Chapter 2: Babe, Gabby, and Stacy

Linda thought it was best to drop me off at the house we had used as practice, which made sense.

During this round of training (the first round, as far as my memory was concerned), we still stopped by to see Gabby and Stacy for Butt plugs. And we still had a seriously extraordinary love fest with those two cuties.

As far as I was concerned, our encounter happened a year and a half ago.

Linda dropped me off for a week after that encounter. And, yes, before you ask: I did hear the screams of pleasure vocalizing from Linda and me coming from the bedroom when I arrived. And, yes, I sorely wanted to take a peek, but I had work to do. Damn it.

Even though we had only that one encounter with Gabby and Stacy, we still got to know them quite well and became good friends. We found that they loved to run.

So, I put on my cutest running outfit, checked the time, and went to the recreation path for some exercise.

Gabby and Stacy did not run together often, at least not now. Later on, they would move in and run with each other at every opportunity. That had not happened yet, however.

I knew Stacy would be out running at this time, however.

Sure enough, I ran into her a few miles into my run.

“I was just thinking about you a couple of minutes ago!” She said with a laugh. She looked at me from under fluttering eyelashes. “How is the plug doing? Are you using it right now?”

I laughed and, without a word, dropped my shorts and showed her the plug. She laughed and dropped her shorts, showing me hers. We quickly pulled our shorts back up and bumped butts.

“Clink!” she said with a giggle.

We exchanged pleasantries for a while – she asked about Linda, and I told her she was out doing some research. Stacy said Gabby was working on some of the displays at the shop.

We then exchanged hugs and ran in our merry ways.

I was not going to move too fast.

Meanwhile, Linda bought a house a couple of blocks from Main Street. As much as I would have loved to watch her and me have sex, I did have a job to do.

The house was also near the bike path. Because I didn’t have anything else to do, I used it extensively.

And, yes, I ran into Stacy or Gabby every time I went out there. Those were not coincidences.

Gabby was a little bit more mysterious to talk to. I figured on that happening. And, again, I was not in a rush.

Stacy, meanwhile, grew comfortable quickly. Within a week, she was visiting my house, and I was visiting her.

And, before you get all judgy or anything here, let me set the record straight: Linda and I love each other dearly. We have both let each other know we love each other dearly and intend to spend the rest of our lives together.

However, we also have no room for jealousy. I understand an emergency could arise where I am not around, and she needs to move through time quickly. If another person is required to help her achieve that orgasm, then it is in her best interest.

We had also both had sex with Gabby, Stacy, and Real Man. Many times, with the presence of the other. It was pretty hot watching her with another woman.

She also knew that, for all of this to work, I would very most likely have to have sex with Gabby or Stacy or both. She encouraged it. I also knew that she was most likely going to have to have sex with future me and future Linda, which was a hot thought. I also encouraged her.

So, when Stacy walked into my house for the first time and casually pulled off her shirt, I would not argue. And when her shorts hit the ground, my mouth was practically watering.

She turned to me with a smile while walking towards the living room. “You’ve already seen me naked before, so no biggie, right?”

I nodded eagerly, taking off my shirt and shorts.

Before I knew it, she was lying on top of me on the sofa, kissing me passionately, both of our hands between the legs of the other. I honestly have no recollection of the events that led there, but I certainly was not going to argue.

Passionately, we kissed. Passionately, we fingered each other, grunting lovingly with the touch of the other.

By the time we got done fingering each other, I had cum three times, she had cum four, our fingers were soaked, and the sofa cushions were going to need a good washing.

She stood up, took my hand, and walked me over to the nearest door, letting a little huff of frustration at finding a closed door. I nudged her to a door on the other side of the room. “Bedroom is over there, sweetie,” I said.

She grinned and led me into the bedroom, pushing me into the sheets, spreading my legs, and going down on me with a hungry gusto that made me explode almost immediately.

Her phone pinged. She glanced at it as she fingers fucked me briefly. “It’s Gabby. What should I tell her, “She said with a giggle as she devoured my pussy again.

“Tell her you are catching up with an old friend,” I groaned. “One who is very happy to see you.” She looked up at me with glowing eyes. She quickly grabbed the phone, typed, and returned her mouth to my watering tunnel.

Her phone pinged again. “She wants to know if it’s anybody she knows.”

I let out a deep breath, my chest heaving in pleasure. “Let her know that it is ... and it is someone who would love to see her again, as well.”

She giggled and typed.

The phone pinged. “She said she is not sure who you are, that I should stop playing games (she giggled at that) and that I need to be a good girl and tell her who you are.”

Stacy giggled again and continued to give me an excellent head. She had used fingers from both hands to spread me wide, running her tongue around in circles inside of my tunnel and along my spread lips, driving me crazy.

“Tell her that you are driving me so fucking crazy that I am having a difficult time thinking straight, so I do apologize. But let her know that we have both enjoyed each other’s company in the recent past intimately and intensely.”

Stacy giggled and typed in my message. She continued eating me lovingly.

The phone rang.

She picked it up. “Hello? Oh, sorry. Video. Damn rings sound the same.” She pulled the phone from her ear, looking at the screen. “Heya, Gabby!” She said, curling her hair with one finger, waving her other hand, grinning, and glancing at me.

“Why Stacy,” I heard Gabby’s posh, professional voice say. “I do believe your face is quite drenched. Did I catch the two of you at a bad time?”

Stacy giggled. “Nope! Caught us at a great time!” I giggled too, then let out a small groan as she stuck a finger inside of me, her thumb flicking at my clit. “Just catching up with old times and stuff like that. You know. Girl stuff!”

Gabby gave a hearty laugh. “I do know you quite enjoy your girl stuff, Stacy.”

Stacy dropped the phone and giggled, her eyes squeezing shut. She picked the phone up, putting on her best pouting face. “A girl’s gotta have fun, you know! All work and all sex make Stacy very happy!” She smiled into my eyes and handed the phone to me, the screen still facing her. “Here, watch this trick!”