Chapter 41: Heather

I lay on a chaise on the patio behind my father’s home. I was recovering from two major physical feats, hoping that I’d regain some strength to walk next door to my own home.

First, I had made love with Kim Sterling in her bed in her bedroom in my father’s home. She was almost living there fulltime, despite having a penthouse condo downtown. She felt like an energetic fuck, and that’s what we did. Second, after our free-wheeling lovemaking session, Kim had coaxed me into swimming laps naked with her. Thinking I was invincible, a feeling she inspired in me with her dirty talk as we fucked, I agreed. I did sixty-three laps before I had to stop, and that was in my father’s larger pool. Kim finished out her one-hundred laps before stopping, and she was barely out of breath.

As I lay there in the sun with my eyes closed, I heard two female voices coming to the patio from inside the house. I sat up just in time to see Trish coming out the door with Heather. Heather was a graduating teen who’d been my sex partner for a good part of the high school graduation sex party that we hosted, mainly to keep Lisa and Madison happy.

Hellos were exchanged. Trish upon seeing my nudity, immediately stripped off her scrubs – her uniform at the hospital. Heather watched, blushed, and then did the same. I think she had that ‘when in Rome’ attitude.

“What brings you two together?” I asked.

“Heather finally came by the hospital today. I had a break and showed her around. ER activity was light this afternoon. She got good dose of nursing. Further, we talked to HR, and I think the hospital will bring her on starting Monday as a candy striper.”

I teased Trish, “And you told her what an august job that was.”

Heather shook her head. “No, I got the straight talk: dirty bed pans, dirty sheets with blood, urine, shit, and vomit on them, constant washing of rooms and equipment, bathroom cleaning, and maybe helping old ladies stand up after one operation or another. I did ask to be assigned to the ER. It sounded more exciting than the orthopedic ward.”

Trish said, “I asked for her as an aide, too, so the connection will probably work out. HR is good like that.”

Heather had looked pleased that I was at the house. Trish explained that I lived next door, but went back and forth between the houses. She speculated, “And this afternoon, since a very naked and happy looking Kim is inside making herself a Smoothie, I figure you came over for some nookie.”

I just nodded and added, “And sixty-three laps in that pool.” I pointed.

Trish kissed me, “And baby’s not used to so much exercise all at once.”

“I’m not but it is inspiring me to do more exercise.”

“Yeah, all the sex you perform really doesn’t count. It burns a few calories, but you need both aerobic and anerobic exercise. Guys start to go to pot at your age. Look at your contemporaries.”

“I know. I know. Beer guts and so on. I watch what I eat.”

“Yeah, you watch it arrive on your plate, you eat it, and go back for more. I watched you perpetually eating wedding cake at your wedding. Did you eat any of the main meal?”

I shook my head. “Not much. I love the icing on cakes like that.”

“Pure sugar. Bad for you, but you know that. Exercise good. Sugar bad.”

Heather had watched our banter with a smile.

Trish said, “I’ll leave you two alone. You can talk. Heather, please stay for dinner. The two houses are eating together over here tonight and we have a few others joining us after that for you know what.”

As Trish walked away, Heather said, “You know what? Was that remark for you or me?”

I responded, “Me. You know that refers to sex. I guess we’re having a small sex party tonight. Does that influence your decision to stay over with us?”

“Yes. I want to stay. I had such fun at the graduation party. I had so many firsts, a few of them with you. I wasn’t a virgin when I went to that party, but I’d only had one partner until then. Even spending as much time together as we did, I still got to fuck three other guys. I was a little slut that night; maybe I can do it again.”

“Any repercussions?”

Heather snorted to show the obvious answer to her question. She said, “Only thousands. The big ones, I’ll tell you. I fell in love with you, but I know your married and you have a fiancée. Trish told me that you have another woman living with you, too, and that you like many other women. I don’t care. I really love you and have spent a lot of time thinking about that whole situation.

“Second, I found that Trish is such a great friend and mentor. I feel like I struck gold or won the lottery in meeting her at that party, and then that she took me on as someone to mentor. All that, thanks to you. I feel like my entry into adulthood and my career path took a big jump. I get real useable advice and supportive actions from her – like taking me around the hospital today.

“I also feel like I love her, too. I watched her at the party. She was so carefree about hooking up with the men that were there – older guys and even some of my classmates. And then, she did some stuff with some of the women – young and old – that showed me some new ways to get or give pleasure to others.”

Third, you pushed me to do some sexual things with Daisy – my friend. We both really liked what we did and have done it many times since the party. Before then, I’d only let the class lesbo slut eat me, but that was rare. Now, I really like sex with another female – giving and receiving.

“I also dealt with the slut issue with Trish’s help. The few days after the graduation party I got really down on myself for my promiscuous behavior. She explained how I shouldn’t use the moral criteria from one lifestyle to judge my behavior in another. It took me a few days to digest that concept and apply it to all the fucking at the party, but I get it now. It’s kind of what happens here on this property stays in this place, and then I can go back to the other, more conservative lifestyle that’s where my family and others live. They don’t need to know about my other life.”

I finally spoke, “So, you have some mentors, people you like that obviously care about you, and a path forward in the society you live in. Those sounds like a pretty good result. Lastly, I guess you found a place you could come and get the stuffing fucked out of you without moral ramifications on your teenage psyche.”

“And I got laid eight ways from Sunday at the party and loved it,” she smirked. “Do you like my body? Do I turn you on?”

I laughed at her fishing for an obviously sexual compliment. “You know you do.” I ogled her entire body from toes to head. “Let’s see, great legs, a pussy to die for, an ass that makes every man turn with lust, a slim torso, tits just made for fondling and sucking, and a face that models envy. Your hair is long and lustrous. Add to that, an engaging personality that likes people, and better yet, loves sex, and you’ve got the catch of the year – Heather Sellens.” I grinned at her, and then pulled to me and kissed her on the forehead.

She sighed, “God, you are so loveable. No wonder Lisa and the others keep coming here to make love with you. I think I’ll become a regular, too.

“I did tell you at the party that if you wanted, you could hang out here as much as you wanted. During the work week, we’re off earning money like you’ll be doing at the hospital or else going to school and spending it. The rest of the time, we’re here or next door or both. I thought you’d be back the next week after the party.”

Heather sighed, “I would have, but I had to go on a two-week trip with my parent’s to Ohio where all my grandparents live and then I went to Canada for two weeks with my Canadian friend. I stewed about all this stuff while I was away, and then saw Trish when I came back.”

I recalled her friend’s name. “That was Daisy, right? I got the two of you to have sex together. I take it that you continued that activity with your French-Canadian friend?”

Heather blushed, “We did, like every day we could. I’ll bring her over someday soon. She wants to be with you; we talked about you. I did tell her about how we spent the evening and night, plus she already had a recommendation to fuck with you from Lisa. You’d like Daisy. She told me that she has a snapping pussy. I had to go online to find what that was. She has all sorts of pussy muscles – she called then cunt muscles. Some she can control, but if she gets going, they start working, grab onto you and pull you into her body almost like a hand. Then she starts to milk you for all your cum.”

“I would definitely like to try Daisy, but I also like you, and I remember all the time we spent together.”

Heather not only stayed for dinner, she stayed through the evening hours and then slept over in my bed after calling home to announce her intent to crash at my house; she did emphasize that some of her friends were with her. I guess we were all her friends.

Cory and Stacy, who’d started to date, came to the house just after dinner, along with Adam and Jill Timms, Paul Richards, and then two of our two male neighbors came over sans wives. Patricity and Penny had long-standing tickets to a play at the local theater and wouldn’t join us until late, if they did at all. Ross, Trish, and Kim hosted. Crystal, Carol, Tara, and I helped. That worked out well in terms of nearly balancing the sexes.

My first partner after dinner was Heather. She was loving and eager, and we had fun and great orgasms. She tried to see whether she could get her pussy to ‘snap’. If she couldn’t, she did a great rendition.

I kept track of Heather the rest of the night. I think she wanted to fuck all the men at the evening’s sex party. She went off and got with Cory, then Ross, Paul, Adam, Doug, and lastly Dale. She got all seven of us. At one point, I also saw her hoovering up a cunt load of cum from Trish as the two of them laughed. Nothing like having a close relationship with your mentor.

Most of the group were also in and out of the pool and then the pool showers to wash off the chlorine taste and aroma. That was the favored way to clean up for those not interested in eating or getting eaten while having a raw and dripping pussy. I always volunteered to clean up my messes. I was neat, brave, friendly, courteous, and a lot of other things, too. I’d been a boy scout growing up and still remembered some of what I learned.