Only Time Will Tell
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 5
Morning brought quiet voices then a feeling of moisture and the softness of lips and tongues on my early morning erection. I woke in time to let them know I needed to visit the little boys’ room and would be right back if they promised not to stop whatever they were doing. I got three giggles, accompanied by nods, and went to take care of my needs. After I drained myself, I wiped my pecker with a wet washcloth really quickly, then ran back out to see what my lady friends could come up with and what they had in mind.
I wasn’t disappointed. Charlene walked them both through a complete course in fellatio, having them take turns and showing them what I might like and how to tell whether I did or not. She also showed them what happens when teeth get in the way, just so they’d be able to make sure it didn’t happen. That was a wake-up call all in itself. Part of showing them the enjoyable activities was them witnessing my erection quickly fade, then return after the little scraping episode. It was worth it in the end.
Charlene offered to shower with Angelina and asked Debbie if she’d mind showering with me, then turned to me and said, “Chuck, remember, she’s new at this.”
“Not a problem, Charlie, and I’d love to. I know he won’t do anything I don’t want him to, and to be honest, I don’t think there is anything, at this point, I don’t want him to do, but for now, there is something else I want to do for him, then ask him for our first time to be a little more like last night, and not in the shower. You know, more romantic? Less soapy?” She giggled as she said it.
“Debbie, that’s an excellent idea. Let’s go wash up and you can try what you want, then we can take these girls home.” She smiled, kissed me, then took my hand and dragged me into the big shower enclosure.
I heard, “Come on, Angie, let’s go next door and see how clean we can get each other,” as I was following a strawberry blonde goddess wrapped in just a little satin into the next dimension. I’m really looking forward to being able to watch that other interaction take place in person as well, but for now, I had my marching orders.
With the water running, Debbie proceeded to shampoo my hair, wash me everywhere but my face, then handed me the washrag with some fresh soap so that I could take care of that. When I started doing it, washing my face, that is, I felt her go to her knees. She took my member in her hands and her mouth, then proceeded to practice what she had learned. Using a couple of soapy fingers behind my balls and up along my butt crack just brought me to finality that much sooner, and while she didn’t enter anywhere, just her gentle touch, the stimulation of the area, was enough to do me in.
After I had recovered and kissed her soundly, I returned the favor. The only difference was that while she was starting into her orgasm from my oral manipulations, I did enter her nether regions a little bit, maybe a half inch with my middle finger, just so I could hit some nerve endings that would help me send her over the edge. She tasted of cucumbers and watermelon, mixed in with a little salted honey, the texture and taste of which was driving me crazy. Making sure I didn’t lose a drop of that nectar by using my tongue to catch every morsel, as well as tease every nerve ending I could reach, were my main goals. Well, that and take her to a level of ecstasy she wouldn’t soon forget. The not so silent sharp scream told me it worked. I held her up to keep her from collapsing, then stood, held her in my arms and kissed her until we were pruning badly.
“Chuck, that was fantastic. I mean that. It was incredible. Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me, honey, just don’t ever tell me to stop and that will be thanks enough.” She nodded and kissed me again.
“You know, Charlie, my mother was very adamant about me not letting my life go the way she let hers drift away.”
“How’s that, hon?” I asked. I didn’t think for a minute that her mother was living an unseemly life. I knew her father disappeared when her mother came down with morning sickness, but other than that, I thought she was doing all right. That was all long before I entered the scene.
“She warned me that life gave you a few chances to make the right decision and that once made, one needed to form their life around that decision, not make new decisions based on the turns that life seemed to make.”
“I hate to ask this, doll, but what was her point?”
“Unlike my mother, I’m going to give myself to you. Permanently. I want you to take me and keep me and lead me. I know I’ll never be your wife, as I’m sure Charlene would be the better fit for that role, but I want you to make me your girl as well. I’m fairly sure Angie wants the same thing I do, although that will be between you and her, and of course Charlene. Please consider my offer. I’m making it in all sincerity. Keep in mind that I watched my mother bounce around different men for fifteen years or so, never making a decision, and to be honest, she died lonely.”
“I didn’t know that. I’m so sorry.”
“Then make me yours, keep me, give me a home, and guidance, and love, and make sure I don’t suffer the same fate.”
“I can do that, sweetheart, if you’re sure that’s what you want. You seem to be pretty adamant about it.”
“I am sure, and I am pretty adamant about it. I could never find a better man. Mom said so. She never forgave herself for letting you go, even if you weren’t all that thrilled with her, or ready to settle down, she always thought that she should have offered to wait until you were. She thought the sun rose and set on your shoulders. I want that to be my sunrise and sunset ... Forever, if you’ll have me.”
I nodded, and we kissed. It wasn’t a kiss of fervor and passion. It was a kiss of solidarity and love. It is amazing how things can turn so far, so fast, but it was real, and both of us knew it.
I looked deeply into her eyes, getting a smile and a couple of tears for my trouble. I kissed them away, hugged her tightly, then we got out of the enclosure and dried off. The four of us stopped for a few seconds, looking at each other through the doorway between the rooms, then smiled, kissed our partners, and traded back.
“She’s a noisy one, huh?” Charlene asked as she passed by Debbie, lightly tapping her on the butt.
The three of them laughed. What a wonderful start we had on our relationship. Who would ever have thought, just a few months ago, that anything this wonderful was even possible, let alone have it actually happen.
Being accompanied by three gorgeous women in short shorts, knit tops, and high heels, is a privilege few men will ever experience. Even fewer will experience it with three women who have made it very clear to that man that they want him for the long term. Romantically. Intimately.
Back at the airport, Charlene and Angelina took their seats in the back of the plane, the forward facing club seats, while Debbie and I did the preflight and prepared to leave. After I arranged myself in my seat, Debbie told me she was going to talk to Charlene and Angelina for a few minutes, then she’d be back, and she’d help me. I thought I knew what was happening, so I encouraged it and told her to take her time. It was about five minutes or so when she returned, smiling and wiping a tear from her eye. She kissed my forehead then climbed into the right seat, showing me just how long her legs really were. She removed her heels and pulled her seat up until she could reach the pedals comfortably.
“Since you went to all that trouble, I’m going to have you taxi her to the runway. Can you handle that?”
“Yeah. We have to do that once in a while to do maintenance checks and tests. Sometimes we move aircraft like that, too, but it’s generally easier just to use a tug or a lift. We have a new Aircraft Caddy at the school. It’s pretty cool. It pulls the front wheel on, and lifts the front end, then you pull it around like one of those big, motorized pallet jacks like you see at Costco. They taught us that a lot of people use tow bars and garden tractors for that, but to each his own, I guess.”
“Interesting. We’ll have to look into one of those. I may not always be able to pull through our hangar like I have it set up. There may be something else parked in there someday.”
“When it’s done, that is,” Debbie said, smiling.
“True. They need a few more months to get it built. In any case, that is now in your job jar. Don’t buy it yet, but shop for one and get me some prices, comparisons, and an explanation to convince me to get the one you want.”
“Oh, my. Your first real task assignment for me is to make my job easier. Go figure. This might be more fun than I thought.”
“It’ll be as much fun as you want it to be, sweetie. Let’s get ground control on the radio and let them talk you down to the end of the runway. I’ll take it from there, but I’d like you to shadow me.” She nodded, then I spoke to the controllers, letting her use their instructions to taxi our aircraft down to the runway hold position where I could take over once we were cleared for takeoff. She did a great job of getting us there without over revving the engines and stopped gently about ten feet short of the lines indicating where we needed to hold short of the runway. I could also tell by the smile that she was grateful for the opportunity, but the most impressive thing was the confidence she showed in handling the sophisticated aircraft. A device worth millions upon millions of dollars was mere putty in her hands.
The short flight back to Tucson held no surprises so I engaged Debbie as much as I could. I also called Charlene up to talk to her about the conversation. Her reply to my query about the future held a very short answer. “We’ll talk about it at home, Chuck. Mine, preferably. The girls are going to spend the night and leave from there. Neither has plans until later in the morning. We need to just spend a little more time together tonight, then in the morning, and then only time will tell where we wind up. Sound good?”
Debbie looked over at me. Charlene was already gazing directly into my eyes, then I saw Angelina, looking at me over her shoulder, waiting for an answer as well.
“It sounds wonderful. I’ve got to be the luckiest man in the world.”
“You probably are, Chuck,” Angelina said.
“Yep,” Debbie agreed.
“I’d say probably so as well, love,” Charlene said, ending the conversation. They went to sit down, and Debbie pulled the descent checklist. All I could do was smile. I had work to do. So much depended on me being very careful from then on.
The conversation was conducted over a snack of ice cream, cookies, and Bailey’s Liqueur. Once again, dress was informal, this time all three of the girls were wearing babydolls. Charlene’s was dark green with sheer panels highlighting her figure and just barely covering her nipples and vulva. Angelina’s was red, lace, for the most part sheer, save the front panel of the panties. Debbie’s was light blue, sheer mesh, with little pocket patches on the top covering just the tips of her breasts and leaving the rest open for our viewing pleasure.
Charlene opened the conversation with a simple statement. “Chuck, I’m in love with you. In just these few short weeks, I’ve come to know it’s true. Somehow, some way, these two street urchins,” the girls giggled, “have come to feel the same. Debbie’s pronouncement that she is yours, to do with what you will, is a testament to her feelings. I’m not sure what words she used with you, but I heard tell of a thrall and concubine in her explanation of her desires.”
Debbie blushed, smiled, and nodded. Then she looked down and started picking nonexistent lint from the sheets of the bed.
Charlene continued. “My position is simple. I want to be your partner. I want us to grow together as a couple should, if, of course, that is how you see our relationship as well.”
I nodded. It’s all I could do at the time. I was speechless, waiting with bated breath for Angelina to add to the discussion.
Charlene nodded to Angelina, urging her to follow up with her feelings.
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