Chapter 6: Life Gets Interesting

Wendy, Tracy, and I were having dinner together on a Thursday evening about two months after Penny joined us – and less than three months after my life completely changed all thanks to a runaway girl. Penny was off doing real estate things. We’d been at our jobs all day and life had started to become routine in many ways. Penny was expected, too, but had an after-dinner house showing, so wasn’t with us just then.

I caught their attention, “I have a topic to raise with the two of you that you may not like, but I feel compelled to say something. It concerns several things regarding our relationship.

Both girls leaned towards me so they didn’t miss anything. I went on, “I know we love each other, but you’re both sixteen and I’m thirty-years-old. I’m thinking that you should be dating some young men closer to your own age instead of hanging out with me as we’ve been doing. When I was your age, I thought of people my age as ancient. Don’t you want to date and party and do things with some other younger men?”

In unison, both girls said, “NO!” – and loudly and firmly, too.

Wendy said, “Tracy and I have dated, and probably because we’re so smart and were jumping grades, our contemporaries came across as naïve, uninteresting, unchallenging, and uninspiring companions. When I found you, I thought – and still think – that it was divine intervention. You’re a fascinating man and I love you. As we get older, the fourteen-year difference between our ages that seems to concern you will fade to nothingness. Stop thinking about it. It does not concern us.”

Tracy jumped in, “I agree. I agree. I love you, and I can’t imagine somebody near my own age replacing what we’ve developed between us. Heck, at best it’ll take them fourteen years to catch up to what we’ve found in you. I don’t want to wait that long.” She paused, “You like Penny, right? Are you worried that she’s eight years older than you?”

“Errr, no. Penny’s a different case. We’re in the same age cohort, but you’re not. I would think that there are things that you want to do with some young men that I’m not up for. I’ve peaked. My stamina will wane from here on out, and you’ll be working up to your sexual peaks. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Both girls laughed, “Pardon me, but aren’t you the man that made love to Penny yesterday afternoon, and then loved all three of us after dinner – twice each? And you’re worried about your stamina? You have nothing to worry about. You wore us out and we loved it and were completely satisfied. Further, we would have been satisfied just to be held by you, although the orgasms were kind of nice.”

“But don’t you have raging hormones?” I protested.

Continuing their chuckle, Tracy asked, “Don’t you find us satisfying? You always seem to like our tight, teenage pussies to eat and fuck. We love that, too. But our time with you is a lot more than just sex – although that’s always nice. Do you think the discussion about the climate and environment that we had over dinner was typical for people our age? I can tell you that it’s not. This is what we love about you. You can talk about anything and you’re deep in your thinking. You’re as smart as we are, and you know how to challenge us.”

I spoke, “I thought of those guys that came by us at the beach a few weeks ago, the first time that we all went together. They were a little older than you, but wanted you to go to a party with them. Weren’t you tempted a little to see what they were about and see what the party was like?”

Wendy shook her head, “Pfffft. They just wanted to get laid. I even bet there was no party but I can’t prove it. We were to be their party.”

Tracy said, “We meet a lot of men older than we are on campus. They’re nice to know, but none of them have the attraction, interest, and sexual attraction to us that you do. I grant that we might meet somebody like that in the future, possibly, but we’re not driven to do so because you’re in our lives and keep our buckets full.

“I promise, and I know Wendy agrees, that to keep you happy we will keep ourselves open to social opportunities. Just so you know, that should apply to you, too. If any of us meet interesting people, we should foster those friendships, and even romances. We can make them an ‘and’ to our relationship, not an ‘or’, meaning they can join our happy band of friends and lovers.”

I said, “Thank you. I just don’t want to impede your social progress.”

Tracy said, “Impede? You’re helping us advance. Thank you very much.”

Wendy said, “Change of topic, please. Just so you know, my Facebook avatar has been having fun in Denver.” She passed us Tracy’s cellphone. There was a picture of Wendy standing on the steps of the Colorado state capitol building with one of the stair risers bearing etched with the words ‘One Mile Above Sea Level’. She was smiling and her back pack sat on one of the upper stairs.

“What’d you say about it?” I asked.

She took the phone and read, “I’ve arrived. Have job and new friends. A safe place to live. Good food. Good and safe life ... unlike at my old home.”

I said, “We don’t even know if anybody is looking for you, but that does provide a strong false trail. You’ll need some other things to post.”

Wendy nodded, “I need a photography session so I can have some pictures of me to use when I Photoshop up my posts against pictures of Denver. I learned how to change my blonde hair back to brunette in a photo, too; so, I can use some more recent pictures.”

“Don’t forget the Rocky Mountains. Everyone out in Colorado climbs mountains, I think.”

Wendy took that in, and I knew there’d be a future post with her in the mountains the next day or so.

The short discussion reminded me that Wendy’s future was an open question. I wanted to talk to the three women together about what we should do. She couldn’t continue to just live with me, especially after the end of summer when she should go back to her college education.

My eyes opened and there was gorgeous and loveable Penny looking at me from only six inches away. She smiled lovingly at me and said, “I love you. You are the nicest and kindest man that I’ve ever known.”

I teased, “I bet you say that to all the men that give you a dozen orgasms in one night, and two of them make you pass out they’re so intense.”

I got kissed and then licked. “You’re the only man that does that – has ever done that to me. My ex-husband and I went at it hot and heavy for years before the blush came off the rose, and he never came close to what you did for me last night. Thank you, and I repeat, I love you.”

“I love you, too, Penny. I hope you’re happy with the way things are between us ... what with Wendy and Tracy being part of all this.”

“Oh, I am. I love the girls, and I’m so glad that we’ve redefined our relationships with each other to allow for a lot of physical loving. I feel so much younger. I hope you don’t mind hanging out with an old lady.”

“Old? Surely you jest. I feel like you’re younger than I am all the time. Between you, me, and the teens, I’ve gotten to where I don’t think about age any longer. I raised the same issue with them and got a lecture about how it didn’t matter. Don’t create an artificial barrier where none exists.”

Penny kissed me again, and then snuggled her naked body against mine. Suddenly, I felt her body jerk to an alert state. I could guess what was happening.

I lifted my head off the pillow and looked down our naked bodies. Tracy was nestled between her mother’s open thighs and had just started to eat out the large deposit of cum that I’d left there five minutes earlier. Wendy sat beside her, also naked, and watched her BFF while she fingered her pussy. God, she was sexy.

This was another great Saturday morning.

After a few more minutes, Penny moaned and came. Tracy had learned all her mother’s buttons and loved to push them. Penny sighed and rolled out of bed and headed for my shower. One of us might have joined her but the showers in my house was only large enough for one person unless you really squeezed in. I’d change that except it would be a major renovation and probably not earn its keep when I sold the house. Next house, perhaps.

I lay there cuddling Tracy and Wendy. I especially kissed Tracy since she tasted like her mother’s pussy.

Penny came out of the bath naked, and went to the small tote bag she’d carried in the night before. We all knew that she had a full day of showing a mansion on Longboat Key to prospective customers and to the curious.

Penny started to put on her undies. I chuckled and said, “Hey, no underwear today; I insist.”

“But ... oh ... really?” She looked suspiciously at the three of us.

“Yep,” I said firmly. “No undies and no bra. Let the pussy breathe, and let your magnificent puppies breathe, too.” The two teens listened and then added their assent to the idea.

Penny pulled on a half-slip up her tanned legs, and then donned a conservative gray skirt with pleats. She donned a white blouse, and I could see her darker areolas through the material. She grinned at me, and then put on a loose vest but left it unbuttoned. I guess in a pinch, she could button it up and be somewhat proper for whatever showing she was making.

Penny came and kissed me, and then left for the day. Unless there was a sale or some other complication, we’d see her around dinner time. Moreover, we knew that the whole job of showing homes, which she did with style, made her hornier than a rhinoceros in heat. If she didn’t get some treatment for her condition, such as an orgasm or two on my cock, she could possibly get as angry as one, too, although we’d never tested that hypothesis.

The girls and I dressed and then went outside. We went to work on the landscaping in the front of my house. This was demo day. Anything that wasn’t growing well, looked scrawny, had died, or had taken over too much space, was being pulled out and disposed of in the weekly trash. That was about every plant or bush in the yard.

The easiest way to pull stuff out was some strong straps around the bush and then tied to the trailer hitch on Tracy’s SUV. The first bush came out of the ground like plucking a feather from a chicken, it was so easy.

By lunch time, we had pulled up all but the four large bushes in the front yard that I wanted to keep. We then piled the rubbish at the curb for city pick-up. We drove to a landscape business and bought an array of plants that would be delivered on Monday that would, once planted, give a more ‘ordered’ look to the front of the house.

As planned, we drove to the beach after finishing our order for landscape materials. I got out of the car and removed my shorts, so I got down to my bathing suit. When I came around the car, there were the two teens.

Wendy and Tracy had also removed their shorts, leaving them only in their overtly sexy and nearly transparent day-glow bathing suits. I looked around to see whether police were swooping in to arrest them for indecent exposure. This time Wendy wore the day-glow pink suit, and Tracy had the intense green suit. I did a brief engineering measurement and decided that the total amount of material in either suit would not cover half a typed page. The dental floss holding it all together didn’t add much to the calculation.

We gathered up our beach gear from the back of the car and walked towards the Gulf of Mexico. At our chosen spot, we erected the sunbrella and wind break. We then went down to the water’s edge. The surf was ‘up’ that day, so there were two surfers nearby trying to find waves large enough for a short ride to shore. We stood in knee-deep water and watched them as they each caught one wave and got a good ride to near shore before jumping off their surfboards and then paddling back out to deeper water.

I commented to the girls about the surfers. “Hunky guys. I bet they’ve already got their eyes on you two.”

Wendy laughed, “Nah, they know we’re jail bait.”

“In those bathing suits, I’m not so sure. Let’s see what happens.”

I left the teens and strolled back to our blanket. I got my phone out and made sure the camera worked. I watched the show.

The two surfer dudes made one more run into the beach and then got out, putting their boards together near a couple of towels. They made a beeline right to where Wendy and Tracy stood knee deep in the swirling surf. I couldn’t hear them, but I could watch the body language. Both guys were ripped – tall, obviously handsome, and apparently prone to six-pack abs and broad muscular shoulders.

The guys tried to out-do themselves in trying to impress the two. I could guess the discussion topics: where are you from? What school do you go to? What year? Major? You here often? You ever surf?”

As I guessed the last question, the two guys gestured at their surfboards. The four of them walked over to the parked long boards. Guy #1 flipped his board right-side up, and then apparent showed how to get up on the board. He also showed the intermediate position of just kneeling on the board.