While it burbled and hissed, I sat down on one of the stools, and thought over the events of the previous day and evening. I couldn't help but wonder what the changes would do to Sandra and Robyn; that they'd be good changes I didn't doubt, but exactly how it would affect them, I couldn't decide.
When the coffee finished, I quickly poured myself a cup, and after letting it cool a bit, took a sip – and immediately felt much better.
The next few minutes, I continued my contemplations on how my life would change with not just two, but now four, attractive, sexually alive young women in it. I didn't think the changes would be bad, but I wasn't sure if they would be good, either – but that there would be changes was never in question.
While pouring myself a second cup, I was mildly surprised to see Susan walk into the kitchen. When she saw me, she gave me a radiant smile as she sat on a stool facing me, and said 'That was the best night's sleep I've had in a long time. Now I know why Jan told me I was going to lose so bad, too – I never really had a chance, did I?', with a grin.
'Nope. I'm sneaky, you see.', I told her as I grinned back.
'Well, it's a sneaky I could learn to like – in about two seconds, I think! Uh, I could tell when you were getting close to my, uh, between my legs; but when you didn't get any closer, I just let you keep going – what you were doing was feeling so good. Now I really understand what you meant about 'sensual' – that massage was something sensual, if ever there was one; but it wasn't really sexual – even though I could feel myself getting kind of, um, excited. Now I know why Jan said that they make it sexual, after you give them a massage!'
I smiled at her, and said 'Thank you – I enjoyed it, too.'
She looked at me for a moment, her head tilted, and said 'Yeah, I believe you did. And you know what?'
'What's that?'
'I'm glad. I like being touched by you that way, and if you like doing it, then that just makes the whole thing even better, doesn't it?'
'Yup. Want some coffee?'
'You better believe it – that's what woke me up.'
I poured her a cup, which she promptly ruined by putting cream and sugar in it.
Watching her, I said 'Some people. Can't drink coffee without messing it up with stuff. Ought to be a law. Damn sissy.'. teasing her.
'Yeah, well, I am a girl, if you hadn't noticed.'
I laughed, and said 'Yeah, I've noticed. Kinda hard not to!'
She blushed slightly, but didn't say anything as she took a sip of her concoction.
After we'd both had a couple of swallows, she suddenly started a bit, saying 'Oh, my!'
'What?'
'I almost forgot!'
'Almost forgot what?'
'Our bet!'
I laughed a bit, and told her 'Susan, it's okay. Really. If you want to kiss me because you want to kiss me, that's fine; but you don't have to because of any bet.'
'But I do want to. Not just because of the bet, but because of how nice you've been – not just about me, but having all of us here, and all that.'
'In that case, I'll be happy to kiss you.'
With that, she got up from where she was sitting, and moved over to stand in front of me. Taking my hands and putting them around her, she stepped closer to hug me as she gave me a kiss. A long one. Long enough, in fact, that we were surprised by the sound of a cupboard being opened.
Susan suddenly stepped back from me, and turned to see that Kelly was standing there looking at us, a small smile on her lips. Susan blushed, and started to say something when Kelly shushed her, saying 'It's okay.
You want to kiss him, kiss him. You want to jump his bones, here in the kitchen, go for it. Just let me get some coffee first, okay?' – and then gently guiding Susan back in front of me.
Susan stared as Kelly poured herself a cup of coffee. When Kelly turned, she saw Susan staring at her, and asked 'What? Is there a bug in my hair? A booger in my nose? What?'
Susan looked at me, and I just smiled and shrugged. She turned back to Kelly and asked 'Y.. You don't mind? Really?'
'No, why should I?'
'But…'
'Look,' Kelly interrupted, telling her 'I'm fine. I love him. I trust him. I love you. I trust you. If you want to, and he wants to, then I'm cool with it. Listen to me: he's got enough love inside him that he could give you more than you could handle, and still have more than enough for me, and Jan, and Robyn, and Sandra, and anyone else that turned up. With him, it's not about sex, it's about loving. Afraid we'll be jealous, or mad? Don't be. I get enough love from him to keep me delirious. So does Jan. So will Sandra, and Robyn. You want some of his love? Take all you want – none of the rest of us will ever notice any missing. Want to haul him off to another room and hump his brains out? Good luck – I'll take bets that you wear out before he does. But there isn't a person in this house that would give it a second's thought – because we love him, too. Enough that if it made him happy to want to make love with you – because it would make you happy – then we'd be happy, too, because he was happy.'
Susan just looked at her, as Kelly took a sip of her coffee, and went on 'He has made me so happy, in so many ways, that I couldn't be upset about something that made him feel good. If I did, it would be like I was dishonoring him – because he isn't jealous about stuff like that.
Jan feels the same way – we've talked about it, and we both understand that it gets back to wanting to make ourselves better people, so that we're more like him. I'd bet that Sandra and Robyn do, too, for the same reason. I figure it this way: the only reason that he would make love with someone is because he knew that they wanted to do it to be happy – to feel good, like when you kiss, only more. And we know him well enough to know that that's the only reason he would make love with someone -and that making love to them for that reason would make him happy.
Understand?'
Susan nodded, and then turned to look at me.
Kelly looked at me too, a smile on her face, before leaving Susan and I alone.
Even as she was leaving, Susan looked into my eyes, and told me 'Dan, I realize that I do love you. So much that, If you wanted me to, I'd even make love with you.'
'Except that it's not whether*I* want us to make love, Susan, it's if you want us to.'
'I know. I guess that's part of the reason that I love you. And it proves to me, by myself, that I'm right to trust you – because I know that you wouldn't make love to me for any other reason. I mean, I'm standing here, naked, in front of you. You can see my breasts and between my legs, and everything; just like I can see you while you sit there, just as naked. I'm not embarrassed now, like I was, at first, last night – either to have you see me, or to look at you. I know you said you think I'm pretty' – she quickly put a finger on my lips to silence me -'and that makes me feel pretty. And I know that you like to touch me, just like I like having you touch me – and like touching you.
I'm still not ready to make love, but I understand what Kelly said, and if I was ready, I would take you into one of the other rooms, and see if she was right about which one of us wore out first! But until then, I'll be happy with this.' – and moved into my arms again, giving me a much more substantial kiss that the first one.
More intimate, too.
And longer.
Lots longer.
When we finally broke apart, she was panting slightly, and her nipples were erect. We stood there, looking into each other's eyes for a bit, until a movement got my attention.
Looking over her shoulder, I could see Jan and Sandra standing there, watching us. When Susan notice I wasn't looking at her, she turned around – and saw them, too. I could see her ears pinkened a little in embarrassment at having an audience, but otherwise, she didn't seem to have any reaction.
Robyn, though, did.
'See, I told you they'd have to come up for air, some time.', she said.
'Yeah, but I think both of them showed surprising breathing control, don't you?', Jan responded.
