and thin arms outstretched towards him. As he quickly
closed the distance, he noticed the I.V. tube attached to her left arm.
   Taylor's arms went around Fred as he leaned down for a slow,
welcoming kiss. His right hand stroked her hair, which he often felt
had a life of its own given it was almost half as long as she was. His
left caressed her arm. She seemed so fragile, but he knew there was
strength in her. He only hoped he had some left.
   Breaking the kiss, Taylor pushed him back a bit and looked at him in
surprised wonder.
   "Why are you here? How did you find out?"
   "I called him."
   Looking over, Fred saw a tall black woman sitting next to the bed.
She had on black slacks and a white blouse, and a name tag from the
same supermarket Taylor worked at. She stood.
   "I didn't want to leave you alone here, so I borrowed your phone and
called the first number I saw. I obviously picked correctly," she added
with a smile. "I really have to get back."
   "Thank you," said Taylor, "for everything." Fred shook the woman's
hand, liking her instantly, then turned back to Taylor as they found
themselves alone. He pulled the now vacated chair up closer, and held
Taylor's hand in both of his. They were both silent.
   "So... how was your day?"
   Taylor burst out laughing, and he grinned and squeezed her hand.
When she quieted down, he went on.
   "What happened?"
   "Oh, it's nothing to be worried about," she sighed. laying down
again. It was easier to not look him in the eye like that. "They say it
was just a small blood clot..."
   Fred was on his feet in an instant, his hands tightening on hers as
the chair skidded back a few inches but didn't fall over. No, not this.
anything but this. She refused to meet his gaze, not wanting to see the
pain and fear. They had only been together for a month, and he still
wasn't even two months into his grieving for Lisa. Did the gods hate
him that much? Should he stop caring for anyone if it would only lead
to their death?
   Finally letting out a breath, Fred sighed and loosened his grip. He
looked around the room. On the stand next to him was a battered
paperback he recognized. Taylor was not a reader, nor did she consider
herself smart, but in an attempt to impress him had taken to reading
some of his favorite books and had surprised herself by loving them.
She was already up to the fourth Rift War book (third, if you
considered the first had been split in two for later printings), and he
was so proud of this woman ten years his junior. Parts of her she had
never known about were awakening, and just as she was soaking up new
knowledge and seeking new challenges he was learning as well. Her
paintings were wonderful, and while he had enjoyed a good picture
before a whole new appreciation of art was opening up. Next thing you
knew he'd be listening to classical music instead of Rush...
   "I'm sorry, Fred...." He looked down at his love, and saw her looking
back with such a sad expression. She looked so much like the little
girl she fought not to be, and Fred reached a hand over and caressed
her cheek. She nuzzled him back.
   "It's not your fault," he smiled, his heart up in his throat. He
couldn't lose her.
   "They have some blood thinners in me. The clot was in my leg, and
they got to it in time. They say if I change my prescription..."
   "No."
   Fred was gazing out the window as he said it, and Taylor looked at
him with shock. His expression was firm. He had made up his mind, and
no argument of hers would sway him.
   "But... the new birth control..."
   "NO! No...." He turned to her, the pain returning to his eyes, and
once again she felt her heart swell. She never wanted to see pain in
those eyes again. "That's what they told Lisa. I'm not going to lose
you too." Taylor sat up, and put her hands on either side of his head.
He had to bend down a bit to let her.
   "So... we use other means?" He took both her hands in his and held
them together between them.
   "Do you love me?"
   Her eyes widened. They had never used that word. Both had been
through too much, and had wanted to make sure this wasn't just about
sex and rebounds. Both had agreed to wait, having only a half dozen
dates since their return from that fateful canoe trip even as they
talked every night. Both knew they were in love, but were unworthy of
the affections of the other. 
   "Yes... oh, yes..."
   "Would you live with me?"
   "Yes..."
   She closed her eyes. To be with him, to stay with him...
   "Would... would you stop using birth control, and let what happens
happen?"
   Her breathing stopped. He was asking... GOD! She had dreamed about
this, picturing her small frame swollen with his child, of even nursing
his son while she rode him in an attempt bring another life into the
world. To be his... woman.
   "I love you, Taylor. Would you have my children?"
   "Oh god, YES!" She flung herself into his arms, almost tearing out
the I.V.. "I love you!!"
   The nurse found them like that a few minutes later, and quietly left
the room to give them more time. It was the shift with the intelligent
nurses.

****

   Taylor wandered into their library.
   She liked the sound of that. 'Their Library'. She lived in a house
with its own library. As a kid such a thing had seemed a place of
fantasy: this house in a movie had a dungeon, that one had a library,
and this castle was full of secret passages. Real people didn't live in
places like that. It was a small library, she had to admit, just an
unused bedroom in this small city house, but once she set foot in it
Taylor understood. For someone like Fred, it was almost a shrine to
knowledge and no house could be a home without it. It was coming to be
the same for her. Her hands ran down a shelf of books, science works by
Gardner and Randi. There was so much to explore in here, and once the
baby came she'd raise them in a world of books.
   Taylor once again looked down and rubbed her belly. Their baby. 
   Laughing, she brought her attention back to the matter at hand.
There would be time to talk to her unborn bundle of joy later, a full 6
months. Now she wanted to find that book Fred had mentioned she should
read before the trip. Let's see, this was the non-fiction side, and
history was up... Ah, there it was. "Incidents of Travel in Central
America, Chiapas and Yucatan", by John Stephens. They liked their long
titles back in 1841, didn't they? She took down the softcover of volume
one, then paused to run her hands above the cover of the battled second
edition hard cover next to it. No way she was touching that without him
here. She went back out to the living room and settled into a chair.
   Two hours later she was startled by the front door opening, and
quickly jumped up and ran over to greet her mate properly. That was how
she had come to think of Fred- her 'mate'. Not husband, as they weren't
married and in no hurry to do so. Not friend or lover, although he was
that and so much more. No, when Taylor thought of her love she saw him
the way she imagined a female animal saw her alpha male. He was her
Lord.
   Fred tended to view this aspect of his lover with tolerant
amusement. If it made her happy, and didn't take either of them to
places they weren't comfortable with, let her have her fantasy. She was
his equal in his eye. 
   As she came running to him he picked her up and gave Taylor a quick,
loving kiss, then put her down with a groan that was only half acting.
   "Damn, woman, what do you have in there? You're heavy!" Laughing,
Taylor put his hands on her belly under her shirt and moved them over
her. They stood like that for a full minute, eyes saying all that need
to be said. Finally, Fred removed his hands, leaned down to give her
another quick kiss, then leaned back and stretched his back. 
   "Gah. Thank the gods it's the weekend. I was ready to ship 4th period
off to military school."
   "Awww...." Taylor put her arms around him, nuzzling her face into his
chest. Suddenly she raised her head in alarm. "I forgot to start
dinner!" Off she ran to the kitchen, leaving a laughing Fred in the
entryway.
   With the sounds of pots and pans banging out from around the corner,
he picked up his brief case and put it on the office desk then wandered
into the living room to check out the paintings. Taylor had set up the
new easel he had gotten her by the bay window, and the last in a series
of three works was still there. She's getting better, he thought. Fred
honestly didn't know all of what had gone on in her life before they
met that fateful night, but she was blossoming before his eyes. His
eyes flicked down to the first two paintings sitting against the wall,
then back to the almost finished canvas. Blossoming, and getting
deeper. The three pictures depicted the Princess Carline from Raymond
Feist's books as she may have been when she first learned of the death
of each of her three loves. From the teen girl in the throes of her
first tragic heartbreak, to the young adult who has seen the cost of
war and finds herself once again paying the price, and finally to the
thirty something who knows, in this society, she will be alone for the
rest of her life. Taylor had let out a cry and tossed the book to the
ground in denial when she had gotten to that scene. For whatever reason
that character had touched her soul, and now she was pouring her soul
back into the character.
   He looked into Carline's eyes. What he saw... 
   "Oh!"
   Spell broken, he turned to look at Taylor who had walked in. She had
put a Strawberry Shortcake apron on, and was holding a can of green
beans. She gave him a shy smile, always nervous when he was looking at
her art. 
   "It's not done yet. I got distracted reading, but I still have to do
some of the background..." She trailed off as Fred turned to give the
painting another look. He turned to her, smiling.
   "I'm buying these three when you're done." She blew a raspberry.
   "Yeah, right. Beans OK for dinner?"

****

   "The one thing that's bothering me about that book," Taylor said,
playing with her fork, "is the racism. I mean, you were right and it's
great, and funny as hell, but I mean!" Fred swallowed down his fish and
laughed.
   "I know. Actually, the racism is what I love about it." She gave him
a funny look, which he expected, so he went on half in teacher mode. "I
mean, look at it. It's a first person account of his travels in Central
America in 1840. Everyone in the US was racist, and he's traveling
around a land where Black slaves have been freed and everyone is of
mixed race. So what does the writer do? He portrays himself as someone
who spouts racist views as if they were truth but then has everyone
around him looking much better in comparison. I mean, take that dinner
scene with the British officer in the beginning. They seat him between
two half black guys and laugh at him for coming from a slave country,
and the narrator has to admit his companions seemed as civilized as
anyone. To me, at least, it's as subversive as can be."
   "Huh." She thought about it for a minute, then nodded. "I see what
you mean. It's just... unexpected nowadays."
   Fred sighed.
   "That's the problem. How can you understand the past if it's
censored? I mean, the copies you're reading are from the 1960's because
all newer printing edit out all the race stuff and just leave in the
history and archeology. Bullshit! Remove the context, and what's left
is just random data." Fred took a drink. "And that is my rant for the
evening."
   Taylor laughed, and took her own drink of water. 
   "So when does he get to the Mayan ruins we're going to?"
   "Not till the end. He goes to Merida, the city we'll be staying in,
at the end of the second volume where he also goes to Uxmal. It's not
till the second two volumes that he goes to Chichen Itza."
   Taylor just stared at him, jaw dropping.
   "I have to read HOW much in two weeks?!?"
   Fred got a twinkle in his eye.
   "Oh, I'll make it worth your while..."

   Taylor groaned.
   She was on all fours nude on the bedroom rug. Raising her ass in
invitation and submission, she was trembling waiting for him to take
her. Her long brown hair lay along her back, like a mane, or reins.
She could feel her mate caressing her round bottom, and she moaned
again. God, the things he made her feel with the slightest touch.
Suddenly she felt a hand gather the ends of her hair, and then with a
thrust he was in her. She pushed back and shuddered. The cock that had
created her child was fully in her again, filling her completely.
Holding her ass still with one hand, the other pulling slightly on her
hair to force her head up, Fred pulled out almost to the tip then
slammed into her. He was going hard and fast tonight, and unable to
move her body she closed her eyes and swung her head back and forth at
the limit of her taut hair.
   This is what she wanted. Her Mate was breeding her. He was going to
give her his seed, over and over, and she would give him as many babies
as she could. Eyes unseeing her head turned to the right and she
imagined another bitch naked there, waiting for her turn to be serviced
by the alpha male. 
   Taylor's breathing quickened. A pack of women, being bred by her
mate. All of them pregnant by him...
   She came, raising her head in a half scream. Taylor clamped down on
his cock, and after a half dozen more strokes he released into her.
Releasing her hair, he stopped thrusting and caressed her back and ass.
Her head dropped to the ground, arms barely able to keep her on all
fours, and she imagined his seed rushing past their baby in her womb.
   "Oh, Taylor, my love..." Fred just knelt there behind her, and they
both slowly came back down to Earth.
   "Fred..." 
   Taylor then gave a silent chuckle. "I wonder if I should tell him
about THIS fantasy?"

***

   Fred looked around the hotel room, then tossed the bags on the
floor. Walking over to the single queen sized bed, he fell over onto
his face, bouncing twice before coming to a stop. A loud snoring sound
was soon heard, which got him a laugh and a light swat on the butt. He
turned over to see Taylor standing next to him with a tired expression
on her face. 
   "Is air travel always that bad?" She sat down next to him with a
plop, and as Fred sat up she leaned against his large frame. It had
been a long day. Thirteen hour with two layovers, the second being four
hours in Texas. That was too long to be in Texas. "I wanna sleep...."
   Fred looked at the clock. 9:35 PM. He closed his eyes, did some
mental calculations, carried the one, then sighed.
   "No, we really should go out and take a quick walk."
   "But whyyyyyyyyyy?" Taylor used her best little girl voice, but
Fred's complaining had never worked on his father while on vacation so
he wasn't about to let such outbursts affect him today. He reached up
and pet her head.
   "Well, first, if things are still open we can get a jump on things.
I'd love to find out the best way to get to the various Mayan sites.
Second, and more importantly, I'm starved. Come on, don't you want your
first meal in a foreign country?"
   "Doesn't eating in Canada count?" Taylor looked up at him, pleading.
"I guess not. Sigh... OK, you win. You big meanie."

   Five minutes later they were walking back out into the warm night
air. 
   Merida was the largest, well maybe the only, city in the Yucatan
Mexico. About a two hour bus ride from the tourist mecca of Cancun, it
was more up Fred's alley then that tourist trap. Not only did it have a
historic old city to explore, but from there you could easily go out to
the ancient ruins that were his passion. No beaches, though. Taylor
would just have to deal.
   The hotel, sort of a mid range affair, was just inside the old city.
A few blocks to the right the streets became modern and sterile, with
the occasional attempt to mimic the past. Turning to the left, though,
led you into the heart of the city, the part with hundreds of years of
history, of building and rebuilding. Narrow stone paved streets, lined
with three story stucco covered buildings. Fred and Taylor walked down
these hand in hand, the way well lit, just enjoying each others
company. Taylor noticed other couples, including teens, and the odd
smattering of tourists. Passing one small plaza ringed by statues and
columns, she saw every shadow contained a young couple standing and
kissing. They were ignored by the world around them, society respecting
their illusion of privacy due to the lack of any other place for them
to go. She squeezed Fred's hand.
   After a few blocks they found themselves at the edge of the main
plaza, and Taylor was enchanted. The large square was full of trees,
benches, and happy people. To the left was a huge stone church, its
doors open although she wasn't sure if there was a mass. A series of
archways ran down two sides of the plaza, behind which were shops and
such. Fred was looking that way, and gave a happy shout.
   "A tourist place! And the door's open!" He pulled her along, and
Taylor was very amused to see this side of him. Fred had warned her
that sightseeing to him was serious business, and this 33 year old's
inner child was out in full force. And this was probably just the
beginning...
   They had caught the helpful employees five minutes before they were
going to lock the doors for the night, and ten minutes later Fred led
her out holding a bag full of pamphlets and maps. You'd think they had
just been in a toy store. Soon they were seated in a small restaurant
and going over their loot.
   "So," said Fred, taking a swig from the bottle of water, "I say we
start by doing Chichen Itza tomorrow. Bus station is only a half hour
walk from here and the first bus leaves at 8 AM, so..."
   "Nooo!" Taylor gave her little girl pout, which wasn't much
different then her normal pout except she wasn't serious when she used
it. 
   "Suck it up."
   She raised an eyebrow at this.
   "Right here? Only if we get to sleep in!"
   "Ha!" Fred just grinned at her. Leaning back in his chair, he looked
around and gave a content sigh. "My parents use to take us on tons of
vacations. Dad drove, to save money, and we usually camped for the same
reason. They didn't buy expensive luxuries, but instead took us to see
incredible places. I wouldn't have changed that experience for
anything." He raised an eyebrow at Taylor. "So, if you're going to be
my woman you're going to have to adapt. Our kids are going to go
through the same thing and I'll need you on my side."
   Grinning, she leaned over and took his hand.
   "So, this trip is to break me in, is it?"

****

   He carried her into the hotel room, closing the door with his foot.
Fred almost threw her onto the bed, but quickly ruled that out and
instead dropped her three inches onto the mattress. Taylor looked up at
him with lust in her eyes, and he let his roam over her. The white
perfect skin, the baby doll t-shirt and denim shorts... the shirt had to
go. Standing on the floor next to her, he grabbed the bottom of the
blue t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, but when he got to her
wrists he suddenly twisted and tied it, causing her to give a surprised
cry. Her eyes followed his every move as he softly ran his hands back
down her arms, down her sides, then up to her naked breasts. They
already looked a little bigger, and he gently explored each square inch
to check. Maybe the taste had changed. He leaned down and went back
over them with his tongue. No, she was sweaty and trembling, but that
was normal. Fred's mouth slowly made its way down to her belly, and she
moaned as he kissed the slight swell. The denim was in his way, so he
paused to remove it and everything else below the waist. 
   As he removed the last sock her legs fell onto the bed already
spread, and Fred followed through on this end by running his hands up
each leg, meeting at her pink slit. Taylor had offered to regrow her
bush, as he actually liked how that looked, but for now he liked her
the way he had found her. Well, with the addition of a baby inside her.
His hands move over her smooth skin and then into the hot wetness. She
was bucking at him, wanting more, and he had the sudden thought that he
needed rope. Now that would be something to ask the hotel desk for!
Smiling, he grabbed her legs and lowered his head to taste her. 
   Taylor's eyes were closed, and she just concentrated on each jolt of
pleasure. Her cries and moans seemed to be a second language, correctly
interpreted by her lover... ahh, left.... ohh, harder... toes curled against
his back, keep doing that. Finally she just shuddered... five second...
ten. Then she collapsed, and Fred moved to undress and lay down next to
her. He undid her arms, and she rolled into him.
   "How am I suppose to walk all day tomorrow after that?" she asked.
Taylor was still shaking, so he ran his hands gently over her back,
giving her bottom the attention it deserved as well. 
   "It won't happen again if you don't." 
   Taylor gave her little girl pout again at this.
   "That's not fair!"
   His hands moved up to her shoulders and gently indicated a downward
direction.
   "Suck me, and maybe I'll reconsider."
   He didn't.

****

   The pyramid was... incredible.
   Fred just had to stop as soon as it came into view. The path from
the visitors center curved through the jungle trees, one minute nothing
but green in front of you and the next the huge open clearing with the
step pyramid in the center. Long wide staircases led up to the very
top, and seeing that tourists were already up there Fred knew the first
thing he was going to do.
   "My god...." Taylor was speechless beside him, her shoulder bag with
their drinks and such in it almost slipping to the ground before she
caught it. She finally understood. 
   "No, not your god, and you may want to be thankful for that." Fred
smiled down at her, and took Taylor's hand. "I don't think they
required virgins for their sacrifices so if someone offers to take you
to a church service here politely refuse."
   Laughing, she let him lead the way into the city. 

   From the top, the view was even better. They walked around, and
through, the small temple that capped the pyramid, often pausing to
just stand and stare in wonder or take a photo. In one direction was a
huge mass of free standing columns, ending at another large temple.
Turning right from that you could see the observatory popping out from
the jungle, and he wondered how much more beautiful it would have
seemed to Stephens and his artist friend Frederick Catherwood when
there was NO clearings at all. There is something to just leaving a
ruin in its natural state.
   The decent was more interesting then the climb, as there were no
hand holds apart from a rope they had strung up the middle of the stair
case. Fred opted to climb down on all fours backwards. Dignity doesn't
matter to the dead!
   The rest of the morning was spent exploring. Fred had chosen not to
hire a guide, as family tradition was just to wander around at your own
pace. You may learn less, but it's much more fun. They climbed up
inside the main structure, after which Fred decided losing a few pounds
might be good. He was rather pissed at those with him in that ancient
holy chamber. The Mayans built over old holy sites instead of tearing
them down, and at the center of the pyramid was an alter, protected
from the elements. Next to it was a sign, saying not to take flash
photos so as not to damage the sensitive paints. So what do the bozos
do? They all whip out their cameras. The historian in him wanted to
bash their heads in. 

   By early afternoon, Fred and Taylor had seen most of the site. They
were wandering along the edge of the cleared jungle, still laughing
about the bats. Taylor had stood inside a darkened doorway for a photo,
only to have someone point above her shouting "Look at the bats!" Fred
doubted she had ever moved so fast before.
   In front of them now were row after row of round stone columns, up
on a stone slab maybe six inches think. The columns themselves rose
maybe ten or twelve feet, towering over Fred and numbering in the
hundreds. Seeing them excited the artist in Taylor, and she ordered
Fred off aways next to one so she could compose a photo the way she
wanted. Tired but in good spirits, he complied.
   As Fred approached the columns, he was startled to hear... a baby cry. 
   He paused. There it was again, somewhat muffled as if someone was
trying to silence the infant. Walking to the side a bit, he tried to
get a better view, and with the third cry saw the shape of someone
sitting against the back side of the last column before the jungle took
over.
   Taylor was quickly walking up behind him, a question on her lips,
but seeing how he was moving slowly she kept quiet. When she came near
he pointed to what was now obviously a young woman and a baby, and she
nodded. Taking his hand, they walked towards her.
   The woman was crying. She was young, maybe close to Taylor's age
although of a larger and curvier build, with black hair falling just
past her shoulders and light brown skin. She had on a white blouse, of
the style they'd seen other locals wear, and faded jeans. The baby,
clad in a cloth diaper, was feeding on her right breast, and as she
rocked back and forth in the shadow of the column tears just flowed
from her eyes. 
   Taylor gave Fred a look, squeezing his hand, and he looked up into
the sky with exasperation. Was Lisa going to drop beautiful women in
distress in front of him everywhere he went? His hand got another
squeeze to get his attention, so he put his mind to the matter at hand.
Leaning over, he whispered to Taylor.

****

   The woman looked up at the noise, and saw a young girl slowly
walking towards her. She was pale, almost white, and so thin for a
moment Anita though she was a spirit. The black t-shirt, with the odd
name 'Nightwish' written in blue, and the denim shorts however marked
her as part of the real world. This oddly made her even more scared,
and she tightened her grip on her daughter who kept emptying her
breast. The stranger stopped, smiled a nervous but real smile, and with
both hands outlined the curve of her belly. Anita was only confused for
a moment before realizing that this too was a mother. She tried to dry
her eyes with her free hand. Too much was going on. She just wanted...
   Looking up, she saw the girl was now kneeling a few feet in front of
her. She was older then Anita had thought, with long brown hair that
almost touched the ground. She was holding out a tissue, and it took a
second for Anita to figure out why. Giving a faint smile in thanks, she
took it, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. A fussing baby indicated
meal time was over, so dropping the tissue to the ground she put her
breast back inside, brought her baby up for a quick burp, then left her
pressed against her chest. Looking up, the newcomer was smiling at her
with one hand on her own belly. 
   "She's beautiful."
   Anita almost jumped at the sound. Well, that solved the question of
where this girl was from. Her English was OK, but trust an American to
not bothering to check.
   "Do you speak English?" Anita smiled at that question. Give the girl
a chance to ask before assuming she's arrogant!
   "Yes, some." The stranger smiled.
   "Good. My Spanish is horrible. I'm Taylor."
   "Anita." The two nodded at each other. Anita was still too wary for
a hand shake.
   "And sitting behind me so you don't get nervous is my boyfriend,
Fred." Anita's eyes shot up and saw him over Taylor's head. He was
sitting 20 feet away next to a canvas tote bag, watching both them and
the rest of the visible area. He was somewhat heavy set, wearing a
black shirt with some writing on it, jeans, and a blue hat with a
yellow buffalo. When he saw her attention was on him he smiled, tipping
his hat.
   "Fred was afraid he might scare you, if your problems were due to
some guy." Taylor blushed, indicating some history here. "He's nice
like that. Plus," she went on, "there was always the chance you were
bait in some evil scheme. He's silly like that as well."
   "Caution is good." She was now trying to figure out how to get away
from these people. This wasn't helping. No one could help. She had to...
   Anita looked down at her baby again and the tears came back. The
stranger started to reach for her, and she reared back, pressing
against the stone column.
   "Go away!" She whispered in a harsh voice. Anita closed her eyes.
Why couldn't they see... she just wanted to do what she had to do.
   "Let us help." It was a male voice, and close. Her eyes shot open
and she saw the man was now sitting next to and slightly behind the
girl. His black shirt said "I'm a Professional, but not at this", and
his brown eyes looked at her with pity and kindness. She wanted
neither. Anita started to make a move to stand, when suddenly the man's
eyes got wide and his hand went to his girl's bare leg, gripping it
tightly. 
   "Tell us why you have to do it."
   She froze, looking back in horror. The girl in front of her looked
at him in puzzlement.
   "Fred? What is she going to do."
   He kept his gaze on Anita, glancing down at the now sleeping form in
her arms then back, his hand caressing his companion's leg.
   "She is alone, with no place to go, hoping nobody will see her in
this far off corner. Later, when few are around, she will walk to the
giant water filled sink hole we saw, where the Mayans use to make
sacrifices, and..."
   "No!" Taylor cried.
   "Go Away!!!"
   "Not until you tell us why," he continued. "Not until we know."
   Anita collapsed into a ball, holding her baby to her chest. no no no
no no.... her throat was suddenly parched, and looking up she tried to
speak but couldn't. In an instant the girl (Taylor?) was beside her,
arms going around her in unwanted comfort, and the man Fred had his
water bottle out and held to her lips. Instinctively she took it and
drank. The coolness flowed through her... she hadn't realized how bad she
had let herself get out here. How dehydrated.
   "I want to tell you a story," the man said. She was drawn to his
eyes. "There once was a flood, and a man was trapped on the roof of his
house. He cried out in prayer to God to save him from this, to bring
him to safety. An old rowboat came by with a neighbor in it, and the
neighbor told him, 'Jump in the boat and I will save you!' The man
shook his head, and said that god would save him. He prayed again. A
little while later a larger boat with a dozen people on board came by.
'Come with us', they cried, 'there's plenty of room!' But he said no,
he trusted in God. Soon after a small Navy ship sailed by, but yet
again the man stayed, yelling out to God 'Save Me!' But the water kept
rising, and in the end it rose above the roof and the man drown."
   Fred reached his hand out and caressed the baby's head, then took
one of Anita's lifeless hands.
   "When the man got to heaven, he ran up to God and yelled, 'I prayed
to you to save me! Why did you let me die?' God looked down in pity at
the poor fool, and replied... 'I sent you three boats."
   "I can't say we're from God, but... let us help."

****

   It had started with a touch.
   Anita had been proud of her job, desk clerk at age 24 of the Hotel
Mayaland. She was good at it, she met people from around the world, and
as it was right inside the park she could walk around the wonders of
Chichen Itza every day and commune with the spirits of her ancestors.
She loved her life.
   Then... he had come. A new manager for the hotel, attractive,
confident... and with eyes only for her. His hands had brushed Anita's
when reaching for a room key, and she felt a jolt right down to her
soul. She gave herself to him that very evening, and every one from
then on. She loved him.
   When she discovered she was with child, he was ecstatic. He wanted a
son. He put her in an un-renovated room at the hotel, so she could be
close to him, so she gave up her apartment. When the doctor said she
was carrying a daughter, she figured telling him could wait. After all,
what difference would it make? Her family disowned her for having a
child like this, but he loved her. Love was all that mattered. Love and
the baby.
   A few days before the birth, he was forced to go off for a month.
Business. She gave birth to a beautiful girl... but in the letters just
let him assume it was a son. Best to tell him in person, right? He
would understand...
   "He... he told me to get rid of it! Get rid of it and give him a son!
When I said no... today he fired me. Kicked me out of my room. I spent
all my money on the baby!!!" Anita took a fist and punched her head.
"Stupid stupid stupid! Why?!? Why did I?!?"
   "Shhhh...."
   Fred lifted Anita up and put her in his lap. She didn't resist, but
instead put her face into his chest and cried. Taylor just gazed at
Fred, memories of when that was her flooding her thoughts. Fred looked
down at his new companion. She was probably three or four inches taller
then Taylor, but much fuller with soft curves. He ran a hand down her
back, speaking softly.
   "It's OK. It's not your fault. We'll help you and your baby... what's
her name?"
   Anita raised her head, sniffling.
   "Violet. After the girl in 'The Incredibles'." Fred couldn't help
but grin down at the beautiful mother in his arms.
   "That's a beautiful name."
   The three of them sat like that for a few more minutes, then Fred
sat Anita up and she slid off his lap, embarrassed. Violet was starting
to stir, so Taylor asked if she could hold her. She immediately started
practicing how to spoil a baby. 
   "OK," Fred said, putting his arms back and stretching his back. "We
have to decide what to do, at least what to do today. Anita, do you
have anyone you can go to?"
   "I... no." She hung her head. There was nobody she wanted to burden
with all this.
   "Well... it's just and idea, but... our hotel is in Merida. Do you think
that might be a place where you could find a job, or at least help?"
   "Merida? I don't know..."
   "You can stay with us for a day or three, we're here till Sunday.
I'll see if the hotel can put a cot in our room," he added, seeing her
look. "I never make advances on women I save the first evening." She
surprised herself by laughing.
   "What about the second night?"
   Fred gave a smirking glance at Taylor.
   "Going by experience, by that time they've fallen head over heels
for me and just jump me themselves."
   Taylor managed to turn a brand new shade of red at that.

****

   Within the hour they were on one of the last buses back to the city.
Fred had gotten a funny look when buying just a one way ticket, but he
claimed to have lost his. Being a stupid tourist was an excuse they
were happy to believe. There were only two seats on each side of the
aisle, so he had Taylor, Anita and the baby sit together and he sat
behind them. 
   Gods, what a day.
   What the hell was he going to do? Could he, really, do anything? Who
knows. He put his head back and just enjoyed the air conditioning. He
could hear the two women getting to know each other, although they were
too quiet for him to pick up the actual words. Probably for the best.
Taylor's opinions about him could be... embarrassing. He hoped her secret
fantasy about her being part of his breeding harem didn't come up. Oh,
yes, he knew about that one. Hard not to, when she unknowingly speaks
about it during sex. It was a fun idea, but come on, really... then
again, he never thought he'd be starting to get into restraining her
either.
   It was about 6 PM when they got to the bus station, and after a
quick feeding of the baby they went on a shopping spree. Baby stroller
that could double as a bed, diapers, clothes for Anita... it's amazing
how little two women can spend when they know exactly what they want
and one of them doesn't want to be in debt to the one paying. Fred
still sighed when he got the bill, although partly out of theatrics.
They found a rather nice restaurant on the way back to the hotel, and
ended up at a table half on a balcony overlooking the stone lined
street. The waiter was definitely giving Fred an interesting look when
he took their order, what with him dining with two beautiful young
females, one pregnant and the other with a 5 week old. Must think him
quite the stud.
   "So you teach?" Anita asked, looking much better then she had a
couple hours ago. She had changed into a short blue dress, which did
nothing to hide her curves. Fred and Taylor were still in tourist garb,
much to Taylor's annoyance.
   "Yup. 7th grade U.S. History."
   "Hmm..." She picked at what was left of her salad. "Teach anything
about Mexico?" 
   "Well, the war, but I assume the way I teach it is a little
different then how they cover it in your schools." She laughed.
   "Most likely."
   "Am I right that you're Mayan?"
   "Yes," she said, happily surprised. "My family says they go back
before the conquest, that there are Kings in our past."
   "Ah!" Fred exclaimed, leaning forward. "So, if we take you to Uxmal,
you can show us all the secret passages and the secret words to get
in!" Taylor was watching this exchange with amusement, and Anita shot
her a glance before leaning towards Fred.
   "Yes! In fact..." She leaned closer, just a few inches away. Her
cleavage became suddenly a third party in the conversation. "...do you
want to hear what the secret word is?" He leaned closer, and she put
her red lips right up to his ear.
   "OPEN!" She shouted.
   Fred pulled his head back with a cry, and Taylor almost fell off her
chair laughing. Anita sat back, an impish grin on her face. Laughing,
Fred pointed at her and said to Taylor,
   "I like this one."

****

   The hotel room door closed.
   The new cot had been set up in front of the TV, which didn't leave
much walking room but nobody cared much. The woman at the hotel desk
had been helpful when a version of the situation had been explained to
her, and Fred was only being charged an extra $15 a night. Not bad. He
took off his shoes and socks, and sat in the one comfy chair in the
room. There wasn't much to their accommodations.  Bed, TV, bathroom,
desk which now held the baby bed. They did have a concrete balcony
though with high walls and a hot tub, and both girls were eying it.
There hadn't been a chance to test if out before.
   "So, Fred..."
   "Yes, my love?"
   "Wanna play in the hot tub?" Taylor gave a sexy smile, and enough
hidden promises in that question to bring Fred to full attention. He
raised an eyebrow, and glanced at Anita.
   "We have a guest. No playing tonight."
   "I bet she'd like a nice soak as well." Taylor took Anita's hand,
and smiled at her. The older girl blushed a bit, and smiling looked
down at the floor.
   "We didn't get me a bathing suit..." Her protest didn't have much
behind it, and Fred was beginning to wonder if this was all planned.
   "That's OK, Fred and I didn't bring any ourselves..."
   "Taylor."
   She looked at him, startled. He stood up and walked over to her,
putting his hands on her small shoulders. Taylor looked up at him
nervously, wondering if he was going to take her to task. Fred probably
should. He looked over at Anita, and saw something in her eye that made
him change his mind.
   "Taylor, she's been through a lot. Talk it over for a few minutes."
He smiled down at her then, and brushed her hair back from her face a
bit. "I'm going to start the hot tub up and get in. If someone wants to
join me later I'll be up for that." Fred gave her butt a quick squeeze,
then turned and walked out the glass doors. He studied the instructions
and started things, keeping half an eye on the room. The two girls
talked for a bit, then moved out of sight. Shrugging, he removed his
clothes and got in.
   "Ah...."
   A couple minutes later he heard the glass doors open, and looking up
he saw Taylor and Anita walking out onto the deck wearing blue towels.
They stopped just far enough away that they were fully visible. Taylor
played with the end of the towel.
   "May we join you?"
   "Always."
   Both towels dropped. 
   They were an example in contrasts. Pure white skin and light
chocolate. Thin boney limbs and smooth full curves. Small firm tits and
large slightly sagging breasts. Long brown hair and short black. Smooth
shaved pelvis and a thick, black triangle.
   "You're both beautiful."
   They smiled, and after they'd posed enough walked towards him. He
moved aside in the water and first Taylor then Anita stepped up and
into the tub. They spaced themselves evenly, nervous, not touching.
Taylor leaned back, just enjoying the jets, and the others followed
suit. 
   "Fred..." He looked towards Anita.
   "Fred, I want... I want to thank you for today. I... you, and Taylor,
you were a friend and... I didn't know how much I needed a friend. Thank
you." Once again her eyes were full of tears, but this time it was for
the right reasons.
   "It was an honor."
   She hesitated again, then asked,
   "Can I hug you?"
   For an answer Fred held out his hand, and taking it Anita pulled
herself into his side. Her soft body melted against his harder one, and
their arms went around each other. Pulling her head back slightly,
Anita looked into his eyes for a moment then leaned in and kissed him.
It was the sweetest kiss he had ever felt, offering love and friendship
in equal parts. Their lips parted, tongues just barely touching. 
   She pulled back, and Fred reached up and followed the line of her
jaw bone with his finger. Turning in his embrace, Anita looked at
Taylor who was open mouthed and close to touching herself.
   "Taylor, thank you for today. I never knew I could find a friend
like you. May I hug you?"
   She held out her hand, and Taylor flowed over to her and they
embraced, creating an Anita sandwich. Very hesitantly, Anita brought
Taylor's face up to hers and they kissed. It was obviously new to her,
but Taylor went slow and poured so much love into it Anita soon lost
any concern about the gender of her lovers. 
   Fred watched them for a moment, then ran his hands along Anita's
sides, then up to cup her breasts. They were large, over flowing his
hands, and he explored the experience. His lips went to the back of her
neck, and when he nibbled she broke her kiss with Taylor and gasped.
Turning, she kissed him again, this time with full open mouth and hands
roaming. Taylor took her turn exploring the naked back before her, and
her lips traveled back and forth along her neck and shoulders. 
   "I want..." Anita's weight started to shift towards Fred, and sensing
this he half picked her up and moved her so she was straddling his
legs, his now hard cock between them and resting on her stomach. She
reached down with both hands and examined it, testing the size and
hardness. Fred put his hand on her shoulder and asked, 
   "Are you sure?"
   She nodded. A sudden flash of information made it into his blood
starved brains.
   "Has it been long enough since..."
   She nodded again, and looking Fred in the eye raised her body up
seven inches, then down. They both groaned. Anita then gasped when a
pair of hands from behind grabbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples.
The hands started to lift the breasts, and Anita raised herself up
trying to stay ahead of them. Then suddenly the hands started pulling
her breasts down, and she lowered herself. Up, and down, Taylor
controlled the speed of their fucking. When Anita started increasing
the speed on her own, Taylor moved to their side and kissed first one
of them then the other, almost to the point of cuming herself. 
   "Oh, Dios...!"
   Anita was almost there, moving as fast as she could, her breasts
flopping and spraying a small bit of milk out onto Fred's chest. When
Taylor moved to lick him clean, Fred could no longer hold it. He let go
into Anita, grabbing her hips. She felt his seed and came herself, more
powerful then any she'd felt before. She seemed to ripple around his
hardness for ages, although it was probably seconds. Finally she
collapsed into Fred's arms, and Taylor put her arms around both of
them. 
   Wearily, Fred turned to his love and mate.
   "She followed me home, can I keep her?"

***

   He had a family.
   That's the only way Fred could describe the feelings he had as the
three of them made their way through the streets of Merida. Well, five,
although two weren't doing much walking and one of those really
couldn't see all that much from where they were. They had slept late,
partly due to being awoken at various points by Violet and partly due
to the resulting time up together leading to sex. He didn't know how
common that was among new parents, but this wasn't a common situation. 
   Fred looked down at Anita, who was walking on his left holding onto
his arm while he pushed the carriage. He could see what had attracted
the scumbag manager, as there was such life and sparkle in her face and
eyes. Her body also moved in rather interesting ways, her hips setting
a tempo that made you want to do more then dance. But they had also
talked long into the night, and the mind in her was incredibly sharp.
She was well read, even if she tended to limit herself to a few
subjects, and she was quick to see the humor in things. If she had a
habit of not seeing the truth about certain men... well, it was a common
flaw.
   He was falling in love.
   Fred glanced to his right at Taylor, who was possessively holding
onto his right arm. Her light body was practically bouncing, and she
kept a constant stream of conversation going through him to Anita. He
had known that Taylor had at least been with women in the past. As she
had said once, sort of quoting Kathleen Turner in 'Romancing the
Stone', "Hey, I went to college". He also knew of her harem/breeding
pack fantasy. But...that she showed no jealousy still surprised him. That
she could still surprise him made Fred love her even more. She seemed
to be falling for the brown skinned beauty as well, and she was
completely taken with Violet. Was this fate?
   Once again Fred wondered if he should thank/blame Lisa or some other
spiritual agent. He had no beliefs in that area, but it was a fun way
to personify blind chance and luck.
   "So," Taylor said, turning her face up to him and interrupting her
girl talk, "where to next?" They had made it to the main plaza, from
which all roads flowed. Today was an explore the town day, with no
plans to deal at all with the future. It was also Thanksgiving, and
they would certainly be doing that. Tomorrow they would think about
Anita's situation.
   Fred let go of the baby carriage handle and got out the guide book.
Anita took this time to check on her little girl, who promptly tried to
eat her finger. Taylor gave the infant a mock growl.
   "Hey, you don't know where that's been!" This got a suitable blush
from Anita, who gave her new friend a shy smile. Taylor smiled back and
offered her finger to the baby, who promptly sampled this new delicacy.
Both women laughed.
   "There's an art gallery through that large archway there," Fred
said, pointing down a wide stone paved alley. "Wanna give it a try?"
The girls were up for it, so off they went. It was a nondescript
doorway, not giving them much hope, but once inside they found what was
probably an old industrial or storage building converted to large art
filled rooms. Taylor was in her element. She almost floated from
exhibit to exhibit, sometimes staring at a particular work for awhile
as she just absorbed it. Fred noticed her hands would make slight
brushing motions, and he decided then and there he'd try and get her
some paint and paper before the day was out. The works were all Mexican
and mostly modern, and rather good. They drifted through the rooms.
   While they were going rather slowly, at one point they caught up
with a couple going even slower. It was a young woman, maybe college
aged, and man maybe a few years older. As they went from painting to
painting the man was going on at great length about each piece, his
hand on the woman's back as she soaked in the art and his
interpretation. Even without Anita's translation, or even having to
look at the smirk on her face, Fred could tell the guy was doing
everything in his power to point out all the romantic elements in these
works, working his magic to show his sensitive artistic side and
hopefully get her in not just the mood but ready to jump him. He was
just being so... obvious about it that Fred had to laugh. When the Romeo
happened to glance their way Fred took the chance to give each of his
ladies a quick kiss, and with them pressing their bodies against him
they walked into the next room. Anita took a glance back, and turned
back to Fred trying to stop from breaking down laughing.
   "Oh, Dios, he's pointing us out to her as an example of what he's
been talking about!"
   "Well, if I can help one man get into a threesome my job is done."
   They suddenly heard the sound of a large slap and angry words.
   "... or protect a woman from a jerk. That works too."

****

   Taylor was not one, she had always told people, for deep thought.
Deep thoughts led to depression, to seeing problems that couldn't be
fixed. Much more for her were fantasies, imagining a possible happy
future without concern for realism. That this at times meant she wasn't
paying attention to the here and now had led to much of the pain in her
life, which only caused her to try and imagine a perfect future even
more. 
   Thus, the fact she was now trying to seriously work out what to do
was unusual. Taylor blamed Fred. He had made her so happy, given so
much love to her, and caused so much of her dreams come true that
fantasy wasn't needed. Hell, she even now had a co-wife kinda! 
   ... And she didn't want to lose that. Her eyes slid over to Anita, who
was sitting on the bench next to Fred talking about some statue of a
famous guy near them. She loved Anita. Love, for Taylor, tended to come
easily. She had fallen for Fred the moment she had stumbled out of the
lake and fell into his arms. She had also fallen for the dickwad who
had forced her to make that horrible swim seconds after first seeing
him, so it wasn't really a good trait to have. But that didn't make the
love any less real.
   She wanted Anita to be with them. Come home with them. Be her sister
mare getting bred by the hunky stallion... No! This wasn't some fantasy.
It wasn't some story where they could just invent a totally unrealistic
happy ever after. I mean, there were serious problems to consider!
   They'd need a bigger bed...
   No! Well, yes, but that's not the issue! What if she doesn't want to
come? What if Fred thinks this is just a vacation fling? Although, that
might not be an issue...
   What if Fred loves her more then me?
   That, Taylor realized, was the first step. Figure out where they all
stood. Talk about it. She thought she could be jealousy free about it.
Certainly, there had been none so far. Her love for Fred was total and
unconditional, and she thought she could share. Maybe...
   "Hey."
   Fred was looking at her, and as often seemed the case it was like he
could see right into her soul. One reason she had always assumed there
wasn't much too her was that everything was just on the surface for
anyone to see. But there were depths, even if Fred seemed to always
find his way down there to keep her company.
   "Fred... Anita... can we talk?"
   Fred cocked an eyebrow at her, then looked over at their new friend.
Anita nodded, thinking she knew what this was going to be about.
Looking around, Fred saw a nice empty piece of grass in the shade in
this small park and they left the bench to go sit in a circle. Anita
held Violet, and seeing she was starting to fuss decided it was a good
time for her snack. She and Fred looked over at Taylor and let her
start.
   "Umm.... I'm bad at this."
   Fred reached over and held her hand.
   "Just speak from the heart."
   Anita also took her hand, smiling at the small woman. 
   "Well... we've known each other for... what, twenty four hours?"
   "Veinticuatro," Anita said with a straight face. Taylor's eyes
widened in surprise, then she laughed and stuck her tongue out at her.
She continued.
   "Yeah, well... what I mean is, I know what I want. I know how I feel.
I also know it's too soon to have those feelings. Fred made us wait
when we first met, to make sure we both weren't just in the moment or
wanting the first person who happened to come along. I ignored him and
stayed in love with him until he came around and brought the subject
up." She squeezed his hand, and the look he gave back made her wet and
just want to jump him. "So, anyways, I don't like waiting. Anita, I... I
don't want us to leave without you."
   Anita looked shocked. She just stared at the waif of a girl. She...
Her head whipped over to look at Fred, and saw the brown haired man
giving his woman a sad, understanding look. What was going on here? She
couldn't be saying what she seemed to be...
   "I love you, Anita"
   "But... you and HIM!"
   "You didn't think last night was just sex, did you?" Anita lowered
her head in shame and shook it. No. She had never thought that. She
wouldn't have done that if she didn't feel, if they hadn't... she raised
her eyes and looked at Fred. He returned it, and squeezing her hand
smiled.
   "I love you too. I don't know if it's the type of love that will
last, but at the very least it's the type that will grow with constant
care and attention."
   Anita dropped her gaze again. Not even really knowing she was doing
it she switched Violet to the other breast. She closed her eyes.
   "I... don't know what to say."
   "Say what you feel," Fred said. "Even if you don't think you should
feel it. And don't worry about what you think we want to hear. I, at
least, have no problem with the word 'no' when it comes to these
things."
   Anita took a deep breath. And another. Then she grabbed her water
bottle and took a long drink. Taylor looked on anxiously. Had she blown
it? Had she driven her away?
   "I... want to love you." Taylor put both hands over her mouth, trying
to keep from squealing for joy. "Both of you. I think I love both of
you. I've never... it's too soon!"
   She looked up at them, tears in her eyes.
   "I can't love now! It's too soon! But if you go I don't know what
I'll do!"
   Next thing she knew Fred had pulled her into his arms, and Taylor
was on the other side pressing against her. They were both making
cooing sounds like she was a baby, which maybe she was. Maybe this kind
of thing was common in America.
   "We can find a way," Fred was whispering. "It doesn't have to be
now. We can make the time you need."
   "How?" Her nose was starting to run, and for the second time in two
days Taylor had a tissue out for her.
   "Don't know. But I think it's time to start looking.

****

   They had a couple options.
   One, they find Anita a job and place to live, then worry about the
rest later. Taylor wanted none of that.
   Two, they bring Anita home with them. This, Fred said, was not
likely for a host of reasons. She didn't even have a passport.
   Three, they get her a job and place to live and at the same time set
into motion whatever the final plan was. Maybe they get her a job in
the US near them, or she visits for a month to see how compatible they
really are.
   "She could just marry you!", Taylor suggested helpfully.
   Anita blushed furiously, and Fred gave his partner a questioning
look.
   "Well, that's the answer in the movies and in sitcoms," she
continued, defensively. "You marry her, the three of us live together
and you father a dozen babies between us!" That drew a reaction from
Anita, and Fred just had to laugh.
   "Don't mind her. My companion here has a few fetishes you haven't
come across yet, and popping out babies is one of them. We'll see if
that survives an actual child birth." He reached over to tweak Taylor's
nose, and when she stuck out her tongue he made to grab at it before
she pulled it back in laughing. Anita just shook her head at them.
   "I think my Violet is more grown up then you too." Grinning, Fred
reached over to tweak her nose, and a short tickle fight broke out that
only stopped when the baby started crying. They also were starting to
get looks from passers by.
   "I think we should get to work," Fred said, sitting up and
stretching. "It's... 3 PM. We passed an internet cafe back there a bit.
Why don't you two go see if you can find some job leads and housing
options for our lovely friend here. I have some shopping to do then
I'll hit the computer room at the hotel. We'll meet back at the room
and decide about dinner. Is it a plan?"
   It was.

****

   Trust having to play with a government web site to drain any
remaining optimism.
   Oh, OK, Fred had to admit, it hadn't been that bad. The US
government travel and immigration site was actually laid out pretty
well. Too well, in fact. It didn't take long for each possibility to be
tracked down and proven to be impossible. No wonder people get
frustrated with the US, if this was what they had to go through to even
visit the place. He hadn't needed a visa to visit Mexico, but to go in
the other direction? Whew. Sticking Anita in the back of a truck was
suddenly an attractive option.
   He looked at the stack of printouts on the table beside him in the
hotel room. This was the choice she had to make. He hoped they had had
some luck in their searches, because it was going to be a long road
ahead.
   And did he want to travel it himself? He wasn't rich. He was barely
sure things were going to work out with Taylor and the baby. Forget all
the emotional baggage they'd have to wade through, could they make it
work practically?
   I mean, they'd need a bigger bed.
   Fred heard the lock click and in came his family. They looked tired,
but happy which was a good sign. Taylor picked up a fussing Violet and
started to change her as Anita broke the baby buggy down into a bed.
Fred stayed out of their way- the nice thing about having two women was
they usually figured a third hand helping would just get in the way.
Once the kid was settled, they just looked at each other and collapsed
face first onto the bed. Snoring could be heard. Laughing, Fred walked
behind them and leaned over to give both backs a rub, starting at the
shoulders and moving downwards. When he reached their cute butts he
gave each a hard squeeze, and they jumped and flipped over, grabbing
and pulling him down between them.
   They stayed like that for a while, cuddled together, enjoying the
air conditioning. Their hands started wandering, and pretty soon Fred
had a breast in each hand which he was slowly kneading, and two hands
had made it down to his groin and were exploring his jean covered cock.
Anita moved her mouth over to his ear, kissing the licking the lobe,
and asked in a sexy but not so quiet whisper,
   "Fred... Taylor has been telling me about how you... TAKE her. Could I
see?"
   Fred turned his head towards the Mayan girl and gave her a long
kiss. Breaking it, he stood up and walked over towards a shopping bag
he had put on the dresser. Turning back towards the two now sitting
girls, he motioned them to stand and told Anita, 
   "Strip her."
   Taylor stood still, body starting to shake, as what little she had
on was slowly removed. Anita couldn't help but run her hands over the
smooth skin before her. She had never felt towards a female as she did
towards men, but Taylor... maybe the emotional connection beneath those
pillars transcended such petty things as gender. Finally stepping back,
she watched Taylor slowly walk towards Fred head held high. She stopped
a few feet away, then like it was a royal ceremony turned around and
dropped to her knees then all fours. She arched her ass up towards him.
   Fred stepped forward and gathered her hair, laying it along her
back. Straightening he motioned Anita to come over to him.
   "Strip me."
   She did, removing his clothing with the same care she had done
Taylor's. Her hands ran over his body- not perfect, but he was hers...
and Taylor's...
   Anita stepped back as Fred dropped down to his knees behind Taylor.
She had been unable to see them back there, and she was trembling. Fred
ran his hands over her ass, and felt down between her legs and found
his finger soaked. Turning his head he raised the finger up to Anita,
and blushing furiously she took it into her mouth. Before last night
she had never even tasted herself, and now the taste of another woman
was sending shudders through her. Fred motioned her to stand in front
of Taylor, and once she was there she saw Fred gather the end of that
long mane, wrap it once around his hand, and pull the same moment he
shoved himself into her.
   Taylor's head shot up, and her eyes locked with Anita's. As Fred
started pounding into her Taylor's mouth fell open and she started
rambling. Anita had never seen something so... primal.
   "Oh, fuck me... breed me... oh, my beautiful stallion... cum in me... breed
me..."
   Unable to help it, Anita dropped her own clothing to the floor. She
knelt down in front of Taylor, not sure what she intended, but Fred
suddenly positioned Taylor's head right in front of her right breast.
Anita's body leaned forward of its own accord, and Taylor's mouth went
to her nipple and started sucking. Oh, my god... Dios... She had fed her
child not that long ago so there wasn't much left, but she could feel
her milk squirting into Taylor's mouth. Her hands moved up to hold the
girl's head in place, and she felt her own body moving back and forth
in rhythm with Fred's thrusts. 
   Suddenly Taylor's mouth released and her head threw itself upwards.
   "Cumming!" A couple extra squirts of milk hit her face, and Anita
just watched as Taylor's whole body stiffened and trembled. She could
practically see her clamp down on Fred's cock, and with a groan he
stopped thrusting and held himself fully inside. Everyone held that
position for seemingly ages, then Fred slowly released Taylor's hair
and pulled out, and Taylor collapsed onto the ground. Anita fell over
to her left and found herself propped up by the side of the bed. Her
right hand was between her legs, and she realized she had given herself
a small orgasm just watching. Fred was leaning back on both hands, and
gave her an exhausted look.
   "And that," he said, "is why I don't mind these fantasies of hers..."

****

   "So, we did find options," Taylor was saying. The three were sitting
leaning against the bed, still naked. The two girls sat flanking Fred,
and Taylor was going over the notes she had made. "There's some
apartments available that Anita says are reasonably priced and in
reasonable neighborhoods. Shouldn't be too hard to set her up in one,
especially as it's almost the end of the month. Jobs are another story,
especially with a baby added in, but there are a number she'd be good
at. If he left her with, say enough money for a month's worth of food
and rent she should be OK after that if need be."
   "I don't want charity." Anita was looking at the floor. She'd rather
die then take... no, no, no, she wasn't going there. She'd pay them back.
That's it. It was...
   "Think of it as a loan, Anita," Fred said, caressing the back of her
neck. "Just a loan to tide you over. I know you'll pay us back." Anita
looked up at him with tears in her eyes, and he leaned down for a
lingering kiss. Taylor waited until they were done, then asked Fred
what he had found.
   "Well, we don't have many options. You can't even visit the US
unless you have strong ties in your home country that would force you
to return, so in the short term that's a no go. Same for work visas.
We," he said, looking at Taylor, "have a mighty high opinion of
ourselves as a country." She grinned back. "So."
   "So?"
   "So, Anita. You have to decide, and unfortunately probably within a
day or so. We can set you up down here, maybe visit once a year..."
   "No!" Taylor pulled on his arm, but he kept his eyes locked on
Anita. She was biting her lip.
   "... and we will, probably, just evolve into friends as you get on
with your life here. Good friends." She looked at him, and both hands
slowly came over and gripped his.
   "Or... I can ask you to marry me."
   Anita's eyes widened, then she looked away.
   "You don't have to force yourself to do that. I can't take you away
from Taylor that way, if you marry anyone it should be..."
   Fred stood up, and walked over to the shopping bag. He reached in
and with his back turned to them asked both women to stand next to each
other. He turned around with a small black box in each hand. Fred
walked over and knelt in front of the now shocked loves of his life,
and lifted a box up to each.
   "Taylor, Anita, will you marry me?"
   It took a full five seconds for their hands to get the message from
their shocked brains to reach down and take the offered box and open
it. Inside each was a simple silver ring with a small diamond. Their
eyes slowly lifted to his, and each reached towards the other and their
trembling hands joined as they looked down on the man whose love
engulfed them. That love now poured out of his eyes, and he had trouble
getting the words out.
   "The law may say I can only have one, and to be a family it must be
Anita, but I love you both so much, and I want you to be with me
always."
   He took the sudden attack on his poor frame by the naked pair as a
"yes", although it was hard to tell.

****

   Friday was a work day. The US Embassy in the city was open, so they
rented a car and driver for the day and hit it as well as the most
promising apartments. Nothing could be started until Anita had an
address and a passport (luckily, she had run away in possession of her
IDs two days ago - had it only been that long?) so mostly they were
getting info and the lay of the land. It would take time, money, and
more time. 
   They actually got extremely lucky on the job front. A business woman
there to see about visiting DisneyWorld thought Anita's English and
attitude was excellent, and asked her to apply at a hotel in the
business district. It hadn't even come up on their job searches. She
called ahead to set up an interview, and within three hours the job was
taken care of. Anita was literally crying in Fred's arms as they walked
out to the car. It was as if the slate was being wiped clean, and she
could start her life afresh. And she knew who she wanted to spend it
with.
   One small one bedroom apartment later, the five of them were having
dinner at the best place they could find within walking distance of the
hotel. Fred claimed to be spending what he had saved by getting them
fake diamond rings, but they weren't buying it. 
   "A toast!"
   Fred raised his glass of diet Coke, and the others followed suit.
   "To a new family. To friends and lovers, and babies current and
future."
   The glasses clinked, and they drank. Taylor then leaned over and
casually mentioned to Anita,
   "You know he's not going to let you use birth control, right?"
   She almost choked, the drink going down the wrong pipe, and Fred
just put his head in his hands.
   Saturday, their last full day, they went to Uxmal. The Mayan ruins
were even more spectacular, with incredible carvings, but less crowded
do to the distance from Cancun. Once again they wandered by themselves,
occasionally yelling "Open!" at anything that looked like it might be a
door.
   They had almost come around the full circle when they walked up onto
a long narrow mound topped by a long thin structure. Each side had
numerous doors, as well as large arrow shaped openings near each end.
Fred was fascinated, taking a couple photos and wondering at the
carvings. Suddenly Taylor, who had the guide book, broke down laughing.
   "Oh my god! Fred, you see those arrows? How around the top there
seem to be different colored bricks around each side?"
   "Yeah, I noticed that. Funny."
   "Well... oh, god, I can't stop laughing! They... they think they were
originally giant penises! And later Mayans changed them!"
   Fred's eyes opened wide, and he saw it. Yes, it was obvious!
   "What is it with you men and your penis?!?" laughed Anita, just
shaking her head.
   "No idea," said Fred, looking around in renewed amazement. "If I
built a city I'd put giant boobs everywhere."

****

   That evening, they just made love slowly, not knowing when they'd
next meet. Taylor and Anita had their first sixty nine, with Fred
taking Anita from behind. Taylor spent much of the time playing with
Violet, the thought of leaving her adopted daughter too much to bare.
Fred in the end had to pull her away and back to bed so Anita could put
their baby to sleep. They got their crying done that night, while they
had time to be comforted in each other's arms.
   The next morning, they were packed and heading to the airport. The
women were silent, just holding hands. Once the luggage was out of the
cab, Anita turned to them.
   "Well... I should go. It never will be a good time to say goodbye,
but..."
   Fred drew her into his arms, and she squeezed him tightly. 
   "Never forget I love you," he whispered. "We'll be together soon."
   He stepped back and Taylor replaced him, doing her best not to cry. 
   A few minutes later they had entered the airport, and Anita got into
the cab and checked on Violet. The cab drove off towards her new
apartment. 
   "So," asked the driver to the now single woman, "was that friends or
family?"
   "Yes..."

****

   It was so nice to be able to stand up in front of the easel again
without having to worry about tumbling over into the paints like Humpty
Dumpty. Taylor rubbed her flat tummy, enjoying the feeling. Hard to
believe something THAT big had come out of her. She looked over at
Cindy, who was just lying there looking cute in her pink blanket.
   "Hope you enjoyed the ride, because I am NOT carrying you again."
Cindy at that point started to cry, and immediately Taylor had her out
of the basket and was carrying her, singing a little song. They'd only
been home from the hospital for a few days, and hadn't really fallen
into a rhythm yet. It didn't help that Fred was late.
   "Where the hell is he," she sang to her baby sweetly. "Is daddy
leaving us alone instead of catering to our every whim?" She laughed,
and decided the problem was hunger. She sat down and set Cindy to
feeding. Taylor did like how her breasts now looked and felt, and Fred
liked them too. The look she'd gotten when she jokingly asked for
implants confirmed that he loved her just the way she was... however she
looked at that given point.
   She heard a car door slam. Ah, good, he was home. It was taking him
longer then usual to come in, though...
   The front door opened, and in marched Fred carrying a large suitcase
and a six month old child in a white dress. Behind him came a woman
five months pregnant, and Taylor shot to her feet, her hand going to
her mouth.
   "Honey, we're home!"

-- 
Invid Fan 
invidfan@localnet.com

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