5 comments/ 12726 views/ 6 favorites The Tell-Tale Touch By: legerdemer It was time to turn a new leaf. Or perhaps, less of a turning a new leaf as starting a new book, or a new journal. I had been packing my belongings and given away most of the things I didn't want to move with me to graduate school. Today was the last day before the drive north. My parents and I had driven up earlier in the summer and had found a studio apartment to rent not far from campus, and my girlfriend Erin was going to help me drive my car, pulling a rented U-Haul trailer. I had accumulated more stuff than I realized over the last couple of years living off campus in college in an apartment shared with Erin and our roommate Paul. In addition to clothing and some basic kitchen wares, my mother and father had also let me pick some of the furniture from our house - a small but functional couch, a coffee table, some shelves and milk crates to accommodate my books, and a trestle table to act as both dining room table and desk until I found something better to eat on. I had decided that I should find a bed or futon in Ann Arbor rather than drive one up from York, Pennsylvania. And then there was my guitar, which, though I didn't play it very well, was a necessary release valve. Erin had been trying to be supportive and excited for me, but I could tell underneath all that understanding she was extremely stressed out. We had talked about what a long distance relationship meant, whether we should try to maintain our exclusivity with each other or just go with the flow. Both of us had the feeling we had no idea what we were doing. We were playing with fire here. "We need to establish our limits, honey," I said, sounding like my mother even to my own ears. "Otherwise it's too easy to assume the wrong thing and get ourselves into loads of trouble. Like, are we going to see other people?" I looked at her sideways, trying to gauge her reaction. "I'm going to miss you so much, sweetheart. I don't want to see other people. I want to try to stay together, keep our relationship going. Don't you?" she asked. "That's what I'd like, but are you sure? Maybe we should consider dating others?" "Is that what you want?" she said, turning to me full face with a rather pinched expression, trying not to sound judgmental and not succeeding. "No, honey. I'd like to try to stay together despite the long distance, but it feels like a lot to ask," I said, hoping to defuse the tension between us. In truth, I didn't know what I wanted. I wanted to have her come with me, and at the same time graduate school was a new adventure, a new beginning. I knew I'd make new friends, that anything was possible. Erin and I had been seeing each other for about eight months, and we were close, loving, compatible. But we had never been challenged. I honestly didn't know how much I loved her, and how strongly we were tied to each other. "I think we should see how it goes for a while. See how hard it'll be. Then we can discuss it again in a few weeks or months. I mean, you're going to be meeting a lot of new people, right? Perhaps you'll meet someone else..."
 "Erin, I'll be so busy with school, I can't imagine having any time other than to miss you."
 "That's sweet, Grant. But you'll want to go out, meet your fellow grad students. Do stuff with them. I'm sure not all of them are men," she said, folding shirts and placing them neatly in one of the open boxes. "And I'm sure I will do some of that. But my classes sound hard. The first year, new professors. I'll need to find a lab to do my research in. And I'm going to need to work on top of it all. I didn't get a teaching assistantship this semester, so I had to take that weekend job at the hospital. The rotating shifts in the clinical micro lab." "Ugh. That sounds so tough, working at night like that." "At least it won't be too busy, I'd guess." "That might be even harder, you know. When you don't have anything to do in the middle of the night like that, it will be easy to fall asleep." "Come here, you. Let me show you what is hard now," I said pulling her to me and embracing her. I couldn't help squeezing her more tightly. Only a few hours left until my drive to Ann Arbor and not seeing Erin for at least a month or two. I kissed her lips and let myself wander across her cheek to her jaw, underneath to the sensitive skin under her ear. She arched into me, grinding her pelvis into my groin, rubbing back and forth across the bulge that had been swelling in my jeans. "You know, Paul won't be home for another hour or so..." she whispered in my ear. "We can make as much noise as we want." "Aaahhh, sweetheart, I want to raise the roof with your screams. But my parents are on their way with more boxes. They could be here anytime." I laid kisses across her chest, dipping farther down her breasts. She had beautiful, silky skin, just slightly tanned, and her nipples were already swollen and poking at the confines of her bra. "Damn, Grant, don't tease me like this. I hate you!" she said, laughing, her arm snaked around the back of my neck. We continued to pack, teasing each other the entire time with rubs and nudges and a kiss here and there. When I bent to tape a box shut, she snaked her hand down the back of my jeans, sliding an ice cube deep between my buttocks, causing me to yowl. I reciprocated by pinging her butt with a rubber band while she was folding the sheets I was planning on taking. I had a great view of her stretched out, arms above her head holding the sheet corners, her breasts pushed out against her T-shirt. She was all sinuous curves, from the gently concave flex of her back blending into the sharper convex one of her ass, rolling into the backs of her thighs, knees and calves. She jiggled and laughed as the rubber band hit her. I abandoned the rubber band to pull her into me, and she wiggled her cheeks into my groin but did not let go of the sheet. I simply couldn't resist taking advantage to run my hands across her midriff, pulling the T-shirt up to her breasts and above, sneaking my thumbs underneath the band of her bra and over her extended nipples. Her skin was smooth and soft and irresistible every time I touched her. Another swirl of her butt across my groin would have had me drag her onto the couch to bend her over and screw her there and then, if my parents hadn't rung the bell and pushed the door open without further preamble. I had just begun to stack the filled and taped boxes near the door. When my parents arrived, I helped my father bring up empty boxes, while Erin and my mother continued packing. "Grant, when did you turn into such a pack rat, sweetie? Do you really need this shirt?" my mother groaned as she held up a smallish Western shirt with pearl snaps. "It can't possibly fit you. You were what, in junior high when it last fit you?" "No, Mom, it isn't mine," I rolled my eyes. "It was a friend's - remember Dani? Danielle?" "Oh yea, I see now it's a girl's shirt. Wasn't she your first girl friend? Yes, I remember her. Cute girl. A little ditzy perhaps. Laughed a lot." "Yea, her. I must have kept the shirt as a reminder." "Of?" Erin straightened, paused folding a sweater, and looked at me. Her brown eyes were curious but cautious. I'd noticed she' been prone to ask questions about past girlfriends lately. "Do you remember a few years ago we had that horrible snow storm? It shut down the whole damn state, I think. I was stuck at Belinda's house for a couple of days. Her parents were out of town visiting her grandmother. We were there for a few days. A couple of our friends came over and played D&D with us. We cleaned out their entire food pantry by the time the storm passed and the streets were cleared enough for us to drive home. Her parents weren't too happy about us being in the house all alone." "Where were dad and I?" "Hmmm. Europe, I think? One of his sabbaticals." "Huh," said Erin. "And the shirt?" "It's just a shirt." "Aren't you going to tell us why it's so memorable that you still have it?" "Ummm, I forgot to give it back?" I tried, but her cocked eyebrow said my attempt had fallen flat. "Well, that's a little embarrassing... maybe later..." Fuck, I didn't want to tell them about the shirt: not my parents, and especially not Erin. For one, I didn't want to give her any ideas. "Huh? How bad can it be?" "It was part of an April Fool's joke," I said, keeping my tone as flat as I could. If they smelled blood, they'd go for the kill. I was not prepared to give them the details. At least not the real ones. "Well, dearest, do you still want to keep it?" "No, thanks. I certainly don't want to take it to Ann Arbor with me." "OK, I'll put it in the Salvation Army box." "Umm, mom? Look at it first. I'm pretty sure the Salvation Army won't want it." Just as soon as I said it, I could have kicked myself. Way to "not" draw attention to it, Grant. My mother shook the shirt out, holding it by the shoulders. "What's wrong with it, Grant?" "Ummm, look at the back?" She turned the shirt, and her expression was even more confused. There, right in the middle of it, was a completely bleached roundish spot about three inches across. "Do I want to ask?" she asked, her right eyebrow hiking up towards her hairline. "Only if you want to embarrass both of us. It was a few years ago. High school." Mom nodded. "Well, let's put it in the donation box and let them decide." Erin was watching me, smiling. Her look said I was only getting away with this temporarily. I shrugged slightly in her direction and kept packing, suddenly aware that my jeans had become tighter than they'd been. Erin came to add a stack of books into the box I was working on, and as she bent down to pack the books in tightly, she rubbed her shoulder against my groin. I sucked in a breath, a little exasperated. She looked up with feigned innocence: "I'm just trying to help. Anything wrong?" and as she lifted from her crouch, she steadied herself by placing a hand on my thigh just next to my crotch, close enough to make the fabric shift against my balls and pull across my shaft. I reached for her shoulders, pulled her closer to me and gave her a hard kiss, looking straight at her as I ground my crotch against hers. "Careful, little girl, don't start anything you can't finish," I whispered, low enough that my mom, who'd shifted to taping the box full of clothes for donations, couldn't hear. Erin continued smiling innocently, but I knew better - she was goading me and I was happy to respond. As she turned to walk away, and I swatted her behind. A very shapely behind it was, too - I loved to watch it and rub it and lick between her cheeks.
 "Hey, my beautiful man," she patted my cheek. "We need to finish the packing and get you to sleep to you can wake up early, or you won't have a hope of getting there tomorrow tonight. OK?" I grunted. "Not much chance of getting me to sleep. Too keyed up." I didn't even want to think about leaving tomorrow. It was all I thought about. We had hoped Erin could drive up with me, but her work schedule didn't allow it, so my father had offered to do it instead. We were going to spend this last night together after having a family dinner, and my father was going to pick me up in the morning for the eight- or nine-hour drive. "I think I might know a way," she smiled, patting my cheek. ~~~~~ Samples were coming to the lab at longer and longer intervals, a sure sign that the evening was winding down. I went through the lab, picking up here and there, straightening out and making sure all the paperwork had been filled out properly and filed correctly. I had already handled the transfer of all the old samples and recorded the results. Had handled all the new samples. Had checked all the equipment and the temperature settings on the incubators, fridges, and freezers, checked the air and CO2 tanks on the incubators, It was one of the weekends when I started at 4 o'clock and got off at midnight, and I still had a couple of hours to go. Everyone else had already gone home, and I was the only one left in the clinical lab - the only thing the doctors could expect when samples were dropped off is that the correct tests would be set up to identify whatever "bugs" were growing in whatever infection site they'd sampled, and that the results would give some insight into what had brought their patient into the hospital. I could take out one of the articles I'd brought with me and work on the homework due Wednesday but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I was getting into the swing of graduate school, enjoying the difference between it and college. I had done well enough in college but it had seemed like everything I learned was simply a stepping stone to something I could do when I finally finished classes. Graduate school was different. Not because it was the end-all, far from it, but because we got in deep, dug at things and how they worked, what made things click the way they did. My cohort of students was pretty large, we were sixteen altogether, but we had bonded nicely, helped by some of the more outgoing personalities in the group, and had organized dinners and pub crawls, and even an evening a month when two people were supposed to each present an article they'd read and thought of particularly broad interest. In addition to my homework, I'd brought a couple of journals to flip through, looking for things I might present a week from Monday when it was my turn to talk. It was my first time, and frankly I wanted to impress. Most of the people who'd gone before me had done a really good job - had picked not only an interesting article but analyzed it in an interesting and original way. It made me humble in a way I wasn't used to. Still, I was too tired for any serious reading. Finally, I gave up, put on the eye mask I kept to black out the annoying brightness of the fluorescent bulbs, and balancing my butt on an arm chair with my feet up on a stool, crossed my arms and closed my eyes. I woke up with a start, not sure how long I'd fallen asleep. A sultry vision in a white lab coat was standing by my side, a smile half-way between amused and annoyed on a gorgeous set of full lips. "Wha... excuse me, I must have just fallen asleep." "Your definition of 'just' must be a bit different from mine. I've been coming in and out of here for the last fifteen minutes, thinking you'd wake up." There was nothing I could say to that to make things better, so I ignored it. "Do you have some urgent samples? You could have rung the bell..." "No, not urgent or I would have. But I do have a patient who's a real puzzle, and I thought maybe his labs would help. I was hoping to get you to let me look at the results a bit early." "You know they have to be looked at by a full med tech before they're released..." "Aren't you a real med tech?" she cocked her eyebrow, ready to scowl. "A medical technician, not a medical technologist. I only set up the samples, process them, do the tests. I can record results but I'm not allowed to interpret them. Only an actual medical technologist is allowed to do that." "That's OK, I don't want you to interpret them." "Excuse me, perhaps you didn't hear what I just said..." Now I was getting annoyed. I hated pushy doctors who thought they could just waltz into the lab and demand whatever they'd dreamed of in the last five minutes, come in and snap their fingers, and have the clinical techs fall over at their feet acceding to whatever demands they'd barked out. "I heard you well enough, and I understand, really. But I was hoping... listen, I'm worried I might have made a mistake with my patient. I'd rally like to check. If I did, the earlier I know the earlier I can correct it, and the better off it'll be." I looked at her, wide awake now and thinking about how to respond. I hoped she wasn't asking me to help her cover up something. I looked over her shoulder, caught the time: 11:12 pm. Another 50 minutes to go. I looked over at the sample drop-off counter - as clean as I'd left it before nodding off. I looked back at her - she'd set her mouth, ready to do battle, but she'd already woken me up and I had nothing to occupy my time with till midnight when my shift ended. She was beautiful - on the tall side for a woman, slender, beautiful chocolate skin that probably meant black or mixed parentage. "I'll help you, up to a point. I won't do anything illegal, but I'll dig up the plates and see if there's anything helpful." Her shoulders relaxed, the tension eased out of her mouth and forehead. She had strikingly large brown eyes framed by long, black lashes behind black-rimmed glasses, and the creases at the corners had disappeared. "Thank you," she breathed out, relieved. "Come, sit over here. Whose samples am I looking for?" She handed me a slip of paper with the patient's name and record number. I entered them in the computer to pull up the information I needed to track the samples and nodded to myself, then went to several incubators and a couple of fridges, looking through the stacks of petri plates and racks of test tubes. "Here's what I have. Most of the plates are clean. Nothing's growing.... But let me see something... I need to look one more place." "Thanks, I really appreciate it." I hadn't looked in the anaerobic incubator yet, where we kept the plates to look at growth of oxygen-sensitive bacteria, because it was a bit harder than just waltzing up to the other incubators. Most of the incubators look like fridges, but the plates incubated anaerobically are first placed inside cylinders that are purged of oxygen, to which some bacteria are exquisitely sensitive. None of the other plates had shown any growth, bust since I'd told her I'd help her, I felt I owed her to be thorough. So I grabbed the particular cylinder that held her patient's plates and took it over to the anaerobic hood. You couldn't tell what might grow on these plates without first taking them out of the cylinder. I placed the cylinder in the hood's antechamber, then purged the chamber of oxygen and introduced nitrogen instead. Then I could safely open the inner door of the chamber to move the cylinder into the hood proper, and finally open the cylinder so I could look at the plates one by one. It always took some time. I could tell she was holding her impatience in check. She'd pulled a rolling stool next to the chamber, a little ways away from me, giving me just enough space to not feel claustrophobic but not enough space to forget she was there. And it was hard to ignore the slight bobbing up and down of her knee, a tic she was having a hard time keeping in check. I kept my attention firmly on my task - it was easy to screw this up, and I didn't want to jeopardize either her patient's samples or the hood. As I finally unscrewed the top off the cylinder and slid the plates out, I heard her roll closer to my elbow, straining to see. I concentrated on looking at each plate carefully before turning to her. "Yes, there are some anaerobes growing in her samples. The colonies are still very small, but they're there. They'll be easier to see tomorrow. Anaerobic bacteria grow quite a bit slower than aerobic ones." "So, can you tell anything about what they are? How many? What kind?" I couldn't control a smile. Though she was the M.D. and I was just a lowly medical technician and grad student, I had the advantage here. Just goes to show you - never assume someone earning less than you actually knows less. But I had to give it to her so far - she'd been more polite than most of the other doctors who waltzed into the lab day in, day out, demanding the impossible from the med techs. Aren't our samples done yet? How come the results aren't in? Can't I get them any faster? No, dude, the bacteria take time to grow. They do it in their own time, and we can't do jack shit about it, so calm your ass down and read the instructions. You'll get the results like everyone else. Of course, I didn't say any of this to her. She hadn't done anything to deserve it. Yet. The Tell-Tale Touch "I can't tell with any accuracy. You really do have to wait until tomorrow, but it looks like a moderately high number of colonies... ummm, bacteria. Each one of the colonies was started by a single bacterial cell." "Yes, thanks. I know what colonies are. No way to tell what kind they might be?" "No, sorry. First, you can't tell anything when the colonies are this small. Only that they're there. And second, you can't really tell what they are by the way they look anyway. There're just too many possibilities, too easy to jump to the wrong conclusion." "OK. I'll come back tomorrow. Are you going to be here tomorrow?" "Yeah, I work tomorrow night as well. But really, I won't be able to tell you much more than I did tonight. Just confirm the growth, maybe give you a better count of how many, and whether it's one type or more than one." "OK. I'll come back. Is this a good time?" "Yeah, it's usually pretty quite this time. Unless some freaky accident or emergency comes up." "I'm not on tomorrow night, but I'll come in to see." "You could call, you know. I can give you the lab number." "No, thanks. It's easy enough to come in, I just live a couple of miles away, and I really want to know. It's important." "OK." "Hey," she said, laying her hand on the sleeve of my lab coat, "thanks so much. I really appreciate it. I know you're going out of your way for me here..." I glanced at her hand, then up into her eyes. "No problem. My pleasure. I'm Grant, by the way." "Yes, I know," she pointed at the embroidered name on the chest pocket of my lab coat. "I'm Lisa Thorpe." I looked at my pocket and laughed. "You shouldn't trust lab coats, Lisa - they lie sometimes. We sometimes pick someone else's lab coat if ours is being cleaned. So I guess I'll see you tomorrow." She nodded, waved, and headed for the door. I watched her leave, admiring her shapely behind and graceful, confident bearing. Nice! Down, boy! You're taken, remember? ~~~~~ I'd already settled into some routines that made me feel more settled in Ann Arbor. I particularly looked forward to Sundays when I wasn't working. I started with a run, then cleaned up and headed to the Fleetwood Diner, where I grabbed breakfast and coffee while I read the Sunday paper or a book. After breakfast, I usually walked over to the farmer's market and wandered around the stalls, grabbing cheeses and fruit and good bread. This Sunday was no exception. I'd already bought some food when I noticed a woman holding a basket over her elbow and a kitten in her hands, surrounded by a several people. The basket was partly covered by a dishcloth, but I saw the dishcloth move and figured there were more kittens under the cloth. Curiosity got the better of me - the kitten she was holding was a gray tiger-striped fuzzball, impossibly cute with huge yellow-amber eyes and perked up ears peaked with black tufts of soft fur. A young girl, maybe a tween, was oohing and aahing over the kitten, throwing meaningful looks to the forty-ish woman standing next to her. "Mom, can we? I've wanted a kitten in forever!" "I know, Katie. I just... are you sure? I just don't know what your dad will say," the mother replied. "Dad loves cats. He said if you approved, I could get one. Pleeeaaase!" The woman ventured a finger out, petted the kitten's head and drawing out loud purrs. The kitten rubbed its head against the finger, acting as if it deserved being the center of attention. "It's a cute little thing, isn't it?" "Oh, yea! Mom, I promise I'll take care of it! Feed it, change the litter box. Pretty pleeeaaase," the girl repeated. During the next few minutes, the woman holding the basket and Katie's mother exchanged the information necessary for an adoption. I watched idly as the small head of another kitten peaked out from under the dishcloth, bright green eyes in a halo of soft gray-black fur. I put my own finger out to the basket, moving the tip back and forth along the edge, teasing the kitten and watching it swat with its paw at me. "You like cats, don't you?" The familiar voice came from behind my shoulder. I turned and saw Lisa watching me play with the kitten. She was standing just a few steps behind me, next to another woman about her age. "Hey," I said. "Yea, love them. And this one's deadly cute! Nice to see you." "Will you get it?" I hadn't thought about it in those terms. I was just playing with a cute kitten. But now she'd mentioned it, I thought, "well, why not?" It would be fun to have a cat sharing my apartment, waiting for me when I got back from classes, sitting on me while I was studying. I knew the landlord allowed cats, so that wasn't a problem. There was the traveling back home, but maybe I could take the kitten with me... "It's adorable," she said, reaching out to pet the little head. "If you don't get it, we may." She looked at her companion questioningly. "This is Jayney, by the way. Jayne, Grant. Grant, Jayney. He's the guy I told you about yesterday. In the micro lab at the hospital." Jayne offered her hand and we shook. "I don't know, Lise, you know I'm allergic." Lisa's face deflated a bit. "Yea, I know. Maybe I'll talk Grant into it. Then I can go visit. Be the step-aunt," she giggled. She must have read a question in my glance as I followed their exchange. "Jayne's my roommate." "Is that what I am?" Jayne asked, looking at Lisa pointedly. "And close, close friend," Lisa added, some edginess in her voice. "Nice to meet you, Jayney." I turned back to the kitten, thinking about it a little more. "Unfortunately, I don't have my car with me. I walked here. Could I maybe get the kitten from you later today?" I asked the lady holding the basket. "Oh, we can help you," Lisa piped up, not waiting for the woman's answer. "We've got a car, and you don't live far from us. We'll take you to grab some cat food and all that on the way. Is that OK, Jayney? We're pretty much done here, aren't we?" "Sure, no problem, kiddo." A shadow passed over Jayne's face but I didn't want to over-examine that. Whatever was going on between them was none of my business. I talked to the lady with the kittens, paid the small amount of money she asked for after convincing her I'd be a responsible cat parent and promising to neuter the little devil when he was old enough. Furry beast firmly wrapped in a towel, curious little head poking out, I followed Lisa and Jayne to their car. Lisa kept up a lighthearted banter, purposely drawing Jayne out, throwing me a question now and then about where I was from and what I was doing in Ann Arbor. When she heard I was in a graduate program in microbiology, she began to quiz me about various bacteria that caused diseases she was interested in. "Well, I'm learning a lot of that myself. My real interest is in bacterial genetics and mobile DNA rather than infectious diseases, but I find most everything about bacteria pretty fascinating." "We had to take medical microbiology in our first year in med school. It was cool, but hard. Lots of terms to memorize." "I hate that. Memorization. It's why I didn't go to med school." "You don't need to memorize stuff in grad school?" "Not as much. A lot of stuff is basic concepts you learn to apply. It's much easier, at least for me, than just memorizing this or that part of the anatomy." "Anatomy, gotta love it," Lisa chuckled. "If it wasn't for the study group, most of us wouldn't have made it." I noticed Jayne's hand snake up possessively around Lisa's shoulder, and Lisa leaning into it after briefly stiffening. She must have decided I was OK to witness their intimacy. "Jayne, what do you do?" "I'm an artist. Performance artist and musician. Doing an MFA." I'd had friends in college who'd been artists and had gone the Master's of Fine Arts route. "Do you like the program? What do you play?" "Jazz flute, mostly. Some percussion, piano. The program's OK. A lot of it is about meeting people, making contacts. But also about having a peer group. People you can talk about your ideas with, people you can collaborate with. It's harder to get that on your own." "Some friends of mine did it because they wanted to teach. Are you thinking you want to do that?" "Don't know yet. Possibly." "Jayne busks sometimes to make money. But she's really good. She plays flute in a jazz band. Jazz piano, too." "Lisa exaggerates. She's too good to me. I wouldn't trust her judgement." Lisa gave her a playful shove. "Bullshit! You're great and you know it!" "Are you playing anywhere around here anytime soon?" I asked. I was always looking for things to do when I wasn't studying or working. "Actually, yea, in a couple of weeks. I'm opening for another band at a bar downtown." "I'd love to come listen." "Cool! You can come keep me company while I listen to her. Plus, it'll keep other men from hitting on me," Lisa laughed. "How do you know I won't hit on you?" I wanted to take it back as soon as I'd said it. Jayne was staring daggers at me, and Lisa winced and pulled away from her. "Jayney, I was fucking joking! Besides, he's involved with someone!" I stared at her, open-mouthed. "How'd you know?" "See?" Jayne smiled. "Lisa's got this theory." "No, Jayney! Don't!" "What?" I asked. "It's too embarrassing!" "She thinks that most men your age would have already hit on her if they weren't involved with someone else," Jayne offered, ignoring Lisa's protests. "Or gay. Are you? Gay, I mean?" "No. Not that I know, anyway," I laughed, trying to keep the tone light. "I do have a long-distance girlfriend, though." "See, Jayne? I'm safe." Jayne looked at me through narrowly slitted eyes. "Maybe. We'll see. Not as safe as if the girlfriend was here with him." "So what are you, Lisa? A resident?" "Not quite. I'm a fourth year med student. Almost there. Can't wait to be done." "What happens then? Do you know what you want to do afterwards? Where you're going?" "I've started thinking about residencies. I'm applying to stay here, but that's hard. Applying a few other places as well. Chicago, St. Louis. A few places in California, a couple on the East Coast." "Are you two going to try to stay together?" "Yeah. But Jayney's not quite done. She's got another year at least. She wants to drop out and follow me, but I want her to finish her program. It's a great program. And she'd have to almost start over if she moves. It just doesn't seem worth it, throwing all her work so far out the window." "We'll see," Jayne said closing the discussion. "Hey, here's the Kroger's. Who's staying with the kitten?" "I will," said Lisa. "Jayne, why don't you go in with him? He may need help getting all the stuff." "Umm, I'd rather stay with the kitten and take care of some voice mails. What should I do with it?" "OK, here," said Lisa, settling the kitten in Jayne's lap. "Seriously? Why in my lap? Can't we just put it on your seat next to me?" "Come on, Jayney, it won't kill you, and it will just take us five or ten minutes to run in and back out with the stuff. In your lap is way better - your warmth will comfort the little thing - look, it's scared. It just got separated from its mother and its brothers and sisters, so it's scared and lost. In your lap is much better. Plus, if we put it on the chair and it runs under one of the seats, it will be hell to get it out." "OK, OK, just go. And get back soon!" "Thanks much for doing that, Jayne. I really appreciate it," I said, patting her back as I slid out of the back seat, keeping an eye on the kitten so I'd be ready to catch it if it bolted. ~~~~~ "Thanks, Lisa. This really shouldn't take us long." "Have you ever had a cat of your own?" "No, but we've had cats at home. I can use regular bowls for food and water dishes, but I need to go load up on food, cat litter, and a litter box." "She's a beautiful little cat." "Need to think up a name. Something good..." They found the right aisle and loaded up a cart with the necessaries. "So have you and Jayney been together long?" "It's coming on a year, in April." "That's soon. When d'you figure it out?" "What?" "That you're gay." "Gay? I'm not gay, Grant, I'm bisexual," she answered, her eyes laughing at me. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything..." "No worries. I'm really not sensitive about it. Though Jayney is my longest lesbian relationship. Still, I don't think of myself exclusive to women." "Ah, good to know," I answered carelessly. Still, she was an enticingly beautiful woman, with her mocha-chocolatey soft skin and large, brown eyes. Nicely shaped, too. But I had a girlfriend, and my interest was purely academic. Or more honestly, esthetic. ~~~~~ We pulled up to my building shortly after. I'd taken possession of the kitten and was about to hand her back to Jayne so I could unload all the stuff when she put out her hand, palm towards me. "No, go on and hold the little bugger. I'd rather help with the stuff than get more cat dander on me than I have to." I shrugged and looked at Lisa, who rolled her eyes so I could see her but Jayne couldn't. "She works on being gruff," she said under her breath as Jayne was busy grabbing bags out of the trunk. "Or maybe it's the green-eyed monster," she added, even more softly, as she started to load up on bags as well. "Whad'ya say?" "Nothing. Here, you need to lead." I took the steps a couple at a time to the second floor of the apartment building, then let them both into my apartment. When we were all in, I closed the door and let the fluffy critter down in the living room area of the studio. Luckily, the floor was hardwood, not carpeted, so I didn't worry much about accidents. "Hey, just put stuff down anywhere and make yourselves at home. Want water, beer?I think I even have some wine?" "Where are you going to put the litter box, Grant?" "I don't know yet. The bathroom is pretty small, though it makes the most sense," I said, heading down the small corridor that led to the bathroom. The corridor had several closets lining one side and the bathroom opened onto the corridor across the closets. "Maybe it'll work. I won't worry about it yet. I think I'll first put the box in the kitchen, just to keep an eye on it easier until she gets used to using it. Then I'll move it." "I'd love a beer, Grant. Hey, may I use the bathroom?" Jayne said. "K, give me a minute to put this stuff away." "Hey, Lise, I think I may need your help for a minute...," Jayne added. I busied myself with finding the right sized bowls, dishing out a little food and water and giving the kitten some kibbles from my palm. Then I watched the fluffy thing sniff everything in sight, moving tentatively at first, then getting more confident and more exploratory. I'd lost track of time, fascinated with the cat. Finally dragging myself out of a trance, I set out a couple of beers for myself and Jayne, and realized Lisa hadn't told me what she wanted, so I headed to the bathroom to ask her. The door was about halfway open and I got a pretty clear view of the bathroom mirror. Jayne was holding Lisa in front of her: one of Jayne's hands was holding Lisa's breast, white fingers splayed against brown skin, while the other was inside Lisa's pants, the zipper down and the flap opened wide. I could see Jayne's knuckles moving rhythmically, and it took me only a few seconds to realize she was palming Lisa's sex, I assumed rubbing her clit. I froze, unable to move. Lisa was looking to the left, away from the door, eyes closed, and struggling a little. "Shhhh, Lise, quiet! I know you want this. You've been flirting with him all day, you little slut. Pushing it. Pushing me." "Nooo..." My eyes were riveted on Jayne's fingers, wet with Lisa's slimy fluids, as Lisa arched and pressed farther into the hand between her legs. Jayne's other hand was kneading Lisa's breast, pinching and pulling the dark brown nipple jutting out stiff between the white fingers. As I stood and stared, Jayne lifted her eyes from Lisa's head and looked into the mirror. Straight into my eyes. She locked onto me, challenging me to keep looking at her manipulating and pleasuring Lisa, while I stood frozen in place. Lisa had started moaning, very softly, audible only because I was standing just a few steps outside the bathroom. Jayne flexed her knees and rubbed her pelvis up and down along Lisa's clothed buttocks, mouth intent and eyes now on Lisa, focused on their mutual pleasure. The fingers inside Lisa moved faster, relentlessly rubbing and pulling the labial lips, dipping into the wet vulva, coming out shiny with mucus. Soon enough Lisa broke into a soft whimper that Jayne muffled by moving her hand from Lisa's breast to her mouth. I could see Lisa's teeth wrap around the fingers in her mouth, bucking her hips forward with abandon, crescendoing to a powerful shudder as she reached her pinnacle. She paused, motionless, mouth contorted in a silent scream. As Lisa's pelvic movements subsided, her eyes still closed, Jayne slid her hand out from Lisa's groin. Pushing Lisa's torso down over the sink, she sank to her knees and pulled Lisa's pants down. She placed her hands on each of Lisa's buttocks and spread them to make more room for her tongue, licking her anus, long slow swipes alternating with faster flicks across the puckered opening I could barely make out. Lisa leaned onto her elbows, braced on either side of the sink with her head down, her softly kinked curls flopping down over the faucet. Still tonguing Lisa's anus, Jayne snaked her right arm around Lisa's front and inserted two fingers into Lisa's vulva, spreading her lips, maneuvering in and out of her fast and furious, bringing her to another climax. Lisa shuddered again, her thigh muscles helplessly spasming. A few seconds later she threw her head back onto Jayne's shoulder, eyes closed, mouth open with the upper teeth biting down onto the lower lip. "Ahh, fuck, Jayne...," she rasped, and I took that as my hint to retreat. I'd stood there through her two orgasms, watching without thinking or even meaning to. What had just happened, and why? I went to the counter to grab one of the beers and went to the window, staring out at the trees surrounded by dried leaves littering the lawn surrounding the apartment complex. I was hard and hot and bothered. I'd never seen anything even remotely close to this in sensuality. None of the porn flicks I'd watched on empty evenings and nights approached the heat of this encounter. I could tell from Jayne's look that she had wanted me to watch. She was marking her territory, drawing the line and challenging me to cross it. "Mine," she'd said - screamed - without words, showing me her expert handling of Lisa's body as if she had been playing a cello or a bass. "Is this beer for me?" I heard Jayne sweep the second beer bottle off the counter, and saw her settle into one of the two armchairs in the room, facing the couch I was standing next to. "How's the little fur ball getting on? Getting used to its new home?" I cleared my throat. "I think so," I finally said, still rasping. "I think he likes it here." "How'd you know it's a he?" "Actually, I'm not sure. I haven't looked that closely yet." "Maybe you should." "I don't think it matters much. Not until it's time to neuter or spay them. And that's about the same age for cats," I added. It felt like I was babbling, filling aural space, saying something, anything to draw attention away from the incident I'd witnessed in the bathroom. But Jayne didn't seem embarrassed in the least, and didn't bother averting her eyes as I was trying to avoid hers. When Lisa came out a few moments later, fully clothed again, Jayne patted her lap. "Come here, sweets," and Lisa sauntered over and settled onto Jayne's thighs as if it was the most natural thing in the entire world. She seemed completely at home, from which I deduced she hadn't seen me watching her. I was glad for that, at least for my sake if not hers. The Tell-Tale Touch They stayed for another hour or so, drinking beer and chatting with me and each other about all sorts of things: living in Ann Arbor compared to where they'd come from, comparing art school, med school, and grad school, the Ann Arbor music and art scene, and trivia like where to get the best bread and fruit and the cheapest lunch counter close to the university. The kitten had given up exploring and had clambered up my leg and curled up next to me on the second arm chair. Eventually they left, leaving me completely exhausted and shell-shocked. I didn't even feel like making the early dinner I usually ate before heading to the hospital. I cleaned up the beer bottles and scooped up the kitten, dropping him onto my bed next to the pillow. I went into the bathroom to take a piss and rinse my mouth, and looked at myself in the mirror. The vision of Jayne's hand snaked between Lisa's thighs, pumping in and out, flooded my brain and I felt myself swell. I pulled down my zipper and let my jeans drop around my ankles, then squirted some hand lotion into my right hand and, leaning onto my left hand on the counter, I palmed my shaft, squeezing with each upward tug. The image of Lisa's breast squeezed between Jayne's fingers, the purplish-black nipple jutting out, had me rub harder, sliding along my entire length from base to glans. I thought about Lisa's thick juices on Jayne's fingers, wanted to suck on them, suck on those swollen lips below the fleshy mound covered in trimmed brown-black tight curls. I wanted to see the color of her labia. I felt the pressure start behind my balls, and I reached down to roll them between my fingers. Fuck, I wanted to see that smooth chocolatey skin below me while I pumped my semen into her, Jayne watching. I remembered Jayne's predatory look while her palm and slimy fingers were working against Lisa, the knuckles glistening. My balls tightened and my shaft swelled, the pressure heightening and reaching its zenith until I saw nothing at all and I felt the semen squirting out of me onto my stomach and chest. I had to use both hands to prop myself up on the counter and catch my breath. Looking at myself again, I thought of Erin and how much I missed her. Only three more weeks until my next trip home. ~~~~~ The hospital was pretty quiet, even for a Sunday evening and night. I was expecting Lisa to come in and ask about the status of her patient's samples, but it was nearly 10 o'clock and she still hadn't shown up. I had the music as cranked up as I dared to keep myself awake - the usual nap I liked to take before my 4 o'clock to midnight shifts had been cut short by the longer than usual farmer's market trip and Lisa's and Jayne's visit to my apartment. At least I'd had no trouble getting to sleep, and barely made it in on time. The shift ended as it had unfolded, with hardly any samples needing to be processed, and I grabbed my coat and headed out. The night air was cold and crisp, cold even for a late March night. It had been a long winter, and everyone was ready for Spring. Still, there was no wind and I was too wound up to go home and to bed, so I grabbed my bike and headed over to the Nichols Arboretum, not far from the hospital. The gate was locked this time of night, but I'd figured out a place to climb and jump over without attracting attention. There was still snow on the ground, and the moon reflecting off the snow gave the gentle hill down to the Huron River an ethereal look. I stayed in the shadow of the trees and walked down to the river bank, the crunching of the snow under my boots sounding loud against the frosty air devoid of any other sounds except the occasional snow creak. I walked along the river bank, staring at the gently moving water. What a day this had been. I'd really enjoyed meeting Lisa, but I had no idea how to deal with what had happened in my bathroom. Would Jayne tell her I'd watched them? I was sort of glad and sort of sorry that Lisa hadn't visited me. Maybe Jayne had told her that I'd watched them and she was embarrassed. And what about Erin? Did this mean that I had any less feelings for her? There was no question I was attracted to Lisa, and would be welcome any chance for a date with her. But I still loved Erin - it was painful to be without her. We had thought we'd be talking all the time, but time for both of us was really limited and our schedules didn't mesh well. So our interactions were scheduled rather than spontaneous, though the computer chats and emails helped a lot. Still, if I was honest, she was starting to seem more remote. We'd already been apart for nearly seven months now. Between one thing and another, we'd simply been unable to keep up with our intended schedule of one visiting the other every month. Her voice could still soothe me out of my anxious moods over school, and she seemed as loving as ever. I was still walking aimlessly on the river bank when I saw the silhouette against the snow, a small shape huddled in a parka, a fake fur-lined hood pulled up and held closed with some sort of scarf. I wasn't really feeling sociable, but I was almost upon the shape and when it turned away from staring at the river to look in my direction, I knew it was too late. I had to be polite, at least. "Hi. Aren't you cold out here, this time of night?" I ventured, keeping my voice as neutral and friendly as possible. I recognized the chuckle coming back at me. "Hey, Grant. It's me. Having a bit of alone time." "Sorry. Want me to leave you alone?" "No, no. I think I've had sufficient alone time for now, I'm good. Good to meet someone I know." I nodded, going to back to being nervous about her. "I thought you'd come by today, look at the results for that patient of yours." "I did, before you got there. Didn't they tell you? I asked to see the plates and they went ahead and let me. I told them you had, so they didn't see any problem with it. " "Must have slipped their mind. So, what's the status?" "I started the guy on a course of antibiotics. It was very helpful, thanks for doing that." "No worries. Glad it was helpful." We sat silent next to each other, thinking our own thoughts. She was in mine, and I bet I was in hers, but I didn't ask. "I'm sorry," she said, finally. "Nothing like that was supposed to happen." "The samples? I told you, it's OK. I was careful not to cross any lines that would get either of us in trouble." "No, no. At your house. The bathroom. Jayne told me when we got home." "Oh." What did I say to that? I just wasn't prepared to say anything. "I'm sorry. I felt like she disrespected both of us. Especially you." "Lisa..." "I'm sorry, really," she paused. "But... did you like it?" I turned to her. She was still facing straight ahead, focused on the river. "Umhn..." I had to clear my throat. How truthful did I really want to be? What if I weirded her out, sent her running? I felt her hand inch over, looking for mine where it rested on my knee. "I like you, Grant. I'm sorry she did that. She always does shit like that. Fancies herself a domme." "A what?" "You know, a dominant? Someone who sexually dominates over someone else?" "What does that make you?" "A submissive. Except I'm not really a submissive. I guess they'd call me a switch, if I gave a shit for labels." "A switch? What's that?" "Someone who's not entirely dominant nor entirely submissive. Switches between the two." "What am I?" She snorted, not quite her adorable chuckle of earlier. Something more raw, more predatory. "You're definitely vanilla. Unless..." "Unless what?" "Unless you liked it. Then you'd definitely be kinky. Did it turn you on?" I glanced her way to see her looking at me. "Yea, it turned me on," I admitted, turning back toward the river. I definitely did not want to look at her while I confessed that. "I wanted..." "To fuck me too?" I sat there a few more seconds, thinking about how honest I really wanted to be with her. "Yeah, I did." "And Jayne?" "What about her?" "Did you want to fuck her too?" "Well, I definitely could. The whole scene was hot as hell. I... But I like you a lot more, Lisa. You're beautiful. Sexy." "Did you masturbate to it?" "Yes, I did. Didn't mean to, but it really was hot as hell." I didn't look but I saw her nodding out of the corner of my eye. She squeezed my hand in hers. "Grant, would you invite me to your place?" I sat silently. I didn't know what to do, how to tell her about Erin now. It was enough for her to draw her own conclusion. "I know you have a girlfriend. You told us, at the market." "Yea, I do, back in Pennsylvania. York. Her name is Erin." "Long distance relationships suck." "Yea they do. We don't see each other near enough." Back to silence, a little less comfortable. "Grant, could you still... please? Assuming you don't find me repulsive. I won't impose." "I find you very attractive, Lisa. I'd love to invite you." "But?" "But I can't promise you anything longterm." "Will this screw up your relationship with Erin?" "I don't think so. We can see others if we want." I stood up, and held my hand out to help her stand up as well. I squeezed her hand as she stood next to me. "And do you want?" she asked. "Yes, I definitely want. How'd you get here?" "My car is right up there, on the street." "I'm on my bike. I'll meet you at the apartment." "Isn't your bike locked up? I could give you a ride, and drive you in tomorrow. It's my day off." "Deal. I don't have classes till the afternoon." I wanted to ask her what Jayne would say to her spending the night out, but didn't feel it was my place, nor my concern. As hot as it'd been, I hadn't liked what Jayne had done to Lisa. That was no way to treat a girlfriend. We climbed the hill in silence, still holding hands until we reached the fence. Lisa led me down a little farther than where I'd climbed over, pointing to a place where two sections of fence were adjoined, and the fence was discontinuous. She squeezed through easily, I with a little more difficulty. I checked on my bike, making sure it was OK to leave it where it was. I worried a bit about getting it stolen, but I felt being in the Midwest was insurance enough to leave it there one night. After all, there were plenty of opportunities for it to get stolen on campus. We drove to my apartment almost in silence. I wanted to ask all sorts of questions about her and Jayne, but couldn't quite figure out how to frame them, so I left it alone. I had had friends in college who were gay, and I thought I'd known at least one lesbian couple, but none of them had been that close. I'd had no problems with alternative sexuality, just hadn't been exposed to it very closely. I'd certainly wondered about my own sexuality once or twice, when I'd lingered a little longer than seemed strictly proper on a swim team mate rinsing off chlorine in the showers after practice. I'd once watched a college buddy stroke himself leisurely while we were at his place watching a ball game, eating burgers and drinking beer. He'd asked me if I minded, and I said no. He said it relaxed him - he almost always did it when watching a game. He'd invited me to do the same, but I wasn't feeling it. At least at first, truth be told - by the time he'd finished jacking himself off, his semen splattered all over his abs, I'd had to adjust myself in my pants a few times. "Have you ever tasted your jizz?" he asked me, acknowledging my interest. I'd shaken my head, speechless. "It's not bad-tasting at all. Don't know what my girlfriends complain about, frankly. Here, try it," and he scooped some of it on his finger and brought it near my lips. I shrank just a little, but I was curious, too, so I licked it off. "I can't quite taste it. It's the texture that's just kind of slimy." "Want some more?" "No thanks, dude, I'm fine. All yours," I said, and chased it with my beer. I'd nearly forgotten about that incident. On our way to my place, I wondered about Lisa and Jayne, and how their dynamics compared to mine and Erin's. "Here we are," Lisa said, and pulled into a parking space in the complex's lot. She grabbed her backpack from her trunk and followed me into the building. Inside the apartment I pointed to a place she could leave her stuff, took off my parka and boots, and gestured to her to take hers off as well. "Make yourself comfortable. They keep the complex pretty warm. It gets downright hot sometimes. You want some soda? Water? Beer? I think I have some Irish whisky as well. Out of wine, though." "No worries. I'll take a beer for now." She took her beer to the small kitchen island, while I went to the bathroom. When I returned, she was looking at a photo album Erin had given me as a going-away present. "She's a cutie, isn't she?" "I think so," I said. I closed the album and pulled her with me to sit down in my lap on one of the arm chairs. I didn't really know what to say. I'd made my mind up to cross a line, and she was here in my place. It seemed there was only one way to go from here. She put her hands on either side of my face and leaned in, her lips first touching mine lightly then skating upwards, brushing my cheek, my eyebrows, my nose, and my eyes. I pulled her back to my mouth and pressed against her, tasting her lips, running the tip of my tongue along her upper and then lower fleshy curves and, parting them, dipping into her mouth. I heard her sigh and felt her relax against me, her chest pressing into mine. She was not Erin. Different, exotic. Her kiss was more demanding in some ways. I'd already taken off my sweater and flannel shirt. She pulled up on the hem of my T-shirt and slid her hands underneath, running her smooth palms over my skin, lingering on my nipples. When she rubbed and pulled and pinched them, I couldn't help but arch into her, my nipples were so sensitive to her touch. She bent down to nuzzle my neck, and her kinky curls, softer than I'd imagined, rubbed against my jaw and my cheek. "Yes, Lisa... please... let me..." I unbuttoned her shirt, taking my time pulling it off, smoothing my hands over her shoulders, feeling her feminine muscles. Underneath she wore a tank top, which I inched upwards and over her head, stroking her velvety smooth skin with my lips as I hovered over her abs, her barely rounded stomach, her ribs. Proceeded into the valley between her breasts, handfuls of beautifully-rounded flesh, the darker nipples standing at attention above the areoles. I sucked one of the areoles into my mouth, flicking the nipple with my tongue and tugging on it with my teeth. When I let go, she arched the other breast towards my mouth. "Don't forget me..." She had straddled me and was rubbing rub crotch on my thigh, moaning as I'd been worrying her breasts. "Please, Grant, my jeans..." "All in good time, my sweet, all in good time..." Suddenly her mouth was on my shoulder, biting down on it, sliding down to my nipple and sucking on it so hard I'd winced. "Fuck!" I gasped, and she switched to suckling on it, alternating between light nips and tongue swipes. "OK, I'll take off your jeans, goddess," I said, and she purred in my ear, nibbling the lobe and swirling the rim with the tip of her tongue. I couldn't wait to get both of our jeans off. I felt the heat pooled in both our groins, rubbing my bulging crotch against the heated juncture of her thighs. She stood, still straddling me, and I undid the buttons of her fly, but I needed her to back up so I could slide the tight jeans off. She wore the thinnest of hip-hugging undies underneath, the white material lacy and see-through. She took over taking off her own pants, turning away from me and sticking out her buttocks towards me provocatively. As if I needed any more provocation... Underneath she had white thigh-high stockings, trimmed with lace. "Is this what you always wear when you're on call?" I whistled softly. Had she planned this? "Only when I want to tease the male residents, or lab techs. It helps getting stuff done on my own timeline." She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling and her lips slanted upwards at the corners. Her mouth was the sexiest mouth I'd ever seen, and I was dreaming of those lips on me below my belt. I quickly unzipped and pulled down my own jeans and boxers, my shaft springing erect free from its confinement, then sat down again. Lisa leaned forward and backed up, flanked my legs with her thighs, flexing her knees to squat slightly and rub her vulva over the head of my penis. She was soaking wet, and she kept rubbing, almost dancing on the head, then pushing the shaft forward and sliding forward and backward along its length, leaving wet sticky trails in her wake. I had my hands on her hips and when I couldn't stand it any more, I seated her on the tip of my cock and asked, hoarsely: "Lisa, are you protected? Are you safe?" "Yes. Both. You?" "Yes. Do you want me to get a condom anyway? I have a few, I think, in the bathroom." "No, I want you bare, if I can trust you." With one hand still on her hip and the other at the base of my quivering shaft, I guided myself between her swollen lips into her soaking cunt. As soon as I'd cleared the outside I flexed my groin upwards, impaling her and causing her to gasp as I sliced through her, opening her up. She must not have had sex with a man in a while. She arched her back, letting her head droop backwards, her neck an elegant dark column ending in the soft curls that I loved so much. She let herself be lifted and dropped on my cock over and over, sliding up and down my impossibly swollen shaft, moaning and grunting in a voice deeper than her speaking voice. I was getting closer and closer to release, my head leaned back on the chair. "Wait for me, wait for me...," she whispered. I was trying, god knows. The friction was absolutely indescribable. I hadn't had sex with a woman in a couple of months, since the holidays, and I'd been suffering. Suddenly I felt something else, a wet lick, a soft pressure at the base of my cock. Lisa's fingertips? No, definitely softer, wider, wetter than that. The texture all wrong. Lisa was moaning even louder, and the wetness on my cock was intermittent, coming and going. When it was there, it was even more insistent. A tongue! And then a different texture, like... lips, now dipping down and sucking on my balls, alternating between soft swirling of tongue and lips over the drawn-up testicles and a light scraping of teeth, sometimes nipping, almost hurting but nothing I couldn't take. I looked at Lisa and saw her back, still arched, her head now lolling forward, her moans coming more rapidly, her breathing completely out of control. "Lisa? What the hell? That feels so good, but wha...?" And then I felt hands on my thighs and more insistent licking, my balls, the base of my shaft, Lisa bouncing almost out of control on me. The pressure in my balls was uncontrollable now - I couldn't have held back if a gun had been put to my head. The semen boiled upwards and my shaft shuddered with a mind of its own. Everything went blank as my orgasm exploded deep in Lisa's cunt. I froze with my hips peaked at the top of the arc they'd been making, the semen flowing in bursts, not stopping even as I felt Lisa's pussy gripping me, pulsing while she let out staccato low-pitched screams. A few seconds later the intense pressure subsided and I'd blown my entire load. Lisa's small aftershocks were getting less frequent, and the tongue at the base of my shaft was now making desultory swipes, reaching down to the balls, making sucking sounds as I realized a mouth was licking off the cum where it was dripping out of Lisa's pussy. As I let my muscles relax, I pulled Lisa closer into my chest and looked around her, to see Jayne looking up at Lisa, lapping the mix of her juices and mine. The Tell-Tale Touch "What the fuck, Jayne? What are you doing here? When d'you come in?" Jayne said nothing, not moving her mouth off Lisa and I, still licking. "It's her punishment, Grant. For having pulled what she did in your bathroom yesterday without talking to me. And it's April Fool's. I owed her one from last year." "What?" "Yea, it's April first. It's past midnight. What did you think? Like it?" "I... it felt absolutely incredible," I said. And took some satisfaction as I moved my hands from Lisa's hips to her breasts, rubbing them in circles, pushing the nipples out between my fingers and thumb. As I did so, I watched Jayne's impotent glare. She was still slowly running her tongue in circles around Lisa's clit - I could see her tongue disappear below the curve of Lisa's stomach and feel Lisa's easy shudders. "What do you think, has she done enough penance? Should we reward her?" I had no real opinion in the matter, but I said, "Sure, why not? I can just watch you two." "Or... would you mind helping?" "Not at all." "Come here, Jayne. Bring that bad, needy pussy over here. Grant and I will take care of it together."