Chapter 1: Convening

Elizabeth

After coming back from New York, with the delightful addition of Hal to the group, I had to consider where to go next. While I’m the leader, I know that I have a bunch of very smart people who may well know more than I do. So, team building is very high on my list.

Eating together is one of the oldest human bonding rituals, perhaps even more so than sex. I’m glad I had planned a dining room large enough for all of us.

After awakening, I felt my companion’s warm presence. It amused me that it had taken me this late in life to discover, without the slightest compromise of my enjoyment of men, that women could be just as much fun. Smiling gently to myself, I cherished Barbie, who slept next to me. Her breathing was deep and a bit noisy, but I found it comforting.

As I snuggled a bit closer to her, I became aware of another warm presence, in this case on my pillow. Of the cats whom I have loved, and who loved me, Ekaterina is the one who sleeps most deeply. She certainly snores the most loudly. I had learned that too loud an awakening could cause her to leap into the air, giving loud squeaks of indignation.

I moved my face closer to Barbie’s thick, curly, black hair, and inhaled its scent. Were someone to look at us from above, they’d see caps of my gold with her deep dark.

I realized that Anna was also in residence on Barbie’s pillow. Anna awoke before Barbie, blinking her blue eyes open, sensing my drifting into awareness.

In Barbie’s dreams, she thought of sensual petting, and that she was both human and feline. The thoughts caused Barbie to open her warm brown eyes, turning them on me. At the same time, she reached up to stroke Anna’s head. “Shall we exercise our bodies and minds?” I knew that the first part, of that invitation, is complex when Barbie says it. With many others, it would be euphemistic for “let’s fuck,” or the girl-girl equivalent. She wouldn’t exclude that, but it would come later. With an inner giggle, I realized that we would cum as well as come.

“Yes, dear. Let me get the mats.” I rolled out a pair of yoga mats. We stood. I opened the blinds to the early rays of the sun.

Anna

I thought to Ekaterina, “The humans have to think about how to stretch. Isn’t that cute?”

Ekaterina stretched and grumbled. “I was asleep.”

Elizabeth

Barbie led me through a stretching routine, which, she had told me, began with standard movements from physical therapy, but moved into things drawn from Tantric sexuality. It didn’t involve actual sexual actions, but I felt it improving my readiness and sensitivity for it.

“Now, it’s my turn.” Starting with a mirror dance to attune ourselves to one another, we moved into Rue’s Jung-inspired meditations on archetypes, as a means of developing our empathy toward one another. Both of us were sufficiently advanced to begin to feel some of the emotions of the other. I realized that our two feline friends were inside that mindspace.

Anna

Ekaterina, the dark-furred human is close to mind-speaking with us. We must get her a feline of her own.

Elizabeth

Eventually, we mutually recognized that our inner fires were warmed. We moved to the shower, where we languorously soaped one another.

“I’d love to hump one another when slippery like this.”

“Yes, but we’d kill ourselves in the shower. On the bed, with oil, sounds delightful. We’ll need a second shower, but to hell with that!” The water quickly went off.

I had a couple of protective sheets for just such activities. “Hey, Barbie, what flavor should you be today? I’ve got lots of flavored body oils and lubricants.” She poked through the shelf.

“Mint, I think. I’m thinking of you as lemon.” We stroked one another with the oil, licking off excesses. There was a lot of excess to lick. Eventually, we embraced and spent an interminable time kissing, more and more deeply.

Barbie whispered, “Let’s heat the oil until it boils away.” She slithered onto me, her thigh pressed against my pussy, and my leg in her crotch. She returned to intense kissing, but now added soft skin sliding sensually over my sexual center, as she pulled me against her. It was magical. Suddenly, she reached around my hips and began to tickle my anus.

I exploded. Even with all my experiences, I felt my senses overloaded. When I stopped convulsing, I pulled her hips over my face and licked her into her climax.

We embraced and drifted off into half-sleep. Ekaterina groomed my hair.

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Barbie whispered, “I’ve been thinking.”

“That sounds ominous.”

“Oh, no. I was thinking especially of Hal, but really of our younger people in general, and how they interact, sexually, with older ones. Did you and I just have a great time?”

“Hell, yes!”

“Did either of us get fucked with a natural or artificial phallus?”

“No.”

“Yet how many men feel inadequate if they don’t rise, as it were, to the occasion? Do our women know how to make the man comfortable, and guide things such that they have a good time, if there are erectile issues?

“Hell, it doesn’t need to be a problem. Masturbation, mutually or just shared, is fun, as is oral. Many of us have fetishes; intercourse isn’t always the way to get off from enjoying the fetishes.”

“Amen. I am, however, glad we have Hal. Up to now, we have had no male perspective on our ladies. I still want more.”

Hal

Blinking into being awake, I opened my eyes to see bold green ones gazing into mine. It occurred to me that I hadn’t seen Joan’s green eyes with cat’s eye makeup on these.

On further review, these eyes, if anything, needed human’s eye makeup. O’Reilly the Orange, feline healer, philosopher, and perhaps my chief of staff, purred at me. His gaze flickered, affectionately, to my lovely bedmates, Joan, and Gerri.

“O’Reilly, I like to say this as well as thinking it. You’re my best friend, now with Joan, but I still sometimes think that you have a better sense of how I feel than does anyone else. I love you, buddy.:

O’Reilly the Orange

[Further translation and transcription by my associate, Hal. He is sensitive to my loathing of “LOLspeak”, suggesting that cats do not have a mastery of language. In fact, he hears my voice, in his head, as Churchillian. In fairness, I shall confess that I tend to be more polysyllabic than Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill.]

“Good morning. I wish attention and affection, returning it, of course. No, it is a libel that cats immediately demand food.

“Truly, I’m happy to be with you. I love you too.

“Your happiness is mine, and vice versa. Well, I did have a little snip in my past, but tomcats really aren’t great lovers, in the physical sense, of other cats. I can vicariously enjoy your experience.”

Hal, indeed, was comforted. We hugged. I groomed his hair and licked his nose. Eventually, I felt Joan’s nails on my back, on the pleasure switch just in front of my tail.

Hal

Eventually, I shifted to gazing into a different set of green eyes. The red lips below them met mine. Joan and I pressed together with increasing heat. Her graceful hand went hunting. “Oh, morning wood. How nice! Don’t get up, dear. I woke up wet.” She didn’t exactly jump, but moved smoothly to straddle me and impale herself. Before I lost my concentration in pleasure, I had the flash thought that I really wanted to see her dancing and gymnastics.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw O’Reilly shift to my other side, to exchange head bumps with Gerri.

Gerri called the kitchen with our breakfast order, turning on the coffeemaker while we waited for it. She went to her makeup table.

I’ve observed that many blondes and redheads can wake up with no makeup, but not so much medium brunettes. Very dark-haired women also can wake that way.

As a carefully bleached platinum blonde, Gerri thinks that it’s part of her submissive role to look as perfect as possible at all times. Now that more of her personality is coming out, she still likes the appearance. As she takes on more roles as our stylist and clothing expert, I can see why she wants to look that way.’

Personally, I just want to appear pleasant. My love Joan certainly can look dramatic, but isn’t compulsive about it.

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Since coming back from New York, it had been a very busy week, including moving into Elizabeth’s building. Carol, the efficient business manager, had gotten me aside and given me the details of a very generous employment package.

I had had time, and financial comfort, for a little shopping in a Native American store in DC, finding some things just right for Joan. “Dear, you deserve the most precious of metals, but platinum isn’t your color.”

Joan laughed. “Even more precious is refined plutonium, but I wouldn’t want to wear it. What’s this?” I pulled out a couple of boxes.

She opened the larger one to find a Navajo concha belt of copper ovals, set with turquoise accents. With them were conchas intended as hair ornaments. “Wow! I’ve never seen these in copper, just silver and gold.”

“It was a special order. Luckily, the smith was working yesterday. Normally, they avoid copper because it tarnishes to the color of the turquoises, but this metal is lacquered to prevent it.

“You’ll note that it’s about the color of your hair.”

A loud meow indicated that another redhead just might want a copper collar himself.

“Stay where you are.” She slipped out of bed, and took some copper crotchless pantyhose from a drawer. After slipping into them, she clicked the belt around her tiny waist. Joan dramatically threw herself on the bed, copper on her legs, her trimmed pubic hair, the belt, and the cascade of red hair from her head. She slipped a couple of conchas into her hair. “Take me, darling.” She spread her legs wide.

“I shall. But you missed the little box. Gerri, please help.” It contained a red leather collar, with matching metallic but much smaller conchas. Gerri helped her put it around her neck. “It can be worn in mundane life without question, but we can agree it’s the sign of our special bond.

“Joan, I love you.”

Joan began to drip happy tears. “And I you, Hal.”

“And Gerri is our little one.”.

Dropping to the bed, I licked her, for our mutual pleasure. I loved her scent and taste. After filling my head with them, I flipped her onto her belly, and slid my hard phallus into her damp vagina. This sort of rear entry is among my favorite experiences, with one more adjustment. My legs went outside of hers, pressing them together so I could feel their hot, slim, muscular, long, length. I began to hump hard, knowing that is what my love wanted. It didn’t take much time for either of us to explode.

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“I’d like something. Will the two of you lie side by side, in heels and hose, so I can indulge my fetishes?”

“Of course, dear!” Gerri nodded with Joan, got up, and put on black stockings to complement Joan’s reddish tan ones. I kissed up and down, as the two women began to get excited by the idea and the naughtiness. They stroked each other’s legs, but also flexed them to flaunt them to me.

“Hal, I want you to jerk off onto our legs. Can you do that?”

“That would be great!”

“Gerri and I will lick the cum off our legs, and then share with you.” I found myself lost in the world of sensation, flashing to all the times that I took secret looks at lovely limbs. It didn’t take me long to explode.

Before I fell asleep, I mock-remembered one more box. “Gerri, please take this and put it on. I haven’t mentioned it to Lady Joan, but I hope you think of this as from both of us.”

Gerri opened it to find a similar color, but with black leather. “Oh, my God. Wonderful! I think of it as signaling our bond.

“How about I bring you coffee to celebrate it? In the morning, that’s better than champagne.”