Chapter 42

It was afternoon. A rainbow drifted across the wall of the otherwise darkened room. The women were all loved out, yet continued to caress each other.

Cindy crawled over and whispered something in Theresa’s ear. A grin broke out on Theresa’s face. She nodded and slowly rolled to her feet.

All Sheila could do was watch her go. Which she did, admiring the sleek backside. Cindy rolled over to her and kissed her softly.

“I’m going to go try to help Theresa make some lunch.” Cindy said, “Why don’t you just lay here and re-coup your energy.”

Sheila half nodded. Which was really all the energy she had left.

Cindy kissed her softly one last time and rolled off the bed onto shaky feet.

Sheila watched her recede as well. Her backside no less shapely than Theresa’s ... different, but just as nice.

The girls had done quite a number on her. Ganging up to please her again and again.

That had only been the beginning. Then Cindy got out her little toy. Apparently Sheila’s inner dimensions weren’t too far different from Theresa’s. In the following half hour she had experienced far more orgasms than she had previously experienced in a whole week, when she was very sexually active.

That had been years before when she was younger. Then, it had left her almost a basket case, even spread over a whole week. She had wandered around in a hazed state. Barely able to talk.

Now ... all at once ... She shivered.

She understood now why John thought that perhaps the relationship had lasted so long, was because the girls had each other as well. They could use their boundless youthful energy upon each other, saving John from cardiac arrest. Sheila lay there thinking how she’d been poked and stroked, caressed and licked almost to death herself.

A slow smile crept over her face. Life was good.

She closed her eyes and floated in the warm mist of endorphins that enshrouded her.

[Endorphins are natural opiates that the body produces to reward itself for positive behavior. They are what a person feels after a hard day of work, or skiing. Or the warm, lustfull feeling a person feels after sex.]

“I’m a love junkie.” Thought Sheila, as she drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later a gentle hand caressed her breasts. Lips were upon hers. Now, she was slightly more cognizant. Just barely.

She opened her eyes and Cindy smiled at her.

“Hey, sleeping beauty. How about some coffee and nourishment.” She said softly.

“Uh!” Sheila grunted.

“Scoot up and lean against the headboard so I can swing the tray around.” Cindy said.

“Uh.” Sheila replied. Slowly creeping towards the headboard. She finally reached the distant destination and pulled herself half erect.

Her lovely breasts hanging free before her as she leaned back against the headboard. Cindy swung the tray around and placed a large mug of coffee before her.

Sheila looked at it and eventually figured out that the only way to get it to her mouth, was to pick it up.

She decided which arm she would use and sent word to it to perform its task. It resisted.

“Please” she murmured.

Slowly the arm lifted itself and grasped the cup. She steadied herself and leaned towards the tray. Slowly the cup levitated and tipped to her lips.

The first sip was like nectar from the gods. It prompted her to request another from her arm. Which grudgingly complied.

Slowly the fog started to lift. She figured out that she could see better if she left her eyes open. That was a big help.

When she had about half the mug imbibed, she nodded to the arm and said: “Thank you.”

Her eyes began to search the tray for the mythical nourishment that Cindy had mentioned. After a time she became alarmed. Her eyes must be broken. She could locate none. She searched in every corner of the tray. She even talked her other arm into helping out with a tactile search. It was futile. The food was lost somewhere.

“Looking for something?” Theresa’s voice asked from the foot of the bed.

Sheila raised her eyes. Then opened them wide. A shot of panic raced through her body.

The mannequin had come alive! It stood at the foot of the bed, wearing the outfit she had designed. It was holding her food! It wanted to trade food for sex, Sheila reasoned.

“I have nothing left to give.” Sheila said to the mannequin.

“I think we broke her.” Theresa said.

“This calls for drastic measures.” Cindy replied.

“Shock treatment?” Theresa asked, joking.

“Of a sort ... I think this is why John installed that secret passage to the fountain of youth.” Cindy replied, cryptically.

It took Theresa a moment to get it. “Oh ... Okay.”

“I’d better go with her, will you meet us there? With the food and more coffee, please?” Cindy asked.

“Sure, no problem. Anything to save a life.” Theresa replied. She snatched Sheila’s coffee cup and headed out.

The mannequin had stolen her nectar of the gods! Just because she had no more sex to give for food! Sheila thought.

“Come on love. Time to go skydiving.” Cindy said, hefting Sheila by the arms.

“Don’t worry about me, save yourself.” Sheila cried.

“Come on, just a short walk.” Cindy said. She managed to get Sheila to her feet.

“Are you a mannequin too, or the real thing?” Sheila asked.

“The genuine article.” Cindy said, guiding her to the trap door.

“I read one of them once.” Sheila said.

Cindy opened the trap. Then said: “Come on dear, just one more big step and then you’ll be just fine.”

“Hokay...” Sheila said, not looking down.

Cindy stepped with her and they dropped out of the bedroom. A scant fraction of a second later they hit the water. Cindy flexed her knees, hit bottom and pushed off, still clinging to Sheila.

Sheila broke the surface sputtering and coughing. Cindy held her up and towed her towards the ladder.

“Help! The mannequins have thrown me in the moat!” Sheila cried.

Then she seemed to see Cindy. She looked around and then back at Cindy.

“That wasn’t very nice of you ... but I guess I needed it. Thanks.” she said, fairly coherent.

Cindy smiled at her.

“Wouldn’t have you miss the pool while you were here.” she chuckled.

Sheila looked up at the open trap and gauged the distance down to the deck.

“Yeah, that would have hurt.” she said, chuckling.

Cindy continued to tow her to the side. She reached the steps beneath the water and pulled Sheila up onto a sitting ledge. Her hair drooped in strands down her forehead and was getting into her eyes.

Sheila sat there, only still half aware. Cindy took her fingers and gently pushed the golden strands out of the way.

“Feeling better?” She asked.

Sheila thought for a moment and then replied: “Darling, I’ve never felt better in my life.”

“What was that about mannequins?” Cindy asked.

“Oh ... I guess I dreamed it. I was looking for the food you promised me... (where is it anyway?) anyway, I looked up and I swear the mannequin from the lab was holding a tray of food. I thought it wanted to trade food for sex. I told it I didn’t have any left ... And there it is!” Sheila said, pointing.

“Uh ... Sheila. That’s Theresa wearing the outfit you designed.” Cindy said, looking carefully at Sheila.

“Oh ... of course it is ... But she looks just like the mannequin.” Sheila said.

“Of course she does. It’s made from a scan of her.” Cindy said.

“I know ... But what I thought ... Jesus! What did you girls do to me?” Sheila said.

“Oh ... just a little love making.” Cindy demurred.

“I’ve made love lots of times before, but I never hallucinated. But I guess I didn’t hallucinate. I just misinterpreted what my eyes actually saw.” Sheila said.

“Come on, you’re lucid enough to eat. Theresa won’t bite ... but I know her to be an excellent nibbler.” Cindy said.

“I’m very cognizant of that fact. I concur with your supposition.” Sheila said.

Cindy looked at her a moment. “You know, a year ago I wouldn’t have understood a word you just said.”

“Glad you’re learning.” Sheila said.

Cindy climbed the ladder and Sheila watched her the whole way.

“Now that is a delightful sight.” she said.

“Yup, you are feeling much better.” Cindy said, watching Sheila climb up.

She helped her at the top of the ladder, offering her a hand and then using it to pull Sheila into a kiss.

“And you’re welcome to it ... whenever you feel recovered enough.” she said, pulling Sheila’s hand to her ass.

“Not quite yet, I’m just learning to speak again.” Sheila said, but she descended into a deep kiss before she let go of Cindy’s posterior.

“It lives!” Theresa said from the table.

“That’s what I thought about you. Come here. Model that for me, please.” Sheila said.

Theresa dimpled and stepped away from the table. She held her arms out and did a slow turn around. The outfit hugged every inch of her body.

“God, if Albert knew his face was on that body, he’d rise from the dead.” Sheila said in admiration.

“Turned out pretty nice, didn’t it.” Theresa replied.

“I’ll say. And over-night!” Sheila said.

“It was done last night, but so were you.” Cindy chuckled.

“It’s outstanding. You girls are going to be very rich.” Sheila said.

“Us girls. You’re going to help us remember? We’re going to send you back with a complete wardrobe that you can show off till you can come back for good. But for now, I think we should feed you and let you recover a bit more before we subject you to... The machine.” Cindy said, guiding her to the table. She grabbed a towel and dried Sheila off, then seating her, wrapping it around her hair.

“Thanks ... What’s to eat?” Sheila said.

“Yeah, I know; you’re ravished and famished both.” Theresa chuckled.

“We didn’t think you’d be up to anything complicated, so it’s just roast beef on wheat buns, and lots of coffee.” Cindy said.

“A queens feast!” Sheila said, digging in.

When she finally let up she said: “I thought you subjected me to the machine earlier today ... it was today wasn’t it? ... and where can I get one of those?”

Cindy chuckled: “Let’s see ... if I remember all the questions; One: a different machine. I was referring to the scanner. Two: it was today and Three: Right here. John made that for my birthday.”

“John made that? God, I hope he patented that too!” Sheila said.

“Theresa and I said the same thing the first time we tried it out ... While John was in San Francisco...” Cindy trailed off.

“Thinking about John?” Sheila asked.

“Yeah, wondering what we should do with him.” Cindy said.

“He meant well.” Sheila offered.

“No, he didn’t. He meant to trick us. And he succeeded. He knew we’d flip over you. We did. It just bugs the shit out of me that he thought it was necessary.” Cindy said.

“For what it’s worth. I think John was really thinking about the company. I don’t think he expected to be attracted to me. When he was, I think he got scared. He thought I was the best person for the job ... which I agree with -but I’m biased- but he was worried that you girls wouldn’t want to work with me if he was attracted to me.

“I don’t know why John didn’t just call me at the office, during the week he was there. I have no clue as to why he went about meeting me the way he did ... It was a total fluke. I didn’t have to follow him out of the bar. But he intrigued me.

“I didn’t like the way Angie... -that’s the bartender- treated him. He didn’t deserve it. His reply to her was ... I don’t know. Honest. I guess. He didn’t swear at her or anything like that. He just agreed with her in a manner which made her look about an inch tall. Then he left. I just wanted to show him that ... well ... that women like me ... weren’t all that way.”

“Like Us.” Theresa said.

“If you wish ... but I don’t put you two in that category ... A lot of the women in that place would chew you up and spit you out just for the fun of it.” Sheila said.

“But you’re not like that.” Theresa said.

“I used to be. I got pretty bitter at the world when I got divorced. After I could tolerate men —at all— I did a lot of ... sport fucking. Sorry, but that’s what it was.

“At the time I turned against everyone. The relationships I had with women were the same way. I’d never see the same one twice. I’d go out and pick them up, take them home and use them, then move on to the next one. I’d throw in a man or two whenever the mood hit me. I wasn’t a very nice person.” Sheila admitted.

“So what changed?” Cindy asked, munching the last bite of her sandwich.

“I did. I guess ... It was a bunch of things really. I woke up next to a bunch of scrungy people. I got pretty scared about that. San Francisco isn’t really the safest place to have casual sex. I had myself checked out, and I blessed the gods that I was lucky enough not to catch anything. Then I started asking myself why I was waking up next to scrungy people ... I figured out finally that that was what I had become. I was physically clean. But I was acting ... dirty. Sex was just a thing to do. It had no meaning at all. Just hedonistic pleasure for pleasures sake. Not that that by itself is bad. But it’s not enough for me.

“Then for a long time I didn’t have any sex. I didn’t go out. I just went to work and went home. My life became a void. An empty nothingness.” Sheila said.

“So what changed that?” Theresa asked.

“A client and my secretary.” Sheila replied, “I got called out to an appointment at this fashion house a few years back. The owner was a beautiful oriental woman called Mae. I wanted Mae the first instant I saw her ... like I did you two ... But I fought it off for a long time. Not wanting to re-enter the life I had been living.

“God, I used to tremble whenever I was near her. We worked together a long time, saving her company. We did. In fact it began to grow, it’s still growing.

“One night she asked me to go out with her to celebrate. I guess we got pretty tipsy. She took me back to her place and we sat around talking and drinking even more. Then she came right out and asked me why I had never made a pass at her.

“I was floored. I didn’t know what to say. I’d done my best to hide my tendencies from her. She’d known all along. I told her that she was a friend and a client, and that I didn’t want to lose either. She told me that friends were the best kind of lovers. I’d never known that before. I just sat there dumb struck.

“Then she kissed me. It wasn’t a stick your tongue down a throat in search of tonsils kiss. It was the sweetest, softest kiss I’ve ever known.

“I didn’t realize how fragile I’d become. I climaxed right in the middle of the kiss. Not a bone shaking, earth shattering climax that knocks you out. It was more like ... well, my vagina just sort of contracted and suddenly I felt warm and tingling all over...

Anyway ... That night Mae taught me how to make love. Before I had just been fucking. It was the very first time I had ever made love with anyone.

“We’ve been friends ever since. Sometimes we still make love.” Sheila said. A bit flushed.

“You said your secretary, too?” Theresa prompted.

Sheila smiled and nodded. She seemed to think about it for a while.

“Judy ... well Judy has never been with a man. She didn’t turn gay ... she always was. From the time she reached puberty. She told me ... well. That’s a different story.

“A little while after Mae and I had made love. It may have been a week or so. Judy was talking to me in the office. I guess I was sort of distant. I had started to smile again and even joke with people.

“Out of the blue Judy said: ‘You know, since you’ve been seeing Mae you’re a lot nicer person to be around.’

“I didn’t know what to say. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked her.

“She said: ‘Sheila ... I’ve known Mae for years. And I’ve known you for years. I know what you used to be like. I watched what you became afterwards.

“I don’t know anything about what you and Mae have been doing ... but I’ve got a pretty good idea. Suddenly you’re smiling again. You laugh at jokes. You’re pleasant to be around. Whatever you are doing with Mae, keep doing it. It’s good for you. You’ve even become attractive to me, and I’m very picky. But don’t worry. I know I have to work with you. It’s best not to play where you make your pay.

“I just wanted to let you know that it shows. You are a nicer person now.’

“I was shocked. I’d had no idea that Judy was gay. I just thanked her. She smiled at me and we went back to work.

“I’d always thought that Judy was pretty, but I’d always thought that she was straight too. I started to notice little things about her. The way she walked, the things she said. How she wore her hair and how she dealt with men. I wondered how I could have been so blind.

“Quite a while later we had to go out of town to a client in ... Omaha, Nebraska. That was it. We met with the client all day and then got a room for the night. It had two double beds in it, I remember. We had dinner in the hotel and a few drinks in the bar. Then headed for the room.

“I didn’t even think about it. I took a shower and came out wearing just a towel, drying my hair with another one. I looked over and caught her looking at me...

“I asked her: ‘So, do you still find me attractive?’

“and she answered: ‘Very much so.’ kind of quietly. Looking down into her lap.

“I remember thinking how pretty she was. I could tell she really wanted me, but was afraid. After working together for so long, well ... we were friends. We didn’t spend time together away from work, but we were friends.

“Then I remembered what Mae had told me about friends being the best lovers.

“Seeing Judy there ... in anguish. Well, my heart just went out to her. I realized that I wanted her too. So...

“Well, I just dropped my towel.

“She glanced at me in shock and then looked away and said: ‘Please don’t tease me.’

“I walked to her bed and sat down and said: ‘I’m not teasing. I want you too.’

“God, suddenly she was in my arms, crying. I just hugged her for a long time. Then I kissed her like Mae had kissed me. She didn’t climax, but she literally quivered in my arms.

“I undressed her and we made love. Really made love.” Sheila finished.

She looked a little embarrassed.

“I think that’s great.” Cindy said.

“Kind of like Cindy and I...” Theresa added.

“Tell me about it.” Sheila said, pouring another cup of coffee.

“I don’t know...” Theresa blushed.

“Oh ... Come on. I just bared my soul to you ... and there’s nobody here but us chickens.”

“And John’s fucking Camera’s” Cindy said loudly, looking around, grinning.

Sheila and Theresa looked at her startled.

“Sorry, I just needed to do that.” Cindy said, “Go ahead, Theresa. I don’t mind...”

Sheila giggled, looking at Cindy.

“Please ... I want to hear.” She said, turning to Theresa.

“I ... Okay...

We were in Jr. High. One day in gym class I was drying off after a shower. I turned around and caught Cindy looking at me.

“I had a bruise on my hip where my step father had thrown me into a wall. I thought that’s what she was looking at. I got embarrassed and covered it up real quick. I put on my underwear and she turned away again.”

“Actually, I was looking at your ass. It was the cutest thing I ever saw.” Cindy snickered.

“I didn’t know that then. I just thought you were looking at my bruise. I probably wouldn’t have become friends with you if I’d known then you were looking at my ass ... Anyway ... Well from time to time I’d catch her looking at me again. I just knew, she knew that my step father was beating me up.

“We had some other classes together and got to know each other a little better. Then one day after our gym shower, I caught her trying to cover up her own bruise.

“God, I felt so sorry for her. Knowing what it was like for me.

“Anyway. Later I saw her eating lunch by herself. I walked over and asked if I could join her.”

“The spider and the fly...” Cindy said.

“Huh? Anyway ... We ate lunch together. I asked if she wanted to talk about her bruise. She said: ‘What’s to talk about? I got it the same way you get yours’

“So I talked about other stuff. After a while she started talking herself. Next thing I knew, we were friends. We spent a lot of time together. God, we went everywhere together.”

“We had some good times...” Cindy agreed.

“So anyway” Theresa continued, “One day I hear these girls talking about some other girl. They’re saying how she’s lezzie and all that. So I ask them who they’re talking about. ‘You outta know ... she’s your friend.’ one of them says. And they walk away.”

“Claudia and Valerie. Right?” Cindy chuckled.

“How did you know? ... Anyway, I was shocked. I’d had no clue. Kind of like you with Judy. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t want to lose my friend ... God, I loved her!

“I didn’t say anything about it to her then.

“We used to sleep over to each other’s houses sometimes on the weekends when our folks were feeling generous. One time when we were at Cindy’s. I guess her folks were out of town or something.”

“Family reunion. I had to talk my ass off to get out of it.” Cindy mused.

“Yeah, that was it. Anyway. Cindy asked me to stay over. We were still good friends and she hadn’t tried anything with me, so I said yes. I got permission from my mom. My stepfather was being an asshole again so she said yes, probably to get me out of the house...

“Anyway. We were alone in her parents’ house. We watched TV and ate popcorn and joked. The house was empty except for us. Cindy started to take off her clothes. It was summer, and it was hot. I took off my blouse too. Then she took off her pants, so, so did I. Then we continued to just sit around in our bras and panties.”

“God, you were hot! I wanted to rip them off with my teeth and eat you for dinner.” Cindy said.

“But you didn’t ... I don’t know ... I guess ... Well I started getting a little sleepy. We were close friends ... we hugged a lot and all that ... Well, I guess I kind of leaned back against her. She just put her arms around me and held me while we were watching TV. She sort of tickled me a little every now and then.”

“I was trying to keep you awake while I got my nerve up.” Cindy said.

“I know... now. Anyway ... she sort of quit tickling me and started sort of caressing me ... real lightly on my belly, sides and shoulders. You know, fingertips down my arms and such.

I liked it so I let her. Then suddenly I realize that she’s rubbed down my shoulders and she’s got her fingers inside my bra ... God. I was scared.”

“You were scared? I was scared shitless!” Cindy said.

“I didn’t want to lose my friend. My dear friend. So ... I let her. I’d been felt up before, by my step-father. He used to squeeze my tits till it hurt. But this wasn’t the same thing. She was my friend. She didn’t hurt me. In fact it was quite nice.

“I didn’t fight her at all when she undid my bra and then took hers off. She pulled me back against her and it felt good. Her bare breasts against my bare back. Well, she started to feel my breasts again. Playing just her fingertips over them. Then she sort of rubbed the ends and I got a funny feeling between my legs. Like I’d felt before when I’d rubbed my own nipples.