Chapter 4

Timeline – 2059 June 11, Friday

I woke to the feeling of hair brushing my belly and a tongue lashing at my morning hard-on.

“Tiff, don’t move. Stay right where you are. DO NOT move. OK?” She nodded, driving me insane, but I snuck out from under her and went to the head to pee. I came back, crawling right back in where I was. “That was murder, doll. I had to pee so bad, it almost hurt, and it would have made a terrible mess.”

“Maybe just a mess, Charlie. It wouldn’t have been that terrible from my standpoint.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, but that much urine in my bed just doesn’t sound fun.”

“No, Charlie, in a bed, maybe not. BUT, showers, pools, back yards, and such can make it a little less squicky if you get my drift.” She was grinning.

“I do, honey, I do,” I replied, with a cheese eating grin of my own.

She worked on me a while, edging me deliberately, then lowered her head until the tip of my dick was against her throat and swallowed. That was all it took. The talk of water sports and the feeling of her pulling my cock down her gullet pushed me over the edge. I came right down her throat. She coughed a little, then took the rest of my offering, swallowing it, and smiling.

“Eggs and toast?” she asked.

I started laughing. “Yes, dear, that will be fine. You are a wonder, little girl. You really are.” She giggled, kissed me, then ran off, in her stockings, to fix breakfast.

At ten, we were just watching TV and relaxing when the doorbell rang. Since Tiff was just wearing her hose, she ran into the bedroom, to put something on, but yelled to me that she’d get the door. I heard her run down, then back up the hall, the door opening, a lot of giggling, then I saw two gorgeous creatures in the family room doorway.

What Tiff ran to put on was her heels and her sheer panty and bra set from last night. Stunning.

The other beauty, one Wendy Parker, was wearing a sheer coverup over a hot pink underwired bikini with a very skimpy bottom and a top that just barely covered her nipples. Her shoes matched the bikini. High heeled hot pink leather strappy sandals. Delicious. These girls really had my number.

Holding Tiff’s hand with one of hers, with an overnight bag in her other, Wendy came to me for a hug, but when she leaned down, I reached out for her, held her by her flanks, softly massaging them, and kissed her. She met my kiss with just a bit of passion, a little tongue, and a bit of a moan. “Good morning, Charlie. Now I’m REALLY glad I came out.”

“Trust me, we are, too. I wanted to spend some time together before Amy got home and talk a little about you and what you are thinking. I’m pretty sure we know how we feel, and Tiff is new to the situation, but she seems pretty flexible, as long as she’s within arm’s reach of my fiancée.”

Tiff giggled, nodding at the same time. “I’m madly in love with Amy, Wendy, but I’ll tell you, over the last two days Charlie has treated me like a princess, and I’m falling madly in love with him as well. I can’t see me not caring for anyone these two people are fond of. I just can’t.” Tiff took that opportunity to lean forward when Wendy looked at her, kissing Wendy on the lips. It was a nice kiss, I could tell, but wasn’t particularly laden with passion. It was a friendly kiss showing promise, though, is how Tiff and Wendy explained to me later.

“Well, let’s do this, then. Let’s all go out back, lay out in the sun, get hot and bothered with oil and the works, and talk about it. I have plenty to say, but it will depend on whether Amy wants me around.”

“This should work out well, then, since she’s already related to Charlie and me both that she does. Want you, that is. I remember now her mentioning you to me. Didn’t you come out just a few weeks back and spend some time with them out there?” She pointed toward the pool area.

“That was one of, if not THE, the most fun and romantic days of my life, Tiff. I mean that, Charlie. That day sparked something in me that hadn’t existed. Come on, let’s not waste the morning sun dallying inside.” She pulled Tiff outside hollering over her shoulder. “You don’t need a suit, Charlie. Tiffany here won’t have anything on in a few seconds. You are gorgeous, Tiffany.”

“Thanks, Wendy. You are very pretty, too. I can see by the conversation, though, and the way you are around me, how they fell in love with you.”

“They what?”

“That’s what I heard. That day, and their conversations since, pretty much laid that out. They’re enamored with you, too.”

“Cool. I was hoping we had something. I’m kind of tired of being chased by heathens and wannabes. Much more fulfilling to know they may actually like me. These are real people. So, what’s your story, Tiffany?”

“Trust fund baby. My parents were in show business. Mom was Miss California then co-starred in a few movies. Dad was on the cast of the Young and the Restless for a long time, until about fifty-one. Their plane went down in the Caribbean when I was ten and I’ve been pretty much on my own since. I’ve lived with distant relatives, but they just wanted part of the bounty, not really worrying much about the kid in the background. I hid out and did my own thing until I was sixteen and got emancipated. You don’t have to have a job to get emancipated if you’re stinking rich. Anyway, after that, no one was getting their lunch hooks into my lunch money, so to speak. I met Amy in, I think it was January or February, let’s say January. I fell madly and passionately in love with her immediately, and I just graduated from high school last month. That’s me in a nutshell.”

“How much, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“In generalities, because I don’t share it with many people, very high in the eight-figure range. Almost into nine, and with the markets and such, it might be by now. Who knows. By the bye, you and Amy are the only ones that know about that, besides my lawyers and my accountants, of course. I haven’t even shared that with Charlie yet. My past never came up. We were too busy loving each other to talk about all that extraneous crap.”

The girls both laughed.

“What’s this about extraneous crap?” I said, walking out to them wearing my birthday suit with a towel over my shoulder and flip-flops on my feet. I’d heard most of the conversation and they filled me in on what I missed later.

“Nuttin’, honey!” they both said at the same time, causing severe laughter.

“We were just talking about the past and such. Nothing really serious,” Wendy told me. “Tiffany was telling me about her life.”

“How about yours?” Tiffany asked Wendy.

“Nothing much to tell. Born in May of twenty-thirty, then in school for billion years leading up to a doctorate in genetic studies, biological chemistry, and cellular engineering. I’d like to be on the front lines of fixing the issues caused by The Accident back in twenty-nine. I think we’re making a bit of progress but having only been in the battle for less than a year, who knows. I met Charlie at a fundraiser, met Amy out here after an invite for a nice lunch and some pool time, and fell in love with them almost as quickly as you did, Tiffany. And that’s me in a nutshell.”