Chapter 49

The demands of the day came at me the second I walked into the office suite, located in the very back of the house, just inside the cave. Stacy was deeply involved in a phone conversation and my other office staff were working around their temporary space like it was election night and they were manning the campaign phone.

Without speaking with anyone, I passed through into my office, which was deeper inside the cave and quite large. When I had it built my idea was that I was creating a playroom that was large enough for all the toys that a young adult male needs to keep him from going stir crazy.

Even before I was seated, Stacy was in and piling a group of things onto my desk that just couldn’t wait. My concept of can’t wait and Stacy’s are not the same, so I carefully picked through the stack and reordered them into three sets. There was the list of people I must call, right now. Next was the stack – much larger – that was for later. Finally there was a very large stack of people I might call, but might not.

Sometimes people in the Unites States Government measure their importance by how quickly the Chief Executive calls them back. It only takes one phone message marked, “IMPERITIVE,” that could wait for weeks, or doesn’t need my attention at all, for a person to fall into the third column. I might call them and I might not.

Stacy makes no such judgment calls. She simply takes messages from everybody from the Senate Majority Leader to the Attorney General and puts them into some kind of order that makes sense to her. She must have done that for Sam, but I would have to ask her about her decision making process where my phone list is concerned.

It might be tonight and it might have to wait, depending on how sore she is after having an all-nighter following seven years of abstinence. If she is not sore, then I would bet that she can’t wait to get alone with us, get naked and see if anything interesting happens. If the effects of our energetic and elongated love-making had her too sore for a quick follow-up, then we might have a very long conversation, still naked, of course and work through some of our thoughts, questions and feelings about becoming a threesome. Mr. Johnson felt very strongly in favor of the former.

You just don’t know until you know, and then you know.

For certain.

As I contemplated Stacy rushing about organizing my office for the day, I took time to study her. With a body that ninety-seven percent of the women in the world would die for, Stacy also had a lovely smile, gentle, loving eyes and hair that swirled around her head as she moved in a way that could captivate a man if he would stand still long enough to see it.

It took Jennifer to make me want to appreciate Stacy and now that we’d both made love to her, it was on my shoulders to make certain that I fully appreciated the gifts along with the risks she took. If the press chose to destroy me, they would burn her to the ground in the process. Just think of Monica Lewinsky for an example.

Shaking myself out the morning after stupor, I attacked my must call list and began my day.

By six P.M. my to-do list was done and the office squad had all left for their evening out. Stacy stayed behind to tidy up and she walked me back to the house. I looked around before squeezing her in a quick hug and made sure she knew she was to be with us again. “Jennifer insists you stay with us - like family - O.K.?”

Stacy blushed and said, “Jennifer called me and was quite direct about our evening. Thank you, Mr. President.” Rather than talk where a Secret Service Agent might hear us, I hurried her to the off limits area of my home.

Jennifer looked happy and something else that I couldn’t put my finger on. The thing I could put my finger on was her wonderful bottom, which I did with a squeeze that I followed up by sliding my index finger all the way down until I was pressing up through her silky panties into her wonderful vagina. She shivered and giggled, while Stacy blushed.

She blushes a lot.

Jennifer was hot, wet and ready for anything. Her eyes glistened as we kissed. As Jennifer and I properly greeted one another, Stacy stood off to the side, uncertain of her role in all of this. I remembered how awkward Winnie felt when Colleen, Rebecca and I frolicked in her presence when we were just bringing her into our relationship. Having been through this type of three-legged relationship before, I knew how to proceed. Pulling Stacy into our hug, I slid my fingers down inside her panties and lightly brushed her, eliciting a moan and causing her to grind just a bit into my hand.

With Stacy as anxious to play as Jennifer and me, it took no time to get them undressed. Once their bodies shined in the bedroom lighting, Jennifer set about removing my clothes, while Stacy gently rubbed her lovely hard nipples down Jennifer’s back. The combined sensation of my fingers and Stacy’s had Jennifer squirming, panting and looking for relief, all at the same time.

I was so lucky...

As I contemplated my good fortune, Stacy leaned over Jennifer and took possession of my mouth shoving her tongue in as far as she could, reminding me that there were two ladies in need of immediate attention. Seeing our mouths engaged beside her neck, Jennifer slid down and took turns licking Mr. Johnson and Stacy’s dripping clitoris. We didn’t need more stimulation. What we needed was the bed, conveniently located within easy reach.

The three of us tumbled into bed, tangled and already sweaty. Jennifer was the neediest because she had been alone most of the day. With that much time on her hands, she probably fantasized about what the three of us might get up to when we returned from the office. Watching Stacy and Jennifer get reacquainted gave me time to think about little hints Jennifer gave me about her interest in having another woman as a sex partner.

I couldn’t complain because Colleen and Rebecca awakened needs in me that I still can’t explain. It wasn’t just love. Neither was it about sex. We combined into one person so seamlessly that for the time we were together, it was a perfect relationship. We thought of the other before acting for ourselves. Even when Rebecca struggled with her psychiatric problem, she needed the two of us to complete her. When she left us things got very dark for her and ended badly for her.

Jennifer was an instant addiction for me. All it took was seeing her that day in Gatlinburg and my soul needed her like a junkie needs the next hit. She came to me with wide eyes and an open heart, like she knew of my neediness and felt the same way. That first time I undressed her was like experiencing my very first Christmas, except Santa was a girl and I was her only stop on Christmas Eve.

Having been Jennifer’s first lover was the ultimate compliment. After a lifetime of fighting death, she opened herself to me like a spring flower on a warm day. The fit was too perfect to imagine that the universe wasn’t in the middle of it all. Somehow the universe needed us to be together to further some kind of agenda that was perfectly opaque to me.

I was OK with that.

Once the rush of sexual energy was somewhat slackened, we talked for hours and hours and hours about her life and family. Jennifer was a bit taken aback at my intense desire to know all of her backstory, but as she shared her life before our meeting, she seemed to embrace the joy of telling it.