Chapter 4

John was sitting in his home office feeling a very remiss parent. It was just after ten in the morning and he had woken up alone this Saturday morning. Pam had never returned from her visit to the guest room. The soundtrack of desire that had come from it’s closed door had both amused him and got his juices flowing. With three hot bisexual hotties in the house John figured that self control in the matter of self gratification was likely to pay off big eventually.

Being that none of his lovelies had appeared in the master bedroom to invite him to join the fun he had slogged off to the bathroom. After doing his business he had showered and shaved and made a quick stop in the kitchen to grab some coffee from the self brewing pot that was waiting for him. He then decided to do something he probably should have done months ago. He read Clarissa’s diary.

When they had first started to include Clarissa in their sex life, and became aware of her sexual adventures outside their own home, the couple had insisted their daughter keep an online diary of her exploits. It was the equivalent of the open communication that he and Pam enjoyed in their open marriage.

When Clarissa was in high school they had read the diary religiously. Usually together. Often naked and engaging in mutual acts of pleasure. When they had insisted their daughter record her exploits John had expected a dry list of sexual liaisons, instead what they got was very well written pornography. Clarissa seemed to have a talent for writing about sex as well as engaging in it.

John had shared some of Clarissa’s partners, both with her and with his wife, not to mention, alone.

After the first month or so of Clarissa’s university adventure her parents had gotten out of the habit of checking the diary regularly. For one thing the number of entries almost dried up. There were none in the first couple of weeks and after that the diary seemed to contain little but descriptions of various people highlighting their physical makeup and desirability. A rather long passage describing Clarissa’s roommate painted her as a visually desirable girl who seemed to have no interest in sex at all, either gay or straight. Passages described hunky college men who seemed to have no idea how to treat a woman, let alone make her want to fuck them.

Minus the tantalizing sexual byplay the entries kind of lost he and his wife’s interest. Sometime around Thanksgiving they had both stop checking up on her. John accepted the new job. They had to get the house on the market, get everything moved and find a new place.

He and Pam had discussed taking a look prior to her arrival on Christmas, but again circumstances had allowed them to push it away. They hadn’t realized that Clarissa, at least according to her diary, had been effectively chaste for almost four months. There were diary entries that John was just seeing now. They reeked of sexual frustration and a girl awash in the fear of being labeled a slut if she was too forward and an expectation of further frustration at the hands of inexperience boys when she was use to well trained men.

About the only really risque passages included him. They were long, detailed sexual fantasies in which he turned Clarissa from a forward sexual woman into a blubbering satiated submissive blob of jello. They were erotic. They were romantic. They were terrifying.

They started after Christmas, when Clarissa return to college. They went on until almost Easter when she suddenly started writing about a new man who obviously was not a fellow student.

Clarissa had stayed at school during spring break to do an internship with one of her professors. In her writing it was obvious that the man was not her lover, at least not yet. It was also obvious it was her professor. That hadn’t stopped her from starting an affair with the man’s wife, which had turned into a full fledged threesome the week classes ended.

So a professor with too much integrity to sleep with one of his students? But open minded enough to share her with his wife and take her once she was no longer his student?

Still, after that entry, describing in detail a weekend of unabashed three way debauchery, there was another long fantasy entry including him. One she must have written either at the airport or on the flight itself.

That put a new light on his daughter’s behavior and her problems with Jessica. He knew she saw the girl as a rival for his attention. He didn’t expect for Clarissa to see her as a rival for his love.

He needed for Pam to read this. They needed to figure out what they were going to do about it.

Sometime in the night Pam had released Jessica from her restraints, primarily so the girl could more fully enter into the three way Sapphic orgy that had resulted from her presence. Already highly aroused, and in a state of constant and continuing orgasms the girl had finally passed out. Pam and her daughter had continued their activities for quite awhile after that and, laying in each others arms, finally had an intimate talk that put Pam’s mind more at ease than it had been since she had picked the girl up at the airport.

They had fallen asleep that way and when Pam next became aware it was fully light outside. She had slipped out of the bed after giving her sleeping daughter a peck of a kiss. John was already gone from the master and Pam took a shower before throwing on a robe and heading downstairs. A mug full of coffee was missing from the autobrewing pot, so Pam new John had been there before her. All of the muffins she had gotten the day before were still there, so she place two on a tray and decided to beard him in his home office.

She tapped on the door. “Come in.”

“I’ve brought breakfast,” she said. John was on his computer and motioned her in.

She placed the tray on the desk and sat on the ottoman within easy reach of the desk.

“Thank you,” he said. “I think you need to read this.” He swiveled to monitor and used the mouse to backup to the entries from August.

Pam spent a good forty-five minutes reading the entries. John nibbled at his muffin and tried to read her face as she read.

“Well that explains a lot doesn’t it?” she said when she finished.

“She’s in love with me!”

Pam reached up and placed her hand on her husband’s cheek.

“Of course she’s in love with you,” his wife said. “I’ve known that since she was fifteen.” She lowered her hand and took a sip of her coffee. “I was hoping that going off to college would change that, or at least give you some competition in her heart.”

“It looks like that hasn’t happened.”

“No, it hasn’t.” The woman thought deeply for a few minutes. “I think she and I will have to have a talk about reputation.”

“Reputation?” he asked.

“Yes,” his wife nodded. “Clarissa is obviously afraid that if she is too much herself that somehow she will develop the reputation as a slut. I need to make her understand that she can be a slut and still not go around with a big red ‘SLUT” sign on her.” She paused to take another sip. “This thing with the professor is good. He seems to have integrity.”

“Integrity? He’s sleeping with one of his students.”

She shook her head. “No he’s not. He’s sleeping with an ex-student. He didn’t succumb to her charms until after final grades.”

“And he shared her with his wife!”

“See, what I said? A man of integrity. He’s not cheating on his wife.”

Jessica woke up with warm arms around her. It took the lush redhead a few minutes to remember where she was. She looked over at the blonde snuggled up to her. Jessica primarily limited her sexual exploits to men. Not that there hadn’t been women in her bed before John’s hot wife Pam, starting with her bitch of a stepmother Zoe. But the vast majority of her sexual partners had been men. There was something about this girl though. True she could be a bit of a brat, but she just seem to excrete sexuality.

The girl’s eyes open and her blue eyes looked straight into Jessica’s green eyes. The girl felt a rush.

“Good morning.”

Clarissa hugged her more tightly. “Good morning, my darling sub.” The girl’s forwardness made Jessica’s breath catch. Clarissa moved her hand down the girl’s body and cupped her ass.

“You aren’t going to ravage me again, are you?” she said lightly.

“Do you want to be ravaged again?”

“Oh yes,” she said. “But I think I need breakfast first. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon.”

“Do you actually do that, or are you just making hyperbole?”

“Oh no. I run competitively. I’ve run the Boston Marathon,” she hesitated. “Not since ... you know?”

Clarissa thought back on the horrible attack. “So when you were in college?”

“Yes. But I still run.” Clarissa was caressing her backside in an abstract and nonintense manner. “If you keep doing that I might start chasing you.”

She stopped, “Sorry, it just feels so good.”

“So are you bi? Or do you only do girls?”

“No I do guys. You’ve had one of them I’m sure.”

“Your father?” Clarissa nodded.

“Does it shock you?” the blonde asked.

“No more than what you did with your mother last night.” She reached up to place her hand in the girls long blond hair. “I’ve never done my father, but my stepmother and I...”

“Ah,” Clarissa nodded in understanding.

“It’s after eleven. My stomach is growling,” the blond said finally.

“Shower?” Jessica said.

Clarissa climbed out of the girls arms and out of bed. She reached out her hand to the girl. “Sure, we can wash each others backs.”

“And maybe our fronts,” the redhead answered.

“There’s the spirit.”

Pam and John found the two girls enjoying a late brunch in the breakfast nook.

“Good morning Clarissa, Jessica.”

“Good morning, John. Clarissa has invited me out shopping.”

“Provide my Mustang still runs,” Clarissa said.

“I’ve driven it every week,” her mother said.

“Thank goodness I can take it with me this year,” the girl said. “Freshman are not given access to campus parking,” she explained to the redhead.

“Not that they’re doing upperclassman any favors either,” her father said. “Parking fees per semester are so high we might be better getting your car it’s own room.”

“Daddy,” Clarissa responded. “It was such a pain not having transportation.”

“I know dear,” he said thinking of her diary entries. “But this year you can drive back and have your trusted steed with you.”

“Yaaa!” she responded, almost like the teenager she was. Sometimes John had to work to remember that his daughter was precocious beyond her years. She was two years younger thaN her college contemporaries, despite her sexual experience.

After brunch the two girls headed out to the mall. John did some work related activities in his office while Pam tossed a few loads of laundry into washer and puttered around doing some light cleaning. While their home was mostly setup there were still some rooms which needed the finishing touches of objects art. This new home was a little bigger than their old one. Slightly lower property values and a higher salary had allowed them to price up a bit and get a nicer house. They still hadn’t put in a hot tub, something Pam missed. John was reticent to put too much more into the place. If the Initial Public Offering of stock went off next year, like he hoped it would, the stock he held as part of his compensation would make him a very wealth man. Rich enough to trade up houses again.

Jessica found herself having a very good time with her new friend. Pam was at least a decade older than she, and while Clarissa was almost as many years younger the age difference did not seem to matter as much. Maybe it was the fact that she was young and single like herself. It seemed like it was not so many years ago that Jessica was still at university. Pam was different. She had a husband and a daughter. Clarissa seemed wise beyond her years, but still had the energy of youth.

The girl dragged her to Fredericks of Hollywood and they tried on and bought a couple of outfits guaranteed to get John’s juices flowing. In the dressing room Clarissa naughtily brought Jessica herself to a boil, without satisfying her. “I wouldn’t want to poach of Daddy’s preserve,” she said.

“What about last night?”

“I was apologizing,” the girl responded.

“Accepted,” the girl answered giving the blonde a passionate kiss before leaving her in the dressing room.

After shopping they stopped for ices at the mall food court.

“So what are you going to tell your parents about school?” Jessica asked. “You said that you had a hard year. You know that many freshmen have a rough time adjusting to college life.”

“I don’t know I need to say anything,” Clarissa answered. “The year is over. I’ve reason to believe next year will be better. I’ve met ... some people who I think will make it easier. I’ll have a new room mate.”

“Someone you’ve picked?”

“Well someone I fancy at any rate. I don’t know her too well, yet. I think I’m going to have a lot of fun getting to know her.”

“Know her biblically?” Jessica teased.

“Perhaps,” Clarissa teased back. “She kinds of reminds me of my friend Debbie from back in Virginia, not that she looks anything like her. More an attitude. At least when Deb and I first met.”

“Oh sounds like there’s a story there.”

“Maybe some day I’ll tell it to you.”

That night Jessica joined John and Pam in the master bedroom. Clarissa caught up on her diary and then spent the evening streaming video, most of it not pornographic.

Sunday was another sleeping in day for the household. The three lovers came down together after a long shower that saw both Jessica and Pam sequentially scrubbing John’s back. Clarissa decided to be a good sport about it and rustled up a hot breakfast for everyone.