Chapter 5

One evening in our bedroom, we both lay on our sides, with May behind me. May was fingering me with one hand, while tweaking my nipples with her other hand, all the while laying soft kisses on the side of my neck.

“Hey, Lover,” she said between kisses. “I have a question.”

“What is it, sweetie?”

“So ... go into this with an open mind, and know I don’t have anybody in mind,” she said between more kisses. “And this is theoretical. What if we both found another girl we liked? Like, a lot.” She softly nibbled on my neck, leaving the question unasked, but known.

I shifted around to my back, looking at her. Her fingers still slid inside my wet pussy. “Are you serious, sweetie?” I asked, eyebrows knotted.

She nodded her head. “Only in theory.”

I let out a small sigh. “If we both liked her. And if it was consensual. And she liked all of us. And it was not awkward.” I shrugged. “Hell, I would take 20 girls, as long as I was with you at the night’s end.”

She smiled and kissed me softly on the lips. “I love you so much, June. And yeah. I feel the same way. But no boys!”

I giggled and agreed, no boys.

After a couple of months into our affair, we never grew bored with each other. When I awoke each morning and found my love lying there next to me, asleep or awake, my heart would pitter-patter like it had the first time we met.

May always marveled at seeing me naked. I like to keep fit by exercising, especially running, but I never saw myself as an attractive woman. But May could spend hours going over my body with her fingers, exploring every little bit of me, even the parts she had called gross less than one hundred days ago.

And we found ways to keep it fresh.

During a couple of runs, we hurried into the woods to finger fuck each other. On one stormy summer day, we sat beside each other on a bench at a county park, looking at the rain pitter pattering in the pond in front of us, all the while with our fingers deep inside of the pussy of the other. That reminded me a bit of our first time, though the lack of thunder this time did calm our nerves.

Another time at a city park, we stopped at an observation deck overlooking the river. As I leaned on the deck, relaxing in the warm morning sun, May suddenly knelt behind me, yanked down my shorts and began licking my butthole. She would not stop until I orgasmed.

At one point, after slobbering a bunch of spit on my starfish, she spread my cheeks to her soft blowing, the gentle summer breeze, and the warm sunshine – all just for a brief moment – until she resumed diligently rimming me.

When we went to a local city festival one day, we held hands in public for the first time. Those who did not know us would pass us off as a mother-daughter holding hands. Those who did know us knew of May’s mother and father and that May had come to live with us, once again dismissing this as the affections of a mother-figure and daughter-figure.

We stopped at a booth that sold honey, getting a jar of strawberry-flavored honey.

“I hope you enjoy it,” said the kindly elderly lady as we paid.

“I am going to put it on the thing I love to eat the most when we get home and chow down big time!” May said with a massive grin on her face. I hid my giggle.

When we got home, we promptly went upstairs, pulled off our shorts, I lay in bed with my legs open, May generously applied some honey to my nipples and pussy, and she went to town!

Having May lick the honey off my nipples was incredibly erotic. Her lips became sticky, my nipples became sticky, and her lips stuck a little bit to my skin as she ran her tongue along the stiffening digit. It took a while and a lot of work, but she eventually got it all!

While she did this, I lay still with my legs wide open, fearing the honey would drip off me. We were fortunate in it did not – getting honey out of the sheets would have been a bitch!

She eagerly lapped the sweetness off of my pussy, tonguing me deeply to make sure none had seeped deep inside of me, and giving me a nice little tongue fuck for good measure.

The days were getting warmer, but the days to return to school were getting closer.

Then, a bizarre thing happened. You seem only to read one of those fantastic things in poorly written fiction, looking for a “resolution” to a minor problem.

I had a rich aunt who died. She had no children. What she did have was millions of dollars in her bank account from a company she had once run decades ago, selling for more millions of dollars than she had used for.

Aunt Vee liked me, for some reason. We only saw each other once every couple of years, but it was like we were old friends, and she always bought me nice stuff.

But Aunt Vee was also quite old and died of natural causes that summer.

And she left it all for me.

Yeah, I told you it was like bad fiction.

She did not have enough family to fuss over it, so the money went quickly into my bank account. Needless to say, working at the store was pretty much not an option for my life anymore. I became one of the wealthy unemployed.

I thought about getting a new house, but the one we lived in was quite nice for our needs, so we stayed. I did, however, get rid of a lot of the old furniture Hubby had stocked in the house ages ago and replaced it with stuff that was a lot nicer and a lot more comfortable.

I also got us a nice big TV for the living room, and a couple of nice big TVs for Shelly’s room and for May and me.

Meanwhile, Shelly had caught the running bug and started running with May and me for some of our runs. I loved it. Shelly and I had always gotten along famously – having something to do together that we both loved was an absolute joy, especially when my young lover was with us.

Shelly and May wanted to run the Columbus Half Marathon simultaneously as the full marathon. So, they began training with me, though I went further during most of those runs, while Shelly and May walked around the park or trail or wherever we happened to run, talking with each other.

A couple of times, I found them walking through the park hand in hand, one of the sweetest things I had ever seen.

Seeing the two of them get together so famously made my heart swell.

One evening, we lay cuddling on the couch, watching another movie, holding hands. May was looking at her ring.

She sighed. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, June,” she said softly.

I kissed the top of her head. “I do, too, sweetie. But remember ... I will be old and wrinkly in a few years! What will you think of me, then?”

She giggled. “I will love your old wrinkly ass, then!” She turned and kissed me. “I don’t know how I got to be the luckiest girl. Must have found a whole field of four-leaf clovers or something!”

I laughed aloud. “May, you are one of the most beautiful, sexiest, sweetest, most intelligent girls I have ever known. You, my love, are an absolute knockout! And ANY girl out there would feel blessed to have you between her legs.”

May giggled and bit her lips, jumping from the sofa, grabbing my hand, and leading me towards the stairs.

We both stripped off our clothes and lay down in the bed in a sideways sixty-nine, making passionate love with each other before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone. I heard giggles from downstairs, so I threw on my shirt and descended the stairs to investigate.

Shelly and May were at the table, giggling and squeezing each other’s hands. They smiled when they saw me. May stood to give me a tender hug and a long kiss. Shelly sat at the table, grinning.

I sat at the table. “So, I guess the cards are all on the table now, huh?” I said with a smile.

May nodded vehemently while Shelly grinned in the background. “Yeah, I told her I’m gonna be her stepmom in a few years!” Both broke out into giggles. “Still trying to decide if I wanna be the evil or good one, though.”

I rolled my eyes.

May rested her head on her shoulders and looked at me, smiling. “I told her I am wild about you and never want to be away from you. I want to be a part of your life forever.”