Chapter 1

Katrina walked slow circles on the driveway as she cooled down and waited for her pulse to drop a little further. As usual, Celeste was doing bends and stretches just off on the grass.

“I don’t know, K,” Celeste complained, “Is all of this work really worth it, or are we fooling ourselves? Are there really any good men out there to attract.”

“Same old, same old, huh, C?” Katrina probed. “Did he at least scratch your itch?”

“Well, I told you what a club he carried between his legs, so yeah, my pussy had fun. It was the only part of me that did, though. I kept thinking that he was just a warm dildo that walked.”

“Well, even my pussy hasn’t had that kind of fun for too damned long,” Katrina countered.

“Make you wish you still had Darrell?”

“Well, sure, if it was just Darrell. But it was Darrell and three or four tramps of questionable biological purity. That kind of Russian roulette just makes no sense.”

“I still wish I could have seen his face when you handed him that condom.”

“I was too focused on his shrinking cock to notice his face,” Katrina laughed. “I never imagined he would never get it up again with me.”

“Well, it must be some consolation that he at least left ‘for’ something. Adam just wanted to get away from me. I honestly don’t think he had another bed lined up.”

“You’ve been scaring guys with your brain for most of your life, you know,” Katrina reminded her older sister.”

“I just never learned to hide it like you do,” Celeste countered.

At forty-nine, Celeste was a senior staff scientist at a major pharmaceutical firm. Two years younger, Katrina was a clinical psychologist. With both of their marriages having disintegrated within the last four years, they had decided to buy a home together. Besides their MENSA-level intelligence, the sisters had also inherited sizable trust portfolios from their paternal grandparents. With their combined excellent incomes, their property was definitely upscale.

Rather than the suburbs where both of their offices were located, they had bought in a genteel older section of town quite close to the university. Their renovation investment had produced a home that had been featured in a few magazines. A stately two-story, it actually had four usable levels. The architect had been a bit out of step for his time because the lowest ceilings in the house were in the basement and attic, and they were ten feet. It was a design feature of true mansions that he had applied to the home. A detached garage was more than large enough for four vehicles and had space for two small apartments above it. The most outstanding modification was a pool that was completely enclosed for privacy and had a removable canopy for year-round use.

Even without turning all of the available space into living areas, the house had six available bedrooms, and after the renovation, seven full or partial bathrooms.

After their cool-downs from the longer run they did each Sunday, they showered and met in the kitchen for breakfast. Seeing that her sister was definitely a little down, Celeste lamented “Don’t any nice guys with brains and a decent body make it to fifty?”

“Sure, with their loving wives,” Katrina grumped.

“If there aren’t any good husband candidates out there, what are horny middle aged bitches supposed to do for some loving?”

With a dramatic shrug, Katrina bemoaned “I don’t have a clue.”

“Then, what is that Psychology Ph.D. good for if it doesn’t help with the important stuff?” This was a frequently repeated line of discussion. “Come on, let’s get you in a little better mood.”

With no real lesbian leanings, but conversely no shame about sapphic pursuits, the sisters had to depend on each other when the frustrations became unmanageable. Without even discussing it, they had evolved to one servicing the other, rather than mutual satisfaction.

With the edge off, Katrina repeated a common wish for both of them. “We need to find a live cock to live here and take care of us.”

“Albert is the only candidate I can think of.”

“No, no, no, Celeste. Sure, Brother Dear is well hung, but he has let his belly hang, too. I love him dearly, but I don’t think he could get me wet the way he looks.”

“Hmmmmph.” Albert, the youngest by three years, was also divorced. Once a high-level athlete, his recent inactivity had caused the all too typical deterioration of bodies that were once competition fit and strong.

The Menninger sisters, Celeste and Katrina, would not be identified as sisters by any observer. Each had inherited their body type from a different parent. Like their father, Celeste was tall and stately. Her curves were womanly but seemed muted on her long body. She needed about ten pounds to look her best, but her metabolism would not allow that gain. Her most impressive features were her elegant neck, her regal bearing, and outstanding legs. Facially, she was not classically beautiful, but had an open, inviting look and regular features. Light complexion, sparse freckles, and an auburn tint to her hair completed her appearance. Only a too prominent jaw and a too high forehead detracted from her features.

Katrina, five inches shorter than Celeste’s 5’10”, had Mediterranean coloring and a Boticelli figure. She wore Celeste’s missing pounds, but wore them well distributed over her generous curves. She had no more luck losing those pounds than Celeste had gaining them. Though a perfect illustration of ‘pleasingly plump’, she was in excellent condition and carried surprising muscles under her luxurious upholstery. All that kept her face from model quality was the lack of visible checkbones because of its fetching roundness.

There were really only two strong similarities between the sisters. The first, and more noticeable, was their eyes. Not even the same color, they still gave the same impression of depth, intensity, and luminescence.

The other strong similarity was their intelligence. Here again, the intelligence manifest itself in different ways, but they were equally awesome. The differences could be portrayed as ‘hard’ and ‘soft’ smarts. Anything physical, spatial, or mathematical was easy for Celeste. Katrina excelled in the sociological, relational, and philosophical.

Despite how differently they viewed the world, the sisters had the utmost love and respect for each other. Both used the other’s strengths to support and amplify their own talents.

“We need kept men.” Celeste blurted out.

“Well, of course,” Katrina replied with undisguised sarcasm.

“Don’t you think there are men who would consider sex with us a pleasant form of rent?” Before she could verbalize the next gibe, Katrina gasped and sat up straight. “Aha!” Celeste exclaimed. “What is your brainstorm?”

“Here we sit with all of this living space and a year-round pool, an easy bike ride or a moderate walk from campus. There must be some studs on campus that would consider this a great deal,” Katrina proposed.

“But campus studs have their pick of nubile coeds,” Celeste reminded her sister. “They don’t have to settle for divorcees gaining on fifty.”

“Hmmm. That’s a problem,” Katrina conceded. “Wait. How about we find some that we could train to be studs?”

“Now, that’s an interesting idea,” Celeste agreed.

“Better yet,” Celeste enthused, “how about we find guys whose lives we could really improve. Shy nerds with the stuff to be studs.”

“Like a big cock,” Celeste insisted.

“And a build that only lacked muscle,” Katrina added.

“I like the nerd idea,” Celeste declared. “We should be able to relate to them intellectually. Enough of those breathing dildos that I can’t talk to.”

Katrina chuckled at the characterization, but nodded in agreement. “If we could find boys that we could genuinely develop some feeling for, that would make it even better.”

“So, skinny, shy, nice guy nerds with bigger than average penises, right?”

“I think we should start with just one, though?” Katrina suggested.

“Share him?”

“You know the stamina of young guys. I think he could satisfy both of us. We’re not exactly nymphos,” Katrina insisted.

It was March when the sisters kicked around the initial idea. For the rest of the weekend, both were tied up and it wasn’t until mid-week that the idea came up again. At least two days a week, the sisters swam together for their workouts after coming home from work. “How are we going to find our young stud-to-be?” Celeste asked. “Do we look for an incoming freshmen or find an upperclassman? A grad student?”

“I think any of those would work,” Katrina opined. “I really like the idea of a new freshman, though. After surviving high school, I think he would be very motivated to change.”

“Agreed, but how do we even identify candidates?”

“It’s nice to have someone on the inside, you know,” Katrina said. Both women had their undergrad degrees from the university and Celeste had stayed for her doctorate. Both knew several people on the staff. One close friend of Katrina’s, Merilee Struthers, now headed the admissions department.

“Since it has been at least two administrations since you last bought me lunch, I assume you want something,” Merilee quipped as she and Katrina sat at their restaurant table. Katrina just stuck out her tongue at her old friend. The joke and the gross exaggeration were pure Merilee.

“I still haven’t been able to find that tongue thing in the syllabus of any of those erudite psyche grad courses you took.” Knowing better than to leave herself open for any more, Katrina just laughed along.

“So, what do you need? Having another libido crisis?” At Merilee’s words, Katrina avoided gaping - just barely. The blush, though, was unstoppable. Aware that she could seldom best her friend in verbal sparring, Katrina nevertheless wanted to avoid the absolute rout that was developing.

Nodding seriously, Katrina said “We want to set up a schedule of times when we can rent Ted for a weekend.” Ted was Merilee’s husband. The sisters were openly envious of Merilee’s marital jackpot.

Even as brief as it was, Katrina thought Merilee’s flash of shock was about as much of a victory as she could hope for. Recovering, Merilee snorted “You’ve got to be kidding! I’m already on short rations. No way could I sell such a scarce commodity.”

“Short rations! That’s sure not the way you tell it. Now, I suppose you’ll tell me he’s only five inches instead of the eight you’ve been crowing about all these years.” That really felt good to Katrina. She had not scored one like that on Merilee for a very long time.

Subtly signaling her willingness to end the sparring, Merillee confessed “Oh, I’m not going without, or anything. I’m just having to shift from joyfully responding to his requests to doing some seducing. Even an outright attack once in a while.”

“Hmmm.” Katrina was flush from a couple of scores and she was not quite ready to end the sparring. “Well, can we work out a deal for Jeremy, then?” Jeremy was Merilee’s seventeen-year-old, physically a copy of the studly Ted.

This time, Merilee could not hide her shock. However, instead of rejoining the verbal match, she turned pensive. “You know, the kid could use that. How he can look so much like his father but be such an introvert is beyond strange. When do you want him?” Now, Merilee was back in the contest.

Katrina reacted much more quickly this time. “Oh, Honey, I really couldn’t steal him from you. He could solve your shortage problem if you taught him yourself.” Knowing that Katrina was just sparring, Merilee laughed. There was a brief thoughtful look, though, that Katrina caught.

“Actually, Merilee, the talk about Jeremy is a perfect lead-in to what I want to ask you. With all of the space we have, we thought it would be good to help out a deserving student.”

Pantomiming writing a list, Merilee intoned “Requirement one: male. Requirement two: well hung.” Then she poised as if waiting to write another point.

Deciding that playing along was actually a good way to advance the discussion, Katrina sad “Requirement three: basically good but underdeveloped body. Requirement four: extremely intelligent. Requirement five: acknowledged nerd; virginal, shy, victim of hazing and or bullying in high school.”

Merilee dropped her fake pen and nodded. “You want to develop your own stud. Brilliant! Problem; we don’t have penis size in our database.”

“Look, Merilee, we want a boy whose life we can really improve. Yes, we will use him, but we’ll make sure he doesn’t feel cheated.

“Could you find some candidates with extremely high SAT or ACT scores who did not get much in scholarships. I don’t think we want those who did not need scholarships economically. Maybe because of lack of extracurricular activity. That’s still weighed quite heavily, isn’t it?”

“Hmmm. Yes, it is. OK, I’m going to play hardball, here. You pick up Jeremy on your way home from work Friday and keep him for the weekend. You two relieve him of his virginity and bring him home Sunday with a big boost in self-confidence, and I’ll help you. It may take more than one weekend, but we can talk about that later.”

“Merilee! Are you serious! What will Ted think?”

After playing with her food for a moment, Merilee looked Katrina in the eye and declared “This is woman’s business. I know Jeremy would never tell Ted about this. If Ted knew, it would really strain his relationship with you two. I don’t want that to happen.”

“What you’re not saying is that as studly as your hubby is, he’s way too conventional for something like this,” Katrina probed.

“I guess. I’ll bet he’s thought of taking Jeremy to a pro, but with two good friends...?”

“And Jeremy would go along with this?”

Snorting, Merilee said “First stupid question I’ve heard from you in a long time, K.”

Well aware that it was still a test of sorts, Katrina offered “OK. We trade a sexually initiated Jeremy for a list of names at eight Sunday evening, right?”

“Right. I’ll have an ambulance standing by, if I know you two.” Katrina would let her friend have that last shot.

“Damn, K! You should have let me talk to Merilee. I’m surprised she didn’t negotiate you out of your undies.”

“Oh, come on. This isn’t so bad. That is one well-built kid,” Katrina countered. “He’s a respectful, courteous kid, too. Just think how much we can help him have a good last year of high school.”

“Is he mechanical at all? Anything we can use as a ‘job’ to explain why we want him here?”

“That’s good thinking,” Katrina admitted. “He’s really good with computers. Let’s make up a computer project. We’ll have to pay him to convince Ted.”

“Is Jeremy going to have any say in this?” Celeste wondered.

“Of course. But let’s make sure there is no chance he will refuse.”

“I really think it should be his decision,” Celeste insisted. “I think we should even require him to do something tough to prove he wants it.”

“Hmmm. You’re right. That would be the best way to do this. Let me think about it.”

Katrina had arranged for Merilee and Jeremy to meet her at a picnic table in a park near their home. After friendly greetings, Katrina addressed the boy seriously. “Before we talk about anything else, Jeremy, I need you to promise that your dad will never know about anything what happens from this meeting.”

Completely mystified, Jeremy nodded, but that wasn’t good enough. She browbeat him into a very firm verbal promise.

“Sorry to be so adamant, but I think you will understand in a while,” Katrina apologized. She reached across the table to hold both of his hands. He flinched a little but just blushed and did not pull back.

“I know some of it, Jeremy, but I want you to tell me very honestly what you think about your high school experience. Will you do that?”

“Um, yeah, well, uh, I’ve got all A’s.”

“That’s fantastic! I know how proud your parents are. I’ll bet that impresses the girls at school, doesn’t it?”

“Not hardly.”

“Really? What about some of the smart girls? Aren’t they impressed?”

“Um, I don’t really know. It’s not like they tell me, or anything?” he complained.

“You mean they don’t congratulate you when grades come out? What do you talk about with the girls in your group?”

“Group? I’m, uh, not really in any group,” he admitted.

“Jeremy, you’re a really good looking guy. I can’t believe the girls aren’t all over you. Why do you think they aren’t?”

“Good grades seem like more of a curse than anything - socially, I mean.”

“But what about the girls who get good grades? There must be some that you’d like to date.”

“Mrs., um...”

“It’s just Katrina, Jeremy.”

“ ... yeah, uh, why are you asking these questions?”

“That’s fair,” Katrina acknowledged. “Let me describe the situation. We’ve got you, this great looking genius guy who just can’t seem to interact with girls.

“Here’s my theory on why you can’t. Because you’re so smart, you are used to figuring things out and understanding them. When you run into something you can’t understand, you shy away from it. Well, no man can ever really understand women. So, being naturally reserved anyway, unable to figure out girls, and under extreme hormonal assault, you just avoid contact with them. Does that make sense?”

Jeremy stared at Katrina open-mouthed for a bit before dropping his head.

“Now, we also have two old women, that’s me and Celeste, who are starved for sex. We would like to hire you for the weekend for a fake computer project. That’s to fool your dad. We will teach you a lot about women and relieve you of your virginity. In return, we expect to get some great sex from a handsome, virile young stud. Does that sound like something you would be interested in?”

Jeremy gasped, threatened to hemorrhage from most of his visible skin, and frantically looked back and forth between Katrina and his mother.

Seeing that he might not be able to speak for a while, Katrina told him “Just so there is no mistake, we would like you to come to our house Friday after school and stay until Sunday noon. It will be two days of all of the sex we can handle, and all the learning about women that we can squeeze in. Of course, you would have to be willing to accept our older bodies, but we’re both in good shape.

“I don’t want you to answer right now. We will get together in another day or so. If you want to do this, I will require that you do something that you will find really difficult to prove that you are serious. I’m not going to tell you what it is. Just decide for yourself if this is important enough to you that you will do almost anything to make it happen.”

With that, Katrina got up quickly and left.

Katrina was still on the way home when Merilee called from her bedroom. “What are you going to make him do?”

“Nothing much, really. Just strip in front of both of us.”

When Merilee was silent for a while, Katrina warned her gently “Hon, you’d better get your hand out of your panties before Jeremy catches you. Until Sunday, he won’t understand.”

Brash, in-your-face Merilee actually released a little whimper. That was too good an invitation to pass up for Katrina. “Why don’t you join us for brunch Sunday. Of course, the dress code is birthday suits.” Little did she know how that nude Sunday brunch would evolve.

“R ... really?” That response from Merilee left Katrina briefly speechless. Then, she chided herself. She should have realized the emotional and sexual intensity between mother and teenaged son. “B ... but K, he’ll never strip. I can’t imagine...”

“Convince him, Hon,” Katrina urged. “Let him know you support it fully. Oh, and just a thought: who should be the first mature, naked female that a young man sees?”

“But I’m not a hard body like you two,” Merilee protested after a gasp.

“But you’ve got all of the interesting parts and none of them are disgusting by a long shot. Just think about it, but for sure, work on Jeremy to convince him.”