Chapter 34: Girls’ Night Out

The Circle was in full swing when we arrived on Thursday evening. Vanessa had produced a magnificent dinner again. Further, we learned that she was doing portion control on an individual basis. Thus, although I could have eaten the table, I got a modest portion of the entrée, and no dessert. I guess she’d heard me worrying about my weight. I asked for seconds, but got nicely told, “No.”

My daughters and their husbands had finished their move into Acre Woods that week, so the meal was also a bit of a celebration of that event as well as Debbie’s soloing in the Cessna. The condo they had in Chicago still had furniture staged in it, so it would hopefully sell soon. Most of their important possessions had arrived by truck on Tuesday. I did note a few boxes still around.

Doug had also flown down from Boston with Trish, bringing his wife Karyn. Thus, there were sixteen at the long table for dinner. I was pleased to discover that Bob had insisted that Vanessa have a seat at the Circle dinner table. She wasn’t participating in other activities, but she had obviously become a beloved member of the overall family.

I gave Vanessa a warm and loving hug when I caught up with her in the kitchen. She cuddled into me and asked for me to hug her tighter. Then, something magical happened. We kissed. It was very tender and lasted perhaps thirty seconds. We didn’t want to part, but we did.

I smiled at her as we pulled apart and got a shy smile from her, too. I could see that just maybe she was coming out the shell I had felt she was in when we’d first met. I arranged for Vanessa to sit next to me. In a brief aside, she said, “Everybody here can call me Van. I don’t mind, and I kind of like it as a nickname.”

People helped carry dishes to and from the table so that Van didn’t have to serve the large group of us by herself. I put myself on the clean-up team, and we made short work of putting dishes in the two dishwashers and saving leftovers in the giant refrigerator. The house also had a walk-in freezer built into the garage building.

Vanessa disappeared after the kitchen was neat and ready to serve breakfast. The rest of us settled in a dimly lit living room that soon became the loving room. My pleasure that evening included Karolann, Karyn, and Trish. I cuddled Kim and Debbie in our bed overnight.

Again during our lovemaking part of the evening, I saw Van peeking at the larger group of us from the foyer doorway. She was wearing a long dark t-shirt, but had it hiked up so that she could finger herself and rub her clitoris. She was very attractive and even sexy dressed that way. I was pretty sure that I saw her have an orgasm before she disappeared.

Friday, Kim, Debbie, and I did remote work for TNA after a morning run with some of the others in the house. I noted that Doug was also doing some remote work for Fidelity. He and I also had a good discussion about the energy sector of the economy over lunch.

Friday’s dinner was a cookout – the first of the season. Van rushed around putting side dishes out and making sure the volunteer grill chefs knew what to do, how long to cook the steak medallions, and so on. When it came time to serve, she also played the nutritionist again and divvied up portions for weight control by each of us.

The evening got chilly as the sun set, so the group migrated back to the ‘loving room’. Except for engaging with different partners, we duplicated the evening before. The six men were outnumbered by the nine women. Van had disappeared again, but only temporarily. When sexual liaisons were seriously underway, she reappeared at the place where she could peek at much of the room and the open and loving sexual liaisons that were taking place.

I was with June and Jan when I spotted Van. I made a gesture for her to join us. She smiled and waved a finger back-and-forth at me. I wasn’t sure what the gesture meant, but she didn’t come into the room. That night I had Kim and June in my bed. They were still cranked up, and proved to me that they were more than capable of another half-dozen orgasms each. I was the happy voyeur, but allowed them their sapphic time together.

Saturday, we did another run in the morning. Penny paced me on the run and we kind of talked as we ran, which was hard to do at our pace. She’d engaged a lawyer in Denver to handle the divorce. Bart had been served, complained bitterly that he didn’t want a divorce, yet wanted to negotiate the settlement. Her lawyer told her that he used outrageous language regarding her and the situation she’d left him in. They did not have a prenup and Colorado was a community property state, so the deal was fifty-fifty unless there were some extenuating circumstances.

Apparently on Friday, the women had decided that they wanted a different kind of evening, so they’d planned something different for everyone. They wanted a girls’ night out, but with the safety net of having the men nearby in case they got in ‘trouble’ – whatever that might look like. After describing a few scenarios, the males decided to join them, but not be with them. The evening became a night off for Van, and, no surprise, she opted not to go with the group. She wasn’t ready to be that social yet.