Chapter 12B

I lost it right there. Nobody is as good at oral sex as Bambi. She had me creaming almost instantly. We heard a loud crash of silverware hitting the floor in the kitchen where Neeka was loading the dishwasher, followed by a muffled, "Oh God!" as she climaxed with me.

My legs started jerking on their own and I had to pull my knees up to my chest and hold them with my hands to keep them from jerking me right off the edge of the chair. Bambi kept on licking my big clit, teasing it into ever-greater paroxysms of orgasmic delight. She was merciless. I wanted to beg her to stop and I wanted to beg her not to. By the time she let me coast to a stop on my own, I was so pleasure-saturated that I was almost delirious. I had to hold onto the table to stay upright. From the kitchen we heard a low moan, followed by more silverware dropping as Neeka tried to get up too soon.

"Does she always do that?" Bambi asked.

"Yeah," I slurred. "If we are within a few hundred feet of each other we cum together. The closer we are, the more intense it is. When we're together, I can't tell whose climax is whose. Remember yesterday, up on the deck? We got lost in each other. I felt like I was in her body."

"Amazing! So if both of you are in the same house, I can make both of you cum by making either one of you cum? That's great!" She grinned a very evil grin and I knew what she was planning.

"But what have you been doing to this?" she flicked her talented tongue across my slowly shrinking clit, sending me into another, smaller, orgasm.

"I made it bigger," I said.

She opened her mouth to ask, 'why' and then decided that was a dumb question. Instead, she asked, "What have you been doing with it, now that you made it so big?"

"Mainly fucking virgins," I said, and she knew exactly what I meant. "I haven't had a chance to explore all the possibilities, yet."

"I can think of a few things," Bambi told me.

"I bet you can."

"Mostly I think I'm going to enjoy sucking on it. It's just the right size for that and it feels so good in my mouth."

"Next, you're going to say I taste like chicken," I laughed, crossing my legs to get the morsel under discussion out of sight.

"No, you definitely taste like girl. Sweet, succulent, delicious, frequently juicy girl. Nothing else tastes quite like it."

"Hush! You're going to get me hot again."

"I'm doing my best. But you're right. We shouldn't neglect your guests."

"Our guests," I corrected. "They like you just as much as they like me. Some of them even more. Jolene, for instance. She likes you a lot."

"I'm flattered. And I like her, too. You know, when I first saw her, I thought she was kind of plain. But she has an inner beauty that shines through like sunlight through clouds. When I look at her now, I see a lovely young woman. I definitely understand what Bud sees in her."

I was about to make a smart crack about mothers-in-law, but I had done my bit to promote Jolene's agenda and I didn't want to spoil it by making a joke of it.

Bambi noticed my hesitation. "What?" she said.

"Jolene is very..." I started, but couldn't finish.

"Naïve? Unsophisticated? Immature? Inexperienced? Honey, these are not character flaws. They are part of her charm. I hope she can hang on to her innocence for a long time. It's a rare quality nowadays."

Hearing Bambi defend Jolene told me everything I needed to know about how she felt about her potential daughter-in-law.

A low hum from the kitchen announced that Neeka had finished loading the dishwasher and had turned it on. Bambi and I belatedly went in to help her clean up. As we came in, Neeka was just wiping off the counters with a paper towel and a bottle of spray cleaner.

"My word!" Bambi said. "This is cleaner than I could have gotten it. I'm sorry, honey. We should have been in here helping."

"Not a problem," Neeka said. "Don't forget. When it comes to cleaning up kitchens and tables, I am a professional!"

"So you are. But we still shouldn't have left it all to you."

"Oh, that's all right. Besides, I got my reward," she said, smiling. "I just wish I had more warning. I don't think the flatware was damaged."

"Yes, Sam was just telling me about that. That's fascinating that you two are so connected. I was just getting used to the idea that you can share thoughts. It never occurred to me that you could share orgasms, too. Sam said that you can feel it all the way up the street."

"When I'm over at my house, it's not as strong. More than a few hundred feet away and I'm not usually overwhelmed by them. Only a few feet away and I feel what she feels, exactly."

"And this close," I said, putting my arms around her, "it's like we're one person." I hugged her and bathed her with love in my mind. She responded in kind. We took a moment to hold each other and experience the sort of purity of emotion that only two people as connected as we were could have. Something of what we were doing must have shown on our faces. Bambi watched us with an expression of awe and a little jealously.

"Wow!" Bambi said. "I wish I had a camera. This is beautiful."

We each held out an arm to her and she joined us in a group hug. We tried to extend our sharing to her, and I think we might have succeeded a little bit. She sighed deeply, and then she made a soft cooing sound. We put our heads on either side of hers and stepped up the volume as far as we dared without breaking the mood.

"Oh! I feel so warm and good!" Bambi said. "Is that it? Is that what you're feeling? It feels like... heaven."

We eased off a bit and Bambi took a deep breath. We had fallen below her threshold. "It's possible!" I sent to Neeka. "She's just on a different frequency. She's getting a little bit of it when we focus on her."

"We have to try again later," Neeka sent. "I want to try to reach her. She deserves to be included."

I gave a mental nod. "Yes," I told Bambi, "that's it. That's the feeling of being loved. That's what we both feel for you." I heard Neeka agreeing enthusiastically in my head.

"Thank you," Bambi said. "You're both so wonderful. I love you both so much!"

Neeka and I reaffirmed our decision to try again later to make contact with Bambi. There had to be some way to tune into her or her into us. We both kissed her and then each other and then Neeka and I hung up our aprons and we all went downstairs to see what everyone else was up to.

The others were relaxing on the sofa, reading the paper and talking. Connie, Janice and Bud were wearing baggy t-shirts and Bud had on a pair of cotton shorts as well. Jolene was still naked. I think she was planning on staying that way every second she could from now on. It suited her, too. She could be naked and innocent at the same time, which is a neat trick, but seemed perfectly natural for her. I wondered if she would try to continue the practice at home with her family. If she did, they were in for a shock.

We all piled onto the big L-shaped sofa, which held all of us very comfortably. There was even room to spread out, but we squeezed in together to be as close as we could to each other. After the previous day and night we all felt much closer and were very much at ease with one another. When I looked around, I noticed that everyone had an arm around someone and there was a lot of spontaneous smiling and a friendly kiss being exchanged now and then. It looked like everyone was glowing with happiness and satisfaction. Right then I declared the party a great success.

We spent the rest of the time just being together and chatting about things we found in the paper. One by one, my friends collected their stuff, said their goodbyes and left. Connie had been the first to arrive and she was also the first to leave.

"This has been the best party I have ever been to," she said. "I had a great time. I had more orgasms than I thought was possible and I feel fantastic!" She lowered her voice and said in a confidential tone, "... and I learned a lot about myself, too. Coming here has really helped me get my head together. I'm going back to school next term, for sure. And when I get there, there's going to be a lot more studying and a lot less partying. I hope you will give me some more study tips."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. And I'll be happy to help you study if you like. Maybe working with you will help me get prepared for when I go to college."

"That'd be great! Thanks!"

"I want to take the most advantage of the opportunities I have to be the best I can be. To tell the truth, High School isn't really challenging me right now. I'm curious to see what college-level material is like."

"Right. Damn, girl, you're unbelievable. OK, you've got a deal. I never had a study-partner. This will probably help me keep my nose in my books a lot better. Well, gotta go." I held the door for her as she walked out to go to her car.

"Connie? Call me. I want us to be close friends, but my schedule is crazy. So give me a call and we'll get together, OK?"

She stopped and looked back at me. She broke into a big smile and said, "I'd like that. I need a friend — a real friend. Thanks! I'll call you later. Bye now!"

When she was ready to leave, Janice kissed everyone goodbye, lingering the longest on Bambi.

"I hope you will decide to stay in town," she told her. "I'd really like to see you again. Last night was great. You are really wonderful."

To me she said, "I'm going to tell Shirlene that she better watch out. She's going to have some serious competition as an adult film star. I won't tell her this, but I liked your version of the film way better."

After seeing Janice to the door, I went back downstairs. I remembered that I might owe Jolene an apology. She was sitting between Bud and Bambi and looked happier than anyone had a right to be.

"Jolene," I said, getting right to the point, "I hope you weren't upset when you woke up this morning and I wasn't there. You looked so peaceful that I couldn't bear to wake you up and drag you away."

"Oh, no! It's OK. At first I was just so happy and excited to wake up with Bud right there that I didn't even think about being alone with him. It wasn't until later, after I realized that you hadn't just gone in the bathroom for a while that I started to get nervous. Then we just got up and came downstairs with everyone else and I was fine. It really helps to have a lot of friends in the house. I feel like there is always someone right close by, so I'm much more comfortable. I think I'm really making progress. Bambi was just volunteering to chaperone us so we could be together more. Isn't that wonderful?"

I grinned from ear to ear to hear this news. It was all I could do not to laugh. My opinion of Jolene went up several points. She was easy to underestimate, because she was just so darling and childlike, but she was an intelligent young woman who had managed to get herself into a win-win-win situation in the Reynolds' house. She wanted Bud. Bud wanted her. I wanted her. I wanted her to get together with Bud. Bambi thought she was too adorable for words and wanted them to be together. Now Bambi was going to get to chaperone them when I wasn't available, which was a win for her and one for me as well, since it meant I could hand the job off to Bambi when I had to go to practice or training, or to work with my faithful and gorgeous red-headed assistant ass-kicker and chauffeur. (Raspberry from the peanut gallery at that one.)

The topper was that she knew who Bambi was, but she was keeping it to herself and using it to her advantage. On the face of it, this sounded like rank manipulation, but her goal was to endear herself to her potential mother-in-law, so she would hardly put herself in a position to be seen betraying a trust. No one who looked at that innocent and open face would ever think that Jolene could be capable of dissimulation or harboring an agenda.

"Does she remind you of anyone we know?" Neeka asked via brainwave.

"Of course, she reminds me of me. That's what impresses me so much. You remember she said I was her role model. You thought that was funny, but she's doing it. She's playing this perfectly. If there is a bad outcome on the horizon, I can't see it. If it were me, I would probably be taking a risk somewhere that might come back and bite me later."

"That's because you're an adrenalin-junkie. You like danger."

"You know me too well. But you're one too."

"I learned it from The Master. Do you still want to go to the park this afternoon?"

"Yes. It's a long-shot, but it's worth doing. The park is the center of activity. All the abductions happened in or near there. It's a good bet that all the victims who weren't taken in the park had been there shortly before. It may be where the kidnapper picks his prey."

All this took only a few seconds at the speed of thought. I was still smiling at Jolene's announcement and thinking of some way to congratulate her without tipping her hand.

"Yes, it's wonderful. She can probably do a better job of coaching you than I can, too. She has more experience and I can say with complete honesty that she has taught me a lot about lovemaking. You're a very lucky girl, Jolene." There, I did it. Jolene would understand, but the comment would go right under everyone else's radar.

Almost everyone. Bambi was looking at me funny, as if she suspected something. I just continued to smile, trying to mimic Jolene's natural innocence.

She stayed as long as she dared, but eventually Jolene had to go home, too. Bambi and Bud and I saw her to the front door and it was hugs and kisses all around before she opened the door and stepped out into the morning sun.

We had all got so used to it over the last several hours that it wasn't until I was closing the door behind her that an alarm bell went off in the back of my head. I pulled the door open again and stuck my head out to watch Jolene's cute behind as she skipped down the front steps to where she had parked her bicycle. Her cute naked behind.

"Jolene!" I called. She turned to see what I wanted. "Forget something?"

"I don't think so," she said. "I didn't bring anything..." She looked down at herself by reflex and it registered on her that skin might not be appropriate for her bike ride home. She blushed and looked around toward the street to see if anyone might have seen her. I stepped down to join her in case she became upset. It was a thin rationalization and I knew it. I just didn't want her to have all the fun.

The front yard was as beautifully landscaped as the rest of the lot, with lots of bushes and small trees to provide framing for the front of the house, as well as screening from the neighboring yards. However, since it was at the very end of the cul-de-sac and on a slight rise, our house had a view straight down the street for over a block and a half before some older trees and the lay of the land obscured it. I could see a few people out for walks and one man a few doors down was on his hands and knees working in a flower bed. The only one who was facing in our direction was a man out walking his dog at the end of our street. He was a little under 200 yards away and approaching at a slow walk. He looked like he might be coming all the way to the end and before looping back the way he came. He had on a brightly-colored Hawaiian shirt, a pair of cutoff jeans shorts and leather sandals. He was in his mid-thirties and had short blonde hair. The dog was a greyhound or a whippet. When it stopped to salute a fireplug, I could tell that it was a male.

As I continued to pick out more details about the man — he had a pair of sunglasses in his shirt pocket — Jolene tried to follow my gaze.

"What are you looking at?"

"The man with the dog."

"Where? Oh, I see him. Way down there on the left. What about him?"

"What color hair does he have?"

"I dunno. It's too far to see."

"What kind of shoes is he wearing?"

"I can't tell. Why? He can't possibly see how we're dressed from way out there, not unless he's got telescopic vision or something."

"Yeah. Telescopic vision." The man wasn't wearing any rings and I could see a palm tree logo embroidered over the breast pocket of his shirt. It looked like Bud hadn't been kidding after all. It was my eyes, not his, that were different. I could see things much further away and with greater clarity than I could before. It had happened so gradually that I hadn't noticed. Chalk up another enhanced ability.

"C'mon inside," I told her. "We'll find your nightshirt. I still don't believe you wore that all the way over here. You got balls, girl."

"Why thank you kindly! I think. I didn't let my folks get a good look at me when I left. It was fun riding along with the wind blowing up my shirt. I did get some looks from a few people. One guy pulled up next to me while I waited for a light and just stared and stared. I pretended not to notice him. When he drove off I found that my shirt had ridden up on my hips all the way to my waist."

"You enjoyed that."

"I surely did. It made me so hot that I could hardly ride my bike the rest of the way. I kept sliding around on the seat."

What could I say to her, 'don't'? 'Be careful'? I probably would have given the guy even more of a show. I had no moral authority here. What could I say?

"Good for you! Don't get caught." It sounded dumb, but it was the best I could do.

"Right. Thanks."

Neeka and Bambi had already found the missing nightshirt. It had been mixed in with the rest of the dirty laundry that wouldn't be washed until later.

"I found you something else to wear, honey." Bambi said. She gave Jolene a short Roman-style tunic with a simulated rope belt and helped her into it. It looked darling on her. The hem was almost as high on her thighs as the nightshirt had been, and it had side slits that would show her legs all the way to her hips when she was on the bike. The bodice draped lower on her than it was designed to, revealing a good bit of cleavage. It looked like a cross between a party costume and a designer dress. The label was a well-known New York fashion house.