Chapter 19: After Midnight

† Friday, November 23, 2023 (“Black Friday”).

In the master bedroom, Julie, Pam, and Nate had simply folded after the heavy holiday meal. At 12:45 Nate woke and realized he needed the toilet. Returning, he saw that the women were now awake, too.

“Good idea, Nate, I’ll be right back,” said Julie.

“Me three,” added Pam.

Afterwards, Julie gave “that look” to her ex-husband.

“I’ve been daydreaming about your cock since you got here, Nate. Are you too sleepy?”

“Nope, but aren’t you tired after all that cooking?”

“Just lay back, stud, my mouth is ready and eager.”

Except for the sound of slurping, the bedroom was quiet for a few minutes. Then Julie felt a hand on her shoulder and she pulled off.

“Mind if I cut in?” asked Pam.

“Whoa! Of course, Pam, he’s all yours.”

She considered, and since she was aroused, and he was plenty wet, Pam just climbed on. She fitted him inside her and started happily humping.

Julie was thrilled. This was Pam’s first time since Tilda was born, and she loved seeing her “back in the saddle.” Nate wore a huge smile, so excited to see his wife resume and being enthusiastic.

“Oh, Pam, I love you!”

Grinding her clit against Nate, Pam was already getting close. At the edge, she spoke out.

“I. love. you... too!”

After her first couple of orgasm pulses, Pam collapsed forward against his chest, tense and quivering as her climax overwhelmed her.

“Oh, Nate, I’m missed this. But you haven’t come; Julie! Finish him off for me.”

Grumpily, “Oh, well, if I have to.”

Pam chuckled.

“Brat! I love you too. Get him!”

Breakfast

At nine o’clock all four adults straggled in and sat at the kitchen table. They were confronted by a steaming pot of hot coffee on a trivet and empty mugs at each place setting along with small cups of orange juice.

With a flourish, Cosette brought to the table a stack of fresh waffles.

“I’m giving all you old folks a break from cooking, after yesterday’s feast. I’ll need a little help, though, if you want eggs.”

“Bullshit, sorry, ‘spit, sit your bottom down and eat, Sette.”

Theo was definite but smiling. He couldn’t be more proud of his daughter. Sylvie leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

“Thank you, Sette, you’re very sweet. I don’t remember teaching you how to make waffles, though.”

“Eh, it’s easy. I just read a cookbook for the batter.”

“I guess Tolstoy didn’t have a good recipe?”

“Shocking, all those pages and nothing. How can you defeat Napoleon without waffles? It’s a mystery.”

Pam put her fork down.

“Sylvie, Theo, what did you do to get a daughter like this? Sell your souls?”

“Nope. It’s not us, she’s just spectacularly intelligent. Before I got sick last year, she just haunted the public library after school, and then here at Julie’s she found that library wall.”

Looking at Cosette, Pam asked, “Is that true?”