There was nothing we could do. Mike got dressed and we drove home. Mike was as upset as I, but I was a little cheered to learn that he had realized, too, that jealousy was destructive. So at least it all hadn't been for naught. Still, we were pretty sure we had lost Susan. Our only hope was that she would change her mind.
It took me a long time to get to sleep that night. It was five in the morning and I was already exhausted, but the end of the evening came back to haunt me. I tossed and turned, thinking about Susan and about all that had transpired.
When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed a new variety of the lesbian dream I had been having for weeks. This time, Susan wasn't in the dream. It was the Eurasian woman who had been in the dream when I first had it. The dream had changed, however, from the original dream. Now when I walked towards the woman, she moved farther and farther away. The dream was torture. I awoke in a cold sweat, my heart pounding away, my throat dry. Then I calmed myself and went back to sleep, only to have the dream repeat itself.
I wasn't sure exactly what the dream meant. I knew Susan was probably lost to us, so I wasn't surprised at her absence from the dream. But what did the rest mean? Would I ever again enjoy the tasty flesh of another woman? Should I continue to search for a woman who would provide lesbian and three-way sex for Mike and I? Or was my search hopeless?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mike and I felt sure Susan would leave us. When we woke up on the day of her departure, we were depressed. We wouldn't have felt as badly if we had known that we would see her again. Yet she hadn't mentioned any possibility of that.
Susan came back the next morning in a taxi. We were surprised. We had expected Jimmy to drive her over from his house to ours.
'Are you going back to Jimmy and Cynthia's?' Mike asked her when she arrived.
'No. I just didn't want to come back here last night,' she told us.
'Where are you going?' I asked, hoping against hope that she would stay with us, but knowing inside that she would not.
'I don't know,' she answered. 'I guess I'll hitchhike around having some fun.'
'Are you angry at us?' I asked.
'Not angry. Disappointed,' she said.
'I'm sorry, Susan,' I told her. 'We did learn the lesson, but we were pretty late in learning it. Please stay.'
'I can't. It might work, but I can't forget about what happened. I'd always be worried the jealousy would come back. I can't live like that.'
Suddenly, her facial expression softened. She smiled at us warmly. 'Look, I love you both,' she said. 'I had a great time, except for the jealousy thing the last few days. I'm gad I lived with you for a while and I'm glad I learned something new. I'll always be grateful for that.'
Was her resolve weakening? I wondered. I hoped so.
'Susan, don't go,' I begged. I had lost all pride. I wanted her to stay and would have done anything to convince her.
'I promise we won't be jealous. Stay and everything will be great, just like at the beach,' I told her pleadingly.
'Sorry. I have to go away. You promised me before. I was pretty sure then that it wouldn't work, but I tried. Now I must leave.'
I knew we had lost. The only thing left to do was to make our farewell as enjoyable as possible.
'Do you mind if we kiss you good-bye?' I asked.
'Of course not. Let me pack up first,' Susan answered. I think she was afraid her resolve might weaken in our arms and she wanted to be all ready to go in case she felt tempted to stay.
She went to her room, packed quietly, then put her bags near the door. She walked up to us and stood in front of us, looking rather uncomfortable.
'Well, I guess I'd better be going,' she said. 'Would you mind driving me out to the interstate highway so I can hitch a ride out there?' she asked.
'Of course not,' Mike said. 'Let's have our kiss good-by first though.'
I expected Susan to stand still, forcing us to take the initiative. I guess she felt she had made us suffer enough. She walked up to Mike, threw her arms around him and kissed him hard on the lips. He tried to hug her tightly, but she squirmed away.
I was next. Susan kissed me just as hard. I kissed her back fervently, knowing it would be the last time I felt her soft lips, the last time her tongue touched mine. I tried to push her to the floor. I wanted to eat her cunt once more, not to convince her to stay, but purely for the pleasure of tasting that delightful snatch one last time.
I gently pressed on her shoulders, hoping she would sink to the floor, but she resisted. She kept kissing me, even pushed her body against mine, but she wouldn't let our embrace progress any further than that.
Mike walked up to us and put his arms around us both. He was behind Susan, reaching his arms around her and around me, too. He pressed against her hard from behind. It was almost as if Mike and I wanted to weld the three of us together, to bind us so tightly that she couldn't leave. We really had no intention of preventing her from leaving, however. It was only that we wanted to savor the feel of her flesh for one last time. If we couldn't bury ourselves in her pussy or hide our heads between her ripe melon-like tits, then we would at least rub our bodies against hers and be as close to her as possible for as long as possible.
Finally, Susan disengaged herself from us. I could see that Mike had a hard-on. My own cunt was dripping juice. Nevertheless, Susan's mind had been made up. She was going to leave and we were not to sample all her charms before she left. It was frustrating, but we both knew it could really be no other way. Otherwise, her departure would drag on and, in the end, probably be more painful for us all.
We drove her out to the interstate. Our final good-bye was almost perfunctory. She gave us each a peck on the cheek and got out of the car. Mike helped her with her luggage.
'Please write,' I told her, but I knew she wouldn't. It was over.
Our last sight of her is still a sad memory for me – her beautiful smile flashing at the drivers of the cars that sped by, then one car stopping and Susan getting in.
I cried bitterly most of the way home. Mike didn't cry, of course, but he was rather subdued and sad. Then, all of a sudden, my mood changed.
'Mike, we shouldn't be sad. Everything will be fine from now on. We found Susan easily so we'll be able to find someone else, maybe not someone as spectacular as Susan, but I'm sure someone attractive. We'll just have to be patient. Now that we have conquered our jealousy, we won't have any problems at all.'
Mike looked incredulous for a moment. Then a smile spread across his handsome face. 'You're right, Lori. Let's stop and get a paper.'
There wasn't anything promising in the paper that week, but I knew everything would turn out okay. My dreams had never lied. That week, I had the same dream every night, a dream that I had for the first time right before Susan's arrival.
I dreamed that I was on the four-poster bed, naked, half-asleep, while a beautiful young girl waited at the door. I coaxed her in, got her to lie on the bed, then relaxed her with a gentle massage. Then, I ate her pussy. One lick of her succulent snatch and the dream ended. I woke up each time I had the dream, but I wasn't worried. I knew now that my dreams never lied!
