Chapter 7

"Hey, wake up!" Tawny yelled. I jumped straight up in the bed, and Tawny laughed. Damn. She was in short cut-offs and a little white bare midriff top that was so thin you could see the color of her nipples through it. Her blonde hair looked wild.

"Where'd you come from?" Shari asked sleepily.

"A party," Tawny said. "It was wild. And I brought it with me. They're coming here soon." Shari looked over at me, her eyes bright but nervous.

"I hadn't talked to Paul about that yet," she said. Tawny leered at me.

"When he sees what's coming over later, he's not going to care," she said.

"But..." Shari said.

"But nothing," Tawny said. "We agreed and I think Paul will too. It's the best thing for all of us." I had no idea what they were talking about, but whatever it was, it sounded damned exciting. Shari looked at me uncertainly, both a little scared and a lot aroused.

"I certainly hope so," Shari said. She took my arm and dragged me from the bed. The last thing I saw was Tawny waking up Mitzi, who looked around, confused. Shari dragged me down to her parent's room and shut the door.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Tawny went to see some friends last night," Shari said. "They want to party too."

"Really?" I asked. "I didn't think she was still in contact with her husband." Shari grinned.

"They're new," she said. Then she took my arm and lay me back on the bed. She lay her marvelously meaty little body on mine, and kissed me very, very wetly.

"We had a long talk with Yoko," Shari told me, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. "She's miserable."

"With her husband?" I asked.

"With everything," Shari said. "The whole scene. She loved the kind of wild time we had last week. Just fun, without a lot of hassle." I nodded. I'd loved it too.

"So she wants to..." I prompted Shari. Shari sighed.

"I want to also, Paul. It's not just Yoko, not entirely. But Yoko and Tawny and I all want something different. We're hoping you won't be upset." My gut just dropped. I suddenly was afraid this was it: I was not needed any more. Or, at the very least, I was about to get pushed aside and made an also ran. My face must have shown my feelings, because Shari looked up at me, her expression shocked.

"No, Paul, it's not you!" she said, hugging me tightly. She pulled back, smiling supportively. "You're part of all this, Paul. And I love what we have. I wouldn't do anything to hurt our relationship, really."

Then what do you want?" I asked. Shari sighed, almost a shuddering groan. God, whatever it was she was terribly worried by it. I reached out and held her and Shari melted up against me. She just lay in my arms for a long moment.

"I loved last weekend," she said, her head still against my chest. "I loved watching you with Yoko. I wanted so bad for you to bare fuck her, so I could taste your come on her golden little pussy." I have to tell you, I love the fact that Shari can be so blunt about her likes. What girlfriend would just tell you something like that?

"We can now," I pointed out.

"But it's a hassle," she said, pulling away. She had tears in her eyes. Poor Shari was really upset.

"What's the matter, Share?" I asked her. That's become her nickname. "You can tell me, you know that. You can tell me anything." She looked up at me, her blue eyes wet with tears.

"I guess I can, can't I?" she said, managing a little smile.

"You always can," I told her. She lay against me, sobbing softly. I just held her, feeling a little guilty. I was worried something I had done had upset her, and she was afraid to be frank with me about it.

"I don't want to lose you," she said softly. "I love you so, so much."

"I love you too," I told her softly. And it was absolutely true. I completely and totally loved this lovely young woman. I wanted to be with her forever. Share began to cry softly, crawling deep into my arms and holding me so tightly I thought she would never let go.

"I wanted to see your naked cock in Yoko so bad," she said. God, I would have loved that. Like the first time Shari and I...

The light dawned. Suddenly I knew what Shari wanted. And yet, I was afraid to imagine that was really it. God, the thought of it was fantastic, just unbelievably arousing. And yet...

Shari pulled a little away from me and looked up into my face with her luminous brown eyes. She looked so young, and yet so wise. I waited, barely able to breath.

"I want you to just bare fuck any girl you want," she said. "No condoms, no safe sex, no regrets." Her eyes clouded with fear and concern. Now that she'd gotten it out, she was worried about what I would do. I smiled reassuringly.

"Only if you bare fuck guys," I said. Shari squealed in delight, showering me with wet kisses.

"Okay, I will," she said excitedly. "I promise. I'll bare fuck any guy you want me to, and even ones you don't." She giggled wickedly, almost hysterical with excitement and relief. "Oh, Paul, I love you so much." She kissed me again, more solidly this time. Shari was nearly in tears, and I was struck by the difference between this young, uncertain, loving woman and the sexual nymphet she had played that summer day, when we first met.

Then I realized that this made sense: she wanted to be that nymphet: that slutty little thing who would fuck a stranger for no other reason than she wanted to. Our relationship was cramped by fears, concerns and constraints, and she didn't want them any more.

And in Shari's very unique and individual way, she wanted to simply set them aside and decide they weren't worth worrying about.

"Oh, you won't regret this, Paul," she moaned, kissing me so sexily. "I promise. We'll have the greatest time. I'll make sure of it." She smiled up at me with those lovely brown eyes. "You'll never regret any of this, I promise."

"This means the wild road trip is on, then?" Tawny was standing at the door she'd opened quietly, watching us with a bemused smile. Mitzi was beside her, her head laying on Tawny's shoulder.