Chapter 59: Family Growth

Loren got me to stay in bed a little longer than the others, so we could make love before getting up Saturday morning. After a together shower, we went out to the living room where everyone had remained nude or scantily dressed. Loren blended right in as one of the nudies.

After we ate, various teams formed to do laundry, grocery shopping, a run to the hardware store, and some other errands.

Fran approached me in an aside and asked if I would mind if Loren moved some of her things in with us and started to hang out more with all of us. I loved the idea and she could tell immediately from my wide grin of happiness.

Thus, it was announced that Loren and I had a special errand to run. Loren looked puzzled and at me as though I would tell. I figured I’d let Fran make the announcement.

Fran stood up with her cup of coffee in hand. She toasted Loren and said, “We’ve taken a unanimous vote and we want you to move in with us, at least as much as you want. You can spend all your time here, or as much as you want. We still have some closet space left – an inch or two - and can share a couple of drawers in one of the dressers. What do you say, will you move in with us? Please!”

I turned back to Loren and she was all choked up, panting in surprise, and had tears running down her cheeks and dripping off her chin onto her bare breasts. She stood and threw herself into Fran’s arms with a huge sob, “Oh, God, YES. I love you all so much – all of you. Of course, I’ll do this. Oh, thank you all so much.” She sobbed, only we could all tell they were happy cries and not sad ones.

Loren snuffled around the apartment kissing everyone afterwards, and thanking them for wanting to include her. She hadn’t expected anything like this, but had already fallen in love with every one of us. It had been obvious, of course. A couple of us warned her that she’d learn the true meaning of nymphomania, horniness, sluthood, and orgy by hanging around with us. Loren told us she wanted it all now, as fast as we could support her through her journey.

Late morning, we headed out. I walked with Loren over to her apartment. We filled up her little car, mostly with clothing, and then ferried it back to the condo, actually got a nearby parking space, and carried everything upstairs. She was stickered into the same parking zone that we were, so we just left her car there.

Loren had asked, “How much of my stuff should I bring? Is this permanent or temporary? Should I plan for a few days or ... oh, God, a long time?” I could hear the worry of exclusion in her voice – the disbelief that we really wanted her to join us.

I smiled at her, “Loren, when we said we love you, we aren’t about to kick you out after we just talked you into living and loving with us. This is permanent. Do you know what unconditional love is about?”

“Sort of, but tell me.”

“I’ll be blunt. If you mess up, we forgive you and will help you get back on track. Through all that, we won’t stop loving you. So, the bottom line is this is permanent, but we can’t have you bring everything right now because we don’t have the room. We’re just starting to worry about having more space as you’ll see this afternoon.”

Loren got a slot in the guest room closet, and shared a dresser with Aidan and me. I ended up moving a drawer full of summer stuff to a suitcase I seldom used so that she’d have some space. Things were tight.

One of the advantages of so many women living together is the trading around of clothing. Loren was about the same size as Fran and Ally, so part of the afternoon was spent by the three of them dressing Loren up in sexier and sexier outfits that became more and more revealing, and ... well, slutty. They also were doing make-up and her hair in various styles, too. Loren acted like a live Barbie doll and she loved it. She took the new style as part of her initiation into her new way of life. As an admirer of at least half the women on the planet, I have to say that her ‘new look’ made her stunning and made me think of her as ‘hot,’ ‘desirable,’ and ‘overtly attractive to an extreme’. Everyone agreed, and Loren positively blossomed with our praise.

The nine of us took two cars to dinner in Woburn at Joe’s American Bar and Grill, and then to the dessert and swing party at Chip and Gale Dunn’s home in Farborough. Loren was nervous about meeting new people and being with them in some sexual way. I assured her that she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to do, that she could be a spectator, or that I’d even drive her home and hang out with her if she felt overpowered.

Lyle, Nancy, Sean, Rita, Chip, Gale, and two other couples were already there when the nine of us arrived. Suddenly, we were a crowd. I told Chip if they didn’t want a horde of people suddenly arriving, he’d have to stop inviting us. He brushed off the comment because, as he said, everyone loved us, and the excitement we lent to every event we attended.

The initial buzz in the room was to congratulate Gale and Chip on her pregnancy, although I couldn’t see any significant bulge announcing the fact to the general public. The couple talked about how significant an event it was in their lives, how they were already planning to redo one of the bedrooms, and how excited their parents were about the first grandchild.