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Maker Girl Ch. 01

By: SierraSprite



Chapter 1 - She Knew Chips

I was having coffee with Professor Harrington in the Packard building lounge. John and I were going over a few fine points in my master's thesis. After several months of heavy grinding, it was going to press in a day or two. Both of us were a little tense, because it was really a small research paper on a new technique for epitaxial deposition and had been accepted for peer reviewed publication. Our names were on it, and both of us wanted to make sure we had fully responded to the reviewers' requests for clarification and minor correction.

After I turned the last page, John leaned back and said, "A really fine job, Brian. I've never had a student take a suggestion like the one I gave you and turn it into something as promising as this."

"Thanks, Professor. I worked hard, but you gave me the germ of the idea and kept me on track. Are you sure you shouldn't be the senior author?"

"Brian, your work for the degree is finished, so I'd appreciate it if you would call me John from now on. And no, I want you to have the visibility of lead author. You'll need it looking for a job. By the way, have you started lookng?"

"No, there have been just too many other things going on. Do you have any suggestions?"

"A woman who graduated in my program three years ago called me the other day and said her boss wanted to expand the engineering group she was in and did I know of anyone with an interest in semiconductor fab who might join them. I told her I would mention it to you and have you call if you wanted an interview."

"What's the company?"

"Xilent. They're privately held and I don't really know much about them except that the Engineering School has a chair that they donated but insisted on anonymity."

"If it's true you are satisfied with this final draft, I'll call her this afternoon. I need a break."

He smiled and wrote down a name and number. Lisbeth Lindeman. 408-533-xxxx.

I turned in the final version of the paper and decided a run and some salad at my apartment would be good. I did my usual 6 mile Alpine Road loop in a not very good 50 minutes but chalked it up to finals. I sat on my small apartment deck and called mom. 

"Hi. Just wanted to say hello. How are you?"

"Brian, it is always good to hear your voice. When are you going to visit?"

" Soon. There are some things to attend to first. Would that be ok?"

"Yes. Of course. I am so glad to hear it. You are as brilliant as your dad was, and I know the kind of pressure you are going to be under. Have you started looking for a job?"

"Funny you mention that. Professor Harrington gave me a name this morning of someone who called him for a recommendation. Maybe by the time we see each other, I'll have news."

"Oh, I hope so. I have to run, Carol is at the door to take me to bridge group."

I took a deep breath and dialed the Lindeman number. "This is Lisbeth."

"Hi, this is Brian Collingswood. Professor Harrington gave me your name and said you might be looking for someone with my qualifications."

"Yes. He mentioned you. Actually, he said you were one of the brightest students he had had in a long time. I am totallly booked the rest of the day, but is there a possibility I could buy you a drink or dinner by way of an interview? I live in Los Trancos Woods, not far from campus."

"You are offering a home cooked dinner to someone you don't know?"

"I'm willing to take a chance. Bring some white wine at six-thirty. Give me your email and I'll send directions."

I spent the rest of the afternoon researching technical job ads. Lots of ads and lots of corporate hype. It was hard to tell what the jobs might actually involve. I wondered about the definitely non-corporate HR treatment I was getting from Lisbeth. Harrington said she was super smart. Hmmm.

Lisbeth's tiny redwood house was buried in the trees near the top of Los Trancos. Without the map, I would have been totally lost. With wine in hand, I approached, and the door opened before I got there.

She was blond and tall. Very pretty and smiling at me. "Hi, nice to meet you in person. Please come in. The dinner is in the oven and we can go up to the deck and talk."

The blouse was silk, matched to expensive tailored capris. In the small kitchen, she handed me an opener and two glasses, picked up a plate of munchies and led the way to the second floor. From a sitting room arrangement, the deck opened toward campus, with a wonderful view over hills to the water and the East Bay. She pointed to a sofa, which turned out to be down and very soft and deep.

I poured the wine and took a handful of cashews. She turned halfway toward me and said, "For a few minutes, we have to be serious. Tell me the short version of who Brian Collingswood is, and why you might want to work for Xilent."

Ten minutes later, she was still nodding and smiling, so I must not have said something too off key.

She spoke softly. "The HR people give us a list of tough embarrassing questions we are supposed to ask. Like do you hate your parents, fight with your siblings, break up with all your love interests. That kind of thing."

She stared at me and said, "Tell me a secret about yourself."

"I'm a complete softie for tall blonds with intelligence who conduct incredible interviews on decks with great views and down sofas. May I have a kiss?"

She pushed me back and lay on my chest. It wasn't just a kiss. It was a lot of kisses. 

"I may have to declare the interview over. You are an interesting guy."

My hands were roaming around, thinking of naughty places but not going there.

"Does Xilent have rules about staff members dating each other?"

"I'll answer that after dinner. Do you want to eat up here? The sunset is nice tonight. Sometimes the breeze with the fog blows like a hurricane."

She had me set a low table with silver and napkins.

On the second trip, I carried the salad and she brought the souffle. The food was out of this world.

"Are you really a recruiter? Is this the signing bonus?"

"I like guys that appreciate my cooking. When I was a teenager, my mom told me a woman who knew how to cook would never want for men friends."

"How come a guy hasn't snagged you a long time ago?" I reached out and pressed her hand.

"I'm smart and I'm picky. Probably too smart for my own good. If you are thinking of asking me out, there is no competition at the moment."

The souffle was disappearing into my mouth at an alarming rate. She put another spoonful on my plate. "You would get on with my mother. She likes men who work hard and enjoy her meals. Have I seen you on the running path? In black shorts with a maroon stripe?"

"Yes, that's me. Do you run?"

"Sort of. Tore my ACL playing basketball in college, and that knee will never be the same. I make up for it with swimming and my bike. Xilent has a great workout facility and indoor pool. The CEO is a fitness nut. If you ran today, you can have some strawberry ice cream."

"I have this overwhelming urge to pull you into my lap and kiss you again."

"Not until later. I hope you don't have to leave early?"

"Sorry, but I'm in bed by nine every night."

I put her fork and napkin on the table and eased her close to me, her tight behind resting between my thighs. I nuzzled the boob right in front of my face, and licked her ear.

"You were invited here for an interview, not a date." Her arms went around my neck and our tongues explored each other. 

I arranged us so she was on top and could interrogate me, or do other things too.

"Tell me what happens if I pass the interview."

"You get to sleep over." She had deep blue eyes with flecks of green. They were very wide open, looking at me expectantly.

"This could be a trap. If I start hitting on you, I find myself out the front door with no dessert. If I don't hit on you, I have an especially nice woman wondering what is wrong, and throwing me out anyway. Tell me, what is the secret to being invited to spend more delightful time with you?"

"You get that answer later, too. Help me clean up. Mom says that a clean kitchen is a good kitchen."

It was almost dark by the time she led me to her bedroom, in the back of the second story. I had two small glasses of some exotic liqueur.

"Take your clothes off and put them on the chair. I'll be right back."

I was down to my briefs when she returned, minus all her clothes, with two towels. She nodded at my waist. "Those too." In the dim light, the naked figure was more exotic than the liqueur.

Behind the house, on an extension of the deck, was a hot tub nestled in a giant oak. "The gentleman gets to remove the top. The water should be nice and warm."

In the tub, which was plenty hot, she straddled my thighs, back to me, and relaxed, The fiery liquid tasted sharp and minty.

"This is not part of the standard interview. There is more to the interview, but I have decided it can wait until tomorrow, which is Saturday, when I don't normally go in until later in the morning. Maybe we can arrange for you to meet the lab director. He almost lives there."

She could feel my erection rising against her back, and wiggled some. "I was almost married one time. Mom said she could tell from my eyes that he wasn't right."

My fingers worked gently on her small breasts and she made approving noises. "I guess any guy who gets serious about you has to run the gauntlet with your mother?"

"Among other things." She turned around and took him in both hands. "I like this. Big and hard. Most of what I know about sex, I learned from her. She says there is no substitute for a guy who knows what he needs to do with a woman, and does it."

"How far do you go on a first date?"

"That's not an appropriate question." She turned around and said, "Please just hold me tight for a while."

She was mashed up against my cock, squirming and rubbing on him. Her head was next to mine, her teeth chewing my shoulder muscle.

"I don't have any tits. Guys have ditched me for that." Head was now resting on my shoulder. Body was relaxed and still.

"You have me totally confused. I thought I was coming for a job interview. Now it seems more like a boyfriend interview. For your information, I like jocks and am not fond of big fat tits."

"You are going to make me cry. Hold tight."

After a minute, I stood and carried her back to the bedroom. There was lotion on the dresser and I started applying it along with a muscle massage. The small tits were fine, very fine. My slippery fingers went over the flat belly and into her pussy, which had very little hair. She was wet and twitchy.

"I want you."

"Not tonight."

"You are kidding. What's wrong? Wasn't that a nice dinner?"

I turned down the bed but dragged her to the bathroom and found a toothbrush, and a spare for me. We brushed side by side. She sat on the toilet and pissed noisily. I followed, and then dragged her back to the bed, eased her in, and fitted myself to her back.

In the dark, I said, "You are too damn nice for a first date screw. Let's sleep on it."

The sun was on the deck when she wiggled against me and turned over. He was as hard as last night. "Do you like morning sex?"

"We have to talk. What about some coffee?"

She did the coffee while I found the juice and put bread in the toaster. The tee shirt barely covered her butt. The long bare legs made me harder.

I didn't say anything, but put breakfast on a tray and climbed stairs to the deck. She drank coffee and had some toast. Then put her head in my lap and asked, in a low, husky voice, "Why are you torturing me? I'm trying to be nice." Her face was turned away from me, and the words were indistinct.

My hands wandered on the marvelous body, warming and probing. "You are the nicest, smartest, sweetest woman I have ever met. I am scared of ruining this before it even gets started. Both of us can get laid any time we want. I've never had a chance before to love someone."

My hands played in the long blond hair. 

"Oh god, I am so dumb. I had such a rush when we met last night, and something kept telling me not to let you get away."

I turned her over and kissed the teary face ever so gently. "Hey, I'm going to do you soon enough. Let's just hang out for a while. Do I get to see the lab?"

She got to her feet, smiling. "I think a lazy run is indicated. I can give you the rest of the interview questions." She pulled the tee shirt over her head. I reached out and pulled a boob and its big nipple into my mouth. She squealed and said, "No tits for breakfast! I need what I have!"

We took my car to bottom of the steep hill and started west, toward the skyline trail, still shrouded in fog.

"You are smart, why didn't you go for a PhD?"

"My dad is a geophysicist with an undergrad engineering degree. Told me engineering PhD's, with a few exceptions, are wimps who don't know how to get things built like a real engineer does."

"Ouch. The reason I didn't is because at a place like Stanford, a PhD really is a research degree, and I wanted to make things."

"You mean, I'm hooked up with a maker girl?"

She looked at me and laughed, "You are a little behind on the hooking up."

After two miles, we turned around. Even on dirt, her knee couldn't take much pounding. 

"Would you be interested in working with me on a small project? Your thesis is pertinent."

She looked at me slyly, "I can't tell you anything about it until you sign an employment agreement with nondisclosure provisions."

We were back to the car, and I pushed her against the side. "You are getting back at me, aren't you? Guy rejects your offer of sex, and you tantalize him with an offer of R&D right out of school."

Her fist was hard and right in the middle of my abdomen. I grunted and twisted the arm up behind her shoulders. She put a knee in my crotch. "Careful, I've taken self-defense courses."

I opened the door and stuffed her in. The ride up the hill was wild and fast. The haul in my arms to her bed was equally fast. The shorts were off both of us and I was buried in her in seconds.

She screamed, "Hallelujah! He does fuck. Harder, faster."

We slithered around in each other's sweat, cursing and yelling. I got her from behind and concentrated on big, heavy thrusts. Her wails rose in pitch and then she was clenching me and coming.

By a miracle, I hadn't, and decided to save that for later. This babe was hot. 

I looked at her chest heaving and licked the pretty nipples on the pancake boobs. 

"You really don't mind a flat chested girl friend?"

"What was that punch in the gut about?"

"Just checking. I like guys with muscles. Are you going to wrestle with me? My brother and I did that a lot until mom said we were too old and people wouldn't understand."

I sat up with her over my knees. Her thighs and ass were rippling with muscle from all the basketball. I applied a slap to each globe. She moaned, acting for me. I picked her up and walked us out to the deck railing. "Tell me more about the lab."

My hands bent her down and worked on back and neck and scalp. My revived cock was between her legs and lengthening. I reached down and slid him back into her hot, wet place. 

"There are about thirty of us, but some are floaters from chip design and production engineering. It is an exciting place to work and the Director, Eric Williams, makes everyone feel motivated. Keep doing that please."

"When was the last time you had sex with a guy?"

"Girls need to have some secrets."

"I'm going to tie you to this railing and fuck you all day until you tell."

"A bull? A lion? A stallion? You are just doing the male dominance thing, aren't you!"

I thrust harder. The sun felt good. I felt good. She was making more noise and her cunt was clenching me rhythmically. 

"You really hate this? After being spurned on your first try, you get a good fuck and complain?"

She gave a low moan and her body shook with a long drawn out climax. I made the return trip to the bed and eased her down. The eyes were closed.

I came back from the bathroom, rolled her on a big towel, and cleaned up my mess between her legs.

"Get in here and hold me."

"Keep quiet, I am going to babble in your ear. Mom told me that I would know the right guy when I met him and fucked him. She is earthy that way. I was scared, when you gave me that crap last night about nice girls, that you were ditching us before we got started. I've done nothing but come for the last hour and something tells me you are the guy. Is it true you can have an instant love affair? My body is tingling and trembling and I really don't know what I am doing or saying..."

"Shut up and pay attention." I got her on top of me in the female dominant position. My fingers dug in her muscled ass and I thrust up at her pussy. 

"You've taught me a new lesson about women and love. Some of them, like you, don't want a lot of fussing around. I didn't know that you just wanted me to take you and prove I could be your lover. I am older and wiser, by one night."

She opened her eyes and laughed. The blue had a paralyzing effect on me. She sat straighter and said, "I think we have something going."

I punched her in the stomach and she slapped the side of my head. We rolled around laughing and beating on each other.

The shower felt good and so did her body. I soaped her tits and pulled on the nipples.

"I guess it is true you like my small tits?"

I toweled us off and kissed her gently. She went in the other room and made a phone call. "Eric, you are there! Hey, the guy we talked about possibly hiring. The one I was supposed to check out? Yes, well, I talked to him and he is promising. Very promising. His thesis work on epitaxial deposition plays well with that project you gave me."

"Biased? Well, of course I'm biased. You send me to talk to one of Harrington's smartest grads, whose most recent work is going to help me get a Nobel...."

"Ok, See you in about an hour."

I had her on my knee, kissing and licking. "Biased? What is this crap?"

She giggled and kissed me. And again. 

"God, do you ever punch my button. How are we going to work together if I act like a lioness in heat and need fucking every ten minutes?"

Her bikini briefs were deep crimson and looked fantastic against the golden tan. The bra didn't have to do much work, but was very pretty. The blouse and skirt were work clothes, I guessed. Or a little bit dressy for a guest. A guest who just finished enjoying that fantastic body minus the clothes.

I sat in the passenger seat of her car and mused about the proper behavior for a job applicant. This mostly made me laugh, which was bad and got her attention.

"What?"

"Don't pay any attention to me. I'm trying to figure out how an engineering job applicant is supposed to behave. I guess that kissing the recruiter is not indicated?"

She laughed and reached over to pull my hair. "That's right. And you don't tell him that you spent the early morning running and having sex with the recruiter either!"

Eric was cool, calm and collected. I found out later he had talked to Harrington after Lisbeth phoned and decided to hire me unless I totally blew the interview. 

As it turned out, he was interested in my thesis work and we immediately tore into the details. He looked up and asked Lisbeth, "How much did you tell him about your project?"

"I went by the book and said he had to sign a nondisclosure first."

"No wonder he looks frustrated. Probably already knows more than we do about the technical challenges. You are looking very nice this morning. Did he ask you for a date?"

"I did. After the incredible meal she made last night, it was the only decent thing to do. If we are on the same project, is it ok if we date?"

"She will tell you I am a results guy. I don't care what you do on your own time, as long as it is legal."


Maker Girl Ch. 01



After some addtional conversation, Eric said, "Brian, hiring engineers is a crap shoot. You are wrong as often as you are right. But I like the way you've handled yourself this morning. John Harrington tells me I will be happy with your work. Lisbeth is trying to give me the high sign that I should hire you. I can offer you an R&D Associate Engineer position at $130,000 to start, and a generous increment to that in ninety days if we are still talking to each other."

He and I looked at Lisbeth, who was blushing fiercely. 

I said, lightly, "I don't have much choice, do I? If I turn you down, there goes my date with the prettiest graduate engineer around."

I stood and said, seriously, "Eric, as far as I can tell, you have a great setup in this lab, and I would be happy to go to work for you. Does she get to tell me what she is doing?"

Still blushing, she took my hand and dragged me away, Eric's laughter echoing down the hall behind us.

"That was sooo bad. He saw right through me!"

"I can think of better places to discuss your project than this office."

"Yes, I have to get out of here!"

She didn't drive to her place, but went farther out in the valley. "My college roommate married a guy with money and we can use their pool. They are in Europe and I have a key."

After twenty hard laps, she was winded and calmed down. I had done ten lazy laps and was waiting for her at the edge of the pool. It was private and secluded and we had ditched our underwear before going in. She pressed herself on me and pounded my head and neck.

"I have never been so embarrassed! And it's my own fault!"

She tried to gut punch me again, but didn't connect. "I could take you home and apply punishment."

She kissed me and said, "I need some loving. And not the tough stuff, either. Are you taking me out to dinner?"

We let the outdoor shower wash off the chlorine, and dried in the sun.

"If either of you tease me about this morning, I am going to throw a fit."

"Come here and lie on me."

I rubbed her back and she mumbled in my ear. "I've had such bad experiences with guys, I almost gave up. How come you and I are so happy? We haven't even known each other a day."

I was thinking of a smartass reply when I noticed she was crying. I made small comforting noises and held on.

"Do you really have feelings for me? Or am I just an emotional female having a romantic fantasy?"

My hands were on smooth muscled ass and I flexed up against her mound. "You told me you needed more loving."

"You didn't answer me."

"I was silly in love once, until I realized she was more interested in me as a meal ticket than as a lover and partner."

"And?"

"You give off a different vibe. I haven't gotten it all sorted out yet, but very encouraging."

"You are being evasive."

"I read some place that you never make a commitment to a girl based on one night."

She stood and took my hand. "Come with me."

She led us to her car, bare ass, and drove to her house. I had our clothes clutched in one hand. She avoided looking at me, so I got ten minutes of incredible side view of naked woman driving.

I was taken to the sofa on the deck and propelled headfirst down. She sat on my butt and declared, "Now I have you where I want you. We can discuss commitment."

I let out my best fake groan. "Woe is me."

"Crying will get you nowhere. I am promising you my body, my mind, my loving partnership forever, my incredible cooking..."

I had her over my shoulder, spanking the pretty behind, and tossing her into the middle of the bed from ten feet. I glared down at her, "Promises will get you everything. I give up. I'm yours, dummy."

The eyes opened wide and she reached for me. We rolled back and forth, crying happy tears.

"This is for real? You really do love me?"

"Love is not just lust. We have to work out the kinks. You want to try that?"

"Oh Brian, Brian, Brian, love me."

We were coupled up as tight as you can get, still rolling around, but laughing and beating.

She got me on top and said, "Honey, we are not supposed to be doing this until after the wedding. What if the parents find us?"

I gave an extra hard thrust that she answered right back. This was a woman who wanted energetic sex.

"You told me your mom liked guys who knew how to fuck."

"She does. I suppose you want her with me in a threesome?"

I didn't answer but finished what we were doing. My explosion in her produced a good, hard come.

I rolled off and lay panting. She grabbed my hand and took it to her breast. "Even with small tits you will love me?"

"You are smart and feisty. My mother would be very upset to hear I let a naked woman drive me around. But you are going to keep doing wild things because you know I will haul you back here and have rough sex with you."

Her eyes had a dark glint to them, and her lips had the smallest of thin smiles.

"We are going in the shower. Then I am going to talk about the project with you for one hour over a beer, or possibly two. Then I am going to get dressed up and drive you to your place so that you can get decent clothes on. Then we are going to that fancy Indian restaurant in Palo Alto."

As I soaped the fine body in the shower, I thought about how hard it was going to be to keep up with this woman. There are a lot of women who do not demand high maintenance, I said to myself.

"You've soaped that boob ten times. What are you thinking about?"

"I'm scared of you."

She turned around and shut the water off. "You're kidding."

"In my wildest imagination about the perfect girl for me, I never got close to what you are. Like I said last night, I'm scared of wrecking this before we get started."

She started punching at me. "Get back to that bed. Don't you dare talk to me like that. I'm not perfect and you're not perfect, but we have something going and you are going to man up to being my lover! Understand?"

She was sitting on me, beating my chest as hard as she could. I closed my eyes and let her vent. God, this was nice.

"Talk to me."

"Ow."

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you."

"That's better."

I gathered her in my arms and whispered apologies for bad behavior in her ear.

She wrapped a leg around me and stuffed her tongue in my mouth.

"This is not complicated. This is basic boy loves girl and girl loves boy and they live happily ever after. Are you signed up for that?"

I kissed all around her face and said I was. She relaxed and closed her eyes. I pulled up the blanket and we napped.

She stretched and I woke up. It was getting dark. She was very quiet in my arms, but had me in her grip. The new boyfriend, almost fiance, was not to go anywhere.

"What about a raincheck for the fancy dinner, and I make us a fancy omelet here. Is there some decent wine?"

"You are into role reversal, making the dinner and sending me out for wine?"

"You better believe it. How are two MSEE's going to survive otherwise?"

She pulled a sundress over nothing, picked up her wallet, and left, saying she would get salad fixings too.

I found my running shorts and got them on. The kitchen was well organized. She came back with an expensive bottle of chardonnay, kissed me, and delivered a hard hip check.

It was cool on the deck, but the breeze and the view and the food were outstanding. She lay in my lap with the blanket over her and we sipped the wine, savoring an unoaked vintage from Carneros.

"Have I chased the goblins away?"

I kissed her gently. "Yes."

"And you are going to sleep over again?"

"Yes."

"And we can talk about work tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"I'm not on the pill. You could be conceiving our baby. Does that terrify you?"

"Not any more."

"Good. I'm not getting any younger."

"Stay here. I am going to clean up and come back."

After the kitchen was done, I climbed back. She was asleep again. I sat on the deck and leaned on the edge of the sofa near her. It was peaceful. It was hard to believe that, in a little more than one day, I had changed the course of my life. A hand wrapped around my neck and she said, "You are thinking too hard again."

"What did you imagine was going to happen with a guy in your life?"

"Eric has had me working so hard, I didn't have much time to think about it, but I haven't been happy that I never seemed to connect with the opposite sex."

"Didn't you get horny and need, you know, someone to get off with?"

"Yes, I have toys. You can see them sometime, if you want. I didn't know that the right guy would have a big hot cock that got me off in a hurry." She giggled.

"So sex with me is ok?"

The dress came off, and the body, with blanket in hand, settled itself in my lap. "More than ok. I've come more times with you than all my other guy encounters together." Her head was on my shoulder and the rest of her pressed tightly to me.

I carried us to the bed, ditched my shorts, and climbed in behind her. My poor brain was throbbing.

"I go to bed early. Wake up in the middle of the night and get a lot done. You are my victim for an early morning attack."

It was very dark. The clock said two. She wiggled her butt into my hardness. I pretended to be asleep.

"I hear you breathing. I want you. This is nice, waking up in bed with a guy you are in love with, and he is hard. Give me another dose of that special juice that makes babies."

My fingers found their way between her legs. She was wet and ready, twitching as I explored a firm clit and a clenching cunt.

Missionary style was required. This was a seduction scene, or seemed like that to me. She was very vocal, urging my hardness into her, humping up at him to get full penetration. Asking if I knew what I was doing. Scratching my back with fingernails. Wrapping her legs around me and finding a butt to kick.

This was sex they write novels about. Hot, ready partner lost in the urges of her body, climbing with me, wailing her climax and drawing mine with hers.

Minutes later, we were still recovering. "Brian," she whispered, "I need that a lot."

All I could do was kiss her everywhere and go back to sleep.

She wafted a cup of very hot coffee under my nose. "You seem a little worn down this morning?"

"You are a witch. There must be others nearby, conspiring to enslave me."

"There are all kinds of stories about love affairs that were torrid at midnight, and dead in the water at breakfast. We are not dead in the water, are we?"

"Put that coffee down and come here so I can beat you properly. That was a terrible seduction of an innocent guy last night."

She folded into my arms and kissed me. "What about my innocence? I never had a guy make love to me before."

That required more kisses and more coffee. We sat hip to hip against the headboard. I thought to myself, you've never been in bed with a woman before that you were comfortable with. You are deep into this love affair and you like it, don't you?

She licked my ear and asked, "Are you happy?"

I found her lips for a long kiss, and said, "Very."

"Do you mind that I am organized? That I am already thinking about a run, and some breakfast, and some work talk, and some planning about our future."

"I have lots of problems getting out in front of my shoelaces. At least for now, I am under your spell."

She giggled and slipped down my front, her tongue finding my nipples and my bellybutton and finally taking my limp item in her mouth. She grinned up at me and said, "I am going to get a couple of all black goth outfits so I can do real spells on you."

She went back to reviving my cock, which loved her mouth. He was very hard, very fast, and filled her. The look at me was surprised, but she went to work, sucking fiercely.

I moaned at the delicious feelings. "You are going to get a mouthful if you keep that up."

She smiled and pulled him out. "I've never done this before. Give me the whole treatment."

I placed her hand under my scrotum and said, "Rub there."

Ten seconds later, she got the whole mouthful. What an incredible release. And I hadn't said anything about it.

I had her over my knee, paddling the delectable bottom. She was pink and wiggling and laughing.

"I wasn't organized for that. So I have to be punished?"

God, she was great. We went to the kitchen, punching at each other. "This is fun, can we keep it up?"

"No doubt about it. None." My voice was firm, with an edge of male dominance.

She looked at me for a second and went back to the eggs. Two could play at being in charge. She cooked and I carried to the deck.

I brought a second cup of coffee, and she got her notebook after taking the dishes to the kitchen.

The project she was working on began with a production problem, where a new chip design was having a high rate of rejects. When tested, there seemed to be a stray capacitance that was affecting the chip signal timing. All the usual diagnostic tests came up empty, and the original chip design parameters said the error couldn't be happening.

"What about contaminated materials in the supply chain?"

"Went over that very carefully. Even sent a batch from a different vendor through the process. Same result."

"And the fab environment is clean too?"

"Perfect. Absolutely zero. The production people want to get to the bottom of this as much as anyone."

"So something is wrong with the design. Some margin has been invaded to create instability."

"You are where I arrived after a month of hard work!" Her arm was around my neck and the other hand pulling on my hair.

"Harrington knows a lot about materials science for chips. What did he say?"

"Don't get a swelled head. He told me to have Brian work on it."

I retrieved her hairbrush and slid in behind to work with it. 

"You are thinking while brushing?"

"Yes. Do you mind?"

"No, except you are making me unbelievably horny."

"What are the main causes of capacitance problems in chips?"

"Substrate impurities affecting dielectric performance. Copper lead variations that create inductance. Component spacing."

Her hair was smooth and golden. Just working with it was making me hard. She could tell.

"But several families of Xilent chips have been done from the same designs that have dealt with those problems. Right?"

"Yes. Are we going to have this solved before I attack you?"

"Lean back, I need to apply lotion."

She was trembling before I ever touched her breasts. The lotion on warm skin felt marvelous. The nipples stiffened and popped between my fingers. She gasped, "Oh shit, I am coming." 

In just a moment, I raised her up and inserted him into her wet entrance. There was no resistence, just a drawn out low noise of contentment. 

"This is not in the book of chip problem solving."

"I feel electric currents passing between us. Perhaps we need to investigate that."

"Please yes. Turn us over and do me hard."

That was the first of many Sunday mornings where we started out talking about work, and ended up with a great session of loving.

We lay side by side, opening eyes and looking every once in a while, consumed by warm tingles and emotions, hands wandering here and there.

"You are actually letting me play detective with this?"

"Yes, especially now that your new girlfriend has detected that your big thing does incredible things to her insides."

We got dressed and drove to the lab. She had a very neat setup for testing the chips. She turned on the scope and other parts of the rig. The timing problem was obvious.

"Is there a good chip for me to check?"

In a few minutes, the scope was showing a perfect waveform.

"You know about Occam's Razor?"

"Tell me."

"Look for the simplest solution first. Give me twenty minutes in here by myself."

I was walking out when she came back. I gathered her hand and kissed it, leading us to the car.

"I don't get to know?

I was driving and she was looking daggers. "Hush, great detective at work. You wouldn't disturb Sherlock Holmes, would you?"

"You are bad. No fair torturing me."

"Fix me a sandwich and we will sit on the deck and you will hear my explanation."

The sun was warm and the egg salad was delicious. "I am going to hit you soon."

"Copper poisoning. It's reactive stuff, especially when it is very pure."

"What do we do?"

"Very good, Watson, that is the crux of the problem. There is only a tiny bit of contaminant, and it only damages the performance of the chip now and then."

She crawled into my lap and pulled me down for a kiss. My hand strayed down her front and she wiggled.

She said, "The design needs to be tweaked."

"Yes. I think we should write a memo to Eric and John, and list possible design revisions to deal with the general problem of materials contamination. Examine the tables in the design algorithm. That way we get credit for the analysis and they get credit for picking the best solution."

"What's this we, you did the analysis."

"But you did all the homework that gave me a refined space to examine."

She had worked out of her clothes while I was talking and said, "I need to work on my tan lines."

"Stay here and sun. I will start the memo, and you will finish it."

In an hour, she was behind me, rubbing her lotioned front on my back, and reading over my shoulder.

I said, "This needs your attention. May I lie in the sun?"

She punched my arm and sat down in my place. I found a beer, lay out on the deck, and promptly fell asleep.

A toe prodded me. "It's ready for the final touches."

She was a great technical writer. There wasn't a thing for me to do. I dressed it up with a couple of useful references from my thesis and asked if we should send as email, or hand it in.

"Let's email it. He's a workaholic and will look at it tonight. We are not workaholics and are celebrating tonight." She was in front of the screen, straddled across my legs and logging into the secure VPN server at the lab. A press of the key and it was gone.

I had my arms around her, about to say something about how easy it was to collaborate with her, when the phone rang.

"Hi, mom, what's up?"

"Yes, I've been delinquent. The work at the lab is really busy. No, I'm a social hermit as usual. But I did meet a guy. Eric asked me to interview him for a position at the lab. He's just graduated from the same Master's program I did."

"He is tall and strong. Told me he was varsity water polo in college. No, I did not instantly invite him home. If it will satisfy your curiosity, he called last night and asked me for a date. No, I had to turn him down because I have too much work."

I was sitting on the floor, rubbing lotion into her calves and thighs, creeping higher and higher. She was dancing around and almost squeeked out her next response.

"You are coming to provide some supervision? By the way, I was kidding, because you give me such a hard time about guys. I did tell him yes and we are going to dinner tonight. You want a detailed report? Why don't you come and spend a few days. Theresa and Ted have gone to Europe and we have the use of their pool."

"Tomorrow? Well, sure, I guess, the place is sort of a mess. Ok, it's a deal, see you after work."

She beat on me and said to stop feeling her up. "You can't behave like that in front of my mom."

"Where should I make a reservation?"

"I still want you to take me to the Indian place, but I am thinking we should include Mom in that, and maybe you could go to Cook's and get fresh crab. It's going to be another perfect evening, and we can pretend we are having dinner conversation."

I twirled her around my head and tossed her in the direction of the bed. She slipped her briefs off and crooked her finger at me. I held her face down and swatted the perfect rear. "What was all that deception on the phone?'

She got an arm around my neck and kicked me in the side. My hand between her legs was getting wet.




Maker Girl Ch. 01



"Lie down and relax. I have something serious to tell you. When my mom was in college, she got an infection that ruined her for children. She's always been guilty about it. When she got married, she talked her husband into adopting, even though he wasn't enthusiastic. Then she fell into me. One of her best students got pregnant by her boyfriend. Both of them were smart and going for a PhD. She came to Mom in tears and asked what to do. Mom told her she had a great life ahead of her that did not have room for a baby just then. Then she announced that she would like to take the child and adopt it since she couldn't have children. As soon as the adoption was final, she told the husband to get lost."

"Come here and give me an orphan kiss. I think you turned out well."

She whispered in my ear. "I had to tell you now, because when you see her tomorrow, you will see a beautiful dark Italian woman who couldn't possibly be my mother."

I whispered back, "What happens if you are wearing a ring when she sees you?"

She sat on my chest in her nakedness and chirped, "Really? My god, talk about getting serious."

I flipped her over and attacked with hands, lips, teeth and knee in crotch.

"Oh, you are so bad. I knew this wouldn't work. Go get dinner while I figure out how to handle Mom."

It was cool by the time I returned and she had fleece on. As I hugged and kissed her, I realized this was a woman who needed a man in her life but didn't know how to go about it until I turned up. 

We sat on the deck in the twilight, sipping New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc and gorging on cracked crab, fresh off the boat.

"What about the dinner conversation? What about your mother?"

"In a minute. Are you coming to work with me tomorrow? Are we really going ring shopping? Are you moving in? Are you crazy enough to have dinner with Cecelia Tommasini and her adopted daughter?"

I leaned back on the sofa and said, "Those are important questions. What if I agree to any decisions you make?"

"Coward."

"I know which side my bread is buttered. You already have these figured out and are just funning me into submission."

She grabbed a blanket and crawled on top. It was almost dark and some stars were out.

"We are going to have a relationship where you don't make all the decisions?"

"It's been that way since the beginning."

She put her head down and hummed. After a couple of minutes, I got a long soft kiss.

"Ok, you will move in. You will meet my mother. We will go to work together to see what Eric and John think of our memo. I'm all confused about the ring business. Let's wait on that."

I hummed and she swatted me. "Be nice. I'm trying to be good. Are we engaged? Am I a fiancee all of a sudden?"

I closed my eyes and said, "We are whatever we say we are." She was warm and fuzzy in her fleece and I loved her.

"Let's clean up. The raccoons will be all over the deck if we leave this crab mess out."

I was in her very comfortable bed when she turned out the light and climbed in. "How could I possibly be happy about this stranger in my bed?" Her teeth were fastened to my shoulder and she was tugging at me.

"It is a very comfortable bed. How many guys have been in here?" 

"What a crude, nasty question!" 

"I apologize. It just popped out. It is none of my business. Will you ever forgive me?"

"I may have to beat it out of you. Why do I get such good vibes from being physical with you?"

In the morning, she said in my ear, "You are the only guy in this bed. Ever."

We hugged each other and her hand stroked me. "You know, I have a nice soft feeling that he is going to be in the bed with me, and available, and I don't have to be anxious about missing out."

"What about him? He is always worried about missing out. He sends me signals. 'Pussy alarm, pussy alarm!' "

She was standing at the edge of the bed, glaring. "This is a work day. You get that miserable cock in the shower and tell him to calm down. After meeting my mother, he may never work again!"

She drove and I sipped a second cup of coffee. I could tell she liked driving. "I'm going to tell Mom about the nude driving. It will help explain my erratic behavior."

"I better get that ring on my finger before you lose it completely."

"Are we going to wrestle everyday to work out our terrible frustrations? What kind of ring do you want?"

"Until yesterday, it never entered my mind. I couldn't get beyond the first date, much less a ring."

"What if we ask Cecelia for advice. Won't she have fun with that?"

"Kiss me, you are a genius."

In the lab, we went to work on some of our own suggestions, tweaking performance parameters. We were looking at a waveform on the scope when Eric walked up behind us.

"You didn't wait long to put him to work, Lisbeth." 

Her hand squeezed my shoulder. "Yes, we came up with some ideas to try on you and John."

"That could be a million dollar memo," he said quietly. "John is coming over for lunch to talk about it. Around noon in the courtyard."

Six pages of lab notes later, we went to lunch. John was there and greeted us with a smile. "Looks like you two are doing great things already."

The four of us went through the line and found an empty table. The conversation went to the memo immediately.

Harrington said, "This is a perennial problem. It was smart of you to step back and look for a generic approach."

Eric added, "The CEO is going to want to talk about it. Limits of performance and all that. He has to track the competition and will want to know if there is a purification step out there someone else will find."

Lisbeth and I looked at each other, feeling very junior. She said, "But there is an S curve."

Eric interrupted her, "Yes, exactly right. It's a narrow line to walk among price, performance, reliability and cost. Keeps us on our toes. By the way, which of you wrote the memo?"

We simultaneously named the other. They laughed. "It's like that? In one weekend?"

She put her hand on top of mine and said to John, "Thanks for sending Brian to me. He has solved a lot of problems in a short time." She smiled at him.

I said, "I'm afraid that from here out, if you get one of us, you get the other as well. Maybe one plus one lab associate can produce more than two."

John said to Eric, "I think you have just encountered another dual employment hazard." We all laughed, and he added, "Or maybe it is a benefit. I sure wouldn't know."

Lisbeth said, "Ok, enough of that. Give us some marching orders about the options in the memo."

"Get us a set of numbers after slowing the clock by ten percent. If that works, Marketing may have a genius idea about selling the earlier rejects."

The chip was solid as a rock at the lower clock rate. We were staring at the scope when Eric came in with Colin Ferguson, the CEO, who had a copy of our memo in his hand. He was cordial in saying hello and complimented the memo. I said, "There is a month of hard work by Lisbeth in there."

She punched my arm in front of them and said, "He keeps doing that to me. In an hour on Saturday, he had the problem figured out."

Colin smiled and said, "Hey, I like the result, and I like the quick collaboration. Looks like you are carrying water for Eric and his little skunkworks."

Eric said, "If Colin asked you for a suggestion on what to do, what would you say?"

She whispered in my ear. I nodded and said, "Snap judgments can get you in a lot of trouble, but..."

She finished, "there is a materials science issue here that needs a Harrington style investigation. While that is going on, we would recommend retracing the rationale for this family of chips to see if the lower clock rate version can be identified as the standard model, with a premium version available in limited supply. That gives you a market, at least for now, for all of the output."

About an hour later, Eric walked in with Jim Reynolds, Vice President of Marketing. "Colin tells me you are full of trouble for my department."

I tossed back at him, "Actually, we are giving you, with no strings, an opportunity for a bases loaded home run chip sale. The Board is going to be very excited when those reject chips go out the door for money."

"Damn, Eric, this guy is fast. What sport gave you those shoulders?"

"Water polo. Division 1 champs two years running. What was yours?"

"Defensive end. Division 1 champs three years. With you in here, maybe I can live with Eric's incredible load on the staff allocation number."

As we walked out together, he said, "Brian, that reject problem was giving my people fits. Your cure isn't a sure thing, but I'm glad for the help. Keep it up."

"Thanks. If you are going to mention this to the troops, make sure Lisbeth gets star billing. It was her hours in the lab that got us to the bottom of the problem."

He looked across at Lisbeth, who was blushing. "Have you asked her for a date?"

"She even accepted. I don't know why."

She said, "Thank you, Jim, for the nice words. I will deal with Brian later."

In the car, she said, "I hope you know, I almost cried twice today. You have to stop being so nice to me in public."

I had her free hand, kissing the knuckles and sucking on the fingertips. "Oh god, now I'm going to get my pants all wet."

A sudden smile crossed her face. "Mom is going to take one look at me and ask if we have been to bed together."

"What are you going to say?"

She hesitated, and said, "I was thinking of a long answer, but what I am going to say is, "Yes. He is a terrific lover, you should try him out."

"Good grief. Does she have any love life these days?"

"I'm not sure. Probably not. She is hard on men. If I get her in the bed, will you do her?"

"Do we ask her about the ring before or after?"

"God, this is awful. Are we really going to do it?"

"I think margaritas on the deck are necessary. The reservation is at seven. If I tell you to take the first shower, and the two of you decide to shower together, and I come into the bedroom just as you are naked and I am hard..."

"Yes! Even if it doesn't work, I get you and she can watch. I am so horny..."

Lisbeth took my hand as we walked in. Cecelia was in the kitchen, working on munchies. The drink materials were out. They rushed into each other's arms and Mom eyeballed me over her daughter's shoulder with interest.

"He is big! Look at those shoulders." She walked toward me and I held out my arms. The clinch was great and I smiled at Lisbeth.

"I don't even know your name. Tell me."

"Brian Collingswood. It is nice to meet you."

She looked accusingly at Lisbeth. "Where did you find him? Why don't I know about him? Are you going out with him?" 

I said gently, "Why don't you two go up to the deck. I will bring drinks and these nice munchies."

Lisbeth led her Mom away, the dark eyes looking back and flashing at me.

As I climbed the stairs, I heard, "He has a graduate degree, and he treats you nicely, and he is very handsome. I hope you have taken him to your bed..."

As I handed out drinks, Lisbeth gave me a you know what kind of grin and said, "Mom has it all figured out. We don't have to make up any stories."

Cecelia pointed to the spot next to her and said, "I hope you know she is a very special woman. I will beat you to a pulp if I ever hear of abuse."

She looked from me to Lisbeth, "Is he good in bed?"

She took a long sip of her drink, and said quietly, "The best."

Mom looked back at me and said, "Call me Ceci. What about her? Is she good in bed?"

I matched the response. She sagged back into the deep sofa. The dark green dress was very flattering and revealed a nice set of boobs. 

I said, "Ladies get the shower first."

Another sip of drink gave me courage. After they were out, my own shower felt good, draining some of the tension from a great first day in the lab. I thought of Ceci's nice tits and got hard quickly. After giving the women another minute, I grabbed a towel and was wiping as I entered the bedroom. The two of them were naked on the edge of the bed, talking a mile a minute. 

Ceci stared at me. "God, he is a hunk. And look at the equipment."

"I made him promise to do me when we got home. Is that ok? You can stay, if you want."

Lisbeth pushed her mother down and applied a hot kiss, her hand behind her motioning me forward.

I knelt down and drove my tongue straight into the well trimmed pussy.

"Oh my god! No, he can't. He is your boyfriend."

"When he first had sex with me, he said it was important to have a compatibility check. He says he is going to propose at dinner if you pass the check."

"Me!? This is terrible... "

Lisbeth cut off the complaint with another kiss, and I carefully rammed my cock into an amazingly ready and wet cunt. Prime mother pussy. No doubt the surprise of her life, but the Italian hips were flexing into me, accompanied by moans. "No, no no. This can't be. He is so big and feels so good. No wonder you are stuck on him. You can't get sex like this every day. OMG, I am coming."

Lisbeth pulled my hair to get some attention, and we went together like two machined pieces. She grunted loudly. "YES! I really need this. We got all sorts of compliments today for the work we did together over the weekend and he was incredibly nice to me in front of all the important people, including the CEO."

Ceci tried to say something, but Lisbeth screamed, "Now! Yes. More. Harder."

She rolled into her mother and said, "Isn't he a great lover?"

I left them and went back in the bathroom to mop up.

They weren't moving. "Go away. Give us a few minutes more."

I was on the sofa, in my boxers, when Mom dropped down next to me, her towel on the floor.

I handed her a drink, and she said, "Lisbeth sent me to keep you company while she dresses. There isn't enough room for both of us to primp."

I pulled her across my lap, gave a hot, wet kiss and molested her firm tits.

"I passed, didn't I? She says I have to be in the bed with both of you tonight. I've never had kinky sex before. Are you going to be nice and give me more of that cock?"

"If we weren't going to dinner in a few minutes, the only thing I could say to you would be, "Shut up and fuck!"

She pressed my head to her shoulder and pulled my hair. "Seduced in thirty minutes by my daughter's new man. I should be ashamed. You make me so hot. I can't believe she is willing to share."

I whispered in her ear, "She loves you a lot. I do too. Are you willing to be my mother?"

She pressed herself against me and her body shook. "Oh shit, you are making me cry. Yes, of course I want to be the mother. Will I still get bed privileges?"

Lisbeth was standing in the doorway, looking the total picture of gorgeous femininity. "Bed privileges? What are those?" Her eyes crinkled at us.

Ceci and I stood and walked toward the bedroom. The towel was in her hand and the tight ass swayed.

"Did you ask her?"

Ceci said, "Ask her what?" She plucked a pair of lacy briefs from her bag.

"We need help picking a ring."

She looked at us, a bra dangling from her fingertips. I went behind, placed the cups around her fine tits and fastened it. 

"Come here. Both of you. Give me a kiss. This is the nicest moment I can remember. First, I am loved, now you are taking me into your life."

All three of us were teary while getting ready for dinner. I carefully wiped and kissed their eyes as we went out the door.

Dinner was several times a celebration. We were seated outside in the tall shadow of redwoods, which imposed their special quiet on the diners. The vintage champagne was crisp and we all drank deeply.

Lisbeth looked at Ceci. "He is strong and bold. The first night he told me I was too special to just fuck and run. The next morning, I took him to the pool and teased him. When we got back, he carried me to the bed and just jammed himself inside. Remember when you told me to find a guy who knows how to fuck? He does."

Ceci looked at me intently, her eyes sultry and inviting. "Yes, he certainly does know how to do that. Is there enough of him for two hungry women?"

I made low growling noises in my throat. They giggled as the food arrived.

"About the ring..."

Lisbeth and I looked at her.

"I was thinking that rings seem so conventional and trite these days. What if the two of you, after a few days to think about it, went and each got a special small tattoo in a place only the two of you know about?"

"Oh yow!" Lisbeth said. "I can't just throw the ring at him if I get mad?"

I blew her a kiss from across the table. She looked fiercely at the two of us. "Have you both conspired about this?"

I threw up my hands. "Brand new crazy idea to me."

Lisbeth's face softened and she blew a kiss back at me. "Ceci doesn't know about the wrestling pact. When we get home there will be further discussion, further nude discussion, about tattoos."

Ceci was laughing, but realized maybe she shouldn't be. "You wouldn't pick on your mother for an innocent suggestion?"

I pressed her hand between mine. "Ceci, my dear Italian beauty, among your many charms, innocence does not come immediately to mind."

She tried to get her hand back to hit me, but I kissed the knuckles and kept a firm grip. We were having too much fun teasing to stay for dessert. I paid the large bill and we left. I would need a paycheck soon, or perhaps a subsidy from my girlfriend. I imagined myself lying in bed with Lisbeth, begging for money, and burst out laughing.

Ceci looked at me and asked, "Does he always act like this, just laughing to himself?"

"It's usually a bad sign. Something he thinks is funny is going to happen to you or to me."

I wrapped my arms around them and walked to the car bestowing kisses as we went.

In the kitchen, I fixed decaf, while the women - I almost slipped and said my women - fixed French vanilla ice cream with strawberries and a dab of expensive chocolate sauce. It was cool enough on the deck for us to sit side by side with the blanket over our laps. I kissed cold, chocolaty lips on both sides of me. I was in a daze, trying to remember exactly how I had ended up with two beauties by my side, smiling and returning my kisses. Darkness crept over us and we snuggled down under the blanket after the dishes went on the table.

They decided to smush me around on my back so they could each have a half of my front, their legs between mine.

Ceci murmured, "Daughter, I've never had a nicer evening, with nicer family, than this. I'm thinking the prickles are going out of our relationship. Do I have that right?"

Lisbeth stood and took Ceci by the hand. They disappeared in the bedroom and returned shortly wearing two marvelous, butt hugging nighties and nothing else. My clothes were rapidly removed and the former positions were resumed, with my hands on smooth, sexy muscular skin.

"Mom, I think he has drawn the fangs out of both of us. I got such a thrill from tricking you into sex with him before dinner, but then I saw that what was going on was more than fucking. The two of you were bonding right in front of me. I watched you come for him just like I do. Would it be ok if the two of us forgot the mother-daughter thing for now and just were his girlfriends?"

Quickly, I had two sobbing women in my arms. They were kissing each other and they were kissing me. I was super hard and their fingers played, flopping him back and forth.

I kept kissing and mumbling soothing things in their ears. Everything got very quiet. I looked up at the first stars and said thank you. I closed my eyes. I had no idea how to deal with two incredible women in my life, but it didn't seem to matter.

The stars had moved when a tongue licked me and a low voice said in my ear, "We need to move to the bed."

I said nothing but kneaded the rump belonging to the voice. It wiggled. Her hand closed around me and squeezed. 




Maker Girl Ch. 01



I said, "Ceci, Lisbeth likes middle of the night sex."

She responded, sleepily. "Crazy. Can I have the day shift if she wants the night shift?"

We used the bathroom and arranged ourselves in the bed. My growly voice said, "I will take you when conditions are right. We do not screw on a schedule."

It was light and coffee was right under my nose. Ceci had lost her nightie somewhere and her firm boobs were in my face as she held out the cup. I took a sip and applied a warm tongue to the closest nipple.

"No screwing on schedule?" She laughed and the boobs shook enticingly. She had been in the shower and smelled wonderful.

I put the cup down and pulled her close. "Don't tell my fiancee, but you can have sex whenever you want it."

She sat back, eyes wide and tongue wagging at me. The saucy glance took years off. She was living a younger version of Ceci. I pushed her down and inhaled one of the breasts.

My hand tickled her ribs as my mouth worked on the luscious boob.

A voice from the doorway said, "I might have known. Is this the dayshift already?"

A gasping voice said, "He said I could have sex whenever I needed it."

Deliberately, Lisbeth moved to the bed and ducked her head into the forest of hair around Ceci's sex.

Almost mother pulled me up and frenched me frantically. Her lower half was twisting under Lisbeth and her upper half was being attacked by me. Moments later she was coming and wailing.

"OMG, the two of you are fiends. I'm drowning in sex."

I sat up and placed her across my lap, facing Lisbeth. My cock had little trouble finding the hot, wet place it was looking for. I let her down slowly. The feeling of that mature cunt was extraordinary. Tight, hot, wet, muscular. I cupped her breasts and pressed her to my chest. "Calm down, Tommasini, just because I let you into my graduate seminar doesn't mean you have to go wild on me."

The two of them totally dissolved in giggles. "Lisbeth! It's the first day of class and the math professor is fucking me already. God, he doesn't even know I only do girls!"

Another hysterical round of giggles. Lisbeth said, "You poor thing! Here, give me a kiss."

The kiss ended in a giant shove that rolled us over and over. They beat on me and I beat on them. Ceci asked, "Lisbeth, can he please finish me, I am so horny."

She screamed loud and long as she came, pounding on me. Lisbeth squeezed my balls, not at all gently, and said, "This is a work day. You have to earn your keep. And I don't mean with your cock."

I drove to work, and she held the coffee. I asked, "Are we really not going to call her Mom?"

"Don't you want another graduate student lover?"

"It's good for her to have a young lover?"

"Her body likes what you do to it. Makes me a little jealous."

"Get me somewhere and beat on me and talk the psychology of adopted child some time. If you want to, that is."

"I do. Beat on you, I mean." She kissed my hand. "Seriously, the other too. The last day has been like starting over with her. I have no idea how to behave, but she is lots of fun to be around when she knows your cock is nearby."

"Did the no baby thing screw up her sex life?"

"I don't know, but she is incredibly responsive to you. Are you going to manage?"

"I could give you a smartass answer, but really, I'm not sure. That scene this morning started out as play and got hotter and hotter."

"Yes. Please remember your girlfriend got left out of the orgasms." 

I looked at her and she smiled and kissed my hand. "Don't worry. It's ok. What about her tattoo idea?"

"It needs to be someplace I can kiss. And not between your legs."

"I was thinking the same thing. Are you and I getting bonded or something?" Another kiss on the back of my hand.

"If we are engaged, won't the lab people expect to see some kind of ring?"

"In the chick lit novels, the girls are always flouting convention. Are you romancing someone who flouts convention?"

"We better change the conversation or I won't get a bit of work done today."

(cont'd in Chapter 2 - Homework at Big Sur)



Maker Girl Ch. 02



Homework at Big Sur

Even with determination, it was hard not to think of the brainy, beautiful woman with whom I had suddenly fallen in love. Who happened to be my lab partner. Eric wandered in and suggested that Lisbeth and I could move on, while others filled in more blanks on the trail of the copper problem. We followed to his office and sat around the small conference table.

"Xilent needs a new direction. We've made a ton of money off the original design, but the market is saturated, especially with illegal Asian copies."

Lisbeth looked over and said, "Eric's been using that cliche about out-of-the-box thinking on me. He thinks new blood, meaning the two of us, can come up with something that will push the state of the art and make billions for Xilent."

I stifled a laugh, because Eric was looking serious. "I want the two of you to disappear for several days and come back with a list of promising directions. Do whatever you have to do to get your brains working overtime." He smiled, but the air was tense. He waved his arms. "Go. Get busy."

As we were leaving the room, he said, "Oh, I guess there has to be some of that loving stuff, too."

Lisbeth pushed me against the doorframe and delivered a hot kiss. "Yes, just a little of that loving stuff."

Between my first real job assignment and my first real love affair, I was literally paralyzed. I closed my eyes and groaned as she drove to the house. And lay on the down sofa and groaned some more.

Ceci said, "What's wrong with him?"

Lisbeth stood in her underwear, sipping a beer. "He has just been given the chance of a lifetime and is crumbling. We are taking him away."

"We?"

"Yes. He has been told to get his brain working overtime, and I think an Italian beating will help. We are going to that spa place in Big Sur. The two of us have to liberate his cock and his brain. Do you think we can do that?"

"There is a connection between the two? I could never find one."

I groaned anew. This was so utterly unfair. My prestigious research paper had not even been published and I was being sucked down a rathole of glorious sex and professional ruin.

I was not allowed to drive, but told to get in back, close my eyes, and think. The car was loaded with the women's idea of spa clothes, and various alcoholic and gastronomic goodies.

I took my medicine and thought about new directions for Xilent. Brainstorming sessions in the Valley were a dime a dozen. The VC's loved to sponsor them and passed around NDA's like confetti. It had been a while since one of the "next big thing" bets had paid off, and Harrington told me his friends in venture capital were in a funk. 

Xilent had prospered by taking a tricky tailored chip idea of the founders and running with it. The small niche market they started had expanded tenfold, and the company grew with it. But niches are always hazardous. Success means the big guys will move on you, unless the uniqueness of your idea is well surrounded by patents. Xilent, fortunately for them and for my new job, had that. 

Lisbeth asked, "What's he doing?" Ceci turned and poked me in the ribs with a finger. I groaned, seized the finger and sucked on it. My other hand sneaked up and undid her belt and propelled her into the back with me. She choked out, "He is being bad. Very bad."

I pulled up her tee shirt, unclipped the bra and fastened on a delectable boob. My legs were circled around hers, pinning us together. I said to Lisbeth, "You said Italian would help my thinking. I am checking that out."

The wiggling calmed and she kissed me. The little voice in my ear said, "Please think. Think chips, not sex. That is for later." More kisses and more soft woman on me. This was dangerous, I knew, because she was smart and tough and used to dealing with hard case males.

"We have to find another niche," I said. My fingers were caressing her boobs and tickling her ribs. "Like the niches in this Italian body."

She sat up. "You've already explored my niches. Are you going to dump me for someone with new niches?"

I maneuvered us both into the passenger seat. It was a tight fit and she required kisses as we wiggled into a comfort zone.

"I'm only driving on condition that you think. And not about sex, either. Stop molesting your other new girlfriend."

I did stop, and we did talk chip niches, rehearsing all the fixed design parameter limits, the low power possibilities, higher gate densities and other arcana of the business.

Ceci kissed my neck lightly and chastely. "Keep going, I love to hear you both talk about this stuff. Way over my head, but I'm just a biologist."

Before long, the package in my arms was asleep and I stopped talking. Lisbeth looked across and smiled. I reached and pressed her hand.

She mouthed at me, "I'm in love with you."

I closed my eyes and licked the back of her hand. "Can you stay awake long enough to get us there? I am not doing my duties."

"Have a nap yourself. Rearrange some brain cells or something like that."

Tires crunching on gravel woke Ceci and me. The sun was just slipping beneath a far off horizon as we parked in some cypress trees. "Stay where you are. I'll sign us in and find out where our room is."

"Just a biologist, eh?"

"Yes. I teach scads of undergraduates how nature works, and I keep a fistful of grad students busy doing research for their dissertations."

"I was going to ask you how come the two of us have such good chemistry, but you are not a chemist."

"You are teasing me and you are going to suffer." 

The kiss was long and warm. We weren't finished when the passenger door popped open and a hand pulled Ceci out. "You are not to treat him as a private preserve. He is going to marry me!"

The bungalow was isolated along a stretch of the ridge, backed up by trees, but with a deck and a fabulous view on the ocean side. There was a modest hot tub, with the heater and pump already going.

The single large room, with a bath and a kitchen opening in the rear, had an enormous king bed. There was a rollaway in the corner, but I doubted it would be opened unless there was a terrible fight of some kind.

I dug out my sweats and changed. I wondered if sweats, running clothes, and nakedness would cover the clothing requirements of the next few days. How could any serious work get done here? Neither of them knew it, but my small supply of marijuana was in my duffel. 

The driver tried to relax on the bed, but mother and I held her up, removing clothing and walking her to the tub. There were even headrests, one of which we fixed for her.

"Whiskey, beer or wine?"

"Wine. You realize this is going to knock me out?"

When I came back, Ceci was taking out pins and brushing the hair. With breasts underwater just enough, she was a fabulous ad for the tub. Blond, blue eyed. Relaxed and sultry looking. 

I put my arm around Ceci and said, "You and I will do dinner while she soaks and naps."

We assembled stir fry ingredients and went to work slicing and dicing. I got a hip check and looked at her. 

"You are being too nice and too competent. There must be a bad side somewhere."

"I used to pull our cat's tail."

"Are you an only child?"

"Yes. Having me loused up my mother's insides for more kids. They talked about adopting, but never got around to it."

"So you are spoiled, egocentric and narcissistic."

"That's from the book on raising problem children?"

"Lisbeth told you she and I have had our tough moments?"

"She did. Scared me to death. Why aren't you the ogre she described?"

Another hip check. "There's something about you that is reforming me. I've let my wall about men down since the first moments I met you. Why is that?"

We hadn't noticed, but a towel clad warm body was wrapping arms around us. Lips were being applied.

"He's done a number on us, mom. We are under his spell."

"Pretty nice spell, if he doesn't get a swelled head."

"There's room for two in there. Go get your own soak and I'll work on this."

The soak was nice, but there was a lot of crying. She had her arms around my shoulder and sobbed hard.

"Hey, whatever it is, let it all loose. Let it roll down the cliff and into the ocean. This is the place to clean house with all that bad stuff."

More sobbing and hugging. Lisbeth came and knelt down, working her fingers in Ceci's dark hair and kissing her face. I climbed out and let Lisbeth back in. It was warm in the kitchen, so I dropped the sweats and got my running trunks. The piles of meat and veggies were finished, and we could eat whenever the emotional temperature stabilized.

I got out three Chinese beers to go with the stir fry, and sat at the counter, sipping on one.

Two bodies in terry robes, arms entwined, approached and sat down. Eyes were red, but there was a bit of a sparkle beginning. Ceci rubbed her hands on me and asked, "May I punch you?"

I looked at Lisbeth, who nodded yes. "Go ahead," I said.

It wasn't one punch. It was a volley and went on for more than a minute. Hard, but not too hard. At the end she clinched me and said, "Son of a bitch, you are a good man. Don't know how or why, but you are. I was so scared and so overprotective of this one. I was a nervous wreck, afraid she was going to turn out like me, not able to deal with men."

From behind us, a voice hissed, "Ask him if I can deal with him. He told me he'd never had a chance to love someone and twelve hours later we were engaged. Now did I deal with that situation or didn't I?"

I herded them to the bed and we took turns beating the last of our aggressions on each other. I lay back and asked, "Did all that help"

They lay atop my thighs and rubbed on me. "Yes. Ceci has finally found a guy she likes and trusts. There is a small problem that he is going to marry her daughter and she can't have him all to herself."

"I guess I can't tease the two of you. I just have to say I am on a marvelous ride somewhere with two fantastic women, and I hope it doesn't end anytime soon."

Ceci sat up and said, "This is totally gushy and we have to behave better. Let's have dinner."

As her mother walked to the kitchen, Lisbeth whispered to me, "Thank you, we'll talk later."

I started to heat the oil for stir fry and realized none of us was hungry. We were all drained and drooping. I wrapped everything up and put it in the refrigerator and shepherded bodies back to the big bed. "Lisbeth was going to be up early anyway, so let's go with her program."

It's nice having warm bodies on either side in bed until one of them pokes you and says, "Wake up."

"What unearthly hour is it?"

"Three. We can have coffee and toast and talk."

"You are crazy, but ok."

I ran my fingers up and down Ceci's back and said, "Stay here. Early bird is up, but you don't need to be."

Now it was cool and sweats were needed. Maker girl had on the fluffy robe and felt great. We watched the coffee water heat and she said, quietly, "You have done something incredible to Cecilia. She really did flush thirty years of hostility down the drain last night. She told me she was on probation and if her good behavior lapsed, I was to beat her. Said she meant it."

I kissed her neck. "Don't give me too much credit. She comes to visit and discovers her daughter, all on her own, has found a guy and hooked up with him. Didn't need her mom after all. Then the guy hits on her with daughter's help, and she discovers she hasn't lost her sex life either."

The water was boiling, but we were hugging and kissing madly. A whisper, "Ceci is right, this is too too mushy."

We doused the lights and walked out on the deck with our coffee. Noise from the surf washed up the hillside. Stars were bright and headlights from Highway 1 wound back and forth in the distance. She hugged me and said, "There is a run out here, isn't there?"

"Yes. Once a year in the spring, they close the highway for half a day and everyone runs from the state park back to Carmel."

"I asked about running at the desk. They said the highway is too narrow to be safe, but there is a trail that leads up the ridge for miles."

"What about your knee?"

"Trails are better than pavement. I have one of those articulated brace things to keep the joint where it belongs."

"You are as tough as they come, and don't look the tiniest bit of it."

"When I played, I concentrated on the nice girl act until I got them in close under the basket. Play me one on one some time, and I'll demonstrate my elbow technique."

"Let's go back to bed until it gets light, then take a snack and go up the trail to a sunny meadow and talk chips."

She kissed me and we crawled back in with Ceci.

There was a clerestory window above the bed, and the morning sun played on the window wall opening to the ocean. I was awake and hard and they were torturing me. 

"These young ones are good for a go almost anytime." One licked while the other stroked.

"That thing you are playing with is a wasted asset, Ceci. It needs to recharge. Lisbeth is going to lead me up the trail across the road to a sunny meadow and talk chips. You are welcome to come, but maybe you can find a book about local botany and give us pointers when we get back."

She stared at me and cradled her breasts with their two stiff nipples. "Yes," she said slowly, "pointers when you get back."

To Lisbeth, she said, "Don't work him too hard up there."

That morning, we escaped the standard Big Sur fog bank and warmed quickly on the steep trail. The pack was heavy with beer and extra water. The needed grassy hillside materialized around fifteen hundred feet and we found a hollow with a view and some privacy. I unfolded the blanket and Lisbeth dumped her clothes and lay out on a big towel. 

"Are you just going to leer at me, or can we talk about our homework assignment?" 

I stripped myself and lay on another towel, face down. "If I don't have to look at you, maybe some inspiration will occur."

She had a tube of lotion, but spent more time kissing my skin than putting sunscreen on it.

"When are we going to get married? I still haven't done anything about birth control."

I turned her over and applied lotion everywhere that had sun on it. "Maybe we need to tighten up some. Babies are a big deal."

"Yes, I agree. Where do we want to be in our lives before one of your sperms catches my egg?"

"If we don't talk about work, there won't be any money to support a baby." I pulled her hair and she punched me.

"It's too hot to sit here. Let's put our shorts on, a top for me, work up the trail and talk."

Our homework output slowly took shape. To prosper, Xilent had to continue to be a first rate technology company, but it also needed a broader and deeper customer franchise. All of the critical leadership factors, such as time to market, required an analysis of customer needs that was faster and better than the competition. 

In less than an hour, we were ready to begin writing and turned around. Smiling, Lisbeth took my hand and danced us in a circle. Too late, she looked down and saw we were in knee deep poison oak.

"Oh Brian, I'm very susceptible to it. We have to get to the shower quickly!"

You would never know she had a bad knee from the race down the trail. I sat on the tile in the shower and scrubbed ruthlessly on her feet and legs, while she moaned and swore at herself.

I patted her dry with fresh paper towels and brought a beer. She sat on the deck in front of the view and moaned some more about stupid women. I went inside and outlined our paper. She had stuffed a small printer in the car. I took the outline to her and went back to work.

By late afternoon, we had more than a dozen pages and were happy with it. Ceci had wandered in and out, and took the car away for an exploring trip on the highway. 

Between the morning hike and the tension of hours pounding on the computer, I was a smelly mess and headed for the shower. When I came back, they were discussing dinner choices.

Ceci pointed to the pile of paper and said. "You have done well. Let's drive to one of the good fish places in Monterey and forget work for the rest of the day. I will drive and you can imbibe."

Lisbeth looked at her pink legs. "I will know in the morning how much trouble I am in. But no clothes on those tonight. I can wear shorts, or my minidress." 

Ceci and I looked at each other and laughed. She said, "I will put her blond locks in a sexy braid and you can flirt, complaining that she keeps turning you down for a date."

Lisbeth looked like a freshman in college, and a saucy one at that. I got to play her uncle, holding my fake niece's hand as Ceci and I gave her terrible cliches about college guys and how careful she had to be.

"Oh, how is a girl supposed to have any fun with advice like that!" 

Ceci said, "Jeremy, can't you talk some sense into that addled brain? How will she ever finish if all she does is think about boys?"

The waitress thought it was for real until Lisbeth leaned over and gave me a hot kiss.

"You aren't her uncle are you?" 

"I tried to give her a ring and she said no, she wasn't that kind of fiancee."

Lisbeth stared at the waitress's ample chest with a hot look that would have melted an iceberg.

"He's marrying me for my money." The waitress bought that too, until she saw Ceci laughing.

"You three have a lot of fun. Are you going to eat anything?"

Dinner was great and the waitress got a big tip. Lisbeth and I walked out arm in arm, back to acting like college kids. We climbed in the back and Ceci drove, watching us in the rear view mirror. I had my hand under the minidress and Lisbeth was complaining, "Not here, not in front of your mom. What will she think?"

My pants were being undone and he popped out, nice and hard. Before I realized what was happening, her legs were over the seat backs and I was guided straight in. I was shocked, but my cock was in heaven. Lisbeth humped wildly and cried to Ceci, "Mom! I've never had sex in the back seat of a car before! Oh god, this is so bad! Harder!"

If it was tension relief, I wanted more. We thrashed around and said dirty things to each other. My lover was coming, and then not stopping, just squeezing and howling and pulling my head down for wild kisses. I held back until finally expanding tight into her and blasting away.

Ceci handed a fistful of tissue over the seat and said, "There better be some left for me. Stuff this between her legs to save the seats. If she's not pregnant after that, I don't know what will do the trick."

I maneuvered us around so my loving woman was on top, giving me little kisses and mumbles in my ear about how I could have her in the back seat anytime. I whispered that there was something wrong with me because I had never done it in a car either.

At the bungalow, in the big bed, with surf noise coming through the open door, mother was very demanding. And loud.

"You young people are so shallow. A few humps and it is all over. You need a mature body to make love to, one that appreciates a fine cock and works him over for hours."

Lisbeth sat next to us in a lotus position and said, "Hours? There would be nothing left of your insides!"

Ceci giggled and pulled Lisbeth into her arms. "You're right. But it sounds exotic, doesn't it?"

She had me in her, moving gently and not beating up the tender flesh. Lisbeth licked my neck. "You are doing a good job of keeping us both happy. She told me that being a nanny for our baby is a fine idea. She has enough years to retire."

I got myself against the headboard and Ceci down on me, facing Lisbeth. "Maybe she is too smart for that. She will rule the household. Take our paychecks and control the finances."

I got a hard squeeze. "Yes. Control everything."

We were back in missionary and I was driving hard. "You have a problem, lady. This cock controls itself. It finds warm places and takes charge."




Maker Girl Ch. 02



She was feeling me and losing control. The beautiful dark Italian woman in her Forties, fucking her daughter's lover and being sent to a special place. In the dim shadowy light, her breasts shook as my hips banged on her. I felt a sense of release. Joined with her, but enjoying a separate experience. What does one say to the mother who desires you? Who is living some far-fetched fantasy she never imagined. Bouncing on the soft mattress as her daughter smiles and laughs and kisses.

It was ending. We kissed wetly, tongues dueling, our climaxes building and peaking with moans and hands busy.

I fell to my side as Lisbeth got on top, pulling the sheet up with her.

"Hmmm. This is going to work. I am so happy for us."

Early girl was awake, her changed breathing picked up by my body. We were nestled tightly, as though she knew I would wake with her again. Just like yesterday.

Ceci turned over. "You two are terrible. You are wrecking my sleep and it isn't even light."

Lisbeth whispered, "We have to talk chips," and eased us out.

Before she could say it, I said, "We're going back today, aren't we?"

Her naked body pressed against mine, and she hissed, "You could spend all day chasing me around here. You are so deprived..."

A third warm body arrived. "If she gives you too much trouble, I will run away with you."

Mother and daughter hugged tight. "Brian, I'm not letting her out of my sight. She is dangerous."

"I thought you said my cock was going to wear out?"

I served coffee and toast while they packed, if you could call it that. I was instructed to hang the dresses carefully in the car. Everything else went in the duffels in a jumble.

We motored up Highway 1, the early sun slanting across the road, fog sitting on the ocean.

Neither woman wanted to be in the back, so they shared the passenger seat, molesting each other and giggling. 

Ceci whispered something in Lisbeth's ear and they both laughed. "She thinks I'm pregnant."

I let silence envelop that statement, glancing over at two sexy bodies with sparkling eyes. "You really have a deal? She gets to keep working?"

"Yes. I look after baby and do technical writing for you. She is going to teach me how."

"What if one of you starts getting territorial?"

"You beat us."

They teased me mercilessly all the way back. High spirits, almost giddy.

Giddy didn't last long when we were home and facing the paper again. It still needed work, and I was beginning to have a bad feeling that we were letting ourselves in for trouble. If Eric and Colin liked it, Lisbeth and I were prime candidates to be told to implement the recommendations.

I went to work cleaning up the paper, using Lisbeth's machine and large display. After a while, she was breathing down my neck. "Mom sent me to help."

"This is good stuff. You write well. I'll bet Ceci does too." 

"He writes well too. We better not forget that," mother said.

"Both of you, go away and have a swim. Don't come back until cocktail hour."

Something was floating around in the back of my mind, and finally it clicked. I went poking through online journal indices. Yes, there it was. "Ulrich Wolf, Metallic Lattice Anomalies."

I needed to talk to Lisbeth. This was a good excuse for a swim of my own. As I drove out to their friend's house, I wondered whether I would find them in suits or not. 

Poking my head over the gate in the fence, I found two sets of eyes staring at me.

"Are you stalking us? We are armed."

They were glistening with lotion and totally naked on loungers. I walked slowly over and gave each a gentle kiss. "I have something important to talk to Lisbeth about, but some laps come first."

"He is sure nice for a stalker." I dove in. Soon, there was a body next to mine, matching me stroke for stroke. I did ten and stopped. She folded into my arms. "Is this a work conversation?"

"Yes, although I wish it wasn't."

She reached down and fondled him, finding only limpness. "I guess you mean it. Are we talking here?"

She pressed me against the side of the pool and tucked her head into my shoulder.

"Did you ever happen to see that paper by Wolf about metallic lattice holes?"

"I did. Some of the lab people were intrigued by his speculation that spin level manipulation could lead to new gate behavior at very low applied voltage levels."

"What if we recommended a development program for ultra low power chips using some of his ideas?"

"You are asking if that would be a fresh idea? I think it is. Of course, a basic research paper is a long way from a working chip."

I wasn't soft anymore and she was rubbing her sex on me. "How many minutes do I get before you demand attention from him on the lounger?"

Her voice was soft, "Brian, I hope you don't mind. Being this close to you turns me on something awful."

"I can tell. I love it, but how does lust sell chips?"

She waded over to the steps, her lovely rear wiggling at me. A noise came from the other side, and I found Ceci sitting on the edge, laughing. "You two are a scream. So serious one moment, and so caught up in each other the next."

I lunged for her and dragged the slippery body into the pool. She pushed me down and we wrestled underwater. I let go and surfaced for air. She came up smiling and clinched me harder than her daughter.

"To be your writer, I have to learn about metallic lattices?"

"Yes. Probably need a graduate course in crystallography."

"Hmmm. What about a crystallographer to hit on me?"

I trailed them both to the shower. Ceci sent Lisbeth home with me and said she would shop for dinner.

My lover looked serious and beautiful, hair in tangles, skin golden in the late sun. "I thought Eric had us on a wild goose chase with that assignment."

"I wondered myself. He likes throwing you back on yourself, doesn't he?"

"It's his way of getting the best out of the very smart people in the lab."

"Is this Wolf thing too crazy to add to the paper?"

"Neither of us knows beans about quantum physics, but the density people are running out of gas. Xilent couldn't explore this alone. We need to talk to Harrington again."

"I never thought I could have chemistry like this with a woman. I was half joking the other day about one plus one being more than two, but it feels that way. At least with me." I glanced over at her and got closed eyes.

"I'm trying not to cry. Only foolish girls in love get to cry."

"What if I make a drink and we sit on the sofa? You can do anything you want with me."

She wanted a long sip of lime and tequila, and a very close straddle of my body. "This is better. Better chemistry through love." I had a tissue in my pocket and wiped her teary eyes.

"Maybe she is right and I'm already pregnant. Having breakdowns in the arms of the father."

We were still in that position when Ceci came up the stairs and noticed the red eyes. "Honey, just hang on tight. He is there for us. Especially now that there are four." She smiled and Lisbeth had a fresh burst of tears. Mom stood behind the sofa and ran fingers through her daughter's hair. Fog was advancing down the hill and a gust of cold wind drove us to the kitchen. 

Lisbeth crinkled her eyes and handed her drink to her mother. "I can't have any more of this. He is underage."

That generated a long three way hug. We slowly went to work on dinner. Ceci looked at Lisbeth and asked, "How long are you going to wait to get married?"

Mom-to-be laughed and said, "I'm in no hurry. Maybe a baby bump would look good at work."

I was back on my machine, finishing the paper, when the two moms showed up, both of them in matching flannel short nighties. I asked Lisbeth, "Shall we have the new technical writer go over it? I'm scared to death she'll remember she is a professor and put a grade on it."

I had things to talk to my fiancee about anyway, so we left Cecilia in charge and found a bed. 

I pulled her to me roughly and said in my husky low voice, "Decided it wasn't going to work after all, eh? Independent enough to send me on my way?"

"Brian, I told you my mother would never accept our marriage. You keep behaving like a dumb cowboy in front of her, what do you expect? You haven't even offered me a ring."

I was chewing on her ear and torturing her front, mashing the marvelous tits and pinching her nipples. She twisted in my arms, but I held her fast and said, "Not so fast, girlie. I'm expecting a going away present."

"Beast, I'll give you a swift kick out of my house."

Ceci was in the doorway, "What is going on?"

She had my hair firmly in her grip. "We are letting off a little steam over that stupid paper."

"Did I hear you say your mother would never accept him?" Ceci was climbing on me, the nightie well above her crotch. 

"Why would you, he keeps being so obnoxious."

We wrestled around until mother finally said, "Calm down. That is a fine piece of work. They will like it. All I did was fuss with a few commas."

I put my head down and cried, "My precious commas!"

Lisbeth stood and said, "I'm going to send it now. Please see if you can get back in my mother's good graces."

I got my knee in her crotch and my head on her shoulder. "I might be fired in the morning." 

"Kiss me." 

The tough Italian body rolled us over so her hands were free to attack me. "If you change your behavior toward me, I will beat you." Her tongue was all over my face and head. Her hand was between my legs, squeezing and rubbing. It didn't take much to get him very hard. I rolled us back over to missionary position and kissed her hard. "If she comes back and finds me in you, it is the end of us."

"If you don't fuck me right now, it is the end of you anyway."

Ceci and I were very tight together when Lisbeth got back. "Mom, is he tickling your insides?"

"Yes, it's marvelous, do you mind?"

She didn't say anything, but crawled in and hugged. "I am a nervous wreck. I can't even tease anymore. That was stupid, what I said at dinner about not wanting to marry Brian. I'm going to cry."

The probably pregnant and so far unmarried woman had two bodies holding and kissing and consoling her. Sex was fading into the distance.

Ceci said in a tough voice, "How can I have proper orgasms when my daughter is in my arms crying?"

I disappeared to make three tall drinks with some tequila in them. The nighties were sitting up and smiling when I returned.

Ceci said, "She wants to know how soon she can be married?"

"We could get a marriage license tomorrow."

My beautiful blond bombshell buried her head in my shoulder and cried, "Brian, I promise to love, honor and obey. Please marry me."

I looked over her head at mother, who was smirking at me. "If you marry her, you are marrying me too."

I clutched Lisbeth, "Oh dear, how will I survive two women giving me orders?"

My head was pushed down and a voice said as I fell asleep, "I love you and this is going to work."

We were in the lab, staring at the scope, when Eric walked in. "You two sure know how to get me in trouble."

We looked up, fearing the worst. His smile was wide. "I keep getting these weekend, after dinner emails with dynamite contents. Don't you ever relax?"

She rushed into his surprised arms. "He took me to Big Sur and chased me up the hill and we sat in a sunny meadow above the fog and worked on that."

She added, "If we don't get fired, we are going to take out a marriage license today. I may be pregnant."

Eric looked at me and mouthed, "Wow!"

I nodded enthusiastically.

He extricated himself from Lisbeth's clutches and said, "Not a firing offense. At least not yet. Colin has seen it and wants some editing so he can take it to the Board on Friday as part of the strategic directions study. He especially likes that Wolf business. Wants to know if I can get it vetted by Harrington in time for the meeting."

I said, "That's more than a lunch."

"Yes. I just finished talking to him and sending him a copy. Told him to turn the meter on to highest priority. He is free at four and wants to know if you can come over then."

He walked over and put his arms around us. "I'm happy for you both. Go deal with the license, and then do background on Wolf for your meeting with John. You are not needed around here. And thanks an awful lot for the jewel of a paper. Ferguson has had more from the lab in two weeks than in two months."

We walked out, desperately holding hands, in a total fog.

In the car, I tried to collect my thoughts. "What's our address? For getting the license?"

"I don't know. You are moving to my house? We need to give notice on the lease at your place? Let's go talk to Ceci."

Cecelia was cleaning the house with enormous energy. The vacuum was roaring and there was a large bucket of soapy water with rags everywhere. We tried to look sad.

"What happened? You are back so soon."

Lisbeth said, "Eric came in and said we were making more trouble for him."

"More trouble? How could that be? I edited the paper myself."

I said, "Maybe it would help if we added her as an author. Cecelia Tommasini, PhD. Boards are impressed with initials."

"Board?"

"Colin is taking it to the Board at their Friday meeting. Looks like we aren't fired yet."

She rushed us, howling. "Bums! Scaring me like that! See if I do anymore editing." She wrapped her smelly self around us. "Help me finish and we will go together for the license."

Lisbeth tried to take the bathroom chores, but I stripped down to nothing and pushed her away with threatening moves. Plenty of bleach cleaner and scrubbing later, I was standing in the shower when she squeezed in, followed by her mother.

"What is this? Guy can't have a peaceful shower after doing the nasty bathroom cleaning?"

One pulled my hair and the other my scrotum. I screamed and washed their backs. 

I printed the online license form while they dressed. A half hour later, I was handing the license fee across the counter and feeling trapped. Ceci stood behind and whispered questions. 

"Sure you want to do this? Marriage can be dangerous. Maybe you aren't compatible. You are not crazy enough to let your mother live with you, are you?"

As we walked away, Lisbeth kissed me and said, "We need to go to the bookstore and buy that book on torturing your nasty relatives."

Ceci made lunch while Lisbeth and I sat on the deck with our laptops, searching for more references on the Wolf paper. It was thin, very thin. We looked at each other. "John will tell us what to do."

After that cavalier abdication of our homework, we munched happily on Ceci's sandwiches. She sat in the middle and wanted to know where the marriage was going to take place.

Lisbeth looked at me and said, "Maybe she should decide?"

I eased my soon to be mother into my lap and kissed her forehead. My hand rested on her ample breast and she pressed hers on top of mine. 

"Neither of us has close family or friends here. We can have a party at the house after we are married. After Big Sur, Lisbeth and I feel we are already married. So how much ceremony do we need?"

Lisbeth arranged bodies so she could join the pile. "Mom, that means you are already an inlaw."

She giggled and added, "And a nanny, and a lover, and a bunch of other good things."

Ceci closed her eyes and hummed. "You two are so unconventional. In my Italian family, a marriage was planned for a whole year, and sometimes more than a hundred people were invited."

I was sleepy but beginning to worry about the big meeting with Harrington.

Lisbeth said, in a small voice, "If you don't mind, I would like to marry Brian in the grove of trees on Skyline with a view of the ocean. We can find someone to do it."

In the middle of the warm pile, Ceci was sound asleep. I pressed Lisbeth's hand and said, "That is a fine idea."

We dozed until three-thirty and left for campus. Ceci said she would worry about dinner.

Professor Harrington was famous for his messy office. Papers everywhere. He was a reviewer for one of the engineering professional societies and new books, some still wrapped, were stacked here and there.

"Make a space and get comfortable. Coffee?"

We declined and he said, "I see you are onto the Wolf theory. So are others. The experimental apparatus is exotic and expensive. No one else has duplicated his results. If I took this on as a research project with my grad students, I would have to ask for at least five million over a couple of years."

I asked, "What about the physics? Lisbeth said we are just electron junkies, why do we need to go another level down?"

He laughed and smiled at her. "Yes. Well, your paper answers that question. We are running out of electron games and need a new approach."

She said, "Do we know any smart particle physicists?"

John said, "A team to work on this would certainly need a couple of sharp physicists. But let me make a couple of personal comments. In my world, research that disproves a hypothesis is as good as research that proves one. Either way, good work gets written up and the players get brownie points.

"In your world of applied R&D, there are rewards for successful products, and penalty points for spending a lot of money and coming up with nothing, or very little. I'm going to have a chat with Eric and suggest that Xilent fund a modest project in my lab to see if some of Wolf's results can be replicated. You probably know there is a junior crisis going around about research results that can't be replicated. Xilent isn't big enough to launch a major development effort based on one lab's set of papers. A bad outcome could kill the company. So let me and my students at least take a look. What we do has to be open by university policy, but if we see signs of payoff, the work can be bounced back inside Xilent and protected. In the meantime, you haven't hung your promising careers on a super high risk idea."

While he was talking, Lisbeth came and crawled into my lap. As he finished, she said, "I hope you don't mind, we think better together."

"Good grief, I've never seen the like of it. Eric says you are getting married."

She replied, "Yes. In a very small ceremony up on Skyline. We would really like you to come. We owe you a lot, especially for your advice this afternoon."

"I'll certainly try to come. It warms my heart to see the two of you paired up." He handed me a paper from his desk. "I mentioned this to Eric the other day. When we talk, I'll tell him he should turn the two of you loose on it. Not meant to be a consolation prize. Might be something you can run with."

As we walked to the car, she said, "He is like a father to our careers, isn't he?"

I tightened my arm around her and said, "He certainly is. Let's go home and have a drink with Nanny, and take at look at what he gave us."

She laughed and poked me. "You've come a long way with my mother."

"She's come a long way with me. Between the two of us, we've turned her life around. Have you noticed that sex every day has a smile on her face?"

She stopped me under the nearest tree and applied a hot kiss, not paying attention to the students walking by. "Don't get a swelled head, but you've got both of us lusting after you."

"Lust works both ways, sexpot." I kept my hand on her behind the rest of the way to the car.

The odors in the kitchen were incredible. Ceci said, "We are having a small boneless sirloin roast en croute. There is fresh asparagus from the market to go with it. And ripe avocado for the salad."

I panicked over the puny selection of reds I had for such a feast. "Um, I'm going to make a wine run."

The guy who ran the wine shop at the market was named Paul, and took pity on my big eyes and small budget.

"Paul," I said, "I have two women to impress who are serving rare sirloin roast tonight. Money is no object, up to ..."




Maker Girl Ch. 02



"Up to twenty dollars," he finished for me and we laughed. 

"I have a decent job now and need to find something special."

"Brian, 'special' in red wine starts at a hundred dollars. Three hundred dollars if it is French and has some age."

He walked in the back and found an unlabeled bottle in a carton. "Here. Try this. Special today only. $75. Made with some merlot to soften it. Eight years old. Enjoy."

In celebration of the paycheck I still didn't have, I took along an expensive bottle of gin. When I reached the house, they were dressed and looking fabulous. 

"Oh my. I feel like a bum next to such beauty." I kissed them delicately, producing smiles and orders to clean up.

I returned with a little more authority to sharpen the carving knife, decant the wine and find the crystal glasses. The ladies agreed that a sip of martini in the parlor would be nice.

I handed the glasses to them and raised mine with a look at Ceci. "To what do we owe this feast?"

"Children," she said, "you have seduced a wornout professor, taken years off her age, and filled her with joy." She added with a laugh, "And other good stuff."

The roast was delicious, and the ruby red wine was outstanding. Ceci looked at the bare bottle and asked, "Where did this come from? It's wonderful." Lisbeth took small sips from my glass and nodded.

"Paul, the wine guy made me a deal on it. I'm sworn to silence."

We were on the sofa with dessert when the phone rang. "Brian, how are you? This is Annie, I need to thank you and Lisbeth. Can you share the phone with her?"

"We had John and Ellen over for dinner tonight and he started talking about the meeting today. About how professional your paper is. And then he mentioned that Lisbeth climbed into your arms and said the two of you think better that way. We all laughed, but Ellen climbed into John's lap and I climbed into Eric's. You know, we are just two old married couples but it felt so nice, and they kissed us, and we kissed them back. And Ellen asked John if he thought better with her in his arms. Eric started making out with me, and the next thing, John had Ellen in his arms disappearing down the hall to the guest bedroom. Eric has this silly grin on his face and is taking my clothes off, right here in the living room and telling me to shut up and get off the phone. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for juicing up my marriage. Bye..."

Lisbeth and I were laughing and hugging. Ceci asked, "What was that all about?"

"Sex! Sex and chips." Lisbeth giggled. "Mom, this disease Brian and I have is catching. That was Eric's wife Annie, telling us that she and John's wife Ellen are being chased because of my climbing into Brian's lap at work."

It was a warm night and the three of us were relaxing in Lisbeth's bed without anything on. Ceci had Lisbeth in her lap, hugging hard. "I can't believe you have a guy and a baby! My head is in the clouds. You and I seem to be all fixed up. Especially the sharing part."

My almost bride reached down and tweaked the dark nipple next to her. "You young Italian thing, trying to steal my man!" They started rolling around, singing, laughing and flopping on their backs with sighs.

I grabbed Lisbeth and said, "I haven't got a paycheck, and my checking account is minus. Are you sure your mother is going to let you marry a deadbeat?"

They pulled me to their lips for tender kisses. My fingers were treated to tweakable nipples.

Ceci's voice was firm, "Brian, in less than a month in that job for Eric, you are a young star. You diagnosed that problem and saved them at least a million on bad chip inventory. They are feeding you challenges that have you all fired up. You found a girl and her mother who both love you and keep you limp..."

He wasn't the least bit limp, and her hand knew it. I growled as ferociously as I could and pushed bodies flat. We lay there laughing and I whispered to Lisbeth, "I better hurry up and make you an honest woman."

Her head buried between Ceci's breasts, she mumbled, "You got me pregnant. The book says it is the decent thing to do."

"I am only doing it if you both promise to be as feisty, tough and fun as you are now."