Chapter 15

“MOM? NATALIE AND I want to spend the night with Dennis. I um ... have my church clothes with me,” Lana said to Elsa as the gathering was breaking up.

“So, you came prepared? Not exactly a spur or the moment decision, was it?”

“No, ma’am. Nat and I talked while we were cooking.”

“Lana, älskling, are you going to become sexually active with Dennis?” Elsa asked using a Swedish endearment for her child.

“Yes, Mor. Not tonight, though. Maybe not this year. But I saw it today when I took him his lunch. I saw that he was my man. One day, we’ll become sexually active. When we’re ready,” Lana said.

“Oh, my precious daughter. How could I prevent you from being with the one you love? I’ll explain to your father that you are staying with Natalie. She will be with you, yes?”

“Yes. If anything ... um ... comes up that I can’t handle, she’ll take care of it.”

Mother and daughter looked at each other for a moment and then both snorted as they broke out in giggles.

“If I knew then what I know now, I would never have gone back to Sweden after high school and made your father come to get me. But I was blessed for my patience with you. Be sure to call me if you need anything or just want to talk.”

“I will, Mom. Thanks. You’re the best.”

“Have you ever?” Natalie whispered as she and Lana lay in bed next to Dennis. The three teens were naked and Natalie was stroking his cock. “I mean ever touched it?”

“Um ... Well, we have hugged and kissed in the shower,” Lana said.

“I mean with your hand. It’s so soft and silky, yet it’s rigid.”

“Once,” Lana began, glancing at Dennis. He smiled at her. “Once when I took lunch to him in the field, I put sunscreen on him and he got hard like this.”

“He got hard just from having you put sunscreen on?” Natalie asked.

“I was kind of behind him and he felt so good I let my top slip up so I guess I was applying sunscreen with my breasts.”

“I can just imagine it. That would make me hard, too,” Natalie laughed. Dennis started to say something but Natalie put a finger to her lips. “What happened?”

“I knew he was hard and I’d caused it. I couldn’t really let him get back on the tractor in that condition, so I just slipped my hand in and stroked him a few times. That was all it took. He really shot a long way. Like five or six feet.”

“Wow! Can you just imagine what that feels like when it goes off inside you?”

“Have you...?”

“Yeah. There have been a couple of times when we forgot the condom. It’s really intense. Do you want to touch it now?” Nat asked.

“Dennis? May I?” Lana asked.

“You know I’d love that, Lana, but don’t let Nat seduce you into doing something you really don’t want to do yet. Okay?”

“I kind of came over thinking maybe I’d be able to,” Lana said. She reached her hand out to join Nat’s stroking the hard flesh. There was a new flood of lubricant that escaped from his cock and she collected it in her hand and spread it down his cock. Dennis whimpered a little.

Lana kept stroking, but lifted herself high enough that she could kiss Dennis. He automatically began petting her breasts and lightly thumbing her nipples. Lana whimpered in response. She felt Natalie’s hand leave hers alone on the cock, but when she stroked up its length, she encountered her girlfriend’s lips wrapped around the head. Dennis stroked his hand down her back and buttocks, then slipped around to the front as their tongues played together. Lana was breathing in short gasps as she stroked from the base of his cock to Natalie’s lips and back. Dennis played with her outer labia and she spread her legs, inviting him to explore more intimately.

“I’m ... I’m gonna come,” she gasped. At that moment, she felt Dennis pulse in her hand, the semen being captured in Natalie’s mouth. Dennis’s fingers circled her slippery clit and Lana joined in the orgasm—so intense, she passed out.

“Please don’t ever ask me to do that,” Lana whispered. Dennis and Natalie both turned their heads to her.

“That?” Natalie asked.

“Um ... You know. Take his cock in my mouth. Just seeing you do it almost made me throw up. I just don’t want my face anywhere near it,” she answered.

“Honey, you don’t have to do any of this sex stuff if it’s not right for you. Don’t imagine you have to do that to please me,” Dennis said.

“Oh, I liked holding you and feeling you come. I just couldn’t watch. Kissing was wonderful and being touched was really intense. I’m the only one who’s touched me there before. I like your hands and I love you both,” Lana said. “I don’t know when, but I’m pretty sure that someday we’ll become lovers and have regular sex—like Natalie wants to do right now.” Lana giggled and Nat bit her lip. “I just don’t think I can ever do blow jobs. And, I’m not really ready for even this amount of sex. I just can’t help myself.”

There was no time for playing when the three woke up Sunday morning. The exhausting day and exciting night before left them sleeping in until Dot knocked on Dennis’s door to wake them up. They scrambled to get themselves showered and put together in time to make it to church. Peg was quite put out that they were almost late and she needed to sing to Jesus at church.

Most of the girls made it to their two pews before the service started. Tori, Debbie, Diane, and Judith all went to the Center United Methodist Church in White Center. Their parents were insisting they go to their own church for a change. Nonetheless, the service was pleasant and Peg’s singing, as always, was exquisite. Dennis silently estimated that most of the growing attendance at their church was to hear his sister sing.

Sunday afternoon, the whole gang gathered to grocery shop and make meals.

“Why do they want to put so many restrictions on feeding people who need help? To hear them talk, you’d think the State had some better way of helping them,” Judith complained.

“Well, if you are in food services, you have to have licenses and health inspections. They don’t care if you’re serving a casserole to the poor or a hundred-dollar steak to the one percent. You’re serving food,” Natalie said.

“Does that mean we need to get a license to prepare family meals here?” Tori asked. “I mean, we’re making meals to serve to someone else, right?”

“Not exactly,” Lana said. “We’re preparing meals in the home where they’ll be served. It’s exactly the same as having a cook come in or making your family dinner. It’s prepared here, it’s eaten here. Except when we make an extra to take home, then it’s still prepared by the family and served by the family. At least there are some limits to what the government can do.”

“If that’s true, then couldn’t we stop over at the Abernathys’ house, for example, and cook a few meals for them in their kitchen? We could probably do a little cleaning to help as well if they are both sick,” Roberta said.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Leanne said. “Our only problem would be getting their permission to do it and finding a time when we could prepare.”

“We could be house elves,” Rosie laughed. They all joined her and then nodded. Dot observed the interactions and decided she would call Lily and Elsa later in the evening.

Dennis and Brenda had serious studying they needed to do. Mid-terms at DMACC were on Wednesday and Thursday this week, then they’d have a day off on Friday. It kind of sucked that the schedule of days off didn’t coincide with the high school, but it didn’t make a lot of difference to Dennis since he was only at DMACC three mornings a week.

His phone chimed and he pulled it out to read the message.

“Who’s Olivia?” Brenda asked, leaning over his shoulder.

“Oh, she’s one of the team managers for the football team,” Dennis replied.

“And why is she sending messages to our boyfriend?” Amy demanded, putting on a show of being suspicious.

“It’s to tell me it launched,” Dennis said.

“What launched? The newest billionaire in space?” Daniella asked.

“No. My new website,” Dennis said. “Olivia has done all the design and uploading of everything. It’s pretty cool.”

“Wait! You’ve got a website and didn’t tell any of us about it?” Debbie said. “How’d that happen?”

“Oh, well, it’s not like the official launch. It’s more of a soft launch, she called it. There’s not much on the site yet, but now I can start adding content. Then in a month or two we’ll have an official launch,” Dennis said. He’d only learned the terms in the past week.

“More like a stealth launch,” Brenda laughed. “No one knows it’s there.”

“Let’s see. Let’s see!” Diane said.

Dennis found the site on his computer and turned it so the girls could gather around the kitchen table and look.

“It looks nice,” Lana said. “Blog. Exercises. Video? When did you do a video?”

“Talk about stealth,” Dennis laughed. “Olivia shot some footage of me leading conditioning exercises and it’s just one exercise. We still need to figure out where we can video that isn’t identifiable as the school. And no one else can be in the video unless they’ve signed a release.”

“Staying Healthy While Working Out,” Daniella read. “Did anyone we know inspire that thought?” Of course, they all knew Daphne’s injury had prompted a paper Dennis wrote for his composition class. This blog post looked significantly like that.