Serendipity - Version Alpha

by Lubrican

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Chapter Seven

It was two days before the front door opened and the now two musketeers came in just like always. I was at the computer, working. I'd neglected work for the last week. I thought I had a pretty good excuse, but still, I needed to catch things up. When I heard them come in I got up and went to the door of my office.

"Hey," I said in greeting. "What's up?"

"Swimming," said Ashley.

"Ahhh," I said. "Have fun."

"Can we use Kat's room to change?"

"Sure," I said.

"Come swim with us in a little while?" asked Emma.

"I need to keep going, but a break will be nice in half an hour or so," I said.

"Okay," she replied.

It all seemed completely normal. It was like things had magically returned to the way they were the year before. Except that the girls wanted to swim in my pool despite the fact that Caitlin wasn't there. But that was the only difference. And it was kind of nice having them around like this, because it made the pain of Caitlin leaving more bearable somehow. It hadn't been this painful in years past. So having them around was kind of soothing, in a way.

I did work another half hour, and then I stood and stretched. I went to my bedroom and, along the way, passed the room that I thought of as Caitlin's, even though she only used it one month out of the year. Two sets of street clothes had been tossed negligently on her bed. I got my suit on and went downstairs.

Where I found two girls sunbathing in the nude.

Their hair was still wet, so they had been swimming, but now they were laid out, legs slightly spread, luscious pussies on display, in my back yard.

I developed an erection. I was not surprised.

Still, I knew how possessive Caitlin was. And they did too.

"I should take a picture," I said. "And send it to Kat." I used their nickname for her to reinforce the value of their relationship with her.

Ashley lifted her head. She was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn't see her eyes, but I knew she was looking at me.

"She's seen us like this hundreds of times," she said.

The thought of all three girls "seeing" each other naked, which of course meant a lot more than merely "seeing" didn't help with trying to banish my erection.

"You know what I mean," I said.

The girl lay her head back down. This time, when she spoke, it looked like she was talking to the sky. Her voice even sounded like she was so bored she was talking to no one.

"What you mean is that you think Kat would be mad that we're trying to seduce you. But you're wrong about that."

"Am I?"

Emma sat up and took her sunglasses off. She turned on the chaise and faced me, knees primly together, which only made the eroticism of her nakedness even greater.

"Ashley is trying to be all grown up about this," she said. "What happened was that when Kat left, she said we could play with you. She used that exact word and made us say it back to her. She said we could play with you, but that was all."

"What does that mean?" I asked, genuinely curious. Then my mind jiggled and I remembered Caitlin's talk of wanting to marry me, and of me being the father of her children, and how if that didn't work out for some reason, the only women she could stand me being with were her two best friends. She had said I could play with them, and had emphasized the word "play" with me too. I had more or less dismissed it at the time, thinking she was joking. Then I remembered the huddle at the airport.

"This conversation happened at the airport, right? I'm going to go out on a limb, here. She said you weren't allowed to fall in love with me, right?" I asked.

"How'd you know that?" asked Emma, her eyes wide. "You were too far away to hear us."

"She sort of had the same conversation with me," I said. "She gave me permission to 'play' with you too, as long as I didn't fall in love with either of you."

"Well there you go," said Ashley, still talking to the sky.

I noticed her nipples, which had been flat as a board when I first walked out, were now well defined.

"So you want to play," I said.

Finally Ashley sat up, too. She turned to face me, like her friend had. Her knees were not nearly as close to each other as Emma's were.

"We talked about it," she said. "Em and me, I mean. It's like this. Guys our age can be a pain sometimes. They like to brag to each other about what they did with a girl they took out. It's bad enough when they just tell lies, but if you really do something with them, it's even worse. Plus all the cute guys are taken."

"How sad for you," I said, smiling.

She ignored my gentle barb. "Plus, there's the whole thing about getting the guy to use a condom. The point is that neither of us have a boyfriend, and even if we did, it's stupid to let them go too far, and you're safe. We girls have needs, you know."

I almost laughed, but controlled it.

"I thought you shared Lester and ..." I couldn't remember what Ashley called hers. "Whatever you call Ashley's," I said lamely.

Emma looked shocked. "She told you about that?" Ashley's head came up again, but she didn't say anything.

"It was part of her argument about how I wouldn't hurt her if I put it in her," I said. I was a little amazed at how intimate this conversation was. I still thought of them as the girls next door. I'd fantasized about seeing them like this plenty of times. Now that fantasy had come true. And they'd both sucked my cock. Even so, it seemed awfully intimate somehow. It was a weird world for me at that moment in time.

"She was right," said Ashley. "She said it didn't hurt for even a second when you did it."

"She told you about that?" I asked, a little weakly. I thought I had some idea of how Emma felt.

"Of course she did. We're best friends. She told us everything," said Ashley.

"So where does that leave us?" I asked.

"It leaves us naked, and you with your clothes on," said Ashley.

"And you two came over to ... um ... play?"

Ashley spoke again. "Emma is curious about what doing it with a real man is like."

Emma looked away, for some reason. I thought that was funny in a bizarre kind of way too. Here she was, sitting in front of me stark naked, and yet she could still be modest. I didn't think she was being coy. Ashley might behave that way, but I thought "coy" was a bit beyond Emma's talents at this stage. Emma was just a sweet girl who was curious in the same way millions of other girls had been curious. She had a lot more experience with other girls than she did males, but she had also decided she wasn't a lesbian, so her curiosity about men was still sharp. That didn't mean she was ready to dive right in, though. Assuming I was reading her right. In any case, I didn't want to apply any pressure. Instead, I teased Ashley.

"But you're not," I said. "Having all this experience with men and all," I said.

"I didn't say that at all," she said, embarrassed not in the slightest. "You and I both know what would happen if anybody found out what Kevin and I do. But if somebody found out you were fucking me, it wouldn't be the end of the world."

"Except for the prison part, of course," I said, acidly.

"We checked. The age of consent in Oklahoma is sixteen. They can't arrest you for having sex with either of us."

"That doesn't mean your parents would approve," I said.

"Parents never approve of anybody having sex," said Ashley. "It's like some rule that all parents learn about as soon as they have a baby. It's stupid, because if their kids never have sex, then the human race will die out."

"It's not quite as simple as that," I said. "Your parents want you to choose a good mate, someone you will stay with for the rest of your life. You can have sex with that mate as often as you like. That's the rule."

"And that is what led to all those arranged marriages they used to force on kids," argued Ashley. "If parents were smart, they'd encourage their kids to have lots of sex before they get married. Then there wouldn't be so many hormones involved in choosing that mate you're talking about."

"What an interesting argument," I said.

"It's true!" said Ashley, apparently thinking I was being sarcastic. "Right now, if a cute guy pays attention to you, all you can think about is what it might be like being naked with him and ... stuff." Her nipples were rock hard now. "But if we weren't horny all the time, we'd be able to use our brains to choose the best guy for us."

I still thought she was trying to simplify a very complex matter, but it was amazing that a girl as young as her could glimpse how possible it is for passion to cause people make bad decisions.

Speaking of passion and bad decisions ... my cock was iron hard at that moment.

"There would have to be some rules," I said.

"You have to wear a condom and we can't fall in love with you," said Ashley, promptly.

"I'm not allowed to fall in love with either of you, as well," I added.

"Like that could ever happen," said Emma, finally breaking her silence.

I thought that was interesting.

"I need to tell you something," I said.

"Adults always want to talk about things," sighed Ashley.

"I need to tell you something about me," I said.

"Go ahead," said Ashley, with exaggerated patience.

"I don't just fuck around."

Neither of them said anything. I think they were confused.

"What I mean is that I don't go pick up women at bars, just so I can get a woman in bed. If I take a woman to bed, I have to feel something for her."

"That's called being horny," suggested Ashley.

"No, it's not," I said, exaggerating my own patience with my voice. "I have to really like a woman before I'll go to bed with her."

"You don't like us?" Emma's voice sounded tragic.

"Of course I like you," I said. "That's the problem. Let me ask you a question. What happens if you really like a guy and he asks you out on a date?"

"That's a good thing," said Ashley.

"And say things go really well, and you fuck like bunnies. What happens then?"

"You get satisfied?"

"How do you feel about Kevin, Ashley?"

Her response was both unconscious and instant.

"I love him."

"Exactly," I said, triumphantly.

"I don't get it," said Emma.

"Like leads to love," I said. "It's the most normal thing in the world. If you really like someone and then get intimate with them, it leads to falling in love. And we're not allowed to fall in love. I already like both of you. Caitlin said that you both have crushes on me. Whether that's true or not, if we mess around, it is entirely possible that things might not turn out to be all that happy."

"We won't fall in love with you," snorted Ashley. "You're old!"

"And what if I fall in love with one of you?" I asked, ignoring her unintentional sexual gaffe.

"You can't," said Ashley. "You're in love with Kat."

"You think it's impossible to love more than one person at a time?" I asked. "Don't buy into that one true love stuff. You can fall in love with dozens of people in your lifetime. Just because society doesn't approve of it doesn't mean it can't happen."

Ashley went into exaggerated patience mode again.

"Look, Mr. Simmons, you're a nice guy and all that. You're probably the coolest adult we know. But we're not going to fall in love with you. I don't even want to fall in love right now. There are too many things I want to do before some guy ties me down, and I think Em feels the same way. We just want a man we can come to when we get the itch. And it will help you too because Kat isn't here and if you have us, you won't get horny and be tempted to do something stupid with some other woman."

"There's still the problem of my feelings for you getting too involved," I said. "You know why I'm not married? I'm not married because every time I get intimate with a woman, I fall in love with her and want to marry her. And with me, it happens pretty quickly. In fact, it always seemed to happen long before any of those women were interested in making things permanent, which is why they all dumped me."

"I think we can handle you," said Ashley, with typical teenaged bravado. She really had no clue.

"This really isn't a good idea," I said.

"This is a wonderful idea," said Ashley, smugly.

I gathered my courage.

"No," I said.

"What do you mean, no?" asked Ashley.

"I mean no, I will not just hop into bed with you two." The image of me in bed with both of them at the same time made my prick jump in my pants. "Either of you," I corrected, which did not help at all.

"You can't say no!" said Ashley, who sounded outraged. "Kat said we could have you!"

"Play with him," corrected Emma, who looked consternated.

"Call it what you like," I said, "but it's a bad idea. There's a chance it would end up hurting Caitlin, and none of us want to do that."

"That's not fair!" argued Ashley.

"Give it some time," I said. "I think you'll realize I'm right."

"Can we still come over?" asked Emma.

"Of course," I said.

"Can we still skinny dip?" she asked.

"I can live with that," I said, imagining myself watching them do that through a window while I beat off.

"Okay, then," said Emma. "Problem solved."

You may have gotten the impression that Ashley was the ringleader of the musketeers. I thought that on many occasions. But time ... and intimate contact ... would finally reveal the truth of the matter.

It was really Emma who made things happen in that little group.

Emma was probably the most intelligent of the three. I'm referring to her IQ. And she had the capability to examine a person and figure out what made that person tick. I'm convinced that she should have become a psychologist. And she practiced this talent on the other two musketeers. All the time they felt sorry for poor, innocent little Emma, she was tugging at this strand, or gently pushing that button, until things ended up like she thought they should. But, like the super hero doesn't use his powers for personal gain, Emma didn't manipulate people to do things for her, exactly. It was more like she saw the potential of a half finished painting, and got her friends to finish it.

She "read" me too, of course. She was around me for days at a time, even though the aggregate of that time represented only a fraction of any given year. And during that time, she figured me out. She was the one who sensed that I could fall in love with my niece. She was the one who got the girls to think about me as a potential sexual partner. She was the one who sensed that what Caitlin felt for me was beyond the pale, on a social level.

She was the one who visualized the unfinished painting in which Caitlin and I became lovers. And, unknown to any of the others of us, encouraged that painting to be finished.

And she was the one who saw through my attempts to minimize my sexual contact with Ashley and herself.

Having this talent, she knew that my commitment to Caitlin was unshakable. She also knew that Ashley was telling the truth when she claimed she wasn't in the market for a man to fall in love with. So she was sure that the painting of a three way involving two of the musketeers and me could be finished. It would just take a little patience.

And guile.

None of us thought Emma had an ounce of guile in her. Turns out she was practically made of the stuff.

It began with flirting. It was that simple. When they came over, which was often, they flirted. Ashley wasn't privy to the plan, by the way. But when Emma flirted with me, Ashley did too. And I was kept off guard as well. She was brilliant, really. By reminding me nothing was going to happen, she made things happen. And they happened something like this.

I heard them come in, chatting like normal. I was working, but they both came into my office anyway.

"Hey, Mr. Simmons," said Emma, putting her hands on my shoulders and running them down to my chest as she bent over behind me. Her cheek slid along my hair, above my temple. "What'cha workin' on?"

"Stuff," I said. I was used to her touching me. She gave me hugs all the time, usually as a greeting or a leave-taking, but sometimes because, "I just need a hug."

"Come swimming with us?" she suggested, her hands stroking my pecks gently.

"You know I avoid you when you're naked," I said.

She giggled in my ear. "I know. It's sweet. But nothing's going to happen. It's just fun to be naked. Come on. You work too hard. Just come swim with is. That's all."

"Can I wear a suit?"

She giggled again. "If you want to. But we know you get hard for us. That's cute too. It makes us feel good."

I knew what would make me feel good, just about then.

But I did wear a suit.

For all the good that did me.

In the pool they frolicked and talked about various things. They were excited about starting their last year of high school, and what activities they anticipated being involved in. A couple of names of boys came up, but they were discussed with brutal efficiency. They gave me news about Kat, not knowing that she emailed me almost every day and I was already up to speed. There was a lot of standing around in the shallow end, as this conversation progressed, which meant that their young breasts were on display quite a bit. It was still warm, but the cooling effect of the water evaporating off their skin kept their nipples well defined. That kept me hard as a rock.

But that was it, except that, somehow, the back of Emma's hand brushed against the projection in the front of my trunks a couple of times. It was quite innocent. She'd go down in the water and wave her hands around, which is completely normal, and her hand would brush against my erection. She didn't give any indication that she was aware she'd touched me, and would then stand up again to continue talking.

I got used to swimming with them like that, though sometimes I left them in the pool to go back to work. It was on one of those occasions that, as I came downstairs after drying off and getting dressed, that I found them in the den, which I had to pass on my way to my office.

Perhaps it was the noises that drew my eyes, but when I looked, there was Ashley, splayed back on the couch, with her ass right on the edge of the cushion, with Emma happily slurping away at her pussy. Ashley was pulling at her nipples so hard it looked almost painful, and she was making this sort of honking kind of sound that I would later find out meant she was having an orgasm.

I had beaten off in the shower, which was my normal process after swimming with them. I was amazed to feel my penis thicken again as I saw Emma doing what was obviously fun for both of them. And, on all fours like she was, her own swollen pussy lips were on display, as if she was inviting someone to come up behind her and plug and play, so to speak.

The next escalation was when Emma asked if she could practice kissing with me. We had kissed before, but those had been quick, passionless kisses. In fact, she had just given me one of those and was still pressed against me.

"You know how to kiss," I said. "I've seen you kiss Caitlin and Ashley plenty of times."

"True," she said, "but you know kissing a man has to be different than kissing a girl. My mother says I have to start dating. She went through this whole tirade about how I should have had a dozen boyfriends by now, and if I don't get some experience with boys now, I won't be ready when I get to college and meet real men. It was just awful!"

"She's right," I said, falling into her trap. "You do need to see what different boys are like, and exercise those love muscles."

I know. It was stupid. But that's just what came out of my mouth.

"I know what love muscles Ashley would want to exercise," she giggled.

"Where is Ashley?" I asked, thinking about the fact that having Emma pressed against me was causing my penis to react.

"She had something to do," said Emma. "So how about it? Can we kiss for a while? Maybe you can give me some pointers on what to watch out for while I'm on a date."

"Why are you so intent on kissing your dates?" I asked. The thought of Emma pressed against some boy, and then making out with him didn't sit right with me.

"Because that's what you do on a date," she said. "Everybody knows that."

"If everybody told you to jump off a cliff, would you do that too?" I asked.

She stared at me for a few seconds and then laughed.

"I can't believe you said that!" she giggled. Her loins pressed against mine.

If I had taken a few seconds to think about all this, I'm sure I would have realized that Emma wasn't acting like Emma. Not like the Emma of previous summers anyway. Here was shy, innocent Emma rubbing her loins against me, wanting to make out. Had I been able to separate myself from the situation, it would have shocked me!

But I was like the proverbial frog, in a pan of water on the stove as it is warmed ever hotter, until the frog, not realizing it, is cooked.

And somehow - I'm not even sure how it happened - I ended up on the couch with Emma, and pretty soon we were snogging like pros. She kissed like Caitlin kissed and there was a moment when I had an epiphany that all of Caitlin's previous kissing experience had come from her Sapphic association with Ashley and Emma.

We had to break to breathe, and her hand boldly found the front of my pants.

"Are you hard?" she panted softly.

"Duh," I answered.

"Is this what my dates will feel like?" she asked, squeezing.

"Yes," I said.

"And is this the right time to offer to suck them so they won't want to have sex with me?"

"Probably," I said.

"Can I practice that on you, too?"

Which is how I ended up pretty much like I'd seen Ashley that time, splayed out on the couch, with Emma between her thighs. Except now Emma was between my thighs, and her head was bobbing as she "practiced" getting a mouthful of semen so that the boy would lose interest in having sex with her on her date.

Not to break the mood, but I want to point out one of the ways Emma played her little mind games.

If Ashley had said the same thing Emma did while we were making out, it would have come out like this: "And is this the right time to offer to blow them so they won't want to fuck anymore?" Emma used softer language, language that was somehow more intimate, and did not conjure up sordid images. At least sordid to me. I suppose there are plenty of men who "fuck" a woman, but I'm not one of them. That word seems remote, rather than intimate. Fucking is something you do to a woman, rather than with her. At least that's how I feel.

And I think it was that softer, more intimate language that sucked me in, when Emma was asking me to do something with her. But she had her bold side too. Such as the very next day, when the two of them came to swim. Again, they asked me to come in with them, and I did.

"So how was your 4-H thing last night?" asked Emma, lifting water in her hands and splashing it on her breasts.

"Boring," said Ashley. "It was a planning meeting."

"Oh," said Emma. "Too bad. I had a much better time. Bob taught me how to kiss and I practiced sucking his cock."

"What?" Ashley was outraged. I felt a little ambushed myself.

"It was just practice for when I'm on dates," said Emma, carelessly.

"Well that's not fair," said Ashley. "I don't get to suck his cock."

"He's right there," said Emma, giving me away with no compunction whatsoever.

Ashley walked through the water and invaded my personal space with her naked body. The inference was obvious.

Which is how I ended up naked, on the side of the pool, while Ashley made things "fair."

And after that, when I was invited to swim with them, we all skinny-dipped.

They usually both worked on me at the same time.

But they took turns on which one got to swallow my jism.

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