Message-ID: <19869eli$9902110940@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: deanajohns@hotmail.com (Deana Johns) Subject: *Savant P15 (FF,Mf sed, voy FFfFfFff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: deanajohns@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36c24545.44626892@burgoyne.com> ===================================================== Savant: By Deana Johns. Copyright 1997 All rights reserved. Limited permission to post is granted providing this header remains intact. May not be posted to any pay sites. May be offered as part of a collection, also provided this header remains intact. Permission to archive is also granted. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This is one of my later stories. As of now, it is incomplete but already long. If you are seeking quick, cheap smut, you may wish to look elsewhere. But I think the true connoisseurs of erotica will find it plenty steamy if they give it a chance. This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be reading it, don't. I trust this is sufficient warning, given that I am posting this to a predominantly adult area to begin with. As always, comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. I especially like to hear from other women. Please reply to: deanajohns@hotmail.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Savant Part 15 Bobby guided his mother over his head, facing his lap as Betty moved to impale herself upon the now covered and anointed phallus. The spermicide acting as a lubricant and allowing him to slip in easily. It had been many, many years since Betty had last had a penis inside her. She hadn't missed it until that exact moment, then her soul was hungry for it. She groaned in orgasm before he was ever seated. She felt hands upon her breasts and opened her eyes to find Sally smiling at her. She responded by placing her own hands upon Sally's breasts as they melted together into a deep kiss. Each responding to the stimulus below them as well as the kiss. They became at once passionate in their kissing and caresses. --------------------------- John found himself chagrined to be following his daughters instructions on how to please a woman. But he was quite certain that she knew exactly what she was talking about and he was quite willing and eager to learn. "That's it daddy, yes, just like that. Now just touch me lightly with the tip of your little finger on my anus. Oh god, yes, just like that!" Andrea gasped. Her hips raised up in yet another orgasm. Her third. John seemed to lack the knowledge and skill to be able to pump up her orgasms, it didn't matter. Each one was quite satisfying in it's own right. In between she sucked hungrily upon his penis. Herself adroitly keeping him on the very edge. Perhaps that was why he had such a difficult time controlling hers. But Andrea had ample practice keeping another on the edge while someone else was doing it to her. ---------------------------- "I wonder what could have happened to them?" Cindy asked, her nude body laying snuggled to Denise's on the sofa. They're hair was damp with perspiration from their earlier activities. They lovingly stoked each other's bodies as they lay together. A possible answer occurred to Denise as they lay together. "I think that they are alright or we would have heard. I think we should start dinner without them. They can get theirs when they come in." Denise said, softly kissing Cindy's neck and then sitting up. "Alright, love... Tell me where you *think* they may be." Cindy said, sitting up herself. "It's just a possibility. I don't really know." Denise said, knowing it was useless. Cindy knew her too well. "Granted, so spill." Cindy grinned. "Earlier when I was talking to John, he brought up the possibility of Sally and Bobby being together." Denise said. Cindy seemed to consider this a moment. "Okay... I don't see much difference in that than Andrea and Bobby or Andrea and Sally. So?" Cindy asked. "So... We also talked about the possibility of Andrea and him getting together." Denise prompted. "Okay... why not complete the set. So where is this leading?" Cindy asked. "So what if Andrea walked in on Bobby and her mother? What would her reaction be?" Denise asked. Cindy considered a moment. "Considering what she did with Sally the other day... and knowing how she feels about Bobby... she'd probably join them. So might Betty. So that's what you think is keeping them?" Cindy asked. "It's a possibility we must face, even if that's not where they are now." Denise said. "Alright. I don't see that changes anything between us though." Cindy said. "You and I, no. I can't predict how Andrea and Betty will react to it though. Especially if John then comes in, as he's had ample time to get home now." Denise said. Cindy's eyes suddenly widened in understanding. "I see... I think. Betty experiences her first time with Bobby, possibly with Sally there. Andrea and her father together at the same time. Possibly changing off. Betty has not had a man in quite some time. Andrea has never had her father. How will they feel about it?" Cindy mused to herself. "Yes, it's unpredictable. Which is precisely the reason why I called you in earlier. I don't *know* how *I* would react to a penis now. I do know it wouldn't change how I feel about you, but I also might take a real liking to it." Denise mused. "What makes you think that Betty and Andrea would react any differently to it than you, concerning how they feel about us?" Cindy asked. "I don't know they will. But you know yourself that they both have a tendency to be more emotionally insecure about things than you and I." Denise said. "Yes... I see.... So we can't predict... So lets eat." Cindy said, pulling her panties and shorts back on. "Just a moment." Denise said, catching her hand. "What?" Cindy asked, leaning against her. "Just that I wanted to tell you that I think you are wonderful and that I adore everything about you." Denise said, softly kissing her cheek. "Oh... Thank you. I feel the very same about you." Cindy said, turning to meet her lips once more. --------------------------------- Andrea bounced about in abandon on her fathers hips. Just when she thought that it couldn't get any better, there was a set of hands upon her breasts. They were her mothers. She turned her head to kiss her passionately and orgasmed immediately. It was like pouring gasoline upon a fire. Andrea was suddenly like a wild animal upon her fathers hips. Her mothers hands teasing her clitoris and backside. Her lips upon her nipples. Her fathers hands split between her other breast and her mothers. The excitement was not lost upon them. John pulled his wife's hips around over his face and began to lap at her labia. Thinking to himself that the spermicide did indeed taste awful. He wouldn't have stopped for the world though. Sally and Andrea fell together, their breasts rubbing together as they kissed deeply. Their rocking took on a reciprocal movement that allowed them to kiss as they experienced what was happening beneath them. ------------------------------- Betty lay basking in love in Bobby's arms. She lightly touched Bobby's scars on his chest with her fingertips. Wishing she could dissolve them with her love. A little time before Sally had tenderly kissed them both and gone to join Andrea and John. Betty understood, or thought she did. Herself, she was content right where she was. But she could see one other occurrence that needed to be experienced between the family. That of mother son and father daughter at the same time in the same bed. "Shall we join the others?" she suggested. "In a bit. Are you displeased with my performance?" he asked, insecurely. "That, my love, is a silly question. Of course not. Did I seem displeased when I was screaming my lungs out?" she asked, chuckling. "You had other stimulus at the moment." Bobby said. "Who was also screaming her lungs out from what you were doing to her." Betty chuckled, kissing his cheek. She could tell Bobby was still worried. She rolled half atop him and looked into his eyes. "It was wonderful. I'm looking forward to a lifetime of it, if you are still interested?" she asked. "Yes, now more than ever. I love you." he said, drawing her to his lips. "I love you too." she managed to get out just before their lips met. During the kiss a mutual cry met their ears from the other room. "That's our girl." Betty chuckled, around their kiss. "Shh." Bobby replied, pulling her tighter to him. They kissed for a long time. Then Betty lay her head on his chest. Her eyes happened to fall on the clock. "Oh my gosh. Is that the time. I'll bet Denise and Cindy are panicked. I'd better call them." she said. "And tell them what?" Bobby asked. "The truth. I have no secrets from either of them. Do you mind?" Betty asked. "No... From what I gather, Denise pretty much knows everything anyway. I trust her. Cindy too." Bobby said. "Where's your phone?" Betty asked, looking around. "I haven't needed one in here... and they haven't supplied me with one as I wasn't talking." Bobby chuckled. Betty found herself laughing. She leaned and kissed Bobby tenderly before slipping out of his arms. "Back in a minute." she said, heading for the kitchen. ----------------------------- Denise and Cindy were just finishing eating when the phone rang. "There's our girls now." Denise said, reaching for the phone. "Hello" she said. "Hi love. Sorry, I didn't notice the time." Betty's voice said. "That's okay. Cindy and I just finished eating. We were a little worried about you two." Denise said. "I'm sorry. We really didn't notice the time.... Would you be very upset if Andrea and I didn't come in tonight?" Betty asked, hesitantly. "No... Cindy and I can fend for ourselves okay. I think I probably know what's going on anyway. You're both at the Billings?" Denise asked. "Yeah.. So I guess you know what we're doing?" Betty asked. "Yeah... It was inevitable." Denise chuckled. "It's like living with Sherlock Holmes at times. So you don't object too much I hope?" Betty asked. "Of course not. As I say it was inevitable. Perhaps not Andrea and the others, but I accepted you and Bobby being together a long time ago. You have fun now and don't forget to wear your galoshes. I don't wish to be a godmother, fairy or otherwise." Denise reminded her. "Galoshes and spermicide. Even with John and Andrea..... I love you." Betty said. "I love you too, dear. You two have a good time and we'll see you sometime tomorrow. Don't forget about Cindy's birthday tomorrow." Denise said. "I won't. We'll be home in the morning. I don't know what the sleeping arrangements will be..... Anyway, see you in the morning. Kiss Cindy for me." Betty said. "I will. You kiss Andrea for me. Good night, love." Denise said. "Good night. I love you. Bye." Betty said. "I love you too. Bye now." Denise said, hanging up the phone. She looked up at Cindy, who nodded and moved to hug her. "Guess it's just me and you for the night, love. Shall we go to bed?" Denise asked. "Yes, I'll help you put their dinners in the fridge." Cindy said, quietly. "Don't worry, love. It will work out alright." Denise said. "I know... Even if it ends up with just us two together. It's not what we wish, but I would be more than content with that." Cindy said, hugging her. "I promise you we shall have at least that. You and I are permanent. I've a similar vow with Betty. I don't foresee her changing because of this. I think Andrea is the wild card." Denise said. "It wouldn't be the same without her." Cindy said, tears in her eyes. "I know, love. We may not have to find out though. Nobody has asked out yet. I don't expect they will. It's just a possibility. Even then it's not a permanent one. At most it might just delay us." Denise said, comforting Cindy. "I know... Let's put this stuff away. I want to feel your arms around me all night. It's not very often I get you all to myself." Cindy said, moving to get out some containers. ----------------------------- Bobby led Betty by the hand into his parents bedroom. On the bed, Andrea was laying between them, alternately kissing one or the other. Their hands softly caressed her breasts as they kissed. Bobby kissed Betty deeply and then moved to the side of the bed his mother was on. Betty sat on the end of the bed, feeling a bit like a fifth wheel as Sally rolled to meet her son's lips and John took over full time with Andrea. This didn't last as both Andrea and Sally reached down to pull her up between them. Then it was them who were alternately kissing her and the men on the outside. Hands were all over on her body. Both male and female. Then it was as if the four of them decided to gang up on her to make her feel welcome. She felt lips on each of her nipples and a set on her own lips as another set nibbled at her labia. She didn't think she would have any trouble sleeping later. Over the next hour she experience at least a dozen orgasms. Someone was always reaching for her when someone else had just released her. In between, she witnessed father/daughter, mother/son, brother/sister, mother/daughter and husband wife combinations. Sometimes simultaneously, often with her. She finally passed out with Bobby's arms around her and Andrea spooned to her back as usual, except on the inside. Bobby was on the outside. On the other side of the bed John and Sally were snuggled together in their normal sleeping configuration, except that each had a hand on Andrea's body, caressing it softly. -------------------------- Cindy and Denise snuggled together in the bed. Somehow they were driven to make love once again. But this time they did it as they had the night of the party. With Denise moving sensually atop Cindy with their eyes locked together up through the moment of their mutual, devastating orgasm. Then Denise rolled on her side to take her weight off Cindy and they kissed each other tenderly. They each vowed their eternal love before caressing each other to sleep. Chapter Twenty-Nine. Betty awoke nestled between Andrea and Bobby. It felt very good, but not quite perfect. She missed Denise and Cindy. The short interval that Cindy and Andrea had been staying with them had greatly affected her. Inside she felt a special feeling for the women in her life that had somehow not been addressed the night before. Sex with Andrea and her family had been wonderful. After observing Andrea get her wish with Bobby and John -front and back- she had tried it herself. With her face buried alternately in either Andrea's or Sally's womanhood. The orgasms devastating, but somehow lacking. One on one sex with Bobby had been magical however. It was even quite enjoyable with both Sally and John. With Andrea it had been inspired. But all of it was somehow not what Betty really wanted. John and Sally stirred almost simultaneously. They hugged each other and kissed, then the memories of the previous evening came flooding back. They held each others gaze for quite some time while they considered them. As if asking each other how they felt about it. Sally answered by softly running her fingers over Bobby's thigh. Betty felt John reach to feel hers. His touch was light and loving. It was joined in a moment by Andrea's. Their fingers intertwining momentarily and then returning to their explorations. When Andrea's fingers touched her womanhood Betty felt a different desire. "Excuse me. I have to go." she said, extracting herself from the group. Andrea joined her a few minutes later in the bathroom. "Is something wrong, love?" she asked Betty in concern. Betty smiled at her sweet young love and shook her head. She finished urinating and wiped herself, then relinquished the throne to Andrea. Andrea caught her hand and held her there a moment while she went. "I can tell.... Something's bothering you." Andrea said, releasing her own stream. Betty leaned and kissed Andrea softly, then pulled back and held her gaze. "No love, nothing is wrong.... Last night was wonderful." Betty said, touching her cheek softly. "But?" Andrea asked. "No buts. Last night *was* wonderful. I stayed last night because you asked me to. Truth is than I'm not the least bit sorry I stayed. I wanted to stay last night because of Bobby. I wanted to know what it was like to share Bobby with you. Now I know, and we will have many, many wonderful times again. If there is a but at all, it is that right now I feel it is just too dangerous. I'm worried about pregnancy. My own as well as yours. There are just too many ways for transference of live semen." Betty said. "Okay... I understand. I guess." Andrea said, wiping herself. They returned to the bedroom hand in hand to say their good-byes. Betty pulled a now conscious Bobby into her arms and kissed him tenderly. "Thank you for a wonderful time, my love. I thank you all. But I'm really worried about pregnancy. So I feel for now, what we had last night is as much as we should be involved. I couldn't feel comfortable. For myself for one, but especially for Andrea. So... I think we better be on our way." she said. Bobby hugged her tightly. "I understand. I guess I'd better have that operation pretty soon, huh?" he asked. "That would be nice... I'll gladly sponsor it." Betty offered. "No... I wish to be able to pay for it myself." Bobby said. "I understand... But that may take a while. Think about accepting it as a loan.... I won't push though. Let me know what you decide." Betty said. Andrea was hugging and kissing her parents, now her and Betty changed off. Betty pulled Sally into her arms and kissed her tenderly. Then she turned to John and did the same. "I do want to thank you for a most enjoyable and quite unforgettable evening." she told them. "You are most welcome. It was wonderful having you here..... After watching you with Andrea and Bobby last night... Well, they are both extremely lucky to have you. We do not wish to mess that up. But I don't think we would have missed last night for anything." John said, pulling Sally to him. Sally nodded, laying her head upon his shoulder. Her hands reached out and tenderly touched her children once more. At the moment they were oblivious to it. Betty kissed everybody one last time and then slipped off to dress. A little while later Andrea joined her. -------------------------- Denise awoke snuggled to Cindy. She kissed her softly on the forehead and Cindy stirred in her arms. "Good morning love, Happy birthday." Denise said, softly. "Mmmm Thank you, my dearest love. Good morning to you." Cindy replied, moving to meet her lips. After a few tentative probes in which they were worried about their breath, the kiss deepened and lasted. Their hands began to explore each other's bodies once again. They finally broke to make a pit stop. But were back at it right afterwards. They didn't speak again until they were both once again laying satiated in each other's arms. Their bodies moist with perspiration. "I shall love you forever." Cindy said, softly. "Suits me just fine, love. As I shall be loving you back for every minute of it." Denise said, kissing her cheek softly. "I wish Andrea and Betty were here." Cindy said, more soberly. "I know, love. So do I." Denise replied. ----------------------------- It was kind of quiet on the drive home from Andrea's house. "It's Cindy's birthday today. I guess we should have been there when she woke up." Andrea said. "You can't be everywhere at once love, I think she'll understand." Betty replied. "Does that Gourmet shop do breakfast?" Andrea asked. Betty grinned at her and turned on the next corner. Now that she had her money from home, Andrea insisted on paying. She also paid Betty back for the purchases she had made for her the previous evening. They got Egg's Benedict for four and made their way home, hoping they were on time. ------------------------------ Andrea cleared the alarm for them from Betty's laptop. On a whim she called in an image from the bedroom. She was pleased to see her lovers wrapped together kissing in bed. As Betty parked the car, Andrea showed her the image and then wiped it. They quickly carried their purchases inside. Betty set about making Mimosa's while Andrea laid out the plates on a tray. The sauce was still warm and perfect. The coffee was ready from it's timer and they added mugs to the glasses Betty placed on the trays. They hugged and kissed each other deeply before they made their way upstairs. Each snagged a present on the way. "Happy Birthday!" Andrea shouted on entry. Denise and Cindy almost came sideways out of the bed in startlement. Betty laughed as she moved the tray to the dresser and then moved to kiss Denise good morning as Andrea was already occupying Cindy's lips. "Mmm Good morning love. How was your night?" Denise asked, hugging her tightly. "You know very well that it was.... interesting." Betty chuckled. "If that was interesting, I'd be afraid to experience sensational." Andrea chuckled, returning Cindy's sincere hug. "Come on, sit up." Betty prompted. Denise and Cindy complied and Andrea and Betty placed the trays around them. On Denise's tray was a single red rose. But not on Cindy's. "No rose for me?" she noticed, a bit disappointed. "They wouldn't fit." Betty chuckled. Cindy shook her head in bafflement as Betty disappeared down the stairs for a moment. She returned with a large box containing two dozen long stem red roses. She handed the box over to Cindy, collecting a kiss from her beaming face. Cindy opened the box with tears flowing from her eyes. They didn't lessen as Andrea and Betty added other presents. Denise slipped out and returned with a small package too. "What's all this?" Cindy asked, looking at the packages. "I think you should find out after you eat. Andrea bought you this lovely breakfast and it would be a shame to let it go cold." Betty teased. Cindy pulled Andrea back to her to kiss her in thanks. "Thank you, love. Thank you for loving me." Cindy said, hugging her. "You are most welcome, my love. But I couldn't help but love you." Andrea said, hugging her back. "Come on, eat so you can open your presents." Betty urged, slipping onto the bed next to Denise. Denise lifted the tray so she could scoot under it with her. This worked as Denise was left handed and Betty was right handed. The same held true for Andrea and Cindy. Cindy lifted her tray to let Andrea slide in next to her. Then they all tore into breakfast. "Mmm This is great! Thank you love." Cindy said, administering a kiss to Andrea's cheek. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up." Andrea said, poking at her breakfast. "That's okay, love. You are here now." Cindy said, pulling Andrea's chin into a real kiss. The phone rang and Betty snagged it. It was Jenny. She asked for Denise. Betty handed the phone over. "Jenny! How nice to hear from you. Where are you at? We're just in the middle of Egg's Benedict, can I call you back?" Denise said. "Sure love. I'm at the office. Call me when your done. But really, I just called to find out when the party was." Jenny chuckled. "I'll give you a call in about ten minutes. We can talk then." Denise said. "Don't want to talk about it with Cindy around huh? Okay love, talk to you then. Bye now." Jenny said. "Thanks love. Talk to you in a bit. Bye." Denise said, handing the phone to Betty to hang up. "What did Jenny want?" Cindy asked, hopefully. "She just wanted to chat. I'll call her back after we eat and you open your presents." Denise said, her hand squeezing Betty's thigh in conspiracy. Betty grinned and let it pass. Cindy set about demolishing her breakfast. Andrea helping by feeding her extra bites of hers and supplying sips of Mimosa and coffee. "Enough, I'm stuffed." Cindy protested finally. "Alright love. You can open your presents. You can finish the rest afterwards." Andrea chuckled, moving the tray off them. She returned to the bed with their coffee cups which she placed on the night stand while Cindy tore into the wrapping on a present. >From Denise she received her own pair of spandex jeans and a set of lingerie thin enough to be worn under them. From Andrea she got a silk blouse that would compliment them perfectly. From Betty she got an ink cartridge for her printer... and a large bottle of very expensive perfume. "You didn't think I could only give you a print cartridge, did you?" Betty chuckled. "Why not? But thank you. I love this brand. God, the small bottle costs a fortune!" Cindy said, anointing herself. "Oooh! That makes me want to nibble on your neck... and a few other places." Andrea chuckled, doing the first part as she inhaled deeply. Cindy giggled, but didn't fight her. But Andrea broke off her attack after a moment so that Cindy could thank the other women, which she did. She thanked them all properly with a deep kiss and a hug. The others finished their breakfast and then Andrea returned Cindy's plate to her. She grinned and finished hers up. Denise kissed them all and then slipped off to call Jenny, donning a robe and heading for the library. "Hi, love. Sorry about earlier. Cindy was sitting right next to me. She doesn't know who's coming to her party tonight." Denise told her. "That's okay. I understand. How is the birthday girl?" Jenny chuckled. "She got round one of her presents from us. We have another round saved up for later. Betty gave her a large bottle of her favorite perfume, she got a lovely silk blouse from Andrea and I gave her her own pair of spandex jeans. Andrea bought her eggs benedict and Betty gave her two dozen roses." Denise replied. "Quite a haul for round one. What time do you want me there?" Jenny asked. "This instant, but the party starts at eight." Denise chuckled. "I'll be there. How should I dress?" Jenny asked. "Informal hot! Wear something that will make Cindy drool. Even if she can't touch it." Denise chuckled. "I have just the outfit in mind. She can touch all she wants too. Jake gave me a carte blanche free time ticket for the night." Jenny said. "Did he now? Is it really okay?" Denise asked. "Yup. He said if this past week is any indicator of how you girls influence me, then he is all for it. He said he'd see me tomorrow night. I don't have any appointments for tomorrow morning so I can stay over.... If you want?" Jenny asked. "That's the silliest damn question you ever asked. You know how we all feel about you." Denise said. "I didn't know if you'd still feel that way after what I said about last time being the only time." Jenny said, nervously. "Darling. We adore you. I worship you. We all love you dearly. We didn't think a thing about it because we understood. We still understand. You are always welcome in our arms. We will gladly accept whatever you feel comfortable with. Okay?" Denise asked. "Okay.... God I love you. I'll see you at eight. The first kiss is Cindy's, but I've got a special one stored up for you." Jenny said, dreamily. "I love you too, darling. I look forward to seeing you tonight. Bye now." Denise said. "Oh, should I bring anything, besides Cindy's present?" Jenny asked. "Just your lovely bod. Bye now." Denise said. "Bye love." Jenny said, breaking the connection. Betty slipped in on the end of the conversation. Now she slid onto Denise's lap and kissed her tenderly. "Thank you for your understanding about last night." she said, hugging herself to her. Denise hugged her back. "No problem. My only concern was when we didn't hear from you till so late. So you had a good time?" Denise asked, holding her tenderly. Betty sighed and nodded. "It was okay.... Sex with Bobby was as wonderful as I dreamed." Betty said. "But?" Denise asked. "But.... the whole thing wasn't what I wanted. *You* are what I want. I woke up missing you. I woke up several times last night missing you." Betty said, nuzzling Denise's neck. "And Andrea?" Denise asked. "I think Andrea had a great time.... But I don't think it's what she wanted either. I think emotionally it's too much for her right now." Betty said. "Yes, I was a bit worried about that. So how did it all happen?" Denise asked, softly caressing Betty's shoulder. "Oh.... Andrea and Sally had a little tete-a-tete while I was out running with Bobby. Afterward she forgot her money. I paid for her shopping and she insisted we go back to her place to get her money to pay me back. When we got there, she let herself in with her key. We kind of walked in on Bobby and Sally in bed. Andrea said she wanted to stay and wanted me to stay too, so we got undressed and joined them. Then John walked in on all of us.... Well, that led to the inevitable." Betty said. "So Andrea and her father got together?" Denise asked. "Everybody got together with just about everybody. The only exception was that Bobby and John didn't. But even they helped each other with us. We all experienced both of them at the same time." Betty said. "How did you feel about that?" Denise asked. "It was okay.... I'm not big on anal intercourse. I think the one who enjoyed that the most was Andrea. She went pretty wild. I think Sally quite enjoyed it too, but there again I think a lot of that was psychological." Betty said. "Did you use protection?" Denise asked, caressing Betty's cheek. "Lots of it. Rubbers and spermicide. But I'm still a bit worried about Andrea. As you said before, mother nature is a sneaky prolific little bitch. That's what I told Andrea this morning." Betty said. "Well love, I don't object to what you did. Neither of you. But I will feel better about it when Bobby has his operation and John has himself checked again." Denise said, hugging Betty to her. "You sure? John said you sent him away until you could check with us. Then we go ahead and do that with him without checking with you." Betty reminded her. "I'm quite sure, love. I may spend my own time with them, but I want to wait until we are all married." Denise said. "What about Penelope and I, tonight?" Betty asked. "What about it? I will help you any way I can. I hope you have a lovely time. I fully intend to. Jenny says Jake gave her a free pass for the night. So I will certainly have a willing partner for the night myself." Denise chuckled, softly kissing Betty's cheek. "God I love you..... I don't ever want what we have to get lost in all this." Betty said, hugging her tightly as tears formed in her eyes. "It won't love. If we don't let it." Denise comforted her. Their lips met and they kissed passionately. "Now, you'd better give Penelope a call and confirm she will be here. I figure eight o-clock." Denise said, sliding Betty off her lap and getting up. Betty pulled her back into a big hug. "Okay.... How about you and I slipping off alone sometime today?" she asked. "Anytime." Denise said. "I want to bathe first. That spermicide tastes like shit." Betty said. Denise chuckled and kissed her again before slipping out. Betty dialed Penelope's number. ----------------------------- Andrea and Cindy were in the shower, making a sensual game of cleansing Andrea. Denise snagged some clothes and used the guest shower. She was just coming out, brushing her hair out when Betty exited the library. "She'll be here. The silly girl seemed surprised that we still wanted her to come." Betty chuckled, not telling her the whole conversation. "That's Great." Denise said, hugging her. "I think I'll take a nice long hot bath. What are you going to do?" Betty asked. "I thought I'd go out and clean up the extension a bit so the guests don't track dust in here when we show them around tonight." Denise said. "That's a great idea. Maybe I should just take a shower and then help you." Betty offered. "No, you go ahead with your bath. I can handle it okay." Denise said. "Okay... You sure?" Betty asked. "You keep asking me that. Yes, love. I'm certain... about everything." Denise said, pulling her back into a kiss. Betty trembled in her arms. Halfway through the kiss she moaned softly as a gentle orgasm gripped her. "My, you're in a hot mood. Tonight should be fun." Denise giggled. "Before then for us, I hope." Betty demurred. "Sure, after I finish cleaning up the extension. Say after lunch?" Denise offered. "It's a date.... My love." Betty said, stealing a last kiss before Denise slipped off. Betty headed for the guest bath. Denise met the girls coming down the stairs. They were dressed for work. "My, what's this? It's your birthday Cindy. No work for you today. I won't allow it." Denise chuckled. "Then why are you dressed like that?" Cindy chuckled. "I said no work for you. Not me. But really I'm just going to vacuum up some of the dust out there, so we don't track it in here." Denise said . "I'll help." Andrea said. "Thank you love. There really isn't that much to do. But if you want to help... I guess I can wire in a few temporary lights after we clean up." Denise said. "Will you at least let me watch you do that?" Cindy asked, mopily. "Yes love. I'll call you when I start wiring." Denise said, pulling her to her and kissing her softly. "So what can I do in the meantime?" Cindy asked. "Read a book. Watch a movie. Kick back and relax. It's your birthday, do as you wish." Denise said, heading for the extension. "I wish to be around those I love. If they are working, I wish to be working." Cindy called after them. "You are free to watch us all you like." Denise called back to her. Cindy sighed. She knew Denise was serious. Perhaps she wouldn't notice if she did other sorts of less physical work. She headed for the library to amuse herself. Between Denise and Andrea, they got the extension cleaned up in a reasonable period of time, but the job was bigger than Denise had thought it would be. Andrea helped out a lot. They didn't talk much, as the vacuum precluded much of it, but -at the moment- Andrea didn't seem to be in a talking mood anyway. Denise honored her privacy. "Are you mad at me?" Andrea asked, finally. "Not a bit, love. Whatever gave you that impression?" Denise asked, looking up. "Aren't you going to ask me about last night?" Andrea asked. "Nope. I figure if you wanted to talk about it, you would." Denise said, turning back to finish cleaning out a corner. "But how do you *feel* about it?" Andrea asked, uneasily. "Personally, I don't see much difference between it and what you were doing with Bobby before. You already know of my acceptance of that. My primary concern was over pregnancy, it still is. Beyond that, you are free to pursue whatever relationships you wish." Denise replied, dumping a dust pan. "You're telling me what you think I want to hear. How do you feel about it?" Andrea asked. "Alright, love. I can see you wish to talk about it. We're about through here. Let me finish up and then we'll sit down with a cup of coffee." Denise said. "You finish up, I'll get the coffee." Andrea said, disappearing before Denise could respond. Denise sighed a bit. She knew how emotionally charged Andrea was. She turned back to her work. She was just finishing up when Andrea returned with two mugs of coffee. "Thank you love. That was sweet of you." Denise said, stripping off her work gloves to accept the mug. Andrea quivered a bit inside when Denise leaned to kiss her in thanks. Denise settled onto a wide bench stool they had been standing on to sand the ceiling, straddling it. She bid Andrea to join her. Denise was leaning against a wall to support her back. Andrea happily moved to sit between her legs and leaned back to snuggle to her. Denise took a sip of her coffee and then set it on a second nearby bench. She then laid her hot lips upon Andrea's neck and kissed her softly. Andrea let out a soft moan of delight. "Now my love. Why don't you tell me what's troubling you." Denise asked, between nibbling on her neck. Andrea took a sip of coffee to warm her mouth, then set her cup beside Denise's. She half turned to meet Denise's lips directly. As their warm lips pressed together, their hot tongues swirled around each others. Andrea pulled Denise's hands to her breasts while she enjoyed the sensual delight of the kiss. Denise was not immune to Andrea's prompts and responses. She felt the flush of blood rush to her face as her pulse quickened. She could feel Andrea's erect nipples right through the fabric of her shirt. She wore no bra. She succumbed to the invitation as she teased her thumbs over the ends of the young woman's breasts. The kiss deepened even further as Andrea desperately hugged herself to her. ---------------------------- After bathing that morning, the Billings family sat eating breakfast, each a little uncomfortable once again. It was Sally who broke the spell by first kissing John passionately after serving him a second cup of coffee, and then moving to do the same to Bobby. Bobby and John found themselves drawn to look at each other. "I have much to make up for." Bobby said, dropping his eyes to his plate again. "Son... I am just so happy to hear your voice.... I'm not concerned over the past. What's done is done. Nothing can change it. But I do not hold it against you. Last night.... Well, we all stepped over that line. Once across there is no going back. Knowing that, well... I guess we have a lot to talk about, about past, present and future. I've no choice today, as I've got a finalizing meeting with the purchasing executives over their purchase of the company that I just can't miss because I'm the owner. But once this is settled, I look forward to sharing many long talks with you. And this summer I intend to catch up on all the fishing we've missed over the years." John said. "You may not feel that way when you hear the whole story. I hurt Andrea pretty badly." Bobby said, tears developing in his eyes. "Perhaps.... But you've been paying for it every since. I have no doubt that Andrea would not be the fine woman she is developing into had you not done that. Last night I watched you give her great joy as well. You also taught her how to enjoy that. For whatever reason this started, you've made her love you. You did a good job of that. The kind of love I witnessed her display towards you did not come from you hurting her. It came from you loving her..... And now the doors open for me and your mother to share the same with her. However this all started..... I'm not sorry about it. I want to keep loving her that way. I want to feel that from her. I think your mother feels the same about you and her too." John said. "Yes, I do. I'm not sorry either. Bobby, your father and I have shared a fairly active and happy sex life since we were married. Before then really. You don't have to be Einstein to figure the difference between your birthday and our anniversary isn't nine months. But my point is that even with as active and happy as we were, what we shared was nowhere near the passion we all experienced last night or like I experienced with Andrea last weekend. I want to continue to feel that way as well." Sally said, leaning to kiss John on the neck and drinking in his after shave. "I don't know what to say." Bobby said. "None of us do. It's not something that society has prepared us for dealing with. But we will all figure it out together. But for now I've got to run. Have fun today. I love you..... I love you all." John said, getting to his feet. He swept Sally into his arms and kissed her passionately. His hands cupped her ass as they kissed. Sally returned it happily, if a bit surprised. "You have fun today too. I'll see you this evening about six. I love you." John told her. "Mmm I love you too. And thank you for understanding." Sally said, hugging him tightly. "I do understand.... I don't know how, but I really do. Bye now. Bye son." John said, waving at Bobby. Bobby found himself waving back as his father departed, then Sally turned to him and they shared each other's gaze a moment. "So... Back to your routine... or would you like something different?" she asked, hopefully. "I think my routine has served it's purpose. I'll decide how much of it to keep later as it keeps me physically healthy, but for now I'd very much like that something different." Bobby said, reaching out his hand to his mother. Sally smiled and moved into his arms. He pulled her onto his lap as their lips met. Bobby's hand already moving under her dress. Later she lay snuggled to his side, randomly drawing figures on his chest with her fingertips. "I know you taught Andrea to be such an outstanding lover, but who taught you?" she mused. "I don't know. I never learned her name. A woman in Thailand. A highly skilled courtesan. She had a whole library devoted to the subject." Bobby replied, softly playing his fingers over his mothers back and derrière. "I thought you were captured in your first week over there?" Sally said. "I was. This was on the way there. I got four days liberty in Thailand while I waited for repairs to the runway at an airport that got shelled on my way over. My sergeant took me to this ladies house and left me in her keeping. I didn't step out of it till the evening on the fourth day when he came and collected me again." Bobby said, distantly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." Sally said, kissing his cheek. "No... It's okay. Those four days are the only good memories I have from over there." Bobby replied. "How about I fix us some lunch?" Sally asked, changing the subject and trying to roll away. Bobby held her to him and lifted her chin to his. Sally was powerless to resist him. She melted into the kiss. Midway through it she experienced a mild orgasm. "I can see why Andrea loves you so. I'm as much a slave to your touch now as she is. I await your beckon call and commands." Sally said, breathlessly. "How about you make us some lunch.... Wearing that sexy lingerie that you keep to torture dad with when you want something." Bobby teased. "Which one?" Sally asked, blushing. "The sheer white ones." Bobby replied. "How do you know about that?" Sally asked, a bit embarrassed. "I've wanted you for a long time." Bobby grinned, "You didn't pay much attention to me when I wasn't talking. Sometimes you'd forget I was even there. You walked by in it once after dad and Andrea had left for the day. You poured yourself another cup of coffee and returned to your bedroom." "Your wish is my command." Sally said, blushing a bit. "In that case, we will return to bed for dessert after lunch." Bobby grinned. "Between you, John and Andrea, I may never get dressed again." Sally mused, moving to kiss him softly. ------------------------------ Andrea lay back in abandon to Denise's touch as she rubbed her to orgasm right through her bibbed-shorts. The orgasm provided her with a much needed release. She had tears pouring from her eyes as she lay back sobbing and gasping against her love and mentor. "Feel better?" Denise asked softly, gently caressing her breasts directly as the bib was now down and Andrea's shirt off. "Mmm You always seem to know just what I need." Andrea said, taking a hand and kissing the palm. "That part is easy, love. I just respond to your hunger. But you still haven't told me what's troubling you." Denise said, retrieving Andrea's shirt and shaking it out for her. Andrea kind of sighed as she accepted the shirt and pulled it on. "I'm not really certain I know. Fact is I'm not real certain what's going on. Really I don't have a clue... " Andrea said, turning to face her. "About your folks?" Denise asked. Andrea found herself nodding. "I don't think that's so very hard to see. You've all loved each other very much for a long time now." Denise said. "Not like this we haven't." Andrea said, blushing and rolling her eyes. "This isn't something that just happened, Andrea. This is just a symptom of something that's existed between all of you for a long time now. It probably exists in a great many households, but it gets continually suppressed by either religious or societal pressure." Denise said. "So what suddenly makes my family so different from all those others? Because I was coerced into sex with my brother when I was thirteen? Suddenly now my whole damn family's got the hots for me." Andrea said, clearly distressed. "Are you saying that you didn't desire this to happen? Because I don't believe it. I saw you with your mother last weekend. You two were virtually dripping over each other and I've seen how you react whenever we've mentioned how attractive your father is." Denise said. "No... I'm not saying I wasn't attracted and didn't desire this. You know I did. I'm just shocked that it actually happened. It's not at all what I expected to happen. For one, I didn't expect them to find out about Bobby and I, and if they somehow did, this is not at all the reaction I would have expected." Andrea half cried. "How would you have expected them to act? They both love you very much." Denise said, misreading Andrea's dilemma. "I don't know. Upset! Scandalized, angry... anything other than acting, like they almost wished they'd gotten in on it from the start." Andrea cried. Denise suddenly saw Andrea's concern. "Oh no love. You've got it all wrong. It's not like that at all. Believe me, your mother was plenty upset when she told me what she suspected and I finally told her how things really happened. Fact is that she's very upset about it. But she loves you dearly enough that she's not likely to reveal to you how upset she was. I'm quite certain that your father feels the same." Denise said, pulling her back to her and hugging her. "How can that be. Last night they were fucking ecstatic about things. This morning they were visibly contented. They were virtually oozing contentment and even joy. That just doesn't fit with what happened to me." Andrea sobbed, burying her face in Denise's shoulder. "Alright love, listen very carefully and I will explain how that can be." Denise began. Andrea was sobbing too hard to listen for a moment. Finally she forced herself to listen to what Denise said. Time and again she had been her savior from her own stupidity and gullibility. She unquestionably believed in her more than anyone else on the planet. Perhaps that was just another symptom of that gullibility, but if so Andrea was content live with it. She listened. "Do you remember a question you asked me the night your father first caught us with you?" Denise asked. "I remember the night well... But I don't know to which question you are referring." Andrea said, a tiny bit calmer. "The question was: How I could turn everything bad that happened to me into good." Denise reminded her. "Yes, I remember. You are still doing it. You do it constantly. I'm still amazed that you do it and I still don't have a clue how you do it." Andrea said, nodding. "I'm not sure myself... But that's more of what your folks have been doing." Denise said. "I don't follow." Andrea said. "I mean I think they are turning a bad situation into something enjoyable for everybody involved." Denise said. "I still don't follow...." Andrea said, wiping at her tears. "Okay.... Your mother and father are suddenly faced with the information that you have been involved in incest with Bobby. Now at first, they are understandably freaked out by this. Your mother makes cautious information probes to both you and Betty. The response to these probes is that the number one concern of all -pregnancy- is being addressed. Okay, your mother thinks about it a long time. What choices does she have? To report it to the authorities and maybe lose both her children, you to the child welfare agencies and Bobby undoubtedly to jail, or to deal with the situation in a different manner? You are obviously a happier person now than you were even a few months ago. Bobby seems to be pulling out of his retreat from the world. Reporting the situation to the authorities will only damage everybody involved. So perhaps she thinks about things a long time and maybe even talks it over with your father. Now, she gets basic confirmation from you and Betty that the situation is real. Then she asks me directly and I confirm the whole story so that she will have all the information on which to base her understanding. This prompts her conversation with you last weekend. By the time she talked to you about it, she had been thinking about incest for a long time. She's reached the conclusion that the only valid foundation for the taboo is the concern over pregnancy. That is being addressed to her satisfaction with your use of birth control, abstinence and eventually Bobby's vasectomy. So she's resolved that your relationship with Bobby is *acceptable* to her. But this opens other doors she may or may not have realized existed. Once she dismisses the taboo for Bobby and you. The foundation for that same taboo between you and *her* no longer exists. She's already come to terms with your lesbianism with us so that isn't a barrier. And now suddenly she is faced with her own latent feelings of desire for you and nothing standing in the way of her pursuing them. You confess your latent desire for her and the two of you are off to the races. I think the same situation is true of you and your father. Because of his vasectomy, pregnancy isn't an issue -or won't be once he has his zero sperm count confirmed. So... Your parents making love with you and Bobby is indirectly related to what originally happened between you two, but not the true reason for their involvement with you. That reason is that you are both desirable individuals and your parents aren't immune to that desire. They love you. They desire you. Once the taboo has been addressed there was nothing to keep you apart." Denise said. "I see..." Andrea said, nodding in understanding. "Does make a difference, doesn't it?" Denise asked, caressing her tenderly. "Yes, it does. It makes a world of difference.... if it's true." Andrea said. "I think it's true. For one thing, neither of your parents made the slightest suggestion of a relationship between you and them before this, did they?" Denise asked. "No, they didn't." Andrea admitted. "I think that's because the taboo was blocking them from pursuing their natural desires." Denise said, hugging the girl to her. "Do you really think it's natural?" Andrea asked, snuggling to her breast. "Yes, I do. I think that a trim, good looking body is going to be an attraction to anybody who is honest with themselves. I think there is probably a great deal of desire for family members that gets suppressed because of the taboo against incest. In the case of your family, that barrier suddenly got shattered. But I know your parents care very deeply for you. They do care what happened to you. But they can't *change* what has already happened. There is no way to turn back the clock and stop it from happening. What they can do is offer you love and understanding. Without the barrier of the taboo, that love is being displayed in an unconventional manner, but it is still love they feel for you and Bobby." Denise said. Andrea was calm now. Her tears dried. She felt a warm feeling of love inside. Denise had satisfactorily addressed her worst fears. She realized the truth of what Denise had postulated. It just made sense. Nothing else did. Occams razor said it was true. She sat up and turned around on the bench, facing Denise. "Thank you... I don't know if I will ever be able to let you know just how much I love you. Once again you have taken a bad situation and pulled the good out of it. I shall be honored beyond words to become your wife for all time." She said, leaning to tenderly kiss Denise. Denise accepted the kiss, wrapping her arms around Andrea and pulling her to her. The kiss deepened and lasted a long time. ------------------------------ Betty came down from her bath feeling much cleaner and refreshed. She used her fingers to continue to dry her lovely mid-length hair. She would set it before the party that night. She saw nobody in the kitchen or gym. She was a bit surprised to find Cindy by herself at the computer in the library. She moved up quietly behind her and softly kissed her on the neck. Cindy startled a bit, but leaned into the affection. "What 'ja doing, birthday girl?" Betty asked. "Getting a head start on next quarter. Denise wouldn't let me do any physical work." Cindy said. "So you figured mental work was okay, huh? I ought to protest, but I'm too much of a teacher to object to a student doing extra homework." Betty chuckled, kissing her neck again. Cindy saved a file and then spun her chair around and pulled Betty onto her lap. She kissed her tenderly and hugged her to her. "So how is my bride-to-be today? How was your night with the Billings?" Cindy asked. "Mmm I like the sound of that. Your *bride-to-be* is just fine. Our night with the Billings was interesting and fun, but I missed you and Denise." Betty said, kissing her softly again. --------------------------- Andrea and Denise kissed one last time before parting. "Well love. I've got some wiring to do here. I think that it's cleaned up as much as we can without a damp mop or something, but I think this is good enough." Denise said. "Why don't you and Cindy do the wiring. I'll run a damp mop over the hallways." Andrea suggested. "If you want." Denise said, smiling at her. Andrea pulled her back to her. "What I want... is to spend my future married to you, Cindy and Betty. But in the meantime, I'm willing to do anything to make it any little bit more special for Cindy on her birthday. Thank you for loving me and putting up with my bullshit and mood swings." she said, kissing Denise once more. "Mmm you are most welcome. It is not without it's reward you know. I get to make love with a hot young lovely, bright, talented woman." Denise said, tweaking Andrea's ass playfully. Andrea giggled and slipped away to get the mop. Denise went in search of Cindy. She found her and Betty in the guest room. She stood watching in the doorway for a moment, feeling a sexual flush over the scene before her. Betty was atop her and using *Euneika* in her best manner. Feeling a bit wobbly, Denise slipped back out again and went and got Andrea. "What's up?" Andrea asked as Denise led her toward the guest room. "My tongue.... I found Cindy mid-flagrato with Betty and it occurred to me that we ought to make Cindy's day an unforgettable one." Denise giggled. Andrea grinned and happily followed. They tip-toed into the guest room just in time to witness the other two women erupt in passionate orgasm. Without a word they both stripped off their clothes. By the time the women noticed their presence, it was too late to save them from their fates. ------------- Much latter that afternoon Cindy sat in the kitchen sipping coffee. She was so bombed on endorphins she was having difficulty holding her head up. Andrea came by and supported it for a moment while she kissed her passionately. Then she slipped off to finish her damp mopping, leaving Cindy alone in the kitchen. Cindy reflected over the past few hours. The women had basically ganged up on her, giving her orgasm after orgasm. Her favorite was when Denise held her in her lap and together they dueled their tongues over *Euneika* while Andrea lapped happily at Charmer. They certainly had made her birthday an unforgettable one. She wondered if she dared wonder what they had in store for her that night. She was sure they had something planned. It just wasn't like them not to. She tried to focus herself on sipping her coffee. ------------------------- Denise and Betty were still in the guest room. Cindy wondered at their stamina. She needn't have. Mostly they just held each other and kissed tenderly from time to time. Not that they didn't share several more orgasms in the process, but that wasn't their main incentive. They wandered out to join Cindy still sitting at the table about three o'clock. "Hello love, how are you feeling now?" Denise asked, kissing her softly. "I'm amazed I can feel anything at all." Cindy said, rolling her eyes. "Aww... we weren't that rough on you." Betty teased. "I wasn't exactly complaining." Cindy smirked, reaching out to pinch her butt playfully. "Well, when I found you and Betty together it made me realize we had a golden opportunity to make your birthday an unforgettable one, so I went and collected Andrea." Denise said. "You were quite successful if that was your goal." Cindy mused. "So where is the little darling?" Betty asked, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Doing something out in the extension." Cindy said. "I think I'll go find out what." Betty said, stooping to snare a kiss from Cindy and a last one from Denise. They shared a special tender look before Betty slipped away. Cindy observed them. "You know you really should marry that gal. She's head over heels for you, just like I am." Cindy said. "I have every intention to marry both of you and Andrea at the first possible opportunity. Speaking of which. I have to run over to the post office to check my box. Want to come?" Denise asked. "Wouldn't miss it.... Nor any opportunity to spend time with you. *Checking your box* especially appeals to me." Cindy said. Denise leaned over and kissed her tenderly in thanks for the sentiment. "You keep that up and I'm liable to forget the post office and drag you back into the bedroom." she demurred. "It wouldn't be kicking and screaming, I can tell you that." Cindy cooed. "Don't tempt me. I'll just go tell our other loves where we're going." Denise said, breaking away. Cindy looked after her a moment, admiring her backside retreating. All her loves had picture perfect asses, she mused to herself. She half sighed and went to get her coat. "So tell me love.. Has your time with us been all you thought it would be?" Denise asked on the way to the post office. "Not exactly." Cindy replied. "Not up to what you expected?" Denise asked. "No... much more than I expected." Cindy said. "Oh, how so?" Denise asked, glancing at her and then back at the road. "More loving for one thing. I didn't expect this much. Not that I'm complaining. It's been wonderful." Cindy said. "Well, not that you aren't incentive enough for that by yourself, but I suspect that has been contributed to greatly by all the raw emotion that's been flying about." Denise said. "Yes... Both Andrea and even Betty have been emotional basket cases lately." Cindy mused. "Sure you wish to get hitched to them? That may not change with time. It may just be in their nature." Denise asked. "I'm quite positive I wish to get hitched to them and to you. I've never been so sure of anything in my whole life. Getting loved a lot is hardly an incentive for me not to want to get hitched to them." Cindy giggled. "Just checking love." Denise said, squeezing her hand. "How about you. How do you feel about getting hitched to them... or me?" Cindy asked. "More sure than I have been about anything in my entire life." Denise said, glancing at her again. "Just checking, love." Cindy giggled, squeezing her hand in return. "And after seeing how Andrea was affected by the events in her life... Are you still interested in trying the same?" Denise asked. "Yes.... But I don't expect it to affect me the same way." Cindy said, looking out the window. "And if it did?" Denise asked. "Then I would live with it." Cindy replied. She was silent for a moment before going on. "It's not something that I would go into lightly. It is something that I have thought about. Quite a bit in fact. It's never been really far from my mind since mom told me about her affair with that girl when she was in school. I've had fantasies about it ever since then." Cindy said. "Fantasies? What about?" Denise asked. "Mostly about you and them, with me watching." Cindy admitted. "Me? With both of them?" Denise asked. "Yes... Usually one at a time though. But not always. I must admit I'm fascinated over how you would react to a man." Cindy said. "Perhaps that is your own insecurity coming out. You fear that a man will come along and take me away from you. Your fantasy is a sort of a test game your subconscious plays to prepare you for that possibility. But I can assure you no man has ever made me feel like I do when you are in my arms. Not even close." Denise said. Cindy got misty eyed. She lifted Denise's hand to her lips and kissed the palm. Then remembering the rules, she dropped it again to her lap and held it there. "I love you." She said, softly. "I love you too. My beloved." Denise said, squeezing her hand reassuringly before she pulled into the post office. Cindy waited in the car while Denise ran in. She took longer than Cindy expected. She had a big grin on her face when she came out. She had a large envelope in her hand along with a little black booklet. "Sorry for the delay. My passport arrived. I had to pick it up at the counter. Also a package from Aruba. What say we go check your mailbox for notice of yours?" Denise asked, climbing in the car. Cindy got so excited she could hardly speak. It was all she could do not to hug Denise with all her might. She just nodded over Denise's suggestion. Denise handed over the package from Aruba. Cindy looked through it on the drive to her parents house. It turned out that obtaining a travel visa was a simple matter that could be taken care of at the port of entry when they flew in. Or pre-arranged through any travel agent. At Cindy's house they found notice that hers was waiting at her local post office, she drug Denise inside to help abate her excitement with a few minutes of serious kissing. Then they drove to the post office to pick up Cindy's passport. Luckily, Denise had her guardianship affidavit with her as they required proof of identity to pick it up and Cindy had no drivers license as yet. After thoroughly examining the Denise's documents, including her new passport, they relinquished possession to Cindy, admonishing her about the responsibilities of not losing it. Cindy was respectful as she listened. Denise had to keep from laughing as she knew just exactly how important the document was to the girl. On the way home Cindy examined her new document closely, comparing it with Denise's. Her enthusiasm almost bubbled out of her. "So when can we go get married?" Cindy asked. "Well... Assuming Andrea's arrived today... or will shortly, I'd say probably the week after Christmas." Denise said. "That long?" Cindy asked. "Maybe... We have to wait for your folks to get back. You know we don't really have their specific permission to wed yet." Denise chuckled. "You don't think they'd say no!? Do you?" Cindy asked, alarmed. "No, not really. But I think we owe them the formality of asking them just the same." Denise said. "Yeah... I guess you are right. But what if they did say no? What would we do?" Cindy asked. "I don't see much of a possibility of that, but if they did, then we would just continue as we are and wait till your eighteenth birthday and do it anyway." Denise said. "I thought we had a time limit.... for Aruba." Cindy said. "We do... That's for all of us to get married together. But one way or another you are *going* to be *my* wife." Denise said. "Did I ever tell you that I love you?" Cindy asked, holding her hand to her breast. "A time or two, but I never tire of hearing it." Denise said, smiling at her and then looking back at the road. "I love you." Cindy said, softly. "I love you too, darling. And I fully intend to prove it by marrying you just as soon as we can work out the logistics." Denise replied. They found a note from Betty and Andrea when they got back. Seemed that Andrea's passport had arrived also and they had gone over to pick it up. They were going to stop at the wine store on the way back. Cindy and Denise hardly noticed the absence as they were too busy kissing. ------------------------------- Andrea leapt into her mothers arms and kissed her hungrily once they got inside. Bobby came and hugged and kissed Betty. Afterwards they changed partners and repeated the greeting. "So, I guess you'll be wanting to run off and get married now?" her mother teased Andrea. "Yes... As soon as possible!" Andrea bubbled. Sally laughed and nodded to her. Andrea hugged her again and then shared a long slow kiss with her. Bobby stood to the side, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Something wrong, Bobby?" Betty asked. "Huh? No... I guess not." he replied. Betty studied him a moment and then got it. "Oh don't you go feeling this is going to change things between us, any of us. This is just the first step toward us all living the way we wish to." She said, pulling him into a kiss that convinced him of her sincerity. Afterward Andrea did the same. Betty could feel the sexual energy in the room, but she guided Andrea out on the grounds of not having time for that and what they needed to do for the party that night. So with another round of kisses all around they parted. Afterward Bobby turned to Sally. "How about making me an appointment for a vasectomy?" he suggested. Sally giggled and moved into his arms. "Deal! I'm not very fond of those rubbers myself." she said, pulling him into a kiss. --------------------------- "It will change it though, won't it." Andrea said in the car. "I beg your pardon?" Betty asked. "Our getting married. It will change things between us and Bobby... and my folks." Andrea said. "I don't know love. I've never been married." Betty said, "I don't want it to. But I honestly don't know what I am going to feel afterwards about them." "And me?" Andrea asked. "You, my darling, I will love as long as I exist to love you." Betty replied. "But not them?" Andrea asked. "As I say, I don't know. I don't see any reason why it would make a difference after we are married, but I don't know that it won't. There is a large magnitude difference between how I feel about you and how I feel about Bobby. As to your folks.... I like them. I have enjoyed our time making love. But I don't see that as a long term part of my life. You on the other hand, I intend to love with my dying breath and beyond if there is anything left of me to love you with." Betty said. Andrea nodded to herself. "That's pretty much how I feel.... God I love Bobby and I hope he's going to be part of our life, but... not as much as I love you, Denise and Cindy. It's not the same thing at all." she said. Betty found herself nodding to herself as well. They stopped by the liquor store. Betty knew the menu for the evening that was due to be delivered about fifteen minutes after the party started that evening. She selected a suitable wine and bought a whole case of it. As an exercise she walked Andrea through the wines and explained them to her as Denise had with Cindy. Asking her to pick one out based upon the menu. Andrea picked the one Betty would have anyway. Betty beamed over it on the way home. "What are you grinning about?" Andrea asked. "Your wine selection.... in part. Mainly I was thinking about how very lucky I am. I'm engaged to be married to three of the finest women I ever met. I could have done much worse than any of you. That I get all of you is like being granted Christmas everyday." Betty said. "You do make a girl feel loved." Andrea said, taking her hand. "That's the easy part. I do love you." Betty chuckled. "As I love you." Andrea said, squeezing her hand gently. They rode in silence for a while. Andrea glanced up at the sky. "Looks like a storm brewing for tonight." she said. "Perfect. Maybe we'll all get snowed in." Betty chuckled. "So Jenny and Penelope are coming huh? I can't wait to meet Penelope. She sounds like a joy." Andrea said. "She is. Yes, them two and .... a little surprise." Betty said. "What? Who?" Andrea asked, a bit concerned over the prospect of unknowns. "A surprise." Betty said, grinning. "Not going to tell *me*?" Andrea asked. "Nope... I guess I could, but I'm not going to. It's funner that way." Betty said. "Funner for who?" Andrea asked. "Whom... For me'm." Betty said, correcting Andrea and grinning. "It's not going to be like when Denise invited June is it?" Andrea asked. "No... I think I can safely say that it won't be the same at all." Betty said. Andrea tried to pump her some more, but Betty remained mute about the subject. They pulled into the driveway. Denise and Cindy were back. Betty turned to Andrea and kissed her softly. "Okay, love. About six-forty slip off and shower and then get ready. Don't let Cindy know what you are doing." she said. "Don't worry. I won't let on. I wish you'd tell me what the surprise was." Andrea said. "A woman needs a little mystery about her." Betty giggled, climbing out of the car. "What about the wine?" Andrea asked. "Leave it for now. It can chill in the trunk." Betty said, guiding the younger woman inside. Once inside the arrival of the passports caused all four women to hug and kiss like they had been apart for years. "This is my best birthday present yet!" Cindy bubbled, waving hers and Andrea's passports. "Yet? Are you expecting more?" Denise teased. "Oh... no." Cindy said, contrite. "I was teasing love. Actually, I was thinking we could have a nice little dinner party together. Maybe go out and pick up a video to watch. Say about eight? Then maybe we can have pizza delivered." Denise said. "That sounds nice." Cindy said, hugging herself to Denise. Andrea and Betty hid their smirks. "Until then... I never did get that wiring done earlier. Would you like to help me wire in a few fixtures?" Denise asked. "Sure... I'd love to. Anything... Just to be close to you all." Cindy said, a bit misty eyed. "We're just wiring a few lights. Nothing very special about that." Denise teased. "It's all special to me." Cindy said, wiping her eyes. "Well, come on. Let's get it done then." Denise said, glancing at the time. It was four-thirty. Just enough time to wire the lights and then get ready before the others arrived.... if she hurried. The phone rang just then. Denise answered it. It was the manager of her previous apartment complex. They had rented her apartment and he needed her to clean out her bed and furniture that she had left to make it easier to rent. "Sure. I can get a truck tomorrow." Denise said. "Well, the new tenants are anxious to get moved in. I have a pickup and some helpers. Would it be okay if we delivered them to you now?" he asked. "Just a moment." Denise said. She turned to Betty and asked if she could use her garage as temporary storage. Betty assured her it was fine. "If you could come right away, that would be great." Denise told the manager, as Cindy was out of earshot. He said yes. Denise gave him directions on how to get there. --------------------------- Cindy merrily moved along with Denise, helping. Seeming not to notice her haste. They got at least one fixture wired in each room. Some of them temporary ceramic fixtures holding just a single light bulb as most of the rooms were scheduled for track lighting or even more exotic lighting. Around the master bedroom they were going to put in indirect ceiling lights that ran in a channel around the room. For now they just hung two ceramic fixtures in there. They finished up by six-fifteen. The extension seemed somehow to become more of a home with the addition of adequate lighting. The manager arrived at the gate with her furniture. Betty directed them where to place the furniture. She had them set up the bed frame and lay the box springs and mattress on them. She had a hunch they might be needed. Denise came out and thanked the manager for his promptness and kindness over letting her leave them there. "No problem. It made it easier to rent the place. I'm sorry to lose you as a tenant, but seeing this house, I don't blame you a bit. Good bye now." he chuckled, herding his assistants back into his truck. They closed up the garage and the gate after he pulled out. ------------------------------------- Denise suggested her and Cindy shower together and spruce themselves up a bit. They were somehow driven to make love in the shower, but Denise seemed a bit hurried. She resisted Cindy's attempt to induce a second orgasm in her. Instead she led her out and toweled her off. Then sat her down and did her hair up. Having her paint her nails while she worked on her hair. Cindy sensed that something was going on. "Sometimes it just feels good to get all spruced up. Now it's your birthday.. and your sixteenth birthday at that. What more reason do you need to get dressed up?" Denise asked. "If you say so." Cindy said, sitting her down and doing her hair for her while Denise worked on her nails. Down in the guest bath, Andrea and Betty were frantically getting ready. But before they came out, Betty had Andrea wrap a towel around her head and did the same to herself. They would repair the damage the instant Denise and Cindy were out the door. Denise and Cindy came down looking like a million bucks, to find Betty and Andrea in robes with towels on their heads. "You look nice. What's the occasion?" Andrea said, pulling Cindy to her. "It's my birthday." Cindy said. "I know love. I was teasing. Maybe I'll get dressed up too... If I can think of something that would look as nice on me as that does on you." Andrea said, pulling her into a kiss. Denise glanced at the time. It was ten after seven. "Come on love. Let's go get that movie. If these two want to bum around in their robes that's no reason why you and I can't have some fun." Denise said, winking at Betty. "Okay..." Cindy said, kissing Andrea one last time before parting. Betty gave her a quick kiss. "Hurry back. That pizza sounds good. I think a storm is coming in and eating pizza snuggled up in my robe by the fire sounds nice." she said. The two of them were barely out the door before Betty and Andrea went tearing upstairs to get into their fancy clothes. Betty was just repairing the last of the damage to her hair when the gate buzzer sounded. She looked like a million bucks -but casual- as she descended the stairs to open the gate for Jenny. Andrea came down the stairs as they were kissing in the entry way. She looked just as fine as Betty did. Jenny looked downright dangerous. Andrea rushed into her arms and kissed her passionately. Betty took the package from Jenny's hands and set it aside for her. "Mmmm And how's my favorite patient?" Jenny asked, hugging her tightly. "Floating on air. Our passports arrived today." Andrea bubbled. "Wonderful! So it's wedding bells for you then?" Jenny asked. "Soon. Just as soon as Cindy's parents get back, hopefully. Let me take your coat for you. Andrea, would you be a dear and bring that wine in now?" Betty asked. "Yes, love. Glad to. God it's good to see you Jenny!" Andrea said, kissing her once more before snagging Betty's offered keys and running out to get the wine. "She is floating. Isn't she." Jenny chuckled, handing her coat over to Betty. "You have no idea. My you look good enough to eat." Betty said, hanging the coat up. "A proposition this early?" Jenny chuckled. "Consider me first on your waiting list." Betty chuckled back, "Looking like that, I think it will be a long list." "You look pretty fine yourself. So does Andrea. So who all is coming?" Jenny asked, stepping into the living room. "Just Penelope and ... a little surprise for Cindy." Betty replied. "Ah, a woman of mystery. I like that." Jenny said, turning to her. Andrea came in on the last of the comment. "I'll say. She wouldn't tell me... anything about it." she said, setting the case on the kitchen counter. Betty moved to close the door, but just then another car pulled in. She left it ajar as Penelope got out of her car and carried her gift to the door. She opened it wide to let her in. She very much wanted to kiss her. Penelope looked like several million dollars. Betty helped her off with her coat and then settled for a quick warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then she made introductions around. Andrea was almost drooling down her chin over Penelope and she felt a small pang of jealousy over the way Penelope looked at Betty that surprised her a bit. She suppressed it successfully and it was soon forgotten in the warmth of Penelope's personality. "So where's Denise and the birthday girl?" Penelope asked, looking around admiringly at Betty's house. "Denise took Cindy off to rent a movie so we could surprise her. Let me get a few things set up and then I'll give you the grand tour later." Betty replied. "Sure... Can I help in any way?" Penelope asked. "Me too?" Jenny asked. "Gosh.. Thank you for the offer. Actually, there isn't much to do. If you and Jenny could open a bottle of wine and help yourself to a glass and if Andrea could give me a hand hanging a banner then I think we have it well in hand." Betty said. "Sure, glad to." Andrea said, jumping to help Betty. "Such chores you give me; opening a nice wine like this one and having to pour myself a glass." Penelope chuckled. "Yes, well life is tough around here." Betty chuckled, unrolling a colorful paper banner. "Don't let her fool you. Except for working our butts off on the extension, life here is as soft as I've ever known it." Andrea said, taking her end of the banner. "How is the extension coming?" Jenny asked, getting out the wine opener for Penelope as she knew where it was. "You would not believe what these little darlings have done. We're almost ready to start painting." Betty said, snagging the staple guns from a utility drawer and handing one to Andrea. "You're kidding!" Jenny gasped. "Nope. They've been working their cute little tails off." Betty said, grabbing a chair to hang her end. Andrea grabbed a chair of her own and moved to the other end of the wall over the French doors. They stretched out the banner and climbed up onto the chairs to hang it. "Again, don't let her fool you. She's been working harder than any of us." Andrea commented. "That sounds more like the Betty I know." Penelope chuckled, pouring wine into four of the six glasses Jenny had gotten down. She handed a glass to Jenny and toasted her. There was kind of an electric attraction between the two women. Jenny thanked her and sipped at her wine after sniffing at it. She followed Penelope's gaze to Betty's lithe form stretched out atop the chair. She smiled to herself over the observation. That and the view her own gaze revealed when it stopped on Andrea's similarly stretched body. "Is this straight?" Betty asked. Jenny moved around and directed Betty to lift her end another inch. Much to Penelope's delight she noticed as Betty lifted onto her toes to level the banner. "That's good." Jenny said. Betty and Andrea both worked their staple guns to fasten the banner and then climbed down and carried their chairs back to the table. The two other women observing the process. Andrea snagged the other two glasses of wine and handed one to Betty. "Thank you love." Betty said, accepting the glass. She never got to take a sip as just then the doorbell rang. "Oh, that must be the food." Betty said, setting her wine down and grabbing her purse. It was, she opened the door to find the charming man who ran the gourmet shop along with one of his assistants. Each laden down with a big box. She directed them to place the boxes on the counter. "So good to see you again. You women are becoming my best customers. What's the occasion this time?" he asked, setting the box down. Betty just pointed to the banner as she dug into her purse. The man's assistant was busying himself drinking in the lithe forms of all the lovely women. "Ah, that explains it.... Cindy... That lovely brunette girl the other woman had with her when she picked up that order at my shop last time? She's only sixteen?" he asked, incredulously. "Yes, she's very mature for her age. But so is Andrea here. What's the damage for this?" Betty asked. "Yes, I would have thought both of them closer to nineteen. As to the damage, it's all paid for in advance by Miss Alvey." he replied. "Oh... going to have to brain that girl. Let me at least give you both a tip." Betty said, offering them each five dollars. "No way. She insisted on putting a generous gratuity on the bill when she ordered. Enjoy yourselves tonight. I see you selected another excellent wine to go with the food. But I'd better get my assistant out of here before he breaks his eyes trying to look at all of you at once. Thank you for your business." the man said, guiding his assistant toward the door. "No, thank you for your service. I'm sure you'll be hearing from us again." Betty said, walking them to the door. "What a charming man. His assistant was kind of cute too." Penelope mentioned after Betty shut the door. "Yes, he is charming, isn't he. Still collecting '*boy-toys*'?" Betty teased. "His assistant may have been young, but the man was no boy." Penelope replied, sipping at her wine. "No, but he *is* married." Betty said, moving to open the boxes. "Mores the pity." Penelope said, wistfully. Jenny watched the banter between Betty and Penelope with amusement. She could see a hint of jealousy on Betty's part over Penelope's apparent attraction to the man. She could also see that Penelope wasn't really interested in the man, she was just teasing Betty. Andrea caught her eye and they both smirked at each other in understanding. "Let me help you with that. They should be back soon." Andrea said, moving to the other box. "Here, let me help too." Jenny said, moving to Andrea's side. Penelope moved in to give Betty a hand. Andrea got out a table cloth and Jenny helped her place it on the table. Betty and Penelope followed after placing serving dishes of appetizers and condiments. Andrea and Jenny emitted the other box and soon the table was laid out beautifully. Betty retrieved a bouquet of flowers from somewhere and placed them in a vase in the middle. "One day I'm going to find where you get them from. It's like you have a flower shop hidden in the house somewhere." Andrea mused. "What's she talking about?" Penelope asked. "Betty has the habit of coming up with flowers with no explanation of where they came from." Andrea said, not wanting to say too much to Penelope about breakfast in bed with roses. "No secret in those. You were with me today when I got them." Betty said, playfully pinching Andrea's butt. Jenny well knew the story of the roses with breakfast in bed, she had been the recipient of them herself, but it wasn't her place to reveal things to Penelope. She was saved the need by the sound of a car pulling in. ----------------------------- "Now who could this be?" Denise asked as her and Cindy pulled into the driveway. "That one looks like Jenny's car. I don't recognize the other one." Cindy said, knowing something was up. "Well I guess we'd better go see who it is." Denise said, innocently. Cindy grabbed the sack with the large container of frozen yogurt in it. Denise grabbed the video tapes. Cindy had asked if they could get some frozen yogurt, and Denise had insisted they get a half-gallon of it with an assortment of condiments. Somehow it seemed connected to the two cars in the driveway. Cindy wondered what was in store for her as they walked to the door. Inside, the lights were off as they opened the door. Cindy stepped inside and groped for the switch. "Surprise!" everybody called as the lights came on. Cindy just about jumped out of her shoes. "What's all this? Jenny! God you look great!" Cindy said, launching herself to hug her. "You didn't think we would let your sixteenth birthday pass without a party did you?" Denise chuckled from her side. She took the yogurt sack from Cindy's fingers as she hugged Jenny and her eyes got all misty. Andrea, Betty and Penelope were waiting their turns. Denise put the yogurt in the freezer and then returned to the line. Cindy got hugged and kissed by all. When she finally got to Penelope, Betty spoke up. "Cindy, this is my very dear friend, Penelope. Penelope, this is the birthday girl." she said. "So happy to finally meet you Cindy. Happy birthday. God, what I would have given to look as good as you when I was sixteen." Penelope said, hugging her and kissing her cheek. "Don't let her fool you. I was at her sixteenth birthday party and she had guys fawning all over her." Betty teased. "At it? Hell you planned it." Penelope said, turning to her. "It's a joy to finally meet you too, Penelope. Betty speaks very highly of you. I'm glad you are here." Cindy said, graciously. She had tears of happiness in her eyes. Denise produced a clean hankie for her to wipe her eyes with. Andrea moved to put on some music while Betty moved to pour Cindy a glass of wine. Cindy was trembling a bit as she accepted it. Betty pulled her to her and hugged her a bit to steady her. "Thank you, all of you. I really didn't expect this." Cindy said, wiping her eyes. "Whatever are you talking about, my beloved? We're just celebrating our passports arriving." Andrea teased. "And the sign?" Cindy asked. Andrea looked up at the sign in mock surprise. "Wherever did that come from, I wonder?" Andrea giggled. "Yes, I wonder too." Cindy said, pulling Andrea to her and kissing her. Penelope felt herself flush a bit as it wasn't just a friendly kiss. She looked to her wine glass, but her eyes drifted up and met Betty's, who was looking at her. Betty moved to her side, sipping at her wine. "I don't think I hid my lifestyle from you all this time. What the girls are referring to, is the fact that they all got their passports today. That means that we can all be married soon." she said. "Married? Who? And you knew I knew about your lifestyle." Penelope said. "As to who.... All of us. That is; Denise, Cindy, Andrea and I." Betty replied. "Really? You can do that?" Penelope asked, surprised, but a bit disappointed somehow. "Ever hear of a place called Aruba?" Betty asked. "Yes, a lovely place in the Caribbean. I've been there." Penelope said. "Well... they just had one of their laws overturned by their high court. So until their legislature meets, it's anything goes for their marriage laws. Same sex, polygamy, polyandry, you name it. If we're fast enough we can all get hitched." Betty said. "And you wish to, I take it?" Penelope asked, a bit sad. "Oh yes. More than anything." Betty said, looking between her brides to be. "Well, I wish you the best then." Penelope said, taking a swig of wine. Something in the way she said it caught Betty's attention. She turned to face Penelope. "Something wrong?" Betty asked. "No... It just seems I'm a little late for you." Penelope said, looking at her wine. "Whatever are you talking about?" Betty said. "Well.... You're engaged to be married... to three lovely women. That sort of lets me out." Penelope said. Betty looked at her a moment, then moved and kissed her full on the lips. Penelope felt a jolt pass through her body, only half from shock. She was quivering inside and she swayed on her feet when Betty pulled back. Betty steadied her. "If there is one thing that I have learned in the past year, it's that you can have more than one special someone in your life and heart *at the same time*. This does *not* preclude *you* from either my heart or my life. It only secures something that is very important to me besides you." Betty said, softly. Penelope looked at her a moment. Her face showing half-shock, half- hope and a lot of confusion. "Dance with me." Betty asked. Penelope was helpless to resist when Betty removed her wine glass from her hand and set it aside with hers. She felt self-conscious about dancing with a woman, but she looked around and found that her and Betty were the only ones not dancing. Cindy and Andrea were dancing as well as Denise and Jenny. She succumbed to the moment as Betty enfolded her in her arms and began to move against her. The song ended at that moment, but Betty held her to her. Then the familiar strains of *Willow Weep for Me* started to play on the CD player and Penelope was lost to the moment again as she felt Betty's warm body against hers. "Seems to be working out well between Betty and Penelope." Jenny observed quietly into Denise's ear. "Mm hmm." Denise said, softly kissing her on the neck. Jenny almost melted inside, she sighed and snuggled to Denise's body as they moved. "I will always love this song." Andrea said to Cindy as they danced. "Yes, the one we first danced to. And I will always love you." Cindy replied, quivering against her love. "I will always love you too...... Now it's a first for Betty and Penelope." Andrea said. "Are you worried about that?" Cindy asked. "Not really. I'm happy for her." Andrea said. "But?" Cindy asked. "No buts. I don't feel she's any more of a threat to us than Jenny was." Andrea replied. "You know that Jenny *did* make Betty feel a bit insecure." Cindy reminded her. "Um hm... But now we know better. Do you feel threatened by.... what happened with my folks?" Andrea asked. "Nope.... A bit envious if anything." Cindy said. Andrea pulled back and looked at her friend. "Thinking of trying the same thing?" she asked. "Maybe... But at the moment I'm thinking of Aruba." Cindy said, pulling Andrea back to her. Andrea snuggled to her as they swayed to the music. Their cheeks pressed together. Somehow their lips met and they kissed for the remainder of the song. Penelope quivered in Betty's arms. Betty wasn't much steadier. Years of pent up attraction seemed to come to mind for both women as they swayed together to the music. Both blatantly aware of every square inch of body contact between them. The feel of their soft skin under fine clothing. "You look very lovely tonight. I'm glad you came." Betty said, softly. "I'm glad I did too. I wasn't going to, but you threatened to come looking for me." Penelope chuckled, trying to release some of what she felt inside. "We would have too. But why didn't you want to come?" Betty asked. "I don't know.... I didn't really think I'd be welcome." Penelope said. "What on earth gave you that idea?" Betty asked, shocked. "When I saw you with Denise on thanksgiving." Penelope replied, quivering against her. "What about it?" Betty asked. "Well... You fit so well together. God, it's like you were made for each other. I suddenly found myself .... well, jealous. But I could see how happy you were. I didn't want to interfere with that." Penelope said. "You never felt that way about me before." Betty said. "You never looked like that to me before that night. Nobody ever did. It was like I saw you for the first time. And then all those years we were around each other suddenly came back to me. God, it was like.... suddenly finding what you wanted and having it taken away at the same moment." Penelope said, tears in her eyes. "I've wanted you for years. But I didn't realize it myself. I didn't even realize it till after that party. Jenny came back and stayed with us for a few days. After the party... Her and Denise were talking about how much .... I was attracted to you. I didn't know what they were talking about. Then Denise had me close my eyes. She talked and had me visualize about me seeing you across the room, here. About moving to you and dancing with you like we are now. That was only part of what I visualized. The whole time she was talking I was remembering all the times we spent together. And then she had me visualize us kissing as we danced..... " Betty said, trailing off as tears filled her eyes. "What happened?" Penelope asked, feeling Betty quiver against her. "This." Betty replied. Penelope once again felt Betty's lips upon hers. Only this time it was different. This time she welcomed it. Her lips parted to accept Betty's warm tongue. Her own swirled around it hungrily. Then suddenly Betty's body convulsed against her and she moaned softly through the kiss. Realizing what had just happened to Betty, Penelope felt her own internal state flaring. A moment or two later her own body convulsed as she joined her in a mild orgasm. Her moan escaped her lips and she was suddenly kissing Betty back with all her being. Part of her mind registered other moans from around the room. Time ceased to exist as she abandon herself to Betty's touch and mouth. "My, such passion. I get the feeling that it's going to be a *very* passionate evening." Denise's voice quivered at the end of the song. "I'll say! What was that? *Six* orgasms on the first song?" Andrea chuckled. "That's what I counted." Cindy said, shakily. "I don't know. I was sort of distracted by my own." Jenny said, huskily. Penelope seemed to notice the rest of the world again. She found herself being supported by Betty's tender arms. "Is this a common occurrence around here?" she managed to ask, self- consciously. "Orgasms? Fairly common I would say, but not usually all at once, spontaneously like that." Betty replied. "It may be that song. It had the same effect upon me on my first dance with Denise." Jenny offered. "It's.... *unusual* to encounter such openness about... such *personal* things." Penelope observed, uncomfortably. "Perhaps that's because you've been hanging around with your *boy- toys*." Betty teased. "Well it's certain none of them ever affected me the way you just did." Penelope mused. A faster swing song started and Betty laughed and moved to start *jitter- bugging* with Penelope. The awkwardness of the moment before were forgotten as Penelope laughed and joined her. The girls watched in awe as Betty and Penelope were really good at it. Cindy watched closely, trying to get the steps down. Jenny kissed Denise on the cheek and then moved to Cindy to help her. Denise and Andrea sat back and watched. Jenny was pretty good herself. Cindy had it down by the end of the song. They were all breathless by that time, collapsing, laughing, against their partners. This turned into further passion as they caught their breath. Once again Penelope found herself kissing Betty, but she felt more comfortable with it this time. She returned it hungrily. Cindy was just as hungrily returning Jenny's busses. "Okay, more dancing later. You can share your kisses over this wonderful food I've been dreaming of all day. Let's get it while it's still warm." Denise suggested. "You promised me a pizza." Cindy said, moving to the table. "If I thought that was a serious complaint, I'd be seriously worried about you. You'll just have to settle for prawns and calimari." Denise chuckled. "I guess that will do.." Cindy said, moving against her. She kissed Denise tenderly and hugged her tightly. "Thank you." she said, finally. "You are quite welcome, my love. Now grab a plate and fill it up." Denise chuckled. "Count me in, I'm starved." Andrea said, moving in with her own plate. Betty and Penelope moved to the table. Penelope seemed a bit uncomfortable again. But it faded quickly as Betty moved to kiss Denise before she grabbed her own plate. Jenny looked on thoughtfully as she waited to fill her own plate. Denise filled her plate last, as she was hustling around making certain all the others got theirs. She refilled all the wine glasses and only settled down with her own plate when there was nothing else left to do. Andrea and Cindy were sitting together, sharing bites of prawns in kisses. Cindy looked up at Denise as she finally sat down, grinning at them. "You said we could share our kisses over bites of food." Cindy teased. "No complaints from me, love. I'm just happy to see you are having a good time." Denise said, taking a bite of a large prawn. "Yes, I am. It's a wonderful party." Cindy bubbled. She was distracted a moment later by Andrea's lips sporting a large piece of shrimp. "That looks fun. Care to try it?" Jenny asked, placing a nubbin of fried Calimari in her lips and leaning towards Denise. Denise smiled and leaned to accept the offer. On the other side of the table, Betty and Penelope were similarly feeding each other. Somehow they got through the meal. Penelope loosened up a bit, being surrounded by similar actions by others who obviously weren't the slightest bit self-conscious about such things. Denise opened a second bottle of wine and refreshed everybody's glass. "This is a marvelous wine you picked Betty." she said, savoring the bouquet over her own glass. "Not me. Andrea picked this one out." Betty said. "Did she now. My compliments on an excellent choice." Jenny said, toasting to Andrea. "Yes... I'm very pleased with both girls. They've shown an amazing degree of sophistication and maturity." Denise said, raising her glass to the two of them. "They are both lovely and adorable. I'm quite flabbergasted that they are only sixteen." Penelope said, raising her glass to them. "Fifteen in Andrea's case. Her birthday is in March." Betty said. "Close enough. So just how the hell did you all get together?" Penelope asked. "Gosh, that's a story." Jenny chuckled, awkwardly. "Let's see.... I abused Cindy, Denise clipped my wings and humiliated me in front of the whole class by making me try to climb a rope when I didn't know how. She went to the top like there was nothing to it. Betty came in and saw her hanging from a thirty-five foot ceiling and fell for her like a ton of bricks. Cindy tried to off herself from my abuse and most gratefully wasn't successful. She spent a week with Denise at her mothers request. I pledged my undying servitude to Denise at the end of the week and Denise turned me back into a human being. In the process, she sent me to Betty who taught me the difference between love and lust. Later that night, Denise gave me back Cindy's heart and we danced our first dance to the song you and Betty danced your first dance to. I was over trusting toward a wicked witch who threatened to ruin my world, but Denise and Betty came to my rescue once more and metaphorically dropped a house on her. In the meantime, monkeys wearing uniforms threatened us, but Denise bugged the cops with her wizardry. Together her and Betty threatened the wicked witch with exposure and hard evidence, successfully thwarting her evil scheme as well as a bucket of water. Jenny came along early in the play, having worked her magic spell on Denise some years ago when she had to deal with the effects of a different wicked witch. In the process of all this, we all fell in love, for real. Both our parents learned the whole truth about us and amazingly gave their blessings to our union. Betty's mother found a spot where we can all cement it and today we all got our passports so we can go there. I think that about sums it up." Andrea said. "Pretty close, except we get to live happily ever after in the house we are all building." Cindy added, leaning to kiss Andrea. Penelope kind of shook her head over the story. "There's a bit more to it, but that covers a lot of it." Betty chuckled. "All this really happened?" Penelope asked. "Pretty much." Denise chuckled. "Speaking of this house you are all building, I've *got* so see what you've done." Jenny said, getting to her feet. "Of course. Forgive me, I promised both you and Penelope a tour earlier." Betty said, getting to her feet. "We'll all go. I've been dying to show it off. The girls have been working their cute little tails off on it." Denise said, getting to her feet. "You were both working just as hard as we were." Cindy said, getting up. "I'll say." Andrea said, following her. "Bring your wine." Denise directed. The shortest part of the tour, was the deck area, as it was cold out there. But Betty did walk them over to where the outdoor kitchen would be and showed Jenny and Penelope the garden court and pointed out the rolling roof. They gratefully stepped inside the warm extension. Denise moved ahead, turning on lights. Jenny walked about with her mouth open. Penelope was most impressed with the construction. "You did all this yourselves?" she asked. "Pretty much. The contractors did the deck, and the outside shell. We also had contractors do the heating and plumbing, but we did all the rest. Denise and Cindy did the wiring." Betty said, proudly. "Not only did they do it themselves, but two weeks ago this was an empty shell." Jenny said, aghast at what had been done. "You're kidding!" Penelope said. "Nope. I was here the same day I met you and there was nothing here but a shell. I can't believe it myself." Jenny said, looking around. "As I said, the girls worked their tails off the past two weeks." Denise said, beaming at them. "We all did." Andrea said, snuggling to Cindy's side. "Yes, we would all be dead without Betty's hot tub." Cindy chuckled. "That's the truth." Denise chuckled. Betty continued the tour. Walking them through each room and describing it's use. Penelope flipped over the large master bath and bedroom. Betty showed her each of their private rooms and named them. When they got to the apartment, Penelope suddenly turned to her and asked: "Who's Bobby?" "Ah, the plot thickens." Jenny chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Andrea's brother. He's going to be living here with us. He's kind of my bo." Betty said. "Your bo!?" Penelope asked, looking around at the faces surrounding her. "Yes, it's kind of complicated." Betty said. "To say the least." Jenny chuckled, leaning against Denise. "Bobby is Betty's *boyfriend*. She met him through Andrea. He was a POW in Viet Nam and had a very hard time of it. Betty's been working very hard to try to pull him out of his shell. She runs with him every day. We don't know if he's going to be a permanent part of our lives, but he might be." Denise said, digging Jenny playfully in her ribs to silence her. "They've all been working hard to pull him out of his shell. They've all been wonderful. Jenny as well." Andrea said, distantly. Penelope let it go for the moment, but sensed there was much more to it. Betty guided them all back into the house and continued the tour of the inside for Penelope. "Well, I *am* impressed." Penelope commented. "So am I. *Very* impressed." Jenny said. "Can we dance some more?" Cindy asked. "Yes, you certainly may. In fact I think that's a great idea. Perhaps Jenny will give me a hand in the kitchen for a moment? And could I possibly talk you and Andrea into making a pot of coffee first, knowing how much you seem to enjoy it?" Denise asked. "Deal!" Cindy said, taking Andrea by the hand and leading her toward the kitchen. Penelope looked after them, bewildered. When they ground the beans though, she understood and chuckled over it. Betty came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her. "Such a simple but rewarding pleasure, making coffee." she noted. Penelope leaned back against her and placed her hands over hers. Closing her eyes over a similar simple pleasure; the feel of Betty's body against her. "So what do you need?" Jenny asked, doing the same to Denise. "A hand with the birthday cake, after they vacate the kitchen." Denise whispered back . "Oh." Jenny said, placing her lips on Denise's neck and nibbling at it softly. The girls got the coffee started and headed for the stereo. Denise and Jenny moved to the kitchen and using their bodies as a shield, started putting candles on the lovely, decorated cheesecake. "An interesting idea; cheesecake." Jenny murmured. "Yes, I thought so when the owner of the Deli suggested it." Denise said, placing another candle. Just then the gate buzzer sounded. Betty and Penelope parted with a knowing look. "I wonder who that could be?" Betty said, moving to the intercom. Denise and Jenny looked at her in mild concern. They couldn't quite hear the exchange between Betty and the person at the gate, but Betty punched the opener and slowly turned to the others. "The police." she said. Everybody stopped and looked at her in alarm. "What do they want now?" Denise asked. "Cindy, apparently." Betty replied. "Cindy?" Denise asked, surprised. "Me?" Cindy asked, just as shocked. "I don't know why, I guess we'll have to see." Betty said, turning to answer the knock on the door. Everybody gathered around as Betty admitted two women in their mid twenties. One wore a uniform, the other a well tailored woman's business outfit. They were both quite lovely, but that wasn't on any body's mind at the moment... or so it seemed. "What's this about?" Betty asked. "Is there a Cindy Crowther here?" the one in uniform asked. "Yes, I'm Cindy." she admitted, stepping forward. "Miss Crowther, I have a warrant for your arrest." the officer said, taking her by the arm and pulling out her handcuffs. "Arrest? On what charge?" Denise asked, suddenly pushing her way forward. "We'll get to that in a moment. Who are you?" the officer asked, snapping the cuffs on a very worried Cindy. "I'm Denise Alvey, Cindy's temporary guardian while her folks are out of town. What's this all about?" Denise asked. "Do you have any proof of that ma'am?" the officer asked. "Yes." Denise said, moving to her purse. She removed her authorization along with her identification and handed it over to the officer. Cindy was almost in tears. The officer examined the materials and then handed them to the other woman, who also carefully examined them. Finally she handed them back. "They seem to be in order." the officer said. "Yes, they are. Now what's this about?" Denise demanded. "We will explain all that in a moment. Perhaps if we could sit Cindy in a chair." the officer said, moving her toward the dining area. She turned a chair toward the living room and sat Cindy down in it. Her hands behind the back. Then she looked around. "Six wine glasses. I see visual evidence of contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Two minors it would appear." the officer said. "Betty, get Frank on the phone, *now*." Denise said, suddenly very concerned herself. "I'm unconcerned with that at the moment. Since you are the girls temporary guardian, perhaps if I could have a word with you in private we could clear up some things." the other woman offered. Denise nodded, her and Betty led the woman into the gym area. "Now, what's this about?" Denise demanded. "Easy, love. It's a joke." Betty said. "A JOKE!" Denise asked. "Shhh! Cindy will hear you. These two women are actresses. This was Penelope's idea. If you will just go along with it for now, then I think we have some interesting entertainment in store for us." Betty said, trying to calm her bride to be. Denise looked dubiously at the woman, who met her gaze and nodded, smiling, she carried a large black bag draped over her shoulder. "Alright. But right now Cindy's near panic. That better change quick." Denise said. "Oh, I promise you she won't be harmed." the woman said. "Alright, what's the scam?" Denise asked. "I'm posing as a psychologist. I'm to assess Cindy for symptoms of immoral behavior. I will do so by subjecting her to certain... tests. Which I think you will find entertaining." the woman said, smiling at her aluringly. "A psychologist? God, I'd better get Jenny in here and brief her too. She's a real psychologist and a good one." Denise said. She stepped to the door and called Jenny in. A few moments latter she was briefed on the act. "Should be interesting to see how others picture us." she mused as they headed back to the others. Denise wore a grim look as they returned. In truth it wasn't much of an act. She was concerned over Cindy, who looked to her for protection. The officer was standing stiffly next to her, refusing to say anything to her or Penelope until the others returned. "I think we can continue." the woman with Denise and the others said. The officer turned to Cindy, now on the verge of tears in the chair. "Cindy Crowther. Charges have been made that you have been involved in illegal and immoral acts. My name is officer Taylor. This is Ms. Heather Williams. She's a psychologist who will question you and make some tests to determine the facts of the matter." the officer said. Cindy looked to Denise in alarm. Mostly she feared what would happen to the older women, as she was a minor and Denise had well versed her on what the law could do. "Don't worry, love. It think it will be alright. Just answer their questions for them." Denise said. "Love? An interesting choice of words." the officer said. "A term of endearment, as she is very dear to me. Make of it what you will. As you know different words have different meanings to different people." Denise replied, easily. "Candice, I think I can handle it from here. If you could remove the cuffs for a moment, then I'll get her ready for the tests." Heather offered. "Are you sure that's wise? She *is* under arrest." Candice asked. "Oh, she doesn't seem like a hardened criminal to me. I think we'll be alright without the cuffs for a while." Heather said, smiling at Cindy. Candice shrugged and moved behind Cindy to remove her handcuffs. Cindy rubbed her wrists as her arms were freed. "Now I need to place certain sensors which will measure your physiological responses to my questions. Perhaps we should do this in private. Denise, as you are her guardian, perhaps you'd better accompany us to the bathroom." Heather said. "Bathroom?" Cindy asked, bewildered. "For privacy. The probes are placed in rather personal places." Heather said. Cindy looked to Denise, who shrugged and nodded to her. Cindy felt herself emboldened by Denise's attitude. She got to her feet and accompanied Denise and Heather to the bathroom. Once gone, Betty turned to Andrea, who was also quite concerned. "Don't worry, love. It's an act. Nothing's going to happen to Cindy. She's not really under arrest." she said quietly. "An act? I don't understand." Andrea said, turning to her. "This woman isn't really a cop. The other isn't really a psychologist. Cindy isn't really under arrest. These are acquaintances of Penelope's. They do this act for private parties." Betty said, quietly. Andrea looked between her and Penelope, who nodded, and the officer, who also smiled and nodded. "Okay.... But I don't see the entertainment value of it yet." Andrea said, also quite concerned over Cindy's well being. "I can assure you, you will." Candice said. "As can I, having seen the show before, many times." Penelope said, smirking. Betty looked at her a moment. "You seem to have aspects I was unaware of previously." she said. "Dear heart, when I thought I'd lost you... I sort of went crazy for a bit. But perhaps that's why I suddenly noticed you in a different light at the thanksgiving party. Last year.... Well, I met Heather and Candice here. They put on a show at a party I was at. We've sort of been..... *together* ever since then." Penelope said, enjoying Betty's shocked reaction. --------------------- In the bathroom, Heather took a black box out of her bag. She also withdrew several small objects with wires attached. One looked like a small egg. One about like a cow magnet; about half an inch in diameter and three inches long. Both were made of smooth white plastic. Each had a wire leading out from the end. She moved to the sink and carefully washed the items with hot soapy water. Cindy watched, becoming somewhat alarmed over where she thought they might go. "Now, Cindy. These sensors will measure your physiologic response to certain stimuli. This is placed inside your vagina. The other is placed in your rectum. If you use this tube of lubricant, then they shouldn't cause you any discomfort." Heather said, handing over the items and the lubricant. Cindy took them and looked to Denise. "Wouldn't this actually violate a persons fifth amendment rights. In a way forcing them to testify against themselves with their autonomic responses?" Denise asked. "You seem very well informed about the law, but as I'm certain you know, full constitutional rights do not extend to everybody, specifically minors or even to adults who have been convicted of a felony. In this case, the precedence comes from a 1979 supreme court ruling on the case of State of Iowa vs. Cunningham. They ruled that the state had a pro tem role in the welfare of a minor and as such had the right to make certain informative tests to help them fulfill that role." Heather said, smoothly. Denise had to admire her poise. But was quite certain there was no such ruling. She hid her smirk and nodded to Cindy. "I'll just turn my back to give her some privacy. If you would care to assist her." Heather said, turning away. Denise moved to Cindy. "It will be okay, love. I'm sure. Do you need my help?" Denise asked, reassuringly. "No... if it's really okay?" Cindy asked. "Yes, it's really okay. We've done nothing wrong. Just do as she asks." Denise said. Cindy shrugged. She pulled down her tight pants and then her panties. She was hardly self-conscious of Denise's presence, as she had well examined both areas *very* closely many times. She smeared a small amount of lubricant on the egg first. For ease of insertion, she sat on the toilet. The egg slipped easily inside her. In truth it wasn't unpleasant. Then she inserted the rectal probe. It was a bit more uncomfortable, but not overly so. She wiped the area with some tissue before standing once more. Two wires trailed out of her. She pulled up her panties, guiding the wires out the front. "Do you need to verify placement?" Denise asked Heather. "No, in those pants, she could hardly hide them elsewhere." Heather chuckled to the door. Cindy found herself chuckling too as she pulled up her new spandex *jeans*. "You're right about that." Cindy said. "I quite like those pants. I've not seen any like them before. Where might I obtain some?" Heather asked, not looking at them. "If we part on friendly terms, then I will give you the address." Denise said. "As you wish. Finished?" Heather asked, not turning around. "Yes, you can turn around now." Cindy replied. Heather turned back. Now she took a cuff with another wire running from it and wrapped it around Cindy's arm. Then she hung a black box from Cindy's waistband and plugged the tree probes into it. She flipped a switch and a small green light came on. "Fine, it all seems to be in order. Shall we join the others?" Heather asked, exiting the room. Cindy walked self-consciously back into the dinning room. Heather motioned her back into the chair. Andrea and Penelope looked on in apparent concern. "Now, if you don't mind, we've found it best to immobilize the subject during these tests. So if you would put the handcuffs back on, loosely, then we can begin." Heather said, motioning to Candice. Denise nodded to Cindy, thinking she saw where this all was leading. The probes were not *sensors* at all. The cuff on the arm did nothing. The other two had a different purpose. Cindy *might* just enjoy the *questioning* if her suspicions were correct. Cindy put her hands behind her again and the officer gently snapped the cuffs back on her. She didn't like it much. Having her arms pulled back caused her breasts to strain against the fabric of her blouse. The insertions had caused her nipples to become erect and they poked out through her thin satin bra and through the material of the blouse. Everyone could see her *headlights* were on high beam. Heather took a small black module from her case and also a clipboard, which she handed to Candice. She took out a small black notebook and faced Cindy. "Alright, lets get started. Just for the record, please state your name." Heather said. "Cindy Ann Crowther." Cindy responded. "Fine, and today you are sixteen years old?" Heather asked. "Yes, obviously." Cindy chuckled. "Do try to be serious." Heather chided, but hiding her smirk. "Yes." Cindy answered solemnly. "Thank you. And would you say you were a normal sixteen year old girl?" Heather asked. "Depends on how you define normal." Cindy replied. "According to how *you* would define it then?" Heather asked. "No, not in comparison to the majority of girls my age." Cindy replied. "How would you define the difference?" Heather asked. "I am probably more mature. More sure about my direction in life. What I want and what I expect of the world. My goals are set and clear. My path to achieve them is laid out." Cindy responded. Heather raised her eyebrows over this response. "Really, that's quite admirable. And what are your goals?" Heather asked. "To graduate college in a technology discipline. To marry. To live a good life and mind my own business." Cindy replied. "I see. You mentioned marriage. Do you plan to have children?" Heather asked. "No. I do not expect to." Cindy replied. "I see. Is that because of your chosen lifestyle?" Heather asked. "I'm sorry?" Cindy asked, trying to avoid the question. "Your chosen lifestyle. Would it preclude you from having children?" Heather asked. Cindy thought about the exact wording of the question a moment. "No. My chosen lifestyle would not preclude me from that act. It is a matter of personal choice." she replied. "I see." Heather said, looking at the black box in her hand. She touched a button on it. Suddenly Cindy had a sharp intake of breath, half-giggled and squirmed a bit in her seat a bit. The probes inside her had suddenly come to life and sort of vibrated. The one in her vagina was lodged roughly against her G-spot. The effect was not lost on her. "Something wrong?" Heather asked, innocently. "No, one of your probes just tickled me." Cindy replied. "I see. Yes, I've heard they do that from time to time. Now we were talking about your lifestyle....... You like girls." Heather stated. "Of course. I like most all people." Cindy replied, taking the statement literally. Inside her the probe buzzed her again. Candice seemed to be nonchalantly recording her answers as she replied. Seeming not to notice anything else. "I mean you specifically like girls." Heather said. "Specifically, when you are referring to girls, yes, I like them." Cindy replied. "You aren't making this easy. Do you like them more than boys?" Heather asked. "At times. {meaning most}" Cindy said. Heather studied her a moment. Inside her the probe buzzed Cindy's G- spot again for a moment. "I can see that you are very intelligent and crafty about avoiding questions. So I will have to resort to other methods. Let's talk about relationships. Are you close to your family?" Heather asked. "Yes." "And your friends?" "Yes." "Are you in love?" "Yes." "You have a significant other?" "Yes." "You love them?" "Very much so." "It is them that you intend to marry?" "Yes." "When?" "As soon as it is logistically possible." Cindy replied. "I see. *Logistically* is a pretty big word for a person your age. You know it's meaning?" Heather asked. "Yes." Cindy replied, easily. She was finding it difficult to concentrate on the questions. Inside her the probe seemed to be buzzing her at random intervals. She found herself becoming quite aroused by it. "Yes... I bet you really do. You're quite a remarkable young lady. I can see that I am not going to determine what I am trying to verbally. So lets move on. Candice, please if you will assist me?" Heather said. "Of course." Candice said, handing the clipboard to Betty. She moved beside Heather and stood at parade rest with her hands behind her and her feet set apart. "Now, Cindy. Do you think officer Taylor is attractive?" Heather asked. Inside her the probe buzzed and Cindy kind of gulped, but forced herself to look at her. In fact, officer Taylor was *very* attractive. Heather even more so to her. "Yes. Looking at her I would say she was an attractive woman." Cindy replied, shakily as the probe inside her had prolonged it's buzzing fit. "More specifically, is she attractive to *you*?" Heather asked. "I said she was attractive. I have no other gauge then my own judgment, so I already answered that." Cindy replied. Heather sighed a bit. She moved behind officer Taylor and removed her hat. Under it the woman's hair was pinned up. Heather moved to unpin the hair and let it fall over her shoulders. She had gorgeous blonde hair, not unlike Denise's, but much longer. Heather straightened it and it fell almost to her waist in front. The others in the room were beginning to enjoy the show. Cindy's fear seemed to have melted away. Since they knew she was in no real danger they began to enjoy her discomfort. Denise sat on the table, right next to Cindy. She would swing her foot out from time to time to let Cindy know she was there. Cindy did find it reassuring, but now her eyes were distracted by the lovely blonde tresses of officer Taylor. "Take another good look. Candice, turn toward me. Let her examine your profile." Heather said. Officer Taylor turned in an almost military fashion. Moving her feet together and then pivoting, then separating them again. She kept her eyes level before her. Cindy became a bit uncomfortable seeing officer Taylor's profile. She was very nicely shaped. Her breasts medium large. Probably a C-cup. She was thin through the middle and the line of her posterior was quite pleasing. Inside her, the probe seemed to be buzzing more often and for longer durations. Cindy wasn't sure it wasn't really responding to her internal state. Heather looked at the black box in her hand and raised an eyebrow at it. She sort of nodded and then turned to officer Taylor. "Since we are all women here, I see no harm in a thorough test. I understand two of you older ladies are gym coaches, so I'm certain you are well familiar with the female form." Heather said, looking toward Betty and Denise. They just nodded at her. Denise sort of smiled back at her as Cindy couldn't see her response. Heather turned to officer Taylor again and to Cindy's surprise asked her to remove her tie and shirt. Officer Taylor didn't bat an eye as she mechanically removed her tie and unbuttoned her shirt. Unbuttoning the sleeves, she let it fall down on her shoulders. Cindy kind of gulped as the probe inside her increased it's buzzing. She felt her face flush a bit and she squirmed in her seat a bit. Because her arms were pinned back, this only aggravated the erect nature of her nipples as the material rubbed against them. Officer Taylor removed her blouse totally and held it out. Heather took it and dropped it on the arm of a chair Andrea was sitting in. "If you would please face Cindy again, Candice." Heather requested. Candice again made a sharp, mechanical turn. Only this time Cindy found herself looking at the dark circles of her nipples through a sheer satin bra. She kind of gulped to herself and the probe inside her went off again. She was sure she was giving her whole demeanor away. She feared it's repercussions on Denise and Betty. "Now, Cindy. Do you find this attractive? Or do you find it offensive?" Heather asked. "I find it in no way offensive. I have no objection to human bodies, covered or uncovered." Cindy replied, shakily. "But do you find it attractive?" Heather persisted. "I think most people would find it so, yes." Cindy said. "I see, evasive again. Officer Taylor, please remove your trousers." Heather said. Officer Taylor didn't bat an eye again. She moved her feet together and then slipped out of her shoes. She unfastened her belt and unzipped the pants. Then she Bent and pushed them down. Lifting a leg to slide her leg out of the pant, then did the same with the other one. When she stood again, Cindy was greeted with a matching pair of sheer satin panties that clearly showed the blonde triangle of pubic hair beneath it. At the apex, a little bump nestled in a rounded *W* form defined her clitoris. Inside Cindy, the probe buzzed erratically as officer Taylor handed over her trousers to Heather, complete with her gun belt. Heather set the trousers on the shirt, and then returned the gun belt to officer Taylor, who refastened it on her hips. Returning to her parade rest stance before Cindy. "Now, Cindy. Do you find this attractive?" Heather asked. "As I said before, I do not find the human body offensive. Either clothed or unclothed." Cindy said, but with less resolve. "I see." Heather said, looking at the black box, seeming perplexed, "Perhaps officer Taylor is not exactly your type." With that, she moved before Cindy and removed her blazer. Beneath was a silk blouse that clung to her lithe form. Then she unpinned her own hair, which had been pinned up in a manner much like Candice's. Now she let it down and Cindy found it was as long as the other woman's. It cascaded over her breasts and shoulders in a splay. Heather looked her right in the eye and began to unbutton her blouse. Cindy fought not to gulp. Elsewhere in the room the show was beginning to affect the other women. The room took on a sort of sexual tension that was pervasive and heavy. The women's rate of respiration increased and they felt flushed. Not the least of these was Penelope, who leaned back on the table next to Denise and motioned Betty over to her. Betty moved slowly to her and as Penelope moved to sit on the table next to Denise, Betty moved between her legs to lean back against her. Penelope wrapped her arms around her middle and softly kissed her on the neck. Cindy was oblivious to this as her eyes were glued to Heather as she removed her blouse. She discounted the idea that Heather was controlling the buzz inside her when she set the box down a moment and the random buzzing continued. Heather looked Cindy square in the eyes as she removed her blouse. Beneath she wore a lacy bra that did nothing to hide the dark circle of her nipples. Cindy could see that these were large and erect, like her own. Heather continued her disrobing. She slipped off her shoes and then unzipped her skirt. She stepped out of it to reveal a thin half slip. She set her skirt on her blouse and then stepped out of her slip as well. This revealed sheer and thin, lacy bikini panties and a matching garter belt holding up her stockings. Setting the slip aside, she redonned her shoes. Cindy couldn't help but gulp as she did a slow circle in front of her. "Perhaps you find this more attractive?" Heather asked. "I find none of it *unattractive*." Cindy responded, feeling quite flushed. Heather picked up the small black box and examined it. In the process she bent over in front of Cindy, giving her a fine view of her posterior, which was borderline perfect. Heather examined the box closely. Cindy merely waited. "I see. Well, this seems normal enough. Perhaps it is the interaction between people you will find to have more of an effect. Officer Taylor, please face me." Heather said. Once again, officer Taylor made a smart mechanical turn. Her hands remaining clasped behind her back. Heather moved to her and to Cindy's amazement reached up and unfastened the center closure on her bra. She parted it and pushed it back over Candice's shoulders. Candice unclasped her hands long enough to catch and remove the bra and hand it over. Then she was back to parade rest as if she was still wearing her full uniform and not just a pair of thin, sheer panties, her gun belt and white Bobby socks. "Face her again please." Heather said softly. Candice snapped back to a position facing Cindy. Her hair almost hid her lovely breasts. Heather seemed to be studying the black box. Inside her, the buzzing increased in magnitude and Cindy felt herself swooning a bit from the feeling. Jenny was not unaffected by the now scantily clad bodies before her. She went to sip at her wine and found it empty. She moved to pour some more into her glass, refreshing the glasses of the women at the table she slid into a position between Denise's legs like Betty was next to her with Penelope. Denise wrapped her arms around Jenny's middle and Jenny leaned happily back against her. "Well, that changed the readings a bit, but not out of line. If you would please, Candice." Heather said, stepping before her. Candice almost mechanically reached forward to unfasten Heather's bra strap from the rear. As it pulled away, Heather slowly lowered it before Cindy, now just a short distance away. Cindy did her best to watch dispassionately. But she was beginning to suspect this wasn't what it was portrayed as. She squirmed in her seat a bit over the thought that occurred to her. Heather seemed to look up from the black box and smile at her. "Ah, that got a response. Seems I *am* more your type." she said, setting her bra on her other clothes. "Just exactly what are you trying to determine?" Cindy asked. "Your autonomic responses to the female form and your physiological response to atypical interaction." Heather said, not looking at her. "I see, I think." Cindy said, fully understanding the meaningless jargon that Heather was using. It simply helped confirm her growing suspicions. "And why don't you just ask me if I am a lesbian?" she asked. Heather sort of smiled at her and locked eyes with her a moment. Cindy felt herself flush over the encounter. Heather had lovely blue eyes which she seemed to know how to use quite effectively. "That is something that I will determine scientifically. Although we don't generally use that term." Heather said, looking back at the black box. "Why not. It's an honorable term. Do you know it's origin?" Cindy asked. "Not exactly, no." Heather replied, seemingly uninterested. In fact she was very interested. "It's derived from a Greek isle off of Turkey; the isle of Lesbos. Originally it referred to any resident of the island, and indeed may still be applied correctly in that manner. It took on it's modern connotation because around 630 BC there was a lyrical poetess by the name of Sappho who lived there. She wrote very beautiful poetry about women loving women. It was so good in fact, that her name became synonymous with the act. So much so that the isle of her birth became synonymous with the concept. It was applied by religious fanatics in later years as a slanderous stigma towards those who practiced that lifestyle. But the fact remains that it is known in modern times simply because of the fact that Sappho's poetry was so good that some of it still survives today. That fact makes the term an honorable title to those who would do honor a great woman by accepting it as a definition of their lifestyle." Cindy said. Heather fought the urge to beam at Cindy. Behind her, Denise had no such urge and did so freely. Even the stoical officer Taylor had the edge of a smile upon her lips. "Most interesting. You seem to know a lot about the subject. Lets see, could one of you perhaps bring me a chair?" Heather asked, looking up. Penelope moved to bring another kitchen chair to her. Heather accepted it with a nod of thanks. She positioned the chair before Cindy and then motioned officer Taylor to sit in it. She did so. Sitting sideways to Cindy's gaze. Showing her quite clearly the view of her lovely breasts. Heather moved to pull her hair back behind her so that her breasts were fully uncovered. Then she moved back around before Cindy and lifted her leg up and placed her foot between Candice's legs on the seat. "If you would please, remove my shoes and stockings?" Heather indicated. Candice lifted the foot and removed the shoe, then she placed it back between her legs as she bent to unfasten the garter and then slowly draw the stocking down the leg. Heather seemed intent upon the reading of the black box. Inside Cindy, the probe had begun a complex mode of slow and rapid buzzing. Now suddenly there was an alternate buzz in her rectum. Cindy fought the urge to giggle. The breath caught in her throat and she suppressed a slight moan of delight. She had basically figured out by then that officer Taylor was* not *a police officer, and that Heather was not a psychologist. But she *was* in fact most attractive. Both of them were. Cindy's gaze flickered to Andrea who's smile seemed to confirm her suspicions. Cindy vowed to herself to carry on with the charade as long as she could. Candice slid the stocking off the leg and Heather accepted it and then lifted her other leg for her to do. Candice dutifully complied with the implied request. Heather seemed to study the readings intently. Behind Cindy, Denise softly kissed Jenny on the neck and caressed her softly. Next to her, Penelope was doing the same with Betty. Betty was caressing Penelope's legs in response. In her seat off to the side, Andrea surreptitiously moved her legs to stimulate herself. She sipped at her wine, unconcerned over the apparent presence of a police officer. Candice completed her task and handed over the second stocking. Heather set them aside with her other clothes. While she was there, she slowly bent and removed the garter belt herself. She turned back toward Cindy and looked between her and the black box, once again in her hand. "That brought some interesting readings. Perhaps it is not clothing, but the interaction that most affects you. We shall see." Heather said, moving toward officer Taylor. Cindy watched with growing passion as Heather moved around the chair. She handed Candice the black box and she bent to study the readings herself as Heather reached around her from behind. She began to caress her shoulders softly. Then she bent and softly kissed her bare shoulder as her hands traced down her arms. They slid under the arms and then over her abdomen. Continuing their explorations, they moved up to lightly tease officer Taylor's breasts. They cupped them and Heather's thumbs teased the ends lightly. Officer Taylor raised her eyebrows and held the black box for Heather to look at. "Yes, I see. That certainly evoked a response. So it is tactile stimulation that she is inclined to." Heather said, looking at the box. Inside Cindy, the probes were randomly changing their modes of vibration. The cumulative effect upon Cindy was taking it's toll. Her breath was heavy in her chest. She found herself straining at the bonds of her cuffs. She squirmed almost endlessly in her chair. If anyone had examined her closely, they would have found a slight dampness gathering in the tightness of her crotch. Her eyes flicked to Andrea, who brazenly ran her hands over her breasts once as she was behind the two women. She stuck out her tongue and made a licking motion towards Heather's backside, which was now presented to her. Cindy didn't try to hide her smile as her eyes returned to Heather and officer Taylor. Heather moved around the chair and accepted the box from Candice as she moved to straddle her on the chair. She moved her body in close and rubbed her breasts against the other blonde. "Perhaps we should determine how oral stimulation affects the girl, Candice." Heather said, breathlessly. She moved her breasts before Candice's face and she leaned to place her lips over one of the large, puffy nipples. Then she pulled back just enough for Cindy to see that she was swirling her tongue over the nipple. "Oh my, that got a reading. From Cindy too." Heather said, breathlessly. Behind Cindy, Penelope softly caressed Betty's breasts through her blouse. Next to her, Denise was doing the same to Jenny. Heather looked over and watched them a moment, then closed her eyes a moment in abandon to the affect Candice's tongue was having upon her. "Perhaps it is the sight of others closer to her that would have a greater affect upon Cindy. If they were to move around where she can see them." Heather suggested. "I think we can do that." Denise said, moving to slide off the table. She moved hand in hand with Jenny over to the sofa where Cindy could see them. Betty guided Penelope to the other sofa and pulled her into her lap as she sat down. There was little question in Cindy's mind already over the situation, but it evaporated when she witnessed Denise and Jenny share a passionate kiss between them. She could just barely see Betty and Penelope doing the same on the other sofa. "I'm feeling a bit left out here." Andrea commented. "Oh my, what should we do about that? Any ideas Cindy?" Heather asked, locking her gaze hungrily upon the helpless girl. "*Lots* of them at this point! I think you might best be able to determine my responses directly instead of from that damn black box that's tickling my innards. That would free up officer Taylor to directly interrogate Andrea as a material witness. The thought of which I'm quite certain appeals to both of them." Cindy half gasped. "My, what a unique test subject you turned out to be. Is that agreeable with you two?" Heather asked Candice and Andrea. The two looked at each other and their eyes locked. They found themselves nodding vigorously. "One other thing. The key to these damn handcuffs!" Cindy gasped, just as her body erupted in convulsion from an orgasm. "Yes, I think we are quite through with them for the moment." Heather grinned, moving off Candice. She bent back and kissed her hungrily before they parted. Candice handed Heather her keys as she started toward Andrea, who welcomed her in her lap. Heather moved around Cindy and unfastened the handcuffs. Cindy instantly grabbed her and pulled her onto her lap. Their lips met and they kissed hungrily before Heather could even unfasten the other side of the handcuffs. While they were kissing, Cindy moved and snapped the other side around Heather's matching wrist. "My turn." Cindy gasped, just before she launched into another orgasm. "That's only fair and it suits me just fine. What a hot little one you turned out to be." Heather moaned as Cindy's hands traced her body, dragging her arm behind. "Mmm you stuff a vibrator up my pussy and ass and then put on a show like that, what did you expect?" Cindy managed to ask. "When did you figure it out?" Heather asked, caressing her face softly and kissing it tenderly. "When you told officer *Obi* over there to take off her shirt." Cindy chuckled. "That soon? But you didn't say a word!" Heather chuckled. "What, and spoil your show and my fun. That was the point wasn't it. My fun?" Cindy asked. "Yes, although Candice and I quite enjoy ourselves anyway." Heather said. "I'll bet. Uh, could you turn this damn thing off?" Cindy gasped as the probes had taken on a new mode that was quite disturbing to her insides. "Sure, for now." Heather said, just reaching over and unplugging the probes from the box on her belt. "Thank you. I don't really need the added stimulation. You're quite adequate for that." Cindy said, leaning to kiss one of Heather's lovely nipples. "Mmm I do believe the birthday girl is quite talented in her own right." Heather moaned softly. "That she is. And before this all becomes too much more advanced, I think it's time for a little break and some cake." Denise said, sliding Jenny off her lap after kissing her one last time. "I seem to be a slave to this girls whims." Heather said, holding up her handcuffed wrist. "You're in quite capable and safe hands.... depending on how you *define* safe." Denise chuckled. "It could be a bit chilly in here, judging from Heather's autonomic responses." Jenny chuckled. "Cindy could do that to a woman in the middle of August. But I think a little fire is in order anyway." Denise said, looking toward Andrea. Andrea and Candice hadn't parted. Candice sat straddling her lap with her knees to either side of her. She was bent over kissing Andrea passionately as Andrea cupped her ass with her hands inside her panties. "Andrea, when you come up for air would you be a dear and light the fire?" Denise asked. "Mmm glad to.... in a moment." Andrea murmured. "Looks like you're just going to have to keep that lady on your lap warm for a bit by other means, Cindy." Jenny teased. "Mmm not a problem." Cindy chuckled, using her hands to warm Heather's breasts. Jenny followed Denise into the kitchen to help her with the cake and coffee. "You might offer these officials a drink of wine if they'd like to catch up before we start on the coffee." Denise called to Cindy. "Mmm that's not a problem. Cindy's kisses are doing that just fine. But thank you. I would love a glass." Heather said. "Andrea's been graciously been sharing hers with me." Candice said, looking up finally. "Much to my great pleasure, but if you'd care to go get your own glass I can light the fire while you're at it." Andrea said, holding her there for another kiss just the same. "Mmm good idea. As long as I can come back." Candice said, sliding off her lap. "If you don't, I'll come looking." Andrea said, moving to light the fire. Betty and Penelope seemed to be oblivious to those around them. They were quite into kissing each other and exploring each other through their clothes. Andrea leaned over and planted a kiss on Betty's cheek, just to let her know she approved. She almost didn't get out of range in time as Betty grabbed at her. "You planned this... didn't you?" Betty said, looking Penelope in her eyes. "I could only hope. I did not know. Not at all." Penelope said, leaning back and snuggling against her. "But you had it in mind when you suggested this little show." Betty said. "Of course." Penelope said. Betty was quiet for a moment. "Mad at me?" Penelope asked, concerned. "Mad about you." Betty replied, softly kissing her cheek. "God.... I do love you so." Penelope said, hugging her tightly. "I love you too." Betty said, hugging back. "But how will it be..... I mean... you're getting married soon. Is this all we will have?" Penelope asked, insecurely. "You tell me." Betty said. "I don't understand." Penelope said. "I mean, apparently you've been seeing these two lovely creatures for almost a year now. Did that or does the preclude you from feeling what you do for me now?" Betty asked. "No, of course not. It's not like that between us." Penelope said. "Do you love them?" Betty asked. "God yes, who wouldn't. They're adorable." Penelope said. "So what makes you think it's any different between Denise, the girls and I?" Betty asked. "You're getting *married*." Penelope said. "Yes, because I have the opportunity to. But I am marrying my destiny to them, not my individuality. Getting married to them only cements a portion of my life that I wish to be permanent. It doesn't preclude me from loving others. In fact that's understood between us going into this. You see that Denise has Jenny, fact is that we all adore her. But Jenny's got a permanent male mate in her life. She's just got a liberty pass for the night from him. But I expect her to be a continuing aspect of Denise's life after we are married. I know she feels the same about you and me." Betty said. "You wish me to be a continuing aspect of your life?" Penelope asked. "Yes, very much so." Betty said, pulling Penelope's lips around to her own. Penelope certainly didn't struggle as they met. "So you've known Penelope for almost a year?" Jenny asked Candice as she handed her a glass of wine. "Thank you. A bit longer, actually. But we've been together for almost that long, off and on." Candice said, accepting the glass of wine and another for Heather who was still trapped on Cindy's lap. "Off and on?... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." Jenny said. "No, it's okay. Yes, off and on. She has others in her life, we have others in ours. It's never been possessive between us. Just like tonight. She's with Betty. If Andrea's invitation is sincere I'll be with her. It seems that Cindy has taken a shine to Heather. And from what I understand about you, you aren't a permanent part of this group, yet you are openly affectionate with Denise." Candice said. "No, I'm not.... a *regular* full time part of this group. But I hope to be a permanent part time part of it. I've had a solid relationship with a man since before I met Denise." Jenny replied. Candice kind of wrinkled her nose a bit. "Yes, Penelope quite likes men too. Her *Boy-toys* as she calls them. I like them okay, but I've never found one who affects me quite like women do. I might change my mind about that if I found one who was at least tolerant of my desires for women. How does yours handle that?" she asked. "Jake? God, badly at first... No, that's not true. Inwardly badly at first. Outwardly he was a dear. But my involvement with Denise and the others here had such a positive effect upon our love life that he's become quite enthusiastic about it. When I asked for permission to come tonight, he didn't hesitate in his accent." Jenny replied, a bit distantly. "They had that great of an effect upon your love life? God, I hope Andrea's invitation is sincere if they are *that* talented." Candice chuckled, taking a sip of wine. "I think you will find Andrea *quite* sincere in her invitations." Denise interjected, chuckling as she lit the candles. "And you have no concept of the talent you have stumbled into here. This lady here seduced me with a single kiss. And I knew exactly what she was doing at the time. I was powerless against her and I'm a behavioral psychologist." Jenny said, planting her lips on Denise's neck. "You invited me dear heart, and I *did* warn you." Denise chuckled. "Yes, my point exactly. I would have sworn I was a devout hetero-sexual. I was honestly professionally curious only about what technique you would use, not about it's result. God was I surprised." Jenny chuckled. "So what technique did she use?" Candice asked, intrigued. "Perhaps you will find out later. But for now the candles are melting." Denise said, "Cindy, get your cute little butt over here and breathe on our food before it melts." she called, carrying the flaming cheesecake to the table. "Coming love." Cindy said, sliding Heather off her lap. Heather happily tagged along, as she had no choice. Andrea, Penelope and Betty came over too. "Happy birthday first." Betty said. Cindy found herself embarrassed as they all sang happy birthday to her. Then she blew out the cake with one breath. Little good it did her as they were re-lighting candles. Moments later the cake was aflame again. Cindy moaned and blew it out again. Again it re-lit. She moaned again, getting the idea. "Okay, how do we put this thing out?" she asked. "Like this." Denise chuckled, putting a piece of aluminum foil over it and leaving it til the candles cooled enough not to relight. "Seems to be a night for tricks. But that's okay with me. I quite enjoyed the last one, and I got to make two wishes on my cake." Cindy said, pulling Heather to her to keep her warm. "So what did you wish for?" Jenny asked. "One, for a quick trip to Aruba. And second, that someone would hide the key to these handcuffs till morning." Cindy said. "I think that both are doable, but you may want to find the keys just long enough to get that blouse off first." Denise chuckled. "Oh, there is that. If it was any other I'd just rip it off, but Andrea gave this to me just this morning. Okay, modified second wish. The keys disappear after my blouse comes off." Cindy chuckled. "You need no cuffs to hold me for the night." Heather demurred, kissing her cheek. "What's Aruba?" Candice asked. "A lovely little island in the Caribbean. They're all going there to get married. Each to each other. You weren't here when we were talking about it earlier." Penelope interjected. "Who's getting married to whom?" Heather asked, excited. "They're* all *getting married to each other. Except Jenny here, who has a steady elsewhere." Penelope replied. "Really? You can do that? Same sex and all?" Heather asked. "Yes, really. Or so we've been informed. But we have to hurry before their predominantly Catholic legislature calls a special session to block it. But we don't expect them to beat us." Betty said. "God, that's great. And you all love each other enough you want to be married to each other?" Heather asked. "Yup. More than anything on earth." Cindy replied. "Ditto." Andrea replied. "Me too." Betty said. "It's unanimous." Denise said. "That's wonderful." Candice said, looking wistfully between Heather and Penelope. "I wouldn't have thought you were the marrying kind." Heather teased. "Depends on the definition of marriage, I guess. What I'm not, is the love only one person -and that's it- kind." Candice replied. "I think they have that well in hand. As Betty said to me a short while ago, that they have all learned that there can be more than one special someone in your life, at the same time." Penelope said, kissing Betty softly on the neck. "That's basically what we all feel and believe. It's what makes us, as a family, possible." Denise said. "That's a fact." Andrea said. "So who's for cake, now that it's out?" Denise asked. "You know I'm a sucker for cheesecake." Jenny replied. "Yes, I know. With or without frozen strawberry yogurt?" Denise asked. "With. What would a birthday party be without cake and ice-cream?" Jenny chuckled. "Unusual. As this party is anyway. I'll have both." Cindy said. The other's placed their orders. Denise sliced and dished the cheesecake and Jenny scooped the yogurt. Andrea moved around and took orders for coffee, which they all accepted. Candice moved to assist her. "You know, you are quite fetching, dressed like that. But you were in your uniform too." Andrea remarked. "Oh, god, it felt so comfortable around you all that I totally forgot I was almost nude." Candice chuckled. "I didn't." Andrea chuckled, pulling her into an embrace and a kiss. "Now that she's made you feel self-conscious about it. You may wish to slip on your shirt at least before you get chilled from the yogurt." Penelope chuckled. "Yes, I'd recommend it. But don't button it. Andrea has some real fun tricks using temperature." Jenny mused. "Are you left or right handed?" Cindy asked Heather. "You watched her close enough earlier. You tell me?" Denise teased. Cindy closed her eyes a moment. "Right. Darn, where's those keys? She's got to eat." she said. "You could feed her." Jenny suggested. "Yes, but who would feed me? Besides, I'm a lefty like Denise. Both our eating hands are tied." Cindy chuckled. "Gosh, looks like your second wish came true already, cause I don't see them anywhere." Betty teased. "Enough tricks for the night, love. She has to open presents too." Denise admonished. "There you go, spoiling my fun." Betty mocked, producing the keys. The handcuffs came off, but Cindy held onto them for later. "You really don't need them to hold me for the night. I think we might be more versatile without them." Heather said, planting a kiss on Cindy's lips. "Thank you, that reminds me; Birthday kisses!" Denise said, taking a sip of coffee and moving to Cindy. Cindy set down her plate and blissfully moved into Denise's arms. Their lips met and a short time later Cindy suddenly quivered and moaned softly. "God, did she just give her an orgasm? From a kiss?" Candice asked. "Uh huh. As I was saying earlier, you have *no idea* how much talent you have stumbled into. She gave me one from eye contact once." Jenny chuckled. "Yes, and earlier tonight.... What was the count, Andrea?" Penelope asked. "Six, all at once, all from kissing." Andrea replied. "You're kidding, right?" Candice asked. "Nope, I was there and can account for two of them. Between Betty and I." Penelope said. "Cindy and I make four." Andrea added. "And Denise and I the other two." Jenny finished. "My, you all talk a lot.... " Cindy said, once Denise finally let up. She supported Cindy by her elbows till she got her balance back. "Happy birthday love." she said. "Thank you, love. That was wonderful" Cindy said. "Here, let me see if I can do it." Heather said, jumping up and pulling Cindy into her arms. To Candice's amazement, Cindy suddenly giggled and then her body convulsed again. "Mmm not bad, love. But you cheated." Cindy said, pulling the plug from her probe back out of her belt pack and then pulling it off. "A girl can try, even if she lacks Denise's talent." Heather said, a bit disappointed Cindy revealed her ruse. "As I've told the others before, it's not talent. It's passion." Denise said, moving to retrieve her plate. "Yes, coupled with suggestibility and perhaps a bit of intrigue. But knowing all that, she still does it to me. Even when I know she's going to." Jenny said. "When you* know* I'm going to, is when it's easiest." Denise chuckled. "Yes, but I think you've brought suggestion to a fine art." Jenny offered. "I don't know about suggestion, but she gave me orgasm from eye contact only, followed by lip contact only, followed by nipple contact only, followed by clitoral contact only." Cindy offered. "That, my love was passion. As it was when Andrea experienced an orgasm the first time I kissed her." Denise replied, working on her cheesecake and frozen yogurt. "Perhaps. But you've done it with your voice alone too." Cindy said. "Nope, if you recall where my hand was when your hips raised up off the car seat." Denise reminded her. "It could have been anywhere and I still would have gone off. You just flat make me hot." Cindy said. "*Passion*, I rest my case." Denise said, smugly. "You're all serious about this. This all really happened? Eye contact? Kissing? Nipple contact?" Candice asked. "Believe it honey." Jenny said, "I can vouch for the same order that Cindy did. Betty was there to witness it." "Why so dubious?" Betty asked. "Oh... I guess just because it's never happened to me. Sometimes I have to rub myself for a long time to..... get off." Candice said. "Would you care for a demonstration? I'm sure Denise can be persuaded." Betty asked. "Very much so." Candice said, hungrily. "At the moment, I'm savoring my cheesecake. But Andrea there next to you is quite capable of inducing orgasms just as readily as I. She had the exact effect upon Cindy earlier that I had on her just now. Andrea, would you care to do the honors?" Denise asked. "I would be absolutely delighted." Andrea replied, "But I'm not certain I can, not like you." "Nonsense. You remember our first kiss?" Denise asked. "I'm not likely ever to forget that. Yes, I remember it very well." Andrea replied, blissfully. "Do you remember what I did? That one little technique I showed you?" Denise asked. Andrea was trying to think of what she meant, but as soon as Candice was facing her instead of Denise, Denise winked at her and nodded. Andrea got it. Candice took the look of recognition on her face as cognition of the technique. "Yes, I remember that quite well." Andrea replied, holding Denise's gaze a moment. "If you just use that on her, I *guarantee* success." Denise said, turning back to her yogurt. "Yes, it certainly worked on me. I remember how to do it. Come to think of it, I was using that earlier when Cindy went off..... Well, anytime you are ready, Candice." Andrea said, turning to her. "Now." Candice said, eagerly. Now expecting Andrea would use a special secret technique on her. Andrea stood and first took a sip of coffee and warmed her tongue. That always helped give a warm start to things. She made no fuss about it as she swallowed her coffee. Candice seemed to downright quiver with anticipation as she moved to stand before Andrea. Andrea caught the back of her elbows and slowly drew her into an embrace. Candice's eyes were descending long before their lips ever met. Her body seemed to jolt a the first touch of Andrea's warm lips. Andrea used no special technique, she basically just used what she knew about soft and tender and then passionate kissing. She could feel Candice's body tense in anticipation. She paid close tactile attention to her body language. When she could feel Candice was already borderline, she suddenly plunged her tongue beneath the other woman's and flicked the tip upwards several times in quick succession. Few around the room were surprised when Candice's body suddenly convulsed sharply and her moan escaped their joint lips. Andrea turned the kiss into a slow sensual pleasure and ended it with a soft nibble on the corner of her mouth just before their lips parted. She gently supported Candice by her elbows as she slowly pulled back. Candice had tears streaming down her cheeks. She opened her eyes to meet Andrea's. "Thank you.. I shall never forget that." Candice said, solemnly. "If you get the urge to try that on somebody new, I think you will find that it works best if they know just exactly what you are going to do to them. Otherwise they might just be expecting just another teeth and tonsil cleaning." Andrea said, softly. They looked each other in the eye, then both startled chuckling. "I think I begin to see." Candice said, after a moment. "Tell me." Denise said, easily. Candice looked at her a moment. Denise smiling back. Candice found herself captivated by the emerald pools behind Denise's wide glasses. "It's a trick. It works because I think it will work." Candice said. "So it's a trick. Does that make it the least bit less pleasurable?" Denise asked. "No. Not really. It was wonderful." Candice said, looking back at Andrea. Cindy changed the CD and put on the Alex Degrassi Southern Exposure CD. It helped perk the party up just a bit. "An excellent choice, my love. I am remiss that you had to think of it yourself on your birthday." Denise said. Cindy moved over to her and moved against her. She wrapped her arms around her and kissed her tenderly. Denise suddenly moaned and shuddered slightly, followed a moment later by Cindy herself. When they both caught their breath, Cindy pulled back and looked into Denise's eyes. "You have never neglected me or failed to fulfill my deepest desires or my slightest whims. But I will contribute my own love and thoughts to our relationship. Doing less would be giving you back less of myself. I love you too much to do that. I adore you. I will always adore you. You are the number one reason for my blissful happiness on this, my sixteenth birthday. I feel as if the glass slipper fits perfectly and it is you holding it." Cindy said. "I'm not much of a handsome prince." Denise chuckled. "No, you are a delightful mix of queen Guinevere, Merlin the magician and Sir Lancelot the brave. You have the skill of the greatest courtesan, the grace of a geisha, the compassionate understanding of Freud and the genius of Einstein." Cindy said. Denise looked a bit uncomfortable. She hugged Cindy to her tightly. Her eyes were misting up. "I don't feel like any of those, but if I am any one of them to you -if only for a moment- then I am content." Denise said. "You are all of those, to all of us." Andrea commented. "Yes, she is." Betty said. "Couldn't have said it better." Jenny jumped in. "I believe I see the source of all this passion you were referring to." Penelope said. "Enough of this. This is Cindy's night. And she hasn't opened her presents yet." Denise said, changing the subject. Heather and Candice looked curiously on with more than just a hint of envy. They each longed to be a part of the passion and loving of this group. Heather looked to Penelope and saw the same longing in her eyes when they shifted to meet hers. The others in the room took the hint and retrieved their presents from various locations. Betty grabbed Denise's for her as Cindy was reluctant to release her for the moment. Denise settled the problem by sitting back on the table and letting Cindy lean back against her while she opened her presents. >From Betty, she received a gold dress watch. Another package from Denise proved to be matching gold earrings. From Jenny she received some sexy black silk lingerie. Penelope gave her a personal Mini-CD player and Candice and Heather each contributed a CD of modern music to go with it. Cindy thanked each and every one of them with a soft sensual kiss. She wasn't surprised when Candice suddenly quivered and moaned in the midst of hers. The music ended and Betty found her way to the stereo. She was looking at the music deciding on a selection when Penelope came up and knelt beside her. "Surprise me. Make it sweet, make it excellent. Make it conducive to love." she said, softly. Betty looked at her a moment and then reached out for the Montreux *Sign Language* CD. She inserted it into the machine and punched the start button. Denise kissed Cindy softly on the neck, then actually managed to disengage herself with just a few kisses more. Heather moved in to keep Cindy quite well distracted. -------------------- Outside a storm front had moved in. The howling of a now swirling blizzard could be heard occasionally. Candice kind of shivered from the sound. Andrea moved up behind her to warm her by wrapping her arms around her. They were sitting on the short arm of the sofa in front of the window overlooking the deck, but the roof was closed to the weather. Candice sighed and snuggled back contentedly against her, her eyes drawn to the crackling fireplace. "It really is a lovely house." she said. "Yes, and about to get even nicer when we finish the extension. Then this summer we will work on the rest of the grounds. We plan on turning this into quite an elegant estate." Andrea mused. "You are very lucky to have what you do." Candice said. "Don't I know it. But I'm only a visitor here for now. Cindy too. We're scheduled to move in permanently after school lets out." Andrea said. "Why the wait?" Candice asked. "Mainly because of Denise and Betty's jobs. Cindy and I are both Denise's students. Her and Betty could lose their jobs if the authorities found out that Cindy and I were living with them. But next year Cindy and I will be going to a different school and it won't be quite so obvious." Andrea explained. "I see... I think. But didn't I hear that you were all getting married? How is that going to work? Aren't you going to live together.... As co-wives?" Candice asked. "I don't know how that will work yet. We haven't really fully talked about that yet. We just found out about Aruba recently. I can hardly believe our passports came back so quick." Andrea said. "God, that sounds so wonderful. I wish I was going with you." Candice said, glancing over at Penelope who was now snuggled to Betty's side listening to the lovely music." "You certainly know how to fulfill a wish. This is lovely." Penelope said. "You are lovely." Betty said, softly kissing her cheek. Penelope turned her head to meet her lips. A moment later they were locked in a passionate kiss. Denise gathered up the dessert dishes and bussed them to the sink. Jenny jumped in to help her, gathering unused wine glasses and forgotten coffee cups. "The party seems to be a big success." she said, pouring herself another glass of wine. "Yes, Cindy seems quite pleased." Denise said, glancing over to where she had occupied an overstuffed chair facing the fireplace. Heather upon her lap. "She should be. You've done a wonderful job with the party." Jenny said. "Thanks. It wasn't all my doing though. I knew nothing about the little show. I guess Betty and Penelope conspired on that one." Denise said, pouring herself another cup of coffee and surveying the amorous couples gathered around the fireplace. "That was quite fun. And it seems to be working out quite well still." Jenny said. "Yes..." Denise said, distantly, still looking at her intended brides, each with another woman in her arms and at their lips. Jenny studied her a moment. "You could think of it as a bachelor party, or bachelorette rather." Jenny said. "I'm sorry?" Denise said, pulling her eyes away and turning to meet Jenny's gaze. "I say, you could think of this as a bachelorette party. If you're feeling any insecurity." Jenny said. Denise chuckled and set her coffee aside. She pulled Jenny into her arms and kissed her tenderly. "It just seems to be getting more complicated by the minute, but you need not worry about me love. I'm fine." Denise said. "It's in my nature to worry about you. But if you will consider me a calm port in the tempest then perhaps I can apply a little soothing therapy." Jenny replied, snuggling against her. "I do so love you. You may consider me docked for the night. My only concern is a shortage of beds. I didn't really expect four couples." Denise said. "Any soft rock is fine for me, as long as I have the pillow of your breasts." Jenny said, boldly caressing them softly. "Careful what you wish for. There is a bed available, mine from my old apartment that the manager dropped off just this evening, but out in the garage and it's quite nippy out there." Denise said, cupping Jenny's firm cheeks. "Suits me fine. I'm sure we can keep each other warm enough, if how hot you've got my blood at this moment is any indicator." Jenny said, finding her lips again. "We may not have any choice. It sounds pretty bad outside." Denise said, after the long kiss. Jenny actually let her walk to the gym window and take a look. It was bad outside. All that could be seen was white on the other side of the vinyl sheet. Denise made her way to the front door and looked outside. She was met with a swirling blizzard. Several inches of snow had already collected. Jenny gasped at her shoulder. "I think this pretty well settles things. Nobody is leaving here tonight." Denise said, closing the door once more and shivering. "I don't think anyone was much inclined to leave anyway." Cindy chuckled, lifting her lips from Heather's for the moment. "Jenny and I were just reviewing the bedding options. As we are kind of limited until we get the extension set up, and as it seems nobody is leaving, we're probably going to keep each other warm in my old bed out in the garage. You others can work out between you who gets the bedrooms and sofa's." Denise said. "I have a better idea, love. It's too damn cold out in the garage, but we have lots of warm space and many capable hands. Why don't we haul your bed into the extension?" Betty asked, looking up from Penelope. "Oh, we don't wish to impose on anybody. We'll be fine." Jenny said. "Nonsense." Betty said, kissing Penelope quickly and then climbing to her feet. "Right behind you love." Penelope said, standing up. "Count me in." Andrea said, getting up. "Me too." Cindy said, kissing Heather and then sliding her off her lap. "Count us in too, right Heather?" Candice asked, standing up. "Yup." Heather said. "Thank you, but the bed is not that big. It's bad form to put first time guests to work. You two aren't even dressed and it's cold out there. I think the residents here can handle it just fine. If you two and Penelope can entertain yourselves for a few minutes we will be right back." Denise said. "I think six pairs of hands will work better, but I agree about Candice and Heather. That puts two each of us on the mattress, box springs and frame." Penelope said. "We will all go. I think you will find Candice and I hardier than you think." Heather said. "Thank you all, but I really didn't mean to put everyone to all this trouble." Denise said. "It's no trouble at all. You are gracious enough to share your home and sweethearts with us. The least we can do is to give you a hand making up the bed." Penelope said, heading for the garage. Between the lot of them, they got the bed hauled into the extension. Betty put Candice and Heather on hauling a couple of sleeping bags so their stay in the cold would be limited, but they came back for more anyway. After examining the bed, Denise suggested they split it in two. Putting the mattress on the floor in one room and the box springs on the frame in another and then spreading sleeping bags over it. With the addition of bedding, both became quite adequate. Back in the house, Denise thanked them all personally. Candice was quivering with anticipation when she got to her, with the expected results. She moaned loudly as the massive orgasm gripped her abdomen. This was followed by a similar reaction from Heather. Penelope found herself just a bit daunted by this. She moved shakily into Denise's arms not knowing really what to expect. The kiss was simply pleasurable, so she just let herself enjoy it. The mild orgasm took her by surprise. She was more than a bit shaky when Denise finally released her. "I didn't expect that." Penelope said, somewhat awed. "That's my girl." Betty chuckled, taking over Penelope's welfare and guiding her back to the sofa. "She is most *formidable*, isn't she." Penelope said, snuggling back thoughtfully into Betty's arms. "Yes, that's a very good description of her." Betty chuckled. -------------------- "So how was it?" Andrea asked, warming Candice in her arms. Candice kind of rolled her eyes and then met her gaze. "I'm sure you know quite well." she said. "Yes, I have that pleasure. Still cold?" Andrea teased. "Not really... But feel free to keep warming me. I'll survive." Candice teased back. ---------------------- "So has it been a good birthday?" Heather asked, snuggled once again to Cindy. "The *best*, and it's not over yet." Cindy said. "True, according to that clock over there, you still have an hour." Heather chuckled. "Goodness, is it that late?" Cindy said, suddenly a bit tired. "Yes... I must say that it is refreshing to meet a teenager who doesn't swear." Heather said, rewarding her with a kiss. "Oh, you like that do you?" Cindy asked. "Yes... I don't see anything not to like about you." Heather said, softly. They melted back into another kiss. Denise and Jenny came by making the rounds before they slipped off. Cindy lifted her head and caught Denise's hand before she could slip away with just a quick peck. "I'm a bit tired love, so I think Jenny and I are going to slip off. I just wanted to wish you a final happy birthday and kiss you good night." Denise said. Cindy hugged her tightly to her and kissed her passionately. "Thank you for the best birthday ever. I love you." she said afterward, a bit misty eyed. "I love you too, lady. You have fun tonight. Heather, it was a joy meeting you. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you should get up before any of us in the morning." Denise said, planting a kiss on her lips. Heather didn't orgasm this time, but she was real close. Jenny followed behind Denise on her rounds. It took a long time before they got free. Denise snuck upstairs and grabbed a couple of robes and her toothbrush before they made their way out to the extension. Once there they chose the mattress on the floor. "I'm sorry it's so Spartan." Denise apologized, stripping off her clothes. "Denise, I would be quite happy making love with you in a coal mine. As it is, we have a warm roof over our heads and a soft mattress with plenty of bedding..... Now, you want to tell me what's really bothering you?" Jenny asked, stripping off her own clothes. Denise chuckled and pulled Jenny into an embrace. They were both nude now. They met skin to skin and lip to lip. The embrace and resultant kiss lasted a long time before they descended to the bed, still kissing. ------------------- Betty and Penelope were the next to make the rounds to say goodnight. It took just as long as it had for the previous pair. Denise and Jenny had packed away the leftovers from the meal, so their was nothing that needed cleaning up before morning. They made their way arm in arm up the stairs. Once there, both Penelope and Betty found themselves trembling a bit in anticipation. They undressed each other as they kissed hungrily. Finally, Betty lay Penelope back upon the bed and knelt over her. She looked down and lightly caressed her body with her fingertips. "I've waited a long time for this. I never thought it would happen. I love you." Betty said, a bit uneasy. "I've waited just as long for you.... So you would tease me a while longer?" Penelope asked, reaching for Betty's panties. Betty moved back out of range, suddenly a bit insecure about her physiology. "In a moment. First I must tell you.... I'm not like other women." she said. "Betty, there is nothing about you that could possibly make me not want you." Penelope reassured her. "Perhaps.... But this bothered me for a long, long time. Since I reached puberty." Betty said, getting misty eyed. "I would assume you are referring to your oversized clitoris?" Penelope asked. Betty looked at her sharply. "You knew? How?" she asked. "Betty love, we may never have gotten together before this, but I have been observing your body for a long, long time. We've been swimming together many dozens of times. Your clitoris has been quite prominent at times and a constant point of fascination with me. I've been envious of it since *I* entered puberty." Penelope said, softly. "Really?" Betty asked, misty eyed. "Yes love, really. Now are you going to continue to tease me? Or are you going to get over here so I can get that wonderful thing between my lips?" Penelope asked. "Oh Penelope!" Betty cried as she moved into her arms. Penelope had her hand inside Betty's panties scant moments after their lips met. She wasn't the least bit disappointed in what she found there. ----------------------- Cindy and Heather moved over onto the sofa by Andrea and Candice. Andrea had Candice on her lap, which looked quite comfortable for her. Cindy pulled Heather into a like position. "Looks like we lost the older women." Cindy mused. "Only temporarily. So how was your birthday?" Andrea asked, leaning to tenderly kiss her friend. Cindy happily returned the kiss. While they were at it, Heather and Candice leaned together to share the same. After their kiss, Cindy and Andrea found themselves watching the older girls. "My birthday was absolutely wonderful. I think I set a new personal record for orgasms." Cindy chuckled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it and that I was a part of that." Andrea said, "Sorry I wasn't there this morning when you woke up." "Not a problem love. You were there shortly afterwards. I'm glad you had a good time last night." Cindy said. "Why weren't you here this morning? Did you stay someplace else last night?" Candice asked. "That, my darling, is a long and complicated story that I don't wish to go into right now, but yes, I was someplace else." Andrea said, kissing her softly. Candice accepted the statement. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry." she said. "Not a problem. It's just real complicated." Andrea said, hugging her. "So how long have you two been doing your act?" Cindy asked, successfully changing the subject. "Gosh, I guess about two years now." Heather said, snuggling to Cindy. "How long have you been together?" Andrea asked. "I guess about two and a half. How about you two?" Candice asked. "Gosh, let me see. I guess a year and a half or so." Cindy said. "That's nice. So you met at school?" Heather asked. "Yeah.... She kept staring at me in gym. When she wasn't looking, I found myself staring back." Cindy giggled. "You were about the cutest thing I ever saw. You still are." Andrea said, smiling at Cindy. "Are you two sure you wouldn't rather spend the night together. Candice and I can take the bed we set up earlier. It's certainly not a hardship for us." Heather asked. "Cindy and I intend to be together at least the rest of our lives. We may not get this opportunity with you two again. Besides, this is sort of a big night for Cindy. I think this would be her first night soloing with a woman outside our immediate group. I think she's quite anxious looking forward to that." Andrea said, touching Cindy's cheek affectionately. "Yes, it would be my first night soloing with another outside our group. And I am quite looking forward to it." Cindy said, catching Andrea's palm and kissing it softly, but keeping her eyes locked with Heather's. "Well, you won't get any argument from me. I've been almost dripping since the moment we got here." Heather said, bending to kiss Cindy softly. "So have I.... If the offer still stands?" Candice said, holding Andrea's gaze. "Why on earth wouldn't it stand? Are you under the miss-impression that I am not attracted to you?" Andrea asked. "Well...." Candice said, faltering. "She had a very frustrating experience with a young lady once before. She was all hot to make out, but when they got into the bedroom, she kind of got real shy and freaked out about the concept of going farther. Candice is just giving you an out if you want it." Heather explained. "I don't think shyness is one of Andrea's attributes." Cindy chuckled. "No, it's not." Andrea said, lifting her blouse off in one movement. Candice found herself staring at the dark circles of Andrea's breasts through the thin material of her bra. Andrea opened the center clasp and drew it aside. Candice almost gasped at the sight of her lovely breasts. Cindy kind of chuckled. "Very nice." Candice said, removing her shirt once more. "And what about you? Are you shy?" Heather teased Cindy. Cindy grinned at her and began to unbutton her blouse. Heather matched her button for button. Cindy carefully removed her blouse, then unclasped her bra. Heather reached out tentatively to cup her breasts. Candice was still just looking at Andrea. Andrea took her hands and drew them to her breasts. Then one of her own moved inside the waistband of Candice's panties. The other wrapped around behind Candice's head and drew her into a passionate kiss. They both moaned softly as their bare breasts merged. "If you two are anything like your mentors, then we are in a lot of trouble." Heather said, leaning to kiss Cindy. "Oh... Well I certainly wouldn't want to get you into any trouble." Cindy teased. "Hush." Heather whispered, kissing her again. Cindy's fingers found their way into Heather's panties and the four of them were off to the races. ---------------------- Denise cried out as her hips lifted high off the bed. Jenny followed her hip movements adroitly, then continued to softly lap at Denise's labia to slow her decent. After a time she crawled upwards and Denise clutched her to her as she lay panting for breath. Jenny softly caressed her body and waited. "Thank you love... I needed that." Denise finally said, breathlessly. "My pleasure, love. You've quite spoiled me. I find myself longing for the lovely taste of pussy sometimes when Jake and I are making love." Jenny admitted. "If I didn't know how that worked, I'd be worried about you two. But I've found myself longing to taste Cindy's nectar when she was right beside me with Andrea and I had Betty's ultra-responsive clitoris between my lips." Denise said, breathing easier. She softly caressed Jenny's body as she continued to cool down. She was going to escalate her explorations (again) when Jenny sat up and moved a pillow behind her against the wall and leaned back on it. She pulled Denise up and lay her head upon her breasts. "Now that you've gotten some of the release you needed, love. Tell me what's going on." Jenny said. Denise found herself almost quivering in Jenny's arms once more. She hugged her and pulled her palm to her lips and kissed it. Jenny waited. Finally Denise sighed. She knew she would tell Jenny everything. She needed to. "It all seems like it's getting out of hand." Denise said. "What is?" Jenny asked. "The relationship between Betty and I and the two girls." Denise said. "I see... How is it getting out of hand?" Jenny asked. "Well.... Like tonight. We're all with other women." Denise replied. "And that bothers you?" Jenny asked. "A little." Denise admitted. "Jealous?" Jenny asked. "No... I'm really not. I'm thrilled for them. That's what bothers me." Denise said. "You feel you *should* be jealous?" Jenny asked. "Yeah, kind of." Denise said. "You know, love. Jealousy has it's root in insecurity. That you aren't jealous shows that you feel secure in your relationships with them.... But I think there is more to it. There is something you aren't telling me." Jenny said. "I never could hide anything from you..... I'm a bit concerned about Andrea..... And Betty. Not so much Betty though, but definitely Andrea." Denise said. "Okay, why?" Jenny asked, lightly caressing Denise's shoulders. "I haven't had a chance to talk with you privately for a while....." Denise said. "What has happened?" Jenny asked. "Last weekend..... Andrea and Sally." Denise said. Jenny kind of sighed, but nodded. "That was a possibility. One of many." she said. "Yeah... well several of the others happened last night." Denise said. "Andrea and John? Betty and Bobby? Sally and Bobby? Betty and Sally? John and Betty?" Jenny asked. "Yes, all of them." Denise said, quietly. Jenny sighed again and kissed Denise softly on the forehead. Denise continued to lay her head upon Jenny's breasts. "Well, love. As I said, they were all predictable possibilities... as I'm quite sure you knew. Betty and Bobby you even expected. You've all been working toward that. So how do you feel about it?" Jenny asked, caressing her softly. "In some ways I'm thrilled about it. For one, Bobby is talking to his folks. That's the biggest plus." Denise said. "Yes, that's a plus alright. So what about the relationships bothers you?" Jenny asked. "The very nature of it for one. Andrea and Sally had too good of a time last weekend for it not to continue. She also quite enjoyed herself last night. But today she got a little freaked out over what she had done." Denise said. "How so? How do you mean freaked out?" Jenny asked. Denise told her about her session with Andrea in the very same room earlier that day. Telling her what transpired and what was said. She also told her about her episode with John the previous evening. Jenny listened patiently and *carefully*. Finally they lay quiet for a time while Jenny thought about it. "Well, love. I think all your deductions about Andrea's parents are undoubtedly correct. I think the last thing they have in mind is hurting Andrea more. But it certainly is a can of worms if the world found out about it." Jenny said. "That's a fact." Denise said, "I wouldn't even have a clue how to handle *that*." "Nor would I. Nor could I." Jenny said. "So what do you think I should do?" Denise asked. "I don't know that you can do anything, other than just wait to see if it burns itself out. That and get Bobby in for a vasectomy as fast as possible now that he's talking." Jenny said. "That's pretty much what I had determined. Fact is.... I'm more concerned over Andrea and her folks. If she suddenly decides it's all wrong, there's no telling how she will react to it." Denise said. "In that area, I would continue with your emphasis of how much they love her. That their purpose is *not* to cause her any more hurt. At the same time stress to her that her involvement with them is *voluntary*. That she has the option of changing her mind about it. But don't place any bad connotations on it. That would only trigger guilt feelings all around. That could rip the whole family apart, mostly Andrea. As to a relationship between you and John..... I would avoid it if you can. For several reasons. If you really are compelled to do it, only do it in combination with Sally. Not separately. Also, do *not* do it in combination with Andrea. That would only reinforce that relationship. Fact is it would have been better had Betty not done that. Her and Bobby and Andrea was okay, but her and Andrea and her parents... that may have been an error, for the same reason. Don't chide Betty about that, but if you can tactfully suggest to her to avoid that in the future it would probably be for the best." Jenny said. "Yes, I see that. What about counseling? The whole family." Denise asked. "Certainly, but I must admit I'm really out of my league here. Fact is that I don't even know anybody that it wouldn't be out of their league. You're in totally unknown territory here. No psychologist in the modern world has experience coping with this. At least not from a positive point of view, and I get the feeling that it all really has been a positive thing." Jenny said. "Oh, how so?" Denise asked. surprised. "Except for minor bouts of insecurity, Andrea is has become emotionally quite stable. Certainly far in excess of what would be expected of her given the conditions of her life. I attribute that to your guidance and love for her. And the love and support she's gotten from the rest of you. Bobby is talking again. That is a direct result of your involvement. Not only is he talking, but he's going through the motions of dealing with reality. He's dealing with his own phobias, fears and guilt. He's beginning to really take responsibility for his actions. As to John and Sally.... Well, in their way they are coping with a situation which is undoubtedly very traumatic for them. Both of their children have been victimized. They both had to apply one hell of a lot of understanding and compassion to arrive where they are now. I think there is more truth to what you told Andrea than you realized yourself. In allowing themselves to become involved in it, they are really portraying their acceptance of the past and continuing relationship between Andrea and Bobby. Much like the Crowther's talking about sex a lot with you and Cindy. They sought to portray their acceptance of it." Jenny said. "Yes, I can see that. Don't ever let anybody ever tell you that you aren't one whiz-bang of a psychologist." Denise said. "I thank you for your vote of confidence, love. But at the moment I am reveling in the feel of one of my former patients nude body against mine. That's hardly conducive to my professional standing if it were known." Jenny chuckled. "You damn sure didn't encourage that." Denise chuckled. "No, I did. I let my ego run away with me. I told myself that I was immune to someone I knew to be very successfully attractive to other women. You rightfully corrected that fallacy." Jenny said, lovingly kissing Denise on the forehead. "That was my own ego that did that. I didn't have to make those kisses so effective. In doing so I endangered your career, your relationship with a good man and our friendship." Denise said. "Would you wish to terminate this degree of our relationship? Because I don't. You've become much too dear to me. " Jenny said, hugging Denise to her. "No... I can't change what I've already done. Fact is that I'm not really sorry. I feel guilty about it, but only because of the damage I almost did to you. I'm reveling in that feeling you were referring to myself at this very moment. I wouldn't change it for the world." Denise said. "Would you change it for the others?" Jenny asked, pointedly. "I don't know. Not willingly. I wish to continue it..... And.... that brings us full circle. I'm unwilling to do what I wish the others would do. To give up outside relationships." Denise said, wearily. "I think love, that the question you should be asking yourself is; *why* you wish them to give them up." Jenny said. "Because they contribute instability to our relationship. The relationship between Betty, Cindy, Andrea and I. And I want that to last forever." Denise said. "I think instead love, that they contribute stability to it." Jenny said. "I don't follow. How can they possibly do that?" Denise asked, now fully puzzled, although she had explained the concept to Betty earlier in the day. . "I've heard it from your own sensual lips. That a person can have more than one *special someone* in their lives at the same time. It is your universal acceptance of that premise that makes your relationship possible in the first place. By it's very nature it embraces that premise. It is the embodiment of it. And it is a concept that could -and should- rock the world. I don't know if you have fully comprehended just how wonderful this all is on anything other than a strictly personal level." Jenny said. "That's my frame of reference. I don't know how to see it from a different angle." Denise said. "Granted. But I tell you as one who has directly benefited from it that it is a joyfully wonderful thing. You've given to yourselves what all the rest of the world longs for; The freedom to freely love whomever you truly love. And you've done it in a manner that precludes you from the major reasons that others can't know the same thing. It's not the act of promiscuity that is bad, it is the repercussions from it. Repercussions like disease, pregnancy and the hurting of others simply because you are enjoying yourselves. You are at a far lower risk of disease than someone indulging in heterosexual promiscuity. You really *aren't* promiscuous. You feel genuine affection for *everyone* you choose to make love with. Like earlier this evening... when Betty suggested that you demonstrate to Candice the ability to induce an orgasm with a kiss alone. You checked the suggestion to Andrea. Someone you knew already felt very amiable to the suggestion. You didn't do it yourself, because you didn't feel that yet with Candice. You just met her. You don't feel comfortable with her yet. You don't feel the necessary depth of feeling yet that would make it feel comfortable for you to make love with her. And making love is what you do when you kiss someone. You make love with them. You put your soul into your kisses. You fully enjoy pleasing others. You try to make a kiss as pleasurable for them as you know how to. Your focus is on them, not what you yourself are experiencing. You are aware of it, but that is not your primary concern. In example I would remind you of when you kissed Cindy in the hospital and then again on the way home. Despite the fact that her breath was unpleasant at the time. Your focus was on her needs. They were of greater importance to you than your own discomfort. So you kissed her... and from what I understand; you kissed her well." Jenny said. "Who could possibly have turned their back on her at the time... or anytime? She's just so adorable I'd be compelled to kiss her even if her breath was *always* bad." Denise said. "As to who could turn their back on her; Most of the world. They would be compelled to turn their back on her because their rules for living would forbid it. Which is why I feel your rules are better than theirs. By your rules a person in need got exactly what they needed the most. By theirs, she never would have." Jenny said. "You need not feed my ego like this love." Denise said. "I am *not* feeding your ego, at least that is not my primary concern in saying these things. I am saying them because they are *true*. If they feed your ego in the process, that is just fine. There is nothing wrong with a healthy ego. It lets you feel good about doing good things for others. It lets you do those things in the first place. Without your ego, you would never be able to do them. Your own insecurities would prevent you from acting. A healthy ego should reflect a persons ability. It lets them know themselves just what they are capable of doing. Even a slightly inflated ego isn't bad, as it induces a person to push their abilities to match their egos. They take on things slightly beyond themselves and have to actually grow to accomplish them. You are entitled to a very healthy ego, because I have seen you do things that are truly phenomenal. You consistently do such things. You are entitled to a much larger portion of ego than you portray to the world. Your ego doesn't match your abilities. The closest it gets is pure, cool, confidence, which is just fine with me as you well deserve to be downright arrogant." Jenny said. Denise felt a bit uncomfortable. But inside of her Jenny's words caressed a special insecure spot. Denise felt tears well up in her eyes and roll down her cheeks. To have someone recognize the greatness she hid deep inside.... touched her. Jenny felt the tears on her breasts. She lifted Denise's eyes to face her. "What's wrong, my love." Jenny asked. "I'm sorry, I'm not used to such praise from one I feel so strongly about." Denise said. "It's not idle praise." Jenny said, softly. Denise didn't know how to respond to that. She sought to bury her face on Jenny's breasts once again, but Jenny held her chin there. "Face me. Look into my eyes. Touch my soul with your emerald pools." Jenny said. Denise felt herself compelled to follow Jenny's directions. The directions that told her to use her ego. That it was alright to have it. "I'm afraid." Denise said, surprised to hear herself admit it. . "So am I." Jenny said, misty eyed. "Why?" Denise asked. "Because for the past half hour I've been trying to tell you just how much I love you. In terms you would understand. And the words are so inadequate. I worship you lady. I'm compelled to by your actions. I'm compelled to by the fact that you refuse to demand it when you are fully entitled. I love everything about you. I love your eyes, your face, your hair, your breasts and nipples. I love the aroma of your womanhood in my nostrils and your taste on my tongue. I love your sleek legs and firm ass. I love your grace of movement and your cool confidence. I love your understanding and your compassion. The mere sight of your smile warms my heart and melts me inside. You make me wet with desire just knowing that you exist." Jenny said, tears streaming down her cheeks. Denise held her tightly, feeling not only a wave of compassion, but a wave of undying love. "Why are you telling me this now?" Denise asked, sensing Jenny had a purpose in revealing herself to the extent she had. "For one; Because I love you beyond all others." Jenny said, quietly. "What about Jake?" Denise asked. "He knows... It works for him. It works for me." Jenny said. "Works for you both? I don't understand." Denise said. "Yes you do. I know you are that smart." Jenny said. "You're not doing as well with Jake as you indicated, are you?" Denise asked. "Yes and no. Since he got back from Seattle, in some ways we are closer than we've ever been before. For one our sexual relations are more rewarding than they ever were. He's more tender, caring and passionate than he ever was before. I'm more responsive and more receptive, even more aggressive than before. The quality and frequency of our encounters has picked up markedly." Jenny said. "So what's the problem?" Denise asked. "Suddenly he wants more freedom himself. I don't object to that, but he considers *a little more freedom* to indicate a carte blanche do whatever he damn well feels like, any time with anybody and not so much as a word of caution from me about any of it." Jenny said. "He's seeing other women?" Denise asked. "Lot's of them. Which worries the hell out of me because of the risk of disease. But it's one in particular that really bugs me. One he met up in Seattle while I was over here. Apparently she's from this area. They met up at the conference and slept together there. I certainly can't object to that, as I was mid-debauch with you folks here. I don't really object to him even continuing to see her here if he wants. But I have zero desire to co-habitate with her, which is what Jake seems to want." Jenny said. "You've met her?" Denise asked. "Yeah, I can't stand the money grabbing bitch. Her whole demeanor is based upon what Jake can do for her career. Which would be an error anyway as she has the ethics of a snake. If Jake recommends her to anybody, it's going to end up as a black mark on his career." Jenny said. "You sure you aren't just overreacting about her? The *other woman* is seldom thought of in friendly terms." Denise asked. "No, I really tried to like her. In fact I was even enthusiastic about it until I met her. After discovering the joys of loving a woman from you, I jumped at the concept of both Jake and I sharing a woman together. Jake arranged to bring her home for dinner. I was all excited about it. I was gracious and friendly to her from the minute she walked in. I honestly tried to like her. But she really isn't very likable. She's even less lovable. She has some real hang ups about sex. They're so profound that they interfere with her feminine hygiene. I think her only real interest in sex, is for use as a tool to extract what she wants from men." Jenny said. "You made love with her?" Denise asked. "I tried. For Jake's sake. We slept together that night after dinner. That is that I was there while they slept together. She would do to me whatever Jake suggested she do, and not a lick more. She tolerated me there. Long before morning I moved out to the couch because I couldn't stand to be in the same bed with her. Jake thought it was a big success and asked me to consider letting her move in with us." Jenny said. "Which I can see you aren't in favor of." Denise said. "Not a snowballs chance in hell." Jenny said. "You told Jake that? You've talked with him about how you feel and why?" Denise asked. "Yes. I tried. He accused me of being hypocritical and jealous. I tried to explain to him that it was just her. That I would actually welcome sharing a woman with him if it was the right woman. He insists that it's got to be her. I told him no." Jenny said. "And his reaction?" Denise asked. "Predictable. He's fixated on her now, not me. The upshot is that he's moving in with her while I'm over here." Jenny said. "Oh god Jenny, I'm sorry. You should have told me." Denise said, hugging her to her. "No, because I knew how you would react. It really isn't your fault." Jenny said, hugging her back. "Before I kissed you, you and Jake had a great relationship." Denise argued, feeling incredibly guilty. "No, we didn't. We had a long, *workable* relationship. That was all. We started stagnating a long time ago. We haven't shared any relationship growth in years. We were in a rut. That's why I was open to your advances." Jenny said. "I'm sorry Jenny." Denise said, feeling her eyes mist up again. "Don't be. Denise, what I learned from you allowed me to grow for the first time in years. I became more of a woman. In fact I suddenly felt like a woman for the first time in years. I tried to use that to help our relationship grow, and it worked a little bit. The sexual side of our relationship got better. Much better. God it was great in fact. Then he sprung Hilda on me. That's her name; Hilda, Hilda Reynolds. And like I say, I tried. I gave it my honest best. But he's blind to her faults. He doesn't even wish to talk about them. Then he hit me with the ultimatum that it was her moving in with us, or him moving out. I told him to have fun, but the move would be permanent if he chose it. He didn't bat an eye over agreeing to move out." Jenny said. "I'm really sorry Jenny. I thought you had a wonderful thing going with him. When you left here after your time with us, I even thought you would probably marry him." Denise said. "I would have. I wanted to. He even seemed conducive to the idea. In fact, he wanted *us* to marry Hilda. I told him if it was almost any other woman I would consider it, but not with her. He's set on her. He's inflexible about it." Jenny said. "You said he was seeing other women too?" Denise asked. "He's fucking other women, yes. Almost a different one every day." Jenny said. "How does Hilda feel about that? Does she know?" Denise asked. "Yes... or he says she does. He says they've shared several of them and that she likes it. That she is wild about it. I don't really believe it. But if she is, it's only her going along with him using it as a tool to control him." Jenny said. "So you are at an impasse?" Denise asked. "Yup. Done deal. He's gone. Or should be when I get home." Jenny said. "I'm sorry Jenny. Really I am." Denise said, sadly. "Well I'm not. You see... I know now what I want out of life. As far as I'm concerned this couldn't have happened at a better time." Jenny said. "I don't follow. What is it you want?" Denise asked. "You." Jenny said. "Me?" Denise asked in surprise. "Yes. You. You and the others here. I want to marry you, Denise." Jenny said. "Marry me? Oh god Jenny.... I do love you so much. But I'm committed." Denise said. "Yes, I know. And I wouldn't have said anything, but tonight I suddenly saw a golden opportunity here." Jenny said. "I don't follow. What opportunity?" Denise asked. "Unless I misread this totally. You've reached a new stable equilibrium." Jenny said. "Huh? I don't follow." Denise said. "What was it you said earlier? About how you felt it was all unstable because tonight you were all with other women?" Jenny asked. "Yeah. So?" Denise asked, puzzled. "Well I think instead of it indicating an instability, it actually is an opportunity at a new stability." Jenny said. "I still don't follow." Denise replied. "Take a step back. Think about what transpired tonight. Think about Betty and Penelope. Think about Cindy and Heather and Andrea and Candice.... and me and you." Jenny prompted. "Yes... What about it. We are all enjoying the loving of another woman. That doesn't seem very stable to me." Denise said. "Isn't it? Denise, are Betty, Cindy and Andrea promiscuous? Are you?" Jenny asked. "I wouldn't have thought so, but lately it seems so." Denise said. "Why? Because you all enjoyed sex with me? Because Andrea and Betty had sex with the Billings?" Jenny asked. "Well.... Yes." Denise said. "And what of Cindy?" Jenny asked. "She's been the least promiscuous of us all. But tonight she is with a woman she just met. She was downright dripping for her." Denise replied. "Yes, she was. As Andrea was downright dripping for Candice and Betty was downright dripping for Penelope and I was downright dripping for you." Jenny said. "I still don't follow." Denise said. "Love... Woe be it for me to teach *you* atomic theory. But consider the carbon atom. Consider the stable states of it. C2, C8, possibly C4. All the way up to Bucky balls. There are certain states that are stable. Some so stable that they are the hardest substance known to exist naturally on earth; diamonds." Jenny said. "What does that have to do with us?" Denise asked. "Dear heart. You have *evolved*. Suddenly tonight your wonderful little group just reached a new stable state. A new symmetry." Jenny said. Denise suddenly saw what Jenny was getting at. It struck her like a thunderbolt. She was silent for a time while she considered it. "I see what you are getting at, but I think it's way too early to see things in that manner. We all just met Heather and Candice tonight. The girls just met Penelope for the first time tonight as well. We don't really know what any of them is like in the long term." Denise argued. "True, time will tell about the whole thing. But unless I misread things totally, you've just witnessed the next step in your evolution. I adore you. It's obvious that Penelope adores Betty. I think that the same applies to Heather, Candice and the girls. All that passion you were talking about earlier. It doesn't just happen that simply. It's either there, or it's not. It might possibly develop over time if it didn't exist up front, but the odds are against it. Chemistry doesn't really work that way, at least between people. I think that tomorrow morning there are going to be four very thoughtful ladies at the breakfast table. Each one wondering how to ask the others if they can include the partner they had the evening before in the future of the group. Or at least that's what I'm hoping for from you." Jenny said. Denise turned her head to meet Jenny's lips. She kissed her tenderly. Jenny's lip quivered under hers and Denise suddenly realized that hers were too. The kiss deepened and suddenly both women moaned in pleasure as their bodies convulsed in orgasm. Denise was breathless when she finally pulled back from the kiss. "God Jenny. I do love you ever so much. I'd give anything if it worked out the way you are saying. I just think it's too soon to know." Denise said, hugging her to her. "Perhaps it is. But I do know that it is the only way it will work between us. You said yourself; odd numbers don't work. But I'll just bet you that it works better than any of you could possibly imagine. Penelope's been seeing Heather and Candice for almost a year now. Heather and Candice are obviously stable. The reason it probably wasn't all that stable between Penelope and them two, was because of the odd number. But merging that group with yours solves that. I'm the wild card that completes the hand. All I'm asking of you, is that you let the hand play out. I know the stakes are high; all of our future happiness. But I think it will work. I think it will work so damn well it scares the hell out of the lot of us. If it doesn't work. Well, I will accept you on whatever terms you will accept me. But I don't really see it happening in any other manner. Either it will be just you four, or it will be us eight." Jenny said. "God Jenny. I hope what you say it true... But I just don't know yet." Denise said. "I know. And if it doesn't work. Tonight may well be the only time you and I have left. I won't play the fifth wheel to you all. I love you all too much to let that happen." Jenny said. "It might work in a lesser degree. If it didn't work out between the girls and Heather and Candice." Denise suggested. "No, that wouldn't work. Betty would have Penelope, you would have me. There would be suppressed animosity from the girls that would eventually tear you apart. The only states that will work, are the stable ones." Jenny said. "What about Bobby? Doesn't he induce an instability?" Denise asked. "Not really. Because he was on the side. He was never included in your core relationship. And there is even a sort of symmetry there. He would be shared by Andrea and Betty. It was never really planned that you and Cindy would become involved with him. In fact I sort of doubt you ever would. But it was something that you all were willing to tolerate. You recognized it as being important to Andrea. You were all willing for that relationship to continue. But he was never considered in your marriage plans. Not for an instant." Jenny said. Denise realized the truth of that. He hadn't been. He was just a factor that they all dealt with as a condition for loving Andrea. A thought occurred to her. "There is another stable state. But I don't really see it occurring." she said. "What state is that?" Jenny asked, snuggling to her. "A bond between Bobby and another from outside our core. Someone we all get along with and love dearly." Denise said. "Who?" Jenny asked. "You." Denise said. "Me.... Oh, I see. Yes, that would probably be stable. But I honestly don't feel that way about Bobby." Jenny said. "Yes, I know that. It just occurred to me as a possibility..... Well, love. If it is possible that tonight may be our only time... Then lets make it a time to remember." Denise said, turning atop her. Their lips met and they were instantly hungry for every inch of contact between them. ------------------ Penelope had tears flowing down her cheeks. She was gasping for breath and her whole being glowed with the vibrancy of love. "What's the trouble, love?" Betty asked, feeling Penelope's tears on her shoulder. "God Betty. I never knew! I never knew it could be like this!" Penelope gasped. "I didn't know before Denise came along in my life. Since then.... Almost every day has been like this." Betty said. Penelope sobbed against her. Betty held her gently in her arms and tenderly caressed her. In fact she had been just as profoundly affected by Penelope as she apparently had been affected by her. It troubled her a bit. She found she wanted Penelope as a permanent part of her life. Now that she was really in her arms. She never wanted to let her go again. But she didn't know how that would sit with Denise and the others. She didn't know how it could work. She was afraid that the inclusion of Penelope would destroy her relationship with the others. She knew it would. They had learned the lesson of odd numbers with June. Not that there was any comparison between June and Penelope. Just like there was no comparison between June and Jenny. The thought of Jenny introduced an idea to Betty. But it was a fleeting thought. Jenny had Jake. And what of the girls? It had to be stable to work. Then she thought back to earlier in the evening. How the girls had reacted to Candice and Heather. She turned it over in her mind as she comforted Penelope. She kissed softly at her tears and held her tightly. After a time, Penelope was somewhat calmer. "Dear heart. Tell me *all* about Heather and Candice." Betty asked. --------------- At that moment, Heather and Candice cried out in unison as they each lifted their hips off the sofa. Cindy and Andrea followed their movements adroitly. They had played the pair like a fine duet. Pumping them up to levels of passion that neither had ever dreamed of previously. At the same time there was a bond between the couples. Even now Heather and Candice grasped hands as did Cindy and Andrea. The two younger women skillfully used their tongues to slow the decent of the others. Only when both were softly cooing together did the Cindy and Andrea lean together and share their respective flavors in a kiss. Somehow Heather and Candice gravitated together as well. They had shared something previously unknown to them. Something incredibly special. The two younger women had touched their souls and opened their hearts. Now they leaned together and shared a soft, sensual kiss that strengthened the bond they felt between them. Cindy and Andrea felt their own bond strengthen. They had worked together as a flawless team. Instinctively doing exactly what they needed to keep the second pair in perfect sync. They shared a knowing look between them, then each climbed up atop her ward. The two older women threw their arms around their necks and hugged them fiercely. Then they kissed. It was a feeling unlike they had ever known before. A feeling that they never wanted to lose again. The kiss was long and deep. It was like their souls merged. Both women quivered as the younger two finally lifted their heads to gaze into their eyes. "Teach us. Please." Heather asked. "Yes, please. Teach us how to make you two feel as you've made us feel." Candice asked. "I think we can do that. Don't you think, Cindy?" Andrea asked, reaching over to caress her loves shoulder. "Yes, we most certainly can. But I think this calls for a little one on one tutoring." Cindy suggested. "Yes. I agree. See you in the morning?" Andrea asked. "Uh-huh." Cindy replied, holding Heather's gaze as she caressed her body. "Kiss me goodnight?" Andrea asked Cindy, but holding Candice's gaze with her own. "Always and forever." Cindy replied, gently sliding off of Heather but holding her gaze. The two of them held their respective gazes until the last moment, then they turned together and their bodies merged in a perfect fit that they had come to know and love so well. They kissed tenderly and passionately. Finishing up just nibbling softly on the corners of each others lips. Heather and Candice watched them closely and then felt compelled to duplicate what they saw. They both thoroughly enjoyed what they experienced. Their first lesson together from these lithe, lovely young women. They parted just as softly, their gazes locked together. "I love you. See you in the morning." Heather said. "I love you too. Yes, I look forward to it." Candice replied. Cindy and Andrea each extended a hand to them, and they moved in a trance to accept them. Then they each led them off to their respective beds for the night. Cindy to the guest room and Candice to the bed in her room out in the extension. They hardly noticed the temperature as they exited the main house and entered the French doors into the extension. There, it was warm and comfortable. In moments they were in the bed. Cindy and Heather were similarly entrenched in the guest room. Some time later they all slept. Having tenderly caressed each other to sleep. Each with a feeling of profound love for the woman in their arms. Chapter Thirty Denise awoke with Jenny's warm body snuggled to her. It felt as good as anything she had ever known. The previous evening, their lovemaking had been alternately passionate and driven and soft and tender. All of it had been sweet and caring. Jenny stirred in her arms and their lips found each other without thought. Elsewhere, a similar scene was being played out as each couple stirred. Morning kisses led to lovemaking that was tender and deeply felt by all. Each of the *Alvey clan* found herself wondering how to approach the others about the concept of including the woman in her arms into their happiness. "God, I envy you. I wish this could go on forever." Heather said, blissfully fulfilled in Cindy's arms. "So do I." Cindy replied, somewhat troubled inside. --------------- Candice clung tightly to Andrea. The woman had touched her very deeply inside. "I..... " she faltered. "I know. I love you too." Andrea said, kissing her softly. "You do?" Candice asked. "Yes... A person cannot feel what we just did without loving as we do." Andrea said, wondering how she was going to approach the others. --------------- "I love you so much. I never want to leave your arms again. But I don't wish to interfere with the happiness the others give you. They are good for you. You are a different woman than you were. A much happier woman. I could never stand in the way of that, but I wish there was a place in your life for me." Penelope said, snuggled to Betty. "Yes. I want you in my life.. forever. But I have to talk to the others." Betty said, her insides in turmoil. ----------------- Denise was contemplative. Thinking about what her and Jenny had talked about the evening before. Jenny was quiet. Content with whatever fate Denise decided for her. She lay snuggled to her softly caressing her. Feeling the texture of Denise's smooth skin under her finger tips. "I have to talk to the others." Denise said. Jenny simply nodded against her. -------------------- End of section of Savant. Post comments to: deanajohns@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----