Chapter 29

Cindy chopped an onion for the meatloaf, then mixed in the rest of the ingredients. She set it in the oven and then washed her hands and checked the clock.

She moved back into the lab. John was right. Time to cut her teeth. She strung up the frame and then moved to the computer. Pulling up the image of John. She toyed with the idea of modifying it a bit, using her internal measurements, but no. John was just fine the way he was. A part of her mind told her if she ever did try it out, and she knew she would, then she wanted it to be as real as possible. She double checked everything John had taught her and started the machine. Looking up at a clock she scrambled back to the kitchen.

Dinner passed sort of quietly. The three of them basking in the warm glow of the endorphins their bodies had released earlier. John even more so. Cindy smirked to herself over the reason.

Sometimes she would surprise herself. Like now when she thought of John and Theresa together after she headed for the kitchen. She was glad her man was content. The thought of him as her man startled her a bit. But she smiled inwardly.

He was her man. She liked that. Theresa was her woman, she liked that also. She would miss her when she went off to college but she would still get to see her lots. The joint fashion venture would insure that. In fact —at the moment— Cindy was no where near as interested in the venture as Theresa was.

Certainly Cindy had seen the potential, but she didn’t really care about that. She was on her way to financial security through her investments anyway. Certainly not as well to do as John was, but heading in a direction that if she worked a bit, she could retire comfortably.

The main reason she had so embraced the fashion idea ... was John. Before the fashion idea she had no idea what she would use for an excuse to hang around. She wanted to stay with John ... Forever! But John had this image of the “girls” growing up and heading off to college and from there out into life on their own.

Cindy didn’t want that.

Yes, she wanted to go to college, probably business school. But then she wanted to come back ... to be John’s ... Wife? The word didn’t seem right. Lover? ... More than that. Mate? ... That sounded right. She wanted to be John’s mate.

In a way, she wanted to be Theresa’s mate too. But it wasn’t the same thing. Sure, she absolutely adored making love with the lovely wench. She got more beautiful every day.

Cindy could picture Theresa being a part of her life with John, but more like a visiting part. She could see Theresa heading off to college, meeting a guy and getting married. Then, besides working with Cindy on the fashion partnership, she would stop by unexpectedly and stay the weekend. Then she would go back home to her husband and John would be all hers for the weeknights. Maybe barbecuing up on the silo cover, like a large patio, on a summers evening. Herself looking out with satisfaction at how the trees she had planted were growing. Glancing over at John turning chicken on the grill and smiling at him in a come hither manner.

“I said, could you please pass the carrots?” Theresa repeated.

“There’s more chicken...” Cindy muttered.

“Chicken? Where the hell did you go girl? You cooked meatloaf!” Theresa said.

“Huh? Oh ... sorry, just daydreaming. Here.” Cindy said passing the bread.

Theresa chuckled. “Yup, just like I told John...” she thought.

John passed her the carrots and looked thoughtfully at Cindy.

“When your plane lands I’ll help you with the dishes.” Theresa said.

“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. I was thinking that we needed some trees outside.”

“Trees?, Girl it’s snowing out there.” Theresa said.

“No, for summer time. For shade for the patio.”

“Patio?” John said.

“The silo roof.”

“Oh ... not a bad idea. But back far enough they don’t interfere with my stargazing.”

“No, I would never do that.”

“I’m not so sure she’s landed yet. Help me put these away, John?” Theresa asked.

John nodded. Looking even more thoughtfully at Cindy.

After the others started moving Cindy seemed to come around more. She cleared the table of dishes and started to rinse them. John and Theresa put the leftovers in the refrigerator. When Cindy rinsed the same pan twice Theresa pushed her aside and took over.

“Why don’t you go play in the lab or something. Better yet, watch a movie. It’s probably safer.” Theresa said.

“The lab!” Cindy said and rushed off.

“You don’t have any Marijuana around here do you?” Theresa asked, looking after her.

“Uh ... no. Maybe some seeds somewhere in my college things.” John replied.

“No ... I don’t want any. It just occurred to me that Cindy had been smoking something.”

“Don’t know. Don’t think so. I quit trying to figure out women’s moods almost a year ago, about the time you arrived.” John chuckled.

“A year? Has it been that long?”

“Not quite. You were just a month off of sixteen.”

“A year... “ she said softly to herself. And then Theresa was gone.

John kissed her on the neck and headed for the Com room. Life with two young women could be interesting at times, he mused.

Theresa found Cindy in the lab, Standing as if in a trance. She came up behind her and put her arms around her. Cindy leaned back against her, but her gaze never left the casting table. Suspended in the frame was a duplicate of John, right down to the erection.

“Pretty real looking.” Theresa mused.

“Spooky.” Cindy replied.

“So ... You going to try it out?” Theresa asked.

“Huh? What?” asked Cindy, distracted.

“Are you going to try out the mannequin?”

Cindy was silent for a bit then replied: “Oh ... I don’t know. Doesn’t make much sense when we have a live one around.”

“Yeah, and one whose tongue works!” Theresa chuckled, “Still, it could be interesting.”

“Yeah, it could be...” Cindy replied, still distracted.

Theresa’s hands slid up under the thin material of her friend’s T-shirt and cupped her breasts. Her fingers sought and found the nipples, which were already hard.

“My, if your nipples are any indication I think you want to try it out.” Theresa chuckled.

Cindy blushed a bit. Then finally replied: “I won’t deny it appeals to me.”

“So why not do it?” Theresa asked, sliding one hand down and into the waistband of Cindy’s shorts.

Cindy leaned back into her friend and didn’t reply. Theresa continued her explorations, sliding her hand down over Cindy’s soft pubic hair. Her fingers split and passed on either side of her clitoris. Her mouth descended onto Cindy’s neck and she kissed it. Her other hand cupping and squeezing a firm breast. Cindy moaned softly in response to Theresa’s advances, but her eye’s remained locked upon the mannequin.

Theresa pulled back her hands and lifted Cindy’s T-shirt up and over her head. Then her fingers found the waistband on her shorts and pushed them down. Cindy hardly seemed to notice as she now stood nude, entranced by the image of John before her.

Theresa pulled off her own shirt and shorts. Again moving up behind her friend, her bare breasts against Cindy’s back. Her pelvis against Cindy’s bare ass. Her hands moved around her friend and over her arms. She grasped her wrists and walked her forward. Cindy didn’t resist when Theresa guided her hands up to the mannequin.

Cindy lightly dragged her fingertips over the chest and down the abdomen.

Theresa’s hands resumed their exploration of Cindy’s body. Her fingers descending down the cleft on each side from her hip bones. They reached the apex and she pulled back at the lips of the vulva with her fingertips. Cindy responded by opening her legs a bit more. Her own fingers had reached the penis. Her fingers fondling it softly.

Theresa could feel Cindy’s excitement on her fingertips. She was virtually dripping. She dipped her fingers into the moistness and then one hand returned to the clitoris, rubbing it softly with Cindy’s nectar. Her pelvis moving against Cindy’s ass cheeks. Her lips once more upon her neck and shoulders.

“Damn!” spat Cindy.

“What?” asked Theresa in concern. Thinking she had offended her friend in some way.

“It’s attached underneath it.” Cindy replied.

Theresa looked over her shoulder to see what she was talking about. Cindy sort of lifted up on the foam penis, but it resisted. A thin membrane bonded it to the body.

“Hmm ... Guess we’ll have to circumcise it.” Theresa sort of chuckled.

She moved from her friend and sought out a razor knife. Then she moved to the other side of the table and bent over it. She lifted the pseudo penis to put tension on the membrane and starting at the tip carefully began to separate it.

“Be careful!” Cindy cautioned.

“Like it was real!” Theresa smirked, “Don’t worry, love. I won’t hurt it.”

Cindy bent to watch as Theresa completed the operation. She then examined what would be the topside and made two or three more trimming cuts. Then she trimmed off any edges that protruded from the body.

She thoroughly examined the penis and ran her fingers over it in test.

“That should do.” She said, stepping back. “All yours. I think we should unstring it though. Maybe put it in that chair?”

Cindy nodded, testing the penis with her own fingers.

Theresa moved around the frame loosening turnbuckles and unhooking cables. Cindy moved as an automaton as she started to help. Once unstrung, the girls jointly lifted the mannequin and set it astride an armless chair. The pliable foam bending as they “sat” it down.