Chapter 47

Megan led me into the room by the hand. I could tell it was going to be an interesting night; her hand was warm, almost hot. Megan's hands were always warm when she was thinking naughty thoughts. They were in the last cycle when she was a young teenager also. It made it easy to tell when she was 'interested'. Of course, I had seldom found a time when she wasn't 'interested'!

I had barely made it into the room and closed the door when I had 110 lbs of warm, soft, sexy, wiggly, red haired woman in my arms. She kissed me passionately, trying her best to massage my tonsils with her tongue. By the time she broke the kiss, I was definitely 'interested' also. She held me close as she closed her eyes and held on tight.

"God, I've missed you so much! I can't wait to get you in that bed!" She whispered huskily. I loved it so when she was acting shy and restrained, innocent and inhibited! Don't hold back, Megan, tell me what you really want!

"What are we waiting for, then?" I asked. She looked at me with a serious look on her face; she looked like she was about to cry.

"Patrick... Katoro... please, don't get mad at me," she pleaded. I kissed the tip of her nose.

"I won't get mad at you Megan... unless you're going to tell me that you don't want to sleep with me tonight after all," I teased. She giggled, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Not likely! Well, I don't know if we'll actually sleep," she teased back. Then she was serious again. I thought I knew what was coming.

"Please, Katoro... I know you said it wasn't necessary, but I have to apologize. Please, forgive me. What I did was unconscionable. I once was one of those teenage girls... I know how much damage I could've done today. I know better than that. I don't know what's wrong with me lately; I've never done that before. I'm sorry." She laid her head on my shoulder and gave a deep sigh. I kissed her gently. I knew what was wrong with her, but I couldn't tell her.

"If it'll make you feel better, Megan... Nagalla, my love... I accept your apology. I forgive you. I don't believe there is any need for forgiveness, but please be assured you have it. You've been through some tough times lately. Sometimes we just forget ourselves. You're a wonderful role model for those girls and I'm sure they'll understand what happened today. They're good girls, all of them; they'll be ok." She beamed a grateful smile at me and proceeded to get down to some serious kissing.

After kissing me breathless, she proceeded to slowly take all of my clothes off. Very slowly. She took her time, playing, rubbing, stroking, licking, sucking and kissing as she went. By the time she had finished disrobing me, I was breathing so hard I wasn't sure I would last through her first touch. She must have realized that, because she stroked my cock very softly and gently, keeping me from exploding. When she sucked it gently into her mouth, I almost lost it though.

She stood up, after teasing and sucking me for a while, and smiled at me, her eyes twinkling merrily, as she stood before me, waiting for her turn. I slowly undressed her, teasing her as she did me. I kissed every inch of her body as I slipped each piece of clothes off. She stood there, her eyes closed, as she whimpered softly each time I touched her. When I had her completely naked, I wasn't sure which of us would lose it first.

As I kissed her, while she was standing with her eyes closed, I reached down quickly and picked her up in my arms. Her eyes flew open and she squealed with delight and surprise. I carried her over to the bed and dropped her right in the middle of the bed. She shrieked as I let go of her, as she fell onto the mattress, and then jumped up and down on the bed several times, laughing hysterically as she bounced. Maybe I had it wrong, but wasn't it the last cycle that she was a crazy teenager?

She shrieked again and tried to roll away as I jumped on the bed, landing on top of her and pinning her down. She quickly stopped trying to get away as I started kissing her again. Soon she wrapped her arms around me and held me tight as she kissed me back. I ran my hands slowly, softly down her stunning body, running them especially softly over her sides, tickling her. She squeaked and tried to stop me as I continued to tickle her softly, making her break out in goose bumps all over her body. Then she jumped and squealed softly as I ran my hand quickly through her mound. At the same time, I started licking and sucking her nipples, first one and then the other. Between stimulating her breasts and pussy at the same time, she almost couldn't take it.

As I sucked on her nipple, I slipped my finger inside her and found that special spot. As I massaged her gently there, running my thumb gently over her clit at the same time, I sucked and licked her nipple hard. Her mouth opened and she screamed silently as she came for the first of many times that night. I kept stimulating her as she bucked and thrashed around, trying to get away and hold me closer at the same time. I was beginning to think she would never stop coming when she suddenly collapsed in a heap and stopped reacting at all.

After giving her a final soft rub, I moved up beside her and took her in my arms, holding her close as I kissed and licked her neck softly. I could just feel her hand softly rubbing my back very slightly, as if the effort was just too much. I held her close and felt her heart beating furiously as she struggled to breathe and stay awake. I just held her and let her calm down. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me sleepily, swatting me weakly on my back.

"You are so going to pay for that, you brat," she whispered threateningly. Her threat kind of lost its scariness, however, when she was trembling all over and had to spend four breaths just to get the sentence out. I laughed at her.

"All that and I haven't even licked you down there yet," I teased. Her eyes opened wide in concern and she whimpered softly.

"Oh God, I don't know if I can take that tonight! I'm almost dead now," she murmured.

"Sure you can," I assured her as I moved down, spread her legs apart, and looked at her, just before I went down on her. Her eyes were wide open, almost glazed with lust and anticipation.

"Patrick... honey... I... I don't think... Oh God!" She almost screamed as I licked her anus and then moved slowly up her slit, ending up with her clit in my mouth. I sucked gently and licked it as she started to orgasm immediately. She thrashed and bucked as she tried to speak.

"Oh God... Patrick... Please... Oh! Oh God, honey, I'm dying..." Her words lost all coherence as she whimpered and cried out continuously. I couldn't understand a word she was saying, but it didn't sound like 'stop' to me. Well, maybe it did, but I wasn't sure, so when in doubt, keep going, right? She started to spasm uncontrollably and trembled all over, rolling through one orgasm after another, each one stronger than the previous one. Finally, she just collapsed and lay there unmoving again.

I moved up on top of her and put my arms around her again, holding her as close and tight as I could. She wrapped her arms around me weakly and held me as tight as she could, which wasn't very tight, as weak as she was. Her eyes flew open in surprise again as she felt me slowly pushing my cock up inside her. Then she just laid her head against me and bit my neck softly, trying to remember how to breathe as I slowly pushed all the way up inside her. She shivered as I ground my groin against her sensitive clit.

"What are you doing to me? Are you trying to kill me? I said I was sorry!" She teased breathlessly.

"You wanted me to forgive you. First I have to punish you," I teased back. She moaned softly. I stroked in and out with long, slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in slowly. Megan gripped me tightly with her arms and legs, her eyes shut tightly as she struggled to remain conscious. More than once her muscles tightened up completely and she stopped breathing briefly as orgasm after orgasm swept her away. I could feel her internal muscles clenching and milking my cock as she came. Finally, she forced her eyes opened and whispered hoarsely in my ear.

"Please, come inside me now!" She pleaded as she tightened her vagina muscles again, milking me strongly. Much as I wanted to keep teasing her, that was too much for me and I released my load in her. I think we both blacked out briefly as we clung to each other tightly.

When I finally opened my eyes again, Megan was looking at me, eyes open and smiling softly. She kissed me gently.

"Wow!" She whispered. "You can do that anytime you want. What got into you?" She asked playfully.

"I missed you too," I confessed.

"Even with all those hot young things I left to take care of you?' She teased some more, a big smile on her face. I kissed her back.

"Even then. No one replaces you, Megan. They just make it almost bearable," I said almost seriously. She giggled.

"Even Amy?" She asked. She smiled again to be sure I knew she was not upset or worried.

"You and Amy are both special, Megan, but in different ways. Neither replaces the other," I reassured her. I was pretty sure she was kidding; Megan didn't have a jealous bone in her body. None of the girls did. I still took every opportunity to reassure her, however, just in case. She laughed at the expression on my face.

"It's ok, honey. This isn't a test or a contest. I know you love us both. I'm not worried, and even if I had been, I wouldn't be after tonight," she giggled again.

Once again, Megan was wrong. It was happening more and more lately — her being wrong, I mean. Despite her earlier prediction of going to bed early so I could get some sleep, I didn't get any sleep that night. I didn't complain, however.

I woke up the next morning to Megan watching me again. When I started to play with her again, she took my hand, kissed it, and then held it away from her. She grinned mischievously.

"Not here. In the shower. Hurry!" She whispered. I did. We did. The only thing that was better than Megan in bed was Megan wet and soapy and slippery.

When we finally had to get out of the shower, because the water was turning cold and several inconsiderate others wanted to use it, we dressed and went out to the kitchen to scare up some breakfast. Much to my surprise, Kim and Heather had cooked breakfast for us on our last day with them, with Lisa and Lori helping. It was delicious.

I noticed during breakfast that Amy was acting funny. She was quiet and subdued. I looked at Megan and motioned towards Amy with my eyes. She shrugged slightly and flicked her eyes towards Amy also. Her answer was obvious; 'I don't know either, talk to her'.

Once things calmed down, I waited until Amy and I were alone in a room together and then walked up behind her and kissed her on the back of her neck. She jumped, surprised, and then leaned back against me and sighed. I picked her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom, ignoring her surprised, then annoyed squeaks and sat down on the bed, turning her to face me. I held her close on my lap, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, snuggling closer. After a few minutes of gentle kissing, I put my lips up to her ear, nibbling gently.

"What's the matter, Amy? What's eating at you?" I asked, whispering in her ear. She shivered from my warm breath on her ear, and then mumbled something I couldn't hear.

"What?' I asked.

"I said it's nothing. I'm just being stupid. I can be a real baby sometimes. Other times, I'm a teenager. Which is worse?" She asked, giggling, hoping to throw me off track. It didn't work.

"You're not stupid and I happen to love you as a teenager. Tell me, honey. If it's important enough to be cranky about, it's important enough to tell me," I said, trying to get her goat. It worked.

"I am not being cranky!" She said sharply, proving my point. I just grinned at her. Finally, she got it, grinned self-consciously, and punched me playfully on the arm. Then she turned serious.

"I still don't understand, Daddy. Why did you teleport me out of there? I know you explained it, but I'm your Protector and Guardian. I'm supposed to protect you and keep you safe. I'm supposed to die for you, if necessary, and be glad to do it for you. And I am. Don't you trust me? Am I not doing a good enough job for you? I can get better, I know I can," she almost whispered, looking like her favorite puppy had run away. I hugged her to me and just held her close as she waited for my answer.

"Amy, sweetheart, do you know anything about Chinese culture?" I asked. She gave an odd, almost 'duh!' look; she knew that I knew she loved archeology and ancient civilizations and was almost an expert on those things. She was not as good as Megan was, but not bad for a teenager. None of that seemed to help her understand where I was going with this. I continued without an answer.

"In Chinese culture, if you save someone's life, you are then responsible for that person's life for as long as they live. Well, that is the way it is for us with our Protectors and Guardians. You have risked your life many times for me. I am therefore responsible for you and your life, outside of being your Dad. Amy, honey, I would never abuse that responsibility by intentionally taking you into a situation where I knew there was a good chance you could be harmed. I trust you implicitly; I trust you with my life. I wouldn't have insisted that you remain my Protector and Guardian when you wanted to quit if I didn't. I sent Megan away too. There was no way I was going to risk the lives of my two favorite people, the two I love more than anyone else in the world. It has nothing to do with trust, Amy; it has to do with love, and with my need to protect you." I hugged her and held her close as she tried to fight back the tears. She was largely successful.

"I love you so much, Daddy. That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. But please, my job, my place, is next to you, regardless of the circumstances. Please don't ever do that to me again," she begged. "You're not a Protector and Guardian. You have no idea how much that hurts, to be sent away and kept from doing our job. It's not just a job, it's our life. We're driven to do it. It's almost physically painful to not be allowed to." I kissed her nose.

"I can't promise that, Amy. I will promise that I'll never do it again without having thought it through very carefully. But I won't risk your life unnecessarily, honey. You're far too important to me to do that. If I'm going to get you killed, then it doesn't matter to me if I die or not; life just wouldn't be worth living anyway. You and Megan both." I grinned at her. "Just don't tell Cindi I said that!" I joked. She gave me her 'you dolt' look.

"Daddy, Cindi has known for years that I'm your favorite. She doesn't mind; she understands. It's not like you have slighted her in the least in the affection category. Besides, she was 'with you' first and nothing can ever take that away from her. She's happy with the way things are."

I kissed her some more. I guess she could tell where things were headed, because she pushed me away gently, reluctantly.

"I still have my special night coming up. Today is for Megan. It's her last day with you for awhile. I can wait," she smiled gently, reluctantly at me. I knew I could change her mind pretty easily, but I knew she would regret it. Why was it that all my girls suddenly were paragons of self-control?

I managed to trap Victoria alone later that morning. She had been avoiding me successfully up to that point. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her close. She tried to avoid hugging me back and tried to break away, but that didn't last long. After I kissed her soundly, I looked at her and grinned.

"So, what's going on between you and David?" I asked, arching my eyebrows. I sure wish I could just do one like Megan. This would have been the perfect time for it. Victoria groaned out loud.

"Patrick... please. Why is my sex life of such interest to you?" She asked, and then turned red as she realized what she had just admitted. I grinned again.

"So you admit there is a sex life there, huh?" I teased. She whimpered.

"No! I mean yes... I mean... I... damn it; I don't know what I mean! Can't you at least leave me a little self-respect and just drop it?" She pleaded. I can be down right dense sometimes <some times??> {Shut up, Amy}. Victoria looked at me, her face serious. "Besides, I don't want to make you jealous. I know how you are about me and other guys." I smiled gently at her. She was concerned about my feelings, bless her little heart! It was almost enough to make me leave her alone. Almost.

"I'm not jealous of him, cutie." She blushed as she always did when I complimented her on her looks. "Besides, I think it's kinda cute." She looked at me, startled.

"You and John," she muttered to herself. I raised those eyebrows again questioningly. She blushed again.

"John thinks it's cute also. He told me to go for it. Why are you not jealous of David? You are of John." She looked confused. To tell the truth, I wasn't clear on the difference either.

"Maybe it's because I know he's just a sometimes thing. I mean, I know you really care about David and all, but he's a long ways away and..." I know I looked embarrassed and I knew it would sound insecure and childish, "I know you'll never leave me for him, or forget me because of him. He won't take my place. Not that I have you in that way, that you would leave... I mean, it's not like we're dating or something... you know what I mean," I stammered, feeling silly and embarrassed. Victoria's eyes opened wide in surprise, and then she hugged me close, making me shiver as she kissed my neck softly.

"Oh, Patrick. I'd never leave you or forget you for anyone else. No one can ever take your place. You know that, don't you? I love you and you will always be first in my mind; you always have been." Her eyes were shiny and bright. Now I felt guilty, because I knew, as important as she was and would always be to me, she was at best tied for first in my mind. A three way tie. She smiled gently.

"It's ok, Patrick. I know that. It's not a contest. I'm happy being slightly behind Megan and Amy," she said, answering the statement I hadn't made. How did they do that?

"So, John is ok with your occasional fling with David?" I asked, trying to get the focus off me. She blushed again.

"Yeah. He wants to be there next time. Says it would be fun," she said, blushing even more. Then she hugged me again, a concerned look on her face.

"What's that sad look for? You said you weren't jealous!" She asked me, afraid she had hurt my feelings.

"I'm not. I'm just sad. That will be your threesome. Then you won't need me for it anymore. I was almost looking forward to it," I moaned sadly, only mostly kidding. Victoria suddenly giggled.

"Not true! You aren't getting out of it that easily. That fantasy is not for just any threesome, or foursome. That's specifically with you. This won't impact that at all. Besides, it will warm John up to the idea, make it easier to convince him!" Her bright eyes were twinkling merrily. Oh, how she loved to embarrass me! It wasn't fair; I would never do something like that to embarrass her! Well, I wouldn't; much.