0 comments/ 39305 views/ 6 favorites Lynn's Alley Ch. 01 By: t_girl_3 If you are a new reader of Lynn's adventures and care about character development, storyline links, etc., then I would urge you to read the prequel to this series. It can be found as 'Lynn's Journeys'. If on the other hand-no pun intended-you read for the masturbatory pleasure it brings you, then enjoy! t_girl_3 Lynn's Alley Ch. 02 Sequel to 'Lynn's Journeys'… * "Lynn, these are powerful, girl, really fucking powerful," Ali said, laying the 8x10 glossies down on the desk. I had showed her a few of the shots that I particularly liked from one of the photo projects that I was working on. After I moved to New Orleans, I began shooting pics of the Ninth Ward, pics that showed the despair of its denizens, pics that showed the devastation that surrounded them on every side. There was no way to escape the horrible reality of their particular situations. Those that didn't move away were reduced to living in those FEMA joke-trailers for the most part, if their homes were not in livable condition. Sitting outside to relieve the cramped condition of their living arrangements provided no relief or solace. To sit outside was to gaze upon mounds of devastation, still here after what was then, almost two years since Katrina. No, there was no escape for them; for the brave who sought to rebuild this city, not into what it was but into what it could be, should be. No, there was no escape and yet they were still here. Against all odds, they were still here. Those were the glossies that Ali had looked at, gazed at, studied; she was moved by my photos, moved by the emotions that I had hoped the photos would stir up. They had, and I was pleased. "When I'm through with shooting, I think I'll have enough material to be able to show if they're good enough," I offered as my motivation for the endless hours of work I had already put in on the project. "Baby, don't even worry about they being good enough; as an artist, I can promise you, they are good enough, and yes, we will have a show for your series, whenever you're ready," Ali said to me, her eyes wet from the welling of tears. She did see it; she saw the scenes just as I had, and as it had me, it brought forth the tears of an emotional connection to the horribleness of this particular truth. Life continues to remind the human specie just how much of a 'bitch' she can be. Lynn's Alley Ch. 03 Ali and I had flown into the Twin Cities together; I was here for my monthly visit with my staff, and for meetings with Teri, my operations manager. Ali had a meeting at one of the companies, on whose board, she held a seat. The long distance management of my firm was working just as I had planned. Teri's on-site presence was a huge factor, no doubt about it, but thanks to computers, on-line conferencing, and the like, I was able to keep my hand firmly on the tiller. When we left New Orleans, our renovations for the gallery were underway; we hired a contractor recommended by Sharon's dad, a contractor that his real estate firm uses. It was a good choice Ali and I agreed; fifteen minutes into our initial meeting, the three of us were finishing each other's sentences when talking about our vision of the changes we wanted to make. It's good to be on the same page with others. "Want to grab a bite to eat before we go to the condo?" I asked of Ali, driving us from the rental car lot at the airport. "I could eat, I guess, but I'm not really all that hungry," Ali answered me. "Okay, I can wait but not too much longer," grinning at her. "Why don't we call Teri and Nat and have them join us for dinner," her eyes on me, questioningly. Picking up my cell phone, I placed the call. Lynn's Alley Ch. 04 Ali and I were working long hours on our individual art pieces; she, touching up a few of the pen and ink series, and me, mounting and choosing the photo-art that I'd want to display for the Gallery's opening in a few weeks. To make sure that we'd have a good turn-out and review, she worked her contacts within the art community of New Orleans, getting three of the better known unknowns to also display their work at our opening. All in all, it was coming together as planned with few hiccups in the process. Lynn's Alley Ch. 05 "Oh baby, I absolutely love it!" Ali exclaimed, referring to my new 'do', my new shorter hairstyle. One of the things I discovered after moving to New Orleans is that the heat and humidity does not treat my hair well. Frankly, I tired of trying to do something with it every damned day, so off to the salon I went, the one that Ali uses. If there's a faggier fag than Simon, I can't imagine it. However, this fag knows how to do hair, and I absolutely loved his creation from my mop of hair. The best part? Blow and Go, five minutes tops and I'm done. "In fact, I just might have him do something similar with mine; sure will make driving with the top down a lot easier to deal with," laughing as she said it. "Well, grab your scarf because the top is down on mine and we're supposed to meet Sami and Justine at the Gallery shortly," I said to her, moving towards the door to the portico, and my car. Flying through traffic, we arrived just as the girls did, finding them waiting at the front door for us. Sami models for me and Justine is her classmate who was looking for a part time job for the fall semester. Sami and Justine's schedules were such that between them, and us, we would be able to staff and work the gallery. "Hi Ali, Hi Lynn, you remember my friend, Justine?" Sami said in way of greeting us. "Hi guys, of course we remember Justine; let's go inside and double-check the schedule for the opening next week," Ali said to them as I unlocked the door to our gallery. It's finally going to happen, 'Lynn's Alley' would open next weekend and we were as nervous as a cat in a dog kennel. The decision to hire Sami for the gallery was a slam dunk for Ali and I. We both liked her immensely and had grown fond of her since I had started shooting her for one of my projects. "You're using the one of me that I like so much," Sami said happily when she saw a wall of photo-art that I had hung for the opening. "That's you?" Justine questioned Sami as she looked at my wall of erotic photographs. "Not all of them, just these two," Sami said, pointing to her photos. "Damn, Sami, you're fucking hot," Justine exclaimed, then, "oops, I'm sorry, that slipped out," her face reddening a bit. Laughing, Ali said that she and I have been known to drop the F-Bomb once or twice, so for her not to worry about it. Ali then reminded us all that with customers, we'd especially have to try to curb our language a bit. Ya' think? We took the girls to lunch around the corner from our gallery, made notes and discussed wearing apparel for the opening, yada, yada, yada. Waving goodbye as they got into Justine's car, Ali and I closed the door to the gallery behind us, retreating upstairs to our working space. Lynn's Alley Ch. 06 "Can you believe we're actually doing this?" Ali asked of me as we got dressed for the opening of our gallery that evening. No, I couldn't believe it, but yet, it was so. The opening of the gallery was happening much sooner that either of us thought it could, much sooner than either of us thought it would. We had busted our asses getting our own work ready for the opening, putting in some serious long hours, but with a sense of passion that I've never felt before about my photography. Maybe it was the knowledge that I now had the time to do what I couldn't before. Maybe it was the fact that we had each other to lean on when the hours wore on us, and believe me, the hours did do that. Whatever the reason, it wasn't a pipedream any longer; it was real, it was now, it was truly occurring. "Did Mike get his section completed to his liking?" I asked as I hopped on one foot while trying to put a shoe on the other. "Yep, he did, and he's really stoked about being included," she added. "Hell, he's good Ali, for my tastes anyway," I said. "And mine, Lynn, I really like his style," she agreed. Taking my hands in hers, she leaned her head against mine. "If the gallery turns out to be a horribly bad idea, we'll still do our art, right?" "Absolutely," I assured her, "you've unleashed my evil twin, the Erotica photographer and she's not going back into her cage," I teasingly said. "You're more than that, Lynn, your Lower Nine series is brilliant and mark my words, it will be well received; trust me, girlfriend, it will be well received." She liked it, she felt it; if no one else did, it'd be enough for me. Lynn's Alley Ch. 06 "Really?" she said, her head tilting to one side, a look of slight confusion on her face. "Really, but not as our employee, but as our friend," my eyes searching hers as I spoke, "as our friend that the two of us would like to get to know better, away from work, away from posing for me, for us." Ali had just started a new pen and ink series using Sami as her body-model. She smiled, slightly, for the first time since she had walked in. "I'd love to, if you're serious," she finally said, her smile becoming broader. "How's this for serious?" I asked her, "Plan on spending the night, if you'd like to, that is." "It'd be my pleasure," she said, visibly relaxing now. "That's what we counting on," I replied, returning to the computer to finish the billing that I was doing when she came into work. She just smiled at me, and slowly nodded her head, her smile even broader. Lynn's Alley Ch. 07 "There's my girls," Ali said when Sami and I walked into the house from the portico, beaming a smile at us. Sami and I had closed the gallery that Saturday afternoon and she grabbed a ride with me, since she had no vehicle. Walking towards us carrying a plate with seasoned steaks, she was heading for the back patio, towards the grill. Reaching with her mouth, she gave me a sweet kiss and turning her head, did the same to Sami. "Glad you could make it, sweetie," she said over her shoulder to Sami after she had motioned for us to follow her. "Sami, let's get this out of the way so that we can all have a relaxing evening of fun, just us three chickadees, okay?" setting the plate on the shelf of the bricked grill cooker. "I'm not angry with you, Sami; not with you, not with Lynn," looking at her, smiling as she talked, "I understand your attraction to her, and I understand her attraction to you, 'our' attraction to you." "We're all adults here, and things happen between adults that sometimes the adults have little control over," she continued, putting the steaks on the hot grill, the sizzle from the meat juices producing instant hunger in me. "Lynn and I are in love with each other but that doesn't mean we can't share a part of that with special friends; with you, the three of us, as adults, understand sweetie?" Nodding her head in understanding, Sami quietly said, "I do, Ali, I understand and I'm glad that you're not angry with me, thank you for that." Smiling suggestively over her shoulder at Sami as she flipped the steaks and checked the baked potatoes on the top shelf, Ali said to her, "I'll give all the opportunity to express your thanks later, baby, after we've fueled our bodies with food." And reaching to her with her mouth, she gave Sami a long, lingering, lustful kiss as I poured a Cabernet for us to enjoy with the steaks. Smiling, I watched as they kissed, damn near over-pouring the last glass. Lynn's Alley Ch. 08 Fall, in Louisiana, was actually a full season I was to find out. Fall, back home in Minnesota, could be as short as four weeks before we'd get slammed with our first taste of cold and snow. Not so in N'awlins, I was so pleased to discover; Fall, an actual three month season, who knew? As Fall inched its way through October, things were going just dandy in our life, thankfully. We brought on another part-timer, a suite-mate of Justine's; a pleasant young woman, Tiff, thus allowing Ali and I to get some time to work on our own art. Sami's behavior on the job had not changed since that first delightful threesome, and in fact, her already stellar performance seemed to have kicked up a notch or two, she seemingly growing very comfortable dealing with the moneyed collectors and investment types. Not that there was a constant stream of pedestrian traffic in an art gallery, no, it was more about taking inquires from collectors, a lot of computer conversations, and some private showings at night. So, with the third part-timer, Ali and I decided to take a couple of days to travel the Gulf Coastal regions of Mississippi and Alabama. Mississippi, more than Alabama, had taken a pounding from Katrina on that horrible August night, homes and structures gone in the blink of an eye. "Before Katrina," Ali was saying as we drove slowly on hwy. 90, the 'old' east-west route that followed the coastline, "there were gorgeous ante-bellum mansions all along this route, homes that were well over a hundred and fifty years old, but lived-in, maintained in pristine condition." I could see the 'foot-prints' of former home sites, the grass and brick walkways leading from the sidewalks to…nothing; blank spaces that should have been occupied by a structure but lay empty, debris still piled up, in some cases, utter emptiness in others. "The Casinos are a relatively new thing to the Mississippi coast, and they took a pounding as well," she continued, "but with their deep pockets, filled with the money from people who can't afford to lose it, they were the first to start the rebuilding process." Along the coast, on the water, Casinos that had already rebuilt and were up and running, had their parking lots filled with vehicles that had driven through the destruction in order to line the pockets of the operators. Some Casinos were almost finished and would be up and running soon; those that had opened had no difficulty finding people willing to throw their hard-earned money down the black hole that gambling provides. As is usually the case with Casinos, they took far more from a community than it gave back, despite all of the ballyhoo made about providing a larger tax base, school funding, etc. Again, as is usually the case when a Casino set its claws into a community, the people who could afford it the least, lost the most, and not just monetarily. Lynn's Alley Ch. 09 "I want to surprise Mark," Jenna was saying to me as we sat on her patio, sharing coffee and bagels. I really wasn't hungry but Jenna insisted so I nibbled enough to be polite as she talked. "He's been wanting me to do something like this for quite a while," Jenna went on to say, "and since I'm not getting any younger, I thought I'd better do this now while my boobs were still on my chest," laughing at her self-depreciating humor. Healthy boobs, they indeed were, surely no less than a D-cup, I thought when I saw her that first time, at the gallery. Today, she was wearing a simple blouse, the buttons of which were stretched to their limit by the breasts. Jenna was thirty-eight but looked younger; five-six, maybe a hundred and twenty pounds, sixty of which had to be her boobs. She later told me, when I asked, that she was a 34-D, outgrowing her training bra when she was eleven. Her body was slender, the weight in her muscular, but not overly so, legs and buttocks. She worked out a couple of hours a day, she had told me, and she and Mark were joggers on top of that. "What specifically did you have in mind," I finally asked, having long since lost hope that she'd get to the point. "Well, I'd like a tasteful nude body shot, I think," she mused, her face scrunched up a bit, "but I don't think I want my face recognizable, something like you showed at your gallery opening," she finally said, the point having been reached. Yea! "But," she quickly added, "I'd like it done here, somewhere in our house, you know, to have a familiarity within the photo itself." "I think that can be done, though my recommendation would be to do a mono-chromatic background, with maybe a throw pillow or two in the shot, the background not distracting from you, from your nakedness," I suggested, adding, "I mean, you really don't want it to look like above-average amateur porn, do you?" "Oh God, no," she gasped, "I want this to be an artistic photo." "Then, why don't you trust me on how we do this; we'll use some props from your home, just so that you have that bit of familiarity you spoke of." "Okay, you're the expert," she said, beaming a bright smile. Lynn's Alley Ch. 10 "Okay, sweetie, now hold that…just like that!" "Sami, would you turn that rear flood just a tad to the right…..yeah, yeah, just like that." The shot was exactly as I wanted it, and I shot off five quick exposures in a nano-second. "Thanks, ladies, everybody take a deep breath, now," I jokingly said to Sami and Jenna. Jenna was at my studio, above the Gallery, for some more shots, the last in the series that she'll choose from as 'the one' she'll present to Mark for an anniversary gift. She'll have the 'tasteful nude' art photo for their bedroom wall. Sami asked to help with the shoot so that she could get some practical experience to go with the art classes she's taken at the University. She was of immense help, her 'eye' for shadow and detail very astute. "Oh, Lynn, that's the one, sugar, that's absolutely the one," Jenna gushed as she went through the series on my computer. "You sure?" I asked her, again; this was the third 'one' that she had picked. "Yes, yes, yes," she gushed once more, looking up towards me, as if for confirmation. "Okay, then, I'll have it ready for you, in the frame you picked, in a week or ten days, okay?" I answered. "She's got a great looking body," Sami idly commented as she shut down the lights, rolling up the backdrop, afterwards. "Yeah, she certainly does," I answered, my eyes fixed on the computer screen, fixed on Jenna's great looking body. "Would you do her?" Sami asked, walking towards me, her chores done. "I'm not sure that she's doable, for either of us, but yeah, I'd do her," I answered honestly. "Yeah, me too," Sami returned, rolling up to my desk in a chair, "I was thinking about how sweet that pussy must taste when we, you, were shooting her today." "Got you horny now, did she?" I said, my eyes still fixed onto the screen, my mind imagining me between Jenna's legs, sending a feel of dampness to my crotch. Reaching her hand under my skirt, Sami leaned in and began licking and kissing my ear, the side of my face, her hand softly stroking my dampness through my panties. "Yeah," she breathed heavily, between kisses to my neck now, "she did and I'd like to rid myself of that feeling," her fingers sliding under my panties, right to my little man, swollen in all his glory. Sami had become very special to both Ali and I; besides being an ardent playmate with the two of us in our bed, she had also become the only playmate that Ali and I felt it was okay to 'do', without the other of us being there. We came to that decision, one evening, when Ali came home and confessed that after she and Sami closed the Gallery, that they had fucked. She cried when she told me and I held her, and I told her it was alright, and strangely, it was. Since that evening, we've both given in to our carnal urges with Sami and have had one on one sex with her several times. "I want to eat you," Sami said, her voice muffled by her mouth on my breast, her tongue tracing circles on my exposed nipple. All the while she was unbuttoning my blouse and began kissing my breasts, her fingers moved in and out of my pussy with increasing pressure, my eyes were still staring at Jenna's pics, though half-closed now, my breathing getting heavier. Turning my chair on its swivel, I pulled her head down, between my now-spread legs, telling her, "Then you must do, what you must do, my sweet Sami-girl," my eyes closing as her tongue found my swollen clit. Lynn's Alley Ch. 11 Lynn's Alley Ch. 12 Lynn's Alley Ch. 12 "No," Mel answered. "Would you like that, sweetie, would you like to have Lynn and me make love to you, baby, to suck your tits, to eat your sweet little pussy? Huh, baby, would you like that? "Oh yes," Mel answered, returning Sami's kisses. I enjoyed this nineteen year-old pussy for a deliciously long time before I allowed her to climax. Just as quickly, Sami took my place and patiently waited for Mel to catch her breath, before she started eating her again. While Sami devoured Mel's pussy and clit, I played with her firm breasts, letting her suck on mine as well, her scream at climaxing muffled by my tit in her mouth. When we all had rested, we started at it again but this time, little Miss Mel ate our pussies as well; a quick learner was this college sophomore. We all called 'No Mas' around two in the morning. As promised, we dropped off a well-fucked Mel at her dorm around three in the morning, looking as well-fucked as she was. Waving and promising to call-she and Sami exchanged numbers-we drove off to go home. "That was absolutely fun," Sami finally said. "Yeah, it was that," I agreed. "I think I like doing this with you," Sami said, adding, "I like picking up girls to fuck, with you," smiling at me when she said it. "Be careful what you wish for, baby," I said, "Ali and I are sorta' hooked on it." "Worse things to be hooked on than a love of new pussy," she said after a bit. Can't really argue against that, now could I? Lynn's Alley Ch. 13 "Almost ready for some coffee?" Sami asked when she stuck her head in the bathroom as I showered. "I will be in just a few minutes, baby, I'm almost through," I answered as I rinsed the shampoo from my hair. We slept in until almost noon; by the time we had returned to the condo after dropping off Mel, it was almost four in the morning; so yeah, we slept in. Our first day for golf would not be until tomorrow, Monday, so this was a 'free day' for us. I joined Sami at the breakfast bar, glad to see the big mug of coffee waiting for me. "What's the plan for today, Lynn Marie?" Sami asked, her eyes smiling at me. "No plan; nada, nuttin' honey," I said, "Toss some ideas around and let's see if one lands on its feet," I said, smiling back at her. "Well, since the whore-sisters slept late, half the day is gone, but if you twisted my arm I'd suggest hanging here and maybe hitting the beach and water just out of our back gate," She said. "The whore-sisters slept late because Sami brought some pussy for us to play with to our bed," I said in mock-accusatory tone. "Yeah, I did; but, I didn't see you kick little Ms. Mel out of bed last night," she retorted. Chuckling a bit, "Hell no, she was a very delicious piece of sophomoric poon-tang!" "Yeah, she was all of that, Lynn Marie," Sami said, after a bit, her eyes looking at me over the top of her coffee mug, "and you know what? I'd damned sure do her again." "Yeah, me too, Sami, me too, baby," looking back at her. Lynn's Alley Ch. 14 "Did you have as much sand in your snatch, as I did?" Sami asked as she walked into the kitchen, toweling her hair dry, her tall, fine-looking body, as naked as the day she was born. Damn! She looks so fucking good, naked. She was referring to our make-out session on the beach, last night, after we returned from Lahaina. "No, I kept my butt on the mats and towels, like I kept telling you to do, dumb-ass!" laughing as I said it. "Yeah, well, you should have tried harder to make me understand about making out on the beach, about the 'dangers'," she said in a mock-accusatory tone of voice. "Wouldn't have matter, girlfriend, you were so damned anxious to get your mouth on my puss," I replied, smiling at her. She paused her hair-toweling for a moment, as if thinking about what I said, then laughing, she said, "Yeah, I guess I was, wasn't I; well, it's still your fault for having such a delicious honey-pot, bitch!" "And I mean that in a good way, sweetie," she laughingly said, heading back to finish her hair-drying. Lynn's Alley Ch. 15 -15- "I reneged on my agreement to be part of Clay's birthday present," Ali said to me, over the phone. "Really?" I questioned, a bit surprised at her decision, "Why?" "Well, the more I thought about it, the more it seemed cheap and tawdry, and I started feeling cheap and tawdry, as well; and while I might be all of that, it just didn't appeal to me, the more I thought about it," Ali explained. "You're not cheap or tawdry," I said back to her, a little angry that she thought of herself so, "so stop saying that shit." "You know what I mean, baby," She answered me. "Still, stop saying that," I admonished her. "Okay," was all she said. "So, did Betty go ballistic on you?" I asked her, my peevishness diminishing. "Well, she was very disappointed, but I offered her an alternative," Ali continued. "An alternative?" I questioned. "Yeah; I suggested that she invite Sharon to lunch and broach her with the offer to help her with Clay's present. I told her that Clay will get very turned on and at some point, he'll want to fuck one or both of us, and that I really have no interest in fooling with cock," she explained, "And I told her that Sharon, on the other hand, wouldn't mind fucking both her and Clay." "Sharon's going to be pissed at you for telling Betty that," I suggested. "Nah, Sharon's going to thank me for setting her up," Ali retorted. "Yeah, but you're the one who wanted to try a trannie with us, to have a 'woman with a cock' in bed with us, so what do you mean that, 'you have no interest in cock'," I asked. "Still do, baby-girl, but...that's different; it's a cross between a guy and a girl, kind of," she said. "So, what you're saying is that when you fly out here, you're going to be one, horny little gal," I laughingly said. "Yeah, I will and that's why I'm coming in a day early, so that I can have a little time with you and Sami before she flies home," She honestly admitted. I told her of my conversation with Anita, and that if we all hit it off, that we'd have a little playtime, off of the golf course, with Anita while Ali was out here. I also told her that Dani and Mel would probably jump at the chance to party with us, when she was out here. "So many young pussies," she remarked, "so little time," laughing after she said it. Well, she wasn't entirely wrong, was she? Lynn's Alley Ch. 16 -16- "Watcha' doing, Lynn?" Sami asked of me when she entered the kitchen area, reaching for a mug and the coffee pot. "Scrolling through the photos you've taken since we've been here," I said, my eyes studying the images on my laptop's screen. "Uh, have you gone through them all yet?" She asked, a bit of concern on her face. "If you mean, have I seen the shot you took of Mel as she was going down on you? Yeah, I've been through them all," adding, "that shot aside, Sami-girl, you have a really nice 'eye' for photography; good symmetry, nice light balance, really a very nice group of shots." She did; she had an incredibly great sense of photography, I saw it within the first few shots she had taken since we've been here. "Have you always had a good feel for photography," I asked, trading places with her so that she could check her email. "Yeah, I guess," She said, "I've always considered photography a true art medium, and though I'm 'okay' with pen and ink and charcoal, I really prefer the camera, when it's all said and done." "You want to work with me on some of my projects when we get back?" I asked, serious with the offer. "Really?" "Yeah, I think that'd be a good thing for you; a little field experience never hurts," I said, adding, "Now, get your ass in gear, our tee time is in an hour," heading off to the shower. Lynn's Alley Ch. 17 "Okay, don't forget to call Janice when you get home and she'll come by to pick up the papers from you," Ali was telling Sami before she boarded her flight. "Ali, this is the fourth time you've told me, honey; I've got it, I know what I need to do, okay?" Sami responded with a bit more patience than I would have had by the fourth time. One last hug and kiss to both of us, and the new COO (Chief Operations Officer) of Lynn's Alley, Inc. boarded her flight back to the mainland and, eventually, back to N'awlins. Once Sami had recovered from the news that we dropped on her like a bombshell the other morning, the three of us spent the next two hours tossing ideas around, etc., about the business. Sami wanted us to set up a website and asked if I could design us a website. "I could, baby, but there are those who could do it better; I agree with the website idea, I'm just saying that we get a top-notch designer to do it, and do it right the first time." That was the first decision made by the officers of Lynn's Alley, Inc. Then, like other corporate officers, they went to play golf. On Sami's last night on the island, the three of us went out for our red meat fix to the Steakhouse, and then we went home and made love. The three of us, in bed, are so 'in sync' that it's scary at times, but it's always enjoyable, pleasurable, and measurable in terms of the love the three of us had for each other. No, of course it's not usual, not even close, but whatever we have, for whatever reasons that we have it, works for us; for now, it was more than enough. Lynn's Alley Ch. 18 "No, Ali, I didn't give the paperwork to Janice," Sami's voice said over the speakerphone. I thought that Ali was going to stroke out when we heard that bit of news, then waiting the 'right' amount of time for the hook to be set in our mouths, Sami followed with, "I gave it to Gina, who drove over to pick it up for Janice," hesitating a second, then laughing. "Gotcha', didn't I, girls," Sami boastfully said to us. "Sami, I'm going to spank your ass when we get home for almost giving me a heart attack," Ali said, trying very hard not to chuckle at having been 'got'. "Promises, promises; Oh wait, that's what you say, isn't it?" Sami laughingly said to her. Getting serious now, Sami went on, "Janice had to go to Baton Rouge to meet with a client, Ali, and asked if it'd be alright if her assistant, Gina, could pick up the paperwork. I told her that wouldn't be a problem and so, the firm has the paperwork and will file it when Janice gets back from B.R., okay?" "Okay, Sami; anything else before we hang up?" I asked her. "Yeah, I've set up a meeting with a website designer, or at least I will when you tell me when you want it." "Handle it, girlfriend, that's your responsibility now, okay? If you're unsure about something, we'll talk about it, but otherwise, 'do your thing' Sami-girl." Ali answered for us. "Got it," she said, and wishing us a safe trip home in a couple of days, we ended the call. "Girl scared the shit out of me when she pulled our chain like that," Ali remarked, smiling a bit. "I could tell; you should have seen your face," I teased. "It was funny, wasn't it, the way she pushed my buttons," Ali conceded. "Oh yeah, more than you know," I agreed. "So are we going to get dressed and go play golf, or what?" She asked, stretching her arms over her head, working out the kinks from her back. "Or what," I stated as I kneeled before her, spreading her legs apart and lowering my head to her nookie. Lynn's Alley Ch. 19 "Glad that you're back home?" Ali asked as the wheels hit the tarmac at the Louis Armstrong International Airport in New Orleans; well, in Kenner actually, a western 'burb of the Big Easy. "Oh yeah," I truthfully answered, "It's definitely good to be back home." I had flown into the Twin Cities on a Wednesday, and it was as cold as a well-digger's ass in Siberia. Not going to miss this shit, I thought to myself as I drove from the rental car lot at the airport. I drove to my lawyer's office in St. Paul, on Snelling Street; Teri was waiting for me when I arrived. We hugged and kissed each other, both of us trying very hard to keep a smug smile from our faces. The meeting was brief, the paperwork from the buyers all in order, and all the numbers as they were supposed to be. Agreeing to meet for breakfast the next morning with him, before we went to the signing, Teri and I left to go to our office. I made the announcement to my crew, Teri having called them all to come in for a group meeting. After assurances that nobody was losing their part-time jobs and that they were guaranteed transition to the buying company, we were hugged and kissed and thanked by as good of a bunch of geeks as there ever was. "Yes, I cried," I told Ali when we talked that evening over the phone, "You're damned right I cried; some of these kids have been with me since their freshman year at college." "I would've expected nothing less, Lynn Marie," Ali's voice soothingly said in comfort to me. Ali would be flying to the Cities for a board meeting on Monday, and she'd help me pack the few remaining personal items I had left at my condo for shipment to our home in New Orleans. Teri asked to buy my condo, as an investment property, to use as a rental; she and Nat were still cohabitating and seemingly, still very much in love with each other. That bit of news made me happy as well. We agreed on a price that would include the remaining furniture as well, and shook on it; she called a real-estate agent friend of hers to start drawing up the papers for us to sign before I left the Cities next week. I drove to my parent's farm on Friday morning, looking forward to spending a weekend with my family and my sibs. Yes, my sibs; Jan hadn't been a bitch to me in over a year and we were able to have normal, stress-free interaction now. Daddy and Mom were as glad to see me again, as I was them. Mom did her best that weekend to make me gain a hundred pounds with all of the wonderful meals and desserts; she 'thought' that I looked a bit 'thin', but I was happy with the 120 lbs that I carried on my frame but I ate anyway, vowing to begin running again when I returned to New Orleans. Ali arrived as scheduled, had her meeting and we spent Monday night and most of Tuesday packing up my crap for shipment. Teri would oversee the pickup of my goods after we returned to N'awlins. We took Nat and Teri out to dinner on Tuesday evening, the table overflowing with good vibes and genuine happiness for both Teri and I. Hugging and kissing them goodbye before we left the restaurant was very bittersweet for me, my mind overflowing with 'snapshots' of my time with them over the past couple of years. Yes, I cried that last night in my soon-to-be-sold condo, Ali's arm holding me tight to her body as I did so. I spent a huge part of my life in the Cities; I discovered a side of me that I didn't know was in me and in the end, I had found my soul mate, here, in the Cities. So, yes, I cried. ~ The Gallery was very busy these days; Mardi Gras season was in full swing, visitors were dropping in as they toured the art district, and Sami had been successful in getting our site designed and running. Her choice of a web designer was outstanding and all three of us were very pleased with the resulting 'hits' after just a few days. For her part, Sami was working like a woman possessed; first to arrive and usually, the last to leave at night. She had set up a network of burgeoning unknown artists on a rotating schedule of showings, which resulted in a lot of sales; the artists were happy with their sales, and we were pleased with our commissions. Win-Win; a good thing, no? About a week after Ali and I had returned from the Cities, the three of us were at home, devouring a delicious Shrimp gumbo that Mama Jo had made for us and had one of her sons drop off. "How's your mama?" Ali had asked Jerome when he dropped off the gumbo. "She's really good, Ms. Alice; really enjoying spoiling her grandkids," he laughingly said. "Good. I'm glad to hear that," Ali told him and giving him a message that Ali and I were going to take Mama Jo out to dinner in a few days, he left, waving as he pulled onto the boulevard in front of the manse. "Damn, this is good!" Sami exclaimed between spoonfuls of the gumbo. "Oh yeah, Mama Jo can cook!" I chimed in. "So Sami, any luck with Sharon finding you a place?" Ali asked as we cleaned up our dishes. Laughing, Sami said, "Why? Have I worn out my welcome already?" "Hell no, babygirl, you're welcome to stay with us however long you want, I just figured that you'd like to get your own 'space' is all," Ali said, and my head nodding in agreement. "Well, truthfully, Sharon does appear to be dragging her feet a bit; oh, she's showed me a few places but they weren't quite right, you know?" "Yeah, I know what you mean; it took me a long time before I found my place in St. Paul," I chimed into the conversation. "I think she's more interested to see if she can get me into bed, if you want to know the truth," Sami offered up, "She damned sure drops enough hints and innuendoes." "The woman does like to fuck, that's for damned sure," I agreed. "Well, there's no rush, baby; like I said, you're welcome to stay with us as long as you'd like," Ali said to her, giving her a quick kiss to her lips. The three of us cohabitating was working very well, all of us enjoying the sorority atmosphere of the manse with Sami there. Yes, the three of us still had joyful romps as a triad and, a couple of times, Sami had even brought her new friend, Gina, to spend the night. The sounds from Sami's room on those evenings certainly indicated that they enjoyed each other's company in bed, that's for damn sure. Gina had not told Janice, her boss, that she was fucking a client and we didn't feel the need to inform her either. Work was work, but after that, they were entitled to enjoy each other was Ali and I's view. ~ "It's a shame that Sami's not able to go with us," Ali mentioned as we got into our costumes. Ali's family had belonged to a Mardi Gras Krewe for years, and with her dad's passing, Ali inherited that, as well. A Krewe is a private, usually expensive, 'club' that holds its own parade sometime during the long, festive Mardi Gras season. The Krewe's parade was that night and we were riding on one of the floats as 'throwers', tossing beads and trinkets to the parade watchers. "Most of the float riders will probably be drunk before we even leave the staging area," Ali explained to me, "but its great fun and one huge fucking party." "Do I look okay?" I asked her as I twirled in my get-up. "Good enough to eat," Ali said as she embraced me before kissing me with passion. "Baby, we just got dressed and we have to be there in an hour," I said as she felt me up, kissing me and getting my horny motor running fast. "Yeah, I know, but still..." We were only fifteen minutes late. The parade was the most fun I've had with my clothes on in a long time. Drunks on the floats tossing beads and shit; drunks on the street catching them and yelling, "Throw me something, Mister," fighting each other for the goodies that were flying from the floats. Old women, young women lifting their shirts flashing their titties hoping to attract attention from the throwers; one hell of a good time was had by all, I can truthfully say. Our particular float was the third in line and when we reached the end of the parade route, we boarded chartered busses that would take us back to the staging area and our cars. One of the other riders was a married woman of about forty-five'ish, and had been next to Ali and me on the float. The three of us had shared nips from the flask of Cognac that we had brought, and when we finished it, she had produced one of her own, sharing it with us. Her husband was also on the float but was very busy chatting up some of the other women and girls on our float. Ali knew her, casually, introducing me to her when we started the parade. "Any chance that I could get a ride with you gals back to my place?" Jane had asked when we arrived at the staging area on the bus. The three of us had sat together, finishing her flask and laughing on the trip back. Her husband had chosen to sit with a couple of 'young things', obviously more concerned with scoring with them then being with his wife. "Your husband's not going with you?" I asked Jane as we stood next to Ali's car. "Him? Fuck him! He's more interested in trying to fuck one of those girls," Jane answered, "Me? I'd just as soon go home and get plowed rather than watch him embarrass himself and me." "Not much fun for you," Ali said, a glint of 'something' in her eyes, I noticed. "Yeah, well, I'm use to it," Jane said, "So how 'bout it; want to give an old lady a ride home." Ali's eyes quickly flashed me signals, and leaning in towards me, Ali gave me a long, lingering kiss while feeling my breast. "Oh my, am I interrupting some plans for you two," Jane asked, not as much shocked by what she had just witnessed, as she was, intrigued. "No, not at all, we were just going to head to our place for a little hot-tubbing and maybe enjoy a bit of ganja," Ali said, wiping her finger across my lips, smoothing my gloss back into place. "Well, that sounds like fun," Jane said, her eyes moving between Ali and I as we stood with our arms around each other's waists. "Want to join in the fun?" Ali asked locking Jane's eyes with her own. "Really? You wouldn't mind a third wheel along for the ride," Jane said, her voice indicating more than a passing interest in us, now. "Not at all, Jane," I now said, "Ali and I enjoy having 'third wheels' around us, at times," my smile evolving into more of a leer. Jane might be forty-five, but her body was more like that of someone in their mid-thirties. She was on the short side, maybe 5'3 or so and no more than 110 lbs I thought as the three of us stripped in the Aquatic room, none of us feeling any pain with all the Cognac we had consumed. For her part, Jane showed no reluctance at getting naked in front of us. She noticed my pink panther tattoo over my nookie's trimmed bush and just fell in love with it, laughing at the image. Glad to say that my panther still received rave reviews when seen for the first time by somebody. We brought our freshly poured snifters with us to the hot tub and while they got in first, I rolled us a quick joint to share. "I haven't smoke this crap in a few years, so I'm warning you ahead of time that I don't know how it'll effect me," Jane said as she took the doob from my hand after I had fired it up and taken a hit. Jane inhaled, tentatively at first, drawing it a little deeper as the smoke proved to be rather smooth; gulping it down and holding her breath, she passed it to Ali, for her turn. "Holy crap but that tastes soooo good," Jane commented as her smile grew into a huge grin. "Glad you like it sweetie," Ali said as she passed it to me. Two more rounds and I put it out, saving the last half for later. The stone was working its magic on us now, the three of us sort of melting into the bubbling water, resting our heads on the edge of the tub. All of us had our eyes closed, enjoying the mellowness and the sounds that Ali had piped into the room from her sound system. Breaking the silence after about five minutes, Jane asked, "So, are you two an item, or just really good friends," laughing a bit. "We're definitely an item," Ali answered, "we've been an item now for about a year." Crap! Had our 'anniversary' come and gone and I'd missed it? I wondered. "It'll be a year, next week," Ali said. Whew! "Good to be able to find a good love," Jane said, sort of wistfully, "Hank and I use to have that, but these days, not so much." "Sorry to hear that." Hell, what else could you say to something like that? "Oh, don't be sorry, Lynn; when my daughter graduates from college next year, I'm divorcing his cheating ass and finally, I'll have a life of my own for whatever time I have left on God's green earth." The three of us were silent for a few minutes, enjoying the stoning and the music, as well as the warm, soothing water. "By the way, you two, whenever ya'll are ready for some privacy, let me know and I'll call a cab to get home," she said to us in passing. "That's one option," I offered up. "There's more than one option?" she asked, her eyes still closed, the stone having fully hit her now, judging by the silly grin on her face. "Yeah," Ali said, leaving 'our' side of the tub to move closer to Jane, "another one could be that you stay for a while longer, with us, and we'll bring you home later," Ali's hand rising from the water to lightly brush across Jane's very nice C-cup breasts. Jane's eyes popped wide open at the touch of Ali's hand. "Ali, I've, er, well, I've never been with a woman, you know, like that," Jane said, but making no move to stop Ali's hand from what it was doing. Moving to the other side of Jane now, putting her between Ali and me, I asked, "Ever think about it," my hand joining Ali's now, lightly brushing across her boobs. "The thought's crossed my mind from time to time, Lynn, but, well, I've just never done anything more than think about it," she answered, not stopping my hand either. "Would you like to, sweetie," Ali said as she leaned in and lightly kissed the side of Jane's face, "with us, here, tonight?" "I wouldn't know what to do, Ali" Jane said to us, her breathing a bit labored it seemed. Kissing the other side of her face, I nibbled her ear, whispering, "We could show you, Jane; we can teach you all sort of things, baby," moving my hand to finger-walk, gently, across her abdomen, just above her neatly trimmed bush. Before she could answer me, I brought my mouth to her chest, kissing and licking my tongue up her neck as she tilted her head back in response. My fingers were now walking across her pubes, lightly brushing the skin as I did so. Ali moved her hand to cup Jane's breast, tenderly, softly rubbing the nipple with the palm of her hand, the nipple hard and erect in arousal. Jane was silent for a short while, letting us kiss and touch her as we were doing, when she answered us; "Yeah, I think I'd like that," she said, putting her hands on the back of our heads, her fingers rubbing through our hair. Ali and I spent a deliciously long time kissing and fondling Jane, her body's response clearly showing that she loved what we were doing to her. We sort of 'tag-teamed' her, taking turns kissing her, sucking her titties, playing with her nookie, keeping her on the edge of orgasm for an awfully long time; long enough that she started asking, really almost begging, us to let her climax. "Not yet, Jane," I said, reaching for one of the towels on the side of the tub to dry my hands, "let's finish the doobie and then, we'll take you upstairs to our bed, where we can properly make love with you, to you." Handing over towels to them to dry off after I had gotten out of the tub and dried myself, I lit the doob and passed it to Ali; three rounds and it was gone and so were the three of us. Jane walked upstairs with us, none of us feeling any pain at all; between the Cognac and the weed, we were feeling just peachy-keen fine. Ali and I climbed onto bed, placing Jane between us, her arms going around us when we leaned down to suck and lick her breasts, soft moans escaping from her lips. Ali moved up her body and kissed her lustfully, their tongues in each other's mouths; I kissed my way down her body from her very suckable breasts until I had maneuvered myself between her legs. Placing my mouth on her nookie, my tongue flicked across her clit which drew a muffled gasp from her mouth; taking that to be a sign that she liked it, I placed my hands under her ass and lifted her crotch to my mouth, sliding my tongue easily into her pussy. Her moans were now louder, much louder and her kissing of Ali became even more lustful and carnal, Ali responding in the same way. Jane's pussy had a very nice scent and tasted honey-like which fueled my cunnilingual assault of her snatch all the more. Her hips were moving, grinding against my mouth and tongue, her hands feeling and fondling Ali's breasts as they kissed and touched each other. "Oh dear God," she suddenly screamed, as her hands flew to my head, holding it to her pussy as she bucked upwards, hard against my mouth, "I'm going to come, oh damn, damn...." Her voice becoming a whimper of pleasure as her orgasm shook her body unmercifully. Placing small kisses to her face as Jane's climax ebbed, I had crawled up to lay beside her as well, she turning to kiss me lustfully, tasting her juices on my mouth. We snuggled for a bit when Ali broke the silence as she moved between Jane's legs; "My turn now, sweetheart, strap yourself in," lowering her head to Jane's very wet pussy. We dropped Jane at her house around three in the morning, her husband's car not in the driveway. She didn't fucking care whether or not he ever came home, she said. We loved her that evening, taking turns getting her off, taking turns getting her hot; she wanted to please us but we told her no, not tonight; tonight was all about the two of us pleasuring her. Later? On another day or evening if she wanted to come back to play with us, we told her that we'd let her join in the fun of giving a woman an orgasm, but not tonight. "Promise?" she asked as she took turns kissing us goodnight, "promise that we can do this again?" "You have the phone number to the house, baby; give us a call when you'd like to get together again, okay?" Ali said as they shared a last kiss. "That was fun," I stated as I drove us home from Jane's place. "You bet it was," Ali agreed. "Think she'll call?" I asked, "Or do you think she'll be remorseful in the morning?" "Nah, she'll call, Lynn; they all want more of us once they've had us in bed." That wasn't an untruth. ~ Ali and I had talked about her apartment in the French Quarters a couple of times; we hardly used it anymore, and she even thought about selling it but I dissuaded her from that thought. "It's too valuable," I had told her, "Hell, if anything, use it as a rental or a lease property," I had suggested. I could almost see the light bulb going off above her head when I said that. "You know, that's not a bad idea," she agreed; "What would you think about me offering it to Sami, as a rental?" She asked. "I've heard worse ideas," I agreed. That night, after we had closed the Gallery and finished with some paperwork and all, we sat upstairs in our studio space, enjoying a couple of cold beers as we decompressed from the day. Ali mentioned to Sami her idea of renting her the Quarters' place and mentioned a price that was definitely affordable for Sami, now. "Are you fucking serious?" Sami said with a bit of a shock on her face. "Serious as I can be, Sami." "But don't you guys still use it from time to time?" "Hardly at all," I piped up, "the last time we were there was to collect a bunch of junk mail and check on things." "Think about it, Sami," Ali started to say, "and whenever..." Ali's speaking was interrupted by Sami. Lynn's Alley Ch. 19 "Think about it? I'll take the deal," she said with a huge grin on her face. And so, it became a reality within a couple of weeks; Ali and I moved some clothes and personal crap either back to the manse, or into the separate studio building that we'd continue to use from time to time, across the patio from the apartment. Sami was in her own space, now, and she loved us all the more for it. ~ Sami walked through the apartment, her apartment now, running her hands across the furniture, taking in the wonderful aroma that two hundred year-old buildings can have. She walked, all of her senses alert and receptive to the aura that this building seemed to possess. Ali and Lynn know what I'm feeling, she thought to herself, they had mentioned feeling the 'souls' that were still in the centuries-old bricks and mortar, they've felt it too. Sami wanted to spend her first night in her own place, albeit a rented place, alone; oh, she could have had company, Gina certainly wanted to spend the night with her again, she always wants to spend the night with Sami. But no, she wanted her first night to be just her and the apartment; she wanted to 'feel' the apartment, devoid of any other people's presence. Gina. She needed to think about Gina; oh, she was a lot of fun to be with, to be in bed with, to do 'things' to but clearly, Gina was more invested in Sami than Sami was in her. Well, Sami thought to herself, I'll deal with that later, not tonight she thought as she slowly took off her clothes and climbed into her bed. Her bed; her first purchase of furniture, replacing Ali's bed and storing Ali's bed in the studio building across the patio. Lying in the darkness, the only light coming from a street lamp on the corner which cast a dim glow around the shutters of the full-sized patio windows of the bedroom, Sami moved her hand to touch herself, to tease and play with herself. "You like playing with yourself Sami, don't you?" And if I do, what of it? "You could have Gina playing with you; but you don't want Gina right now, do you? That was certainly true, Sami thought as she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm in her pussy. "You know you want your cousin, Charlene, here, now, playing with you." Yeah, I do, thought Sami, but not now; it's still too soon. Maybe, maybe 'down the road." And thinking about the first time that her cousin, Charlene, had played with her all those years ago, Sami climaxed; a mighty, body-wracking orgasm that shook her new bed on its frame. Lynn's Alley Ch. 20 "Road trip!" I announced to Sami and Ali when I walked into the Gallery. "Road trip?" they both asked at the same time. "That's what I said; As President of this fucking corporation, I am mandating a get-away sabbatical for us, to clear our heads, and to get in some much needed golf." Ali and Sami just stared at the ranting bitch standing in the office. "Seriously, guys, we've been humping it seven days a week since we got back from Hawaii; the Easter weekend is coming up and I've booked us a condo at Gulf Shores, just us, The Three Amigos." "And besides, I want to take my new ride on a road trip," I said, finally ending my soliloquy. "It's always about you, isn't it Lynn," Sami teasingly said, with Ali agreeing. The two of them then started trash-talking about me as if I wasn't there until they couldn't keep straight faces any longer and the three of us had a huge laugh over it. It was true that we had been very, very busy of late. Ali and I were working with our individual mediums almost exclusively, leaving much of the running of the Gallery to Sami and the two girls, Justine and Tiff. Seeing the need, we brought on another full timer, Jason; a nice quiet gay guy that Ali knew from the art scene. He'd run and worked in some of the best galleries for the past five years or so. He was in a very stable relationship and could smooze the rich bitches with the best of 'em. I had two photo projects going on at the moment, and Ali was doing a couple of private commissions. The web site was getting a lot of traffic and generating a lot of sales, keeping Sami very busy with that as well. We had decided to close the Gallery on Good Friday through the Monday after Easter, so we had the time, and the girls agreed that we did, indeed, need to get away for a bit. Lynn's Alley Ch. 21 "Okay, ladies; just a bit closer…yeah, like that…hold it, hold it……got it!" Sami and Ramona relaxed but their eyes stay locked with each other for a few seconds longer than necessary, I thought. They were silent as they put on their respective wraparounds, covering their nudity. "Good session, you guys," I said to them both, "very hot, very sensual," meaning every word as my slightly damp panties would attest to. Ramona is a full-time student and a photo model in the city; high-end department store model for catalogs, etc, as well as a free-lance model for photographers and artists. She was a junior at a prestigious Women's University here, in the city, and quite a lovely young woman. She was tall, like Sami, 5'10" or so, with a bit more weight than Sami-girl carried by about 10 lbs or so. Her breasts were fuller and slightly larger, the darkness of her nipples contrasting nicely with the mocha-colored skin of her body. I had started my second Erotica series and was shooting at night, after the Gallery was closed for the day. Sami, bless her heart, put in a full day at the Gallery and another couple of hours at night as part of my shoot. Ramona was the second girl I had used so far, and like the other model, she and Sami were the subjects of my series. Just like when I had shot the first series, I showed no faces, just bodies; full, curves, overlapping arms, or overlapping legs. The shot tonight was the first time I had used their faces in profile, or in any way; the shot was full bodied, they leaning against each other, their breasts pressed against the other's, and their lips a millimeter from touching. The contrast between Sami's whiteness and Ramona's blackness showed up so damned well in the viewfinder of the Hassellblad and I hoped the contrast would show up equally well on the black and white, high-contrast film I was shooting with. "Yes, Lynn, I'd agree; that was a very hot session," Ramona remarked, her eyes still on Sami. "Any more shooting tonight?" she asked, her eyes finally breaking from Sami and looking to me, now. "Nope, I think we'll call it an evening, girls; I'm tired, I'm sure ya'll are tired, and I need to develop the rolls while I still have the energy. Ya'll go home and thanks again for a really good shoot," disappearing into my darkroom with a wave over my shoulder. Alone, in the darkroom, I stewed about the Maui shop; I stewed about the thoughts, not sure about whether or not if I wanted to be a 'slave' to the business as we had become since opening the Gallery. I need to talk with Ali, I thought to myself, I need to share my misgivings, the chemicals assaulted my nostrils.