Chapter 20: Girlfriends

(18 Minutes)

Penelope was in the bed. Her head was on the pillow as she looked at the bathroom door. Still fully awake, she said, “Damn, it sounds like you wore that woman out. You got anything left for this woman?”

I shook my head at her and replied, “This weekend is for Dorothy. Unfortunately, you’re just going to have to live vicariously through her.”

“Well hell, that sucks,” her reply was anything but surly. It was lighthearted. Being so comfortable with each other, she had evidently decided that napping nude was fine. When she sat up, her bare shoulders came out from the covers. Her pale, deep cleavage was clearly in view, ending at the top of the sheet covering her breast. I didn’t think to put something more on other than my towel before I sat on the bed next to her. Sitting there, we talked only a short bit more about how Dorothy and I had ended up in the hotel room. It continued on even when the sheet slipped down under one of her breasts. Its nipple was darker and bigger than when I had last seen it, and she didn’t bother to recover the sheet.

I explained that Dorothy had no idea what I actually did for a living, and I wanted it to stay that way. And, seeing as she hadn’t yet used my pseudonym of Doe, which was all she knew for my last name, I told her not to bring up my last name at all. Any other pertinent information on me was also off-limits. I was happy in my sleepy little town. All the off-limits topics would do is throw my life into chaos. Penelope agreed and continued talking about how she was always horny. To that end, she said, “You’re basically naked, and I am, too. So, are you sure you couldn’t give me a roll for a couple minutes while Dorothy is still in the bathroom?”

“Have you ever known me to give you a roll just for a couple of minutes?” I asked in return.

“No, damn it,” she answered. After failing to get her a tumble, the conversation turned mostly to Marco and how things were going with her and her pregnancy.

Penelope started mentioning Cheryl’s stepmom. I immediately said, “I don’t want to hear about that bitch ever again.” At that, she dropped the subject altogether.

Embarrassed she had brought the subject of Cheryl’s stepmom up, she turned to what she was comfortable with. “You sure I can’t talk you into a quickie?” She then realized her tits were showing and offered them up, with small jiggles. “You get these as an extra bonus.”

Dorothy came out of the bathroom right as Penelope had finished asking me about a roll in the hay with her tits in her hands. Dorothy was in her short robe; her legs looked delicious. I thought I could see her pussy at the base of it. The extremely quick peek showed only skin, meaning I was only imagining seeing her pussy. Dorothy asked, “What are you two talking about?”

Penelope was more honest than needed. “John giving me a quickie, with my tits being the extra bonus.”

“Pea!” I said, not believing the boldness.

“What!? You turned me down. How about you, Dorothy? You want to give me a try?” Penelope propositioned.

“What?” Dorothy wasn’t appalled but seemed perplexed.

Penelope was bewildered at why Dorothy was perplexed by the proposition. “You’ve never been with a woman before,” her statement was more of a question.

“No, I haven’t,” she answered the non-question.

“Ever thought about it?” It was clear Penelope wanted someone between her thighs.

“Yes, a couple of times, but only in passing,” Dorothy answered, truthfully, though it made her blush.

“So why didn’t you?” Penelope pushed.

I patted the bed for Dorothy to come and sit next to me. “Let’s not give her the third degree, Pea.”

Dorothy’s newfound confidence buttressed her, “No, it’s fine. It wasn’t the right time or place.”

“Hell, I find it always the right time and place when it comes to getting eaten. Usually, you just have to ask.” Penelope then asked, “Were you in church or something?”

Penelope wasn’t going to let the subject go until she got the full story. And I said as much to Dorothy, “You might as well tell her the whole story, or tell her enough. Because she won’t quit asking until you do.”

“Ok,” Dorothy had decided on the story. Her voice trembled a bit at the start. “John, don’t hate me, but a couple of times when Cheryl stayed at the house with Helen, I caught them. I saw them in the midst of pleasuring each other while making love. I know I should’ve stopped them. Instead, I just watched them, shocked and thrilled all at the same time. The girls poured out their affection for each other. They were whispering sweet nothings. I couldn’t hear clearly as they were pleasuring each other. They were lost in a gambit of light kisses and hands rubbing and gliding over each other’s breasts and ass. I know I should’ve stopped them when they press their vaginas together. I guess it was their way to make love by grinding them together. They looked so in love that I just couldn’t bring myself to end it. Helen has somebody who loves her wholly and willingly showed her it by giving her the pleasure only lovemaking can bring. It’s something I haven’t known for my whole life until recently. In fact, I didn’t think I’d ever know it. Since that first time, I’ve seen them locked in embraces twice. Both times I couldn’t help but sit watching them. While sitting there, I wondered what it would be like to have someone that loved me so fully, whether it be a man or a woman.” She then got a little bit of a concerned look on her face and said, “So I guess our girls are lesbians.”

“I’m pretty sure that neither of the girls is a true lesbian. I’m pretty sure they both like boys,” I said, unable to tell her about Cheryl’s random attempts to seduce me. Or Helen’s climbing in bed with me with much the same intent, no matter how unaware she was of her intentions. “For now, they’re perfectly happy with just each other. But at some point, boys or later men will enter the scene. And if I’m wrong, that’s fine also. It’s good to have someone that you love, that loves you in return.”

I noticed Penelope had stayed completely out of the conversation but listened closely to what was said. She finally added to the talk, “I can kind of see why you said it was the wrong time. But on the other hand, you could’ve always asked your daughter if she minded sharing Cheryl. I’m betting that she’d have done it for you.”

“Pea, what are you saying? That’s just crazy. Cheryl is just a young girl,” Dorothy said to the suggestion.

Penelope wasn’t going to give up on her suggestion so easily and commented, “Cheryl is a young woman who obviously knows what she likes. And she could’ve possibly benefited from the experience. Actually, both of you could’ve possibly benefited from the experience.

Dorothy looked over at me, looking for support. “John, what do you think?”

I hated not supporting Dorothy’s position, but I didn’t. “I’m not sure that I disagree with Pea. The two girls are really two young women. They’re old enough to know what they want to do with their bodies. And, as long as there’s no coercion involved, I’m not sure what the harm would be in the experience. I’m sure that you would’ve approached it in a loving, kind way. And explained all the short- and long-term emotional pitfalls that engaging in sex with another person involves. It’s like us here this weekend. We know that there are possible emotional and social ramifications. Yet as adults, we know all that entails and are willing to accept those risks for the rewards a weekend like this can offer.”

Dorothy wasn’t completely sold, “Yeah, I don’t know if it would’ve been the right thing to do. Or if it would ever be the right thing to do.”

I further explained, “It’s not that I expected you to proposition Cheryl the moment you get home. But if it seemed right, and there would be no immediate or long-term negative consequences from it. I’m not sure I’d have a problem with you doing that at some point in time in the future.”

Penelope decided to pipe in, “Dorothy, I think with your level of hesitancy about the whole idea, I don’t think it’d be wise. Your first encounter with a woman shouldn’t be with your daughter’s girlfriend. That’s just fraught with bad possibilities overall.”

Changing the subject none too subtly, I said, “So, I say we drop the whole idea for now.’ Cause, I personally could have a nap. And it’s every guy’s dream to be the meat in between two pieces of sexy bread.”

Penelope chimed in first. “Oow, I’m up for that.”

Dorothy wasn’t such a big fan of the idea of me napping next to the woman who had just propositioned her. And doubly so after being told she had propositioned me, “Sure, I could use a nap. And I don’t mind sleeping in the middle. The bed seems plenty big enough for all three of us.”

Penelope deduced Dorothy’s real reason for not wanting me in the middle. “Yeah, I’m cool with that. And, I hope you don’t mind; I’m nude under here.” She pulled back the covers, displaying all the curves of her naked body for Dorothy. “I always sleep this way, even when napping.”

Dorothy didn’t look away. It was her turn, and she visually evaluated the curves that made up the luscious pale-skinned body with its small pouch above bald plumping lips. It was as if Penelope knew that showing off her body was a way to push Dorothy into getting naked. As there was an unspoken competition between the two, she was using it to manipulate Dorothy into doing what she wanted.

Dorothy took the bait. She stood up and turned her back to me before she pulled back the covers. She slid the robe, which barely covered her, off her shoulders, giving me a fine view of her heart-shaped ass. She said cattily, “No. I don’t mind. I hope you don’t mind that I like to nap in the buff, also.” When she turned to me, I was surprised to see not only had she cleaned out my spunk. She had taken the time to shave her pussy bald. I stared at the luscious new look but said nothing, drawing attention to the change.

The statement was so obviously untrue from the mother of two that Penelope smiled at her triumph. She had Dorothy, climbing into the bed naked. “No, I don’t have a problem with that at all.” Cheekily, she added, “But I hope you don’t snore.

Dorothy held the covers back for me and poked back at Penelope, “John, come on and climb in next to me.” She scooted over into the middle of the bed, making room for me.

Before I ended up in the sheets, Penelope again tried to manipulate my actions. She said, “Surely you’re not going to be the only one in bed that’s not naked, are you, John?” She asked.

“Well, since you’ve asked so nicely for me to strip down, I guess what else can I do? But first, Dorothy, are you okay with it?”

There was a slight air of superiority as Dorothy smiled, “No, that’s great. I love the feel of you pressed to me. I’m sure it will make my nap that much better.”

Dropping the towel on the floor, I slid onto the bed. “Well, I guess it’s naked napping today.”

Not letting Penelope get the first word in Dorothy said, “Oh, I wish it was naked napping every day. It’s too bad that we only have today to do it.”

Making sure she got at least a little bit of a dig-in. Penelope said, “Well, after what I heard earlier coming from the bathroom ... I’m pretty sure this won’t be the last time you two end up naked napping.”

Neither Dorothy nor I responded. We knew Penelope was just trying to get our goat, and we weren’t going to fall for such an obvious ploy. Dorothy turned her head temporarily to me and placed her lips on mine. It was a long, lingering kiss that she gave me. With it came a light, unnecessary contrived moan. She then scooted back tight against me and wrapped my arm around her by taking my hand and placing it on her breast. She gave the back of my hand a light squeeze.

I wasn’t surprised when I felt Penelope shift closer to Dorothy. Her hand gently stroked my partner’s cheek before placing her lips on Dorothy’s. I could hear the long sensual kiss as it progressed and felt the quake in Dorothy’s body from the sexual tension the kiss generated. From what I heard, I could only imagine Penelope had enticed Dorothy’s mouth to accept her tongue. The gasps from Dorothy could be heard along with the smacking of lips. When the kiss ended, Penelope scooted even closer to Dorothy, having Dorothy spoon her. Dorothy didn’t try and reject Penelope’s body slithering into hers but seemed to let it mold into her naturally. The difference was Penelope had taken Dorothy’s hand, and instead of having her cup her breasts, she guided it down her body. She spread her thighs slightly, putting Dorothy’s hand squarely on her cunt before closing her legs back and capturing it there.

I don’t know how long or even if two women had napped, but the first time I stirred was when Penelope got out of bed. I looked at her, and she said quietly, “I’m just running to the bathroom real quick.” I noticed when she said it that Dorothy had already abandoned me. I am a bit of a furnace. She likely got hot and curled into me, having the heat utterly surrounding her.