3 comments/ 9417 views/ 5 favorites Beebe and Petey Ch. 01 By: Valendon BeeBe and I lived out Aristotle's definition of friendship: "A friend is one soul which dwells in two bodies." For a bit over 6 decades we were best friends and best lovers-the kind that knew everything about each other. I'm not exaggerating a bit by using "everything!" We knew each other's best and worst moments, our embarrassments and joys our habits, our phrasing, our weaknesses and strengths. We could communicate as much with a moment's glance as others did in hours of earnest discussion. We were the kind of friends that, even after being apart for years, were instantly at ease and read each other like a book. Beebe is gone now. My heart aches. What follow are a series of stories about the adventures we enjoyed together. Writing about them is bringing cherished memories back fresh, and I'm alternately overjoyed and overcome. Neighbors, we'd played together since before memories began. BeeBe was a year older; his sister was my age. She was then and still is my best friend-female friend, anyway-and an absolute tie for the intimate friendship BeeBe and I enjoyed. Our families had the kind of open-door, community parenting that wasn't all that uncommon in the 50's and 60's. Both moms were at home until we were in high school. From an early age, we only had to say "I'm going out!" and out we went. When it was time to come in, someone yelled for us. Of course, "Out" meant the front or back yard, or the sidewalks in front of our houses. It included each other's houses, and any parent had equal reign over any kid. Dene (Denise) and I were thick as thieves and ever the co-conspirators. Until we started grade school, maybe even for a while after, we included BeeBe, but as we grew he gravitated to boys in the neighborhood and didn't want to associate with pesty little girls. We, of course, forbade boys from being within our sight! They became mortal enemies and the targets of our plots. We'd spy on them from Dene's room, listening through the registers. We'd sneak into their "fort" under the lilac bushes along the back fence and leave notes about their shortcomings. (You know, eloquent things like "Boys Stink.) BeeBe's real name was Chad, short for Chadwick Preston and it was hard to tell whether "BeeBe" or "Chadwick Preston" made him madder. Dene could use both in the way little sisters have perfected: "Oh CHAAAAAAAADWICK! Chadwick PRESSSSSSSSTON! with a "nyah nyah nyah" overtone. That usually resulted in Chadwick Preston trying to clobber her, but getting caught and punished before he could land any blows. Dene was good at the setup. The nickname couldn't be used around grown-ups or SHE was the one who caught it. BeeBe was an acronym for Booger Brain. Not original, but she loved the alliteration. She'd over-used it in front of their parents and they'd finally instituted punishments for saying it. If they were alone, or only kids were around, she'd use the full phrase-Booger Brain-to taunt or as a retort to one of his teases. "BeeBe" was usually hissed out under her breath when she didn't dare use the whole thing, and he couldn't dare retaliate. Chad and I were always able to talk about anything and everything. He and I were as free and open in our conversations as Dene and I were, even as we approached puberty, and surprisingly without reservation or embarrassment. We dished on who was doing what, with which and to whom, and giggled over the differences between a guy's description of an encounter and the girl's. He was glad to learn that his friends were pretty much lying about their exploits. We each had our own dating lives and girlfriends/boyfriends. I always told him that having him for a friend was like talking to a girlfriend with really excellent info on boys. He thought the same of me, in reverse. It was like having a spy in the enemy camp and we were careful not to let on how we knew "secret information." Things got hot between us eventually. They were bound to, I guess. That sequence began when Chad was in Jr. College and I was a high school senior. Dene scored a book titled "Candy." We were 18 by then, still resolutely virgins even though we were on the pill, but pretty naive about anything past french kissing and letting guys get to 2nd base. "Candy" was a send-up of Voltaire's "Candide" and featured a really clueless but gorgeous girl who met a series of guys. All of them wanted to fuck her, always by convincing her with some outlandish story. It made the rounds through all the girls in our group-the first we'd seen of erotic writing. One of the guys in the story claimed that there was no danger of making Candy pregnant because he could control his sperm. To prove it, he made a drop of "pre-cum" appear at the tip of his dick. That was the first I'd heard of "pre-cum." I'm not sure why I fastened on it, but I got a little obsessive about finding out what it was. I asked my sister first, but she said it was probably just regular cum that leaked up before a guy had an orgasm. That didn't quite satisfy me and I headed to the library. I had to ask for the sex book from the reference desk (thought I'd die) and learned about "Cowpers Glands" and that pre-cum wasn't really cum (OK-seminal fluid and sperm) at all. I asked Chad if he ever got pre-cum. "Well, maybe" he said. I've never heard it called anything, but when I jack off, or sometimes just after I've been hard for a while, like during afternoon Trig class, I get this slick, kind of sticky clear fluid that comes out. Not much-just a couple of drops." "Wait," I said. "You get hardons in Trigonometry?" "Yeah-don't know why, there's nothing exciting or anything, but about 2:00 I'm likely to get a pretty good one. Sometimes it doesn't go down before passing period and I have to walk kind of hunched over for a while. I can feel that stuff on my underwear afterward." Then he grinned and added: "You want to see?" I froze. Of course I did, in fact I had thought about asking him for a look, but he was teasing, I could tell. "Hey" he said, "Chill! I'm only teasing." "Well" I said, mustering my courage "I think I would, if it wouldn't embarrass you." "Christ! Really?" "Yeah, I think so. To be honest, I know so, but I really don't want to screw up how comfortable we are with each other." "If you did something to make it even, I think it'd be OK with me." "Making things even" became our inviolable guide. Just like the the bathroom surprises, we were in partnership. So we began to plot when and where. It didn't take long. Dene was on swim team with an afterschool practice. Chad and I ran track, and the season was over. Both our moms were working by then, so we had the afternoon. We met at his house and started negotiating what was "fair." We figured if we both were nude from the waist down, that would be fair and shucked out of slacks and underwear. This was a little more than our previous peeks had been, especially undressing in the same room at the same time. It was pretty awkward. We weren't sure what to do next. "So, how do you start to jack off?" I asked. "I usually get out a Penthouse and look at the pictures" he said, "and play with my dick some while it gets hard." Looking down, I said: "I don't think you'll need the magazine this time." He was on his way to a pretty good erection already. "Am I doing that to you?" I asked. "Oh, hell yes!" "Can I touch it?" I asked, and then reached out to take his dick in my hand without waiting for an answer. His whole body jerked like he'd been shocked. I let go immediately: "Oh, God! Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!" He said he thought it was the anticipation-it was the first time a girl had touched his dick-and he guided my hand back. This time, it was completely hard and pointing nearly straight up. I lightly stroked it for no more than 10 seconds when he stopped me again. "I'm about to cum already," he said. "Let me do it from here if you want to see the pre-cum." He'd stroke for a few seconds at a time, then pause. Finally, he gripped his cock tightly at the base and milked it up toward the tip. And there it was! A big drop of clear fluid. I reached out and wiped the drop onto my finger. It WAS slick. And it was stringy-I could pull a string from his cock a good 5-6 inches. Then another drop rolled up and I realized my pussy was actually dripping down my legs. What made me taste it is still a mystery, but as soon as I licked my finger, I felt an orgasm building. I mean instantly-just as soon as the drop touched my tongue I went from zero to light speed! I squeezed up another drop from his cock, lifted it to my mouth and shoved his arm between my legs. I clamped down hard as his wrist bone pressed into my clit. "AAIIEEEEEE! UNGH UNGH UNGH UNGH UNGH UNGH" I screamed and bucked against Chad's wrist as wave after wave of orgasm took complete control of my pussy. "Petey!" Chad cried, "What's wrong-are you OK? What's happening?" "G-g-g-g-give me a second." "NNNGGHHHH EE EE EEE EEEEEEEEEEE OH OH OH Oh Ohh ohhhhhhhhh." Finally, the waves stopped. "Petey, what the Hell!!" I just panted for a long time before answering: "BeeBe, my sweet BeeBe, that was without a doubt the most awesome orgasm in the history of the entire world!" "Christ-I thought you were having a seizure or a heart attack or something!" "Just let me lie here a little bit and hold me-no talking for a while." "Can I get my arm back?" "Oh (giggle) sorry." As I came down from the orgasm, different waves started rolling over me-guilt, worry, puzzlement, embarrassment. I almost ran for it. Chad was being wonderfully gentle, though. I thought maybe I owed him some extra "even. "Beebe?" "Yeah?" "Would you like me to jack you off?" "Oh, hell yes!" he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Hey, you're not hard anymore!" "Well, you scared the crap out of me, Petey." ("Petey," by the way, is how you can pronounce the letters P. T. short for Pine Tree. Longer story, but if you guess, you won't be far off.) "Tell me what to do." He didn't say any more-just took my hand and guided it to his already growing cock. I caressed it for a little bit, and it got as hard as it was before. I sat up to get a better angle, and began a slow stroke around the shaft. 12 strokes later (yes, I counted) he said: "Oh Shit, I'm gonna-" and shoved my hand away "cum" and as he said the word, a stream shot over my shoulder and landed on the back of my blouse and a little on my cheek. I tried to get up, but on the way I ended up slightly over him and a second jet caught me under the chin. "Shit, I'm sorry" he yelled as more jets of cum squirted out, one catching me in the forehead, and the rest ending up on BeeBe. After a while, he stopped squirting and it was his turn to lie panting. "So was I good at it?" I grinned. "Arrrrrghhhh," was all he managed. I picked up my panties and started wiping up the cum, but experimentally scooped a finger full off my neck and brought it to my mouth. An hour ago, I would have thought that was unbearably gross, but it seemed, I don't know, playful and OK. And it wasn't bad! With a start, Chad asked: "Hey Petey, what time is it anyway?" "Oh, shit! Your mom should have already been home with Dene by now! We gotta get a move on!" And as we jumped up, we heard the garage door go up. I pulled on my slacks and stuffed my cum-covered panties in my pocket. Chad yanked his jeans up and opened the window. We were in Dene's room, on the bottom floor of a bi-level, so the window opened right into the landscaping. I made for my house, and Chad grabbed his bike so he could pretend to have been somewhere else, riding back home. I made it in, stripped off and put my clothes in the wash, showered and dressed, emerging just as Mom pulled in. Dad was minutes behind her. I probably didn't act normal during dinner, but no one said anything. After dinner, Dene came over. Up in my room she said: "I know." "WHAT!!" "It's OK" she said. "How--" I asked, and began sobbing. --continued. Beebe and Petey Ch. 02 "I know" Dene told me, alone in my bedroom. "I know about you and Chad this afternoon." The intensity of what happened just a couple of hours earlier had me wound tight, and I collapsed into tears, grabbing a pillow to muffle my sobs so I wouldn't alarm my folks. I REALLY didn't want to explain. I didn't even want to talk to Dene, my best friend in the world, but that seemed inevitable now. Just before dinner, I'd been in Dene's room having a thundering orgasm with her brother's wrist locked between my thighs. Then I'd jacked him off and, not quite knowing how to manage his pulsing dick, sprayed his cum on my back, my throat and my forehead, then all over him. It was a bunch of firsts for me. It was the first time any boy had made it to third base with me; it was the first time BeeBe (Chadwick Preston) had ever touched any naked part of me; it was the first time I'd ever touched a cock; it was the first time I'd seen a guy cum; it was the first time I'd tasted cum and especially, it was the first time I'd seen, felt or tasted "pre-cum." "Kath, honey, it's OK. Really. It's OK" Dene said as she moved to put her arm around me. "You and Chad have had this coming for years, and you know that's true." "But I DON'T know that's true, Dene! Chad and I haven't even kissed! What have I DONE! He's like my brother too, except without all the battles you guys have. I've screwed that up, and it'll never, ever be the same. I could just die." "Well, you may have screwed Chad, but the way I see it you haven't screwed UP anything." "What?! NO!! I didn't screw Chad! Dene-did he tell you that!?" "He didn't have to honey-I was there! I heard you!" "Oh my God! Where were you.? And no-you've got the screwing part wrong. He didn't even have his fingers up me. Wait-just tell me what you heard and what you saw." "Ok-Mom dropped me and went on to the grocery. Good thing too, because when I came in, I heard you screaming your head off. Well, kinda screaming. You were making "Big O" noises. I mean exceptionally big and loud "Big O noises." I've had some doozys with mom's vibrator, but you sounded like you were going into orbit! And in my damn room!" I started to tear up again "Wait, wait-I was just teasing a little. That part's OK. In fact it's all OK. I heard you tell Chad you had, how did you say it: The most spectacular orgasm in history." "Oh, God, you did hear us." "Petey, that's what I'm telling you! I heard you offer to jack off Chad. That part Im a little confused about, because I can't believe any guy could pop your cherry and not cum before you did. And then I saw you both bail out of my window when Mom pulled into the garage. So you really didn't screw?" "No! We didn't screw, we didn't kiss, he didn't feel me up. I didn't even have my blouse off!" "Well, what the Hell? C'mon-dish!" "OK. Well, not quite OK. You know how we've never lied to each other, and we've always stuck up for each other and never ever gossiped about our secrets?" "Sure." "Well, Chad and I have kind of the same deal." "I know that too." Dene said "Huh? Whadya mean?" I asked, leaning on it a little bit. "What do you know and how about Chad and me?" "OK-you know back when you surprised Chad after swim?" "What the hell! How did you know that! I KNOW I never told you!" "I know. You never told and I never asked you to. I thought it was kind of sweet and kind of gross that you and Chad could talk like two girls-or two boys-and share secrets and stuff. Fact was, I heard you two set up the deal. I pretended to be ignorant later, but I knew your deal from the beginning. I've heard you two talking sometimes when you thought the house was empty. Not much, but some. I never spied on you, but sometimes I was just there and heard. I mean, it was my brother, so talking about periods and Penthouse mags and who was doing who was a little gross, but I was also glad both of you could do that." "Holy Crap!" "Yeah. There were a lot of times I wanted to fess up to you, but I couldn't, really, without letting it slip that I'd known all along. Please, don't be mad at me." "Dene, I thought you'd be mad at me! And I guess I'm more relieved than mad at you. But anyway, I don't think I can tell you about what happened without at least telling Chad. And really, I think he needs to know you've got the scoop on us. I think we all three need to talk. Can we go out for, oh, crap, I don't know what to make up." "This is gonna be wierd. But yeah, maybe all three of us. How about we all just go for a walk. Shouldn't be anyone at the park shelter by now, so we could sit there for a while." Dene collected Chad with some effort. He was feeling as guilty and scared as I was, and didn't want to go anywhere. Dene forced the issue by threatening to ask him in front of their folks why she saw him bailing out of her window. When I walked out to meet them, he looked like he wanted to melt into the sidewalk. "BeeBe," I said, using our childhood nickname for him "don't look so worried. We all have a lot to talk about." We walked in silence to the park. It was about 5 blocks away, so we all had time to do a little silent thinking along the way. Blessedly, the shelter was deserted. It was even getting on past twilight, so unless you were pretty close, you really couldn't see us. We settled in on one of the picnic tables. "You two don't look like either one of you wants to start, so let me open things up" Dene said. "Wait." I said. "Chad-Dene heard us this afternoon." Even in the dim light, I could see Chad's face blaze with embarassment. "And it's OK with her." "And one more thing-she knows about our deal, right from the very start when we made our deal. And she's OK with that too. What I want to do is tell her exactly what happened this afternoon, but I won't do that if you don't want me to. She thought we screwed, and I corrected her on that, but I haven't said anything else yet." "Dene!" shoulted Chad, "You were spying on us?? What the Hell! Why would you do that! I mean I get you spying on me but Kathy is..." "BeeBe-Stop!" I said. "It's not like that. And really, it's a good thing it was Dene by herself and not with your mom. We just weren't as alone as we thought we were-more than once, as it turns out. The bottom line is that Dene and I are both OK, and I think you will be too. Please-just hear me out, and then I'll do whatever you think is right." With a lot of effort, Chad took a deep breath and said: "Okay-shoot." "Okay-here's the deal. Dene knows how close we are. She was already upstairs and heard our deal, and she's heard some of our conversations. I'm wierded out more than you can imagine over what happened to me this afternoon, and you and Dene are the only people in the world I trust enough to talk to. AND I'm petrified that I've screwed up what you and I have. I want to tell Dene at least why were were in her room and what happened. OK?" "OK," Chad sighed, "but you haven't screwed anything up. I'm pretty sure I did, though." "What?!? No!" "Chad-you were wonderful! I love you so mu..." Oh, God. What did I just blurt. "Toldja so" Dene smiled. "You guys have been in love for years-you just wouldn't say it. Good for you, Kath!" "I meant, you know, like a brother" I stammered. "I don't thiiiiiiinnnkk soooooo!" Dene crooned. "But let's get to that in a while. What on earth went on this afternoon!" So I told her. Told her about researching pre-cum, about Chad's teasing offer to show me, my calling him on it, our awkward shedding of skirt, pants and underwear and finally, about my astonishing reaction to tasting Chad's pre-cum. She listened wide-eyed as I admitted the thundering, high-volume orgasm I'd had was triggered entirely by seeing and tasting Chad's few, shining drops of pre-cum. She already knew I'd jacked him off-even found a few wet spots on her bedspread. She wasn't especially happy about that, but it seemed like small potatoes now and she let it go. "OK! Awesome!" Dene said. "Hun, if you can trigger something as spectacular as what I heard this afternoon just by licking a little pre-cum, you've got a freaking gift!! You're on the front end of something you'll love all your life! OK," she went on, "I know all I need to know for now, but you two have some talking to do. And if you really haven't ever kissed, I'd highly recommend some of that too!" And she walked off. I looked over at Chad. There were tears running down his cheeks. "BeeBe?" "Oh, Petey-I love you too." He wrapped his arms around me, and my tears streamed too. Finally, we stopped shaking and took Dene's advice. Chad kissed me deeply and I felt my self getting wet for the 2nd time in the same day. I felt his dick stiffening in his shorts and stepped sideways to interleave our legs. Still standing, I began pressing my crotch into his thigh. He began a little rocking motion, pushing his cock against my upper thigh. His hands moved down and began to caress my ass. It was completely dark now-the night was warm-and I was on fire. "BeeBe?" "Um-hm" "That feels really good." "Um-hm." "BeeBe?" "Um-hm." "I'd like you to unbutton my blouse and unhook my bra." That froze him. For just a second. Then, with amazing dexterity for a guy whose cock was about to rip the zipper out of his shorts, he was through all my buttons and hooks and my puckered nipples were rolling between his fingers. "Umm-Janie taught you pretty well, huh?" "Well, she gave me lots of opportunity to practice!" "Sorry I can't fill your hands like she can," I said, referring to my 34B chest. "God, Petey, I can't even describe how playing with your tits gets to me. There aren't any more perfect titties in the world, and I love seeing you. "Mmmmmm," I said, reaching down and stroking his dick through his shorts, "you're better with handling my tits than Hank, but he's pretty good at kissing them. Let's see if you've got him beat there too." Chad was better. I unzipped his shorts. "Chad? Am I really the first girl to touch your cock?" "Absolutely. And I can't wait for you to be the second one too." My hand slipped inside his underwear. "Ahhhhhhh-just like that!" "Chad? I want you to be my first. You think anyone will see us here?" "You mean--" "I don't want to be a virgin any more BeeBe." "Honestly, I don't think I care if somebody sees us-if fact, I think I'd feel the same way in broad daylight!" We didn't use words for a while. I dropped down and pulled his dick from his shorts and took it straight into my mouth. I could taste pre-cum on the tip and the thought flooded my panties. I took the hint, stood up to strip off my shorts and panties, and sat on the edge of the picnic table. Chad kneeled in front of me and began to lick my slit. He smiled up at me and said: "Gotta keep things fair, right?" "Chad? I could take this for a long time, but if you're ready, so am I." Chad stood slowly, kissed each breast, kissed my lips lightly, then deeply. I could taste my juices on his tongue and feel my slickness on his cheeks. Then he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit, and gently eased it in. It was over before I wanted it to be, but later than I figured it might be. I was beyond certain we'd work at the techniques we'd read about in clandestine magazines and books and listened to from locker room experts. I didn't cum this time-but I was kind of relieved. I wasn't sure I could take another one! Chad made up for it. His orgasm seemed to last for hours and he pumped a load into me that was still running out as we rounded the last block toward home. He kept apologizing for the mess-but I loved it! "Hey you two!" Dene said, joining us for the last block. "Thought it would look better if we all got back at the same time." "Thanks, Sis. In fact, thanks for everything tonight." He put an arm around her shoulder. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I love you a lot." "Hug her, you lunk!" I said. "Tonight is a turning point for all 3 of us, and it wouldn't have happened without Dene." He did. Then I did. Then we all 3 hugged. Chad headed into his house while Dene and I walked into my house together, checked in with my folks, and headed to my bedroom. "Well?" said Dene. I smiled. "You've got the virgin market cornered, hon." "All RIGHT! Good for both of you! Can I let Chad know I'm in the loop?" "I think he'll be OK with that. But I think I'll keep the play-by-play between Chad and me. It was a night I'll never EVER forget-not a single moment, kiss or lick!" "Ooooooh. Nuts. But OK-I won't bug you for more. Lick? Hey, at least tell me who licked what!" "Ok-a little detail. He licked my titties and sucked my nipples, and he was WAY better at it than Hank. I joked that Janie had taught him really well, and he said he like my little bitties better than her whoppers. Not sure if I really believe that, but he sure knew what to do with them." We traded a few more stories about former boyfriends, their skills, our adventures and sex in general. Dene didn't bug me for any more specifics about losing my cherry. It was late when our excitement ran down a little bit and Dene stood to leave. We hugged once more and then Dene kissed me. She was aiming for my cheek, I think, but I wasn't tuned in and was heading for her cheek when our lips met in the middle. Kind of automatically, my lips parted and I tongued her. We both dropped the embrace and looked at each other wide-eyed. "Well, I guess this is really a one-of-a-kind night!" Dene said, pausing, looking into my eyes. Then she planted one on me, very much on purpose, slipping ME the tongue. I stiffened for a minute, then returned the deepness." "Bye, now" she smiled, breaking off and turning. "Lover" she added over her shoulder. Christ. Wet again. Third time! -continued Beebe and Petey Ch. 03 "Bye, now" Said Dene, turning with a wide grin. "Lover" she added over her shoulder. Good lord, what a day that had been! Toward the end of my senior year, all in the same day: I discovered I had a powerful fetish for pre-cum; I touched a guy's cock for the first time--jacked him off, in fact; Sucked said cock; Had my tits sucked and licked and fondled; Had my pussy licked; Had a mind-blowing orgasm after licking pre-cum, locking said guy's wrist between my legs while I bucked and screamed; Met said guy later the same night and lost my virginity; and then, when I thought the night was over Deep-kissed his sister and got wet all over again. Dene observed, correctly, that her brother Chad and I had been in love for years without admitting it, much less doing anything about it. That she spoke the truth to us was the key to finally admitting it. It was Chad's wrist that I locked between my thighs, Chad's pre-cum I licked, Chad that I jacked off, Chad who licked my pussy and Chad that I exchanged cherries with--at 18 and 19, we were both still virgins. Then, when I thought the day was all over, I took the first step toward a delightful lesbian affair with my best friend, Chad's sister Dene. All-in-all, the spring of 1971 was a fabulous season! Let me bring you up to date. After that fabulous night, I could barely think, and when I did all I could do was either worry about whether I was a lesbian or fantasize about when Chad and I could jump each other's bones again. The kiss with Dene kept playing over and over in my mind. WHY on earth did I slip her the tongue! I sure didn't think about it--it was just, just--well--automatic. Like my tongue shot into her mouth without asking me first! Even worse, I liked it! I mean, in the split second before I realized I was kissing Dene, it felt really good! And when she kissed me back, even longer and definitely on purpose--my head was spinning. If I was honest with myself, and I really didn't want to be, I had to admit I wished we'd kept at it. And Chad! Wow! We're in love with each other! My best friend and I are in love and I've never been more excited--giddy, tingling (wet) pulsing with energy. Yesterday, Saturday, went by in a blur. I went with Mom and Dad to the beach, then shopping, then dinner out and finally home pretty late. Chad and Dene's family was gone when we got back and I didn't get to see either of them all day. It was Sunday now, and I had to go to church! CRAP! Of all the places to have these thoughts running around in my head. If I left a wet spot on the pew I'd just die. Cold shower! Now! OK-guess I know why Ann Landers recommends these things. I made it through church, but couldn't abide the thought of Sunday dinner with my parents and bugged out for my sister's house. I needed to talk to someone I trusted that I hadn't just tongue-kissed or screwed! It was a good decision. Jan was living on her own, earning her own way and doing it well. She was definitely a free-spirit. Most people thought she was a hippie because of the way she dressed, but she had started a record store/head shop and it had a huge following. She was far more a business woman than a hippie. Her latest boyfriend greeted me at the door: "Hey Kath! Jan's in the shower--c'mon in!" "Have you guys had lunch yet?" I asked. "Lunch!? We were just thinking about breakfast!" Bet they had a great night! "Listen, Tony, I really need to spend some time with Jan. Is there any way I could talk you into heading out to a restaurant for a while?" "Sure kid. What's up? You look worried. You're not knocked up are you?" "Not a chance. I just need my sister for a while." "No problem--I'm outta here. Tell Jan I'll be at the Waffle House-then out to the airport for the afternoon. That's where I was going to head anyway. Hey--she'd probably love it if you'd make her some toast and eggs. There's some fresh OJ in the fridge too." "Thanks Tony--I really appreciate it." I heard the shower stop and got to work on breakfast. As Jan walked into the kitchen the toast popped up and the eggs were ready to serve--over easy, just like we both loved. "Hey Jan--haven't poured the juice yet, but Tony said there's some fresh in the fridge." "Kitten! What brings you by?" "Let's eat first, Jan. I'm suddenly absolutely starving. Then I need to talk with you--wow. Do I ever need to talk." "Sounds interesting! But you're right--breakfast looks great!" I ate slowly, relaxing some with each bite, sure that Jan would guide me through this web of emotions. Finally, the eggs were delightfully gone, the dishes were washed and put away and we were back at the table. "OK--give." Jan said, raising her eyebrow at me. It all came gushing out: "Well, I had a wild, screaming orgasm from tasting Chad's pre-cum while I humped his wrist, jacked him off, had dinner with mom and dad, discovered Chad and I are wildly in love, screwed him and then french-kissed Dene. Do you think I'm a lesbian?" I was talking so rapidly it could have all been one word! "Whoa!!!!!! Back up, Kitten!! Or maybe you've outgrown that name!" "Yeah. I think I'm past Kitten." "Well, back up and start from the beginning, huh? Wait. Let me answer your last question--no, you're not a lesbian. If you're in love with Chad (which I've known for years, by the way) had a "thundering orgasm" licking his dick and then screwed him (and good for you, by the way) then you're absolutely NOT a lesbian. We'll come back to kissing girls in a minute, but tell me the whole deal. Did this have something to do with why you were quizzing me about pre-cum?" "Yeah--that's where it started. It's more than just regular cum seeping up ahead of an orgasm, though. It actually prepares the inside of a guy's dick so the leftover pee doesn't murder the sperm on their way out. I got the sex book from the reference section at the library." "Holy shit, kiddo! What'd old lady Vance think of that?" "She didn't say--she just looked. You know--that over-the-glasses, pinched-mouth, eye-rolling look." "HA! Yep!--I know that one!" and she produced it perfectly. "Well, I got a little obsessed about pre-cum, and I asked Chad if he ever got it. He said he hadn't ever heard it called that, but he described it perfectly. Then he teased and asked if I wanted to see. I called him on it. And. Oh, Jan! I've never had anything like that happen ever--not even with the vibrator you got me. I tasted it, his pre-cum, I mean, and the minute that drop hit my lips I began to cum like I've never felt. I mean, I was all the way out of control--I couldn't stop! Poor Chad thought I was having a heart attack and lost his boner." Jan didn't say anything, but her eyes were really wide. "After I came back to earth, I jacked him off, got blasted with cum all over me and had to bail out of Dene's window because her mom came home." "I managed to help mom with dinner and then Dene came over and told me she heard us. We all three walked down to the park, and Dene worked on us till we admitted we loved each other. Then she left, and Chad and I screwed on the picnic table. He came pretty fast, but it was a lot--need to talk to you more about that later--and then we walked home. Dene met us by the house and came in with me. When she left, that's when we kissed. It started out as just a hug and a peck on the cheek, but I zigged when she zagged, we kissed on the mouth and I slipped her the tongue. I didn't even I realize I'd done it! I was like my tongue just jumped out! Why would that happen if I wasn't a lesbian?" "And then she kissed me back and we tongued each other, and I kind of liked it, so how could I NOT be a lesbian?" "Slow down, kid--take a breath." "First, don't worry about kissing Dene. Girls make out with girls sometimes--it doesn't mean you have to give up guys. Second, I'm just thrilled beyond words for you, and I'm thrilled that Chad was your first. I really didn't want you to give up your cherry to Hank or some dork that would go shouting it around the locker room like he just conquered Mt Everest or something." "I got his too" I said. "Huh?" "I got Chad's cherry--I was his first too." I smiled and looked up into Jan's eyes. "I'm just over the moon about finding out we're in love and that we got each other's cherries." "And before you say it, I know it's a figure of speech for both of us. Thanks for the vibe and advice, by the way. His dick was kinda tight, but it didn't hurt." "Oh, sweetie" she said, getting up to hug me, "you're at the beginning of a great new part of your life." Then she added: "You ARE keeping on track with the pills, right?" "Don't worry--I've never missed a one. But Jan, what do I do now? How do I talk with Dene? And how do I keep from screwing Chad in front of his mom? I'm so damned HORNY!" "OK--let's tackle Dene first. I don't want or need to put words in your mouth, but here are a few things I think are important: First, take a walk with Dene, just the two of you. Tell her what you told me--that your tongue just kind of shot out, AND that you liked it, AND that I told you that it doesn't make you a lesbian AND that you're sorry if it made her feel weird. I'm betting it didn't; Second, don't tell anyone else about you and Dene. The world is full of idiots and their blather is why you were worried about being a lesbian. We're in the 70's, for God's sake, and people should know better, but they don't; Third, tell mom and dad you and Chad are dating. They'll be thrilled. We all love Chad; Fourth, really work at keeping the kind of easy, open relationship with Chad going. People work for years to get what you two already have. Sex will take care of itself." "Oh, and let me get something for you." She left the room for a bit and came back with a thick, three-ring binder. "Do you remember my friend Alex? He was 2 years ahead of me and we dated for a while. In fact he got MY cherry. Anyway, he's a doctor now, and he's writing a book about sex! This is a draft--he thinks he's got a publishing deal lined up for it. The title he came up with was "A Dr's Guide to Good Sex." Tony and I read it together and thought he ought to call it "Joyous Sex." He said he might. If you think you can keep it hidden from mom and dad, you can take it with you--it answers EVERYTHING. I even looked up pre-cum after you asked me, and you're right--he says the same thing." "If you'd rather, you can come over here after school and read it. For that matter, you and Chad probably need some place with a little privacy. Tony and I are never here till after we close the shop, so use your key and help yourself in the afternoons. Just don't leave a wet spot in my bed" she said with a wink. Then we went on to discuss guys and their dicks, and a good many other things. I was so happy to have time with Jan. "Hi you two--safe for a guy to come back in?" Tony called from the back door. Holy Cow! Jan and I had talked for 4 hours. I'm surprised Mom hadn't called looking for me. "I better scoot" I announced. "Jan, you're the best sister and the best friend in the world" I said, hugging her tightly. "I love you bunches, Kitten, I mean Tiger" she said, returning the hug and kissing my cheek. Then she whispered: "Fuck him good, sweetie, and love every minute!" Dene was out front as I got back. I took Jan's advice and told her straight out. When I said I was sorry if it made her feel weird, Dene said: "Weird, yeah, mostly surprised. But the biggest surprise was that I liked it too, and it made me a little wet. I went home and fingered myself to an orgasm, pretending it was you. Then I felt really guilty. So Jan says that doesn't make us lesbians?" "She says girls sometimes make out with other girls, but it doesn't make us switch teams--it's just "extra." "And, Dene--she says Chad and I can use her house after school! And she's got this great book about sex--way better than the reference desk--and the guy that got her cherry wrote it! We gotta go over there tomorrow and read about girls making out." "Petey?" "Yeah" "Can you come over after dinner tonight?" "Sure. Wait--" "I think we should experiment first, read later." I sucked in a sharp breath. "Really?" "Yeah, really. You game?" "Will Chad be home?" "Nope--and neither will Mom and Dad. They're all going to Hank's house for some kind of team rah-rah deal. You know, Chad the super-star alum and everything." "Okay--see you after dinner." Another challenging dinner. I managed to keep up with family banter for a while, and then took another piece of Jan's advice. "Mom, Chad and I are going to start dating." Mom and Dad tried to be cool, but Jan was right. They gave each other that "parent" look and smiled. "That's nice dear. Is that what you had to see Jan about?" "Well, mostly I hadn't seen her in a while" I lied, "but she said she was happy for me and that I should tell you too. Oh, Mom" I blurted, "Jan said you've all known Chad and I loved each other even before we did. Is that true? Was it that plain to everyone but us?" "Well, dear, we didn't know for sure, but you and Chad have the kind of closeness that even some married people don't have. Even when you were really young, you always had a kind of energy when you were together. We're happy for you if you and Chad recognize that too." "You and I will talk some more about boys later" she added. Dad's ears got a little red, but he kept quiet. Well, crap. Didn't really want that, but it won't kill me. She already knows I'm on the pill--she set that up. Probably a lecture on "saving myself for marriage." "I'm going over to Dene's tonight to work on Physics for tomorrow. Chad and his folks are over at Hank's house, so we'll be able to concentrate." I didn't mention that Dene and I had knocked out the Physics in study hall. Then regular dinner drivel resumed. I showered again, then headed to Dene's. Dene was wearing a nighty when she let me in. She didn't say a thing--just led me down to her bedroom. She pulled me into a hug, cheek-to-cheek. I was very aware now of her breasts pressing into me. Strange--I'd never paid attention to that when we'd hug before. She whispered in my ear: "Are we still OK here?" I kissed her cheek lightly, then loosened the hug and separated just a little. I looked into her eyes, then closed mine and kissed her softly, lips slightly parted. Her tongue darted across mine. I felt my nipples tighten. Then we clinched tightly and began making out like I used to with Hank and felt my pussy moisten. We came up for air after a few minutes and Dene said again: "Still OK?" "More than OK," I admitted. "My nipples are stiff and my pussy is wet." "God. Mine too. And we're both panting like we're with guys in the back seat at the drive in!" "This is definitely weird, but Dene, I'm loving it!" "Me too," she said, and moved her hand to my right breast. "Can I kiss it?" she said? My hands shook as I unbuttoned my blouse. I couldn't get the damned bra unhooked and turned my back to Dene. I don't even remember my bra sliding off or turning back around but now Dene and I had resumed the lip lock and she was playing with both my tits. I can't say she was better at it than Chad, but it was great and different. Man, between Dene and Chad, ol' Hank was history! "You can play with mine too," Dene said, "if you're comfortable with that." "Let's get you out of this," I said, and with boldness I don't usually have, lifted her nighty over her up stretched arms and hugged her to me--bare breasts to bare breasts. Ohhhhhh--what a sensation THAT was. I can remember it as clearly as if it happened yesterday. We held each other that way for a long time, kisses becoming more and more fervent, and then I lifted my hands to caress her tits. I actually got so lightheaded I thought I might need to sit down. "Let's get you out of those shorts, lover, and head over to the bed," Dene said as she loosened my shorts. Shorts and panties were on the floor and we were both naked in each other's arms. We interleaved our legs as Chad and I had, and I felt Dene's thick bush against the front of my thigh. She reached around and cupped my ass in her hands and ground into me. "This is wonderful, but really, let's get on the bed now," Dene urged. "Dene, I'm on the verge of an orgasm, I think," I gasped. "Can I touch your pussy?" she asked. I guided her hand to my slit and she ran two fingers into my pussy, stroking in and out, then brought them up on either side of my clit and began to squeeze it lightly between them. That was it for me. I exploded again, and with effort didn't scream this time--just bucked and gasped against her hand. "Now me," she said, guiding my hand down into her bush. God, her pubes were thick. She was trimming aggressively, I knew, because of swim team and the Speedo suit that loved to let stray hairs spray out the sides, but it was still at least twice as thick as mine. I could feel the stubble where she'd removed her "treasure trail' as I later came to call it--the pubic hair that stretched from her delta up to her belly button and even on toward her sternum. As I stroked her, my fingers dancing on her clit and my wrist nestled in her pussy hair, I HAD ANOTHER GODDAMNED ORGASM!! What the hell! I'm coming from just fingering my friend? (It turned out to be a more specific trigger, but I didn't tumble to that until later.) Then Dene finally came and she put MY screaming fit with Chad to shame. I'm surprised my folks didn't think we were being raped and come running in to rescue us! "Well" Dene finally said. "Well, indeed," I replied. "Are we still OK here?" "Think so. We may need to experiment a little more to be sure," I grinned. Then we heard the garage door go up. --to be continued Beebe and Petey Ch. 04 The summer of 1971 was a shining, soaring, pulsing mountaintop of discovery, love, sex, and friendship, and it ended way too soon. The excitement began in early May when Chad, Dene and I discovered love and sex. Friends forever, we had swapped stories about our budding adventures, kissing and feeling up (or being felt up by) other people, but had never tried it with each other. Chad and I finally admitted we loved each other and that quickly led to claiming each others' cherries. Then Dene and I shared an erotic kiss, mainly by accident, and followed it up with full-on girl-girl sex and very nearly got caught in our very first act when her parents got home a little early. (The garage door sounded an early warning, and we recovered our clothes and composure just in time!) We were aided and abetted by my sister Jan who not only let us read a book that had EVERYTHING about every kind of sex you could imagine, but let us use her house for our lovemaking while she was at work! If it hadn't been so close to the end of the school year, Dene and I would have probably flunked out because of the enthusiasm we poured into exploring our new world of sex! I spent every minute I could at Jan's house, alternating trysts between Chad and Dene. Unfortunately, Chad's grades did suffer, and that brought lifelong consequences that we never expected. More on that later. Things moved quickly that May. It was already summer-warm in Corpus Christi, TX where we grew up, and my first time with Chad was outdoors on a picnic table! Reading Jan's book, we worked on something new almost every week through the end of the school year. First up was Chad's ability to screw me long enough to get me off before he popped. His first do-it-yourself technique was to jack off before we planned to get together so he could last longer after he slid his dick into me. That changed when we first tried and then worked to perfect blowjobs. I had already discovered cum wasn't gross to lick. I learned that the first time Chad blew a load on me. The book assured us that cum was safe to swallow, and outlined techniques for blow jobs. For a couple of months, THAT became our first item of business--I'd give him a blow job, swallow the cum, and then gently suck him back hard again. He loved it, I loved it and Dene always wanted me to report on how much of a load her big brother shot into my mouth. That first load was always a pretty good mouthful, and the stream had significant force to it. In fact, the first time I kept him in my mouth while he came it didn't go so well. His first semen blast "went down the wrong pipe." I choked and pulled away, and like a loose fire hose his dick continued to pump streams in random directions. I got a few squirts on my face and hair while I coughed violently. What a mess. Chad started thumping my back to help, not knowing what else to do. We ended early, changed Jan's sheets, did laundry and took showers without going any farther that day! Undeterred, we worked on timing. Chad always warned me--verbally at first, then with taps or squeezes. It didn't take long before I could read the signs well enough and his warnings were superfluous. That helped his ability to last, and I continued to have my opening orgasms from licking his pre-cum while he fingered me. Getting a vaginal orgasm from fucking just wasn't happening at all, though, much less getting off at the same time like people did in "Letters to Penthouse." If we got him off with a blow job first thing, Chad could pump me for 10 minutes before he couldn't take it anymore, and although I got close, I just couldn't seem to get over the top. I'd give him a few minutes to rest, then guide his hand down to my pussy and have him get me off with his fingers while he kissed me deeply, nibbled my ears and sucked my nipples. We discovered that when I got close, sucking one or the other of my nipples hard enough to be almost painful would light me up and send me screaming over the top--a very useful bit of knowledge! Chad became as adept at reading my body as I was at his. The phrase "Practice Makes Perfect" became our motto. We could barely contain ourselves when an opportunity came up to say "Practice Makes Perfect" in the outside world. We absolutely couldn't be looking at each other as we said that or we'd collapse in laughter and not be able to explain the inside joke. (And I do mean INSIDE--yuk, yuk!) It took us a month to get into having a nice 69 as foreplay. That took some practice too. I was still having thundering orgasms when I'd see, then lick pre-cum from his dick. If I started sucking him before the pre-cum appeared and didn't see it first, I didn't have the same reaction. What we settled on was showering together and letting soapy hands get us hot, then moving to the bedroom. Often, Chad would pick me up and carry me to the bed in the traditional "over the threshold" way, kissing my nipples as he walked. I'd close my eyes as he laid me on the bed and stretched out next to me in position to 69 and began licking me. Without opening my eyes, I'd rub the tip of his cock across my lips and almost always feel that silky pre-cum already beginning to rise. It made me hot as hell, but I (usually) didn't cum then. We were both, by then, getting good at reading signs of an incipient orgasm in the other, and with enough practice we COULD get off at the same time that way, and usually very quickly. I always swallowed his cum, and discovered that I had different reactions to that before and after I came. Leading up to my orgasm, and especially during it, I absolutely craved his hot load in my mouth and swallowed every squirt as it flowed. If I peaked before he did, it was OK but it wasn't as hot. Chad said the same thing about eating me out, especially when my pussy juice was really flowing. When he was good and horny, and especially while he was cuming, he'd suck out and swallow every drop and wish it would never end. As soon as he came, though, it wasn't so much a primal urge anymore. He'd finish me off if I hadn't had mine yet, but more out of politeness. He was always, thank goodness, a very polite fellow! The 69 foreplay became a permanent part of our sex time the rest of our lives. There were a few things we tried and rejected. The book had a whole chapter on anal sex and we explored that. We liked having maybe one finger joint wiggled in our assholes, but it took so much effort to overcome the revulsion at kissing and tonguing there that we only tried it a couple of times before putting it aside. Chad thought my pussy was plenty tight, and said he didn't need the extra squeeze that my asshole might provide. That was fine with me. Likewise bondage didn't do it for us. We didn't like either side of that process, having or yielding power. From the very beginning, we operated on "making us even." You see, we always wanted to be partners in sex. Fucking wasn't just something he did to me--it was something we did to each other! Dene and I notice a change in our language. In the '70s, at least in our circles, girls rarely said 'fuck', even without boys in earshot. Saying it produced either gasps or giggles depending on context. By ourselves, 'fuck' became ordinary and casual. 'Having sex' seemed too indirect and bland. Even if we were talking about sex between the two of us, we were 'fucking each other', rather than having sex. It didn't matter that no dicks were involved! Having the house to ourselves provided endless opportunity for experimenting. We determined to try every position in the book and did! In fact, we went back to the beginning and started over more than once, then made a "position jar" where we'd draw out the position of the day. Our time was often "stolen" from our relatively packed schedules. School didn't end until early June, so that was the biggest impediment. Homework SHOULD have taken our time, but that was often where we stole sex moments--taking afternoons and evenings that used to be spent on school work. Our past work ethic at school had put Dene and me at the head of our class, but we were working on a different kind of learning those last 2 or so months. Dene and I could and did coast. We turned in some sloppy work, clearly below our potential, but mostly got the benefit of the doubt. Our grades were strong enough to weather the storm; we even got scholarships! Chad was a different story. He was exceptionally bright, but had a lot of trouble reading and especially with spelling. In grade school, he got tagged as "slow" and kind of adopted that self-image. Dyslexia wasn't widely studied or accepted as a "real" problem, but that's what Chad's problem really was. If there was any writing involved, it took Chad ages to work through assignments that Dene and I could master in a few minutes. In high school, most of his teachers cut him some slack. Some teachers were on top of learning disabilities, but most just wanted to have their star athlete end up with enough grades to keep playing. He got by with mostly Cs. Jr College, though, wasn't as forgiving, and now his draft status depended on keeping his grades up. He had to be making progress toward graduating on time. His 2nd semester English Comp class was the killer. He had to write half his papers in class AND was marked off for spelling. To top it off, there was a 150 word spelling test that everyone had to pass to get credit for the course. He failed the class. It took a while for the impact to become evident, but it eventually did and it was life-altering. I had earned a full-tuition scholarship to Rice University in Houston, but to my parent's dismay elected to stay home and go to Jr. College with Chad in Corpus Christi. Dene had an athletic scholarship to Indiana University in Bloomington, IN, which might as well have been the end of the earth. There was no practical way at all to see her now, except on major holidays, and even that was a struggle. I had discovered before the end of high school that I enjoyed sex with Dene as much as I did with Chad. That happened accidentally with a kiss intended as a quick peck from a friend. We were shocked when we found ourselves lip-locked, but at my sister's urging, talked it out. "A good hearing is soothing to the soul," some Egyptian Vizier said--and it sure was for Dene and me. We each admitted, with fear and trembling, that because that we liked the kiss it made us (gasp) LESBIANS. Being a lesbian in the early 70s carried a terrible onus. We were scared to death that we might be, or might have just accidentally become those pariahs. Jan assured us that wasn't the case, and in short order, we were naked, in bed and making out like crazy--just like we did with boys. Well, except for the naked part, of course--Dene hadn't let any boy get to third base with her. I hadn't either until Chad and I went from zero to sex fiends in the span of a day. For a week or two we would repeat that first encounter, stripping off, making out and fingering each other to an orgasm. Actually, I usually got off twice with Dene--once when she played with me, and once when I played with her, even when she wasn't touching me. That really puzzled me the first time, but I figured it out the 2nd or 3rd time we were together. I had always loved Dene's bush. She matured early and showed me when it started to grow. It was really thick. If she didn't shave it, it trailed up to her navel and a little higher. It spread all the way across her pelvis and a little way down the inside of her thighs. It kept on going up her butt crack and trailed up to her waistband before thinning out into nothing. She had been keeping it pretty closely cropped because she was on the swim team, so except for how thick it was, it made a fairly normal pattern and kept itself tucked discreetly under her Speedo. As soon as swim season was over at the end of April (it lasted longer than the school swimming schedule--Dene actually went to state level competition in Austin) she let the bush reclaim its territory. The sight of it made me horny, and running my hand and wrist through it when I stroked her clit had the same effect as when I viewed, then licked Chad's pre-cum. I had an orgasm! Even if I'd just had one from Dene's now-expert fingers, I had another one touching her bush. Fetish number 2 revealed!! We'd shied away from giving each other head in those first weeks. I knew Chad seemed to like going down on me, so I thought the odds were I might like eating pussy too. Still, neither one of us had tackled that last little bastion of non-lesbianhood. About week 3 or 4, though, curiosity got the better of us. Chad had passed along a genuine porn magazine he'd scored, and Dene and I, already stripped and showered, were reading it together. Well, OK--LOOKING at it together; there weren't many words. There were girl-guy photo sets, along with two girls and a guy, girls with big tits just posing and one spread of a pair of girls working each other over. Most of the shots involved gaping pussies, swollen clits, and tongues darting in, out and around. "Petey--you wet?" Dene asked. "Yep--you?" "Uh-huh." "You want to try?" (There wasn't any guessing about what Dene meant--she wanted to try oral with me!) "I'm not sure I can eat you, Dene." "Not a problem. I've got a real itch to run my tongue up your twat, lover!" "Well" I said, smiling and rolling over, "c'mon in!" and I spread 'em. Dene didn't dive right in. She got on all fours and straddled me, kissing me gently at first, then with more passion. She moved to my tits and sucked my nipples, already puckered tight I loved her to do that! She let her tits hang down and ran her nipples around my lips, over my chest and tits, then down my thighs and back up. I've mentioned Dene's tits before--they're spectacular! By graduation, she was wearing a D-cup. She was in incredible physical shape, too. She swam 200 and 500 meter freestyle and 200 breast stroke. Her lats and quads were supremely sculpted and there wasn't an ounce of fat on her body, unless you count her tits. She grasped one of those tits now, squeezed it firmly and ran her nipple up and down my slit, circling my clit. It was exquisite--a new height for sensuous delight! She began kissing me again, this time with her chest on my abdomen and her lips descending down my belly and to my bush. She still didn't dive in! She kissed the inside of my right thigh, moving from the inner fold about half-way down to my knee, and then back up. She kissed my left thigh the same way and I began to quiver. Her bush was rubbing against my shoulder, close to my face--my lips. She kissed her way down through my bush and gently stroked my swollen clit with her tongue. Oooooooooooo. This was different than with Chad. They were both absolute delights, but different. I think we'll keep this in our little bag of tricks. Dene moved on down, gliding her tongue up and down my inner lips and circling back around my clit. Each time she circled back up toward my clit, my thighs began quivering and she'd slide back away. Finally, she used her tongue to tightly circle the outer rim of my vag, and at last made good on her desire to "run her tongue up my twat." She tongue-fucked me for what seemed like an hour before finally moving back up to my clit and staying there. WOWEEE! That one rivaled the first orgasm I had with Chad's pre-cum, and that, at least to date, had been the most excellent orgasm anyone in the world could have ever experienced in all of history!!! We're definitely keeping this deal. I finally started breathing normally. Dene pushed herself back up and nestled in beside me, face-to-face and tits-to-tits. She kissed me lightly. "So--was that OK?" She grinned. "Give me 5 more minutes, and I'll show you how it feels." "She did, and I did. I got a little distracted as I slid my cheek down her belly. The formerly shaved areas above her waistband were growing back, but weren't quite soft yet. Longer than stubble but still a little scratchy, her belly hair fascinated me. I spent time caressing it, smoothing it, looking at it. Dene was getting impatient--she nudged the back of my head. I took the hint and went lower. Mmmmm. I laid my cheek over and nestled in her bush. My thighs and belly began to tighten and heat up. I rolled my head to the other side and nestled in with the other cheek, then gently pulled apart her labia and mimicked her tongue-circuits around my inner lips. I reached under her thigh with one arm and slipped two fingers up her very juicy pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth. I pulsed the suction on her clit, pulling it into my lips, then letting it slide out, over and over. Dene groaned. I felt her abdomen beginning to tighten and quiver--a sure sign she was hovering on the edge of an orgasm. She didn't hover long--she let go with a scream, lifting her pelvis into my face and holding my head in place. And thus our incredible love affair went to afterburners! The summer--my time with Chad--felt like it could go on forever. Without even a proposal or ring, we just assumed that as soon as we were out of school, we'd be married and spend our lives together. I had given up my scholarship and switched my Fall Semester enrollment from Rice to our community college so I could stay with Chad, but then, suddenly, Chad was gone. That English class finally caught up with him. He lost his student deferment, and because of his low draft number he was inducted into the US Army about half-way through the semester. While I was grinding through freshman intro classes, Chad, my precious BeeBe, was undergoing basic training at Ft. Bliss, which was the hell and gone across the whole state of Texas. Dene was in classes in Indiana, and I was miserable. I was sure it couldn't get any worse. --to be continued Beebe and Petey Ch. 05 Chad was in Basic at Ft Bliss, Dene was in a natatorium in the middle of Indiana, and I was bored to tears with freshman intro classes in Corpus Christi. Thank goodness I'd wheedled my way into a 200-level Calculus class. I was taking the pre-requisite class at the same time, but I'd already used the same book in high school and aced the class then. That just frosted my ass! The damned school assumed I didn't know anything until I had THEIR class. English and Civics were likewise anemic. The Calculus, at least, took enough concentration to keep my mind off everything else. And "everything else" had gained another dimension. My father had been transferred to California. Chad and Dene's folks had been transferred to St. Louis. I knew something was up when Mom got the dean's office to deliver a message to me emphasizing I needed to be home for dinner. That just never happened. I spent the afternoon wondering what on earth was up, but my leading guess was that Mom and Dad were splitting up. There weren't any clear signs, but they had both been on edge, and heated conversations stopped suddenly when they knew I was within earshot. When I got there, Jan's car was outside too-a real family conference. My stomach sank. I could smell Mom's chicken casserole in the oven and the table was set, but our parents were in the living room. "Come on in girls." mom said. "Dad has some news that will affect us all." "Dad?" Jan asked, "What's going on?" "Are you guys getting a divorce?" I blurted, nearly in tears. "Oh, Kitten! No! Oh, honey, I'm so sorry you thought that. Dad and I are fine, it's just, well. . ." "I've accepted a transfer to Sharp," Dad said. "It's actually a promotion, but the thing is that I've been really afraid of being RIF'd here, and things look better at Sharp." Mom and Dad both worked at ARADMAC-the "Army Aeronautical Depot Maintenance Center." Dad was an "Equipment Specialist" and managed overhaul programs for stuff that went on Huey and Cobra helicopters. Dad had worked there as long as I could remember. Mom had begun working as a secretary when I got old enough to be left alone. "I think Bob and Madge (Chad and Dene's parents) are probably going to be dealing with the same thing-I saw Bob in Personnel as I was leaving this afternoon, but we didn't get a chance to talk." "Anyway," Mom continued, "Dad has to report to Sharp (Sharp Army Depot) in about 3 1/2 weeks, and we're putting the house on the market this week." "I'll live here and keep working until the house sells, then we'll move out to join him." "Kitten, this will affect you more than Jan, but we wanted you both here to get the news together. Personally, I don't think the house will sell before your semester ends. If it does, we can probably delay closing until you're done. Then you can transfer to California." "Whoa!" I gasped. "California?" "I'm trying to get enough worthwhile courses at Del Mar to transfer to Rice next year. I've already talked with them about my scholarship, and they said I can still get it. I don't want to move to California!" "I know, hon, but with Chad and Dene gone, things have been pretty rough for you. It's been hard to miss. Dad and I worry that you're not quite ready to live on your own yet. We've worried and worried about all kinds of things if Dad got transferred, but that most of all. We really think you'd be better off to come with us, at least for the rest of the school year." I glanced pleadingly at Jan. Mom caught my look and said: "And Jan, before you bring it up, we absolutely don't think it would be a good idea for Kathy to live with you while you and Tony are living together in, well, without being married. I don't want this to be an argument, but that's what we both think." I saw Jan tense. She locked eyes with Mom for a moment, then glanced down, breathed out, and looked back up. In a quiet, perfectly calm voice, Jan spoke: "It won't be an issue. Tony just got his Air Transport Rating and he's got job offers from Ozark and Delta. Neither of them will be based anywhere close to here. He'll probably be moving in a couple of weeks. I'd love it if Kath wanted to live with me, but above all, I think you need to realize she's not our little "Kitten" anymore. Let her think this through, make her own decision and trust her wisdom. Kath, you're tough and smart. Ask questions, think about this from all the angles you can. California might be the best spot. It's an important step, so don't shortcut anything, just balance everything out and make the call. All three of us love you more than you can ever know-we'll always support the path you choose." She stared directly at Mom as she spoke those last words, almost daring her to say otherwise. The room was silent for a bit. Mom broke the silence: "Thanks Jan. That was well-said. And we don't need to make a decision about Kathy tonight. We just wanted you to know about the move. And congratulations to Tony-that's a big step. And I really am sorry you'll be losing him. I really like him, just-well, you know." Mom and Jan had been at odds over "living in sin" with Tony for the 3 years since she found out. Good for both of them they didn't get sidetracked into that battle now. The timer went off in the kitchen. The chicken casserole was great, as always, and it lifted our mood some, but the table was pretty quiet. Later, Dad got a call from Bob. Dad's guess was right-Bob and Madge would be heading to AVSCOM, the Aviation Systems Command headquarters in St. Louis on pretty much the same timetable as Dad. The house sold way sooner than Mom thought, but it turned out OK. In fact, it turned out great! I explored schools in California, but decided to stay put at Del Mar for the remainder of the school year and transfer to Rice at the beginning of my sophomore year. As soon as I announced my plan, JAN bought Mom and Dad's house and paid in cash. You could have knocked Dad over with a feather! They had no idea she had been so successful with her business. Jan moved in as soon as the movers hauled the folks' furniture out to California, then refurnished the place to her own taste. She offered me her old house, but I kept my room. The world felt like it was getting back on track. Jan rented out the old house, but told me I always had priority on it if I ever wanted a place of my own. The real boost came right before Thanksgiving week. Jan was dressed to go out when I got home Friday night and gave me a quick kiss as she headed out the door to the garage. Chad was set to graduate from Basic Training tomorrow and thought he'd be "home" on Sunday to begin his leave. I put "home" in quotes because his parents were both in St. Louis. Their house was still on the market but all the furniture, including his and Dene's, had already been moved to St. Louis. Bob and Madge were expecting Chad and Dene for Thanksgiving in their new home, but Chad was stopping by Corpus to see me on the way. I'd been working on a way to travel with him to St. Louis but hadn't come up with the cash for a plane ticket yet. I was planning to devote tomorrow to some serious house-cleaning, baking and primping. I heard the garage door go up and Jan's car start. I was back in the kitchen when I heard the door to the garage open again. "Forget something?" I yelled. "I forgot how stunningly beautiful you are" said a male voice. "BEEBEEEEEEEEEE!" I screamed, running full speed and leaping straight into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and squeezed for all I was worth. "OH, BeeBe-I can't believe you're really here" I said between sobs, smothering him in kisses." "Surprised?" Jan's voice asked behind me. I glanced around to see Jan leaning in the doorway with Tony hugging her from behind. "YES!YES!YES!" I said, still hanging like a monkey from Chad's frame. "How-What-" Chad answered. "I called Monday to let you know graduation was this morning instead of tomorrow, but you weren't home and Jan took the call. It kind of went from there." "I knew Tony was down today, so I called him and worked out how to get Chad back here." "Three other Delta pilots and I went together and bought a Cessna 210. It cruises a little over 200 miles per hour, so I flew into El Paso this morning, rented a car and was waiting for lover-boy here when he got sprung. Took us about 3 hours to get back-Chad actually had the controls most of the way. We started a logbook for him and called it dual instruction. We were waiting in Chad's house till Jan signaled us with the garage door." "I can't BELIEVE you all did this! This is just the best thing that's happened to me in a long LONG time." I slid down off of Chad and went to give first Jan and then Tony a hug. "Thank you so much for this Tony. It just means the world to me." I kissed him on the cheek. "No problem, kiddo. This is the best time I've had flying in a long time. I'm just tickled my schedule was open enough to make it work." "Now," said Jan, "the pantry is stocked, there's a casserole in the fridge you can microwave for dinner, and plenty of other things to snack on. Tony and I are leaving now for a romantic getaway flight down to Acapulco. We'll be back Sunday night." "Hey, you two," Tony waved as they headed for the door, "don't do anything we wouldn't do." "Sure thing Tony," Chad replied, "but I think that leaves pretty nearly everything on the table, huh?" Jan threw a kiss over her shoulder, and they were off. "BeeBe-you've got exactly 15 seconds to strip and join me in the shower" I declared. Grinning, he said: "What's with the extra 5 seconds!" and raced for the bathroom, pitching clothes as he went, with me hot on his trail. Once in the shower, we were back in our element. Gentle, soapy hands caressed and squeezed. My tits pressed and slid across his hard-muscled soapy chest. His stiff dick pressed and rolled across my belly. We traded kisses. As we stepped out, fresh towels (thanks Jan) were on the racks and we gently dried each other. Chad lifted me in his arms, kissed my first my lips, then each of my tits and carried me down the hall into my bedroom. He laid me down ever so gently and stretched out with his face near my pussy and his dick near my lips. I closed my eyes and stroked his dick. I ran the head lightly over my lips and shivered as I felt his precious pre-cum flow. There was a lot this time. It coated my lips and was still flowing as I sucked his dick into my mouth. He parted my pussy and ran his tongue up and down my slit-pausing each time, just briefly, at my clit. Neither of us was going to last long. Not even 5 minutes later I could feel his thighs and belly tighten rhythmically. I was already hanging just on the edge of an orgasm. I knew he'd put me over the top as soon as he began his own. Chad had given me some monstrous loads before, but this one was a prize winner! As the first spasm hit him, he concentrated on my clit and put me over the edge too. I had to alternate between gasping and swallowing! I took huge gulps of his cum down my throat as the spasms of both our orgasms continued to rack our bodies. This was one for the books! We finally rolled over, panting and exhausted. We usually just segued into more love-making, but tonight, Chad re-positioned himself so we were face to face and held me in his arms. As his breathing became softer, I realized he was asleep! Poor BeeBe. He must have been exhausted. After an hour, I gently rolled out from under his arm and tiptoed into the kitchen to begin dinner. It was still light outside, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing in, and didn't bother getting dressed. I had just hit the start button on the microwave when I was startled to hear the door open again-someone was coming in from the garage! "Jan?" I called. "You guys OK?" "Hey, lover" a woman's voice called back, "I'm not Jan, but I'm definitely OK!" "DEEEENEEEEEEEEE" I screamed and tore down the hall to give her the same greeting I'd given Chad-arms around her neck, legs around her waist and squeezing with all my strength. I kissed her hard and deep before yelling again, "Oh, Dene, Chad's here too!! Did you know? How did you get down here?!?" I kissed her again, not coming up for air for a long time. "Lover, you gotta unwrap yourself!" Dene was finally able to gasp. "You're about to put us both on the floor!" I slid down, kissing her again, grabbing her ass and pulling her hard to me as she did the same. She had a wet spot on her shirt where my pussy had been! "Hey" Chad said, wandering into the room in his skivvies, "can't a poor soldier get a little shut-eye around here?" "Chadwick Preston!" I said in mock anger, "Did you know my other lover was coming home too?" "Well, yeah, hon. We were all in on it. After I talked to Jan, I gave Dene a heads up. Jan and Tony kept her in the loop. I was actually the last to know. It's really hard to make a call from camp, as you know, and I didn't get the final word 'till yesterday after drill." "Well, all I know is that this is the best day I've had since last March. Maybe better, because back then, I didn't know what I was missing. I'd just put the casserole in the microwave when you came in, Dene. Why don't we take a time out and eat (food, that is) talk and catch up. How long are you both here, by the way?" "We're flying into Lambert-that's St Louis-on Tuesday. Tony and Jan set that up too. And when I say "we" I mean you too, Petey, AND Jan. And your folks are flying in too. Mom and Dad are putting on a big Thanksgiving feast for all of us. You're set to stay with Dene in her room. Jan and your folks are staying in a hotel just a couple of miles away," Chad explained. "And YES! Let's have dinner." I hustled off to the kitchen. "Hey Petey!" Dene called after me, "you realize you're not wearing anything, right?" "Yeah-I thought I was going to get the casserole ready, and then go jump Chad's bones again. You really want me to put something on?" "HELL NO!" Chad yelled, and we all giggled. "We should probably close the curtains-it'll start to get dark soon. I like being on display for you two, but I don't think the neighbors are ready for this. And while we're on the subject, I think you two are way overdressed!" Chad and Dene looked questioningly at each other. I could sense they weren't quite comfortable playing nudist camp with me. "OK," I said, "but before our time is up this weekend, I want both my lovers working on me at the same time." Then I busied myself with setting the table and getting the rest of dinner set out. Jan and I had been having wine with dinner and I opened a bottle for the three of us. We had a wonderful dinner. Chad told tales of Basic, Dene of college life in Indiana. We finished one bottle of wine with dinner, cleared the dishes and opened another. As we settled into our after dinner wine, I moved the conversation back to sex. "You know, I'm serious about wanting to have both of you at the same time. I'm getting pretty damned hot thinking about that. Can we talk about what would keep you from it? I saw the look you gave each other before." "Well, we've both been pretty private about our bods for a long time, Petey," Dene said, "at least around each other." "I think it would be pretty hot to see ol' BeeBe going to town on you, but for some reason the thought of him watching me with you kind of creeps me out." "Same here," said Chad. "I've imagined you two face deep in each other, and it would be hot to watch, but having an audience watch me seems like it might be a dick-wilter." So," I said, "both of you admit you want to see the other one nude and having sex with me." "Yeah" they said, nearly simultaneously. "OK, would you want the other to know you were watching, or would you rather they stay hidden in a closet watching the action?" "I guess hidden," Chad said. "Ditto," Dene added. "Well, what I think is that if you join me in the nude while we finish our wine that within about 15 minutes you'll feel completely at ease and comfortable with each other's bodies. I guarantee you're both worth looking at!" "Kath, there's one thing about me that only you know, and I'm pretty shy about who I let see it." "You mean your bush?" Chad asked. Dene furrowed her brow. "Well, yeah. But. . ." "I told Chad how turned on I get touching your bush, hon. I'm sorry if you didn't want that out. He's caught glimpses, by-the-way, so it's not exactly news. But haven't you been trimming? I mean it's pretty much always swim season there, isn't it?" "Tell you later," Dene said, "but no, no trimming. I've been letting it grow for you." Chad stood up and walked over to Dene's chair. "I'm OK with you seeing me, Sis. If you want to, just pull my boxers off. And if you'll let me, I'd like to undress you. I won't feel you up or anything, but I think if we give permission to strip each other it will feel more natural being nude together." "I think that might be a little nuts, feeling more natural because we strip each other, I mean. But I think Kath is probably right-if we get naked now when we're not having sex, it will become easy to stay that way." Then she grinned and yanked down his boxers. She drew a breath and stood up. "OK, peel me naked, brother, and worship the bush!" It didn't take long-Dene's spectacular tits graced the table top and we kept at the 2nd bottle. "Good for you both!" I smiled. "A toast-To best friends, best lovers and best night in the history of the world coming soon!" That finished the bottle. "Now-Let's go," I said, taking both their hands and heading for my bedroom. "Dene-right side! BeeBe-left side!" I ordered as I dove into the middle of the bed, thankful that Jan had replaced my twin with a queen when she redecorated. "Start with my tits, please, one per mouth. Then make up something to absolutely delight me! Chop-chop-no slacking, you two, hop to it!" I closed my eyes as hands and lips and tits and dicks (well, just one dick) and bush and tongues and I think maybe toes at one point played over my body for the next half-hour. Evidently, they ignored my careful placement of their gorgeous, naked bodies and moved freely about my bed. "BeeBe?" "Yeah?" "I need to fuck you now. Do you need me to suck you a little first?" "Got it covered, lover" Dene said. "He's hard as a steel rod! I need my pussy eaten, though, if you've got a minute." "Ummmm-" I sighed as Chad's cock buried itself in my pussy. "Mmmph" one of Dene's tits settled in my mouth and I sucked it quickly in, flipping her nipple with my tongue. The other tit took its place, followed by her torso sliding over my face. As her navel passed, I began to feel her soft treasure trail caress my cheek, followed by her bush and the musky scent of her pussy. Chad hadn't moved-he was still balls-deep in my pussy, but at the feel of Dene's bush on my cheeks, I launched into a wild, bucking orgasm. Dene moved her pussy directly over my mouth and I dove in. I began to to lip-fuck her clit, sucking it in and out of my pursed lips. Dene let go too, grinding into my face and clamping my head between her thighs. Then I felt Chad began to jerk and pulse in my pussy. My God! We were all three coming at the same time. And not just a little bit. Chad was making a low, guttural growl. Dene was screaming like I would have if my mouth hadn't been busy. It must have gone on for a full minute, and felt like time stood still. We finally began coming down and rolled flat onto the bed. "Full marks!" I said, teasing a little. "You two were quite satisfactory." "Just satisfactory, huh? So I guess you'd like us to practice some? See if we can find areas to improve?" Chad asked, teasing back. "Practice makes perfect!" I shot back, quoting our spring and summer refrain. Then we all cracked up. "So are you two OK seeing each other in the nude now?" I asked with a wide grin and a wink. Beebe and Petey Ch. 05 "OK SEEING each other!?!?" Chad said, "My little sister was just sucking my cock! So yeah, I'm OK seeing her nekid. In fact, Sis, I'm digging your bush a lot!" "And I'm pretty sure those weren't Kath's fingers in my pussy while I was eating hers!" Dene said. "I think we've set some new world records for hot sex here," I said. "And I, for one, am all used up for now." "I've got one little piece of depravity I'd like to indulge," said Dene, "if it won't gross you out." "Shoot." "Well, you've always bragged about liking his cum. I want to suck it out of your pussy. Is that too weird?" "C'mon in!" I said, spreading my thighs, then drifted off to sleep with my head on Chad's tummy and Dene gently lapping at my pussy. I was the first to struggle back to consciousness the next morning. Memories of the night before slowly unfolded in my mind as I become aware of the warm bodies sharing my bed. I was rolled slightly onto my left side with my head still nestled on Chad's tummy. His cock and balls were inches from my face. I smiled but stayed motionless, just taking in the scenery. Dene was on her side in front of both of us with her cheek resting on my inner thigh. Her lovely bush was just inches beyond Chad. Neither of them stirred. I became aware of a growing need to pee-and to stretch. Carefully, I pushed myself up onto my left elbow. The trick would be to get out from between Chad and Dene without jostling them too much. My right leg was a little behind me, and clear of Chad. I managed to plant my right foot on the mattress and put some weight on it. Gently, I rolled my left leg out from under Dene's cheek. She stirred, put her arm under her head to replace my thigh and sighed, but didn't seem to wake. I transferred weight to my left leg now, rolling face down with my hands on each side of Dene, toes digging into the mattress behind us, straddling her in a push up. It was kind of like playing Twister! I walked my hands back toward my feet until I could balance on my knees, then carefully scooted off the bed. Good! Chad and Dene were still sound asleep. God, they were beautiful!! I headed for Jan's room to pee and shower. It was far enough toward the other end of the house that the noise wouldn't bother my lovers. Refreshed but still naked, I headed for the kitchen to start breakfast. I halved some oranges and used our squeezer for fresh OJ. I got out the big electric perc to accomodate the three of us-we'd all want more coffee than usual. It should be done in about 20 minutes, I'd guess. It was 7:30 now. I'd been up for about an hour and was getting anxious for Chad and Dene's company, but resisted waking them up before they were ready. I headed for the front door to get the paper and realized in the nick of time I didn't have a stitch of clothes on! Nude was becoming too natural now! I ran to Jan's room again and grabbed her robe, then padded down the walk barefoot. No one out-good! I returned Jan's robe and settled in with the paper while the coffee finished. Finally the perc stopped and I went in to get a cup. I heard the toilet in my bathroom flush, smiled and got out bacon and eggs to start on the rest of breakfast. I started as many strips of bacon as the big skillet would hold and was cracking eggs into the bowl when Chad walked in. He was back in his skivvies. "Hey, chucklehead, how come you're all dressed up like that?" I demanded with a teasing grin. "I dunno," he said, "just seemed like the right thing to do. Nude's always been for the shower and bedroom, I guess." "Well, lose the drawers, would you? I don't want to waste a minute looking at your boxers that I could use to look at your ass!" Chad laughed and shucked the boxers: "I thought you liked the other side better!" I noticed he had a semi. He wiggled it at me. "And on that subject, don't bother hiding your boners," I added, "this isn't a Del Mar trig class! Ready for some breakfast?" "Mam, yes Mam!" Chad said, giving me a salute. "My God, Petey, you're amazing. Could you have imagined us in anything like this scene a year ago?" "As a matter of fact, I did imagine us nude together-quite a few times! I had no thought it would ever happen-I just used the idea to get myself worked up while I used that little vibe Jan gave me for my 18th birthday." "G'morning, morning glories!" Dene called, walking into the room. Her hair was wet from the shower and she was wearing a robe. "Hey, off with the robe!" Chad and I yelled together. "You're horny before breakfast?!? You perverts!" Dene teased. "Takes one to know one, sis! Now get outta that robe! Petey already made me shed my shorts. If you're not nekid quick, I'd worry about catching her spatula across your butt! "OK, OK," Dene said, shedding the robe and giving it a toss back down the hall. "Feast you eyes!" and she struck a pinup pose-hips thrust to the side, one hand behind her neck, the other on her hip, her tits thrust out as far as she could, tongue lightly licking her lips and a big wink. I noticed Chad's dick get a little stiffer. "Bacon's ready," I announced, taking it up. "The eggs won't take long. Chad, there's fresh OJ in the fridge and glasses in the cabinet. Dene, pop some bread in the toaster, would you, and grab some silverware and napkins. Chad the coffee should be ready too-use the mugs under the cabinet and grab some butter and jam from the fridge." "I'm starting us out with 3 eggs each-I can do more in a jiffy if we want," I said over my shoulder, as the eggs hit the hot skillet. In no time we were seated, going after the scrambled eggs and bacon like we were never going to see another bite of food. "You guys just can't imagine how much nicer this is than the breakfasts I've been eating for the last 8 weeks." "What? Don't they let you eat with naked women in boot camp? How uncivilized!" "There weren't any women there period. Not even old, ugly ones with floor-length dresses, much less young, beautiful naked ones. And the eggs were powdered, the bacon was spam, the OJ was Tang and the coffee-well, the coffee was OK." "So what's next?" I asked. "Do you know where your AIT will be? And how much leave you have?" "Yeah. Polk." Ft. Polk, LA was the last stateside stop before Viet Nam. AIT, Advanced Individual Training, was a kind of finishing school for soldiers, getting them ready for their specialties. "Oh, crap. Tiger Land. I'm sorry Chad. I mean, odds were that's what it would be, but it sucks to hear it for real. When?" "I report December 10th." "Well, at least winter there is better than summer. Do you know what you're slotted for?" "Just infantry. Canon fodder. Lots of weapons training." "I thought they were looking at you for something else," Dene said. "Yeah, turns out I'm pretty good with languages," Chad said, "at least with listening and speaking. You know how I am with reading and spelling. My LT was talking about sending me to language school, but either he didn't get that through or forgot to try." "Wait-You're speaking foreign languages now? Plural? Or do you just mean Spanish?" I said. "I know you and Jorge could jabber Spanish, but I thought that was just from growing up with him." "I'm pretty good at picking up words, even accents, just by listening. There were a couple of guys-step brothers-from Quebec in the unit. They were born in the US, but grew up in Canada. Their draft board tracked them down and hauled their asses into the Army. They'd speak French to each other to keep conversations private, but just from context, I started understanding. After listening to them for a couple of days I said: "Je vous comprends" (I understand you) to them and their jaws dropped." "My jaw is dropping a little too, BeeBe. I had no idea!" I said. "Anyway, after they got over their shock, they started working with me. At first, it was just fun to cuss in one more language. I taught them some Spanish cussing-pretty handy in El Paso. They took it a little farther and started working on vocab and idioms with me and by the end of boot camp, they said I could pass for a French-speaking Canadian-accent and all. I can do some Yankee accents too, by the way. They bragged on me to the LT, and he got all hot to send me to language school. Last week, he brought in an Asian-looking guy who started teaching me some oriental language. Could have been Vietnamese, he never said, but I caught on pretty quick to that too." "Fuck," Dene said. "I don't want you going to Viet Nam!" "Not much to do about it one way or the other now, sis. Hey, let's not talk about this anymore. I was half-way to a nice boner when I came in here, and it's limp as a wet noodle now!" "That'll NEVER do!" I exclaimed, getting up from my chair. I cradled his face into my chest, rubbed my right nipple in his ear and used my left hand to reach down to caress his dick. "Hey, I think it's coming back to life!" "So, what exactly did the two of you end up doing with each other while I had my eyes closed?" I asked. "Details!" "Just pretty much what we said last night, really," Dene said. "I sucked his cock pretty early on. I never would have done that before, but Kath, you had me so turned on that it just felt right! I didn't even think about it-just grabbed and sucked." "And I felt her up," said Chad. "Same deal for me. Before, feeling up my sister seemed fucking gross. Seems that way again this morning, for that matter, but only a little," Chad said, reaching over to roll one of Dene's nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "You were right, of course Sis; those were my fingers up your pussy. I'm a little embarrassed now. Are you still OK about it this morning?" "Oh Hell yes!" Dene said. "And I don't know if it's the sexy conversation or watching Petey pull your face into her tits, but I'm getting a little wet just sitting here." "So what DIDN'T you do?" I asked. "Well, we didn't fuck, and I didn't eat her pussy," Chad said. "More things left to explore today and tomorrow!" I exclaimed. "God, I'm so glad we're a threesome now. You're the two people I love most in the world and having you getting into each other is the most perfect thing I could ever imagine! Have you kissed? I don't think I saw or heard that going on." They looked each other, slightly wide-eyed. "Well, no, I guess we haven't" Dene said. Neither of them showed any interest in trying now. How odd is that? Dene just sucked his dick and he finger-fucked her-how is a kiss threatening? A different kind of intimacy, I guess. "Hmm," I said. "Both of you stand up, right now." They did "Now hug." They leaned forward, cheek to cheek, touching shoulders, but not much else. "Closer!" I demanded, "thighs and chests touching, arms around each other!" NOW Dene's big titswere pressing into Chad's chest. His dick was alll the way up, now, and snuggled into her treasure trail. "Now, close your eyes, both of you pretend it's me in your arms, and kiss each other for a full 30 seconds. I'll time it!" I got no back talk! It was kind of fun being assertive! I gave them 45 seconds and heard no complaints, and they kept going for a few moments after I called 'time'. "OK-now report! I could tell you were both weirded out by the thought. Was it at all weird by the time I stoped you? And how turned on did it make you? And would you like to do it again?" They agreed it was weird enough that if I hadn't commanded them to, they wouldn't have even hugged in the nude, much less kissed, but that: 1. They were both turned on and into it by the time I called "stop;" and 2. They would probably do it again whether I commanded it or not. "Excellent! Mistress Kathy predicts you'll be screwing each other before nightfall!" Wow. I was slipping into a dominant role over them and they were following along like this was the natural order of things! "But listen, we ought to get out and do something that's fun AND sexy, so what would you say about jaunt over to Padre? We could pack a lunch, drive my VW to the beach until we we're out of tourist range and probably stay nude all day. There sure won't be many people there this time of year." "Excellent!" they said together. Dene and Chad didn't have suits. We hoped we wouldn't need any, but I fixed Dene up with one of my old one-piece suits. She spilled out of the top and lots of pubes escaped out the legs openings, but what the hell! Chad figured his boxers would do if we needed to cover up at all. I got together lunch supplies, water and soft drinks and packed them in the cooler, Chad grabbed up the beach towelsand suntan lotion and we piled in my Bug for the beach! It was only 10:30 by the time we got set up, and we had a great spot! We drove down the beach for miles until the few other people we saw were far behind. We set up between two sand moguls that served as a wind block and partially hid us from view in case anyone actually did come that far down the beach. As I spread the beach towels out, I turned and saw that Chad and Dene had stripped off and were in a second nude embrace, kissing gently-entirely uncommanded! I decided to leave them alone for a while. As I watched, their kisses became longer and deeper. Chad's hands slid slowly down Dene's back, over the curve of her ass and pulled her tightly into him. Dene moved over slightly, taking Chad's right thigh between her legs and sliding her hip and leg between his. Watching, I could almost feel her thick bush rubbing against my own belly and thigh, and his cock pressing into my stomach. I couldn't see his dick, but I was sure he had a raging hard on. Dene began to stroke Chad's back, moving from his shoulder blades down over his ass and back up. Chad spent some time lightly nibbling Dene's neck and ears. She gave a shiver when he would hit a spot just where the base of her neck met her collarbone. Had I told him about that spot on her? I couldn't quite remember, but I knew damned well what it did to her. They began to rhythmically press into each other's thighs and their hands danced over backs and butt cheeks. Chad rolled away slightly and cupped Dene's breast in one hand as they continued to dry-hump. Chad pulled away a little farther, stooped to wrap his arms just under her ass and lifted her straight up. Her tits were even with his mouth now, and he began to suck them fervently, first one, then the other, sucking each deep into his mouth, then letting it out until he had only the areola and nipple remaining. I could see her tit begin to vibrate and I knew Chad was using his tongue to flip back and forth across her nipple so rapidly she'd have thought he was using a vibrator! I loved it when he did that to me! It was something we "practiced" regularly. He eased her back down and slid his hand between her thighs as she leaned in and sucked his nipples. I sat on a towel and began lightly stroking my clit. Chad turned Dene and pulled her into him with her butt against his cock. He used both hands to cup and squeeze her generous tits and slid them slowly down her chest and stomach. He traced the outline of her treasure trail as it widened into the top of her delta, and traced the fold of her legs downward. He splayed his fingers and ran them through her thick bush over and over, then ran both index fingers down the inside of her vulva. He slipped one finger into her pussy and used the other hand to circle her clit and she rolled her head back, looking up for a kiss. Chad turned and lifted Dene again, bringing her chest to his face level and sucked her left breast deeply into his mouth, shaking it rapidly. Chad glanced in my direction, saw the beach towels spread out and carried Dene toward one. With his eyes, he asked if I wanted to join them. I declined, making it clear this was just for him and Dene. I stood and pulled my towel away from theirs. Before he reached the towels, he let Dene down on her feet, then picked her up and cradled her in both arms like he did me, kissing her tits as he walked. He knelt in front of the towel and gently laid her on it. "Sis-if you don't want what's coming next, for God's sake say so now!" Dene reached up, pulled his head down for a deep kiss and said: "Fuck me good, BeeBe. Fuck me now!" It was beautiful to watch. I wondered if Chad and I made such a beautiful sight when we fucked. Chad was slow and deliberate. He entered Dene gently, watching her eyes as he eased his cock into his sister's pussy. I could see Dene take in a breath and her eyes widened. As Chad slowly eased in, she arched her head back and bit her lower lip-Chad stopped pushing until she exhaled and smiled at him, giving a little nod. He continued until his cock was completely buried and held it there for a minute. Dene began moving under him and he set up a slow and easy rythm to match it. After about 5 minutes, she began to push up harder with her pelvis and his thrusts became a little quicker, a little more vigorous. I could tell he was getting close, because every little bit, he'd stop completely, leaving his dick in her, but not moving as he kissed her over and over. Finally, after about 15 minutes, he could contain himself no more. He fucked her harder and harder, faster and faster giving sharp, low grunts with each thrust. Dene moaned just after each of his vocalizations. Finally, his back arched and a continuous guttural moan rose from his throat as he began to cum. I couldn't tell if Dene came too, but I didn't think so. Chad continued his orgasmic thrusts for about a minute, a wild shudder shaking his body the whole time. He finally eased up and out. "God, Sis, that was fabulous! You were really tight!" "Well, I should be. Nobody's been in there before!" " "Whaaaaattt!" Chad exclaimed. "You're still a virgin!?!" "Well, not anymore!" Dene grinned. I was puzzled. Dene wrote me she lost her cherry the first week at IU. I kept quiet-I'd get to the bottom of this out of Chad's earshot. "What a fucking weekend!" Chad sighed, finally looking at me. "Apt description!" I said, "And we're not even half-way through it!" It was nearly Noon. "A kiss from each of you and I'll make us some lunch," I said. "You two rest and talk among yourselves!" I collected my kisses and headed for the car to get lunch ready. I had sliced ham, bread, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, chips, and cupcakes packed and made sandwiches in the Bug's open "nose." I got 3 cans of coke out of the cooler and called: "Come and get it!" As we enjoyed lunch, Chad and Dene continued to glance nervously at each other and said little. "OK, you two. Mistress Kathy has some questions." "Chadwick Preston, is your sister Denise a great, truly world-class lay and did she lead you to cum with every bit of orgasmic energy you've ever had with me?" He admitted she was world class and that his orgasm had been earth-shaking. "Denise Suzanne, did your brother Chadwick deliver most true and excellent fucking with sensitivity and great passion?" She thought so too. "Then by the powers of sex that I have usurped unto myself, I banish all traces of cultural prohibitions against fucking your sibling and command you to regard today with a sense of awe and delight, and to do it again whenever you damned well feel like it! I SO DECREE!" I stood straight, trying my best to be regal, and raised my hands over them as I shouted this last bit. I felt my little tits bounce as I threw my arms up. I was making it up as I went, but it seemed pretty clever and on target to me. "As long as you both keep fucking me too," I added with a grin, and sat back down on the towel. Chad went around the mogul to take a leak. "Mistress Kathy?" Dene said, smiling. "Speak, my child," I replied. "Mistress, just so you're fully informed, BeeBe licked his own cum out of my twat while you were making sandwiches. He finally got me off that way. I thought you should know." Beebe and Petey Ch. 05 "You were right to tell me, my dear," I clowned. "And now your training with young Chadwick is complete. But please let Master BeeBe know the next load he shoots up your pussy is all mine!" "Of course, Mistress," Dene said, and we collapsed into each other's arms amid howls of laughter at the pretension. "So what happened at IU? I thought you fucked some asshole at a frat party!" "I did too! I was so drunk I didn't know, though. I didn't have all that much, but I found out later they'd spiked the punch with Everclear. Don't EVER go near "Purple Passion!" I mean, I woke up nude with a nude guy, and there were cum stains all over the bed and on my panties. There were used rubbers all over the room. I had a monstrous hangover, my pussy felt a little tender and I just assumed I'd been fucked! The guy I woke up next to said he was sure he fucked somebody, and guessed it must have been me. That was awkward for both of us-couldn't really say: "Wow, you were great!" since neither of us remembered a damned thing. I ran into one of the other girls about a month later and she told me what happened. After I passed out, one of the party guys really was going to fuck me. He stripped me, and worked me around on the bed on my back till my butt was right on the edge and was finger-fucking me while he tried to get hard. She said he was really pounding me, so that explained the tender pussy. She was fucking another guy across the head of the bed and saw I was passed out. She yelled at the guy, but he told her to fuck off. She saved me, I guess, because she stopped fucking her guy and said she wouldn't finish him off till he made the jerk on me stop. I guess he knocked the crap out the jerk. He wasn't even a student-just some Stony who crashed the party. Anyway, she said she never saw him again. They guy I woke up with had just crashed next to me after it was all over. I never went to another frat party, and I do NOT get drunk anymore." "So are you happy Chad was your first?" "Absolutely. Not that I'm entirely rid of your "cultural prohibitions" yet, but Chad's just a dream lover. You've trained him so well! That's probably the best fuck I'll ever have in my life. Certainly, it'll be the most memorable." "Good for you, sweetie. We really trained each other, though. Practice makes perfect, you know, and we practiced just as much as you and I did! You don't suppose there's a little bit of his cum left in you, do you?" "He seemed pretty thorough, but maybe you should check!" Dene said, pulling my head down into her crotch. -to be continued Beebe and Petey Ch. 06 Dene had pulled my head down between her legs and I nestled contentedly in her soft bush. She stroked the side of my face with the backs of her fingers, and then reached down to lightly massage my shoulders and upper back. I began kissing the outline of her treasure trail all the way up to her navel and back down the other side. I nipped gently at the fold of her thigh and slid over to her still-moist pussy, gave a little lick and then kissed and nipped my way up the fold of her other thigh. I burrowed my nose around in her bush and descended again. Her pussy lips were still engorged from the love-making she and Chad had just finished and her clit jumped up to meet me. "Are you finding any?" Dene asked. By "any" she was referring to Chad's cum. She'd just told me he ate his own load from her freshly fucked love tunnel before lunch, and I suggested he might have missed some. "Not yet, but I'll keep looking," I said as I probed her vag with my tongue. "Hmmm. Hard to tell whose juices these are, but I'll just clean them up for you regardless!" I sucked at her pussy and was rewarded with a small mouthful. I kept at it, just in case I'd missed any, running my tongue in and out of her cunt and flicking up and down inside. Her juices continued to flow, and I swallowed eagerly. As I moved up to her clit, I felt some familiar hands on my ass. "Mmmmm," I purred, without looking up. And then teasing Chad I added "Hank! When did you get here?" Hank was the boyfriend I left in the dust last March for Chad and Dene. "Chad said Dene wore him out and asked me to step in" Chad replied, and I could hear the grin in his voice. "Say, you seem to have sprung a leak back here. There's something running down your thighs! Here, I'll see if I can stop it," he said. I felt the tip of his dick sliding up and down my slit, and then he quickly pushed it inside me. His pelvis smacked firmly into my ass and the impact pushed me deeper into Dene's snatch. Dene and I both groaned with delight. Encouraged, Chad continued. He fucked me hard and fast, each thrust travelling all the way through my body and transferring into Dene. He'd already cum once, and not long ago, so I imagined I was in for a great ride. He didn't disappoint! I slipped two fingers into Dene's sopping wet hole as I sucked her clit in and out between my lips, synchronizing the rhythm with Chad's pounding. Her curly bush brushed by my forehead, nose and cheeks each time Chad slammed against my ass. I sure wasn't looking at my watch, but I bet we made it to the 10-minute mark, at least! Without warning, Dene's thighs clamped tightly against my head and her hips rocketed off the towel, raising me with her. She screamed through clenched teeth and a stream of warm liquid blasted into my chin, then another and another. That seemed to light me up too. My pussy and thighs and lower belly began convulsing. For the first time ever, Chad and I came at the same time while we fucked! All three of us, convulsing, writhing and screaming-holy crap!! I collapsed first, my arms buckling and falling forward off Chad's dick and into Dene. She loosened her thighs from my head and I shot forward over her as her ass fell back to the towel. Chad, who had been on his knees while he fucked me from behind, kept his balance, thank goodness, but came forward, rolling over to lie on his back beside us. None of us moved or spoke for a bit. "Hey BeeBe," I broke the silence, still not moving, "Great fuck!" "Yeah, you sure are." he said, still panting some. "Both of you, for that matter!" "Hey Chad," said Dene, her chest still heaving as the gently stroked my back, "when you're up to moving again, how about doing for Kath what you did for me after we fucked. But then share." Chad was silent for a moment. Then he rolled over and rose to a kneeling position, slid me off of Dene and onto my back. He lifted me in his arms, told Dene to sit up, then placed me on my back between her outstretched legs with my head in her lap. He moved down to my pussy. Without a word, he licked at the cum already oozing out and began to suck at my dripping vag. Dene reached down and began playing with my tits. As Chad's nose bumped my clit, I got some involuntary spasms in my thighs, but didn't cum again. Dene rolled my nipples between her fingers as Chad continued to suck on my pussy for another 5 minutes. Finally, he rose from my pussy and, lips closed, raised an eyebrow at Dene. "I'll give you first choice, hon," Dene said to me. I sat up, rose to my knees and met Chad with a tight hug and an open-mouthed kiss. Our combined juices rolled into my mouth and we traded them back and forth. I loved this-my bare tits pressed to his chest, his hands stroking my back down to my ass and back up, and the warm liquid of our love-making flowing in our mouths. This took kissing to a whole new level! I felt Dene's hand tap my shoulder. I sucked all the cum into my mouth and broke the kiss with Chad, then turned to Dene who met me with the same open-mouthed kiss. I released Chad and turned to hug Dene as we continued the kiss, swapping hot cum back and forth, and stroked each other backs. She squeezed my ass, closed the kiss with about half the cum in her mouth, looked at me and swallowed. I did the same and we both turned to Chad. We saw him swallow, then smile. "This must make us all "cumblings," cum-siblings!" he said. "Kind of like blood-brothers, but way more fun!" "Ooo-I like that notion," Dene said. "That advances you and me beyond mere siblings, and brings sister-Kathy into the fold!" "Dene, did you pee on me when you came just now?" I asked. "No! That was pussy juice-I'm sure of it. I was pretty surprised too-I've never had that happen before. I'm really sorry!" "Wow-it was OK, just kind of surprising. It's kind of like a guy cumming, I guess, but I didn't know girls could do that!" "Maybe it's time for a quick dip," Chad suggested. "Good idea," Dene replied, "I'm curious to see if I still have the strength to stand up and walk!" We went skinny-dipping in the Gulf, diving through waves, floating on our backs, talking and just feeling wonderful. After about a half-hour, we retreated to the blankets and noticed a car approaching in the distance. "Uh-oh, company." Dene said. We decided to dress. Chad pulled on shorts, not bothering with his boxers. I slipped back into my bikini and Dene struggled into my old maillot. The hips and torso were OK for her, but my B-cup suit didn't quite hold her D-cup tits. She managed to get the top up enough to cover her nipples, but it left truly stunning cleavage spilling out. The car turned out to be the beach patrol-two guys about our age in deputy's uniforms and a marked 4-wheel drive cruiser with emergency flashers on top. One of them had been a year ahead of Chad in high school and knew all three of us. They stopped to talk, so we were really glad to have suited up. Chad and I stood close, making goo-goo eyes to make sure we gave signs of being a couple while Dene and her cleavage vamped. Chad and I didn't get too many looks after their first glance at Dene. Chad and Dave caught up a little bit. Dave didn't know our families had moved, or that Chad had been drafted. Tim, the other officer had been in my class and spent time trying to put the moves on Dene. She led him on, throwing me a quick wink on the sly. The maillot had very high-cut hips and only covered about half her ass cheeks. As she turned to bend over and pick up one of our towels, the suit rode higher into her ass crack. She pretended not to notice as she moved to the next towel, but Tim sure did. Her wild pubes poked out all around, but didn't seem to discourage him in the least. As she flapped the sand out of the towel, one of her boobs rode up letting her nipple pop over the top of the cup. She pretended not to notice that either. Tim's uniform pants had a bulge now. Dave's back was to the action so he didn't get to take in the show. "Dene!" I called, and when she and Tim both looked, I tugged discretely at my bikini top. "Oh shit!" she said looking down. She grabbed her boob and stuffed it back into the suit. She feigned embarrassment. "I had to borrow Kathy's suit, and it's a little too small. I'm really sorry, Tim." "Um, that's OK," said Tim, "I really didn't notice." "Well, Tim, your dick sure did," I thought to myself. Dene nodded at me-timing was just right to recover the vamping and get back on track. "Anyway, like Dave was saying, we were just driving the beach to let everyone know there's weather coming in," Tim said. "You've got maybe an hour before we're in for high winds and rain. If you hustle, you can probably get to the ferry before it hits." "Hey, thanks guys. We were about to pack up anyway." Tim tried to get back to the car without letting anyone see his hard on. "Dene, you were terrible!" I teased as they drove away. "I thought old Timmy was going to cum in his pants looking at you!" "Yeah, the devil made me do it," Dene said, "or the residual horniness from the two of you!" "Well, it's probably time to pack up and bug out," Chad said, "If the weather gets too rough for the ferry we might get stranded out here till it blows over." So, reluctantly, we kept our clothes on, threw our gear in the Bug and headed back toward the ferry and home. As I drove, I asked Chad what prompted him to eat Dene after they fucked. We'd never done that. Chad was an expert at eating pussy by now, but he'd never tried his own cum, either from my lips after I'd suck him off or out of my pussy after he'd filled me up. "It took some effort, actually," he said. "But I didn't think Dene had an orgasm and I wanted her to, so that was the main thing. I went down on her to get her off. It helped not to look at my cum. She'd already cleaned up a little bit on the towel, and it didn't really taste much different than your pussy when I eat you. There was a lot, but again, you're pretty juicy too, and I just swallow yours, so I was already kind of in the routine. It was like when we 69, though, and I cum before I finish eating you. It wasn't particularly hot, at least not until Dene finally came too. She gave me a little extra squirt of pussy juice while she was cumming, by the way. I heard you ask about that too. What gives with that? You get juicy, but you've never squirted it out." "That's the first time it's happened to me," Dene said. "I'm glad to hear it confirmed as pussy juice, though. I was sure I didn't pee, but worried I might have and just not felt it while I was cumming. And Chad, my God but you're a great lover! I was a little scared, but you were so gentle and I was so ready. It was absolutely the perfect moment, the perfect place and the perfect fuck. I'm one of the luckiest girls in the world. Then to realize I hadn't cum and making sure I did-I bet you're the only guy in the state so completely tuned in to making your lover so happy. Any other guys I have from now on have a pretty high mark to meet." "I thought it was pretty wild that we all came at the same time," I continued. "I think that's the first time Chad and I ever came at the same time while we were fucking. We cum together all the time in a 69, but I've always had trouble hitting a vaginal orgasm period, much less at the same time as Chad. I think having my face buried in your pussy and all that wonderful bush right there in my face must have had a lot to do with it, Dene." "Yeah, we definitely have to give that another try tonight," Dene said. We made the ferry in time to get back to the mainland. We stood looking over the rail as the ship hummed across the intercoastal. Dene and I both vamped on the way back. My bikini was adjustable, both the top and bottom. I usually had the triangles of the top pulled all the way wide so that they met in the middle and came around to the side of my chest before tying in the back. The panels on my bottoms met on my hip where the strings tied. I narrowed the size of the top to about 2" per side until there was plenty of boob showing and pushed the fabric in on the bottoms until both the front and back panels were only about 5" wide. I let the back panel ride up in my ass crack. There weren't such things as thongs back then, but that's essentially what my bottoms had become. Dene did the same with the back of the maillot, and carefully pulled one boob up until just a hint of areola peeked over the cup. Chad just shook his head. There seemed to be lots of foot traffic past our spot on the rail, and for some reason, they were all men, trying to act casual! A couple of high school boys actually stopped in their tracks and stared, slack-jawed, at Dene's chest. She let them take it in for a bit, pretending not to notice their presence, then made eye contact, scowled and sent them scampering away. She winked at me. Chad wandered back to the car and sat in the passenger seat. The next guy that came by sidled up to me on the rail and struck up a conversation. I had loosened the bikini tie around my neck, so when I leaned forward over the rail the fabric fell away from my chest. With the right angle, you could see my nipples! The guy beside me didn't take long to lean forward with me and look down my top. I winked over at Dene. I heard the Bug's door shut and suspected Chad was coming to my "rescue." The guy took the opportunity to leave, dodging between my ass and another man coming from the opposite direction. I felt the back of his hand linger and press into my crack as he waited for the other guy to pass. "You two are generating a lot of hard-ons around here," Chad observed. "It's kind of a kick," I said, "I've never really turned heads like Dene before. I'd never do it if I weren't sure you were around to discourage more than looks, but this is fun. Did you see that guy feel my ass just now? I would have been mortified at that a week ago and smacked the shit out of him. Of course I probably wouldn't have had my ass on display like this either. Do you want me to stop?" Chad paused and pursed his lips for a moment, then smiled and said: "Nah, go ahead and play, if you want. I'll either stand here with you or sit back down in the car. The guys seem a little bolder when I'm not in sight." "Stay here with me, I think. If you see some more guys walking up, give my ass a little squeeze and give me a quick kiss." The dock was coming into sight, and there was a stream of foot traffic heading back to their cars. As a last pair of guys came toward us, Chad reached inside my bottoms, pulled the fabric out of my ass crack and smoothed it over my cheeks. He gave my ass a final pat as they passed and we fell in behind them to the cars. As Dene climbed in the back seat I noticed that both of her nipples had managed to work their way over the cups! They stayed that way all the way home and she sat in the middle of the back so I could catch sight of them in the rear view mirror. Finally home, we shucked off the suits, showered and settled in on the living room furniture. I had second thoughts about the furniture, considering our propensity for generating fluids, and got some fresh towels to put under us. We were hungry again and began making plans for dinner. Ordinarily we would have gone out for pizza, but decided we didn't want to bother getting dressed again. We all began to wind down a little and Dene stretched out on the couch to take a nap. Chad and I headed down the hall to do the same and this time, we actually went to bed to sleep! He spooned behind me, and I felt the beginnings of an erection, but it faded as his breathing became slow and regular and he drifted off. I did too. I awoke to Dene calling from the door: "Hey, lovers. It's 7 o'clock. Anybody getting hungry?" I sat up and stretched. "Sure. Let's explore what's available." Chad sat up beside me, yawning, and added: "I can grill something if there's anything in the fridge, or I can run down to the Pig and get some Mahi Mahi. They're still open till 9, aren't they?" We decided on the Mahi Mahi. (It was marketed as "dolphin fish" in those days, but I wouldn't want you reading this now thinking we ate Flipper.) I made a teriyaki glaze and threw some potatoes in the microwave, and Dene worked on some fresh broccoli. Chad came back with some nice Mahi Mahi, and a pecan pie. (He remembered to dress, fortunately!) We had a feast, naked as the day we were born, laughing and telling stories from our high school and grade school days. We lingered at the table and had an extra piece of pie each-but finally cleared the dishes, washed and dried and put everything away. We retired to the living room and stretched out. "What next, ladies?" Chad asked. "I think I'm content just lying here on the floor for a while," Chad said. "Good," I replied. "I'm stuffed, tired, and content. I think we can stand to just be with each other without screwing for a while!" I paused, and no one spoke for a bit. "Beebe-we haven't talked much about AIT. Are you OK to talk about that? Or would you rather just leave it alone?" "It's been in the back of my mind since I walked out the gates at Bliss. You two have distracted me a little," he grinned, "but I'm pretty disappointed that my AIT looks like it'll just be jungle fighting. I mean, I guess I'd rather have more skills than less since I'm pretty clearly headed to 'Nam, but I was pretty excited about that language thing. I had visions of grilling Charlie or being a sneaky listener, or something like that. Maybe it's my problem with reading. It just sucks that's off the table." "So do you know for sure where you're going after AIT? Are you sure it's 'Nam?" Dene asked. "My MOS [military occupational sepcialty] is "Infantryman" just like almost everybody in the squad. I don't know where yet, but I know I'm going to 'Nam. From what I understand, AIT is going to be even more intense than basic. Lots of PT, lots of staying out in the swamp, lots of live fire training with M-16s and M-60s. They've got instructors at Polk that were in country and made it back out-that's a good thing. They'll have lots to tell us about how to keep our asses from getting shot or blown up. The only good thing is that we'll get weekend passes after the first couple of weeks. At least if we don't fuck up." Tears were silently spilling down my cheeks as Chad described how AIT was going to be and the inevitability of being sent to Viet Nam. I just hated it. I hated that his training would be so grueling, and I hated to think of him in the jungles and rice paddies getting shot at and scared to death every step. I managed not to sob, but only barely. "Pay really good attention to that 'How Not to Get Shot' shit, OK?" I said, without a trace of levity. Chad saw my tears. "Hey, I know the news has been awful, really, and there have been a lot of guys that didn't come back. But there are way more of us who do. I mean WAY more. Don't lose sight of that. And Tricky Dick really is throwing the whole deal back on South Vietnam. He's bringing the troop numbers down, so maybe I'm wrong about getting sent over there anyway. And I'm pretty sure," he said, trying to lighten the mood, "that percentage wise, it's more likely the two of you will fuck me to death before I ever walk through the gates at Ft. Polk!" "Hmmm. I'd hate to actually kill you, but maybe we could keep at it 'till you were just disabled," Dene joked back. "Arrrrggghhhhh," Chad groaned. "Lord help me!" Earlier in the day that would have been all it took for Dene and me to launch ourselves onto the poor guy, but nobody moved. "I think that for the rest of the time we're together, it should officially be 'Pamper Chad Time,' OK Dene?" "I could go for that." "Chad, we are officially yours to command. Tell us what would make you feel pampered." Beebe and Petey Ch. 06 "Actually, what I'd really like right now is a massage," Chad replied, "a real one, with oil. One that really works on my muscles." "You got it, BeeBe!" I said, jumping up. I dried my tears with the back of my hand and headed to the kitchen for the olive oil. I was glad Jan had given me massages. Track sometimes knotted up my thighs and low back, and she was great at getting the kinks out. I popped the bottle of oil in the microwave and warmed it (God, I loved this microwave! Jan really splurged on it-over $700!) I got a sleeping pad from the camping supplies in the garage, then old sheets and a towel from the closet and made a pad on the floor. I had Chad lie face down on it while Dene and I took positions on each side. I poured some of the warm olive oil on each side of his upper back and began working on his shoulders and neck. Dene silently followed suit. Dene caught on quickly to my timing and pressure. We coordinated our motions to give the illusion of one person kneeling over him and using both hands. We spent about 45 minutes working our way from his shoulders, down his back, down his legs and finally his feet. He had a lot of knots in his upper back and we worked on those, especially. (We exchanged glances as we worked on his butt, but he didn't show any signs of arousal so in spite of his exceptionally nice butt, we refrained from bawdiness.) When we finished, Chad was breathing deeply and evenly. We weren't sure if he was awake or asleep, but covered him with a sheet and quietly moved from the room. We padded back to my room where our voices wouldn't bother Chad. "Dene, what do you think about Chad's being able to pick up languages so easily?" "I'm just floored, Kath. I had no idea. I mean I knew he could speak Spanish really well, but shoot, you and I can hold our own too, and not from taking it in school. We all just grew up with it, so I didn't think Chad being able to speak it was all that unusual. He does go way faster than I can understand sometimes, though." "Same with me. And Spanish class was almost a joke to most of us-except for getting away from slang and really getting the grammar right. Listen, do you remember Eddie Vu'?" I asked. "He was in Dad's section. He was ARVN and got to come over here because he was some kind of whiz with helicopters." "Yeah, that was the oriental guy that ate dinner with you guys sometimes, right?" "He learned English because he went to college in the US before he went back over there. He's a mechanical engineer-in fact, he's kind of the reason I was heading for ME at Rice. He has an accent, but he's not hard to understand." "Where are you headed with this, Kath?" "Well, I wonder if Chad is really as locked into his MOS as he thinks. I wonder if we shouldn't meddle a little bit and see if Eddie could teach him some more Vietnamese, if that's what the guy at Bliss was trying him out on. He never did get anything back from that guy to see how he was doing, I don't think, so at least Eddie could let him know if he's on track." "It shouldn't hurt to try," Dene said. I phoned Dad right then to get Eddie's number and see what Dad thought of our plan. (Dad did not, thank heavens, ask about sleeping arrangements.) Overall, he seemed skeptical of Chad's ability to learn such a complex language. He also thought it would be easier to for a pig to fly than get the Army to change an MOS, but said it wouldn't hurt to learn some Vietnamese if Chad was headed over there. Eddie was surprised to hear from me, but agreed to come by our house in the morning after he went to church. We went back to the living room to check on Chad. He was still where we left him. He was awake, though. He opened one eye, grinned, and said: "That was great! Where on earth did you learn how to to that?" "No instruction, but Jan used to work on me when I'd get all knotted up from overdoing it in track. I just mimicked what she did for me. Dene watched what I was doing and we got the hang of synchronizing our movements." "If you two set up shop outside an Army base to do this, you'd make a mint." "Hmm," Dene said thoughtfully, "do all Army guys have butts as nice as yours?" "What else can we do to make you feel pampered?" I asked. "You know, you only gave me half a massage," Chad said, pushing off the top sheet and rolling over. With his hands stretched up behind his head he added, "Maybe you could finish now!" "Good idea, hon!" I said. "But let's do this right too." I headed back to the kitchen to re-warm the olive oil, then grabbed a spare pillow from the closet. Back in the living room, I slipped the pillow under his head, made him close his eyes and put his arms down. Kneeling behind his head, I used just a dab of oil on my fingertips and began to massage his temples, then forehead and face, under his jaw and onto his upper chest and shoulders. I moved around to his side and motioned for Dene to go to the other side. I think Chad was half-expecting us to go straight for his dick since it was in easy reach now, and it was pretty tempting. It had begun to swell when he rolled over and stretched his hands back behind his head, but while I'd worked on his temples it relaxed completely. I turned slightly toward his head and picked up his left arm, commanding him to relax it. I began with his hand, massaging each of his fingers back toward his wrist, and worked back up his arm toward his shoulder. Once past his forearm, I placed his wrist over my shoulder and continued working on his upper arm. His lower forearm was rubbing against my breast. On the other side, Dene was copying my movements. As his forearm brushed her nipple, I could see it swell. Dene and I were built differently in the tits department. Hers were bigger, of course-I've already commented on that-but our nipples were different too. My aereolae were about the size of a quarter and my nipples were like pencil erasers. When I became aroused, the aereolae puckered up tight and shrank to the size of a nickel and my nipples popped straight out. Dene's aereolae were silver dollar-sized and her nipples were barely a bump. Hers didn't shrink at all! In fact, they became more prominent. When she was turned on, her entire aereolae puffed out a half-inch from the rest of her tits! They were puffing up now. She caught me looking and gave me a wink, which instantly drew both of mine up tight and pointy. I could feel them tighten and, like always, that feeling was accompanied by a bit of moisture down below! Dene motioned with her eyes down Chad's torso. I followed her glance and saw Chad's dick coming to life. I was all the way up to his shoulder by then and ready to set his arm back down. Before doing that, I purposely rubbed his oily forearm back and forth across my erect nipple and watched as his dick went past getting hard to being hard. I set his arm down and began to work on his chest, ending by lightly pinching his nipples. Dene faithfully followed suit on the other side. We moved down to his feet after that, working our way up his calves and upper thighs before coming to his now fully erect dick. "BeeBe?" "Um Hmm." "There seems to be some tension in your groin area." "You're quite perceptive," he answered, "a less observant person might have missed that." "Would you like us to see what we can do to help ease that tension?" I teased. "Maybe you could both give me pussy massages now," he said, opening his eyes. "You could pussy-massage my dick while Dene pussy-massages my lips." That was it for holding back! I straddled his hips and slowly impaled myself on his cock as Dene moved to his head. She rubbed first her belly, then her pussy slowly down his forehead and onto his waiting mouth. We didn't go at it frantically this time. I fucked him slow and deep, pausing at the bottom of each stroke to lightly grind my thighs and pubis against his oily hips. I squeezed his dick with my pussy before slowly starting back up. I paused again at the peaks to take just the head of his dick in and out. Dene kept her weight on her hands and knees, hovering so that he didn't have to raise his head to continue licking and sucking her. After about 20 minutes I felt an orgasm begin to build. Damn! Another vaginal orgasm on the way! What a delight! It continued to build slowly for another 5 minutes as I refused to pick up the pace. Then I felt Chad's hips lift under me and his dick began jerking in my pussy. I felt his cum blasting into me and that put me over the edge. Dene and I grabbed each other for a kiss and she came too-again squirting pussy juice which Chad caught in his mouth and swallowed. "Wow! Said a voice from the door, "That was absolutely the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life!" "EEEEK!" I screeched, jumping off Chad's cock to see who spoke. "Jan! I didn't think you were coming back 'till tomorrow!" Dene scrambled up, covering herself and Chad grabbed the sheet. "Hey, hey, hey kids-I'm sorry. I thought you heard me! Don't worry, please, and don't be embarrassed!" We were all so surprised we didn't move or say anything else. Jan walked to the couch. "I'm really sorry-I thought you heard me come in. I didn't think you'd embarrassed. It's just me, for goodnes sakes. Here," Jan said, "I'm over dressed. Let me fix that!" And her loose, African-print shift, came over her head to reveal she hadn't bothered with bra and panties. "Tony and I had to cut Acapulco short because of the weather. We sliped in between two storm systems. There's another one coming that's even worse than what you had this afternoon, by the way, and Tony is scheduled solid with Delta from tomorrow night all the way through Monday after Thanksgiving. He dropped me at the airport and took right back off for Dallas." "Umm, I'm kind of oily," Chad said, trying not to look at Jan. "I should probably shower before I get some on the furniture." He padded off down the hall, still wrapped in the sheet. "I probably should too," Dene added. She was still trying to cover herself, but paused to take in Jan's body. "Sorry you had to cut the trip short." Dene followed after Chad. "Jan!" I said, "I'm so shocked that I'm not quite sure what I feel, but I think I'm pretty mad at you! How long were you watching us anyway?" "I'm so, SO sorry Kath, really I am. I thought you heard me come in and decided you didn't care if I watched. I called out "Anybody home?" from the garage door and again in the kitchen but you didn't answer. I was there for about 5 minutes, I guess-you were looking right at me, at least your face was pointed my way. Guess your world at the moment ended at Chad and Dene. I meant it, by the way. That was the most wonderfully hot sex I've ever seen or been a part of, and that's saying something." "Well it was pretty special, but it was pretty private too, or at least that's what we thought. Dene and Chad are a new thing just today. None of us wanted that known beyond the three of us, ever. I think that's why they 'needed showers' and couldn't meet your eye." "Well, that's smart. It doesn't bother me at all, but it's sure not something to let anyone else in on. I swear to you, and I'll repeat it to them that I won't breathe a word to anyone, not even Tony. You all three know you can trust me, don't you?" she pleaded. Chad and Dene came back in. Chad's hair was wet and he was again wearning boxers. Dene had on one of my robes, but didn't appear to have showered. "I heard you two talking," Dene said to Jan and me. "I'm over being shocked, or mad or whatever I was, Jan. I get it that you tried to give us a head's up. I'm still embarrassed that our secret is out beyond the 3 of us, though. And we do trust you, but I'm not sure I want to continue our 'nudist camp' with you. The three of us aren't nearly done thinking through things, or making this a special time for Chad before he has to head off to get shot at." "I get that," Jan said. "So let me offer a couple of options." "First, I'm really beat. It was a long, rough flight back and I'm mainly interested in relaxing and hitting the sack." "SOLO!" she added. I was planning do that in my own bedroom, but I think maybe it would be easier on you if I just found someplace else to spend the night and didn't come back till tomorrow, like I planned before." "I'll either head on back to my bedroom and promise not even to open the door again unless you knock and invite me to, or I'll head down to the shop and crash on the cot in the back room." Silence, as Chad, Dene and I looked at each other. "I think we could use your advice on a few things, Jan," I finally said, "but I'll leave it up to Dene and Chad." Dene and Chad looked at each other for a moment, then gave each other brief nods. Dene was the first to speak, "It's sweet of you to offer, Jan, but it just isn't right to kick you out of your own house. We were really off-base to get mad, even for a little while. You've been so great to all of us, and we DO trust you. You're a good friend, and what you and Tony did to get Chad and me here this weekend is just beyond fabulous. Just, when I'm not turned on, the thought of having sex with my brother still grosses me out. I can't imagine what other people would think, and I don't EVER want to find out." "Would it help if I told you I've had a 3-way with a guy and his sister? I think sibling sex is way more common than anyone is willing to admit. I'm only against it if it's rape-like where an older brother (or sister, for that matter) uses coersion or misuses trust to have sex with a younger sister or brother. Other than that, as long as you stay on top of birth control, I think it can make a much tighter bond between siblings. It's a way to explore sexuality without any thought of ever getting married or living as a couple. And I think the 3 of you are a testament to that." "Whaaaat!?" I said, "When and with whom? (who? no, whom's right,)" I dithered. "Oh, who the Hell was it?!?" I demanded "I would no more tell you that than I'd let it out about Chad and Dene," Jan said, "but I don't think we were anywhere near as hot as what I saw of you three!" "I gather this has been a pretty nice day?" Jan rose from the couch and gathered her shift. "Listen, I'm going to head back my room for a shower. I'll put on a robe and come back out for good-nights, and spend time talking if you want to. Any subject-you know that. If you're dressed, I'll leave the robe on too. If you're not, I'll blend in. Deal?" "That sounds good, Jan," I replied, and moved to give her a hug. It dawned on me we'd never hugged in the nude before. I was intensly aware of our bare breasts pressed together and I got some inkling of what Chad and Dene felt. It was a tad weird, but nice. Jan kissed me lightly on the cheek, but the corners of our lips overlapped too. She released the hug and patted my ass before heading down toward her room. I also realized Chad's cum was running down the inside of my thighs "Wow," I said, turning to Chad and Dene. "That was awkward for a bit. I think I'm better now, though. You?" "Yeah," Dene replied, "it was mostly the shock of 'getting caught', you know?" "My dick wilted the instant I heard her voice," Chad added, "even before you jumped off of me, Petey." "So, before that, did you feel pampered again?" I asked Chad. "You just can't imagine what that was like! Lying there, not moving a muscle, feeling the two of you with your hands all over me and my God are you great at massage! Then fucking me so slow and controlled like that. You kept me on the edge of cumming forever! And Dene-just hovering like that so I didn't even need to lift my head to eat you out. I kept thinking 'I bet not even Roman emperors has it this great! It was just fucking fabulous! That definitely was NOT piss you squirted on me, Sis. You're a regular fountain of pussy juice!" "OK," Dene said, "before Jan comes back out, clothes or no clothes? And I'd like to see what she says about my squirting if she'll stay and talk to us." "You two make the call," I said, "I'm pretty oily too, and there's this strange sticky stuff running down my thighs!" and I headed for the shower. When I came back in, robed, Chad and Dene were still dressed, so I kept mine on too. Jan joined us soon after that. "Stay and talk with us a while, Jan?" I asked. "Sure, Tiger," she said with a knowing smile. She had been very careful to use "Tiger" in place of my childhood family nickname "Kitten" ever since I'd described my first time with Chad. "Where do we start?" We started in with Chad's language skills first, and our invitation to Eddie Vu for tomorrow. That was news to Chad too since Dene and I cooked it up between the 1st and 2nd halves of his massage. They both thought it had merit. Jan added that Viet Nam had been a French province until about 15 years ago and that a lot of the country still spoke French, so Chad's newest language should be a help too. A number of Jan's friends had been (or still were) in the service and had been through Viet Nam. She offered to have them over to the house Monday night for dinner and conversation with Chad about what to expect. We covered Dene's squirting last. Jan just smiled and said: "Me too! It's normal for some gals. Welcome to the club! As long as guys don't think you're peeing on them, it's usually not a problem. In fact, some measure their skill as a lover by whether they can get you to squirt!" Then to me, "Kath, have you told them about my new, umm, product line?" I hadn't. Jan had expanded her business during the summer. She hadn't told anyone but me and Tony, as far as I knew. It was well-known in the community that a "Fredericks of Hollywood" type store had opened next to her record store/head shop. I heard our mom and Chad's mom pretending to be scandalized over it, but with the kind of banter that made me think they might have already done some shopping there. The big secret was that, in fact, it belonged to Jan! She first bought the building through a corporation that she set up just for the purpose. She hired a manager to be the public face of the business, but had a passage from the back of her store to the new one. She remained completely in the background, but ran the place with the same efficiency that she ran the record shop. In addition to the sexy and naughty lingerie, she had a back room with 'adult novelties.' She carried dildos, anal beads, artificial pussies, blow-up dolls, paddles, nipple clamps and the like. That stock wasn't advertised, but had become well-known and she was making obscene profits. I had visited with her on Sunday afternoons when both stores were closed. -to be continued Beebe and Petey Ch. 07 Jan, Dene and I were headed back to the beach in my sweet, almost new VW Bug. "Betty Bug" was a present from my parents as they moved from Corpus to California. Our family shared two cars, but that left me with none when they moved. Betty was the solution-she was used, but low mileage, still the current year and only $1300 to a family who was also being transferred. Betty was a great friend-she never complained, never balked and didn't drink much! Chad and Eddie Vu were already speaking Vietnamese to each other back home. It turned out the language they tried out on him at Bliss was Thai. Eddie was surprised at how much Thai Chad had learned in the short time he worked on it, and at how accurate his accent was. We left them to it and headed for the beach by way of Jan's shop. Dene and I told Jan last night about our performance on the ferry back from Padre Island. She offered to find something for Dene just as revealing as the undersized maillot I loaned her but way more comfortable. The store didn't open on Sundays, so we had the place to ourselves. Dene found the perfect solution! It was a "monokini." It was a skimpy bikini, but the top and bottoms were connected by a piece of fabric in the front that was perfectly contoured to her bush and treasure trail, then widened past her navel out to the sides or her top. The top fit her tits fine but it didn't really much matter. The yellow material was a very light nylon and wasn't lined. Jan said when it got wet, the top would be nearly transparent-sounded perfect for a little public play! I decided to stay with my adjustable bikini, but then led Dene into the "back room" where all the toys lived. Dene went nuts! Jan gave her $50 store credit and a list of the wholesale prices. (THAT was an eye-opener. Jan's markups quadrupled most of her costs!) Dene grabbed a smallish soft-skinned, ribbed vibe and then started browsing. She was intrigued with a selection of strap-ons. I'd seen them, of course, and thought of Dene, but she'd never heard of them before. She picked one with a rubber dick that looked "just right" and dropped in her shopping bag! Paddles and whips caught her eye next. She looked at me, raised her eyebrow, gave a crooked little grin and selected a short, rectangular leather paddle. A "Venus Butterfly" went in next, and she rounded it out with three boxes of rubbers. "Looks like you're set for next semester, Dene!" I grinned at her. "I'm set for TONIGHT, lover!" she grinned back. "You want to get into your suits now?" Jan asked, "I'm going to." We stripped off in the back room, got into our suits and cover-ups and headed out for the ferry. Jan's suit was the most modest, a one-piece, but had very high hips and a deep neckline that displayed plenty of cleavage. Jan and I were built about the same, so we needed some shaping bras to work up cleavage and Jan's suit had what it took! On the ferry and at the rail again, we looked at the possibilities. There weren't many. The ferry out only had 3 cars, including ours, and the other two were families with young kids. We left our cover-ups unbuttoned but didn't shed them and just enjoyed the ride over. As we got near the dock on Padre, Jan trailed us as we walked back to the car. She said Dene and I turned one poor daddy's head far enough that he caught an elbow from his wife. We were talking and didn't notice-good to know, though! We drove Betty way down the beach again to where the three of us set up yesterday. We hadn't talked about whether sex or even nudity was likely to break out this afternoon. Now that we were parked and pulling out beach towels and sun screen, I began to wonder. I hadn't realized Jan enjoyed girls until last night when she admitted to a 3-way. I should have had a clue, I guess, from the very first conversation we had after Dene and I kissed, but I assumed she was a one-guy-at-a-time kind of woman. I knew there had been a fair string of them, but didn't know about any girls. I wondered if she and Dene were a possibility. I felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of sharing Dene with someone other than Chad. "I've gotta see just how transparent this suit really gets!" Dene exclaimed, and headed for the surf. "You two made me eager for skinny-dipping again," Jan chimed in, "I've haven't done that for years, and I can't think of a better time or place!" "I'm not going in yet," I said. "I'm just going to stretch out in the sun for a bit." I untied my bikini and stretched out on my stomach, luxuriating in the warm sun and gentle breeze. In the waves, Dene's suit might as well not have been there at all! It molded tightly to every curve and fold, and while it wasn't quite as transparent as saran wrap, it left absolutely nothing hidden. The bottoms were lined, so they weren't quite as revealing, but her tits were well-defined and her treasure trail was on full display under the midriff panel. She and Jan began horsing around, splashing each other and then dunking and giving piggy back rides and playing like we did when we were kids. Of course Jan was nude, and Dene might as well have been, so there was an erotic element to their play. As they wound down, they stood in waist deep surf and appeared to be giving Dene's bikini top a critical review. Jan tugged here and there on it, then reached in adjusted Dene's left boob inside the fabric and stood back. She turned Dene around, unhooked the top, slid it off, and reached around to massage her tits while hugging Dene from behind. Dene smiled, closed her eyes and leaned back into Jan. After a few minutes, I saw Jan's hands slip down Dene's abdomen and disappear below the waves. After a few more minutes Jan slid down past Dene's waist, disappeared briefly below the water, then re-emerged holding Dene's suit. The embraced face-to-face, kissed deeply and began walking to shore. "You two seem to be getting along well!" I teased. "Mmmmm. Yes!" Dene said. "Wanna join us?" I just raised my eyebrow. "Hey," Dene said, "you OK?" "Sure." I said, without really meaning it. "No you're not," Dene called me on my insincerity, "What gives?" Jan sat down next to me. "I don't think Tiger and I are ready to get it on, Dene. And I'm wondering if maybe I'm poaching on her time with you." "That true, Petey?" Dene asked. "It's definitely true that I'm not ready to eat Jan's pussy, or even French her, for that matter. I know I made you and Chad kiss, but I'm not ready for Jan. I'm still sorting through how I feel about the two of you getting into each other." "Mmm. Let me say this, lover: I don't care who I end up with the rest of my life, I will ALWAYS be hungry for sex with you. ALWAYS. I'll probably meet a guy, get married and have a family sometime, and I'll probably fool around with guys and maybe girls once I'm back on campus. In fact, I'll fill you in on a couple of things we haven't had a chance to talk about yet along those lines, but you're irreplaceable. I'll never ever have somebody else instead of you, only in addition to you. You were my first, you're the best, we've known each other forever and we'll keep on knowing each other for the rest of time. Whoever I settle in with is going to have to understand going in that I'm going to keep on having sex with you as long as you want me. I love you, I love you, I love you. Deeply. And I always will, but seriously, we're both going to end up living with someone else, aren't we? You and Chad are practically married now, for God's sake." Then gently, she added: "If you want me to have sex with you now instead of Jan, I'm OK with that, but I'm horny as hell and somebody's gonna have to eat my pussy in the very near future!" I looked at Jan. "You're pretty damn horny too, aren't you?" "Not horny enough to jump Dene unless you're cheering me on. I mean it-just giving up and saying 'go ahead' really means 'no' to me. If you're going to cheer us on then, yes, but otherwise, I'm just going back out and float around naked in the sunshine." I softened. What Dene said really moved me. It was absolutely true! We were going to have separate lives, and we were going to have sex with other people. I realized her declaration, that she and I were on top of the lover list and always would be, was what I was hoping for without even forming the thought yet. "Go ahead, you two," I said, smiling genuinely. I kissed Jan softly on the lips, then playfully twisted her nipple, stood and pulled her up and said: "Get in there! Can't you see Dene's in distress! Eat her up!!" "My God, Tiger," Jan said, "what an amazing woman you've become!" She pulled me in tight for another full-contact hug, slid her hands down to cup my ass, pressed our cheeks together, then kissed my lips again before turning. "Don't let me cramp your style," I said, grabbing my bikini. "I'm going for a walk." I left them in a standing embrace and walked back down the surf line the way we came in, my bikini hanging over my shoulder. The storm last night had left tons of detritus on the shore, including some great-looking conch shells, my favorite. I strolled slowly, lifting each new conch to examine it for chips or holes. I'd keep the best until a better one came along. I wasn't sure how long I'd walked, but I began to see outlines of other cars far down the beach and thought this might be a good time to put my bikini back on. Impishly, I adjusted it for maximum exposure, hoping I'd get a chance to show off before long. As I looked back down the beach, I realized there was a car coming toward me. It was still a long way off, but I thought I could make out a light bar on top. Crap. Beach patrol again! I couldn't see Betty anymore and began jogging back toward our spot. As I looked back over my shoulder, it was clearly the shore patrol. I jogged closer to the inland dunes until the sand became too soft for good speed. As I swept around a curve, Betty came into sight and I was blocked from the Patrol's view. I broke into an all-out sprint then and turned in just past the VW to see Jan kneeling behind Dene, fucking her like crazy with the new strap-on. "Guys!" I gasped, "Beach Patrol, right behind me!" and sprinted back out to Betty. I popped the hood and got a coke out of the cooler and leaned as casually as I could against the door to sip it. It was Dave and Tim from yesterday. "Hi guys!" I greeted them. "Way better day today, isn't it?" "Sure is," Dave replied, "and it's supposed to hold all week like this. Looks like you're still running! Is Chad around?" "Yeah, I need to do it more. I can't believe how much endurance I've lost since track was over. Chad's at home. A friend is talking with him about his deployment." I wasn't going to give away the language thing-it seemed like it would invite more conversation than I wanted. "I'm here with Dene and my sister Jan." "Oh!" Tim's eyes lit up, "Dene's here?" He looked expectantly beyond the VW. While his head was turned, I checked his crotch. Yep-doing a little tent-building! I wondered if it was my adjusted bikini or the thought of seeing Dene's tits pop out of her suit again that stiffened him up. "Cool your jets horn-dog; let me see if she's awake and decent. She and Jan were snoozing when I went for a run. She's got a new suit, by the way, so she won't embarrass you like yesterday." He looked disappointed. I could barely contain a grin. Just wait. I started around the mogul that hid them as Jan and Dene, now in their suits but looking a little flushed, came from the other direction. Dene's suit had dried out, but her tit's swayed and bounced provocatively under the thin fabric. Her partially erect areolas were on display. "Hey, Kath, you're back! Nice run?" Then, pretending to spot the patrol guys for the first time, she added: "I thought I heard voices! How are you guys today!" "Pretty good," answered Dave, "it's a light crowd, there's not much drinking-mostly families-and the weather is great! This is really a treat for November!" We continued some light banter with them. Their eyes roamed from chest to chest-all 3 of us-as we talked. Tim's eyes stayed mostly on Dene, though, and when he thought she was looking away, he scanned down to her hips and crotch-and the stray pubes escaping the bikini bottoms- before rising to linger again on her tits. Dene's areolas were fully erect now, and faithfully outlined by the thin fabric. Mine were puckered too-I could feel them under my suit and wondered if my nipples were poking the fabric hard enough to make a show! The way Dave's eyes lingered on them, I thought probably so. "Well, this suit has never been in the water and I'm getting hot standing here. I'm going for a dip!" Dene declared, and turned toward the Gulf. "Do you guys keep swim suits in your car, or are you stuck in those uniforms all day?" Jan and I shared a quick glance. We knew damned well what the guys would see when Dene came back out of the water. "Just the uniforms," they said, sadly. Dene wasn't long. Jan and I pretended to be deeply engrossed in conversation with the guys, but from their stares we knew Dene was out of the water and walking toward us. "Wow!" That felt great!" Dene exclaimed! "Uh-good. Uh-yeah, a dip in the, uh, ocean is, uh, always refreshing." Dave stammered. "Maybe I'll take a quick dip too," Jan said and turned toward Dene. "Good God, Dene!" Jan screamed in faux surprise, "That suit is completely transparent when it's wet. C'mon-let's get you a towel before you embarrass these guys to death!" and she grabbed Dene's arm. "Nooooo!" Tim shouted, probably louder that he wanted to, because he looked shocked when he said it. "Tim?" Dene was squeezing her tits on the pretense of modesty. "Sorrysorrysorrysorry" Tim stammered. "I just, well, I mean, um, you're not um, embarrassing me or anything. You, um, you don't need to go. Uh please?" Dene just looked at him, raising her eyebrow. "OK-Um, listen. Dene, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I just can't stop looking. I couldn't wait to do the beach patrol again hoping I'd see you again. Please, we're going to have to get back on patrol soon. Please, don't cover up-and, um, yoywannagoouttonight?" he finished in almost a whisper. "Tim, that's really sweet. I've got to be honest, hon. I'm not going out with you. Tell me, though, have you ever eaten girl's pussy?" Where the hell was Dene headed with this? "Um, no. I got to third base with Edie Alverez, but I never thought about, you know, kissing her down there." "Timmy, I think we need to advance your skills with girls. Are you game for letting me show you a few things?" "Uh, sure?" Tim answered tentatively. "I'll make you a deal, Timmy," Dene cooed, "If you can give me a good orgasm by eating my pussy, I'll let you fuck my tits till you cum. And don't worry, I'll help you eat me juuuuuuust right." Tim's eyes got as big as saucers. He looked at Dave for permission. Dave shook his head in disbelief, but then said to Jan and me: "Let me show you two a couple of things the tide brought in up the beach a way," and led us off at a casual pace. "So how long will it take 'ol Tim to get Dene off?" Dave asked. "Dunno, I said. "But if I had to guess, I'd say she'll make him work for a half-hour or so. How long will it take Tim to pop?" "I'd give him about 10 seconds, given what he thinks about Dene's tits. I'm having a hard time believing Chad's little sister talking and acting like that!" Dave said. "Does Chad know?" "Must be college life," I said, ignoring the question about Chad. "Don't think I'd mention it to Chad, though. And on the subject, you should probably put some fear into Tim about gossiping or bragging. Chad was at the top of his unit in hand-to-hand." "Good advice." Dave responded. "How were you staying so cool, Dave?" Jan asked. "It's an act," Dave said. "All three of you are red hot. If my girlfriend hadn't already screwed me twice this morning, I'd have more than this pathetic semi. Plus, I have a lot more sense that to screw Chad's little sister or his girl. You're lookin' pretty good, Jan, but you're WAAAYY out of my league." "Do you suppose they'd mind if we headed back to watch the finale?" I asked. "I'm betting Tim won't have any idea we're even there!" Dave answered. "But are you sure Dene won't mind?" "Well, my bet is that Dene is counting on us to come back so we can enjoy the show," I replied. And we turned around. I checked my watch. We had indeed been walking for a half hour. As we rounded the last mogul, we saw that Dene was nude, sprawled on her back on the hood of the cruiser while Tim, also nude, had his head buried between her legs and was shaking it back and forth. He had his right hand tucked up under his chin and my only curiosity was how many fingers he had up Dene's pussy. Dene spotted us and waved, holding a finger to her lips to keep us quiet. What an exhibitionist she was getting to be!! "OK, hon, now suck my clit into your lips and flip the hell out of it with your tongue," Dene commanded. "Oooooooo, YES! Just like THAAAAAT!" Dave's eyes were glued on the scene in front of us. Dene's tits rolled and shook on her chest as she gripped Tim's head and pulled it into her. Her eyes closed and her face was pinched in ecstasy-I knew she didn't have long! While Dene's performance was holding Dave's rapt attention, Jan hugged him from behind. His "pathetic semi" wasn't pathetic or semi anymore! It strained against his uniform slacks and Jan took pity, rubbing him through the fabric. Dave's eyes widened and rolled up toward the sky. Dene saw what was happening with Jan and Dave and relaxed her grip on Tim's head, commanding him: "I'm so close, Tim, so close, but I'm still not ready. Take your fingers out, slide your hands under my ass and just use your tongue really gently on my pussy lips for a while. Thaaat's it-nice. And sloooooow. And eeeeeeeeasy. Good boy. Good boy-just like that." Still out of Tim's line of sight, she motioned toward Dave's erection, then sucked her fingers, then pointed back at Dave's crotch and Jan. She clearly meat she wanted to see Jan suck him off. Jan shook her head, but unzipped Dave's slacks, reached in his underwear and pulled his cock free from its fabric prison. She gently sucked his earlobe and kissed his neck as she began stroking his dick. Dave threw Dene and me a worried glance, then stared at Tim. I gathered that while he had no problem watching Tim eat Dene, he had no interest in Tim watching HIM. Or maybe he was protecting Jan. Anyway, I figured we needed to get him off ahead of Dene. I drew the line at playing with another guy so Jan was on her own, but I caught Dave's eye and began a slow, sensuous show for him as Jan continued to stroke his dick. I licked two fingers and slowly brought them down to my chest. Ever so deliberately, I moved them under my bikini top and played with my nipple, briefly closing my eyes then looking straight into Dave's. I ran the tip of my tongue slowly around my lips. In slow motion, I pulled the fabric of my bikini away from my left breast and rolled my very erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes again and shuddered, then resumed my direct gaze into Dave's eyes. I untied the strings behind my neck and let the top fall exposing both tits and then used both hands to cup and squeeze them, pinching my nipples over and over. Jan lowered her top too and moved around beside Dave so that her bare tits and stiff nipples were brushing his back and bare arm. Dave's eyes were still riveted on me! I could scarcely believe I had torn his attention from Dene's chest, but the realization made me even hornier, and very, very wet. I inched one flattened palm down my abdomen, slipping just my finger tips under the bikini bottoms, then back out, then back down. Finally, I plunged my hand all the way down, and slipped first one, then two fingers up my pussy. My eyes widened in delight at the sensation as they held Dave's stare for just a moment before he zeroed in my crotch. The fabric slipped to the side, revealing my fingers furiously pumping in and out of my pussy. I'm surprised the slurppy finger fucking sounds didn't break Tim's attention. The surf must have covered it up. Beebe and Petey Ch. 07 Dave's eyes clinched shut and his face contorted. Jan picked up the pace, pounding his dick for all she was worth. Dave's load wasn't as huge as the ones I'd been getting from Chad, but to be fair, Dave did say his girlfriend had already fucked him twice today! He shot about a yard though, and at the sight I dropped to my knees in the grip of my own orgasm. Dene, seeing the show was over, grabbed Tim's head with both hands and pulled him in tight. In less than a minute, Dene bucked and screamed, and in true Dene style, pumped out a gusher. I re-tied my top, Jan pulled hers back up and Dave tucked and zipped. "Don't worry, hon, that's pussy juice, not pee," Dene assured Tim. "Swallow some of it. Not every girl does this, so make the best of it now!" She gave a last shudder and lay back, still gripping Tim's head. "That was great, sweetie. You've really come a long way-you're gonna make Edie a very happy girl, and that's gonna make you a very happy guy! Wanna fuck my tits now?" Tim couldn't even speak-he just nodded his head. Dene slid down and sat on the bumper. She grabbed her tits on each side, gripped Tim's cock between them and began rubbing up and down. Silently, Dave began counting the seconds on his fingers. He went past 10, raised his eyebrows appreciatively and started over. Tim made it a full minute and then blasted stream after stream of hot cum into Dene's chin. As he slowed down, Dene took his cock in her hand. He jumped a foot and squirted another shot that mostly landed in Dene's open mouth. She smiled up at him, licked her lips and swallowed. Dave began clapping and we joined in. Tim whirled around and tried to cover himself. "Don't worry yourself, Tim," Jan assured him, "you're among friends here and your friends thought that was exceptionally hot! And trust me; any girl you go out with will never let you go if you do what Dene just showed you. Eating pussy with skill and dedication is something us gals just can't resist." "Dene, he's got a really huge cock!" I exclaimed. It was, too. Until now, I didn't have any point of comparison for Chad's. Dave was about the same size, but Tim's was probably two, maybe 3 inches longer and bigger around. "Tim, can I hold it?" "Um, I guess?" Tim uncovered his crotch-he was still pretty hard. I moved in and took his dick in my hand. It was still slick with his cum and I began stroking it, lightly at first, then more firmly. The cum began to dry so I scooped up more from Dene's chest. (There was plenty!) I stroked him for less than another 15 seconds and damned if he didn't cum again! He didn't have a lot of cum this time, but the orgasmic spasms seemed to last even longer than the first time. "Good job!" I told him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Kid," Dave said, "I hate to bring an end to this, but we were supposed to check in 5 miles from here about 10 minutes ago. Go take a quick dip, dry off and hop back in your uniform. It's time to hit the road." Tim headed into the ocean, his dick still hard and bobbing as the trotted. Dave got a big towel out of the cruiser and we three distractions headed back out of his sight. Tim came back out of the water a little softer than he went, toweled off, dressed quickly and got in the passenger seat. Jan strolled to his window. "Tim, I have some parting advice for you-keep this afternoon to yourself, and don't expect a repeat from Dene or Kath either one. Dave can educate you on how important this is. I mean it-don't brag about this to anyone. Don't even hint about it. Just eat pussy and reap the rewards!" Tim nodded his assent. The ferry ride back had more cars aboard than the outbound trip this morning, but there were a lot of families with young kids this Sunday afternoon. We didn't feel like trolling among the daddies and their kids, so I kept my bikini unfurled to full width and we all fastened a few buttons on our cover-ups. Still, we caught a lot of stares. Dene turned the most heads, but Jan and I got our share too, even from guys with hot-looking wives. Does a girl good! We stopped at the drive-through car wash before heading home. Car washes got a lot of business in Corpus, and there were a bunch of them. Getting the salt spray hosed off the undercarriage was crucial if you had any hope of hanging onto your car for more than a couple of years. The corrosion was a constant battle. Betty always got washed after we came off the ferry, every single trip. We had fun re-hashing the day's events. None of us knew Tim's girl, Edie, but we all agreed that if we ever met her we'd need a full report on whether Tim practiced Dene's pussy-eating lessons. "How come you didn't fuck him, Dene?" I asked. "After I saw his dick, I was awfully tempted. Hey Jan?" Dene turned to the back seat, "How do Chad and Dave and Tim compare to guys in general? How big are dicks supposed to be, anyway?" "They vary a lot." Jan said. "I'd have to say Chad's and Dave's are about average. He's what, about 4 or 5"? Tim's getting on toward extra-large. The biggest one I've ever had was about 10". That one actually bottomed out in my vagina. I could feel it stretch me lengthwise when he pumped. The shortest ones were under 3". Tony is about Chad's size, and honestly I like that the best." "Under 3"? Is that even long enough?" Dene asked. "Oh yeah! Absolutely! A 3" guy was one of the best lovers I've ever been with. Mainly, I think, because he didn't keep obsessing over how short his dick was-he just concentrated on making sure I had great orgasms, and he was really good at reading my reactions. Pussies are great things-they can stretch for the big ones, and tighten back up for the smaller ones. And I actually prefer the small dicks for butt-fucking." "Whoa! You let guys fuck your ass?" I said. "That's not something I've ever been interested in." "Don't feel obligated to try it," Jan said, "but keep an open mind. It can be fun if you do it right. I tried it the first time to give a guy a break while I was on the rag. He was happy, and I actually liked it. It's just important to go slow and use lots of lube. And like I said, smaller dicks work better for butt sex than monsters, at least in my opinion." "Wow. I feel like I'm in graduate-level sex ed!" I joked, then turning to Dene, asked "Hey-what was the strap-on like?" "Oh, Petey, I LOVED it!" Dene exclaimed. "I can't wait till we get a chance to play with that thing! You busy tonight?" "I'm horny as hell! Watching the sex going on all around me today has me pretty damned worked up, even after jilling off. But what I really want tonight is to have Chad all to myself-all night long. I want to fuck him 'till we just melt into the sheets and then wake up with him in the morning. It's occurring to me that you and Jan may find a way to entertain yourselves? I hadn't thought of that when I was getting all green-eyed about you two getting it on, but now I don't feel a bit guilty about not having a 3-way with you when I really just want to be with Chad." "Oh, I think Jan and I will find something to do," Dene said, reaching back to stroke Jan's thighs in the seat behind me. Back at home, Chad and Eddie were still locked in conversation-none of which we understood. They looked up as we trooped into the living room. "I thought you were going to the beach!" Chad said. "Did you change your mind? Or forget something." "Chad?? It's 5:30. We've been on Padre all day!" "Holy shit!" Chad proclaimed. "I had no idea! It felt like you'd just left!!" "I knew how long," Eddie said, "I'm exhausted, but Chad's got an amazing grasp of language-I didn't want to stop! We didn't even eat lunch! I really need to get home, though. Marty's going to think I'm in a ditch somewhere!" "So, where does Chad stand now, Eddie?" I asked. "He could probably find his way around, handle money, order food, insult people, and tell a few jokes. That's really astounding-like a year's work if he was taking a course at the JC. His accent is spot on. For the words he knows, I would swear he's from Saigon, like me. The vocab is still pretty basic, but he's good at what he's got." Then turning to Chad he asked: "How long are you going to be here?" "Just 'til Wednesday, then up to St. Louis with the family for Thanksgiving. I'm going to stay there until I have to report for AIT at Polk on the 10th." "Tell you what. I've got some use-or-lose annual I need to burn. How about I take two days tomorrow and Tuesday and we keep working on vocab and syntax? I don't think, even as fast as you learn, that we'll make you pass for anything like a native speaker, but we can definitely make you better. I'd like to work in a few more idioms too. Those can make all the difference." Chad looked at me-we hadn't really set plans for the next two days, but we'd both assumed we'd be together pretty much the whole time. "You gotta go for it, Chad." I said. "Eddie, that's just incredible you'd do that for Chad." "OK, Eddie. That sounds great, and thank you. A lot! But I need to keep from burning out. Now that we've stopped, I realize we've gone about as long today as I've got in me. I was worried that I was shutting down after only a half-hour! I'm relieved to find I just lost track of time, but we've gone non-stop for about 6 1/2 hours, and that's about my limit. How about you swing by about 10 both mornings and we'll go from there. Or, I could meet you at your place?" My place might actually be better, Eddie said. I've got a few things from Saigon I'd like to show you. Marty can join our conversations too. She's from the Central Highlands, and her accent is different. "I've got classes tomorrow and Tuesday," I said. "I was going to blow them off and just hang out with Chad and Dene, but I've got a 4.0 going now, and I'd hate to miss a pop quiz or something. I'll plan on going in, I think. Tomorrow I've got a 10:00 and a 1:00, so I'll be gone from 9:30 to 2:30 or so. Tues is a 9:00, 11:00 and 2:00." "I'll be at the shop all day," Jan added. "Dene, you want to come with me? I could use some extra help on the register while I work on the books." "Sure, Jan, I'd be glad to!" "Okay, then," Chad said. "Eddie, I'll be at your house about 10 and we'll go from there!" Eddie took his leave and wished us all a good night. We turned again to dinner, and settled on ordering pizza and drinking beer instead of cooking. It hit the spot! As we cleaned up from dinner, I whispered to Chad: "I want you all to myself tonight. Is that OK with you? We don't have much more time for the 3 of us to be together, and if you want more time with Dene, I'll understand." Chad kissed me lightly. "Let's make it an early night. Just the two of us." We excused ourselves and headed to the shower. It was a "classic" night for us. We reverted back to the pattern of our love-making in the months before he got drafted. No exploration, no new boundaries, nothing unfamiliar. Well, almost nothing. We showered together and took our time at it. Chad hugged me close and soaped my shoulders and back. With the shower beating against his back, he used his soapy hands to massage my back and shoulders. Turning me, his firm hands on my back pressed my tits into his chest, and the movement of the massage had the effect of stimulating them at the same time. It felt absolutely wonderful. It felt wonderful, too, when his hands found their way down to my butt cheeks. Oddly, it didn't light me up like it usually did-it just gave me a very deep sense of delight. If I could have purred, I would have! We reversed and I worked on his back for a while, then kneeled and gave each leg a soapy massage before giving attention to his balls and dick. I was surprised he wasn't hard when I kneeled, but with my cheek brushing his crotch as I worked on his legs, that changed. Cupping his balls in one hand, I reached around and soaped between his ass cheeks with some special attention to his bung hole. He shuddered and let an appreciative "mmmmmm" escape from his lips. Hmm. Interesting. I rose again and stood back a little to soap his chest. I turned him around, hugged him from behind and reached around to continue running my hands over his chest. It seemed a little hairier than before he left. Like Dene, his pubic hair flowed up from his crotch, narrowing toward his navel and then blooming wide as it ascended his chest. I loved running my fingers through it! Standing behind him, his ass fit into the area between my belly and pussy. I reached down to make sure his dick was good and clean (wink, wink) but didn't linger before moving back up to play with his nipples. I felt them stiffen under my touch and rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers. There wasn't much spare skin on his muscular chest. I turned him into the shower stream and put some pressure on his shoulders to have him kneel and washed his hair. When we rose again, he hugged me from behind and returned all of my attention, even including washing my hair! That was actually a first for us, but what a treat! Only when the temperature signaled the water heater had given us everything it had did we turn off the shower and reach for the towels. As we walked the short distance back to my bedroom, I heard the faint but unmistakable sounds of someone's ass getting paddled. Chad didn't seem to notice. In bed, we followed our "formula" and settled into a nice 69. We did draw it out more than usual. I stopped each time I felt Chad start toward an orgasm. He was working on my pussy very gently, not sucking on my clit yet. He would lightly kiss around in my bush, nip at my thighs, kiss his way over to my pussy and tongue fuck me for a while before pulling back and repeating the process. It took us a half-hour of our favorite foreplay before I didn't stop when his orgasm began to develop. He went to work on my clit in earnest then and we went through our well-practiced variations of intensity until we both came at the same time. It seemed to last forever! I clamped my thighs around his head and humped like crazy. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth with the same intensity as his cum blasted into my mouth. I hungrily hoovered every drop of cum out of his dick and we finally rolled onto our backs. He reached for my hand and squeezed it. "Damn! We are GOOD!" Chad gasped. "Practice pays!" I replied, and kissed him gently. "Can I ask you something while was get our breath back?" "Sure?" he said, a little apprehensively. "What gives with Dene and the paddle she bought at Jan's store?" "Whoa-what store and what paddle?" Chad asked. "Oh. Sorry. That sexy lingerie store next to Jan's record shop? She keeps it a secret, but it's Jan's. She took us there to get a swim suit for Dene to replace that thing of mine she had to squeeze into yesterday. She's got an "adult toy" store behind the lingerie section, too, with all kinds of dildos and other stuff. Jan gave Dene $50 of store credit and she went a little nuts buying stuff, including a leather paddle. I didn't quite get that, but she grinned at me like I ought to know." "You got me," Chad said. "Dad used to be pretty strict with us when we were little, but he'd use either his hand or one of those biff bat things on us. If it was serious, it would be pants-down and right on the underwear. Or skirt up, I guess, in Dene's case. The last time I remember either of us getting, though, it was Mom giving it to Dene. Come to think of it, Dene was getting it pretty often then, and for dumb stuff. Kind of like she was asking for it. It was around the time her tits started growing, I think. Anyway, after Mom gave it to her that time, they started grounding her instead and she stopped doing so much stupid stuff." "I heard somebody's ass getting paddled as we got out of the shower." "Wow. Had to have been Jan on Dene or vice versa," Chad speculated. "Pretty much. I've gotta find out what that's about. Chad?" "Mmm?" "What do you think will happen with the language thing? Did Eddie have any thoughts?" "He said if the Army had half a brain, they'd spend my AIT on languages. But he said that might or might not be a good thing for me. It might land me in Army Intelligence, and that might make it tough to tell anyone where I was or what I was doing. He said you and I ought to have some code words that would pass a censor if I wanted to keep you in the loop." "Holy Shit!...Chad?" "Um Hmm." "You think we should get married? I mean before you leave for AIT?" The marriage question had stayed unvoiced for a long time. I thought about it all the time. I didn't really want to get married right away, but suddenly, it seemed like the time was short. (Holy Shit! I just proposed to HIM!) "I've been trying to bring that up since I got here, Kath, but I've been scared. In fact, I've been thinking it ever since March." "It is scary. I'm not sure I want to be a married woman before I'm out of college. What scares you?" "Mostly I was scared you would say no. And I'm not sure it's a good idea to get married and then leave. I can't imagine spending the future with anyone but you. Now, I've got no idea what the future is going to be. If we don't get married now, will you wait for me 'till I get out?" "Is that a proposal of some sort?" "Well, yes-not how I'd figured I'd propose, but yes. Kathy-I want to marry you. Maybe not this week, but I want to marry you and nobody else." "Then yes-absolutely. I'd wait for 20 years if that's what it took." "That's a long time without sex!" Chad teased, "can you manage?" "Hey!" I shot back, "I'm only waiting to marry you-I didn't say a thing about no sex! But just in case, maybe we'd better store up a few more memories to sustain us!" I reached down to play with his dick. It was soft, but sprang to life quickly and Chad pulled me close for a deep kiss. The kiss brought instant moisture to my pussy as Chad soon discovered. He mounted me in the missionary position and slammed his dick home with authority. "YES!" I whispered huskily, "Hard and fast! Keep it up! Keep it up! Keep it UP. FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!" And did he ever! After about 5 minutes, I had another vaginal orgasm and punctuated the air with a series of low, loud grunts. I was vaguely aware that Jan and Dene could probably hear me, but I just didn't care. Chad knew I came (how could he miss it!) but he didn't stop. He kept slamming into me with fierce intensity and goddamit, I came again not 30 seconds later! Still, he didn't stop. He fucked me hard for fully 15 minutes until he himself began growling, low and deep in his chest, and then exploded into me and roared. Even after his orgasmic spasms stopped, he didn't pull out. He propped himself on his elbows above me and kissed me for a long time. I wrapped my legs around his ass and marveled at the perfect delight in and around me. He rolled off me and lay on his back briefly before asking: "Want me to clean you up?" "Only if you like it. I got the impression you had to make yourself do it on the beach." Chad winked at me, then moved between my legs and began sucking our combined juices out of my pussy. Fair being fair, I moved around to suck his dick some more, enjoying both the traces of my own juices and the few remaining drops of cum that I could suck out of Chad's now flaccid dick. After a bit, I woke up with my cheek on his thigh and his arm draped over my hips. In the dim light, I realized he was hard again. "You awake?" I whispered. "Yep!" "You're hard!" "Yep!" "Hmmm. Whatcha got on your mind?" "I was thinking I forgot to get on my knees when I proposed." It took my sleepy mind a few moments to connect with what he was thinking, but then asked: "Chadwick Preston! Are you going to propose while you fuck me doggy style?" Beebe and Petey Ch. 07 "Depends on your, ahh, receptivity." "On your knees, big boy!" I said, coming back to life. Quickly, we were "coupled" again. Chad held my hips as he slowly moved the full length of his dick in and out while he sweetly proclaimed how much he loved me and finally asked: "Kathy, will you be my wife?" "I can't answer that without looking at you Chad. See if we can spin me around and lift me up." It went more smoothly than I thought it might! Without taking his dick out of me, Chad pulled me to the end of the bed, lowered my hips, helped me turn on my back and then scooped me up in his arms as he stood upright. I wrapped my legs around his back and said "YES!" then kissed him deeply. I felt him cum again while we stood. I felt so happy; the tears began flowing as I kissed him over and over. Monday and Tuesday nights were much the same, just without the proposal. I agreed we wouldn't say anything until he could get me a ring. He wasn't sure about whether or not to ask my dad for "my hand" since we'd already passed that point. I thought it would make Dad happy, so we kept quiet until we got to St. Louis. The four of us went our separate ways during the day, Jan and Dene to the store, Chad to Eddie's for language lessons and me to school in the daytime. We ate take out together in the evenings, and then retired to bedrooms at opposite ends of the house for sex. It was Dene's ass on the receiving end of the paddle, I learned, but she would only smile when I asked her what the hell was going on there. Tuesday night, she raised her skirt to reveal her bare behind as she walked down the hall to Jan's room. It was a mottled red with a few rectangular bruises. I resolved that she would absolutely tell all before we parted. Wednesday, we were off for Thanksgiving in St. Louis and a huge family reunion. To be continued Beebe and Petey Ch. 08 "Kathy, will you marry me?" Chad was down on one knee holding up an open box with a diamond ring nestled inside. Dene had kept me upstairs on the pretense of helping her with her hair. That was pretty lame, so I knew something was afoot. I suspected Chad was setting up a way to "pop the question" but I didn't let on. We rounded the corner of the dining room to see both of our families standing around an overflowing table, grinning hugely as they watched us. Chad had been hidden by the wall until we stepped into the room "YES!!!!" I squealed, and jumped into his arms to kiss him as he stood back up. The families erupted in applause. It was a ruse, of course, since I had already popped the question once and Chad had popped it twice. I grinned remembering the last time I'd said yes--arms wrapped around Chad's neck and legs around his ass with his dick in my pussy. Still, he had surprised me with the ring, and our families were delighted. My folks loved Chad, his folks loved me and (although the parents weren't wise to it) our siblings were also our lovers. It was the best Thanksgiving dinner in the history of either family, I think. Our parents had been next-door neighbors for years in Corpus Christi. They had worked together at ARADMAC (short for Army Aeronautical Depot Maintenance Center.) Now, late in 1971, there had been a big personnel shuffle sending Dene and Chad's folks to work at AVSCOM--the Army's aviation command center in St Louis, and my folks to Sharp Army Depot in California. Having both families together again, especially with Chad and me getting engaged, put everyone in inexhaustible good spirits. Even Mom and Jan were hugging and laughing together. Finally the leftovers were all put away, dishes washed, and walks around the neighborhood completed. Jan and my parents had said goodnight and left for their hotel. Things were winding down. In the den, I sat in Chad's lap as another football game dragged on. Chad and his father were really into it, but if the team names hadn't flashed on the screen regularly, I wouldn't have remembered who was playing. Pretty soon, I kissed Chad goodnight as Dene and I excused ourselves to get ready for bed. We were sharing the double bed in Dene's room--the same bed we'd first made love on in Corpus Christi. Her mom kept apologizing that they couldn't offer me my own room. I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying how much I was looking forward to spending the night in Dene's bed, or more to the point, in Dene! I suspected the strap-on dildo she and Jan had been exercising was close at hand! I kept my night gown and robe close to the bed in case I had to become "public" at some point, but we hopped into bed completely naked and kissed hungrily. "So give--what's the deal with you and the paddle?" I said. "Don't you remember?" "I'm guessing a lot of things, but no--I'm clueless. Remember what?" "Did I not tell you? I was sure I did." "Well, tell me again and maybe it'll shake loose a memory." "It was my first orgasm!" "Whaaaat?" "My first orgasm, while Dad was paddling me." "Dene, I'd have remembered THAT! You never said a word!" "Damn. OK--here's the deal. We were 11, and I'd stayed at your house like an hour and a half after bedtime. (Not the first time, of course.) They finally had to call your folks to send me home. Dad was waiting at the door with that damned biff bat in his hand and I tried to run down to my room. He caught me by the arm and said trying to escape had just made it worse. I kicked him in the shin as hard as I could, which, as it turned out, wasn't one of my brightest ideas. The standard routine with the biff bat was five licks. If he was really mad, or we'd really done something bad, it was on the panties. He said: "Keep it up--we're at 5 for staying out late, five more for trying to run and five more for kicking me. You want more? Or shall we get going?" I told him I hated him and said 'just go ahead you son of a bitch' and he did. And of course he added 5 more for calling him a son of a bitch. He really laid into it, too, slowly, like he was winding up for each stroke. He usually gave all five whacks in less than 5 seconds, but now he was waiting at least five seconds between each one. It took forever! I was screaming and bawling and thrashing around. I was wearing those "nearly nude" panties, and they did absolutely nothing--I might as well not have had any on. Anyway, about lick 10 I felt my pussy getting wet, and about 15 I started cumming. I couldn't sit down for days, but damn! It was worth it!" "Chad said there was a time when you screwed up on purpose 'almost like you were asking for it' was what he said." "Yep! I'd do anything I could to piss them off just to get the paddle. I pushed it too far one time when I didn't wear panties. Dad pulled up my skirt, pulled it right back down and went for Mom. I had to tell her I'd crapped myself and threw them away. They must have caught on, or at least guessed, because after Mom paddled me they started grounding me instead of the paddle. Not nearly as much fun. Mom only gave five and didn't really lay it on." "I'll be damned! I didn't have a clue." "Sorry. I must have thought about telling you so often I fooled myself into thinking I really did." "So when Jan was paddling you, did you have to piss her off to get her to do it?" "Nah--Jan understood right away. She made me say how many and how hard--but she wouldn't even pretend to be mad at me. Usually, I'd have her stop just short of cumming and we'd really get it on." "How about us? Am I going to have to start beating your ass?" "Would you?" I dunno, Dene. I don't really like the idea of hitting you. And I really don't like the idea of marking up your gorgeous ass! Maybe sometime without family ears close by. What I'm more interested in right now is on the other side!" And with that, I pulled back the covers and slid down her belly and dived eagerly into her moist pussy. God--it hadn't even been a week since I ate her the last time, but it felt like I was coming home after being away a year! I heard her sigh contentedly and she spread her legs a little wider for me. Before long she rolled onto her side and we settled into a leisurely 69. The room echoed softly with the sounds of very wet lovemaking. Dene came first, burying her face in her pillow to muffle her orgasmic moans. She lay panting. I let her rest a bit, then patted her ass and said: "Hey! Quit your slacking!" Dene went straight for my clit and I went straight to the moon! That girl had my number! She could string me along for an hour right on the edge of an orgasm or blast me off in 30 seconds flat. I buried my face in the mattress and let out my own muffled screams as I clamped Dene's head between my thighs and bucked wildly. "Mmph! Kafeee--gib by heah bag!" (Which is how one says "Kathy--give me my head back!" when her face is clamped into a wet pussy by a runner's well-muscled thighs.) "Sorry" "Kath, one of these days you're gonna break my neck! Or smother me" "Sorry, sorry, sorry. I just have no control when you eat me like that, but please don't stop doing it. I'll try really hard to ease up." "No worries, lover." We both lay back, panting, until we recovered from the first round. "Dene, did you bring the strap-on?" "Oh, HELL yes! You want to wear it and use it on me? Or have me give it to you?" "I think maybe I'd like you to fuck me with it. How does it go on, anyway?" Dene retrieved the strap-on from a shoe bag her suitcase. Actually, the plastic dick was IN one of the tennis shoes in the shoe bag--the harness was wrapped tightly and stuffed into a shoe sack. I didn't realize they could be separated. Dene reassembled the dick into its leather holder and stepped into the harness. It took a little adjusting, but pretty soon Dene had a penis bobbing in front of her! It looked about the same size as Chad. I reached out and felt it. It was definitely bigger than the vibe I'd been using pre-Chad. We decided that since her springs squeaked, I'd bend over the footboard and take it doggy-style. "Hang on," Dene said, "I'll get some lube." "I'm still pretty wet, hon, don't think we'll need it." "Doesn't hurt to have some close by" she said, and retrieved a little tube of K-Y from her cosmetic case. "Ready?" "Pop it in, sweetie!" Dene eased the faux dick into my snatch. First sensation: Cold! Not frigid, but certainly not the same as Chad's nice warm dick. And it certainly wasn't skin! I had Dene keep it pressed all the way in while my body warmed it up. Second sensation: A little bigger and pokier. The plastic didn't give like Chad's dick did so if the angle didn't just exactly match my vagina, it wasn't very comfortable. We worked on that briefly--Dene knew just what I was talking about--and began some gently stroking. Third sensation: I loved Dene's thighs and abdomen bumping my ass and legs as she stroked in and out! I could feel her bush on my ass cheeks and felt my usual response--a very wet pussy! The strap on began to make slurpy gurgles. Dene's thighs make unmistakable slaps against my ass, too, and she had to ease off for fear of broadcasting our lovemaking through the house. I was hovering on another orgasm, but in spite of feeing her bush, I wasn't getting any closer from the strap on. "Dene, can you reach my clit?" I begged. "I think so, but let me add one more thing too." There was a pause, then I felt something warm on my asshole, followed by the tip of Dene's finger slipping in. She didn't run it in very far, just slid her finger in and out about to the first knuckle. At first, I lost ground on the orgasm—it slipped farther into the distance. But as I was about to ask her to stop, I felt my pussy clamp briefly on the dick and my belly quivered. Dene felt the signs. She used her opposite hand and reached my clit. That changed the angle of the strap on again, and not for the better, but BANG! As soon as her fingers found my love button I came anyway! It was all I could do to keep from making noise--nothing at hand to bury my face in this time! I felt my asshole rhythmically clamping on her finger while my pussy squeezed the shaft of the strap on. "Holy shit, Dene! My asshole?" I panted, as quietly as I could. "Was it OK? I'd never have guessed I'd go for that, but Jan gave me the same kind of surprise, and I liked it. I thought I'd risk it with you. If you didn't like it, I promise never to go there again." "I think I DID like it--I've just gotta work through feeling disgusted with myself now." "Well, I won't do it again unless you ask me to. Feel free to try it on me, but only if you want--that can be a challenge too. Listen, I've gotta hit the bathroom." Dene put on a robe and left the room. I lay back down on the bed and stretched out on my back--legs spread, arms over my head and my mind racing. I wanted two things at once--I wanted to spoon with Dene, feeling her tits and bush pressing into my back as we drifted off to sleep, and I wanted Chad in bed with me. I rolled onto my side. I heard the door open as Dene came back in and got into bed behind me. At least that's what I thought until Chad's arm came over my side and he kissed me on my cheek. "Dene and I swapped places in the bathroom," he whispered, "she's in my room for a while." "Ummm--good!" I murmurred. "Can you just spoon me for a while? Dene wore me out." "What were you guys up to? Or should I ask." "Our usual--at least for the first round. We made out and then had a great 69. Then she fucked me with that strap-on, though. And get this--she stuck her finger up my ass while I was about to cum! The strap-on was kind of fun, but we had to work at it to keep the angle right, and we couldn't really get into it because we were making noise. When the angle was wrong and it went crooked, it hurt. You didn't you hear anything, did you?" "I thought I heard the two of you going at it! But I was listening for it and my headboard is right on the other side of the wall. It wasn't very loud. I could hear your voices, but I couldn't hear what you were saying. I don't think it would have carried across the hall to Mom and Dad's room. How'd you like Dene probing your butthole?" "I'm still not sure. I mean, I started losing my mood for a while, but then my body decided it liked it, I guess, because I got hot again in a hurry. Dene probably felt it too, because it was right then she reached around and flicked my clit with her other hand and made me cum. I kind of like how my asshole squeezed her finger while my pussy was clamping down on that plastic dick." "I know the plastic dick liked it!" Chad teased. "It was a poor substitute, I'll tell you that. I'd have much rather had you in there." "Finger too?" "Well, maybe. I wouldn't be opposed to trying it again, especially after hearing Jan say she liked it up the ass. What do you think about it now? You want me to probe your prostate sometime?" "All that can be arranged! I'm at your service!" "Honestly, how about we just have a nice 69 for now, OK?" And we did! I took it slow on Chad, licking his glans, gently playing with his balls, rubbing the pre-cum around on my lips when it began flowing. I made a mental note to get my lips really well-coated and kiss him that way sometime. He went slowly with me too, with lots of gentle stroking and caresses. After about 15 miutes we accelerated and brought each other off within seconds of the same moment. As I felt his orgasm building, I ran a playful finger up his ass. He stiffened and paused just a beat, then buried his finger up my ass too and came in buckets. I swallowed a huge load of Chad's cum! After we panted our way back to normalcy, Chad came up behind me and we fell asleep spooning. "Kath! Chad! Kath! KATH! Wake up!" I opened one eye to find Dene leaning over us, tits swinging gently. "It's 4AM--better swap bedmates again! And Kath, probably better slip your nightgown on too." I barely recall pulling the gown on. I felt Chad leave the bed and Dene take his place. The next thing I knew, Dene's mom was tapping on the door, then opening it to call us for breakfast. Glad I had my gown on! Dene and I pulled on our robes and headed down to breakfast. "Hey, sleepyheads!" Chad greeted us. He had on his sweats and WAS sweating! "You missed a great run! Got in about 5 miles this morning!" "Ooof! That's just plain nuts!" Dene growled. "This is a holiday--you shouldn't be doing that crazy stuff!" "Breakfast is served!" Dene's mom called from the kitchen. We went in to a spread only a little less impressive than Thanksgiving dinner. She had made a breakfast casserole, fried up a bunch of bacon, had pitchers of milk, OJ, grape and V-8 juice out, coffee steaming in mugs at our places, English muffins, biscuits (the Bisquick kind, not the cardboard tube kind) a bowl of sausage gravy, homemade strawberry jam, and was taking a tray of cinnamon rolls out of the oven! "Mom, this is amazing! You must have been up all night!" Chad crowed. "Oh, only about 5 to get things started. I've snacked some already--you three dig in!" "Where's Dad?" Dene asked. "He ran down to the motel to pick up Jan and your folks, Kathy. They should be back soon. We'll eat in shifts, so go ahead and get started! (?!? Dad had a rental. How come---oh well.) We ate until we were as full as last night! Then, right on cue, Jan and my parents arrived with Dene's dad and took our places at the kitchen table. After breakfast, Chad's dad came into the den where I was chatting casually with Chad and Dene--remembering childhood adventures and misadventures. "So, kids, Kathy's dad was telling me about Eddie Vu teaching Chad Vietnamese. Eddie said Chad is pretty amazing. Chad, would you and Kathy want to run down to AVSCOM with me this afternoon? There's a guy I think you might enjoy meeting." So that afternoon found us on the 13th floor of the Mart building in downtown St. Louis, talking to yet another Army guy with Vietnamese heritage. Chad and the Vietnamese guy went into an office, and Chad's dad took me down to the 10th floor where he worked. It was pretty empty--most people had taken the Friday after Thanksgiving off. There really wasn't much to see--rows of grey metal government desks, rows of egg-crate florescent lights dropped from the ceiling. Small offices appeared periodically up against outside walls, one of which was his as Section Chief. He introduced me to his staff as "my future daughter" which brought a lot of smiles--mine included. We sat in his office and closed the door. "So have you two talked about a date?" "We're still talking, but even if he really is deployed to Vietnam, we'll probably wait until he comes back. It's a hard question." "Well, you know that Mom and I will support anything the two of you decide--your folks too." "I know--I'm really lucky. I already know mys will be fabulous. (He smiled.) So what's going on upstairs? Who is that guy with Chad?" "He's Army Intelligence, but don't ever, and I do mean EVER, repeat that. As for what's going on, I'm not sure. I'm guessing that Chad will be told in no uncertain terms not to repeat anything they let him in on, and that they won't actually tell him anything sensitive. I'm also guessing that they're checking out what Eddie Vu said about his ability with languages to see if they want to shift his AIT to some spook kind of deal." "Kathy, if they suck him into intelligence, it may be smart what you said about waiting until he's out. A wife can be a dangerous leverage in that line of work. And you should probably work out a way to communicate past censors." "Chad said the same thing about censors--but not about Army Intelligence, just in general. We haven't done it yet, but it needs to be pretty foolproof to accommodate Chad's spelling." This visit was beginning to worry me. I had pushed Chad ahead on the languages, and now I worried that I might have launched him into something even more dangerous than the infantry. My imagination was running full speed. Would he be skulking around behind enemy lines, spying on conversations? Would I be able to get messages to him at all? Would his dyslexia get in the way and get him or someone else killed? Chad's dad watched me quietly for a while, then reached out and laid a hand on my shoulder. "Honey, don't let your imagination run away with you." (How'd he know it was! Guess I'm pretty transparent.) "My guess is that they'll groom Chad to be a 'verifier'. That's a guy who's not supposed to be skilled in language but can listen in on official translations and blow the whistle on a translator that hides or distorts what was being said. It's not usually something that happens on the front lines. It happens in interrogation centers or in meetings with South Vietnamese army guys. Anyway, we don't even know yet if they're going to steer him in that direction. We just need to wait and see." Eventually, Chad was brought to his dad's office and we headed home. Chad said they had him talk with a Cambodian woman and a Vietnamese guy, but they didn't give any clue about why they did that, or what they planned to do. Friday afternoon. The three of us had two nights left before another long separation. We decided to leave the families and head out on our own for dinner and a movie, warning them not to wait up for us. Dinner we had! The movie--well, we skipped the movie. There was a motel on Lindbergh near the airport that advertised waterbeds. Waterbeds were all the rage in Playboy, and we decided to give it a whirl. Between the 3 of us, we had enough cash, and Chad's military ID even got us a discount! We had fun bouncing around and riding each other's waves for a bit before we got down to being horny. Chad discovered a deck of cards in the bedside table and we decided to warm up with some strip poker. We might as well have played "high card" because we decided no one could fold, but dealing 5 card draw let the suspense build. I suggested that the winner of each hand would remove one article of clothing from the lowest hand, then give them a kiss to thank them for being a gracious loser. Beebe and Petey Ch. 08 "Are you two still OK with playing naked together?" I asked. They looked at each other. "We don't want to fuck anymore, Kath. We liked it while we were hot and turned on, but after we came, it just felt too weird." Dene said. "I don't mind giving you a kiss, though, Bebe, or seeing you stripped naked when Petey and I get all the good hands!" "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy taking your panties, Sis, and watching you two hot babes frolic in the nude while I still have all my clothes!" "OK! Game's on then!" I declared. "Deuces wild, 3 card limit on the draw." I dealt myself two pairs, jacks and kings, with a 3 on the side. I pitched the trey and drew one card--a deuce! Full house! It didn't seem quite like poker without the betting, but it was fun none-the-less, especially holding a full house! When we laid down the cards, though, I had the low hand!! Crap! Dene had a flush and Chad had a full house with aces over. Dene smiled and made her way across the wavy bed to remove my crocheted vest and give me a kiss. Chad's deal--after the draw, I had the low hand AGAIN! No one had anything spectacular this time. Dene won with a pair of 8s and Chad's high card 10 beat my miserable collection of nothing. Dene took a shoe and gave me another kiss, longer and deeper this time. I lost 4 more hands in a row and was down to my panties before things turned around. Chad had claimed my bra on the most recent hand and planted his kiss on my tits instead of my lips which was just FINE with me. I could still feel the wetness on my puckered nipples. It was my deal again and I decided wild cards had been doing me in. Each time I thought I might win, one of the sex sibs came up with enough wild cards to beat the crap of a good hand. I called "NO DAMN TRUMPS" this time, and dealt out the cards. I dealt myself a king-high flush and stood pat. Chad and Dene each drew three. THIS time, my hand stood up! I claimed Chad's slacks, pulling them off over his shoes, and cupped his balls in my hand as I collected my kiss. Dene dealt next and I won that one too! Two pairs, 9s and 7s, but it beat Chad's pair of queens and Dene's jack-high. Dene's slacks came off first too, and I slid my hand in her panties as I laid her back on the waterbed to kiss her deeply. I shuddered as my hand and forearm nestled in her bush. I felt her pussy get wet. Mine too. Hot and fully horny now, I proposed a change in the rules: Winner collects two articles from EACH low hand. If there aren't enough pieces of clothing, then 30-second favors named by the winner. To my surprise, they went for it! I'd half-expected to see them throw the cards away and just strip off! I won again!! I collected boxers, panties, a shirt and a blouse. That left Dene in her bra, socks and shoes, and Chad in his undershirt, socks, shoes and a great hardon. Dene won the next one and collected my panties and Chad's shoes. "And I believe I get to name a 'favor' from you, Kath, right?" Dene purred. "Your wish is my command, oh master," I replied. "Then spank my ass, one smack every 5 seconds, as hard as you can." My eyes widened. "No shit, Dene?" "No, I won't shit," she teased, "At least I don't think you can smack me that hard with just your hand!" "You're sure?" "I'm sure! Lay on, McPetey!" and Dene leaned over the edge of the bed with her ass in the air. I stood beside the bed and have her ass a loud smack. "That can't be your best effort. Try again. Start over." I gave it everything I had and it knocked her forward a few inches. "THERE you go hon. Five more of those. And if I cum don't stop. Just keep going until I get them all!" I alternated cheeks and gave her the best I had in me. My hand was stinging! I couldn't quite see why she liked this, but clearly she did. She drew a sharp breath and trembled with each blow. She didn't cum, but she was as horny as I've ever seen Dene. That, by the way, is saying something! "Fuck the rest of the poker game! C'mere, Petey, eat me! Chad--fuck her like you did at the beach--slam her so hard you knock her face into my pussy!" Dene rolled to her back and I dived in. My pussy had already gotten moist from sticking my hand down Dene's panties, and when my face hit her bush I got sopping wet in a hurry. I felt a drop of pussy juice roll down my inner thigh before Chad could even get his fingers to me. "Wow! You're ready to go!" Chad exclaimed as his fingers found my slit. The fingers were immediately replaced by his dick and he rammed it home with authority. The water bed, as it turned out, was wildly different from the beach. In some ways, it was more work. This was before the days when water beds had channels and compartments and wave-damping fillers. It was hard for Chad to get good purchase on the mattress to fuck me as hard as he did on the beach. On the other hand, Dene and I were riding rolling waves that alternately pushed my face deeper in her snatch and pulled us apart. It didn't take long for Dene to cum, but I showed no mercy. I kept tonguing her hole, sucking her clit, biting her vulva, fingering her vag and in a moment of abandon when I could tell she was on her way to another orgasm, I ran a pussy-slicked finger up her ass. That brought a loud moan, a "YESSSS" through gritted teeth and an orgasm that nearly pinched my finger off! That must have done it for Chad too, because while Dene was grunting through her orgasm, Chad began echoing her behind me! "Ngh," BAM! "Ngh," BAM, "Ngh," BAM! Somewhere he found leverage and each orgasmic thrust rocked me forward hard into Dene's crotch. Finally, Chad slowed and pulled out, patting my ass. I felt hot wet juices sliding down both thighs. "Did you cum, hon?" Chad asked. "I couldn't tell." "Not yet, lover. You two rest a minute, then draw a card to see who finishes me off." Dene responded: "I say fuck the cards. In fact, I already said that, so I repeat: Fuck the cards! We'll tag team you. Just as soon as I'm not panting." "Good plan, Sis. Two minutes," said Chad. I rolled off Dene's cunt and onto my back, arms and legs spread. My right arm ended up across Dene's chest and I grabbed a tit. "What do you think, brother, 1 minute shifts at her pussy, and sucking her tits in the off moments?" "I'm going in!" Chad said gleefully. "Hey, save some of your load for me!" Dene cried as she bounced over to my chest and began playing. "Oooo--Chad. That's niiiice. If you can, though, try not to rub my clit with your nose--I'm afraid Dene won't get a turn before I cum!" Chad's response was to move up and suck my clit into his lips and flick it with the tip of his tongue. I screamed and came like a ton of fireworks! "Who said you only get one orgasm?" Chad said as he scraped me off the ceiling. "Your turn, Sis!" "Oh, Hell yes!" said Dene as they traded places. It took longer for my next one. They gave up on shifts and Dene worked me over for a half-hour, bringing me almost to an orgasm, then backing off dozens of times. Finally, I pulled Chad's hungry lips off my chest and panted: "Gimme your dick!" I rolled his balls in my hand and milked his cock until a little, clear drop of pre-cum appeared. The sight of it brought me right up to the peak. As that silky drop hung on the end of his dick, I slowly raised my lips to it and licked. The instant my tongue collected that beautiful, shimmering drop, I came again. I lost track of time while my entire body bucked and twisted. As I gradually became aware of my surroundings again, I heard a muffled cry coming from between my legs. Oops. I released Dene's head. "Dammit, lover! You're gonna kill me one of these days!" "I would just HATE that! Who'd I train to eat me even half as good as you!" "Hey!" Chad complained. "You sayin' my sister eats your pussy better than me?" "Of course I do!" Dene grinned. "Nobody can eat pussy like a girl does, and I'm better than most girls!" "I'll need to collect more data!" I teased, "I'd hate to rush into a decision for fear of being incorrect! You both better eat me some more. I think I'll be ready to decide after, oh, 50 more times each." "Don't get greedy, now," said Dene, "or I'll have to punish you!" "I don't think so, Dene, and don't even start down that road. I might let you smack my ass, LIGHTLY, to see what you're going on about, but let's not get into wacky role-play. I'm not going to "punish" you and don't think even for a minute you're going to turn me on with discipline. I didn't have the same introduction you did and I guarantee 'punishment' will be a turn-off." "Uh-oh. That was just a tease, lover. I'm hoping that if you try it you'll like the ass-smacking as much as I do, but I was only trying to joke our way into giving it a shot. I don't ever want to dominate you, and that wasn't what it was about when I had you spank me just now. There's just something about the way my ass stings that sends me to the moon! Jan says it's not all that uncommon. If you want to try it sometime, say the word. I promise, you'll be in control of how many and how hard." "I've gotta admit, I liked watching," Chad added. "There's something satisfying about seeing your pest of a little sister get her butt lit up--I guess I'm not done being a brother--but there was something really erotic about it too. You were clearly into it, Dene. And I'm way past feeling weird about seeing you naked, so watching those spectacular tits hanging down and swinging around when Petey laid into you was a huge turn-on." "Okay, okay! Spank my ass!" I said with an air of resignation, certain that it would do nothing but wipe out the nice underlying horniness I was feeling. In fact, I could feel it slipping away already. "Start light and get harder gradually. I'll tell you when to stop with the force, and when to stop with the smacks." "There you go hon! Just give it a chance. If this doesn't do anything for you, we'll stop and never look back, but at least we'll know." "I don't think my tits are going to give you the same show as Dene's, BeeBe. Sorry." "Hey, don't do that! I love your tits! Don't ever apologize for perfection!" I just raised an eyebrow. He was probably being sincere, but I've nursed an inferiority complex over my itty-bittys for so long it's never far from my thinking. "Where do you want me?" I asked. "Let's have you over Chad's lap," Dene suggested. "In fact, let's have him do the spanking." "I dunno, Sis. Hurting Kath is the very last thing in the world I want to do." "Me too, but let's let Kathy be the judge of that, OK? What we're after here is to turn her on, and if we discover a new way to do that it's gonna be good for all three of us, right?" "You OK with this?" Chad asked me. "Lying across your naked thighs with your dick poking my ribs while you play with my ass? Now let me think--well YES! In fact I am OK with that!" I pushed him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and plopped down across his lap. "I have one more suggestion," Dene said. "Let Chad start patting your ass lightly. Not spanks yet, just pats. We'll have him keep up a nice steady rhythm until you ask for more intensity. Then just a little bit harder. Keep up a steady rhythm--you call for firmer strokes if you want them." "Or just say stop," she added, stooping to look directly in my eyes. "OK?" I drew a breath. "Lay on, McBeBe," I said, a little tentatively. Chad didn't start with the pats right away. He stroked up and down my back, down my ass to my thighs and then back up. He lightly squeezed my butt cheeks and tickled my ass cleavage. When he started the pats, he used both hands-softly playing my butt like a set of bongos. I had to admit it felt pretty good. "Kick it up a little, honey." The pats began to sting just a little. With the stinging, I felt my pussy tingle. Damn! Maybe Dene was onto something. I squirmed a little and Chad stopped, alarmed. "Just getting comfortable, baby. Keep on going." The strokes resumed. "Your ass is turning red, babe," Chad said. "I can believe it! And damned if my pussy isn't getting juicy again!" The stinging began to feel kind of normal. "Ramp it up a little more, Babe," I said to Chad. The next swat was serious and I yelped. "Oh God, I'm so sorry!" Chad stopped and gently stroked my ass. "Grrrrr," I growled,"--give me about a dozen more just like that! Slowly." "Are you sure?" "Absolutely!" Dene came around in front of me and stepped in close. Her furry belly was at face level. I rubbed my cheek against it and hugged her around her hips as Chad began the last dozen. Dene's bush has always been a fetish for me. The sight and feel of it never fails to get me wet from a standing start, or add height and intensity to my orgasms if we're already going at it. I grabbed her ass with both hands as Chad laid on number six. My orgasm started with number 7 and lasted until he was done. I probably had a bunch of them, but they rolled in one after the other and it was impossible to tell if it was one long one or multiples strung together. Oddly, I was only vaguely aware of the stinging swats as they landed after my orgasm(s) began! I rolled over and curled up in Chad's arms, still panting. There was a loud knock on the door. What the Hell?!? "Get in the bathroom," Chad hissed, grabbing his pants. "Yes?" he said through the closed door. "We're getting complaints about noise. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, or I'll call the police." "I'm so sorry--we were, um, well it's just that we were just married and, um, well--you know?" "Swell for you. But you've got 15 minutes to pack up and leave," shouted the coarse voice behind the door. "Damned kids!" I could tell Chad was pissed and about to argue. "Honey--it's OK! We need to leave anyway. Let's just gather up our stuff and head back." "If we're gonna fight, let's pick a different one, BeBe," Dene added, "take a breath." Chad wasn't happy with the motel asshole, and he wasn't thrilled with Dene and me either, but he stomped back into the room and started gathering his clothes. Dene and I were back into ours in under a minute and we headed out the door together. Asshole was standing out in the parking lot, arms folded, but from our left, applause started! We looked and the next two rooms down had their doors open and 4 young couples were standing outside in their robes cheering us and giving us a thumbs-up. The guys all looked military, and not like new recruits. Looking at Chad's haircut, one guy called: "Give 'em hell, soldier!" We glanced right and saw a wrinkled face disappear as the curtain whisked shut. The complainer. Asshole stepped forward to say something to us, but our neighbor yelled at him, striding forward until he was inches from Asshole--"Hey you fucking douche bag! There's a whole fucking wing of fucking jarheads camped out here--you fuck with this soldier anymore and you'll be pulling pieces of your goddammed sleazebag motel out your asshole till you die! The only good news will be that you won't last till morning!" And then to us, gently: "Hey soldier--here's a refund. You stay safe. We'll get reimbursed from asshole here after you're gone." He shoved a $50 in Chad's hand and clasped his shoulder. "Fuck 'em all while you're here, son, cuz there ain't nothing worth sticking your dick in where you're headed." Asshole reconsidered whatever it was he was about to say to us. Chad faced the Marine. "From an Army puke you know this is hard to say, but Semper Fi, friend, and thanks." "Semper Fi," came the reply, "Good luck and Godspeed buddy." Their girlfriends came to give Dene and me hugs. "You two keep on fuckin' him till he leaves, honey, OK? Every chance you get till he leaves. It'll be a long stretch after that till he gets R&R." As we drove away, we saw 4 very large, grizzled Marines gathered around Asshole. I suspected they were discussing the finer points of military service in hostile territory. We rolled in at Chad and Dene's house about 2AM. To be continued-- Beebe and Petey Ch. 09: Conclusion If you're just now joining the series, here are the characters: Chad, (nickname BeeBe) age 20, drafted and on leave between basic training and AIT Kathy, (nickname Petey) age 18, College student, Chad's fiancée' Denise, (nickname Dene) age 18, Chad's sister and Kathy's best friend Jan, age 28, Kathy's sister Tony, age 26, Jan's lover/boyfriend—ex Air Force, airline pilot. Dave, age 20, a friend of Chad's ***** Saturday morning, Nov 27th, 1971 This time Dene and I were up and going before Chad! Yesterday morning he had already tucked away a 5 mile run before we staggered down; this morning there was no sign of him. Last night had been another round of intense sex and adventure. It was the wildest we'd ever had in our fledgling adventures; the evening ended when we got kicked out of a motel!! Either the walls were pretty damned thin or we must have been a lot noisier than we realized. (Maybe both!) The consolation, if there was one, came when we got a standing ovation from the TWO rooms to our left. The room on our right must have lodged the complaint; we saw a curler-bristled head disappear behind a curtained window. But the folks down the row to the left were a group of Marines fresh back from 'Nam, and they loved it! [Writing this now, I'm struck by the fact that if this happened today there would already be video clips on YouTube and Facebook with strings of comments. But in 1971, thank goodness, no cops, no record, no foul.] This morning Dene's parents had already left to pick up my folks and Jan at their hotel to hit the sales at the west suburbs biggest mall. Dene and I opted for a quick breakfast of cereal, juice and coffee then headed up for showers. I peeked in Chad's room. He tentatively opened one eye, then smiled: "Hey! I know you-you're that wild broad who screamed so loud when she came a whole hotel full of marines broke into applause!" "Thank you! Thank you!" I acknowledged, opening my robe and bowing deeply. Then I dropped it on the floor, peeled off my nightgown and leaped onto his bed. "Guess my folks are gone, huh? I scared myself for a minute after I said that! I forgot who might hear!" "Just me and Dene. Your folks are picking up Mom, Dad and Jan and heading out to Northwest Plaza to hit the sales. Sooo-you hiding a banana under the sheets or are you glad to see me?" I reached over to see for myself. "Hey, you two-you're not starting something without me, are you?" Dene asked as she leaned into Chad's room. "Wouldn't think of it!" I answered back. "Oh?" Dene said with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry to have misinterpreted! I thought maybe finding you nude in Chad's bed holding his dick meant something was starting." "Nah," I said, "not without you; I knew you were right behind me." "Are you sure you two wouldn't like to catch a shower before we jump back into this?" Chad asked. "I, for one, ain't too damned fresh anymore." We had to admit we were awfully ripe after last night's sexcapades in the waterbed. I headed for the shower. Dene stayed behind in Chad's room. As I was stepping from the bathroom I heard the door open downstairs and Jan's voice called: "Are you three up and moving yet?" "Hey Jan! We're up-did you bail out on the shopping trip?" "I doubted I'd be interested in the same shops so I've got Dad's rental and they're riding with Dene's folks." "I'm just out of the shower and getting dressed-Dene just got into the hall shower and Chad's using the master bath-be down is a sec!" Pretty soon we were giving Jan the blow-by-blow of our Friday night! We hammed it up a little. At the end, she was laughing so hard tears were streaming down her cheeks. "You three are a fucking trip!" she howled. "Guess you have some idea of how much noise you can make in a motel now, huh? And a bunch or jarheads saved your bacon? You better hope they didn't get your name, Chad, or you'll NEVER hear the end of it from them or your Army buddies either!" "I'll take their shit if it comes to that," Chad said, "getting a standing ovation and seeing Sir Asshole-the-Manager try to shrink into his shoes almost made the ending worthwhile! The only thing I feel bad about is almost losing my temper. I was ready to go all kung fu on that piece of shit. If Kath and Dene hadn't talked some sense into me, I'd have fucked things up for all of us." "A good piece of self-knowledge, Chad. So anyway, what's on tap for the finale? You got plans for tonight?" "I'm of two thoughts-" Chad said, "I would love to find a place where the 4 of us could play, but I wouldn't mind spending the last night with everybody here-all 8 of us." "I could go for family night." I chimed in. "Don't think I can sit for the whole evening," Dene said, soto voce. "HA!" I added. "There's a price to pay for your ass-whacking fetish! I'm still stinging a little too, and I didn't take anything like what I gave you!" "But you liked it, didn't you," Dene grinned. "You're taking the paddle too, Tiger?" Jan asked me. "How'd you like it?" "We just used hands, not paddles, but I came like a ton of bricks!" "Lemme see your ass!" Jan demanded, and I dropped trou to moon her. "Still a little pink, but no marks," she judged. "Dene, let's see yours!" Dene's ass still had some fading rectangular paddle marks from Jan's ministrations earlier in the week, but she was also still sporting crimson hand prints from my work last night. "Holy crap! Whose work is this!" "Kathy's-I had to push a little to get her up to speed, but she gave me some good ones!" "Nice work, Tiger!" Jan gave Dene a good swat as she yanked her slacks back up. Dene yelped, then ooooo'd. The sexy teasing went on a while longer, but in the end we decided to stay home for the last night. Dene, Pam and I had to head back to school and work. My folks had a long day of travel to get back to California with 16 hours total travel time and two layovers. Jan and I had it easiest-one of Tony's partners in the -210 had flown it to St. Charles Tuesday to take a flight for Delta and would be flying it back tomorrow afternoon. He agreed to drop us at Corpus before heading back to their home field north of Dallas. Chad was going to spend a week with his folks and then take a bus to Corpus to spend a few days with me before reporting for AIT. Dene was planning to take "The Dog" (Greyhound) back to Bloomington, Indiana and classes at IU. There was a surprise at dinner! Dene announced that she had quit the IU swim team. Her scholarship was good through the end of the fall semester, but wouldn't be renewed for the spring semester. "My classes are taking more work than I'm used to," she explained, "and the team practices were longer and more exhausting than high school. It was a hard choice, but I decided if I wanted to have a shot at law school I just had to make classes my first priority. The out-of-state tuition is going to be pretty rough without the scholarship, Dad, so I can transfer to Mizzou at semester break." There was a moment of stunned silence before Dene's dad spoke. "Well, if swimming is pulling down your studies, you're making the right decision. I'm a little surprised, I guess. I thought things were going well. Your mid-terms were pretty good." "It was only a 3.5, Dad. That was a wake-up call. There were a couple of really obvious times when swim got in the way-I missed a quiz because I cut class to practice, and I was just too tired to finish a project the way I knew it should have been done. I think I can still pull it up to a 4.0 for the semester. I've been spending the time I gained from dumping swim practice to do extra credit assignments, talk with the Profs and TAs and make sure I get everything mastered all the way, like I did in high school. It's pretty clear I made the right decision to drop swim-things are going really well now." "Is there still time to apply to Mizzou?" Dene's mom asked. "I haven't really pursued that yet. It might be too late, but if it is, I can move back here, work a semester and apply for the fall semester." "Let's explore the options before we pick a direction. Are you happy otherwise at IU? Are the classes good? You have some good friends?" her dad asked. "The classes are pretty good. 3 of them are survey courses-big lectures with TAs doing most of the teaching, but the content is OK. It's probably the same at any big school. My roomy is nice-we get along OK, but I was a hermit until I quit the team, either hitting the pool or hitting the books. I didn't really click with the team. I mean, they weren't antagonistic or anything but I didn't get close to anyone. We were all in the same boat-it's hard to socialize while you're swimming 5 or 10 miles a day, and there wasn't much time left after that. We had the bus trips for away meets, but even those weren't much of a deal. I always had my nose in a book. It's actually better now-there's a girl in the one challenging class I've got who seems about at my level. We study together pretty regularly, and find things to do on weekends. She's in a sorority and wants me to rush next semester, but I'm not sure about that, even if I don't transfer." The conversation between Dene and her folks took up most of the rest of dinner. I was surprised she hadn't tipped me off, and a little irritated, but I kept my mouth shut. After dinner, Dad put his arm around my shoulders and asked: "So how are things going for you, Kitten? We were a little surprised Dene was having a rough go. Are you OK?" "It's kind of the other way around for me, Dad. I'm still bored stiff in all but one of my classes. I pulled a 4.0 at mid-terms, and unless Calculus blows up, I should still have that locked in for the semester. I just can't wait to get to Rice. I'm afraid my brain will start to rot if I don't use it more. I'm worried sick about Chad, though. It's going to be hard not to let that distract me. We've got to figure out a date. I don't think it will be before he gets shipped out. Dad, I just don't know what's best." "Jan was right when she told us to trust you, hon. But don't feel like you're on your own. Use Mom and me to bounce things off of while you think things through. Don't be afraid to use long-distance-there are times when it's worth the expense, and I can probably get an auto-von line at work. You know you're always welcome to move in with us in California, too-they're got some pretty great schools there." As independent as I thought I was, it felt so good to have Dad's arm around me and to know he was still in my corner. I felt my eyes water up as I hugged him and whispered, "Thanks, Dad." All eight of us stayed up in the family room until about 11 that night, with conversations that swirled around alternately in small clusters and then with everyone jumping in. It had a very comfortable, safe feeling-maybe more so because we all knew things would never be quite the same. Dene and I finally fell into bed and I spooned her as we talked softly. "Dene-what the Hell. Last time we talked, you were going to be a teacher and coach swimming! Where did law school come from? And what's the deal with swim? I had no idea you'd dropped it. You're a damn fish-there's got to be more, isn't there?" "Yeah. Not sure I want to talk about it." "Dene-how come? Did you fuck up? You know I don't care. And I think you need to talk. Hon, tell me, OK? Tell your Petey what's going on." I felt her begin to sob quietly. I kissed her shoulder and drew her closer to me, nestling my cheek next to hers. "Yeah. I fucked up. With the coach. I feel like I've been cheating on you." "Holy Crap, Dene! I thought we were past that! You get to do whoever you want! You didn't abandon me. I know you won't ever abandon me, and if you entertain yourself with other lovers while we're apart, it's OK! For God's sake, just look whose arms are you in this minute! And whose pussy were you in the last two nights! You didn't cheat on me, so just cut that crap out. And tell me every lurid detail!" "You sure?" "I'm abso-fucking-positive." "I still feel guilty, but thanks." "So what happened?" "Well, the coach called me into her office the first week. She said she always wanted to get to know her girls individually and invited me to her house for dinner. She said it would be a small group of us, but when I got there, it was just me. She was wearing a thin shift, and I could see she was braless. She's built kind of like you, by the way, and I thought: "No big deal-her house, her option." She gave me some wine, and then some more, and then she served a really great linguine dish with these huge shrimp. It felt weird at first, like I was on trial or something. I really worked at not dripping linguine down my blouse or sounding stupid. But between the wine and talking about things to do in Bloomington, and what life had been like in Corpus, she really put me at ease. Then she took me outside to show me her hot tub. It was this big wooden vat on her patio. She had a fence and tall landscaping all the way around the yard, so it was really private. She asked if I'd like to sit in it a while. She offered to loan me a suit if I wanted, but said that she just always skinny dipped and whoosh! She pulled the damned shift over her head! My jaw dropped. Partly because she just stripped in front of me like it wasn't a deal at all, and partially because she had a treasure trail! Not as thick as mine, but there it was." "It would take a lot to equal this," I said, reaching down to stroke her furry belly. "So, did you? Strip off, I mean?" "Yeah. I was in full battle gear-blouse, bra, skirt, pantyhose-so I didn't just go 'whoosh, naked' but I got there. She widened her eyes and said I was "an absolutely stunning young woman" and was glad I was comfortable with nudity. I wasn't-comfortable, I mean-but I tried the best smile I could. Seemed to me I WAS on trial now, and it had nothing to do with swimming. But she was pretty hot, and I was a little drunk. I was getting turned on, too, and I'd never been in a hot tub. Before we went to the tub, I got more assertive. I closed the distance between us and gave her the line from The Graduate: "Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me." "My God, Dene, was Mrs. Robinson really her name?" "Nah-but the shoe fit. She said "Well, what do you think?" I cupped one of her tits, rolled her nipple in my fingers, and said: 'I'm pretty sure you are.' She said: "You may be onto something there." She hugged me in close, slid her hands down to my ass and kissed me. She had an enormously long tongue-when she slid it in my mouth I thought 'now there's something that needs to get up my pussy.' We stood there making out for a while-she'd play with my tits, I'd finger her pussy, we'd do some little neck sucks and ear nibbling. Then she said "Shall we?" motioning to the hot tub, and we got in. Gotta tell you Kath, hot tubs are great! She held me in her lap, played with my tits, stroked my bush, fingered my pussy-but it was all slow and gentle. After about 15 minutes, I was limp as a wet noodle! I was surprised how much effort it took to climb out of the tub. We headed to the bedroom and got down to more serious sex. She asked if I liked "devices" or just wanted to play naturally. We went natural. That tongue! Frenching with her was almost like sucking a really agile dick! Honest, she could reach the back of my throat! Her fingers really knew their way around a clit, too. She kept me hovering right on the edge of cumming forever. It was weird when I went down on her. I kept pretending I was you going down on me! You know I've never thought my bush was very sexy-all coarse and thick, and if it wasn't for you, I'd keep it bald above my bikini line. I still like yours best-soft and delicate, tres feminine. But anyway, I ate her out for a long time and got her off probably 4 or 5 times that first night. And then, goddamit, she fell asleep! I was lying there in her bed, so horny I could almost cum without even being touched, and she rolls over and goes to sleep! I figured if she offered "devices," they'd probably be close to the bed, so I went exploring. Found a vibrator-about the size of yours-and got myself off with it. Then, what? Do I spend the night with her? Do I get dressed and bug out? Busses wouldn't still be running and it was a long walk back to the dorm. I didn't have any idea what a cab would cost and I didn't have much cash, so I stayed. Practice was at 5 the next morning, and I figured she'd give me a ride in." "Well, she gave me a ride, but the mood was WAY different in the light of day. She would hardly look at me. She gave me a bitchy stare when she saw I'd used her vibe. She dropped me at my dorm so we wouldn't be seen arriving together at the pool, and when I got there, late, of course, she bitched me out in front of the team and gave me extra laps. It was pretty confusing and I was late for class because of the extra laps. When we finished evening practice that day, I went in her office and closed the door. I asked why she was mad at me. She slumped, and said she wasn't really mad, but that she always felt guilty after having sex with a girl. She said she had some baggage from growing up in a Pentecostal church, but couldn't seem to stay away from girl-girl sex. I told her I was way past feeling guilty about liking girls and that if she wanted to continue I thought she was a good lover and ought to keep on doing what gave her pleasure. I mean, it just seemed silly now that women would feel guilty, but I remember how we felt when we started out." "That was a Friday, and our first meet was still two weeks off. She invited me back to her house again for the weekend. THAT was a weekend to remember, I'll tell ya'! Friday night was a repeat of Thursday-wine, nice dinner, making out, hot tub then eating her out for a half hour. And dammit, she went to sleep AGAIN! That was kind of a pisser. I went for the vibe, but she'd moved it. Bitch. I was a woman on a mission! I went around all her bedroom drawers, then into the closet. Paydirt! There was a long, flat box at the back of the closet and when I reached in, I pulled out a different little vibe, smaller than the first one. I got myself off twice with it, and got the sheets good and damp with my pussy juice. I put the vibe back this time so at least she wouldn't have that to get bitchy about if the guilt hit her again the next morning." "I was up before she was Saturday morning and showered while she still sawed logs. I hunted around in the kitchen and started the coffee. The place was kind of a mess in the daylight, so I started straightening and dusting. She stumbled in about 7 (that's a very late morning by swim team standards) and went for the coffee without speaking. I joined her with the dust rag over my shoulder and asked how the guilt was this morning. I tried to make it sound genuinely sympathetic. She clouded up in a frown for a moment, but seemed to relax. 'Thanks for making the coffee' she said, and went into the living room. She didn't seem to notice my cleaning. I let her sip her coffee until it was gone and got her a fresh cup. Finally I said: 'Listen, if this is going to be too awkward, don't feel like you have to let me stay all weekend.' " "Nope!" she said. "I had a great time last night, and I'm determined not to feel guilty about it. You stay. You administer cunnilingus better than anyone I've ever been with." Dene tried to use some kind of Yankee accent for the coach. "HA! 'Administer Cunnilingus'?!? Dene, she actually said that?"" "Thought you'd get a kick out of that. Yep-her exact words. And in all the other times we were together, she never said 'pussy' 'cunt' 'tits' 'asshole' 'eat me' 'give head' and especially not 'fuck.' She really was wound around the axle about sex." Beebe and Petey Ch. 09: Conclusion "So did she ever eat you out?" "Nope. Not once. She'd run that foot-long tongue around my tonsils, but never put it where it'd do the most good." "So you were like her little whore girl or something-doing her and not getting anything for yourself? I can see where that would have ended badly" "Not quite that bad. She went out for groceries later that morning and I went back to that flat box in the closet floor. Hoo-boy. Fur handcuffs, paddles, nipple clamps, rope, anal beads, a big old butt plug, a strap-on and a half-dozen dildos. AND a whole pile of Polaroids! There she was: tied up; in handcuffs; getting paddled by a guy; getting fucked; getting caned; sucking dick; getting her nipples twisted; getting fucked by a woman with the strap-on—Coach had some serious kinks. Girl-girl sure wasn't her only departure from her Pentecostal upbringing." "I dunno, Dene, maybe that was to relieve all that guilt! Maybe she had to get 'punished' for being bad and enjoying herself. Did you fess up to finding her stash?" "No, never. But I decided to push things a little. The floors really needed work. I got out a mop bucket and did the kitchen floor and bathrooms, vacuumed and finished dusting. When I heard her pull up, I splashed soapy water down one leg of my jeans and stripped them off. My T-shirt covered about half my ass and most of my bush. I thought I'd let her take a gander in the daylight. I peeked out around a corner of the kitchen and asked if she had anyone with her or expected company. She didn't, so I walked out in just the T-shirt. 'I soaked my jeans emptying the mop water-thought I'd let them dry if that's OK with you' I said." She said to just stay away from the front windows and it'd be fine. She got in one more load of groceries and stripped down all the way. 'Don't want you to feel awkward' she said. I helped put away groceries, finished putting away the cleaning supplies and found as many opportunities as I could to bend over and display my butt. She finally took the bait and said: "You know, you're being a very naughty girl. I've half a mind to get my paddle after you!' "I felt my pussy get wet. I hadn't had any ass-whacking since Jan worked on me last summer! I tried to look as bashful as I could and said I felt guilty and embarrassed about it, but that although I didn't need to be punished, I did like to be spanked. She comforted me by admitting to actually needing punishment herself! Just what you said, Kath-she could only build up so much 'sinfulness' before needing to be punished. I said 'Well the only thing I can think of that you need to be punished for is not using that very nimble tongue to lick my clitoris and penetrate my vagina! Turnabout should be fair play, after all, and I'm sure you enjoyed it when I administered cunnilingus to you!' "You didn't use that language!" I laughed. "Oh, I sure did! She said that was very true, and then got quiet. She fixed lunch for us and then headed back to take a shower. About 10 minutes after the water stopped, she called me back to the bedroom. The contents of the box were laid out on the bed. She was already in the handcuffs, still naked, and looking stoic. 'Denise,' she said, 'I need for you to punish me. I know I had a responsibility to avoid having relations with a student, and I know it's wrong to lead a young woman into lesbian activities, and I know I should have given you pleasure and release. Please use as many of these devices on me as you care to. Take as long as you wish. I'll try to take anything you give me, but if I try to get away, you may tie me up.' " "So did you lay into her?" "I thought about bailing out. But then I thought she probably really needed it, and decided to go ahead. There was a red ball with straps on it on the bed. I'd missed that when I went through the box. There was another pair of cuffs, too, and a 3-foot pole with leather straps on each end. I had to ask her what the hell the ball and pole were for. When she explained, I put the "ball gag" on her and pushed her forward onto the bed, face down. The pole was a 'spreader'. I put the straps on her ankles with the rod between them so she couldn't close her legs. Then I explained what I had in mind: 'I'm going to paddle your buttocks lightly for about 5 minutes. It won't hurt very much at first, but it will begin to sting. Next I'm going to lubricate your anus and penetrate it with these devices. I'll use all of them, small to large, opening your anus up more with each one. Then I'm going to insert this large plug and leave it there. That will be a sign that I'm about to start administering very hard blows with a paddle. I'm writing a number on this piece of paper. I'm folding it so you can't see the number and setting it on the night stand. You will tell me when to stop paddling your buttocks by moving your head from side to side 3 times. Do that for me now to show you understand.' (She did) 'If I've already equaled or exceeded the number of blows I wrote on the slip of paper when you instruct me to stop, your punishment will be over. If you tell me to stop before I reach that number, I will administer double that number at a higher intensity.' " "So you kept on with the clinical language?" "Yes, it just seemed to fit her, you know?" "So how'd it go? Did she get the extras? How'd she take the butt plug?" "She was evidently pretty used to it. Later, she claimed I ended up being so gentle she almost didn't count it as being punished, but I wasn't trying to be particularly gentle. She had tears welling up by the end of the 'gentle' 5 minutes. I had fun fucking her ass with the dildos-I don't think any of them were painful, but evidently they were deeply embarrassing. I had to push a little to get the butt plug seated, but it went in OK. I'd written 10 strokes on the paper, and she went to 20 before she stopped me. She was definitely sobbing by then. I unlocked her cuffs and took off the spreader, and gave her permission to remove the ball gag and butt plug." "So did you do this a lot? I'm guessing something blew up after while." "We fell into a pattern. As a cover, she 'hired me' (I never got paid) to clean her house every Saturday. We'd spend Friday night making out in the hot tub, then moving to the bed for me to eat her out through a few orgasms. Saturday mornings, I'd clean and make breakfast, she'd shop, and then we'd have the afternoon fetish sessions. The only variation was that before I'd work her over, I made her paddle me while I used a vibe on my clit. I'd use her nipple clamps sometimes, and by the way, I'm gonna have to get a set those from Jan. I think you might like 'em too under the right conditions. Anyway, she'd paddle my ass following my instructions about which paddle, how hard and how many. Then I'd make up some punishment routine for her. The more times we did it, the longer her punishment session lasted and the more toys I used on her. I can't say I really enjoyed that part of it, especially since I'd already had a couple of Os by the time I'd start on her, but she clearly either really needed it or really loved it, or maybe both. That was the only thing that kept me at it. I'd shove in the butt plug first thing without warm-up stretching. I'd shove the biggest dildo up her cunt and make her hold it in, I'd paddle her ass for a while, then flip her over and paddle her tits and whip her pussy, I'd pull hairs from her bush, I'd use the nipple clamps on her pussy lips and yank on them, I'd use a cane on her ass and draw great big red welts, I'd end up giving her as many as 50 really hard strokes with the paddle. I took Polaroid's of her with all the marks for her collection. It was incredible what she'd take, and she'd always be really grateful when I was done." "So what happened? Why'd it end?" "We got caught. She always took the phone off the hook so we wouldn't be interrupted while we played. The dean needed her for an expulsion conference on one of my teammates and couldn't get her on the phone, so he came by the house. I was bent over in the kitchen, bare-ass naked holding my ankles while she alternately paddled me and finger-fucked me. There was evidently a narrow sight line from the side windows by the front door into the kitchen and he saw me getting 'abused.' Unfortunately, I hadn't locked the door after I went out for the paper and he came stomping in to rescue me. He told me to get dressed, told Coach she was fired, and drove me back to the dorm. He apologized over and over for coach. I figured saying anything at all was a bad idea so other than thanking him, I kept my mouth shut. When I got up to the floor, I called Coach and told her I'd swear I'd asked her to paddle me. She said that might have worked if she hadn't been 'penetrating me manually' too. She told me not to worry about her. She even said I should tell the dean that she'd forced me to have lesbian sex with her if I wanted to. I said we should both keep quiet about the sex and about her need to be punished. You're the only person I've trusted with the story. Evidently she told the school that she'd coerced me into being her slave. The University was never explicit about it; they only wanted to know how to 'make things right' with me. I said I didn't think I could keep swimming and that I might want to transfer schools, but was devastated to lose my scholarship. Kath, they gave me a cash-out for my scholarship- tuition, room and board through the end of a bachelor's degree! I had to sign a 'non-disclosure' agreement, but I got a check from some foundation for $35,000! I gave 10 grand to Coach to help see her through, but I've still got quite a nest egg. I'm struggling with what to do about Mom and Dad. It probably makes sense to transfer to Mizzou, let them keep paying my tuition, and then use the cash toward grad school. I don't think I can even hint about getting that check without setting off a whole lot of questions that have no good answers. And yeah, law school. I'm gonna be a lawyer and sue the fuck out of assholes who fire people over who they like to sleep with or what they like to do." "I think growing up sucks, Dene. This stuff is getting hard." "Amen, sister." "I love you Dene." I hugged her tightly. "Love you too. Thank God for us, Kath." She kissed my hand. And we drifted off to sleep. Friday, Dec. 3rd, 1971 A week had passed. My folks were back in California, Dene was back at IU finishing the semester, Jan and I were back home in Corpus Christi. To my surprise, Jan had flown the -210 the whole way from St. Charles to Corpus—Tony's partner signed her off for solo cross country and said he thought she was ready to get her license as soon as she logged a little more time! He shook his head saying not too many people took instruction in a complex, retractable-gear airplane. Chad was set to arrive this afternoon on the bus from Houston. He was set to deadhead from St Louis to Houston on Delta, courtesy of Tony, then take the bus on into Corpus arriving at 5:40; I was on pins and needles waiting for him. Tony, Jan's guy, was staying in the house too. After a tightly-scheduled Thanksgiving holiday flying for Delta, Tony was off for 5 days. He and Jan had disappeared into her bedroom yesterday afternoon when he got in and didn't re-emerge until she had to go to work this morning. Tony would be taking my place in Jan's shop while he was here to let me spend the most time I could with Chad. I had finals coming up the week after Chad left for AIT, and was pushing to keep ahead of assignments. After Thanksgiving weekend, Chad stayed with his parents in St. Ann, MO., a suburb of St. Louis. We had talked via long distance twice, and had written letters trying to think through when we should get married. We only had a week left until Chad had to report to Ft. Polk for his AIT, and all we had managed to do was put the decision off until this week. There hadn't been any more hint of what the Army thought about Chad's language skills. Eddie Vu had agreed to keep working on Vietnamese with Chad while I went to class at the J.C., but the Army, being the Army, didn't seem at all interested in someone who could pick up languages and accents 10 times faster than anyone else in the country. Keeping at it couldn't hurt, though, and knowing that Chad had something important to do would help me muster the willpower to keep going to class instead of staying home and humping him 24 hours a day. 4:00 found me killing time by re-vacuuming what I'd already vacuumed twice today when, through the sheers, I glimpsed Chad's form striding up the front walk. I hurled the vacuum toward the closet, raced to the door and threw it open to greet - Tony. "DAMMIT!!" I yelled. Poor Tony, key in hand and moving toward the lock, looked startled, then sympathetic. "Hoping for someone else, I'd guess?" "Oh, Tony, I'm sorry. Yeah-I thought Chad had made it in early to surprise me. I didn't see very clearly through the drapes. I guess I just really wanted it to be him. Hey-c'mon in. You're home early!" "Jan wanted me to get started on making a nice dinner for the 4 of us, if it's OK with you. Chad's due in at 5:40, right? So you'll be home about 6 or a little after?" "Hope so. That's assuming he got on the flight, and that it wasn't delayed, and that he caught the right bus, and that the bus gets in on time. I wish your -210 had been available-he'd be here by now." Tony was in partnership with 3 other Delta pilots in the Cessna 210. "3 out of the 4 of us have the same downtime-I should have thought farther ahead and reserved it. It's been a really hectic season for air travel, though. I barely had time to remember who I was! If I plan dinner for 7:00, would that work OK? Chad would have time to unwind and freshen up and you two, or maybe all 4 of us, could visit before we sit down." "That sounds really nice, Tony. Hey, you and Jan must have been really, umm, tired last night," I said with a grin and a wink. "You went to bed and slept right up till time for work this morning!" "Well, I sure was tired this morning," Tony replied, returning the smile. "If you're anything at all like your sister, Chad may not have anything left in him for AIT!" "Oh? What's my sister like, Tony? Wasn't she able to sleep?" I continued the tease. "I'll never kiss and tell, Tiger, not even for you, except to say that Jan has more sexual energy than any 10 women combined ought to have." "I'm not sure if I'm equal to 10 women. 5, maybe, but 10's a lot." "Hey kiddo, I need to get to the grocery and get things going. How's a nice beef tenderloin sound? Oh, and hang on-I'll make sure his flight was on time into Houston." Tony made the call and talked to one of the stews who verified both that Chad was able to board, and that they got into Houston on time. One worry dealt with! I was torn between staying at home by the phone in case something didn't go according to plan, and heading on down to the bus station. The bus station won-I fired up Betty (my VW) buzzed on downtown. It was a little before 5 when I walked in and sat down in the terminal. I've never SEEN a clock move so slowly! I'd look at it, wait for HOURS, and when I looked again, it was only a minute later! Finally, a bus from Houston was announced and I went outside. It actually rolled in a minute early! But dammit! It looked like a little old lady convention when the doors opened! One-by-one they groaned and creaked down the stairs and clustered right at the bottom to bottleneck everyone coming behind! I could see Chad grinning at me from the aisle as he inched forward. It was all I could do not to shove the old bats down on the curb, but images of my Nana kept me civil. I stood behind the crowd and Chad pushed his way through to lift me off my feet in an embrace and smoldering kiss! "Oh Chad! I want us to get married before you go to 'Nam," I blurted. Holy shit. I didn't know I was going to say that! "My too, baby, me too!" Chad replied. "I've never been so sure. It just feels so right having you in my arms again." He kissed me again, long and deep. "Let's plan it for the end of my AIT-that will give the families time to get here." Over Chad's shoulder, I saw one of the old bags galumphing toward us with a scowl. Doubtless, she thought kissing in public was scandalous—if she only knew! I was about to unleash unkind words, but one of her friends intercepted her. "Maudie, dear, look over here, quickly. I'm afraid they're mishandling your bag!" Maudie whirled and the intervener threw me a wink as she steered "Maudie" toward the bus. "Thank you" I mouthed to our rescuer. We retrieved Chad's bag, threw it in Betty's nose and buzzed on home, pulling in at 6, like Tony and I thought. Jan was home too; there were hugs, handshakes, smiles and lots of good cheer. "Is it OK to tell?" I whispered to Chad. "Go for it." "Jan, Tony-we have some news. We've decided to get married before Chad ships out. We're going to wait until Chad graduates from AIT so the families can have time to come down" "Oh, Kitten-good for you!" Jan gushed. "Oh, we'll have such fun planning it. Tony and I will both do anything we can to make it fabulous! And sorry for using "Kitten," but that just sounds right for wedding planning." "Ditto what Jan said, kids-you're going to make a great couple! I've got some cooking to do, though" Tony said. "Chad if you want to unpack and freshen up, I'll get the girls some wine and get going in the kitchen." Jan and I talked while Chad unpacked and showered. We covered lots of possibilities for the wedding and reception, working up more energy as we talked: shopping for a bridal gown, how many attendants to have, bridesmaid dresses-all the usual wedding busy-nests. I was surprised at Jan's enthusiasm, given her refusal to get married, but her excitement was in high gear! "I assume you and Chad will want as much time all to yourselves as you can get while he's here, Tiger?" Jan asked. "In fact, I DO!" I replied with emphasis. "Tony and I will be working most of the time, and we can take as many overnight trips as you'd like us to." "You don't need to leave, Jan! It's not like we're hiding anything from you, for God's sake. I don't think we'll be having any orgies with you, though." "Got plenty of loving' all my own, kid!" "We've only got a week. A day less, actually, since he's got to report to Ft. Polk a week from today, but we'll come up for air at mealtimes." I winked. That first night Chad and I got in a week's worth of love making, trying to make up for lost time. Toni's dinner was awesome-the tenderloin was melt-in-your-mouth tender. And he fixed a zucchini-tomato casserole, mashed potatoes and a nice salad to go with it. Chad and I excused ourselves quickly after dinner. Even though Chad had just showered, I'd gotten all sweaty vacuuming and re-vacuuming (and pacing back and forth) so we took our "usual" pre-sex shower together. I let him wash me first, enjoying every sensuous touch. He made it into a very sexy massage! He worked on my shoulders and neck, using his thumbs to loosen all the knots, then kneeled behind me and massaged my calves and thighs-it was just wonderful. (Having his face nestled up next to my ass was pretty great too!) He began working on my butt and slowly reached up through my thighs to stroke my bush. The heel of his hand was pressed into my labia and although they weren't parted (yet) I could feel my clit beginning to respond to the pressure. I took his hand and moved it back down a few inches, pressing his finger into my juicy slit. With the tips of his fingers, he lightly rolled my clit. My whole body shivered. I turned to face him and pulled him up into a long, deep kiss while the water cascaded over us, then slid down to lather up his dick and balls. I took my time stroking his soapy dick, rinsing, sucking the head, then soaping it again. We must have been at it for longer than I thought-the hot water began to run out! Beebe and Petey Ch. 09: Conclusion We dried off, walked across the hall to my room without even bothering to dress and fell immediately into "position 1." For us, of course, "1st position" was with mouths planted firmly in each other's crotches! It didn't take Chad long to explode. I wasn't about subtlety-I sucked that cock with verve and confidence, stroking it with my hand as my mouth pulled it in and out and squeezing his balls with my other hand. I didn't bother waiting to catch up with him this time-I wanted a mouthful of cum right damn NOW! It had been a week-he had plenty for me, and made that low, guttural groan as the shot blasted down my throat. He was plenty loud enough that Jan and Tony had to have heard-but who the hell cared? I let him rest for a few minutes and pulled his head back into my pussy. He returned my vigorous efforts! Straight to my clit with his lips and tongue, one hand under my ass lifting me into his face and two fingers working my pussy. I didn't last long either, ending with a series high squeals and Chad's head clamped between my thighs. "MffPedeee-by head!" Chad complained, his words muffled by my pussy. "Oops. Sorry." We lay panting for a while before renewing our efforts. It was a night worth waiting for! So was the next one. And the next one. And-well, you know. Before we knew it, Thursday the 9th came, and we were down to our last night. This final night had a different feel to it. We had another wonderful dinner (thanks, Chef Tony) talked until about 10 with Jan and Tony, then went back to our room and just held each other. We kissed occasionally, cried some (well, I cried) and drifted off in each other's arms. Chad had been diligent with his language work under Eddie's guidance. Eddie just shook his head in amazement at the progress. He didn't think Chad would pass as a native speaker for very long-he wouldn't have the background of someone who grew up in Vietnam. But he could translate on the fly and was picking up a lot of nuances from inflection and cadence. Eddie couldn't believe the Army was just ignoring that. I saw Chad to the bus station early on the morning of Dec 10th, kissed him goodbye one more time, then sat on a bench and bawled my eyes out. Friday Evening, December 10th: The Phone Call "Yes-I'll accept charges" "Kath?" "Yeah-Chad? You get there OK?" "I'm here, but turns out I'm not supposed to be." "What?!?" "They didn't have me on the roster. I showed 'em my orders and then sat in the HQ building most of the afternoon. Turns out I'm supposed to be at Ft Huachuca, where ever the Hell that is." "Did they tell you why?" "They just said my orders had been changed. They called back to Bliss-my LT was TDY someplace, but somebody finally found he'd changed my orders. I guess they got mailed to the Corpus address. They're probably getting forwarded to Mom and Dad in St. Ann, or maybe getting returned to sender." "What's at Ft-what did you say it was?" "Huachuca. Don't know, but I'll get there quick. They've got me on a MATS flight out of Polk tomorrow morning at 0530. Evidently there's an airstrip on the base there. I don't even know what STATE it's in. Could be Mexico, for all I know." "Hang on. TONY? You know anything about some Army Fort called Whatchyuka? Hold on Chad, Tony knows something." "Chad? It's Tony. Was Kath trying to say Ft. Huachuca?" "Yeah, that's it." "I'm pretty sure it's some kind of spook base, buddy. I gotta think it's your bad-ass language skills finally getting some attention. They got a long fuckin' runway there too." "That's what's on my mind too, but nobody's saying a thing here. Where the fuck is it, Tony?" "Arizona, man, but not by much. It's due southwest of Tucson, almost all the way to Mexico." "Well, fuck. Could be worse places to winter, I guess. Will they let you fly the -210 in there?" "I don't know, man. I'll check." "Let me talk to Kath again." "Good luck, man." "Chad? I was listening to Tony's end. Do you think this is good news?" "I think my AIT may be a different kind of hard than I would have had at Polk. I don't know what to think about good vs: bad news. But listen, we never came up with a code, and we should have. So I've been thinking. If I write you a letter and start it out with your real name, Dear Kathy, then everything in the letter is real. If I start it out Dear Petey, then some of it is BS. Real name, real facts; fake name, fake facts. If I want to really reverse the meaning of something, I'll add "for sure". So if I start Dear Petey, and say "for sure the LT is a great guy" he's really an asshole. OK? We can't get carried away with detail that way, but it's something. Same thing if I phone." "OK-sounds easy enough. Where are you now? Are you sure your phone isn't monitored?" "I'm in town. They said that since I wasn't officially assigned to them I could stay off base. I've gotta get back in at 4 AM, though, so I'm going to hit the rack pretty soon." "Ok-love you bunches. Be careful. Call me when you can." "Love you too. I'll do my best." EPILOGUE Huachuca was indeed a language/spook "finishing school." And unlike Polk, Chad got no leave, even on weekends, and that wasn't even the worst. The worst was, he got shipped out without notice, without getting leave and wasn't permitted to call me. They allowed him to write an open letter to me that got mailed after he'd left the country. "Dear Petey, I'll be gone for a while, but for sure only a month or so. I wish I could tell you about it. I will, as soon as I can. Listen, Petey, for sure I'm OK with this. I'll get back soon so we can get married like we planned. Love Chad" We didn't get married. We never got a chance. I got several more "Dear Petey" letters from Saigon, and they all said "for sure" he was in Saigon and safe from the heavy action. Then the letters stopped. My folks, Chad's folks, all of their contacts in the Army, everyone tried to find out what happened, but Chad's assignments had been classified. Finally, his folks got notice that he was listed as MIA. My senior year at Rice, I ran into Dave-remember him from the Beach Patrol? I'll skip the romance and adventures—Dave and I got married after I graduated and moved to LA for grad school. I still ached for Chad, and like his parents, was torn by the uncertainty that he might still be alive. But the US had withdrawn, North Vietnam had swept in and taken over the South. It had been 3 years, and in my heart I thought Chad had been killed. Only he hadn't been killed. 5 years later, he knocked on our door in San Diego. I almost didn't recognize him. He was leaning heavily on a cane and seemed to have aged 20 years. I was speechless, then elated, then a sobbing mess. By that time, Dave and I already had our first child. I can't say I loved Dave with the intensity that I had loved Chad, but he was a good man, and we were happy. Chad assured me over and over that he understood, and was glad I had moved on. He already knew I was married—he'd been back in the states for a month and had been in touch with his parents and Dene. He apologized for swearing them to secrecy. He'd been in Walter Reed until 2 days ago, and had to go back the next week for more rehab. He had to see me, he said, even though he had no illusions about displacing Dave and picking up where we left off. He just wanted me to know he was alive, and that he was glad I found someone, and glad it was Dave. We visited all afternoon, had dinner with Dave, and because he insisted over and over, drove him to the airport to begin his trip to his parents' house in St. Louis. After a flood of tears, I kissed Chad goodbye again. We didn't end things there. In broad strokes: Chad married too, about 5 years after he got back, and began a lovely family; Dave was killed by a drunk driver just after our 10th anniversary; Chad and Dene were my rocks for a couple of years, visiting often as I worked through the grief, changed jobs and relocated to Illinois. When my libido returned I resumed my lovemaking with each of them; Dene did transfer to Mizzou, enrolled in Naval ROTC, took the Marine option and let them pick up the tab for both her undergrad and her law degree; I remarried-Dick. He was good for me, good for the kids, and life became tolerable, even pleasant. Dick had been in the lifestyle before he met me, quit when I wasn't comfortable with it, but brought me back into it for the last 5 years of our marriage; Chad died early last year. Melanoma. It was already stage 4 by the time they discovered it, and it took him within a month of the diagnosis. This series has been a way of working through my grief over his death. It's helped. Thanks for reading. I may write more about the adventures the 3 of us enjoyed as adults, but this seems like a good place to end the series. Val (aka Kathy/Petey)