Chapter 11

Two women in love, one quite a bit older than the other, lay naked together on a bed, facing each other, wrapped up in each other’s arms. Their relationship was a secret one; from the beginning, they had felt a need to keep it hidden from the rest of the community, even their closest friends. However, a recent blessed event had opened up the possibility of finally going public. They were in the midst of a discussion about that very matter.

“I probably know Isabella as well as anyone around here,” said one. “She’s mysterious, and reclusive, and she’s been hanging around with Orval and Clair entirely too much lately. But just when you’re about to pin the label of Bitch of the Century on her, she goes and does something like that. It’s typical.”

“I was telling Abby,” said the other, “that I wasn’t expecting anything from Isabella, not at all. But then, she surprised me and showed up last night with the birth certificate. That’s actually one of the biggest favors anyone has ever done for me ... and it was totally out of the blue. There was nothing in it at all for her. It just seems to be a random act of kindness.” The two of them drew in close and exchanged a long, wet, passionate tongue kiss.

They were the strange pairing that no one among the Fraggers knew about. Up till now, they’d gone to great pains to keep their love out of sight. Taff, the fortysomething (but still attractive) blonde physicist with world-class credentials. And Hannah, the young (but not as young as people thought), baby-faced, short haired brunette who was a humble pilot and tram operator.

Isabella had, unknowingly, solved their biggest problem for them. Speculation was running rampant as to Hannah’s true age. The notion that Taff was romantically involved with someone many deemed to be a teenager would not have been received well by the general public. The situation was further complicated by Taff’s shaky standing in some social circles due to the wormhole generator failure. Because of all that, they’d remained in the shadows.

Taff had wanted to go public. “Screw ‘em,” she told Hannah one time. “I love who I love. You’re an adult woman. Who cares what people think?”

But Hannah had implored her to remain closeted. “It galls me to think that I can’t prove my age, but if anything bad happens to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself.” Despite Taff’s gentle encouragement and pointing out over and over that they were doing nothing wrong, Hannah had remained steadfast. And thus did their relationship stay hidden.

Now, however, they had documentation which supported Hannah’s actual age of nearly twenty-four. But they would talk later about what it all meant, for they had more pressing needs to attend to at present. Their kisses deepened. Taff eventually broke away and started raining soft kisses along Hannah’s neck, passing downward between her breasts, where she paused to bathe each nipple with her tongue. Abruptly, Taff came up into a kneeling position. She grabbed Hannah’s ankles and assertively spread her lags, revealing the pussy on which she was yearning to feast. And feast he she did. A couple of orgasms later, Hannah was sated, but only partly, for this was but an appetizer for the main course.

“Shall I bring out Bruno?” said Hannah with a sly grin.

Taff nodded eagerly in anticipation. “Strap him on, and go to town on me,” she growled, getting down on all fours, assuming the position.

“Bruno” was a large strap-on dildo that had been anonymously manufactured in Cape Canaveral by the Spacers – a society well known for their sexual decadence. Hannah opened a drawer in a dresser next to her bed and produced Bruno. He was indeed a sizeable penetrator, with a leather harness that fit perfectly around Hannah’s hips – they’d had it custom-made. It also had a small attachment with rubbed up against Hannah’s clit – once the dildo was in place, she moaned slightly as the attachment made teasing contact with that part of her anatomy.

Next, she brought out a jar of lubricant – this had also been procured from Cape Canaveral. She rubbed the lube all over Bruno. Taff would not be receiving Bruno vaginally. By now, Hannah knew quite well that Taff’s greatest degree of sexual pleasure was derived from a different orifice.

Hannah spread the lube all over the fingers of her right hand. She proceeded to rub more lubricant all over Taff’s anus, slipping one finger inside, and then two. There had been one memorable occasion when she’d gotten her entire fist inside, but that would not be the aim this time.

With Bruno in place, Hannah pressed the tip against Taff’s back hole. “Do it, honey,” Taff pleaded. “Do it.”

Hannah did it. She forced the tip into Taff’s anus, just a smidgen. Then, another smidgen. Then, one more. She’d been with Taff in this way enough times to sense when her sphincter had opened up fully. At that point, she slid the well-oiled Bruno in to the hilt in one smooth push.

“Oooooooooof!” Taff exclaimed. “Now fuck me!” Taff screamed. “Fuck my ass! Hard!”

Doing her best to oblige, Hannah started moving Bruno in and out, picking up the pace. As she did so, the pace of Taff’s potty-mouthed exhortations increased as well. “Fuck me! Fuck the fuckin’ shit out of me! I’m your ass slut! Your ass slut!” When Hannah believed it to be the right time, she reached between Taff’s legs and touched her swollen clit, while maintaining her rhythmic thrusts.

With that single touch, Taff completely went into orbit, screaming out in orgasmic ecstasy. Her screams became muffled as she started biting down on the pillow. Grabbing the bed sheets, she resumed howling as she ripped them away from the bed.

Hannah let the eruption wind down before withdrawing Bruno. She laughed as she wrestled her wild lover into submission.

A few moments later, they were lying side by side, exchanging sweet words and soft kisses.

“I’ll stop by the warehouse later and pick up some new sheets,” Taff said with a grin.

“It was worth it to see you cum like that,” replied Hannah.

“So,” said Taff, propping her head up with her hand, “do we go public now?”

Hannah nodded and smiled. “We go public. And I know the first person I want to tell.”

Hannah paid Abby a visit and told her later that evening. Upon hearing Hannah’s news, Abby’s jaw dropped, dumbfounded.

“You ... and Taff?” she said in disbelief.

“Me and Taff,” Hannah confirmed with a smile. “We’ve actually been together since before you arrived.”

Abby ruminated on this development for a moment. “I mean ... I can see why you didn’t tell anyone. It could have gotten really hairy for Taff. But now that you have that birth certificate, you can tell everyone to mind their own business.”

“I don’t like keeping things private,” said Hannah. “I’m an open, honest person. You know me by now. So, yeah ... this is a relief.”

“Now I know why you were reading a physics book that day you hung out with me in the lab.”

“Guilty,” smiled Hannah.

“And ... I also know why Taff was in the area when the wolves first attacked. I thought that was a little strange.”

“Those wolves,” said Hannah with a telling look, “kind of, um, interrupted something.” Abby started giggling; Hannah giggled at her response.

“I’m happy for you both,” Abby said at the conclusion of the giggle-fest. At that moment, Essence walked in the door.

Abby grinned at Hannah, who nodded. Essence became the second person to hear Hannah’s news.

“Wow,” Essence exclaimed. “Wow. I can’t say I was expecting to hear that when I came home. But good for you, Hannah. Good for you both.”

“Come on, Jimmy,” said Laird. “We need to get moving. School starts in less than thirty minutes.”

Nearly one week after the move to Philadelphia, Jimmy was still struggling to adjust to his new surroundings and his new routine. Laird, however, believed that his son would be fine. Even in the short time span following the move, Laird believed with all his heart that it had been the right thing to do.

And that wasn’t even considering the governorship offer that Orval had extended to him.

He now lived in an older townhouse, not too far from Philadelphia center city area. He’d been given prime accommodations, that was for sure. The house had lots of history, lots of character, unlike the sterile former military lodging he’d formerly tolerated.

Jimmy’s school was only a short walk away. And best of all, it was a real school, not a converted warehouse like at Delmarva. Jimmy’s teacher was a real teacher, with real teaching credentials, fully dedicated to teaching and only teaching. This is how it should be, thought Laird; he’d been telling himself that very thing too many times to count since the move.

After dropping Jimmy off at the school, Laird wandered on back home. Today was Thursday; he would not be reporting to his new job until Monday. The move had been completed, and he was now settled in. He had four more days of leisure to savor this new, wonderful environment. He had some straightening up to do in the house – a few things had not yet been stored in their final resting place – but he was looking forward to a quiet weekend at home with his son.

He was in the process of putting some things away when he heard a knock on the door. Who the hell could that be? he thought.

He opened the door; he was surprised to see Clair, in a simple blouse and jeans, appearing more causal than he’d ever seen her. “Hi, Clair,” he greeted her, “How are you today?” Not wanting to appear inhospitable, he motioned her inside.

“Good morning, Laird,” she replied, stepping inside with no hesitation. “The place looks great. I just wanted to drop by and see how you’re adjusting to your new life.”

“So far, so good,” Laird replied. “I love it up here. Jimmy’s gonna need some time, but he’ll come around. For me, everything is fantastic. Can I get you a refreshment of some kind?”

“Maybe in a little bit,” said Clair. “But I want to ask you something. Orval told me to tell you that the previous owner of this place left a small portable fan upstairs. Did you see it? She wants it back. Seems it has sentimental value to her. We’ll get you another one if you like.”

“Yeah, I saw it. Here, I’ll go upstairs and get it for you.” Laird headed upstairs to his room; Clair followed along behind him. Laird went into the closet and began rummaging around for the fan. While he was doing so, Clair kicked off her shoes. She lowered her jeans and stepped out of them. Then, she removed her panties underneath, discarding them onto the floor as well.

When Laird turned around, fan in hand, he saw Clair standing there. She was naked from the waist down but wearing a smile that was far from innocent. His mouth fell open; he was speechless.

“So, what do you think?” inquired Clair.

“Umm, Clair ... I’m not sure if this is a good idea.” Laird managed to get out.

“Not a good idea?” said Clair with a mock pout. “Wouldn’t you like to see what my kitty can do for you?”

Laird couldn’t help but notice that said “kitty” was hidden behind a thick bush of dark pubic hair. Regaining control of his faculties for a moment, he told her, “Clair, I repeat ... not a good idea. What happens if Orval finds out?”

“Oh, don’t worry about Orval,” said Clair with a dismissive wave of her hand. “We have an open relationship. I’m well aware of all the bimbos he fucks. He doesn’t give a shit if I go out and find a little fun of my own. So, let’s have some fun.” She strode up to Laird, pressed her lips against his, opened her mouth, and forced her tongue into Laird’s surprised mouth.

That did it. Laird was simply unable to resist a woman’s advances, regardless of his own reservations. Clair was about ten years older than Laird, not an ugly woman by any means, but neither was she super-attractive. She was a little bit too plain-Jane for Laird’s taste. Beauty-wise, she couldn’t hold a candle to Abby, or even, for that matter, Isabella. A voice continued to whisper to him, nothing good can come from this. However, almost any woman could approach Laird with this kind of a come-on, and Laird would be putty in her hands. This was his weakness, and Clair seemed to know that instinctively.

She pressed her hands upon Laird’s chest and forcefully pushed him down on his bed, immediately straddling his legs to hold him in place. “Let’s bring out that trouser snake and see what we have here,” she said huskily, going right for his zipper. With a quick tug, she had his fly open. Then, with each hand, she grasped one side of his pants and underwear and yanked them toward his feet. His cock sprang forth in front of her face. “Hmm ... not bad,” exclaimed Clair. “Not bad at all.”

She proceeded to take him into her mouth and started sucking him softly. Hmm, she’s good at this, thought Laird. She may not be a looker, but she knows how to give head.

Laird soon found out that Clair had no intention of finishing him off in that manner. She broke away and took his hand, pressing it against her already sopping-wet bush. “See how ready I am?” she purred. Before Laird could react, she rose up above his erection and then sat down on it. There flat on his back, Laird took in the delicious sensation of his manhood slipping wetly inside her. Before he even realized what had happened, she had engulfed him completely.

What happened next simply blew Laird’s mind. She started moving, and yet didn’t move. He could feel something massaging the exterior of his penis, and yet her body remained still. This sensation overwhelmed him and sent him toward the finish line far quicker than he could have imagined.

“What are you doing – what? Ohmigod, that’s insane ... Oh! Fuuuuuuuuuck!” he cried out, as he began to spurt jet after jet of semen into Clair’s womb. He rode out the high for as long as he could. When he finally came back to earth, he looked sharply at Clair. “What did you do? How did you do that?”

“I just moved my pussy muscles,” said Clair with a smug look. “Consider it a pussy massage. I do exercises to make sure I don’t lose that ability.” It comes in handy, she added silently to herself. “Anyway, you know what? I’m still pre-menopausal. We may have just made a baby. What do you think of that?”

In this society, in this setting, such a comment was not out of the ordinary. “I’ve often thought that Jimmy could use a younger sibling,” he replied. “We’ll just have to see what happens.” How will we know if the baby is mine and not Orval’s, he did not say.

At that point, they got fully undressed – both still had their tops on – and showered together, although no more sexual activity took place. Clair toweled off, got dressed, gave Laird a kiss on the lips, and another on the tip of his penis. “I have to run,” she explained. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Fine with me,” said Laird, once again unable to resist her siren song. “After I walk Jimmy to school, I have no plans.”

“It’s a date,” said Clair. “And tomorrow, I have nothing to do for the rest of the day.”

Clair showed herself out, carrying the fan she’d supposedly come to retrieve, while Laird lay on the bed, naked and lost in thought. She walked along the sidewalk for a stretch until she was sure she was out of earshot. She set the fan down on the sidewalk. From her purse, she produced a com device that was smaller and of a higher quality than those found at Delmarva.

“How’d it go, Clair?” Orval’s voice barked from the com.

“Couldn’t have gone better,” said Clair. “He’s gonna be easy.”

It was around eight o’clock in the morning. Abby and Essence were walking together on the cracked pavement that used to be Route 1. It was Hannah’s day off, so they’d opted to skip the tram. Abby was headed in to the lab for a typical work day. Essence needed to discuss a few things with Noah, so she and Abby would part ways near the com center. Essence planned to come in to work a little later.

Their topic of discussion was, predictably, Taff and Hannah, who had “officially” come out as a couple two days ago.

“In my time,” Abby said with a laugh, “people went ‘Instagram official’, announcing their new relationship all over social media.”

“Should we in 2081 be missing anything?” Essence said, rolling her eyes and grinning.