Lucy sighed, and said 'So what happens now?'
'I can see only 3 possible outcomes. First, I try to keep putting them off. I think you know as well as I do how well that will work. Second, I verbally chase them away. If I do that, I figure one of two things will happen: either they'll get mad and tell someone what did happen, and perhaps even accuse me of more; or they'll decide that they're going to get what they want, and find someone else to go to.'
'You said 3 possibilities, and you've only mentioned two. What's the third?'
I looked surprised, and said 'I thought that was obvious: let it continue the way it has – I keep giving them chances to back out and go somewhere else, while trying to slow things down as much as I can.'
'There's a fourth choice, you know.', she told me.
'What's that?', I asked.
'*I* go to the law and make the complaint.'
'You told me earlier that you weren't pissed enough to make any trouble for me, so I didn't include that one.', I replied. 'If you're that pissed after all, then yes, it's another choice.'
She made a face at me, and said 'I think you're right about trying to put it off – it'll only make them that more determined, until they get tired of waiting, then they'll likely get mad and do something they'll regret later. Trying to push them away will only land you in jail faster.'
She thought some more, and finally said 'I know, I think, what kind of guy you are. I know that you're not the one instigating this, and I know that you're not pushing it – hell, I damn near had to throw myself at you before you'd do ME, so I*know* you're not going to risk jail for a couple of teenyboppers. I know you're kind, and gentle and patient, so I guess the only thing to do is to trust that you'll be even more considerate of them, and let it happen. It gripes the hell out of me, but I like you, too, and don't want to see anything happen to you. Dammit, I just wish to hell I'd seen what was happening!'
I didn't think she was in any mood to be held, so I just took her hand in mine and asked 'When you were that age, did you have any secrets from YOUR folks?'
'Damn right I did!'
'They ever find out?'
Seeing where I was going, she reluctantly admitted 'No, they never did, really.'
I let her sit there, getting used to the idea, until she looked at me again, and asked 'You know what's going to be the bitch about this, don't you?'
'What?'
'Wondering what you're going to do, and wondering if I'll know when it happens. I damn well know that YOU'LL never tell me!', she said, grumpily.
I smiled, and told her 'From what I've seen of Sandra, I suspect that she'll tell you – not in words, but from her behavior.
If it happens with Robyn,' – 'When it happens, I think!', Lucy declared – 'I don't know. She might tell you in words, you might be able to guess from the way she acts, or you might make yourself crazy wondering if or when it happens or happened at all.'
She gave me a rueful smile, and said 'I think you're probably right about Robyn, and me. I know Sandra only enough to realize that I*don't* know her – I would never have thought she'd do anything like this.'
That settled, she glanced at her watch, and said 'Oh, hell. I'd better get back to make sure they go to bed on time.', followed a moment later with 'Well, I guess that explains the moans I heard the last couple of nights – I thought maybe Sandra was having a bad dream, but now I know better, I guess. At least now I know what's going on, so I won't barge in on them to comfort whichever one was having a nightmare.'
Then, a few seconds later, she glanced at me, blushed slightly, and said 'Actually, it kinda makes me hot, knowing what they're doing – even if it IS my daughter involved. That Sandra is the cutest thing I've ever seen; I wish*I'D* looked like that at her age!' With that admission, she blushed again, and quickly found her way to the door, and went home.
The next morning, Friday, I finally got a call from my client, letting me know that their engineers had finally settled on something, and informing me that they would be emailing me the changes. Since my contracts were for a fixed price on the software, I always made sure to include a penalty clause in it so the client would have motivation not to leave me hanging while they got their act together in situations like this.
A few minutes later, my email client beeped, announcing that the new specifications had arrived as promised. I looked them over, and saw that some of the design parameters had changed – pretty normal for this client, I thought, knowing that another clause of the contract specified an additional charge when the specs changed. I let them know that I'd received the changes, and reminded them of the additional charge they'd incurred. Their reply accepted the additional charges, and I went to work. Fortunately, I knew enough about what they were doing to anticipate the change, and had written my code accordingly. It wasn't going to be easy making the necessary changes, but it sure wasn't going to be the hassle it could have been, either.
I hadn't any more than gotten myself organized when the doorbell rang; when I answered, I found Sandra and Robyn on the doorstep. I invited them in, and showed them the email that I'd received before explaining to them that I was going to be pretty busy for the next couple of days. Both looked disappointed, but with the evidence of the email, they accepted the necessity fairly well.
Still, I made time for them, and we sat in the living room for a few minutes, talking, as we had something to drink – coffee for me, Kool Aid for them. When they'd finished their drinks, both gave me a kiss and hug before heading for the pool so that I could get to work. And I did work, over the entire weekend, making the changes needed to get my client back on track for their project. Another clause in my contract called for a bonus if my software was finished ahead of their development schedule, so I was quite willing to work over the weekend.
That's not to say that I didn't have some 'time off' – Lucy invited me over for supper on Saturday evening, and the four of us enjoyed a nice meal of sub sandwiches and chips while we watched a couple of movies on their VCR. For the first one, Lucy let Robyn and Sandra sit next to me on the couch while she pretended not to notice the occasional bit of touching and groping. For the second movie, she insisted on her right to be with me, too, and the two of us lay on the couch, me behind her, while covered with a sheet ('to block off some of the draft from the air conditioner' was her excuse – one the girls saw right through). During the second movie, Lucy and I had a tough time following the plot, since we were engaged in some mutual molestation which the girls wisely didn't comment on, even though they clearly knew what we were doing. In fact, they even did a little molesting, themselves. I know Lucy saw some of it because I could feel her nipple get even harder in my hand when they did it; and she would press herself back against my erection.
When the second movie ended, Lucy had Robyn and Sandra rewind the movies and generally clear up our supper dishes as she and I got ourselves 'back together' – her, to fasten her clothing, me, to let my erection subside.
The girls, of course, suspected the reason, and had the courtesy to take their time about getting things done; something that I, at least, appreciated: despite the end of her groping, my nearness to Lucy slowed down the process of letting my penis deflate to something less noticeable.
Finally, though, it was down to a manageable size, and Lucy got up, saying 'You two can have a bowl of ice cream, then it's time for bed.' The accepted her pronouncement well, and when they left the room, whispered to me 'If you don't mind, I'll be over after they go to bed.', to which I replied 'Mind? Hell, no!', earning me a grin, and gentle nudge in the ribs, from her.
With that, I told the girls 'goodnight', and made my way back to my own apartment; a half hour later, there was a soft knock at the door, which I knew to be Lucy. I opened the door for her, and after she came in, we hugged and kissed before heading into the living room.
Once seated on the couch – her tucking into my side, my arm around her – she told me 'I saw those two. You know,*touching*. All evening. When they were sitting with you – and don't think I didn't see you touching back, either, Mister! – and when they were on the floor. I hate to admit it, but it made me kinda horny, you know?'
'Why do you hate to admit it?', I asked.
She looked up at me, surprised, and said 'Huh? What do you mean?'
'You just said you hated to admit that it made you kinda horny. Why do you hate admitting it?', I replied.
She thought about it a moment, and told me 'Well, for starters, it was two
