Chapter 252

The Retreat

..."That's Diana, her daughter and mother," Courtney offered as she grabbed Bridget's hand. "Come on. I'll introduce you."

As Courtney introduced Bridget to Diana, Arlene and Susan, the young visitor was wondering how three women, who must be sisters, could possibly represent three generations. I must have heard Courtney wrong, or maybe she was joking.

The three women had hurriedly stepped onto the stoop. Knowing they would be exposed to the cold for only a short time, they hadn't bothered with coats. Braless, their nipples came to attention in the cold, and all three had large, very sensitive nipples, not to mention that they were lactating, but the latter wasn't evident for the moment.

The women hugged the visitors, then Diana hurried everyone inside where she motioned to the coat racks. "You can hang your jackets there," she told them, then speaking mostly to Bridget, "but if you go outside for any length of time, you are welcome to use the heavy coats. I'm from Georgia. Personally, I doubt if I'll ever get used to the cold up here. We seldom had more than one snow a year in the Atlanta area, if that, and it was usually gone in a day or two. We frequently get snow up here, and it hangs around, to put it mildly. I was told that the ski resorts get an average of twenty-nine feet of snow each year, and we're every bit as high up as they are. We didn't have snowmobiles or snow skis in Georgia, nor any use for them, but up here, they're great fun, and we have plenty of both if you should want to try out skiing or snowmobiling. So, welcome, Bridget. Oh, yeah. Sometimes it takes a little while to get used to the altitude, so in the beginning you might be short of breath if you do anything strenuous, but your body will quickly adapt."

"Thank you. Your ... uh, home is beyond beautiful. It looks so majestic sitting up here."

"Well, we like it, and as I said, welcome."

"We were just starting to put the food on the breakfast bar when we came out to meet you, so your timing is perfect," Arlene remarked to the three as she grabbed Bridget's hand. "Come on. We can sit together and get to know each other."

When the group walked into the dining room, Diana picked up an empty glass. After tapping on it with a spoon to get everyone's attention, "We have another new guest, so let's all welcome Bridget Olsen." For the third time that morning, everyone at the Retreat was introduced to someone new.

Diana insisted that the new people be first in line at the breakfast bar. Arlene escorted a blushing Bridget, and Nat, Nicki, Whitney and Selina escorted Eric, Angela, Alice and Terri. Of course, Selina had to be helped occasionally because she wasn't tall enough to reach some of the food, but it wasn't long before all the guests realized that she was much, much more than just a six-year-old child.

As they were eating, Angela mentioned the kidnapping, but Jeff asked that the subject be tabled until after breakfast.

Goodness, Angela thought, I almost mentioned the rescue. What am I going to do after we get home? All it would take would be a slip of the tongue. What is Jeff going to do with us? I guess that Eric's thoughts about us signing a non-disclosure agreement are sound, but what if we slip up?

Bridget was sitting between Arlene and Courtney, and her mind was in turmoil just as Angie's was, only about something entirely different. Every woman I've seen in this place is wearing a wedding ring, but where are their husbands? When everyone was introduced, I wasn't given their last names. Not that I could have remembered all of them, anyway, but it's easy to see that two or three of the women and girls seem to be attached to certain of the men, but a number of the women have kissed Jeff, or otherwise shown affection toward him. What's going on? Courtney has been really sweet to me, and Matt seems nice too – in addition to being sexy as can be, and I'm drawn to him – really drawn. But he's married. Oh, what's wrong with me? She felt her nipples perk up as she thought of Matt. I don't need to dwell on last night, she admonished herself. My clit is sore from my rubbing myself off a half dozen times. But Matt must have screwed Courtney for hours. I can't help it. I blush every time I look at him, and ... last night, I even dreamed of him making love to me. She tried to direct her thoughts elsewhere, but her eyes kept coming back to Matt, who was sitting directly across the table from her. She accidentally caught his eye, and he winked at her.

She quickly looked back down at her food, but she knew she was blushing, yet again. I've never been so attracted to someone before, even my boyfriend I thought I would someday marry. What's the matter with me? But Courtney seems to constantly try to maneuver her husband to be alone with me. Is she trying to get us into a threesome? I'm not built that way. She took another bite of her scrambled eggs, then washed the mouthful down with a swallow of orange juice. Then again, I was so hot as I listened to them last night. I've never been that sexually excited in my life. I wonder if I would have gone into their bedroom if they had opened the door and invited me in. Oh, crap. I'm all mixed up. Then another thought dawned. Is this a commune or something? A group of rich people all screwing each other? What have I gotten myself into? But everyone has been so nice. I don't know what to think.

The meal over, the new women and girls insisted on helping with cleanup. Eventually, Jeff asked Eric, Angela, Alice and Terri to go to the living room and wait for him. Getting Matt aside and out of earshot of the others, "Diana says that Courtney has told her that Bridget is 'the one.' If she's going to be a wife, I need to enhance and block her."

"Oh, shit, Jeff. This is going too fast. I only met her yesterday..."

"Matt, you're an Alpha. Alphas, particularly enhanced Alphas, bond quickly. There is something about us – about our makeup – that allows us to quickly realize whether a woman should be ours or not. Follow that instinct. Your wife has been enhanced, and according to my wife, is becoming a Queen. What does she say? Is Courtney definite about your marrying Bridget?"

Matt wanted to use logic. Logic was a tool that he used every single day as an agent, but logic didn't seem to fit in with meeting a female one day and talking about marrying her the next. "Uh, Jeff – shit ... I don't know. I haven't even kissed her, and for that matter, haven't made up my mind about what Courtney really wants. She thinks she's becoming a Queen. Her breasts are suddenly full of milk. She had some day before yesterday, and a lot less the day before that, but last night, her breasts were full. She's certain that Bridget is 'the one.' Ah, hell," he said, exasperation creeping into his voice, "I'm attracted to her, but I'm not sure I want to risk my marriage by bringing another woman into it, no matter how sexy she is or what my wife thinks. She's always been jealous of me, and she's snarled at a woman or two over the years when she thought the woman was paying too much attention to me. Now, suddenly, the complete opposite seems to be the case."

"So, you haven't kissed Bridget yet?"

"Well, no, of course not."

"Then go do it."

"What ... Shit, Jeff, I can't do that..."

"Ah, come on, Matt. She sat at the breakfast table and couldn't keep her eyes off you. Every time you looked at her, she blushed. You've already reeled her in to the boat. Time to get out the net and land her. Grab Courtney, and the three of you go down the hall to one of the alcoves. Kiss Bridget and see what happens. And Matt..."

"Yeah?" Matt replied with a sigh.

"If Courtney is showing signs of becoming a Queen, and she says she wants this, you can bet she won't back down about it. I fought it at first, but I eventually gave in to letting my Queen choose my wives, and only after fourteen of them did I finally put my foot down. Somehow, the Queen is fulfilled when she adds to her husband's harem, or family, or whatever you want to call it. Give up and take it like an Alpha. Trust me. Having a pissed off Queen is no fun. Of that I can damn well assure you. Let her run the household, and you do the rest. Now hurry. I don't want to have to go through the introduction to what we really are twice in a row when I can get it done with one go. Oh, yeah, Diana is talking to your Queen, so she'll be ready when you are."

Jeff motioned to Courtney and Diana who were standing near the living room door conversing. Courtney nodded, then turning away, hurried to where Bridget was talking to Arlene, grabbed Bridget's hand and started toward the door. "It's up to you now," the Prime said. "Go kiss her, but make sure you hold back on your pheromones. She should fall for you when you kiss her, if she hasn't already, but you don't want to overwhelm her with your pheromones. My guess is she's ready to be your mate. At any rate, kiss her, and if you love her, tell her so. Then bring her into the living room. I'll show her Little One and talk to her. We'll see what happens."

Matt stood for a moment, trying to make up his mind. But Courtney turned toward him and motioned for him to come with the two of them. He could see the almost desperation on her face. Shit, she's into this – whatever it is – full bore. Jeff says to let my Queen make the decision about my wives. My wives. That sounds ... nuts. I'm supposed to have one wife, aren't I? But Jeff says I'm an Alpha, and ... I can feel him – strongly. Logically, you can't feel another person, can you? he asked himself yet again. But, dammit, I can. Courtney is lactating, and that's impossible without her first having a baby. I can release pheromones, and when I do, Courtney tries to fuck me to death. Then there's Little One. One miracle after another. Dammit, I can't help but believe Jeff, no matter how weird it sounds.

While he had been thinking, he caught up with his wife and Bridget just as they turned into an alcove in the hallway. Courtney hugged Bridget, then her hands still on the younger woman's shoulders, pushed back to arms' length. "Bridget, I know you have feelings for Matt, and that's perfectly fine with me. I want you to kiss him. I've already told you I think you would be a great mate for him."

"But..." Bridget stammered out, her face scarlet. "I don't know..."

"Please," Courtney said. "I promise I won't be mad, and I promise you'll love it."

"I can't kiss your hus..." Bridget insisted just as Matt took her in his arms and gently pressed his lips to hers.

"Mmm, I canmmm," Bridget tried, her hands lifting out from her sides and slowly waving around as she struggled with what to do with them as he kissed her, but Matt held her tighter and moved his mouth a little on hers, nipping gently on her lower lip, then pushed past her lips to touch his tongue-tip to hers. She heard Courtney encouraging her to kiss Matt back. Her mouth was open slightly and so was his. She seemed to breathe his ... essence. It was as if it swirled around her, through her – becoming almost tangible. A kiss had never done this to her before. She felt her emotions flare, her body responding to his closeness, knew her panties were becoming wet. Can he smell me? she wondered, her mind awash in feelings that were far stronger than she ever thought they could be. With startling clarity, she felt his love for her. This can't be. I barely know him. Amazing herself, she pressed her body against him while drinking in his presence, her mind awash in emotions that made anything she had ever felt before seem like only ghostly images of the real thing.

Her eyes closed as this handsome, virile man held her close. She could feel his sex pressing against her stomach, his being seeming to surround hers. She forgot about not knowing him very well; forgot about his wife standing beside her, could only feel him, smell him, want to become part of him, her desire flaming. She had never felt like this in her life. Even last night's sexual intensity as she listened to Matt and Courtney while fantasizing about Matt making love to her, had only been a shadow of what she was feeling now. Fantasy and reality seem to merge – and intensify. She hadn't realized when she had begun kissing him back – no longer cared that she had glued herself to him, nor cared that she was moaning into his mouth. Her body became weak and she slumped against him, very aware of her breasts pushing against his hardened chest muscles. The kiss went on and on. She had no idea how long. She had never been kissed like this – never knew a kiss could be like this. It was more than a kiss – much more. When Matt finally moved his mouth from hers, she was well on her way to having an orgasm.

Courtney tried to tell Bridget about Matt being an enhanced Alpha, but the block wouldn't allow it. Frustrated, she hugged the young woman. "I want you two to do that a lot, and whatever else you would like to do with each other. I'm not crazy, Bridget. But you'll understand one of these days. Now kiss her again, Matt."

Matt didn't have to be pushed into it this time. If this is what Court wants, I'm darn sure willing, he thought as his mouth captured Bridget's again. When he finally broke the kiss that time, Bridget weakly muttered, "I can't believe this is happening," her voice full of wonder, barely loud enough to hear.