Chapter 263

Idaho Springs

Bridget awoke with Courtney shaking her shoulder. For a few seconds, she couldn't remember where she was, but as consciousness fully returned, she felt Matt's hard body pressing against her back. The hallway light was on, and with the door open, there was sufficient light to see the grin on Courtney's face as she stood by the bed looking down at Bridget.

"Come on," Courtney whispered, "let's get our bath out of the way before we wake our husband."

The "our husband" brought a torrent of thoughts and feelings cascading through Bridget's mind as she moved. She felt a sticky wetness between her legs and a soreness within her vagina. She grimaced as she eased from under the sheet. Courtney noticed the grimace and reached out a hand to help the younger woman stand, then touched her lips to Bridget's forehead for a second, and whispering, repeated, "Come on."

Bridget took a normal step and was hard put to not whine aloud. Her next steps were much shorter. With a concern in her voice, Courtney quietly said, "I ran a bath for you. Soaking in the warm water will help. After that, thanks to Diana, I have a new tube and applicator of the best vaginal cream in the world. She calls it pussy cream and buys it by the case."

A couple of moments later, Bridget raised a leg to step into the tub. The movement caused more semen to drain from her sore pussy and another flash of discomfort. Courtney tried unsuccessfully to hide a smile. "Told you that second go might be too much."

Bridget responded with a somewhat guilty look, and both women giggled.

Bridget eased down into the water, giving a contented sigh as she leaned back against the tub. Courtney got in and sat back against the other end of the big tub. "Hope you don't mind, but I need to soak for a few minutes, too. I had planned to just watch the two of you make love, but as you know, Matt had other ideas. I never expected you to make love to him that second time, though. I knew you had to be sore even then, let alone after another long lovemaking session."

As the women talked, Bridget soaped a washcloth and began to bathe herself. When she reached her breasts, she realized that her nipples were tender. As she moved, she felt her internal soreness again. "I should have taken your advice and just made love once, but watching the two of you got me so hot, I just had to touch him. After that, I couldn't have stopped, even if I had thought about it. How long did he do me that second time?"

Courtney had begun bathing herself as Bridget talked, but stopped to think. "Uh, probably about twenty minutes – way longer than was advisable for a virgin," Courtney said with a grin. "But, I'm tender as well. To be honest, I wondered if Matt would have anything left after he made love to you, but when I woke up after passing out when you did, he was already playing with my pussy and nursing my breasts. He has always been a superb lover, but after the enhancement, he's gotten even better. Last night, though ... Well, I had a few doubts that he would be able to satisfy both of us, particularly as horny as I was. Foolish thoughts," she added with a giggle. "My pussy is swollen almost as much as yours."

Bathed, both women having used Diana's pussy cream and each wearing a pad in case there might yet be more sperm drainage, Courtney headed to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee while Bridget went to wake Matt. She stood looking down at him for a while, then leaned over to touch her lips to his. Just as her face came near, he grabbed her and shouted, "Gotcha."

The teenager screamed and jumped back. If she hadn't just urinated, she would have peed on herself. "Oh, I like your attire," he said sitting up as Bridget stood blushing, then whacked him on the chest.

"You scared me to death," she complained.

Courtney walked back into the bedroom, obviously having heard the exchange. "He does things like that every now and then, and he waits until the absolute worse time to do it. The intervals are so far apart that I never expect it, and he always scares the crap out of me." Walking over to Matt, she leaned to give him a kiss. After the kiss, he nuzzled a bare breast.

"We don't have time for that," his wife reluctantly said as she pulled back. "If you start nursing me, then I'll have to have some of that," she said motioning to his morning erection. "Then I imagine Bridget would need a little loving too. It would be noon before we managed to get to the Retreat, not to mention how sore the two of us already are."

Standing, Matt smacked Courtney on her ass, then looked with a mock leer at the two almost-nude women, both wearing only panties. "Like I said, I like your attire," he commented as he pulled Bridget to him and kissed her.

Courtney hugged both of them. "Hurry and get ready, Husband. Bridget and I will be ready as soon as we finish dressing."

Since they had already dried their hair, it took only a couple of minutes to put on jeans, tops and shoes, and less than ten minutes for their makeup. The two women had packed three suitcases the previous night and now put them into the Escalade, then filled insulated cups with coffee to drink on the short trip. By then, Matt had showered, shaved and dressed.

As he followed the women into the garage, Matt noticed Bridget's mincing steps. He opened the front door for his wife, then the back door for Bridget. As she started to get in, he took her in his arms. "I'm sorry you're sore. I apologize. I know better and should have passed on that second time. I'll get Jeff to have Little One..."

Bridget smiled up at him. "You will not. My soreness isn't just your fault. I knew that I would be sore. In any case, I practically attacked you that second time. Besides that, it would embarrass me for Jeff to know I'm sore – and the reason."

Matt chuckled. "Oh, I imagine Jeff is familiar with women being sore, but I am sorry. In my defense though, last night was a first for me, well, for both Courtney and me. We've never had another person in bed with us. And, well, having two beautiful women ... I uh..."

"His dick wouldn't go down," Courtney finished for her husband, amusement coloring her voice.

Blushing, Bridget rose onto her tiptoes to brush her lips against Matt's before getting into the Escalade.

As he backed the vehicle out of the garage, Matt noted, "We obviously didn't get any more snow here last night, but that might not be true for the mountains. Unless the road is bad, we should be there by six."

The Retreat

The clouds had thickened and it was now beginning to snow harder as Jeff, Art, Arlene and Kayla got to the back door of the Retreat after their morning run. Both big dually pickups had arrived thirty minutes earlier, but instead of it being just the Alphas, (Fred, Van and Jeremy) their women were with them as well. They had come early to help prepare breakfast.

Matt, Courtney and Bridget pulled into the parking lot and Matt tooted the Escalade's horn. The three quickly got out of their vehicle, grabbed their suitcases and hurried to catch up with the tired runners.

"How were the roads?" Jeff asked as he held the mudroom door open for everyone.

"Good all the way. The snow didn't start until just after Winter Park," Matt answered. "But it increased steadily as we came up your mountain." Motioning out the back where the snowfall was now coming down much harder, "Looks like we got here just in time. Are we still going to train?"

"Oh, sure," Jeff responded. "It will be classroom to begin with, anyway. The Sergeant will start you off with a lecture on the pulse rifle, then with hands-on instruction for field stripping, cleaning and maintaining the weapon."

"And..." Arlene added, "I suspect he'll throw in some calisthenics, particularly push-ups and sit-ups – he surely did with us. He said that way we wouldn't doze off in class. Fat chance of that," she said with a snigger.

Courtney and Bridget stared at her with a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights look.

"You have a week before your turn," Art told them with a grin. "Might want to go ahead and start with some calisthenics, though."

"Will you help us?" Courtney asked Arlene. "I've been running a couple of miles three or four times a week, but I haven't tried pushups in a long, long time."

"And I haven't exercised since I graduated high school more than a year ago," Bridget injected. "I'm probably going to hold everyone back," she worried.

With a grin, Jeff looked at his young daughter-wife. "Let's see now. That makes a couple of shooting classes plus a PT class, your college classes and your training on the Ship. Looks like you're going to be a wee bit busy."

"I'll help you all I can," the young Queen told Bridget and Courtney, ignoring Jeff.

"Please. We want you to."

They chatted for a moment before the others went on down the hallway. Arlene walked into her husband's arms, kissed him, then looking up at him, "I want Ann and Kayla to help me. Ann is feeling left out of my life and Kayla is a logical choice for weapons. She's had more overall training than I have, for that matter. But how much do I teach Alice and Terri? Just the basics so they won't hurt themselves with a gun, or more? And besides, I doubt if Eric will feel comfortable with me teaching his daughters. I'm only sixteen..."

" ... and a Queen, and an excellent shot, and an excellent teacher, and someone closer to the girl's ages. I'll talk to Eric, and I suppose he will want to be there for the first time, but I want you to do the training. The girls will, hopefully, never be in a combat situation, but then again, never say never. I want them, like Selina, to be able to defend themselves if something happens like the mercenary group attacking us here in our home. I've been impressed with what Eric has told me about the girls, and from their reactions when they were kidnapped, there's no doubt they are very intelligent and they're fighters. I think they, as well as Eric and Angela of course, will make fine additions to our clan. Just go slow with Alice and Terri, and be extra careful. They're both so full of energy that it's almost scary. Don't hesitate to use calisthenics to enforce the rules when they screw up. A few push-ups for minor infractions will get their attention. Watch them like a hawk, though; they are, indeed, young for handgun training, but I want all my clan to be able to defend themselves if need be. You be the judge of how much training you think they're ready for, but just as I said regarding Selina, I want them to be able to defend themselves if they're cornered and there's no other option."

"I'll ask Ann and Kayla to help me..." Arlene began.

But Jeff was shaking his head. "No. I'll talk to them. I want you to be clearly in charge. You're my second on the ship and I want everyone to become accustomed to that. Oh, your mother is the Clan Queen, but she has too much to do to be involved with training."

"She still outshoots me half the time, Daddy, no matter how much I practice."

"Good. It'll keep you on your toes. I'll also talk to Eric and Matt."

"Daddy, they're Alphas..."

" ... And you're a Queen. Trust me. Once they see you shoot, they won't let out a peep. They'll be too worried they will have to shoot in front of you and show how piss poor they are with a handgun compared to you," he finished with a grin.

"Should I have Selina in the same class with Alice and Terri?"

Jeff thought for a second. "I wish we could, but Selina's hands are so small, she'll never be able to hold one of the full-size revolvers, and I'm worried that she can't effectively do ball-and-dummy with the little pistol – not with her small hands. Besides, all I want is for her to be safe with a weapon, and also to be able to defend herself should a last ditch situation come up involving her."

Jeff was quiet for a moment. "On second thought, you can try interspersing already-fired .22 casings with a couple of live rounds in her magazine for ball-and-dummy, and have her work the slide manually, just like we do for the larger pistols. She's a tough little thing. You never know; her hands might be strong enough to pull the slide effectively. I don't have any dummy .22 rounds. If the empties won't feed, just coach her through firing with all live rounds and have her concentrate on the basics. I'll leave it up to you to decide what she can and can't do. Just make sure she understands the functioning of any weapon we have in the Retreat, other than the pulse rifles, of course. Her hands are too small to unload and safe most of our pistols, but she still needs to understand the basics. The pulse rifles are just too heavy for her to handle."