0 comments/ 13743 views/ 15 favorites George and Germaine By: mattwatt43 BEGINNINGS: 'A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT' George looked out the back window past the deck and out into the yard. It was the filthiest weather that he'd seen in a long time, he mused to himself. Then with a characteristic chuckle he said: "Yes, this is certainly the night about which I could write: 'It was a dark and stormy night!'" He had a laugh about that and took another sip from his drink. Then he was watching as a huge burst of wind, a kind of micro burst, occurred. George, for a while, had been worried a bit about the big dead elm tree in his back yard. If the wind would catch it, he knew, it might just do some real damage out there. As if to echo what was in his mind, the huge gust of wind took the big tree and pushed it over, as if by invisible hands. George watched, wide eyed, as the tree slowly went down and, although doing no more damage, did crush one section of the fence between the neighbor's property and his. It was a fence that had been built by the previous owner over there but now there as a big gap in the fence. George set down his drink and went out to see if there had indeed been any other damage to the woman next door's property. He pulled on his barn boots, kept by the back door in the laundry room for just such occasions and then his rain slicker. He still had on a pair of shorts and didn't bother about a tee shirt. He was anxious to see what the damage might entail. Next door Germaine Ward was also watching the storm, and, for her part, had been also thinking about the big tree. She gave a little shriek, when she saw the tree twisted by the micro burst of wind and toppled, taking out a section of her fence. She was wearing a night gown and having a glass of wine before bed, having worked on some briefs in her downstairs office, when the tree was felled. She hurried to the utility room and got her 'wellies' and an old coat and went out to explore the damage too. They met out there very briefly. "Hi," George said, and although they had seen each other at times, since the new neighbor moved in a few weeks earlier, they hadn't had a chance to meet. "George Sweet," he said to her holding out his hand, which she took. "Germain Ward," she said back to him. "And I'm the owner of that tree," he said ruefully. "Oh it's too bad, it was so big and lovely," she said wistfully. "I already had an appointment with the tree guys to take care of it," he went on. "I will, of course, personally see to the damage done to your fence. I can take care of that." "Oh, thank you," she said. "That will be fine." "Well," she went on, "It's really nasty out here; I need to get back inside before I get drenched." "Yes, uh, Germaine," he said, "Maybe meet again under better circumstances." "Yes, nice," she said and turned to go. Just then there was another micro burst. It had the effect of pushing her off balance. She tried to catch herself but the wind kept her off balance. In the process, her coat caught on the tree and, from the violent movement, it being old, was torn up one of its seams. The same snag caught her nightgown material and down she went. It happened so fast that George didn't have a chance to move and help her. Quickly enough, Germaine was down and the only thing showing was her butt, covered only by a pair of yellow panties. George did take time to stare at her almost naked ass for a moment before going to her aid. She tried to move but groaned. "Oh, my ankle!" she said, and he was at her side. "Here let me!" he said. "Damn coat," she complained, "I'm getting soaked." Then, despite her protests, he took off his slicker, and, though he was only wearing shorts, put it around her shoulders and picked her up in his arms. She involuntarily put her arms around his neck. "But you're getting all wet!" she said. "The virtuous never catch colds!" he said triumphantly. She laughed in spite of herself, "So that's what you are, the virtuous?" "No, I never said that," he answered with a smile, causing another smile in her. "Does it hurt bad?" he asked. "Not terribly but it did, when I first tried to walk on it," she said. He got her home and got her settled in a chair in her kitchen. With her directions, he went for a set of towels right away. When he'd dried her hair, and, at her insistence, dried himself a bit, she let him take off his rain slicker and then she saw the tear in her own coat. "Oh my god!" she moaned. "I was out there in the rain almost mooning you all the while!" He grinned but then said: "But I did cover you up!" "Take any photos?" she asked ruefully. "A few," he said with another grin. "Better not, I'm a lawyer!" she said and tried to put weight on her foot and failed, flopping into the chair. "Be right back," he said, and left, wearing his slicker on his way home. When he came back, it was with some bandages that he used to wrap her ankle, giving it more support. "Oh, that feels better!" she said. "Where'd you learn to do that?" "Bit of sports medicine in my days," he said in response. "Can you take care of yourself?" he asked then. "Think so, don't know," she said. "Have a friend you can call?" he asked. "If need be, I could camp out on your couch but I know that you don't know me at all." "Know you, heck," she said, before thinking, "I flashed my undies at you already!" "Yah," he said, "That was the cool part of the accident!" He hesitated and said: "Oops, sorry, counselor!" "You'd better!" she said, and then: "Yes, I can call my assistant, my legal assistant. Could you please get me the phone?" He gave her the phone and waited until her legal assistant, Betty arrived to take care of her. "Betty, this is George my next door neighbor. He and I were out in the storm checking out damage to that fence from his tree falling, when the wind blew me over." He began to grin and she said: "Don't you say it, Mister!" "What," Betty wanted to know. "Don't!" Germaine said again and he put up his hand in front of him, as if to ward her off. "Really, George," she said, "I owe you here; thank you for taking care of me; I appreciate it. Hope you don't catch a cold." "Well, you know," he began, "The . . ." "Yes, yes," she interrupted, "The virtuous don't catch colds but we have never established that you are virtuous!" "No," he went on, grinning more broadly now, "But we have established that you're wearing . . ." She gave him a withering glance and he held up his hands again and made as if to go. "Thank you, George," she said, and Betty accompanied him to the door. "Are you okay?" Betty asked. "Yes," he said, "Hope I don't catch a cold!" Betty giggled at that and went in to take care of Germaine. AN OFFICE SURPRISE: FATE INTERVENES George discovered a very strange fact about the lawyer with whom he was going to consult about his writing. (George was, you see, a prolific romance novel writer, very successful but under the name 'Shirley Love'.) He needed to do something for his two nieces futures and thought that now was the time. He'd only used the law firm for a few things but was going there now and was that pleased at what he discovered about his appointment with Germaine. Betty met him, as he entered the office. "George," she said, "Isn't it?" "Yes," he said with a smile, "Here to see the boss lady." "Sorry, George," she said with obvious difficulty, "Germaine has a writer coming to see her, by all the stories that we've been told a prima donna and really doesn't have the time now." "Oh," he said, "A writer, prima donna?" "Yes," Betty said, "Some babe named Shirley Love. Pretty big stuff in the romance novel industry, I guess." "Ah," he went on. "Shirley love; well, Betty, that's me!" "What?" she said, as almost a squawk. He only grinned but then said: "That's me, prima donna! Bitchy too!" She only grinned back at him and said: "Don't start with me, Mister; I'm not the floozy type that shows you my butt end in every storm that passes!" They both laughed and he said: "So, you heard about that?" "Yes," she said, "And the dragon lady was properly chagrined." "Nice butt though!" he said. Again, they laughed but then Betty went on: "Thanks for taking care of her; I love that lady with a passion. But hey, it's your time; let's surprise the boss." "Good plan!" he said. Betty went into Germaine's office, knocking first. Germaine looked up with a pained look on her face: "Do I really get 'Shirley Love' in the shuffle?" "Seems like your turn, boss!" Betty said happily. "Well, you needn't be so cheerful about it, is all!" Germaine complained, making a face at her assistant. "But I have George Sweet for you right now," Betty said. "Oh, good! How nice, let him in, and hold up Ms. Love, when she gets here; she's probably going to be late, and I hate that!" George went into the office and Germaine was on her feet and smiling: "My hero! How are you, neighbor?" "Not bad," George said. "I'm afraid that I have only a few minutes, I'm waiting on an author, of romance novels. We take turns around here being assigned to walk in kinds of cases and this Shirley Love is my turn. So, not much time." "That's okay," he said, "Maybe another time." Germaine smiled at him and said: "I certainly hope so; we are neighbors but see one another seldom." "Well with the fence broken down now, maybe we'll see each other more often," he quipped. Then added: "I will be fixing that soon." "No real hurry, George," she said and got up to show him out. "Oh, by the way," George said, "I need to tell you; I work out of my home." "Oh," Germaine said, interested but not sure why George mentioned it. "Yes," George said with a smile, "I write, you see; what I write are romance novels under the name 'Shirley Love.'" He grinned, when he finished saying it. Germaine went to the door, saying to George, a minute please. She opened the door and stared at a grinning Betty. "You knew!" she said. "Yep!" Betty said. "Step in it, did we?" "I'll get you, Missy!" Germaine threatened, and Betty answered by sending an air kiss across the room. She turned back into the room and said: "Okay, George, how do I apologize?" "By helping me with a legal matter," he said. "Done!" she said, "Please sit down, Ms. Love." George laughed, as he took a seat. "Well, I am surprised," she said first off. "Don't know why, I just am." "Of course it's unusual; but it's what I do, and really, what I like to do. I know it's like formula writing but it's a formula that works and has frankly made me pretty much a rich man." "I've never read any of her, I mean your novels, George," she admitted, "I'll have to correct that." "Well, I need help," he said to her next. "Please tell me," she said, "It'll be a treat to do something nice for you, after you were so nice to me, when I sprained my ankle." "Let me tell you; you see, my sister, younger sister Annie died of cancer 6 months ago. Her husband never stayed around and is simply gone, beyond record, maybe even dead. She left behind two lovely little girls, Adrienne and Suzanne, aged 6 and 7. They are just wonderful. They've been staying with my Mom, who is in her upper 70's now and in failing health. I'm the only other relative and I mean to bring them to live with me. But what I want is to set up trusts now for each of them for money for their education." "Easily done," she said, and added: "You're such a caring man, George." "Thank you, but if you'd meet these two, you'd quickly see that they are worth all the trouble." "I'm sure," she said, "And I look forward to it." "But the trust will be a simple matter; how much are you talking about?" she wanted to know. "Well," he went on, "Despite what I make for my novels, I really live quietly and simply, when my trees aren't falling on people's fences and causing them to fall." "And show their undies!" she quipped. "Well there was that bright, shining light in all of it," he said with a laugh, with her joining in. "I apologize, George," she said, "I'm supposed to be being professional here." "I prefer if you're neighborly!" he said then."But your question, I was thinking of putting $100,000 in each trust." "A lovely thing to do," she said. "I'll draw up the paper work and we'll go over it, as soon as that's done. Can I see you tomorrow?" "Lovely," he said, "I'm between novels now and am not scheduled to begin another one for a month, though my fans are always clamoring for more."( MONOPOLY LOSS: Germaine found herself even more impressed with her neighbor, after doing this bit of business with him. She decided one afternoon, when she had some time off, to bake him a cake, as a kind of 'thank you' gift. She had the cake finished and iced and was making her way toward the gap in the fence, when she heard an uproar at George's house. "You cheated! Both of you!" George roared. "Beat you, beat you, beat you!" two squeaky voices were saying, kind of chanting in chorus together. "Did not, cheated!" he maintained. "Beat Uncle George! We did!" a voice answered back. "Yep we did!" said another small voice and then there was a rousing: "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!" from the two voices. It was at that point that Germaine stepped through the fence. George looked and said: "Good, you two bandits, here's my lawyer now and I'll sic her on you both for cheating." The two little girls, both tow headed looked owl eyed at Germaine as she crossed the lawn from the fence. She was carrying a cake. "Germaine," George said, speaking up, "These are my nieces; this is Adrienne and this is Suzanne. The older one, Adrienne, is the wily one, so beware. They've just been cheating at Monopoly and I want to sue them both." The two girls didn't say a word but only watched Germaine closely. Germaine set her cake aside for a few moments and made an elaborate show of shaking hands with each of the girls. Then she spoke up: "It's true that I represent your Uncle George in certain matters but I can easily see where justice lies in cases like these and if you two lovely ladies would like, I will take your case and sue your Uncle George for malicious slander, saying nasty, untrue things." Adrienne reacted first but Suzanne was quickly behind her. Her face was wreathed in a gap toothed smile and she led Suzanne in shouting another victor's: "Yaaaaaaaaaay! Got you, Uncle George, she's our lawyer now! And you're in trouble!" "Drat!" George said, "Beaten and then surrounded by women! What can a guy do?" "Have some cake!" Germaine said mildly, and went on: "Girls, I've brought this cake to say 'thank you' to your Uncle George, who is really a pretty nice guy, for rescuing me the other day." The girls only nodded their heads, and Germaine went on: "That big tree fell in a storm and I was out here with your Uncle George and a big burst of wind knocked me over, and I hurt my ankle. He rescued me, and took me home; then he bandaged my ankle and got someone to come and stay with me. He's quite a hero." The two pretty little girls grinned widely, when they heard that their Uncle George was a hero. "Hero!" Adrienne said. "Hero!" Suzanne soon echoed. "So, it's cake for all of us now!" Germaine went on, "Unless you want me to go ahead and sue your Uncle for telling fibs." Adrienne looked at Suzanne and they both shook their heads 'no'. It was Suzanne who put in at that point: "We love our Uncle George!" "Yes, honey," Germaine said, stroking the little girl's face, ,"I can see that." Adrienne spoke up then: "Are you Uncle George's girlfriend?" George just barely suppressed his laughter at that point, but Germaine looked seriously at the two of them and said: "I don't rightly know; you see, Uncle George hasn't told me, if I am." "Oh, he probably will," Adrienne said then. "Yes, he's good at saying nice things," Suzanne went on, "Even if he fibs!" She ended the last with a broad grin "Do not!" George said and Suzanne's grin got only bigger and wider. "Remember I'm representing them!" Germaine said. This got another team "Yaaaaaaaaay!" from the girls and he put up his hands in surrender. They settled down to cake at that point. George went to fetch some milk for all of them. BATH TIME It was shortly after the cake and milk that George announced: "Bath time, pals. Who's first?" "Uncle George," Adrienne asked softly, "We talked about it, Suzi and I, and can we have a bath together?" "That sounds like a little more trouble than I want to handle," he said dubiously. "But . . ." Adrienne began but Germaine stepped in at that point: "Look," she began, "I represent the two girls now as their lawyer; why don't I take them up and I can give the two of them a bath?" That produced another dual voiced "Yaaaaaaaay!" from the girls. George smiled, and said: "Done and done." Adrienne piped up at that point and said: "Uncle George's girlfriend is going to give us a bath." They giggled, Germaine smiled and so did George. "Come on, you two, before Uncle George does something to retaliate," Germaine said then, leading them away, holding their hands in hers as they went. She looked over her shoulder and said: "White wine, if you've got it; beer if you don't!" "Beer it is!" George said, getting up with the left over cake,the plates and glasses and going to the kitchen, humming to himself. He busied himself in the kitchen getting a glass of beer for himself and one for Germaine. But as he was going up the stairs, he heard them. They were singing. It was, just at that moment, "Row, row, row your boat," sung as a round. There was more joy in the voices than he'd heard from Adrienne and Suzanne for a long time. He stopped his progress just to listen. He gave the door a push, when he go there and entered a fairly steamy bathroom with Germaine sitting on the edge of the huge tub, a three person jacuzzi affair, and scrubbing hair, while still singing. He waited in the doorway until the round was finished and put the beer glasses down and clapped. "Weren't we smashing?" Suzanne asked. "Yes, smashing!" Adrienne echoed. "Smashing indeed," George said, "And I never thought that lawyers could sing so well." "Yes, she was awesome!" Adrienne said then with Suzanne chiming in to agree. "Uncle George," Adrienne then began, "With Aunt Melanie all gone, isn't it a good idea to have Germaine as a girlfriend?" This got a barely suppressed grin from Germaine and a serious look from George, who said: "Well, love, I'll have to think about that; it's not a decision to be made hastily." "Goody!" Suzanne said, joined by Adrienne, "Germaine's going to be Uncle George's girlfriend!" "That's not what I said," George interrupted but only got two gap toothed grins from the wet headed girls. "Beer!" George said. "Thank you, George," Germaine answered. "Ready for pjs you two?" They both indicated that they were and Germaine toweled them off one at a time and handed, first Suzanne and then Adrienne to George for undies and pjs. They got them into their bedroom next. "Oh you two share?" Germaine asked. "Yes, we want to," Suzanne explained. "Not a very girlie room yet," Adrienne said. "Well, but Uncle George is a boy; maybe we three can conspire and go shopping and make your room more girlie!" "Yaaaaaaaaay!" they both shouted. "Story, Uncle George?" Adrienne asked then. "Story!" he said, with Suzanne grinning her agreement. "Uncle George reads stories ever so well," Adrienne said then. "Maybe tell Germaine our news first?" George suggested. "Yes, the news," Adrienne said. Before George could go further, Suzanne said: George and Germaine "We're going to come live with Uncle George now; now that our Momma's gone to heaven and all." "We were living with Grandma and that was nice," Adrienne put in, "But this will be ever so much better. Grandma's not too well." Germaine went to them and said: "Oh how lovely for you, and for me, living next door." She hugged and kissed them each and said: "I'm so sorry about your Momma." They had their sadness then, with Germaine holding the two of them. Then it was "Where the Wild Things Are" for bed time. Afterwards, they spent a few minutes saying their prayers, blessing their Nonnie, Uncle George, Germaine and especially their Momma. It left tears in Germaine's eyes, when it was done. As they were leaving, Germaine asked generally: "Light on?" "Yes, please, small light, night light," Suzanne said. George and Germaine went downstairs. "Forgive me for being emotional here," Germaine said, once they'd settled with their beers, "But they are so open, fresh, wonderful!" "My sister was a grand, grand woman! She raised them so well, until she got sick." "Their father?" she asked. "Up and gone," was his answer. "My sister and I were so terrible at picking, well, mates," he said then. "Oh, you mean Aunt Melanie?" she asked softly. "Yes, she was bi-polar and just up and ran away with some guy she'd met on the internet. I had little or no idea of it." "That was, oh, five years ago," he said, "So, they hardly new her." "Well," she went on, "They are certainly in there pitching for you to have a girlfriend." "No," he interrupted, "I think that they're in there pitching for me to have you as a girlfriend." "I noticed," she said, and they let that topic go. "But I need to get around to divorcing her, I guess," he said quietly. "Know any good lawyers?" "Gail Graham of our office," Germaine said right away. "She's excellent. Shall I give you her number?" She hesitated then and said: "I'm sorry, George, please don't think I'm being pushy." "No, don't apologize," he answered, "And, yes, give me her number." She got up then and said: "George, I have to scoot; I have some early work tomorrow to do." They were a bit awkward for a moment but Germaine remedied that by simply kissing him on the cheek and heading off. He walked her to her yard, where the fence was still broken. "Maybe a gate?" she said, as they got to the fence. "Maybe!" BATH TIME THE SECOND The following day was a busy day for Germaine. She and Betty did have time for a coffee break at 10 AM, after hours of hard work and Germaine talked about the two girls who were now living at George's house. "They sound wonderful," Betty said. "Oh they are!" Germaine enthused. "By the way," Betty said, "Office gossip is that Gail got a call from your Uncle George for a divorce action." "Well, he needs to get himself clear of that part of his past," Germaine said sensibly. "So he's ready for you!" Betty said then with a grin. "Don't you dare make me blush!" Germaine said, getting up. "Back to work!" Germaine said then. "Boss has got a boyfriend, Boss has got a boyfriend!" Betty began to chant. "Not yet she hasn't," Germaine said, "He is undeclared, and when Adrienne and Suzanne ask me again, I'll tell them so." It was 8:00 PM that night, when Germaine got a phone call. It was George. "I know you probably had a busy, busy day," he said, "But we have a request for bath time from the two mermaids." Germaine could here the spirited "Yaaaaaaay" in the back ground, once he'd said that. She went over and found the two girls waiting for her. They gave her hugs immediately, when she arrived. "Bath time, friends?" she asked. "Yes," Adrienne said, then she looked at Suzanne and they both apparently agreed on something. It was obvious that they'd talked about it. "Bath time for all three of us?" Adrienne asked. "Can we?" Suzanne asked. Germaine was taken aback and looked at George who just put his hands up and shrugged. "Of course we can," Germaine said. "Bath time for the girls." Then turning to George she asked: "Do you have shorts and a tee that I can borrow, after the bath?" "Certainly," he said. "You three enjoy yourselves." He was upstairs in a bit and heard more of the three of them in the bathroom singing, and a little splashing. He went about the task of getting the shorts and tee shirt for her to put on. "Is he your boy friend yet?" Adrienne asked. "He hasn't declared himself yet," Germaine said. "Do you think maybe if you smooch him that he'll come around?" Adrienne asked. Germaine agreed with that and then Adrienne and Suzanne looked at one another and both of them seemed to agree also. "Yes," Suzanne put in, "Smooch him; it'll be sure to work, you're so pretty." "Why thank you!" Germaine said then. BOY FRIEND It was shortly after that, when there was a knock on the bathroom door. "Clothes for the mermaid!" George said. "Thank you" she answered, "Put them by the door, I'll get them in a second." "Here they are," he said, as his voice trailed away. "I'll get my clothes and dry off; you two enjoy yourselves for a few more minutes," Germaine said to the girls in the tub. She went to the door and opened it a bit, reaching down for the pile of clothes that were left there for her. Just then, George was moving from the bedroom with clean pjs for the girls. He saw her face and naked arm. She smiled at him. What she didn't know was that there was a mirror wall to her left and George, by simply looking beyond her to the mirror wall could clearly see her nakedness. "My aren't you lovely!" he said, and it was then that she caught her reflection in the mirror and putting her hand over her mouth to quiet herself, shut the door. She was, however, laughing inwardly, after it happened. "Lovely, hmmm," she said to herself, getting dressed in his shorts and tee shirt. She went to the door then and to tell him that the girls were ready. He stood there and said: "Sorry, that was an accident; I wasn't sneaking." "Lovely accident!" she said with a smile. "You're telling me," he answered with a grin, "I'm the one who was clothed and not naked." "Too bad," she said and then: "You bring out the worst in me, George; I was going to say 'beast' but that kind of statement can wait. Mermaids now for pjs, a story and sleep." They got the girls up out of the tub, dried off and into their pjs for sleep. In the bedroom they had a time for conversation about the day before their story. "Uncle George," Adrienne asked, "Is Germaine your girlfriend yet?" "I'm, uh, not sure," he said, smiling. "We were just wondering," Suzanne said. "She'd make a smashing girlfriend." "I bet she would," he said, "I'll let you know soon." "Goody!" came the chorus from both girls. Next they had their story, ready by George, and then it was prayers before turning out the lights. Again, as before, they blessed their Grandma, Nonnie, their Uncle George, Germaine and their Momma before final kisses. When they got downstairs, Germaine said to George: "I hope you don't mind, I put a bottle of white wine in the refrigerator, when I first got here tonight. "Sounds marvelous," George answered and got two wine glasses for them. They were in the family room then, with their glasses of wine and about to settle down. Before she sat, Germaine said out loud: "Well why not?" "What?" George said, uncertain about what she meant. "It's this way," Germaine said walking over to him, "The girls said, while we were sharing the bath, that all I had to do to bring you around to be my boyfriend is to smooch you. So here it comes." She went into his arms and pulled him into a hug. They were kissing then. Soft and wet at first and slow but building. Nice all the while and still building. Her lips opened, during the kiss and she stuck out her tongue and ran it along his lips. He kind of groaned and opened his mouth to let her tongue enter. She moved her hand at that point and took one of his hands in hers and propelled it until it was back resting on her ass cheek. "The lawyer's forward!" he said breathlessly. "The lawyer's not angling for a boyfriend here," she said. "No?" he asked softly. "No," she answered, "She wants a lover!" "Hmmmm," he said, kissing her again and putting his hand back on her ass cheek, to be joined soon by the other hand on the other ass cheek. "George," she whispered into his ear then, "I'm not a 'first date' kind of gal but this is beginning to overwhelm me a bit." "Yes, yes, I agree," he said and then he whispered to her: "Magnificent ass!" She leaned back and grinned. "But I knew that from the first, when you were bent over that tree showing those pretty yellow panties," he said. "Peeker!" she said then. "Definitely! I think that I want my clothes back now!" he said to her. "Okay, big boy," she replied, "Here they are." She took off the tee shirt first, giving him time to play with her breasts and nipples before going any further with her undressing. He was rubbing her nipples, and looking at the look on her face; she appeared to be positively enthralled by what he was doing. "Like this?" he asked. "Oh, yes," she said, "Just a little bit of pinching! I don't know much about sex and pain but I do know what turns me on, so, please, just a little bit of pinching." "Oh, kinky lawyer!" "No, kinky girlfriend!" she replied. "Yes, that's what you are now!" he said exultantly. She shivered, as he pinched first one nipple and then the other. "Hmm, nice!" he said. "Oh beyond nice now!" she said, as he pinched the nipples one more time. "Now progress," she said, pushing the running shorts down and off. At that point, he scooped her up and carried her up the stairs to the master bedroom. She leaned her head against his shoulder, with her arms around his neck, as he took her there. He put her down on the bed and began, standing in front of her, to take his own clothes off. "Oh, this is nice!" she said, "My boyfriend's taking his clothes off!" Once he was naked also, she lay there and simply smiled at him, as he approached. "Come to me, come to me, come to me!" she said, her arms out and fingers wiggling to get him to come onto the bed with her. He went and lay down next to her and kissed her. "This is so fine!" she said. "Beyond that!" was his reply. She lay her head back with eyes closed, as he ran his lips and tongue from her neck down to her breasts, licking and sucking on each one. "Oh, yes," she said, "It's been years! Just years!" "Me too," he said, breathing hard, and still licking at her nipples. "Like?" he said. "Oh yes, a little bit of biting please, just a little bit!" she said through a sigh, and he scraped his teeth across the surface of her nipple, causing her to bow her back and almost rise up off the bed. "Other now!" he warned. "Yes, other!" she agreed and had an equally strong reaction, when he scraped his teeth across the surface of that nipple also. Then his lips, still kissing all the while, trailed down her body from her breasts, stopping briefly to tongue her belly button and then down from there, until he had his mouth engaged with her pubic hair. His tongue was active among the curls of her pubic hair and she asked, panting now: "Are you going to?" "Yep!" he said and continued to travel his tongue down and through her thick pubic hair until he finally started to tongue caress her vagina. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, and held him by the back of the head. She kept on moaning her way through his licking and sucking and said through almost clenched lips: "Won't last now!" "Don't!" he said, and she didn't. She wailed her orgasm into the pillow next to her and, when she was finished with it, espied his smiling face looking down at her. "Next time, next time I promise is for you!" she said. "Hold you to that!" he said, "But first there's this." He moved to lie down on top of her, getting an 'Oh yesssss!' message from her, as she spread her legs to receive him. He was snug inside of her wetness and began to move, spurred on by her vocal encouragement. Then he moved her and entered her from behind, giving him the chance to reach around and cradle her large, hanging breasts in his hands. "Yes, yes, yes!" came her response. After a few minutes, he grabbed her, and despite her involuntary squeal, twisted her around so that now she was sitting on top of him, sweetly impaled. "Yes, I like this too, but I like it all! All! Oh, George, am I your girlfriend now?" she asked. He laughed briefly and said: "I guess so; this is, after all, smooching!" "And even better," she said. He moved again then and snuggled behind her, entering her from behind, and wrapping his hands around her, one taking possession of a nipple and lightly pinching and the other seeking a way into her pussy triangle. He came first and she followed him quickly. He grabbed her and hugged her to himself, when they'd both cum and whispered: "Ah, grand! Just grand!" "Grand and better," she said, "It was never like that! Years and years and all the while I guess I've been waiting for this . . .for you. Thank God for that storm!" "And the campaign of the mermaids!" he said and they shared a giggle. "We have to tell them," she said. "Yes, in the morning," was his reply. "Can you stay?" he asked. "Yes, love to," was her response, hugging him tightly,"I just have to go home to close things down. Won't take me a moment." MOMMA AND ANOTHER HOUSE For several days, Germaine hardly used her house at all, except to go and fetch clean clothes etc. She spent her time, her home time, with George, Adrienne and Suzanne. By the end of the week, she was anxious to invite them over to her house, much smaller than George's big house for dinner. The invitation was given for a Friday evening and all three of them were coming. Germaine welcomed the three of them with hugs and, in George's case, kisses. After he kissed her, she grinned at Adrienne and Suzanne and said: "See I'm his girlfriend now!" This got a quick and decisive 'Yaaaaaaaay' from the two of them, who seemed to be terribly pleased with that development. Adrienne, who was not about to miss a trick, once they were seated, with George and Germaine having a glass of wine and the girls sodas, said: "Germaine, your house is much smaller than our house, you know, Uncle George's house." "Yes, honey," Germaine said, "I know that; my house is smaller but I have a secret. Shall I share the secret with the three of you?" "Is it an important secret?" Suzanne asked solemnly. "Yes, it is," Germaine said. "Yes, then," Suzanne continued, "Share it and we'll keep it for you very well." "Good," Germaine said, "Well, the secret is this: my house is small but I have another house too. Would you like to see pictures of my other house?" "May we please?" Adrienne asked. George was just sitting and smiling through all of this. He simply loved the way that the girls reacted with Germaine. Germaine went and got a photo album; she sat on the couch with George sitting next to her and Suzanne on one side and Adrienne on the other. She opened the photo album and pointed at the row of pictures that were on the page. "That's my other house," she said, "And that's the front yard and where the steps go in the front yard." The girls both squealed, as though on cue, for Germaine was showing them photos of a Florida beach house, and the yard leading to a short flight of stairs that led down to the beach itself. Then there were photos of the beach front and the water. "That's just lovely!" George said. "This is the Gulf of Mexico," Germaine said. "Ohhhhh," Adrienne sighed a huge sigh, and looked at Germaine. Then she went on: "Since you're really Uncle George's girlfriend now, can we visit there?" Both George and Germaine laughed. "Well, of course you're welcome but it's your Uncle George who has to decide if you can make that trip or not." "Uncle George, Uncle George, Uncle George!" both Suzanne and Adrienne said in pleading voices. George laughed: "Tell you what, if Germaine can get time off, we can go over the Thanksgiving holiday. It's a longer holiday this year." Of course the answer from the two golden haired beauties was: "Yaaaaaaaaay!" "You know what that means?" Germaine asked. "What?" Suzanne asked, really wide eyed at the possibility now. "It means we girls have to go shopping for new bathing suits!" Germaine said. "Oh, goodie!" was Adrienne's first thought but after looking at her beaming sister that changed to a combined: "Yaaaaaaaay!" Both Germaine and George were laughing by then. "You can get some time?" George asked Germaine. "Yes, and it'll give me time to make sure the place is all ready; I have a group that watches over it for me down there." "What a treat!" he said. "Hmm," she went on, "I smell dinner; let me go and look at it. You can entertain the troops by looking at the photos of the beach house." "Our beach house!" Adrienne said with glee. "Our beach house!" Germaine echoed and went to get the dinner ready. Plans were made throughout the dinner for the Thanksgiving trip to Florida and the beach house. Later that evening, once the girls were bathed, read to, had prayed and were in bed, George and Germaine were themselves in bed. "What a treat that Florida house turned out to be!" he said. "Oh, George," she said, "I wasn't trying to hide that from you; it just kind of never came up, and these past days, maybe weeks, have been so hyper and hectic. "I know that, love," he said, kissing her, "It came out in the best possible fashion." He then planted a quick kiss on her lips. "You'll shop with them?" he wanted to know. "They're so excited about the possibility." "Yes, I'll be glad to," she said snuggling against him. "Hmmm," he said then,"No pj's tonight?" "No pjs tonight!" she said softly, and giggling afterward, as she rubbed her naked breasts, nipples already hard, against him. "No pjs for you either, I see," she said. "That's me," he quipped, "Always ready!" "I hope so, big boy, because you know what tonight is?" "No, what is tonight?" he asked, kissing her again. "Tonight is 'the next time'," she said, giggling. "You mean that 'next time'?" he asked innocently. "Yes, ready, big boy?" she asked. "Makes me wonder how many times men have wanted to say to their lawyer: 'Suck my dick!'" he said laughing. "Now do you want to start that conversation just as I'm about to take your cock in my mouth?" she asked pleasantly. "Well, I never said that I was one of them," he answered defensively. "I see," she said and she had the covers off then and moved down toward the foot of the bed. Once she was in place, she pushed his thighs out at more of an angle and with a brief smile for him, began by licking the inside of his thighs. She had him shaking from what she was doing in just a few minutes. She alternated her licking with little, tiny bites to the inside of his thighs, as she moved her head around. Then she took his balls in her hand and sucked them into her mouth. "Ohhhhhh," he moaned, "Where did you ever learn those things? You have the mouth of . . ." "Someone in love!" she finished for him. "Oh, yes!" he agreed. She moved up a bit and grabbed hold of his cock and began to lick the underside of it, paying special attention to the underside of the head. This had him groaning and squirming a bit also. "Love your reaction!" she said. "Love what you're doing!" he answered. "You can use the words with me," she went on. George and Germaine "Yes, love your cock sucking!" he said. "Mmmm, thank you," she said and captured the crown of his cock with her mouth and squeezed with her lips. "Aaaaaawwwwwe!" he moaned. "Enjoying yourself, Georgie?" she asked innocently. "Best mouth in town!" he said. "Now how would you know that?" she wanted to know. "Research," he said laughing, and she leaned over and bit his thigh. "Owwwwww!" he said, "I take it back; no research, none at all." "Better," she said and went back to his cock, getting up on her knees now to be able to take more of it into her mouth. At that point, she began in earnest, moving her head quickly to bring him off. She had him moving with her in no time and finally, he tensed up and began to shoot his load into her mouth. She swallowed at a furious pace to keep up with him. "Hmm," she said, sitting back on her haunches, "Tasty! My George is tasty!" She leaned in and kissed his wilted cock then and said: "George, run away to Florida with me? We can take the mermaids with us and all; just run away with me!" "Yes, I will!" he said and watched as she worked his cock over again, getting it hard once more. "May I have it this time?" she whispered. "Yes, you certainly may!" he said, as she got up from her knees and placed herself gingerly down onto his erection. "Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed, as she got into place. As the lay in the dark, later, George said: "By the way, my Mom wants to meet you. Adrienne and Suzanne have been singing your praises to her and she's gotten interested." "Oh, I'd like that," she said. Then he turned serious and said: "Germaine, I've gone ahead with Gail Graham and have filed for divorce." "Oh, good for your sake!" she said. "Yes," he answered, "It'll make things more simple." But then he said to her softly: "Also, good for our sake." "Yes," she said, snuggling against him. The following Saturday the girls were out for a great part of the morning. When they arrived back to George's, Adrienne and Suzanne were all excited and a-twitter. "Bathing suits," Suzanne said. "We all got new bathing suits!" "For Florida, for the beach!" Adrienne added. Germaine was just smiling, but the girls weren't finished with George yet: "You stay here," Adrienne said. "Yes," Suzanne added, "We're going to have a fashion show, a bathing suit fashion show. "Oh good!" George said, "I can hardly wait. The three of them went off and soon they came back all wearing one piece bathing suits. Adrienne was a plain red, and Suzanne was a plain blue. Germaine's plain yellow was simply a knockout! "Wow!" George said, "All this beauty in one place!" "Nice, Uncle George?" Adrienne asked. "Wonderful from where I'm sitting," he said. "More," Suzanne added. "Hmm, more!" he said, "What could be better." They went off giggling and came back only this time each had on a two piece suit. "They insisted," Germaine said, as they trooped into the room. Adrienne had a two piece dark blue and Suzanne had a two piece stripped one. But Germaine's two piece red, bikini was a show stopper! "Doesn't she look fab, Uncle George?" Adrienne asked. "Wow, I guess!" George said. "Uncle George likes his girl friend!" Suzanne sang out, as though taunting. "Come on, gang," Germaine said, "Change now and naps, we spoke about it." She turned to George, who had been reading and said: "I'll see them put down, and be back in a bit." As she turned to go, she said: "With a bit more clothes on." "Drat!" he said, making a face. "Your time is coming, pard," she said, as she was about to follow the girls through the doorway and up the stairs. She came back in a moment and said: "George!" He turned to look at where she was just in time to see her pull the back of the bikini bottoms down to show him her ass. She bent over and wiggled! "I'll swat you, woman!" he said with a grin. "I'll let you!" she said, winking and was gone. She was settling the girls down for their nap, each of them by now had their own bed, and the room decorated. As she was lying there, Adrienne spoke up: "Germaine, may I ask a question?" "Sure, honey," Germaine answered. "Well, we've been talking, Suzanne and I and we're wondering about . . .about what we should call Uncle George." "What's the problem?" Germaine asked, stroking her hair and at the same time holding Suzanne's hand. "Well, it doesn't seem right somehow," Suzanne said. "What might be better?" Germaine asked. "Maybe 'Poppa'?" "Oh, yes," Adrienne said, "That's it; he is now, you know. Don't you think so?" she said looking over at Suzanne. "Well think about it," Germaine said, "I think he might just like it." They didn't say any more about it just then but that night, when all of them were gathered to put the girls to bed, during the prayers, that they were saying together, they both said: "And God bless Poppa George!" "What?" George said, his voice husky with the emotions that the name had caused. He simply went to them each at a time and said: "Thank you love! I'm so happy to be your Poppa." When he and Germaine were downstairs again, he asked: "Did you know?" "They asked my advice and I gave it; that's what we lawyers do!" she said. Then with a smile she added: "But come with me now, and I'll model that bathing suit for you again; if you're lucky, I'll model my skin for you too." "Can't wait!" he said taking her hand. It was a Thursday, a light day for Germaine. She was having a coffee break, when Betty interrupted: "There's a Mrs Sweet here to see you." "Mrs Sweet?" Germaine said with obvious surprise. Betty realized then and said: "Oh, his Mom!" "Yes, I've been wanting to meet with her but she apparently doesn't get around well but here she is. Send the cops if you hear a ruckus." Betty laughed and said: "Will do." In a few minutes she was back, holding the door open for an elderly woman who had snow white hair and used a cane. "Mrs Sweet," she announced to Germaine who was up from her desk and across the room to greet George's Mom. "Mrs Sweet, what a treat this is!" Germaine said. "Yes," Mary Sweet said, "If I wait for that slow acting son of mine to introduce us, we'd never meet. We need to take things into our own hands now and then." "Exactly," Germaine said, "Will you sit please?" "No, let me look at you first," Mary said, looking Germaine over. Germaine was kind of flummoxed by the request but stood first and then turned slowly around. This made Mary laugh: "Yes, yes, I guess! You are a gorgeous, gorgeous girl! He certainly has done well this time!" Germaine was blushing bright red by then, and Mary noticed it. "I'm sorry, dear," Mary said, "I made you blush. I'm so brash at times but old age is a good cover for that. You get away with a lot more if you're an old lady." Then she added: "Yes, I will sit." When they were seated, and Germaine had rung for coffee for the two of them, Mary continued: "So Adrienne and Suzanne tell me that you're George's girlfriend!" Germaine laughed: "Yes, that seemed to be a very important item with the two of them." "Oh, yes," Mary said, "They told me all about it; how they gave you advice to 'smooch' with him." They both had a giggle about that one. "I needed to come here and say 'thank you' in person," Mary went on. "Thank you?" Germaine said. "Well, it took him so long to get over that no account that he's been married to! And it's such a treat to see that he's met a real woman at last." "Why, thank you!" Germaine said to the compliment. "It was a really strange meeting." "Oh, yes," Mary responded with a laugh, "He told me all about it." "He did?" Germaine asked. "Yes," Mary said, laughing again, "Including your yellow panties! He was impressed. But then you've got a lot there to impress a man." Germaine blushed again. "There I go again, dear; I'm sorry; I'll mind my manners!" Mary said. "I really wish you wouldn't!" Germaine said with a grin, "You are certainly a breath of fresh air." "I understand that you're off to Florida for a vacation," Mary said. "Yes, the girls seem to be excited," Germaine answered. "They are, and I got a bathing suit report from both the girls and George," Mary went on and then added: "Don't worry, dear, he doesn't tell me everything." "Well, he's downright marvelous in this girl's book," Germaine said then and Mary beamed. Germaine took a look at Mary and said: "Mary, I promise that I won't hurt him; I really do." "Thank you for that," Mary said, and then moved to get up. "Well, it's apartment hunting for me today. I gave up the house long, long ago and have roomed with a friend of mine. But she recently died and the place seems to grim now. So, I'm off." The thought struck Germaine immediately and she decided right then to act on it: "Wait a bit, Mary, will you? Let's do a little conspiring here." "Yes?" Mary said, intrigued. "How about if you have my house?" Germaine asked. "What?" Mary responded. "Of course," Germaine went on, "I'm at George's big place most of the time and only go back to mine to change clothes and all." "Why how about that?" Mary said. Germaine looked earnestly at the older woman and said: "I want to live with him and those lovely girls in the worst way. Between the two of us, we can do this." "Yes, I bet we can," Mary said with a grin. Then she added: "I'm having lunch with him today; why don't you join us and we'll have him surrounded!" Germaine giggled and said: "Done and done. First, why don't you and I go and look over the house. It's small but lovely." "Oh, this is the nicest thing imaginable!" Mary said, hugging Germaine. Germaine told Betty that they'd be out for the morning and she wouldn't be back until the afternoon but she had her cell phone and would be available. "Don't forget it's your day to collect the mermaids from school!" Betty said. "I'll be there," and then looking at Mary said: "Or maybe we'll be there." Mary was enchanted by the house, and, as far as the two women were concerned, it was set. He was waiting for his Mom at their favorite eating spot and was surprised to see the two women together. He greeted each of them with a kiss: cheek for his Mom and lips for Germaine, and go them seated and something to drink and said: "Why do I think that I'm in some kind of trouble here?" "Nonsense," Mary said, "We were just meeting and getting to know one another; you know that I told you I might look her up." "Yes, Momma," he said, grinning. "And she's a first rate lawyer; solved my housing problem immediately," Mary said. At this Germaine blushed, and Mary laughed: "And she blushes!" George just looked on mystified. Mary turned to Germaine and gave her a questioning look: "You've got the floor, Momma," Germaine said. Mary nodded and said: "This lovely woman has offered to let me live in her beautiful home." George just looked at Germaine who smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "So, that means that now she's out on the street with nowhere to go, so, I want you to take her in!" George's head whipped around again and looked at Germaine, who thought that maybe this effort was about to 'go south'. But George broke into a huge grin and said: "Germaine, love, come and live with me and the mermaids in my castle!" Germaine only then smiled truly and, with tears on her cheeks said: "I'd love to." She got a real hug and kiss from him then and one from his Momma. The rest of lunch was devoted to plans. They decided that maybe the fence would indeed come down, uniting the properties, and planned for the time when they'd do the moving. They took a good long time, and finally Germaine called and Betty told her that things were under control, and she really wasn't needed. "What's up?" Betty said over the phone, "You sound so excited." "I'm going to live with him!" Betty said. "Whoopee!" Betty shouted before hanging up the phone. The two little girls came out of the school building, knowing where to look for either their Poppa George or Germaine. They were surprised to see the three of them standing and waiting, and came running. "Yaaaaaaaaay!" they shouted together as they gave hugs to everyone. When they got home, after a washing up, Germaine spoke to the girls: "You know there's ice cream in the 'frig and maybe a few cookies, I baked some, we're here to celebrate." "Celebrate?" Adrienne asked. "Yes," Germaine answered, as she had the rapt attention of both of the little girls. "Your Poppa has asked me to come and live here with you three." "Yaaaaaaaaaay!" the two of them shouted, getting up and running to her for hugs. While they were hugging, Mary said to George: "She is so wonderful with them." "Yes, it's positively enchanting!" George admitted. "And," Germaine went on, the two girls still standing in the circle of her arms, "Your Nonnie is going to have her house right next door." "Yaaaaaaaaay!" they shouted again. EPILOGUE: A NEW FAMILY AND FLORIDA The move took place and went smoothly. It was a Friday evening, the girls were in bed just a short while and George and Germaine were sitting in the 'sitting alcove' in their master bedroom drinking wine. George, with an earnest look on his face said: "Love, I have to tell you something." Germaine, surprised by the look on his face, asked, somewhat worried: "What? Problem?" "Yes, I think," George said. "I have to be honest here." "Please do," Germaine said then, halfway preparing herself for the bad news that was coming. "Well, it's this way," he began, "I thought that I'd be able to just live with you and it'd be fine but I'm too old fashioned for that." "Ohhh," she said, the disappointment already setting in. Then George went down on one knee and she involuntarily shrieked! The yell had various effects, she startled herself and had her hand at her mouth, it made him simply grin, but it got the two girls out of bed, who hurried to George and Germaine's room to find out what was wrong. They got there just in time to hear it: "Germaine, love," he said, "I adore you as a roommate, but I want you with me as my wife. My decree is about a month away now. Will you marry me?" Before she could respond, the doorway exploded with a loud: "Yaaaaaaaay!" Both George and Germaine turned and saw the girls. Germaine's arms flew open and she had the two 'mermaids' in her arms in no time. "Say 'yes'," Suzanne said breathlessly. "Please say 'yes'," Adrienne prompted. Then it was Germaine's turn: "Yes, George, I'll marry you; nothing on this earth could make me happier! You three are my family." "Yaaaaaaaay!" came the joyous response from Adrienne and Suzanne, as George and Germaine kissed. The wedding was held soon after George's divorce went through. Germaine was attended by Betty, Arienne and Suzanne. It was a small but joyous affair. After the wedding, Florida was a huge success. The beach house was located on a Florida Key and the beach was fairly private. The girls spent most of the first day on the beach, searching for shells and sharks' teeth. They swam, snorkeled in the shallow, warm water of the Gulf and enjoyed themselves. The final piece of the whole drama fell into place, while they were at Florida. On an afternoon, when Germaine was off shopping for dinner, Adrienne and Suzanne told George that they needed to speak to him. The three of them had an earnest conversation about the issue that was concerning the two girls. It came to light that evening. George and Germaine were putting the two girls to bed and it was finally time for prayers. The two girls said their bed time prayer and finished with the blessings but they were different this time: "God bless Momma Germaine and Poppa George," was the way the two of them both said the prayer. As soon as they were finished, Germaine, in tears now, hauled them in and hugged them. "I love you so much," she said, as George looked on, teary eyed and pleased. "We love you too, Momma," Suzanne said, followed by Adrienne making the same statement. It was complete: They were a family. The End