Chapter 9

I had to have an ironclad response for when Cindi and Brenda want to talk about David's upbringing, childhood memories, and family, so I spent about thirty minutes coming up with an answer that solved everything. When I got back to the suite, Cindi AND Brenda were showered and resting on the bed, wearing fluffy bath towels and nothing else.

It was clear that they had come to some kind of agreement about our sleeping arrangements, and Brenda was elected to inform me. Being the prudent man I was, I sat down on the sofa facing the big bed, and waited for her to pass sentence.

Brenda looked part temptress, part soul mate, and partly scared. I sympathized with her, but hesitated to make it easy without knowing what they had decided about sleep arrangements tonight, and presumably until, I took them home. Her eyes were big and serious, but her smile was calm and kind.

Truly, I had no clue as to what was coming, so I waited.

"David," She said it with trepidation. "Cindi and I have talked this thing through and I really do see where my daughter is coming from. I thought she was shielded from the not so nice parts of my marriage to George, but now that we have been open and honest about our feelings, I see that she was just allowing me to think she didn't know how badly I was being treated.

"George LOVED to have control over me. After Cindi started to develop a woman's curves, he threatened to rape Cindi and bring home his trashy friends for a gang-bang, to keep me in line. He hurt me in so many little ways. Cindi says it was to make himself feel big and important, but I wonder if it was just because that was how he excited himself.

"Before you used your mouth on me last night, I hadn't climaxed in years. It was such a shock when you grabbed me and pulled me onto your face, that I stopped worrying about you treating me like George did and just cooperated. Whatever caused me to let you ... do that to me, was all it took to remind about how good great sex feels.

" ... and it was very good.

"Cindi says you are the love of her life, and I look in her eyes and know she's telling the truth, but when I look in yours, it's like I see someone so much older than you. When you took charge and set up the police to deal with George, it was like something I'd expect a forty year old to think up.

"Then you knew just what to do to get us out of the house and out of town before the TV people started making up lies about us. I saw you ... last night ... in bed beside me ... and I felt so ... safe. It was like ... for the first time in SO LONG ... I didn't have to cover up what was going on right under Cindi's nose and take the beatings without making a sound ... When you put your mouth on me, I relaxed and went with it, and the pleasure surprised me so much, I wanted to cry and shout for joy at the exact same time."

Then she did cry. Big tears slowly built up in the corner of both eyes and slid silently down her face while she talked.

"You gave me back my womanhood. Can you understand how precious that is to me? I was a thing that George used for sex. That's all I was, and if I started to enjoy it, he would do something evil to make sure I didn't

"Then you made it all go away in just a few minutes ... Who knows how to do things like that at eighteen? Who?" They were both crying by now. Cindi was holding herself in a ball, much like last night, and Brenda stared at me, forcing me to look in her eyes while she opened up and told me everything.

She reached for me then, allowing me to crawl up on the bed and take her in my arms to comfort her, while she finished airing her dirty laundry.

My arms went protectively around her, and when Brenda melted into my embrace, the towel dropped away, and her naked body curled itself around me. Her small, perfect breasts were tipped with tiny, red nipples that begged for my lips. I could smell the body wash she'd used, and the fresh scent of her deodorant.

Cindi dropped her towel and joined us, taking a minute to push off my shirt and slacks and boxer briefs so that we'd all three be on equal footing.

Satisfied that I was as naked as she, Cindi curled herself into her mother's back, softly whispering words of comfort and assurance into her ear. I held Brenda protectively and kissed the top of her head, while stroking her back to let her know we were there and that no one was going to hurt her any more.

When they'd both cried themselves out for the time being, Brenda sniffled, looked at me with a sad smile, and said, "What I wanted to say, before I told you so many of my ugly secrets, was that I really do want you to stay beside me tonight. Cindi is certain that she knows you well enough to guarantee that you will refrain from forcing yourself on me, but she also promises that if I initiate something, you will be with me ... like we were ... last night." Her eyes were huge when she asked me to either screw her brains out, or sleep naked with two gorgeous women and pretend to be a eunuch.

I was back where I was the first night I slept with Constance. I was the guy attending a platonic sleepover ... and that guy never got laid.

Coward that I am, I caved in immediately and kissed her tears away, saying, "Of course I will respect your wishes. You are completely in control of your body. Not me, and you don't need to ask for permission to be in control. The other thing is, YOU NEVER have to ask for permission to control your own body. Any man who makes you do something like that is no man and deserves to be horsewhipped."

For some reason that got Cindi giggling, and it wasn't long before Brenda was giggling with her.

They gang tackled me, giggling, poking me and each other, and generally letting off steam. We laughed and played for a good ten minutes, before Cindi parked herself on my face, demanding I give her my full attention. Before she came, she lifted off and said, "Last night I TOLD YOU I was too sore to do it again. Why did you let me force you to make love to me?"

Still in the spirit of our giggling, she added, "And you," pointing at Brenda, "Why didn't you screw him unconscious, so I couldn't force him to make me even more sore?

"Don't I get any respect around here? I'm the one who's so hot, and until night before last, so virginal, that David raced all the here from far away to have his way with me and prove that good sex does cause you to see the stars. Why couldn't you at least keep him satisfied so he COULDN'T have sex with me, even though I gave him no choice what-so-ever?

"I swear, a girl just can't catch a break anymore..." That last outburst got her so giggly that Brenda and I pounced at the same time and tickled her into submission.

When Cindi was finally too tired to continue laughing, we relented and stopped tickling. As she got control of herself, she hugged her mother and said, seriously, "I mean it Mommy. David is amazing at sex. If you think you want it, just tell him. He's ruined me for any other man forever. I'm pretty sure your experience will be the same." Before Cindi could provoke Brenda into intercourse, I announced that I needed a shower before bed, and left them to finish ironing out their agenda between them.

Just as I expected, long before I was done showering, the curtain opened, and Cindi climbed into wash my back ... and other important parts. She made sure to give Mr. Johnson a happy ending, because, as she said, "In case Mommy doesn't want screwed into the mattress, I'd hate for you to suffer blue balls all night long."

She got a serious look on her face and said, "I can't understand what you DO to me. I was SO SORE after we made love all night, but by this evening, when it should have been much worse, it felt like a mild, almost non-existent, twinge of pain. When we made love in the shower, it should have felt like I was being scraped with a wire brush, but other than a little soreness, there was nothing but pleasure. And now, when I KNEW it was going to hurt ... nothing???

"What's up with you? Mommy warned me about the soreness, and I was willing to endure it to make sure you got taken care of, and then – poof – nothing? I just don't get it, but I am very grateful." She abandoned talking and resumed loving. By the time we got out of the shower, she'd really done a number on me, and I was ready to sleep.

Of course, Brenda had another need that I was responsible to satisfy.

Cindi toweled off and crawled straight into bed, beside her mother, naked and exhausted. We could hear her softly snoring within seconds. Her complete collapse into sleep and cute noises got me smiling, which Brenda picked up on and joined in.

We were looking straight into each others eyes as we giggled quietly to keep the noise down, when she leaned in and soul kissed me. Her mouth tasted fresh, and her tongue was soft, hard, and demanding, all at once. We gradually moved around until she was lying completely on top of me, grinding her pubic mound into Mr. Johnson.

There was no mistaking that action. She was ripe and needy.

In spite of the recent shower activity, I was rather near the brink, also.

Just before I could pull her legs apart and drill her, Brenda stiffened, grunted, and came with a rush. Her whole body shook as she experienced her peak. Mr. Johnson was howling at me for satisfaction, but something told me to hold back and see how Brenda felt after recovering, since she'd been through so much abuse. Rather than have my way with her, I laid underneath her exceptional body, and let her grind herself to the end.