Chapter 15: After Action Report

Back in our suite, Mom and Tara examined me closely. Mom said, “I don’t need to ask. You had a great time with Paul. I’m not surprised; Laura talked our ears off about how proud she was of her son. His college grades were near-perfect, according to his mother.”

“Yes, he is very impressive. Our date went really well, I guess. I don’t have any experience to compare it to, but I had a great time with him tonight. He did too, it seems, as he wants to have me for breakfast, wait, no. He wants to meet me for breakfast in the morning at 7:00.”

“Mom, the nurses told me that the doctors go on their ‘rounds’ around 9:00, so if we leave here at 8:15 you’ll have a chance to talk with them when they examine Dad. There shouldn’t be a conflict with my 7:00 breakfast with Paul. I’m going to have some girl talk with Tara and then turn in early so that I’m fresh in the morning.”

“I am so grateful to both of you for what you did for me today. Paul was just staring all evening; I felt beautiful inside and out.”

Tara and I retired to our part of the suite; she sat on one of the two queen beds. I stripped off my amazing dress and hung it in the closet. Naked, I sat with Tara and put my arm around here.

“Mom was right. My date was fabulous. But I need your help, and advice. First, I love wearing these slinky dresses, and I want to avoid having VPLs [visible panty lines]. But what about, um, moisture?”

“‘Moisture’? Are you saying Paul got you all hot and wet in your pussy?”

“He did. That happened at the Halloween ball and with Ariel as well. I don’t want a wet spot showing on the back of my dress. What can I do?”

“You have to deal with it as it happens, sister. Hit the bathroom and wipe off with a towel. Or bring some wipes in your purse. Also, put some powder on your crotch, such as unscented cornstarch.”

“And then, if you find yourself in a bedroom later, fling your dress off quickly and wipe with a wet and warm washcloth—like I did before I trimmed your pussy hair. Guaranteed, the sooner your dress comes off, the happier your partner will be.”

“OK, thanks. So, um, speaking of moisture, I am about to die from horniness.”

Tara turned her shoulders to face me directly and reached to hold my neck and head. As she moved in, our eyes locked. I saw her soft, loving expression as our lips touched and pressed together.

We were kissing, sure. But there was more. I had been simmering all evening with Paul. Tara was missing Carson, as well. Her free hand was cupping my breast; her thumb was rubbing my nipple.

Then she eased me backwards to lie fully on the bed, and quickly stripped away her own clothing. We were away from home in unfamiliar surroundings and had been so stressed by Dad’s injury. Somehow it just seemed necessary to be loving each other.

Tara was stretched across my body in the bed; we were breast to breast, crotch to crotch. And still kissing. Our tongues played together. I was getting more and more aroused. Her hand left my tit and moved down to stroke on my pussy lips, and then my clit.

I came hard and fast, shuddering beneath her. When I regained some control, I flipped us over and re-positioned, so my face was between her thighs. “I’m not Carson, but I want to please you,” I said.

Her pussy was well-trimmed, like she had done for me. I just burrowed in as I believed Carson might have done. Tara held my head and groaned happily. It wasn’t long before she was writhing, reaching orgasms under my tongue.

I crawled back up to lay beside her and we were both asleep quickly. We were unaware (at the time) that Mom had been watching us make love. While we slept, she smiled and killed the lights in our room, then returned to her own bedroom for some jilling off, and then she slept.