Chapter 41

SATURDAY MORNING — OCTOBER 5

Jeff stood in the vanity area. Flopping his cock over into the sink, he started to wash himself when he glanced in the mirror. You idiot. You can't go to Kayla like this. You have to wash more than your dick. You're covered in sweat and pussy juice. Turning, he went in to take a quick shower. A few minutes later, hair still damp, he put on shorts and a tee-shirt and picked up his pants. After stopping by to get Little One out of her bedside drawer, he walked out of the suite and across the hall. Diana turned over in her sleep, the gap he had left in the bed closing as his wives snuggled closer to each other.

I don't have time for all three girls as late as it is, so I'll do Kayla tonight, he thought as he quietly opened her bedroom door. The blue beams reached out from Little One as he quietly walked toward the bed. Kayla's already slow breaths of deep sleep hesitated for an instant, then resumed even more deeply.

He pulled the sheet back momentarily and held the Healer near Kayla's chest, watching for a second as Little One positioned herself to her liking. He turned to lay his pants over a chair, then slid under the cover with his new wife-to-be. Setting his internal clock for 5:45, he closed his eyes, his hand grasping Kayla's as his breathing deepened and his mind gave way to sleep.

As consciousness gradually returned, Jeff felt Little One spreading out over his shoulders, radiating contentment.

{{{ Your new wife was basically in good health. But I started the process to bring her body to its potential, as well as the process of enhancement, as you call it. }}}

Thank you, Little One. Diana says that Kayla is special.

{{{ Her brain has a slightly more advanced aptitude toward telepathy. It is too soon to tell whether that aptitude will be of consequence. She should, however, fit in well with your other wives. There is already a strong feeling of love for you, and a feeling of ... belonging. }}}

Thank you for taking care of Kayla, and ... for all you have done for me and, well, for all of us. I would be dead if not for you.

Little One was silent for a time, then, {{{ I have missed you. I would have gone with you to your base. }}}

The "would have gone" had connotations of I would have liked to have gone, but Jeff wasn't sure of her precise meaning.

I know. I wanted you to go, but the security is so tight on the base that we would never have gotten you past the entrance without them knowing it. They would have found you for certain and I was afraid that once you were back there they would try to take you from me.

{{{ They are not capable of doing that, if I decided to not go with them. }}}

I know, but that wouldn't work either, he thought, using a bit of tact. I missed you, too.

Jeff lay content for a short while, then pulled Kayla into his arms, enjoying feeling her breath against his shoulder for a moment before she awakened.

Her eyes popped open and she stared up at him. A look of wonder crossed her face. Taking a deep breath, she whispered, "You did it, didn't you?"

"Yeah," he answered, simply.

"My body feels different, even just lying here. I feel ... good. Really good. I..."

"I have had some serious discussions with the general concerning what I can tell my wives. He has given me some leeway. You will meet Little One later. Now isn't the time for proper introductions."

"So Little One is the Healer? You talk as if she's ... alive."

"She is an artificial intelligence, and ... more. She is, indeed, alive, but she is very much different from the other Healers. She's the healer for a ... Prime. Plus, she has expanded herself far beyond her original design. She is stronger and has achieved the capability of tapping a power source that I cannot seem to even understand; although, she has tried to show me several times. I think, from what little I can understand, that it is based on the dimensional energies, much as the ship uses, according to her. But our communication is cumbersome at best. I receive emotions, whole concepts, images ... other things. She doesn't communicate with words. I have to translate what she sends into our wording, and the translation is far from perfect. Sometimes we totally misunderstand each other. We're stumbling forward together."

"Oh, my gosh," Kayla whispered. "Where is she? When can I see her?"

Jeff hesitated for a moment. "She has learned to change her shape. Frequently, she rides my shoulders spread out almost like a small, thin blanket, her color mimicking mine."

"Can I see her? Please. Does she look like the other Healers when she's not on your shoulders?"

Jeff hesitated for a second, his expression becoming blank as he conversed with Little One. Then, "She does look much like the other Healers; well, in her unaltered state, at least. But, no, I don't want you to see her now, because she doesn't want to show herself like that. She wishes to be ... presented to you. She worries that you will be fearful of her if you see her change. Kayla, she is a person in every sense of the word. Female. I don't really know how I know that, but she is. I care very much for her. Please, let's just get up and go to breakfast. We'll talk about this later, and I promise, you will get to meet her soon."

Kayla gave him a fake pout for a moment, but it morphed into a grin after a second. Crawling over Jeff to get up, she tried to check out his back as best she could, but she couldn't see anything to indicate there was an alien machine under his tee-shirt clinging to his shoulders. Standing, she pulled her own tee-shirt over her head and threw it to him. Laughing, she ran to the bathroom.

Jeff stood, picked up his pants, put one leg in and was standing on one foot putting the other leg in when Kayla came barreling out of the bathroom. Jeff tried frantically to push his foot down the leg of his pants, but of course, his foot momentarily caught in the tight jeans. When Kayla slammed into him, laughing, bubbling with energy, she caused him to stumble back onto the bed.

On top of him, her face only inches from his, "I forgot to tell you thank you for those wonderful orgasms last night, and for using the Healer on me. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

Laughter catching, he chuckled, said the heck with getting his pants on, grabbed her in a hug and kissed her. At least that stopped the repetitive thank-you's.

With her mouth locked to his, some rather superb titties having bounced practically in his face as she tackled him, and the tussling, his dick had somehow found the opening in his undershorts. Jeff Junior ceased to "hang" and quickly came to full-hard.

"Oh," Kayla hissed out as she felt Jeff's cock between her legs. She had seen it outlined through his shorts, but it had not been erect. She broke the kiss, pushed up and looked between them. "Oh, shit," she mumbled, her eyes locked onto the pole practically at her exposed pussy. Diana told me he was big, she even emphasized it, but that thing will never fit in me regardless of what she says. He'll split me wide open.

They both heard a gasp from the door, then two more.

"Oh, shit," Kayla and Jeff said together as they looked.

Whitney was holding her hand over her mouth. Nat and Nicki were just standing there with their mouths hanging open.

Jeff's cock wilted as if it had been immersed in a bucket of ice water.

"We're sorry," Whitney said as they started to back out the door.

"We didn't mean to interrupt," Nat said in a strained voice.

"Oh, fuck," Kayla whispered as she disentangled herself, put on a robe and started for the door. "I'll get them settled down and meet you in the kitchen in a few minutes," she quietly said over her shoulder to Jeff.

Jeff quickly pulled his pants the rest of the way up, then startling everyone, said, "Bring them here."

Kayla was now hugging the girls, when she turned to Jeff, "Are you sure?"

"Bring them here."

"We're sorry, Major," Nicki tried to say as they shortly stood next to Jeff.

"No Major, remember? Just Jeff. Nothing has changed. You guys didn't do anything wrong — nothing. Do you understand?"

There were tentative replies in the affirmative, but it was obvious that they were only saying what they knew he wanted them to say.

"Have you ever seen a cock before, other than Ingles' dick?" Kayla asked as she turned each of the girls to look at her.

"Uh, yeah," Nat said.

"Lots of times," Whitney added.

"'Lots of times?'" Kayla repeated, puzzled. "Surely there was more discipline than that at the orphanage?"

"Don't bet on it," Whitney snapped. "There were a lot more boys than girls. You had to be careful to not be alone when you were around some of the boys. Some of them were nice, but others weren't. We three stayed together to protect each other. Hardly a week went by that one of the boys didn't unzip his pants and pull his thing out for a second. We've seen a lot of ... uh, cocks and almost all of them erect. The guys would shake them at us. Nothing much was ever done when we complained, either, so we basically quit complaining if the boys didn't try to touch us. But we've never seen anything like..." she wound down looking toward Jeff.

"We're sorry we interrupted. We didn't know Jeff was here," Nicki said, her voice low. "We've spoiled everything for you," she finished, with tears in her eyes as she looked at Kayla.

Jeff was sitting on the side of the bed. He took Nicki's hand and pulled her to him to sit on his lap. "This all sounds silly, but here's what happened. Kayla was just thanking me for something ... well that we did last night. We made love a little bit, but not intercourse. I slept here last night for a while. She got up to shower, then came running back in to thank me for loving her. I was putting on my jeans when she grabbed me to hug me and we fell on the bed with her on top of me. That's when you guys came in. Having a beautiful, nude woman in my arms produced the same results that it did with those boys when they saw you three. But we were not going to have intercourse. We're sorry we embarrassed you..."

"You didn't embarrass us," Nat said.

"Can we see it again?" Nicki asked with a devilish grin, her eyes glancing downward.

"No," Jeff said, his face starting to flush.

"Why not?" Whitney said, indignantly. "You showed it to Kayla."

All four females were now looking at his groin, and Kayla had a chicken shit grin on her face.

Jeff pushed Nicki to her feet, then stood himself and swatted Kayla on her butt. "Get showered and get some clothes on so we can get something to eat."

"Didn't take you long to get her out of her clothes, Dad," Arlene said from the doorway, not even bothering to try and suppress her grin.

"Don't start," Jeff said as he passed her on the way back to their suite to get fresh clothes, while trying not to hear the giggles behind him.

As Fred pulled away from the camp office, he called over his shoulder, "Where are we going? Where's my navigator?"

"Just find us somewhere to eat breakfast," Jessica responded from the living room. "We'll decide then."

Fred didn't care. They could have stayed right here on the lake as far as he was concerned. He had three pretty women who seemed determined to keep his balls empty, and his first love was in his mind to reflect the orgasms back and forth and tell him how much she loved him — well, when she wasn't bitching at him for getting himself cut. He would head back toward the Interstate. They would find something near the interchange, or he would just turn south. Something would strike his fancy soon. Whistling tunelessly, he checked for traffic and pulled out as his mind drifted back to this morning and being awakened as Jessica slid her warm pussy down his dick.

Shortly after he pulled onto the road, Jessica hollered out to him, "Get on I 295 South to exit 21 B, then west on I 10 until you get to exit 343. Turn onto US 301 south toward Strake. We're going to Silver Springs for a ride on the glass bottom boats."

Fred scribbled down the directions. "Roger that," he said as he tossed the small pad on the dash. "There's a place to eat on our right. You gals ready?"

"Yes," a chorus of female voices answered him from the back.

Doesn't get any better than this, Fred thought yet again as he gently turned the big rig into the restaurant's lot.

This morning, the girls were eased into the breakfast routine as Ann, Jennie and Melissa each guided a girl through parts of the meal preparation. Diana took Kayla under her wing as Jeff looked around the kitchen, grinning at the activity and smells. Grabbing a cup, he started for the coffee when Helen motioned in the general direction of the living room. "Coffee is already in the living room. Get out of here before you're run over," she teased. As he started to turn, she grabbed his head and kissed him for a second. "Go talk to the guys."

Jeff grinned back at her. "Yes, Ma'am."

When Jeff got to the living room, Dave, Frank and Bill were sitting in front of the fire that Dave had just started. Jeff poured himself a cup from the carafe on the cart and pulled up a seat.

Dave turned to look at Jeff. "Have you heard from Fred since he got out of the hospital?"

Jeff blew gently on the steaming coffee and grinned. "Yeah, Diana talked to Carla after we got home last night." Thinking about it, Jeff's grin got bigger. "Apparently his women had a — shall we say — private welcome home party for him. The only gripe Carla had was that his semen tasted bitter after all the steak he had eaten. Seems like he set some kind of record at a restaurant. Obviously he's healed already, or close enough."

"You think Fred wanting all that food was the result of his body healing quickly?" Frank asked.

Jeff took a tentative sip of the coffee and leaned back. "Yeah, other than the bear attack, I think Fred was the first of us to get hurt badly since we've been ... enhanced."

"But you took longer..." Frank started, then amended it to, "then again, you had part of your shoulder that was destroyed — wasn't even there. His was a cut, from what we've been told. Basically no material lost, although the cut was severe."

"Come and get it before we throw it out," Diana said over the PA.

Their conversation interrupted, they hastened to the kitchen.

"Coke for breakfast?" Ann teased. "How do you do that?"

Nicki looked chastised. "Uh, if we're not supposed to..."

Ann, suddenly realizing what she had done, turned fully to Nicki and took her hand as they sat next to each other at the breakfast table.

Diana, having heard the exchange blurted out, "Dave, what are you and Evie up to today?"