Chapter 9

Theresa was the first person awake in the morning. She softly kissed John on the cheek and then slipped out of bed. She found a light satin robe and made her way to the bathroom. Seeing herself in the mirror, she smiled. She seemed to be glowing from within. Making her way to the apartment kitchen, she put on some coffee, knowing the aroma would rouse John. Then she made her way to Cindy’s room to awaken her to make breakfast.

Cindy felt a set of soft lips on her own and opened her eyes to Theresa’s face pulling back. She smiled and pulled her friend into a hug. Theresa only put up a token fight until Cindy’s advances became more advanced, then she jumped up and out of range.

“Oh no you don’t! Come on; Assistant! We’ve got breakfast to make.” Theresa said.

Cindy sat up and rubbed the sand from her eye’s. The sheet slipped from her body and Theresa felt a desire to return and caress what she saw. Instead she told her she would be in the kitchen and to come up as fast as possible.

Cindy watched Theresa exit, she shrugged and made her way to the bathroom. She took a quick shower and then started digging through the clothes in her room. She settled on an outfit that would turn the Pope’s head. She had on white spandex shorts —with nothing under them— and a white knit tube top that hugged her topside as tight as the spandex hugged her buns. She finished off her outfit with a set of white jogging shoes. She dried her hair and brushed it out.

When she showed up in the kitchen Theresa just stared at her for a minute. She didn’t know who Cindy had dressed to tease, but it didn’t matter; the effect would be universal.

“Damn girl, you’re dressed for bear! No need for that kind of ammo out here in the middle of nowhere.” Theresa said, mockingly.

“You must like it. You bought it for me.” Cindy chuckled.

“I didn’t picture you wearing both those things together.” Theresa chuckled.

“Should I change?”

“Not on my account and John may as well get used to you from the start ... Make some wheat toast and whatever kind you like.”

Cindy jumped into the swing of making breakfast. Theresa did her best to not watch her.

John awoke in an empty bed. He barely had his eye’s open before the previous evening flashed through his memory. Oddly, he no longer felt much anger. The desire for Cindy had remained though. He remembered his session with Theresa when she had climbed in bed. He had rolled onto her the instant he became aware of her presence. He dominated her in a way that felt strangely satisfying. He was looking forward to doing the same thing with Cindy.

He smelled coffee and this roused him out. He poured a cup and took it with him to the bathroom.

John wandered into the kitchen with his coffee mug in his hand. His eyes popped out of his head when he saw Cindy. Theresa was just finishing up his eggs. He kissed her on the cheek, but his eyes followed Cindy around. Theresa didn’t miss this fact.

John commented to Theresa as she served him: “So, seems you’re the last one dressed.”

“That’s debatable” replied Theresa sarcastically, glaring at Cindy.

She kissed him on his forehead and excused herself to go dress.

There was an uncomfortable silence between John and Cindy. His eyes hardly left her body.

“So, what are you going to do today?” John inquired, diving into his breakfast.

“Don’t know. What is there to do out here?” Cindy replied. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with him.

“Oh, more than you would imagine. Theresa can give you the grand tour while I check my e-mail.”

“e-mail? What’s that?” Cindy inquired.

“Electronic Mail” John said and launched into an explanation.

Cindy had no interest in what he was telling her, but she seemed to be rapt in fascination.

Theresa started to pull on some panties, but was struck with an idea and pulled them back off. She routed around and found an identical outfit to Cindy’s. If Cindy wanted to flaunt her wares, then Theresa was going to fight fire with fire. She found Cindy and John laughing like old friends at the table. Both John and Cindy noticed her outfit.

“Damn, Theresa. Twins?” John said.

“It just looked comfortable to me.” Theresa replied.

“Depends on for whom.” John muttered to himself.

He excused himself to check his e-mail and made his way to the Com room. He stalled at the door on the way out to drink in the sight as Cindy and Theresa started to clean up the dishes.

When he got to the Com room he punched out the tape and replaced it. He punched up the kitchen channel in time to catch Cindy come up behind Theresa. She kissed her on the back of the neck as her hands moved around her and began to explore her front.

Theresa moved back into Cindy’s advance. She didn’t fight it when Cindy’s fingers traced over the spandex and between her legs.

John watched, again in fascination. He got an idea. He ran a line from the Video to the frame grabber input on his computer. Then started programming. He needed to build a control interface to make it work, but that wasn’t too tough with his previous design experience ... In the meantime he manually controlled the input.

Theresa turned to Cindy and they kissed. Her own hands explored in return. Finally she pulled away.

“Cindy, John might catch us!” she said.

“So?” Cindy questioned.

“So, I haven’t told him anything about our relationship. I don’t know how he’s going to take it.”

“Maybe it’s time he found out. You don’t really expect to hide it too long do you?”

“I don’t know ... Not yet. Let me break it to him in my own way.”

“It’s not something you can break to somebody slowly. Either they can handle it, or they can’t. But you’re the boss. It’s up to you. We’ll do it your way. So what shall we do boss? John said you’d give me the grand tour.” Cindy said, once more taking Theresa into her arms.

Theresa giggled but fought away.

“Not a bad idea. Let’s do the Silo from the top down.”

“Okay” said Cindy, causally flipping her top down.

She again approached Theresa, who chuckled and did the same. They merged their breasts as they kissed.

John paused in his programming as he watched the girls. Then he returned to the task with renewed passion. He dug out some data books and then headed for the workshop, pausing long enough to kill the active monitor.

John spent most of the day running between the workshop and back to the Com room to punch up whichever channel the girls were on. Finally he had a functioning breadboard and he ran back to connect it. Together with his software it kept whichever channel the girls were on selected up for the video recorder. The frame grabber sampled each channel, did a coarse check sum on it and then stored the value. Whenever the girls moved into a new area their presence would shift the averaged value of the picture. The program simply selected whichever channels were different from their previous average within a certain tolerance. He set this to run in the background and then actually got around to checking his e-mail.

He was about to trash the whole lot, mostly electronic junk mail, when one item caught his attention. A message from his brokers. It seemed that the next year’s allocation of funds had been deposited in his account. They were requesting instructions —if any— on what to do with it.

John sat back and shivered. Damn, a whole year had passed. He reflected idly on how his life had changed in that little time. His Silo dream was now a reality and was well on its way to completion.

He glanced at the monitor and thought about how he had two, scantily clad, nubile females at his beck and call ... almost.

He shook off the thought and dialed up some graphs of some stocks he had been following. He selected a couple and then composed a message to his brokers to split the sum up between the stocks and some mutual funds. No one price failure could seriously hurt him.

He had paid close attention to his advisors; diversity was the answer. The thought took a different meaning when he glanced at the monitor. The girls were on the way into the Com room. John killed the monitor and checked for any tell- tails of his actions. There were none, except the bulge in his pants.

The girls walked in and John feigned surprise. He did his best to watch Theresa most, but his eyes kept wandering back to Cindy. When the two of them bent over the satellite controls he felt the bulge in his pants growing. The spandex did nothing to hide which quarter inch of flesh was connected to which other one. Finally Theresa turned to him and came and sat in his lap. She noted the state of his pants and raised an eyebrow in question.

“You two walk around dressed like that and this surprises you?” John whispered in her ear.

She chuckled and kissed him deeply. She didn’t miss that he had said: “Two”.

“Perhaps Cindy could rustle us up some lunch?” Theresa said, half commanding.

Cindy chuckled and saluted smartly. Causing her breasts to jiggle. John noticed her headlights were on High beam.

Almost of the instant Cindy was out of the room Theresa dropped her top as before.

“Let’s do something about this problem of yours.” she said, sinking to her knees.

John closed his eyes in ecstasy, but his mind was on Cindy.

Cindy purposefully took her time with lunch. She knew very well what Theresa was up to. That was fine with her. She was willing to bide her time. She’d noticed what John was looking at whenever she was around.

John and Theresa joined her in the kitchen after a rather longer time than Cindy expected. After lunch John said he was going to take a swim.

“Mind if we join you?” Cindy asked.

“No, not at all.” John replied.

“You two go ahead, I’m gonna take a nap.” Theresa said. She gave John a quick deep kiss. His eyes questioned her. She glanced at Cindy and nodded her OK.

John raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. Theresa wandered off.

“I’ll join you later” Cindy said, and followed Theresa.

John shrugged again and headed for the pool.

“So what gives?” Cindy asked Theresa when she found her in the bedroom...

“About what?” she asked innocently.

“You know, about you taking a nap and I swimming with John.”

Theresa sighed heavily before answering: “Look, I know what you had in mind. I’m not stupid. I also saw what John was looking at whenever you were around.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Cindy said.

“The fuck you don’t!” Theresa snapped.

“So if you’re worried about it, why would you want to leave us alone?”

“To get it over with. May as well be now, as later.” Theresa said, somewhat angrily...

“Your choice, babe. You don’t want me to, I won’t.”

Theresa looked at her friend for a while, then stared at the floor. Glancing back to her friend every now and then. Finally she said: “You really would hold off?”

“If you really want me to. He’s your man, not mine.”

Theresa pulled her friend into her lap and kissed her softly.

“No, you go ahead. Maybe it is best to get it over with.”

“I don’t want it to be this way!” Cindy cried.

“Just how do you want it?” Theresa asked, tentatively.

Now Cindy was quiet. She buried her head in Theresa’s hair. Finally she replied; “I want ... both of you.”

Theresa studied her friend while she thought about it.

“I guess I want that too. It just didn’t occur to me that that meant you and him together as well.”

She pulled Cindy back into a great hug. Then she kissed her and said: “Well, you better get on with it. Come wake me later.”

Cindy said: “Look babe, I want both of you. But not at the cost of our friendship.”

Theresa found tears welling up in her eyes. She hugged her friend fiercely.