Chapter 31

With a lot of time on my hands, I decided to wash my car. I was inside cleaning out the back when Desi stuck her head in and said “Hi.”

“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at the beauty parlor with the other girls?” She grinned, tossed her pretty head with its short curly hair, and said, “Haven’t you noticed? I’m ‘wash and wear.’ I’d rather be here with you.”

I said, “C’mon, Desi, no fooling around! I’m with somebody I like a lot.”

“I know. I wish that it was me.”

“Why me, Desi? I’ve never encouraged you. I know that we fooled around a couple of times, but I never started it.”

“I know, but I’ve thought of almost no one else but you ever since you tried to kiss me that time when I was thirteen. I was jealous when you were with Sam, and I thought that I could wait her out, but this girl is different. You like her a lot, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, and I don’t want you to mess things up for me.” She looked so sad that I wanted to hold her, but I knew that doing so would be a bad idea. I said, “You know that I’ll always be your friend, don’t you?” instead. Her eyes were moist when she looked at me, but she nodded and turned to leave. She then turned back and said, “You’ll always be there if I need you, won’t you?”

I said, “Always,” then she said something odd. She said, “And I’ll always be here if something goes wrong and you need me.” I thought to myself as she walked away, ‘that was too quick! I know Desi. She doesn’t give up that easily. I wonder if she has something up her sleeve?’

It was almost six when Kristen, Della, and a very excited Denise got back and they were chattering like a bunch of hens. Their hair was in scarves, but their makeup looked great. Denise had some kind of cover-up stuff on her scars so that you could barely see them.

Kristen plopped a large bag down, and said, “Eat!” She quickly grabbed some clothes that were in a hanging bag she had brought with her; then the three of them ran out the door and got into Della’s car. Kristen yelled, “Give us a couple of hours. We’ll call you when we’re ready,” as they drove off. The stuff in the bag turned out to be some lukewarm Chinese food, but I was hungry, so I wolfed it down.

I started to get ready with a shower and shave at seven o’clock, then took my suit out of the bag. I’d had to have it let out, and I hadn’t tried it on since I picked it up from the tailor, but he’d done a great job -- it fit like a glove. Then I sat down and waited ... and waited.

The phone rang a little after eight, and Kristen said, “Okay, come and get us,” so I drove over. Desi and Bob met me at the door. Bob was in a dark suit and looked very dapper; Desi was in a multi-colored dress that made her look older and quite beautiful. Both were grinning, and when I asked why, they said, “You’ll see!” So I went inside.

Mr. Torres was dressed and sitting in the living room, drinking a beer. He winked when I came in. I asked what was going on, and Desi said, “Dad! Shhh!”

Both Denise and Kristen came to the doorway to the living room and stopped a few minutes later. Denise wore a great looking green dress that made her red hair stand out, and she looked like a million bucks, but Kristen was a jaw-dropper. She was decked out in a long white dress with sequins in several places. Her hair was an ebony mane behind her, and I thought my heart would stop when she looked at me and smiled.

She and Denise stood by the door and kept glancing through it. I couldn’t take my eyes off Kristen, but something slowly caught my eye. Her dress somehow looked familiar, but I couldn’t think of where I’d seen it before, then Kristen nodded, Denise stepped forward, and said, “Ladies and gentleman, I give you Della Torres!”

Della stepped into the room. Her hair was piled on top her head, and there were strands hanging down in that casual, but deliberate look that is so popular. She was poised and graceful, and looked seven feet tall. Her dress was incredible. It was coal black and against her bronze skin, It made her look as though she glowed. It accentuated her small waist and had a million pleats. It seemed to shimmer when she moved. The bust line was low and the creamy tops of her breasts were showing, but the look was elegant, then she slowly turned around. The top had some tiny straps running across the back, but that’s all there was! It looked like she wasn’t wearing anything at all from the back. It was open all the way down to her hips. You couldn’t see anything, but you got the impression that you could see the crack of her butt if she moved wrong. The whole effect was astonishing.

I looked quickly at the other girls. I expected to see little pangs of jealousy. They were all beaming at her instead. Even Desi was smiling. Mrs. Torres was standing in the hall behind her, and I thought that I saw tears on her cheeks, and it dawned on me where I had seen the dress Kristen was wearing just then.

Desi and Bob left first, then Denise, Kristen and I got into my car. Della rode with her folks in their bigger car because she didn’t want to wrinkle her dress getting into mine. Besides, they were going to be a few minutes late so that Della could make an ‘entrance’ at the dance.

I walked in with both girls on my arm to a lot of admiring glances from the young, and not so young, guys when we got to the dance. Denise went to talk to some of her school friends and I gave Kristen a huge kiss the first chance I had. She said, “What was that for?”

I said, “That’s your dress that Della is wearing, isn’t it?”

She grinned and said, “How did you know?”

“Because you’re wearing what she wore last summer. Why did you do it?”

Kris oddly looked at me, but answered, “Because Della has some problems, and we are about the same size, so I thought that it would be fun to boost her spirits.

“What kinds of problems?”

“Not now, Dear, we’ll talk about it another time.” It was obvious she wasn’t going to elaborate, so I said, “That’s a beautiful dress. Where did you get it?”

“It was made for me by a designer. I wore it to the inauguration last year.”

“Whose inauguration?”

“Why, the President of the United States, Silly!” I blinked at that hard. Kristen would casually drop a bombshell on me every time that I thought I’d adjusted to her lifestyle.

Della made her entrance a few minutes later, and what an entrance it was. Jaws were dropping all over the hall. She walked up to us, took our arms, and walked us to the table where the punch was. Every young guy in the place followed us. A lot of them were also looking at Kristen, so I made sure that I held on to her arm.

The band was on a break, and a lot of the guys were asking Della to dance when they came back, but a tall good-looking, dark-haired guy bulled his way through and led her away. They made a beautiful couple. He was a good dancer and you could tell that Della was pleased being with him.

Kristen and I began dancing and it was obvious that she had a lot of training. We moved very well together, and I was really enjoying myself when I felt a tug on my arm. It was Denise and she was wearing a huge grin. Kristen smiled and let me go, and I began dancing with Denise.

She excitedly said, “You’re not going to believe this, Pete, but three guys have already asked me to dance. Two of them actually got into an argument about it!” I pretended that I was shocked as I raised my eyebrows and said, “Why are you surprised? You’re one of the most beautiful girls in this whole place. Della and Kris were both worried that nobody would ask them to dance when the guys saw you!”

She hugged me tightly to her and said, “You’re full of crap, Pete, but I love you for saying it. I want you to know that I haven’t forgotten you. The Torres’ have been wonderful to me. I love them and you were the one who made it happen. I know that I don’t have a chance with you against girls like Kristen and Della, but you can count on me if you ever need a friend, or more...”

I hugged her back and I was about to ask her about her mom, but the song ended just then, and I noticed two guys standing across the room with their eyes glued to her, so I walked her over to them, and in a voice just loud enough for them to hear, whispered, “I don’t know what you see in those guys, but I’ll be waiting if you get tired of them.” Both guys looked stunned when I turned and walked away.

I was looking for Kristen as the next song started when I noticed Della. She was still dancing with the dark-haired guy. It was a slow dance and she had her head on his shoulder. She looked like she was having a good time. I finally found Kristen; she unfortunately was dancing with someone. Then I spied Bob and Desi standing at the side of the room. I walked over and asked Bob if Desi could dance with me. He nodded, so I took her to the floor.

I asked, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, he’s mad because I danced with this guy named Phil, and he’s jealous.”

“Bob likes you a lot, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, and I guess I like him, too.”

“He’s a good guy. Don’t forget, I’m the one who introduced you two, and I don’t pick bad people. You should start being nicer to him.” Then I had a thought, so I leaned in close and whispered, “But I’m not saying that you should sleep with him.” She didn’t answer; she just smiled. I got the impression that my warning might have come too late.

Kristen was dancing with someone new every time I looked for her, so I danced with a couple of girls I had met during the summer. The band took another break a little later, and I found all the girls standing together around the punch bowl. Della was there with the dark-haired guy. I walked up and put my arm around Kristen; she snuggled against me right away and said, “I’m really having a good time. I forgot what fun being around people my age was.” I made a mental note to ask her what that meant.

Then she said, “Introduce Pete to your friend, Della.”

Della smiled and said, “Pete, this is Larry,” and we shook hands. He had a nice smile, and he had a firm grip when we shook hands. He seemed like a nice guy.

Della stepped to me when the music started again, and said, “I think you owe me a dance.” We went to the floor and Larry and Kristen followed us. It was a slow number and I was able to tell Della how beautiful she looked. She said, “I’m sure that you know that this dress belongs to Kristen. I nearly fainted when she brought it to the house and took it out of the bag. It’s the most beautiful thing I ever saw. Mom says that it probably cost five or six thousand dollars, maybe more. Kristen immediately insisted that I wear it when she saw how much I liked it.”

She then looked serious for a minute, and said, “Kristen is amazing. She been more helpful to me in the short time that she’s been here than you can possibly know. She’s told me things about myself that I never knew. You’re a very lucky man, Pete. She’s a wonderful person.”

“I know. I never thought that I could feel about someone the way I do about her.”

“Not even Sam?”

“I don’t know. Maybe if Sam would have stayed around, but Kristen has become very special to me, and I intend for her to be around for a long time.”

“Sam will be glad for you. She still loves you, and hearing that you’re happy will be best for her relationship.” It was like someone hit me with a bat! I hadn’t even thought about Sam lately, but to find out that she had a relationship with someone was a shock. I’d known that it was inevitable intellectually, but to actually hear about it was disconcerting, so I lied to Della by saying, “Yeah, she said that she was seeing somebody the last time I talked with her. How’s it coming along?”

“Well, he asked her to marry him again, but she still insists on finishing high school first. I’m worried that she’ll let him get away. He’s only 24 and he already owns the largest construction material importing firm on the Islands.”

I blurted, “Twenty four! She’s only seventeen! Isn’t he kinda old for her?”

“I thought so, but he seems to love her. He bought her a huge diamond ring, but she refuses to wear it.”

My head was spinning. How could this be? Not Sam, then I took a deep breath. I had to stop this. It was stupid and I was being selfish. I had no right to be jealous and I should be happy for her, then I realized that Della was talking. I pretended the music was too loud and I asked her to repeat what she just said. “Larry has asked me to go for coffee after the dance. What do you think?”

“Well, he seems like a nice guy, and he’s sure interested in you. What do you think?”

She said, “I guess I’ll go,” but she didn’t seem to be that enthused about it. She did decide to go with Larry, so she and he got in his car and left. Mr. And Mrs. Torres shortly pried a complaining Denise away from several guys who had been fawning over her all night when they left for home, leaving Kristen and I to ourselves.

It was pretty late, but neither of us was tired, so we decided to take a ride in the country. It was cool outside, so I turned the heater on low, and it was nice and comfy in the car before long. I wriggled out of my jacket and tie while I was driving, and Kristen said, “Here, let me hang them up.” Then she crawled over into the back seat. She crawled back over a few minutes later, and she had a naughty smile on her face when I glanced at her. She was completely naked! I said, “Shall I pull over somewhere?”

She said, “No, keep driving,” while she unzipped me and took me out. She didn’t suck me hard or try to deep throat me; she simply made love to my cock. Gentle kisses and licks around the head and top of the shaft, and an occasional soft stroking had me ready to burst, but she would stop for a while as soon as she felt me get ready. She would start again as soon as I calmed down. We were out on a lonely stretch of road when she said, “Pull over for a minute.” I did, and she said, “Take your clothes off.”

I tore them off and panted, “Now what?”

“Start driving again.”

My penis had become a little soft when I took my clothes off, so she played with it until it got hard, then said, “Pull the seat back as far as it’ll go.” I did, then she climbed on top of me. She was facing me and her knees were on either side of me. She rose up, positioned my cock against her opening, and lowered herself onto me. It felt unbelievable. Her pussy was hot and wet as could be. Her face was directly in front of me and I had to bend my neck to see the road, but it was worth it. Her eyes were tightly closed as though she was concentrating on the feelings. I was deep inside her and I must have been touching bottom, because she would wince a little whenever we would go over a bump.

She began moaning “Oh, oh, oh,” and started coming. Her body was going through a series of jerks and twists, so she had to put her arms around my neck to steady herself, then she made a long, deep ‘Ohhhhhhh’ sound and her juices began running out of her, around my balls, and onto the seat beneath me. I could smell her arousal and I was hot and sticky, but it was one of the most erotic moments that I could remember. I had to pull the car over for her to untangle herself, and she collapsed against the seat after she did.

I sat watching her for a moment. She was sweating, her hair was mussed, and she was lying in a heap with her head against the door, but she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen at that moment. I was so full of love for her that I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to hold her against me, sweat and all, but I knew that she was exhausted, so I just stroked her head and waited. She opened her eyes in a minute or two, and said, “I read that in a book once, and I always wanted to try it. It was better than I imagined.”

I was still hard as a rock, and she said, “Let’s go back to the house as quickly as we can,” when she saw me. I did just that, and we zipped into Kate’s driveway before long. I was getting out of the car when I noticed Della, dressed in Levi’s and a t-shirt, sitting by the front door. I scrambled for my pants, but Kris ran naked to Della and I could hear Della begin crying. I sped to the house and opened the front door, then Kris took a sobbing Della up to our room and closed that door.

I took a second to get my wits together, then went to the car and gathered up our clothes. I took them in and lay them on the bed in one of the extra bedrooms, then pulled my suit pants on. I was waiting and wondering what was going on when Kris opened the door and called for me.

Kris had pulled one of Kate’s robes on and was sitting with her arm around Della. Kris said, “Tell him what happened,” when I waked in. Della looked hurt, and started to shake her head, but Kristen said, “Tell him. He loves you like family. Tell him everything.”

Della sighed, then she looked at me and said, “I’ve never known for sure what I am, Pete. I thought that I was in love with Sam at first, but she never felt that way sexually about me. I was sure that I was in love with you when you came into my life, and we came close to making love once, but it was so intense that I stopped. Denise moved in when you left, and I thought that I had a crush on her for a while, but she’s so sweet, and innocent in her own way, that I never let her know.”

“Now you and Kristen show up. She knew what my problem was at once, and has been talking to me about it since she’s been here. I never met anyone in my life who is as smart and understanding as she is. She absolutely overwhelms me.” She stopped for a minute, so I touched her arm, and said, “I know. She overwhelms me too, but what happened tonight?”

“Well, Larry and I went for coffee. I decided that I was going to find out what sex was about once and for all. I didn’t know him very well, so I thought that it would be perfect because I wouldn’t have to worry about feelings getting in the way. So I agreed when he suggested that we go to his place, but, I couldn’t get Kristen or you out of my mind on the way there, and I insisted that he take me home. I changed clothes and came over here.”

Kristen gently stroked Della’s hair for several minutes, then she looked her in the eye and quietly asked, “Do you think that your answer is here?”

Della looked at the floor and stammered, “I, I don’t know.”

Kristen looked at me and said, “I saw a bottle of wine in the kitchen, Pete. Would you get it and three glasses and come right back?” I rushed to the kitchen, opened the bottle, and grabbed some glasses. They were sitting on a window seat when I got back. Kristen was holding Della’s hands and Della was staring at the floor. Kristen said, “Please pour the wine and set it on the nightstand, Pete, then come here. Della wants to say something.”

Della was obviously nervous, and it took her a long time to start talking, but she finally looked at me and said, “I’ve never seen any two people as much in love as you and Kristen are. It’s obvious that you can barely keep your hands off each other. I want to know what that’s like. I want to see you make love.” I went to the window seat, knelt down, and took one of Della’s hands from Kristen, then I said, “You want to see us, or you want to join us?”

She was looking at the floor once more as she again answered, “I, I don’t know.” I looked at Kristen, and she was intensely staring at Della. I said “Kristen?” She studied Della’s face for a while, then she looked at me, squeezed my hand, and said, “Let’s take a shower.” Della questioningly looked at her, and Kris nodded, “Yes, all three of us.” I quivered as a thrill ran down my spine.

We took our clothes off and the three of us got into the shower. I could tell that Della felt awkward at first, but she began to relax when Kristen got busy shampooing Della’s long hair, and Della almost lovingly worked on Kristen’s when it was her turn. I finished first, so I was standing by the shower and holding dry towels when they stepped out together. They toweled off; then Kristen led Della to the bed, sat her down, and handed her some wine. Kris shortly began combing Della’s hair and blotting it with a dry towel until it was smooth and shiny. She handed Della the comb afterward, and Della did the same to her.

The whole thing took quite a while and it was fascinating to watch these two beautiful women working on each other. The wine was finished too by the time they were. Kristen then stood up and motioned for us to do the same. She came to me once we were standing, and gave me a long, luxurious kiss. There was a lot of touching and plenty of tongue. I glanced at Della a couple of times. She was watching wide-eyed and I saw several expressions cross her face.

Kristen then quietly whispered “I love you” to me before she went to Della and kissed her too. It wasn’t a quick peck; it showed the same passion and ardor that she displayed with me, and I suppose that she used her tongue, as well. Della’s eyes flew open and she darted a look at me at first, but she soon closed them and returned Kristen’s kiss with enthusiasm. It was amazing to watch those two beautiful bodies entwined. It was sexy beyond anything that I’d ever seen before, and I was suddenly so hard that my abdomen hurt. Kristen then stepped back and tenderly touched Della’s face. Kristen looked at me and nodded to Della before Della had a chance to react.

It took me a split second to understand what she wanted me to do, but it hit me when I realized what it was. I knew what Kris was doing, so I went to Della and gathered her in my arms. I had to move my body a little to the side because my cock was so hard that it was pressing against her, but we melted against each other as soon as it was properly positioned. The kiss was long and tender, but I was holding her so tightly that I leaned back a little and her feet came off the ground at one point. She was pressed so closely against me that I could feel the heat from her sex.

We were both breathless when I stepped back. Then Kristen said to me, “Lie down.” I did as she got on her belly on one side of me and motioned for Della to get on the other side. My manhood was sticking straight up, so she kissed it and took the head in her mouth for few seconds, then she pulled back and nodded for Della to do the same. Della’s eyes were big as saucers, and Kristen had to frown and nod again before she gingerly touched it with her lips. It would have been comical if I hadn’t been so turned on. She just stayed there with the head in her mouth, not moving and nervously looking at Kristen.

Kristen smiled and began kissing my balls and the base of my cock. Della began to get the idea; she hesitantly started moving her head and touching my cock with her tongue. I could feel myself getting ready in almost no time, and I said, to Kristen, “I, uhh...” She said, “It’s okay; go ahead,” while she grabbed a towel. Della still had the head in her mouth, but she must have known that something was happening, because she pulled her head back just as I erupted. She stared in amazement as I shot semen two feet in the air. Some of my ejaculate even landed on her face and hair.

Kristen quickly wiped her off before she touched her finger to some that was still on my cock. She held it up for Della to see; then she touched her tongue to it and licked it off. Della’s mouth hung open as she watched. Kristen giggled as she scraped off a fair-sized bit and held it out to Della, who got a pained look on her face, but she leaned forward and Kristen put her finger in Della’s mouth.

Della rolled it around on her tongue; then she looked around for a place to spit it out. Kristen quickly put her hand over Della’s mouth and said, “Swallow!” Della’s eyebrows formed an arch, but Kristen kept her hand on Della’s mouth, and she finally did swallow. She still had the pained looked on her face while she swallowed several more times, then Kristen leaned forward, kissed her full on the lips, and said, “That’s the essence of someone who loves you, and now it’s part of you. Now, lay on your back. I want you to watch.”