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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