Chapter 16: Girls

The girls are incredibly giddy for the rest of the day. After lunch, I send Carol up the hill to get back to work, as I made some phone calls. When I am finished, Dahlia is still cleaning up from lunch. She has just put a plate away and is heading to the sink when I intercept her and give her a passionate kiss, grabbing her ass. Lightly placing my hand on it and slowly work into a deep massage. When I pull away, I ask, “I know you girls like to be competitive when it comes to me. Please do not push Carol into things she isn’t ready for. You have a mother that has helped guide you, especially when it comes to boys. Carol wasn’t as lucky. Be patient.”

I barely get finished asking this of her, and she grabs my hand, placing it on her chest. She sees my disappointment and smiles stating, “She already agreed that you could touch us anywhere as long as it is over our clothes.”

I tighten our embrace leaving my one hand on her chest while the other continues with her backside. Thinking out loud, I say, “We are going to need one of you to pass me a note each time you girls decide I can take more liberties. It isn’t too romantic having to stop and tell me what I am or am not allowed to do. We need to have some semblance of a normal relationship.

“I don’t know if I told you, but Carol will be here for supper on Saturdays from now on. Sam will drive you both home after work. I’m not expecting any more calls today. If Steve does phone, then tell him I will phone him right back and then come get me. I may not be using him to help fix the world, but he is an important piece. We need him to make us the money we will use to fix the world.”

We deal with NeXT and Steve Jobs often enough that I now refer to him as Steve.

I left Dahlia to finish cleaning the house and head up to work with Carol. When I get to our lean-to, she is busy, bent over the kayak, installing another rib. I mould my body up against her back, reaching her chin with my hand and turning her head, so I can give her a kiss. As we kiss, she stands back up. My right hand stays gently caressing her cheek, while my left one reaches around and engulfs her breast. She may only be an A-cup, but she is young and will fill out. They suit her.

At first, she is tense. I doubt a boy has ever felt her up like this. Slowly she relaxes. A few minutes later, she is pressing her ass into my hardness. When our lips part, I start nibbling her ear and kiss all over the more sensitive parts of her neck. Reluctantly I pull away. She turns to face me, biting her bottom lip. Her eyes are that of a hungry woman. I can see how she might end up being a tiger in bed.

To say I am excited would be a massive understatement. Unfortunately, I have to put an end to it. “You are just too tempting. We need to set some rules, or we will never get any work done.”

Between the two of us, we have the frame completed by the time Dahlia comes to get us for supper. We end up eating without Sam. He still isn’t back from his lunch with Ms. Fells. Carol phones home and lets her Dad know that she is late because my Uncle hasn’t returned from his date. After supper, we watch TV. As per normal, I have a girl cuddling up under each arm. What makes this time special is it is the first time I cuddle with them as my girlfriends. We don’t take it past cuddling. They just nuzzle in, and we bask in each other’s presence.

Sam Shows up just after 9 pm. As he walks by the entrance to the living room, I shout out, “Did you forget something.”

He comes back and asks, “What is that?”

“I’m not going to complain, because I enjoy cuddling up with my girlfriends, but you were supposed to drive them home 2 hours ago. We didn’t phone Ms. Fells because she can’t complain about Dahlia being late. We did have to call Mr. Paquet. He is a bit disappointed in you.”

I am surprised when we drive by Dahlia’s place yet drop off Carol first. I walk Carol to her door. She fidgets at the door, not wanting to end our day together. I don’t want to either. I tell her, “You best ride your bike over tomorrow if you want to continue with the kayak. I don’t think we can trust Sam to be a reliable ride anymore.” She giggles at that.

“I think it is cool that your Uncle is getting on with her Mom. I just worry that it will mean you spend more time with Dahlia than me.”

I pull Carol into me and give her a goodnight kiss, copping a feel of her ass as I do so. When I pull away, I tell her, “Don’t worry, I will be sure to spend as much time with you ... You better go inside before your Dad wonders what we are doing out here.” She is hesitant but does head inside.

We get to the Fells’ residence, and I exit the car to help Dahlia out of the back seat. Sam gets out too.

“You do know that I don’t need help to kiss my girl, goodnight.”

“I just want to go in and tell Zlata something.”

I hold out my hand to help Dahlia out of the car and tell Sam, “You head in there and tell Ms. Fells whatever it is you need to tell her. I will be out here saying goodnight to my girlfriend.” He still hasn’t noticed I stopped referring to the girls as my friends and started calling them my girlfriends. It might have something to do with the fact that he has always referred to them as my girlfriends. I think it is more likely he is more than a little distracted with his recent infatuation.

Sam goes and knocks on the door while Dahlia and I lean on his car. When Ms. Fells answers the door, she has the same goofy grin that Sam is sporting. We can’t hear what is said, but it is only a moment before she pulls him inside. Dahlia and I take that as our cue and walk up the path to the front door. When we get inside, we do not see them anywhere. The door to the master bedroom is closed. Dahlia giggles and we head back to the living room.

We sit on the couch, and I ask, “Are you bothered by my Uncle and your Mom?”

“She has been without a man for too long. I like seeing that goofy smile on her face. There is no sense wasting the extra time they are giving us by talking about this. Now shut up and kiss me.”

Not one to argue, I lean into her, and we start kissing. Our tame kiss isn’t enough for her. She pushes me, so I am laying on the couch and pounces on me, trying her best to suck my tonsils into her mouth. I try hard not to laugh. She is like an octopus with her hands all over me. I do my best to give her what she wants, and I start exploring her body with my hands. It still isn’t enough for her.

She tries to slide my hand into her shirt, and I pull my hand back. It is her third attempt when I pull my lips from hers. I am hoping I am not destroying the mood by speaking but say, “You agreed that everything will be done over the clothes for now. Please don’t push us past that. I want to, but we can’t.”

She gives me a sexy pout, but as a compromise, she slides her one leg between mine and starts grinding herself on my thigh. I’m sure this is more than Carol is willing to do, but it is what they agreed on, so who am I to complain? She does rub herself to a couple orgasms before we stop and cuddle. Shortly we fall asleep.

I wake up and look at the clock. It is after midnight and Sam hasn’t come out of Ms. Fells’ room yet. Dahlia is sleeping on top of me, and the only way to get up is to wake her. I do my best not to wake her completely as I get up and carry her to her room. I tuck her in and give her the biggest teddy bear in her collection to cuddle before I kiss her forehead and leave. I wish I could stay and watch her sleep. She is beautifully peaceful with one of the most radiant smiles I have ever seen.

I knock on the door to the master bedroom, but I get no answer. I try three times before I decide to open the door. There are no sheets or blankets left on the bed. They are strewn all over the floor. Ms. Fells and Sam lay sprawled naked on the bed. Both are snoring. Ms. Fells is gorgeous, especially for a woman her age. If I hadn’t known better, I would think she was only 30. Even with that Jewish nose, she is eloquently beautiful. Her body isn’t as athletic as her daughters, but she has the voluptuous look, my Uncle loves. I prefer Dahlia’s tight lush body, but Ms. Fells better suits Sam.

Seeing them like that, I can’t help but wonder if I will be calling her Mom because she will be my stepmom or my mother in law. She has that flush well-fucked look and they both have the same goofy grin they have been wearing all night. I try not to spend too long admiring her body before I pick up her bed sheet and cover her up. I then place the blanket over her and wake up Sam. Shaking him, I say, “Sam, we have to go.”

It takes some persuasion to wake Sam, and in doing so, I also wake Ms. Fells. When she sees me, she turns 30 shades of red. I have to remind Sam that Carol will be at our place to work, first thing in the morning and we need to get home. I head out to the kitchen for a quick glass of water to give them some privacy. A few minutes later, Sam comes out alone, and we head home

Carol shows up at 7 am, Sunday morning, and as soon as I answer the door, she throws herself in my arms and plants a kiss. When I finally get a chance to breathe, I tell her, “If that is the way I am greeted every time I open a door, I’m going to build myself a perch this side of the door and never leave.” She giggles.

Breakfast was nothing special. We ate our cereal and talked about what happened after we dropped her off last night. She was a little jealous and disappointed that Dahlia tried to break her promise the first chance she got.

“Do not fret. I stopped her, and I will never let Dahlia go farther than we agreed. If she lies, then we will have a problem, but that won’t affect you and me. It will put her in the doghouse and she will have to give something up. This only works if we are all honest.”

“I didn’t use to trust her, but I didn’t know her. Ever since you got mad at us for being immature, we have spent a lot of time together and have become the best of friends.”

“I noticed you were becoming friends, but I didn’t realize you were that close.”

“There is no way I could share you with her if she weren’t my best friend.”

I pretend to look hurt and say, “I thought I was your best friend.”

“You are more than that, so you don’t count.”

That ends breakfast. We head up to our shop. As we climbed the hill, we don’t just hold hands. My hand was in her back pocket and she was moulded into my side. By lunch we have already accomplished more than I had hoped to get done before supper. I had taught her most of what she needs to know to sew the entire skin on the kayak. How fast we work is a testament to how strong she really is. She would hold the skin taut and I would sew. When her arms got tired, we would switch. At first, her sewing left a lot to be desired, but it was only because she had no experience sewing. It didn’t take long before her stitches were as neat as mine.

It is 1 pm when Dahlia comes in and kisses me, to let us know lunch is ready. It is no surprise to see her Mom sitting at the table with Sam, waiting for us to start lunch. Sam and Ms. Fells are sickening to watch. Or, at least I think so. Their puppy love turns my girls on. After lunch, Sam takes Ms. Fells to the living room and cuddles. Dahlia starts to clean up, and I take Carol back to the shop or at least that is my intent.

We just get through the door and are standing in front of the woodshop/small garage by the house when Carol stopped us, claiming, “Seeing how hot your Uncle was for Ms. Fells, just made me hot for you.” We start kissing, and our hands are wandering when she grabs my wrist and guides my hand under her shirt.

I take the liberty of pushing up her bra so we can have skin to skin contact. She is always too shy to talk about it, but I can tell that she is ashamed of how small her chest is. She is envious of Dahlia and worries about me rejecting her because of her small tits. I cup one of them. When our lips part, I wander around her neck with my lips. When I get close to her ear, I nibble it for a short bit then whisper, “Now that is a handful of perfection. I can’t wait until you let me nibble on that nipple of yours.” It is hard as a rock and poking into my palm.

I don’t try my best to be an expert cocksmith. It is the first time a boy toyed with her bare chest, and it doesn’t matter what I do, I know she will be thrilled. I decide I will save my limited knowledge for later, so that I can continue to give her a higher level of pleasure for times to come. Carol’s mistake: the dining room window has a perfect view of what we were doing. After nibbling on her ear, I see Dahlia sitting with her back to the table, watching us. She doesn’t have a look of envy; she is too busy with a hand down her cleavage and another up her dress. It turns me on even more.

I hide the fact that Dahlia is watching us. I don’t want Carol to know, in case it upset her. I know how happy she is and don’t want to spoil it. I also don’t want Dahlia to be mad that I spend a bunch of time playing with Carol when we are supposed to be working. Even more important, I don’t want the girls to get the wrong idea and think it is OK to be fooling around when we should be working.

Once again, I pull away from Carol. I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss it before interlocking our fingers and taking her to the shop.

Once we get there, I show her how one person can sew the kayak’s skin without help. I leave her to work on her own and head back to the house. I am expecting to find Sam and Ms. Fells to be making out like a couple teens. Instead, they are just cuddling on the couch. The TV isn’t even on for the pretence.

Dahlia is just finishing the dishes, and I pull her in for a kiss. I can smell how hot she is. As soon as my lips hit hers, she grabs my hand and brings it to the top of her dress, shoving it in her cleavage. Her dress isn’t conducive to such an act. It is her church dress, and there isn’t much cleavage. Having my hand in her dress is uncomfortable, but it is what she wants, so I don’t protest. I grab her ass. Her legs and ass are as tight as Carol’s because of all the cycling we do.

When the kiss ends, I tell her, “I had to end the kiss with Carol because we shouldn’t be fooling around when we are supposed to be working. I did notice how firm you ass is though. It makes me think maybe we should sign up for some cycle races this summer.”