Chapter 21

"AND THE WINNER IS ... JANEY!" I announced, holding up her arm in the air like a prizefighter. "And as your prize, my dear, which seat would you like, front or middle."

"Front!" she beamed.

I looked over at Sally, who was watching the victory celebration with a sadly amused look. I caught her eye as she glanced at me, and in the instant before she lowered them back down, I thought I saw fear, or maybe hurt, in them. It was the only time I saw her look up in my presence for the remainder of the day. It disturbed me, deeply.

I spread a blanket in the shade of a stately old oak tree and an early lunch was served. Janey and I sat. For some reason, Sally preferred to stand. I didn't force the issue and it wasn't mentioned. We were all ravenous after the work we had done that morning and were still hungry when the sandwiches, chicken, chips and fruit were gone. Reaching into the bottomless basket, I pulled out three huge slabs of moist chocolate cake and a thermos of ice cold milk. For being health nuts, the calorie-laden cake disappeared very quickly and without one complaint. It was beginning to look like it might just be a good day, after all. I hoped.

When we got back to the house, showers were in order. Sally and I took one together, and, although playful, she was still subdued. I did my best to lighten her mood, and I was very concerned I might have injured her when I had taken her so forcefully in the woods. She insisted that she was not hurt, that she was tough enough to take whatever I could hand out, even to the point of offering to let me ass-fuck her again — her words, unfortunately — right then and there in the shower. I passed on the offer. I held her close to me until we ran out of hot water. I don't think it helped, but I didn't know what else to do.

The next phase of the day was initiated as I delivered another package to each of the girls containing a skin-tight Lycra bicycle body suit. Janey's was red, Sally's green. I waited for them at the door and whistled very appreciably at their appearance. The lush bodies of my girls were highlighted to perfection, from the tight cheeks of their asses to the firm flesh of their tits. Even the camel toes of their pussies could be seen through the material.

To their visible disappointment, I handed each of them another pile of clothing containing a pair of nylon shorts and a baggy shirt. Their luscious bodies were to be well covered on this day. Shoes, helmet and a fanny pack completed the ensemble. Their freshly cleaned and loaded pistols were in the fanny packs.

I drove about an hour southeastward to a town on the shore. It was a quaint village that hadn't quite been hit by the hordes of vacationers yet. We rented a bicycle built for three at a local rental shop and I intended to spend a leisurely couple of hours riding up and down the boardwalk getting some fresh air and sunshine. It was a beautiful day and the sand, sun and salt air off the ocean combined in an invigorating way. I felt we could ride forever.

Janey had control of the handlebars that controlled the front wheel and so we went wherever she wanted. We rode by several of the ubiquitous male 'hunks' that were walking along the boardwalks and asphalt paths, working out or sunning themselves on the beach. We never stopped to meet any of them, but Janey steered us by a couple of them several times so she could get a real good look at them; or, perhaps it was vice versa. I noticed she didn't seem to have a particular 'taste' in body type, hair coloring or other physical feature. That is, unless visibly bulging crotches in a tight Speedo can be considered a 'taste.' It wasn't necessarily one of mine, anyway.

There was no rigid schedule to keep as there had been last week, and the afternoon was simply a relaxing time together. The view from my position in the back seat was outstanding. For the beginning of the trip traveling away from the parking lot and the car, the ride was pretty mundane; circuitous, but mundane. Then, on the way back to the rental shop, Janey misjudged a pothole, and hit it pretty hard. The jarring force of the front wheel hitting the rough edges of the pavement jammed the seat of the bike up into her crotch. It hit her with enough applied force on the implanted vaginal and anal devices to release some of the sexual enhancer into her system. Sally and I found ourselves in the helpless situation where a girl in the throes of a totally unexpected orgasm was suddenly steering us along a winding pathway, or attempting to, anyway. Janey had no hope of maintaining headway or her balance and we tumbled in a tangle of arms, legs and bicycle into the nearest dune.

Sally moved over to Janey, holding her tight until her raging orgasm passed, and she lay still, breathing deeply as if winded from a hard workout.

"Mom, what was that? Geeze, I mean, I know what it was. But what the Hell just happened to me?"

"Oh, Sweetheart, I think you can thank your dear ol' 'Dad' for that," said Sally. "Just his way of saying 'I love you, ' I guess. If you don't want it, I'll make him take it back." I could tell she meant it.

"Oh, no! It was nice, ya' know, real nice. Just, well, a surprise, that's all," Janey said.

"Mine was a surprise to me, too, Honey. This morning. A big surprise," rued Sally.

"Oh! So that's why ... in your bottom..." Janey turned her face to her mother's and lowered her voice to almost a whisper. "Do you, uh, really like it in, well, back there, Mom?"

"That's kind of a personal question, don't you think?" giggled Sally. "Let's get on back to the car, OK?"

I think that was the first time ever that Sally had avoided answering Janey when she asked a question about sex. It made me wonder just how big an error I had made that morning when she wouldn't answer, or couldn't answer Janey truthfully now. I knew she liked it up the ass. Something was seriously wrong.

It was a rough and bumpy ride back to the bike shop. Janey seemed to manage to hit every bump and pothole in the path, circling around to hit the good ones a couple of times. The 'hunks' with their bulging Speedo suits were completely forgotten as she bounced her way to giggling orgasm after orgasm riding a bike in broad daylight. Both women were riding high on the sexual rushes they were having, leaving me to do most to peddling, and, as the route was quite circuitous, it took a lot more time to get back than it normally would have. But we finally made it.

Janey drove back to the house, again doing a good job. She and I had been out several times during the week to give her additional practice driving. She drove through the heavy downtown traffic with assurance, always leaving good safety margins between her and the cars in front.

We arrived home just as a large van pulled away. The driver gave me a cheerful wave as she drove by. Apparently everything had gone according to plan and the arrangements for the evening were in place. I smiled innocently at Janey's questioning look and she got an excited smile on her face, anticipating another surprise for the evening. I turned to watch Sally reading the logo on the side of the van and shake her head knowingly. She'd recognized the driver and the van. There was a little grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, but the sadness in her eyes was still there.

At the door, I stepped between them and held my hands lightly over their eyes. "Eyes closed please, ladies, until I say to open them."

They dutifully closed them and made the obligatory attempts to peek to see what was going on. I led them sightless, or nearly so, to a room on the second floor in the back of the house. It was a room that we seldom used.

"OK, you can open your eyes," I said.

They looked around. There were pillows scattered on the floor arranged around a large Persian rug. The walls were covered with draperies of sheer material in pastel colors and the windows were covered with thick tapestries. It really did look like something from Arabian Nights, and I was smugly pleased with the results.

"I wondered what Cece was doing here," Sally said. "I didn't remember her calling to say she was coming over."

"You know Cecilia Washington?" I asked carefully. More of Sally's undisclosed past was coming out, but this was just too coincidental that she would know the new wife of my best friend.

"Sure! She was my roommate in college for the year and a half I was there. Why?" she said innocently.

Oh, Shit!

"Oh, nothing," I mumbled. "It's just that, well, Mac and I are good friends, too. I just wondered how come it never came up before."

Sally didn't answer, but had what I refer to as her 'Mona Lisa' smile on her face; totally unreadable, but promising depths of intrigue and mystery that would drown any man who ventured in unawares. I let it drop.

Mac's new wife, Cecilia, ran a specialty high-end catering service that specialized in arranging quality theme parties and dinners. I had never met her and, when I had approached her through Mac about this project, she had accepted the challenge immediately, even on short notice for such a small group. Now I knew why. I wondered just how much of a surprise this really was for Sally. This Arabian Night style theme had been a new one for Cece's business, but she had attacked it with enthusiasm. I could tell Sally and Janey were impressed with the results, as was I.