Chapter 37

Theresa woke first on Monday morning. Cindy was snuggled to her side. For a time she just lay there, enjoying the feeling of her lover close beside her.

She reached out and softly dragged her finger tips over Cindy’s soft skin, feeling the texture of it. Enjoying the feeling of life beneath her soft touch.

Cindy moaned softly in her sleep and wiggled around, snuggling closer to her. Theresa reveled in the feel of the young brunettes body next to hers.

She thought about John. She really did miss him. Something about the feel of his gentle, strong arms about her made her tremble, even at the thought in retrospective.

“How could he do it?” she thought to herself, “What was he thinking ... Why watch them in secret when she would gladly have let him observe hers and Cindy’s most intimate moments? When he was so tender and sweet the whole time she had known him?”

She sensed that she would lose him if she made an issue of it. She wasn’t prepared to do that. She was just a bit disappointed in him.

Well, she thought, as Cindy had said; that really was a minor offense. To find herself a bit disappointed, once in a whole year was a small price to pay for all the love she had received from him. She decided then and there, that it didn’t matter to her anymore. If John wanted a show, then by god she’d give him one.

Theresa gently pushed Cindy’s thighs apart and moved between them. Her head dipped and with a sudden intake of breath, followed by a slow moan, Cindy came awake.

Later they lay panting together.

“God, Theresa. I must say that’s the most effective alarm clock I ever experienced.” Cindy gasped, between breaths.

“I know. John did it to me the morning we first met you at the airport.” Theresa chuckled.

“That’s our John.” Cindy said, softly caressing Theresa’s ass.

“Yeah. I think we both kind of love the guy. Let’s do what we can to keep him.” Theresa said, moving atop Cindy.

Their eyes met and Cindy realized the implications of what Theresa was saying. She smiled at her and pulled her head down into a gentle kiss. Theresa positioned herself so that their clitorises were adjoined and began to rotate her hips. Cindy responded gleefully.

Except for pit stops, they didn’t get out of bed till noon.

“Your turn to cook.” Theresa reminded her.

“Oh sure. Ravage me and then expect me to cook.” Cindy chuckled.

“Well, I’ve got to put the finishing touches on John’s toy.” Theresa said.

“He may have found his own toy while he was in San Francisco.” Cindy said.

“Think so? ... I don’t know how I’d feel about that, right now. How about you?” Theresa asked, thoughtfully.

“I don’t know. John’s always given us ... well freedom to do as we pleased. I guess it would depend on who ... whom it was with ... Funny. I wouldn’t be bothered so much if he had a little fling with another woman. If he was with another guy though, that would bother me.” Cindy said.

“My ... a bit hypocritical aren’t we?” Theresa said.

“Maybe. But that’s what I feel.” Cindy said.

“Don’t tell anybody, but I feel pretty much the same way ... now. You well know that at one time I didn’t even like the idea of John with another woman.” Theresa said.

Cindy chuckled: “Don’t I know it.”

“So what do you want for breakfast?” She asked.

“Now that you’ve got me thinking about John, I want bacon, French toast and scrambled eggs ... with a Pepsi. That’s what he served me on my first morning here.” Theresa mused.

“You got it ... I know. I miss him too. I’m looking forward to tonight.” Cindy said.

“You think it will take us that long?” Theresa giggled.

“No ... I don’t think he’ll make it far past the door.” Cindy chuckled.

“If you don’t get cracking, he’ll walk in on us eating breakfast this afternoon.” Theresa said.

“Nag, nag, nag ... woman.” Cindy chuckled, “Okay, I’m going.”

“And while you cook, I want you bare-assed, wearing nothing but a little lace apron.” Theresa commanded.

“Cook bacon in the nude? Are you nuts? Besides, we don’t have any little lace aprons.” Cindy chuckled.

“Where’s my shopping list! ... I know, nuke the bacon. You may compensate for the apron by sitting on my lap and feeding me.” Theresa said.

“Damn glad you don’t have any Spanish spurs.” Cindy muttered.

“Where’s my shopping list!” Theresa chuckled.

After breakfast, the girls started preening themselves for John’s return.

“Weren’t we mad at him about something?” Cindy mused, doing Theresa’s hair.

“Seems like it ... Should we wear our twin outfits ... sans skirts?” Theresa asked.

“I quite enjoyed the moon rise ... White, spandex shorts, I think.” Cindy said.

“No ... those hot pink ones we bought last time in town.” Theresa said.

“Perfect! ... And so are you ... too bad you have to put clothes on ... Will you do my hair the same?” Cindy asked.

“I’ll do my best ... beauticians school might not be a bad idea ... if we’re going to be in the fashion business...” Theresa said.

Cindy busted out laughing.

“What?”

“It’s perfect. When the time comes for us to go off to college, first we enroll in beauticians school. It will scare the hell out of John.” Cindy chuckled.

“Oh ... hadn’t thought of that ... I like it!” Theresa said, laughing.

John flew looking out the window, down at the ground 33,000 feet below. He thought about his girls ... and Sheila. He was torn; Wanting to get back home to the girls and wanting to stay in San Francisco with Sheila.

Sleeping nude with her without making love had been one of the hardest things he had ever done.

“But that’s the way you play for keeps.” he muttered to himself.

“Excuse me?” asked a pretty stewardess, who had been passing by.

“Huh? Oh ... nothing ... Wait. I’d like ... A bloody Mary ... but you don’t do them ... How about a screwdriver then.” John asked.

“I can make you a bloody Mary. All but the celery.” The stewardess dimpled at him.

“If it’s not too much trouble. Then please ... mild if you would.” John asked, smiling back.

“No problem, be glad to ... Mr. Stevens.” The stewardess said, turning towards the galley.

John looked after her. Cute ... and knew my name. There were advantages to flying first class, John thought.

She returned with his drink and he thanked her for it. She dimpled again but he was already looking back out the window. Thinking of ... three.

It was not a large airport. Jumbo’s didn’t usually land there. The runway barely long enough. The smaller jet John was riding in touched down and taxied towards the terminal. Off to the side in a little painted circle sat an Aerospatial helicopter, blades turning.

Hm ... brought out the good one. John thought. Before he got off the plane he watched as a baggage handler plucked his bags and a strapped cooler from the crowd and hustled them to the helicopter. As he exited the plane a representative met him and walked him past the flight line security to the helicopter, carrying his briefcase for him. Opened the passenger door for him and handed up his briefcase.

John nodded to the pilot, and strapped in. Putting his headset on and adjusting it. The pilot spoke to the tower and obtained clearance. The ground crew cleared him and the copter rose smooth as glass ... performed a mock taxi and then lifted straight up and angled towards home.

The stewardess from the plane watched as he was escorted and the treatment he was given. She sighed heavily to herself.

“That, is what my Momma would call a keeper.” she said to another stewardess.

“Since when do we make bloody Mary’s?” she asked.

“Since whenever someone like that wants one.” the first one replied.

“What’s so special about him?” said the second.

“Did you see the way his clothes fit? I’ve never seen a better tailoring job. I’ll bet those slacks alone cost him a grand.” said the first.

“Oh ... rich then?” asked the second.

“Uh ... how many of our other passengers were met by a helicopter?” said the first, rolling her eyes at the other one.

“Oh ... Come on. We’ve got three more flights today. Maybe you’ll meet someone else like him.” said the second.

“Not bloody likely.” said the first.

At the first sound of the thump-thumping blades the girls were up to the entrance, and into their snowmobile suits. Zipping them to the top to conceal their battle gear. They resisted the temptation to put on their helmets. Fearing to damage their hairdo’s.

They waited until the helicopter lifted off then cracked the hatch. Cindy peeked out and when she saw it turn and fly away she leaped out followed by Theresa. They ran up onto the pad and Cindy leaped into John’s arms. She hung on for dear life as Theresa tried to get her arms around John.

John dipped his head and kissed Cindy hard as he pulled her to the side to let Theresa in on the other. Then repeated the kiss with Theresa.

“I ought to go away more often.” John mused, being showered with kisses from both sides.

“Help me with these things?” John asked, placing his brief case upon the cooler and hefting it.

The girls each grabbed a bag.

“Jesus, he’s got a damned harem out here.” the pilot muttered to himself. Looking in a small mirror used to check the treads or any cargo beneath the helicopter. He was too distant to tell details, but the two who came out to meet him had definitely been female, and very enthusiastic about his return.

“Some guys get all the luck.” He thought.

The girls and John barely managed the hatch and steps with their loads.

“Have to think of a way to add an elevator to the surface.” John mused.

“How about a patio deck. Raise the whole thing?” Cindy teased.

“That’s a great idea.” John said.

“I was joking.” Cindy said.

“I wasn’t. Have to find a garage rack lift somewhere.” John said.

“It’s good to have you home.” Theresa said, chuckling.

“Ditto.” Cindy quipped.

They stopped at the kitchen. John opening the cooler to show the girls.

“For dinner tonight?” Theresa asked.

“Perfect.” said John, “About half the crab. Wrap the rest singly and put them in the freezer. The fish and the crab on the bottom get wrapped. They’re probably still frozen. If not, just put them in the refrigerator part. Don’t refreeze them.”

“Yes boss.” Theresa said, “fresh seafood for a week.”

Cindy hung onto his arm. Both girls were still in their snowmobile suits.

“Cup of coffee? “ Theresa asked.

“Love one. And to get out of these shoes.” John said, sitting heavily.

“I’ll just fetch your slippers.” Cindy said, sprinting off.

Theresa placed a fresh brewed mug of French roast in front of John and then bent to kiss him deeply.

“Glad you’re home, sugar.” she said.

“Good to be home ... no I’ll drink it black.” he chuckled.

Cindy entered carrying his slippers and a light robe. Theresa pulled off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt. She peeled it off as Cindy pulled off his shoes and slipped on the slippers. Theresa helped him into the silk robe.

“Aren’t you two hot?” John asked.

“We always thought so.” Cindy chuckled.

“Tell you what, you decide.” Theresa said, standing in front of him.

Cindy joined her and together they lowered the zippers on their snowmobile suits. When they let them drop, so did John’s jaw.

He nodded.

“Yup ... You’re hot... very hot...” he said, hoarsely.

The girls beamed at him and each moved to one side of him.

They eased him up by his elbows.

“Come on dear. Let’s get you into an easy chair. Cindy, grab his coffee.” Theresa said.

“And my briefcase.” John said.

Theresa grabbed it as she walked him out.

She sat him in a large swivel chair and set the case beside him.

Cindy entered and set his mug on a table next to the chair.

“Now ... anything else we can get you. You hungry?” Theresa queried.

“No, dear. Thank you. Maybe later. Right now I just want to sit and look at you two.” John said.

“That we can oblige.” Cindy said. She kissed him softly and then moved to sit on the back of the sofa, facing him.

Theresa kissed him softly and joined her. They were just eight feet from John, their pink hot pants hugging their pubic areas just about John’s eye level.

He sipped at his coffee and drank in the sight. Life was good.

“So ... How did it go in San Francisco?” Cindy asked.

“Excellent. We had a minor problem. A scanner was used in a movie about television commercials. They’d scan women and then kill them and use their images to make commercials without paying them. They entered a protest to the patent. But the ruling on that was in our favor, because they never actually made one. They just simulated one. I actually produced one. Good thing I’ve got a record of it.”

“What record?” Cindy asked.

“Oh ... I guess I didn’t tell you girls. I meant to, but it just kept slipping my mind. The whole silo is wired for vision and sound. I’ve got recorders set up in a maintenance room down on six.” John said, nonchalantly.

The girls just looked at each other for a moment. Then back at him and then at each other. Their mouths open.

“But ... but ... You didn’t ask us!” Theresa spat out in mock surprise and anger.

“I’m sorry. I guess I should have. I guess it must seem like an invasion of your privacy.” John said.

“Damn right it does!” Cindy spat.

“I didn’t expect you to feel this way about it. I’m really sorry. I should have told you. But both of you have told me so many times I was welcome to watch you do anything, anytime. I didn’t really think that it would matter.” John said.

“Well ... it does.” Theresa said.

“I’m sorry. Look, if it means anything, I’ve never looked at any of the tapes except right at the first to identify which was which when I went to file them.” John said.

“You’ve never watched them?” Cindy asked, suspiciously.

“Why no, never. I have watched you two live, on the monitor I used to keep by my computer though.

Sometimes I’d get really wrapped up in what I was doing. All tense and such. I’d turn on the monitor and watch you two lovelies swimming together or making love in the solarium, or just sitting in the library studying. It would get rid of all my stress. I could relax, just knowing you two were around and that I could be with you. Then I could go back to work knowing what it was all for.” John said.

Theresa wept softly. Cindy fought her own tears.

“So ... where are these tapes all filed. There must be hundreds of them.” Cindy said.

“In the back of the maintenance tunnel on six. Look. I’m really sorry. I never thought of it as eaves dropping ... well, that’s not really true.

When you first arrived, Cindy; I was downright snooping. Not very damn honorable at all. But I didn’t know how your being here was going to affect my relationship with Theresa ... I was scared.

I watched you the first night when you made love in the pool. Seeing that made me even more afraid. I kind of went nuts.

That’s what started me recording everything in the silo, but when we all got together. I mostly quit watching. I just let the system I had built run. But I’ve never once gone back and watched one of those tapes. They’re all filed down there in chronological order.

Think of it. Almost a whole year of your lives recorded. That’s history down there. It’s a visual record you can look at when I’m gone. Of how our relationship all got started. How we all fell in love. A year of maturity on your parts. Remember how much you changed just over the summer? Well those tapes hold a record of every word you spoke as you were maturing.

I’ve never watched them, because I’m certain they contain really personal things as well. Once we became a whole, I didn’t want to know what you two said about me when I wasn’t around. I have no desire to watch you deal with bodily wastes or your feminine needs either. That just wouldn’t be right.

If you want, we can destroy the tapes. I think I can defend what I need to without them. As it was I planned on editing them down to just the portions that recorded my tinkering. I damn sure wouldn’t want to send a video record of my relationships with you two, to a judge.” John said.

The girls looked between each other ... They still weren’t crazy about the idea, but they had been looking for John to give them a reason. And that is what he had just done. Maybe there was more to it. But it didn’t matter. He had admitted what he had done. He had, on the whole respected their privacy where it really mattered.

Cindy looked at him, shining respect in her eyes when she said: “No, John. You keep the tapes. Maybe we’ll all watch them together when we’re old and gray.”

“Might just kill me, when you two are old and gray. But there’s another thing to consider. Needs to be considered, I think.” John said.

“What’s that?” asked Theresa.

“Well. We’re not out of the woods yet. We’ve still got about thirteen months before the last of you turns eighteen. I could still be charged with statutory rape for both of you. As much damning evidence of our relationship is on those tapes, there is also a recorded record of the fact that none of us ever coerced sexual favors from one another. That you two have been studying hard. That my behavior towards you has been, usually, honorable. If Mr. BLM should ever show back up with the SWAT team, then they may save me years as a love toy for weight lifters.” John said.

“That’s true enough.” Cindy said, “to my knowledge you’re very honorable. I love you John Stevens.”

“Ditto!” said Theresa.

“Tritto ... I mean. I love both of you two also.” John said.

The girls moved to him and hugged him. The chair almost falling over backwards as they all crowded together in it, a girl on each arm. John’s arms each around one. They leaned to him and he kissed them alternately. They even shared a wet three way kiss. Their tongues dueling together in the gap between their faces when all three were nose to nose.

“Would you like to make love now, or open presents.” John asked.

“Presents!?” Theresa exclaimed.

“In my large suitcase.” John chuckled.

“I’m for making love first ... but okay. I’ll wait ... for as long as you want.” Cindy said, softly.

Theresa jumped up and ran for the suitcase. Cindy snuggled in John’s lap.

“I don’t know how you do it, love. But you always seem to make everything come out alright.” Cindy said, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t know how I do it either.” John admitted.

“I wonder sometimes...” Cindy said.

“I missed you.” John said.

“I missed you too...” Cindy replied, pulling his head down into a deep, passionate kiss.

“Which side?” Theresa asked, lugging the suitcase into the room.

“In the top, a couple of packages for each of you.” John said, huskily, his hand squeezing Cindy’s inner thigh softly.

She kissed him again and the hand lightly stroked between her legs, through the two layers of thin material. Her breath caught in her throat.

Theresa opened the case and pulled out several packages. She sorted them out by name. Building a little pile for each.

“Come on, Cindy. Let’s see what he brought us.” Theresa bubbled.

“I’ve got all I want, right here.” Cindy mused, between kisses.

Even so Theresa’s sharp intake of breath and gasp of joy swung her head around to look when she pulled out her pure silk kimono.

Cindy hugged John fiercely and jumped up to open her own packages. Theresa rushed in to fill the gap, hugging John and kissing him in thanks.

“There’s more.” John indicated to the smaller packages.

Cindy had her kimono over her shoulders, luxuriating in the feel of the fine material. She worked at the wrapper of one of the smaller packages. Inside she found a beautifully crafted Chinese puzzle box. Something inside of it. She puzzled over how to open it.

Theresa ripped her own package open and was squeezing and pushing all over it. Trying to open it.

“Here, let me show you.” John said.

Cindy continued to study hers, but Theresa moved to John’s lap, bringing the box with her. He spun the chair around so Cindy wouldn’t see what he was doing as he showed Theresa each little move. Inside a little drawer slid open and revealed a beautiful cloisonné hair comb.

Theresa’s fingers trembled as she reached for it.

From behind them they heard: “Oh god, John. It’s lovely.” Cindy had opened her own box.

“Thank you John. I love you.” Theresa said, holding the item in her hand.

John kissed her tenderly, then turned the chair back. Theresa jumped up again to investigate the other packages.

Each got a lovely silk fan which matched their cloisonné hair combs.

“What’s this?” Cindy asked, opening a package containing a grid of fine dowels in six frames.

“A cricket cage.” John said.

“Cricket cage?” Cindy asked.

“Yup. The Chinese used to catch a cricket and keep it in the house in those kind of cages. At night it would sing for them.” he explained.

“Huh ... neat. Where do we get a cricket?” Cindy asked.

“Next summer ... should be fun to try to catch one.” John chuckled, “They didn’t include instructions on how to do that.”.

“Cute.” Said Theresa, assembling her cage.

“One more package each. In my large carryon bag.” John prompted.

Theresa sprinted out of the room and returned with it quickly.

Two large packages each contained a hand inlayed jewelry box. Each was stocked with pearl, gold, silver and small emerald ear rings, Gold, silver and Jade bracelets, Cameo pins and fine silver clasps. In the bottom drawers were strings of pearls and gold and silver necklaces. Then each one found a large amber pendant.