Chapter 50: Fourth Interlude

Allison and I slept late Saturday. Okay, I slept until 6:00 before getting up to run instead of my usual 5:30. Allison generally just snuggles in and waits for me to get back and showered before starting her day. This morning she decided to start her day in the shower with me. I took my time gently soaping and caressing her awake; when her eyes looked like they were finally focusing correctly she did the same for me.

Finally there was a pounding on the door and Mom's voice said, "You'd better save some hot water for your father."

We chuckled and got out. I took a little extra time holding her close and buffing her delicate parts with the soft cotton towel. Once I had their attention I gave them each a little kiss and lick, then dabbed them dry again, wrapped the big fluffy towel around her and held her close to me. It had been a very quiet morning. Neither of us had said a word the whole time.

At last Allison broke the silence, "I think we should go to a movie."

"Okay."

"All of us."

"You mean the whole family."

"No, just our family."

"Ah, I see; just you, me, and she?"

"Yeah," she said softly against my chest, "after last night, which was amazing by the way, you outdid yourself, anyway, after last night I feel a strong need to just be close to both of you for a while. A dark bedroom cuddled under a sheet would be better, but I'll settle for a dark theater and holding both your hands."

"Hey, I can't take credit for last night. You're the one who came up with the whole thing. Boy, when you decide to have a little fantasy, you really get into it." I got more serious and continued, "Do you think Angela noticed anything?"

"I doubt it." She poked her finger in my side. "I think I stopped you from showing off before she caught it."

"Sorry about that. Thanks."

"It's okay, like I said, I don't think she noticed. The rest of the time it was just a really hot dream. I'll bet she needed a cold shower when you finally sent her home."

"Yeah, that part probably wasn't nice. At least with us we get to be together so we can work it off if we wake up that way. What about Shannon? You think she woke up frustrated?"

"You know, we talked about that once. Shannon is different. She doesn't wake up horny and hot after you two spend a night together that way. She'd still rather have the real thing but she's very satisfied with your dreamtime. I don't know how she does it."

"You think it's that whole projection thing you were talking about?"

"Hmm. Good point," she said, then stopped to think before continuing. "You know that could very well be it. Damn, I wish I could call Angela and ask how she slept. I'd bet good money that she slept very, very well and for some reason felt very satisfied."

"I hope so, and I'm glad that it's not a problem for Shannon, it's hard enough already."

She reached playfully down to fondle me. "No, not yet it's not, maybe later." She gave me a squeeze and said, "How about some breakfast; we'll see what's playing and talk it over with the powers that be."

The subject was discussed over breakfast, the motion carried under the stipulation that we get all our regular chores done first. Mom called Karen and Shannon was invited to tag along. Out of pity we made a last minute decision to invite the cripple along. Hobbling around on crutches was bad enough, but cabin fever was starting to set in; he was getting better at video games though. The movie was good. Mark sat on the aisle since he couldn't get the cast into the row anyway. I sat next to him with Shannon on the other side and Allison beyond her. Shannon held both our hands throughout. As it was a weekend, Shannon spent the night, which left poor me all alone in my bed. Okay, I'm spoiled. I like waking up with a warm girl in my arms. My night became wonderful a little after midnight when Shannon snuck into my room and cuddled up to my side. As much as I wanted her it wasn't worth the risk of getting caught.

Fortunately we still had dream space and we took advantage of it. At 3:00 her cell phone vibrated. She had set the alarm to vibrate so we would be sure to get her back to Allison's room before anyone was even close to getting up. She kissed my cheek and thanked me for a wonderful evening, then slipped under the covers and thanked me again. It was very difficult not to make noise or move around as she demonstrated her affection. She had gotten really, really good at it. Her technique was totally different from Angela's. Where Angela was basically a hard and fast face-fuck, (sorry but that's the only term I could think of to describe it) hot and to the point, Shannon was loving and soft. She didn't so much suck me off as tease me until I exploded. Angela was fun but I think she could learn a lot from Shannon.

Two months later

Whoever said time flies wasn't kidding. The last two months had gone by in a blur. Our family spent Christmas at a resort down by San Diego. Apparently my dad had bargained away a large chunk of the settlement for future privileges. Before we left he sat us down and explained that from now on, all vacations would be working vacations, sort of. When the family traveled we would be staying at various hotels and resorts owned by, let's just call them Resort X. We would pay for everything as usual, as far as anyone was concerned we were just ordinary guests. In truth, we would be refunded any monies spent during our stays. We even had a limited budget in the gift shops. In return, we would evaluate and give our opinions of our hosts, their facilities, and their staff. We would have at least one full meal, breakfast or dinner, or even both at our discretion, per day during our stay, use the various facilities, etc and then when we returned home report on our experience. Once in a while we would be asked to do the same for their competitors, just to see how they stacked up. San Diego was their top west-coast destination in the United States. There were several five-star resorts in Mexico, as well as places in Hawaii that probably would have been nicer, but still, it was a very nice place.

New Year's with Shannon's family, mostly listening to Mark complain about his leg. He was supposed to get the cast off right after Christmas and was not happy when the doctor said no. Apparently his typically teen-aged diet was not helping his bones to mend. He was put on a strict diet and a vitamin regimen to promote bone growth and strengthening. When he started to complain the doctor had informed him that if the bones didn't show signs of improvement they may have to go in surgically to scrape the ends of the break in an attempt to stimulate the process. He shut up quick and was very good about taking his pills. The one real bright spot in his life at the moment was Theresa, a sophomore from his AP history class. She had taken an interest in him when he broke his leg. Apparently she had done the same thing two years prior and was sympathetic to his plight, carrying his books to the classes they shared, opening doors, and such. She hung out with us for a few hours but her parents wanted her home by 11:00. We played board games, ate junk food and generally had a good time.