Savant P10 (FF,Mf sed, voy FFfFfFff);better format Savant Part 10 "I'll have to call you with a time. As to where, we will swing by and pick you up. I'm not about to give you a get away option once I have you in my grasp." Denise chuckled. "Should you be talking like this over the phone?" Jenny asked. "Should be okay, I'm on my cellular. Anyway, we should keep it short and cryptic. I'll call you on Monday and let you know what time we'll pick you up." Denise said. "You got it... you just made my night. Talk to you next week. Bye." Jenny said. "Bye... love." Denise said, breaking the connection. Denise sat looking at her computer a moment, wondering what the hell she was getting herself into. She had just signed up for another lover. She had three more in the other room and a prospect in the wings. She smiled to herself as she went back to her program. Cindy came and called her for dinner a bit later. She also made it perfectly clear she wasn't yet satiated for the day. Denise accepted the invitation for later, her hand caressing Cindy's ass cheeks before turning her lose again. Over dinner Denise told Betty that Jenny had accepted her invitation to dinner at her folks. "Outstanding." Betty replied. "I really like Jenny, she's a sweetheart." Cindy said. "Yes, well, darling. It looks like she may be a drop in guest from time to time for more advanced things than dinner. Looks like Denise has snagged another live one." Betty chuckled. "Jenny... and us? That's great!" Andrea gasped. "Wow... I agree. I always did think she was sexy, but I thought she was straight." Cindy said. "*Was*, being the operative term there. Was until her lips touched Denise's. But she's swung pretty hard over. She was over last week for dinner and Denise tripped her breakers pretty good with a kiss and a touch. As we all know she's very capable of." Betty chuckled. "You can stop the flattery now. My ego isn't exactly hurting at the moment. This is wonderful, girls. Good job." Denise said. "Thank you, and no doubt that your ego isn't hurting with a minimum of four women after your buns." Cindy chuckled. "As I said." Denise chuckled. "Well, I shall content myself with the fact that I am first on the list to play with them." Cindy chuckled. "Oh? When did this list start? I wanna be second then." Andrea said. "About ten minutes ago when I called her for dinner." Cindy chuckled. "I should have known you had a reason for volunteering to call her." Andrea chuckled. "This really is very good, girls. Think you could write down the recipe?" Betty asked. "Sure, it's one of my mothers recipes." Cindy said. "No wonder your father is so happy." Betty said. "Yes, one of the reasons. The other is where Cindy got a great deal of her beauty from." Denise chuckled. Cindy blushed. "She's right. Your mother is adorable... as are you.." Andrea commented. "Yes, well... Don't get too graphic. She is my mother you know." Cindy said. "Oh, does that bother you to know your mother is attractive to us?" Betty asked. "A bit. How would you feel about us lusting over your mother?" Cindy asked. "Just fine. Flattered in fact as we look much alike." Betty said. "Yes, you do. She's adorable too." Denise said. "Oh? You like the way mom looks, huh?" Betty teased. "What's not to like. You do look very similar. I see her and I see just how gracefully you are going to age. I'd consider myself exceptionally lucky to have such an adorable mate when we are her age." Denise said. "There she goes again, making me wet." Betty chuckled, leaning to kiss Denise on the cheek. "You all make me wet." Andrea said. "And what of your adorable mother, Andrea? Does it bother you that we think she's cute too?" Denise teased. Andrea flushed a moment and squirmed in her seat. "Not really. I know mom's good looking." she said. "That she is." Cindy said. "Why Cindy, I didn't know you were into older women. I guess that bodes well for us in the future." Betty chuckled. "I will love you all forever." Cindy said, quietly. "Which sounds just perfect to me." Denise said, softly touching her cheek. Andrea got misty eyed. Betty leaned to her and asked why. "I'm just so happy. I don't know how it could possibly be more perfect. I love each and every one of you to the depths of my soul. Just knowing you all love me back...It's almost too much happiness to bear." she said, tears forming. "You sure cry a lot for one so happy." Betty teased, kissing her softly. "Do you know what I would like?" Cindy asked. "No, dear. What's that?" Denise asked. "If you'd put on that CD you played the night of the formal dinner and we danced after dinner. I want to dance with each of you. Without having to wait off to the side for *fishy-pus*." Cindy said. "I think we can oblige you on that." Denise said, leaning to kiss her softly. "What a great idea. Count me in." Betty said. "I make it unanimous. Good idea, sweets." Andrea said. "Yes, well. We should enjoy that sort of thing while we can. Next weekend at this time we're likely to be dogged tired from working on the house." Denise said. "I can't wait." Cindy said. "Me neither. I want to try my hand at carpentry." Andrea said. "Yes, me too. I guess I have to get an electrician in to wire up those saws and stuff. Unless you really want to do it, Denise?" Betty asked. "Uh... I don't know if it's legal for me to do that. I don't know local code anyway. I could probably do it, but with all the inspectors running around for the new addition I think you'd better get a licensed contractor in to do that. I can question him on local code concerning the rest of the place while he's here." Denise answered. "You got it. *He?* You sure it will be a male electrician?" Betty chuckled. "No, just odds on that it will be. I know there are female electricians and I think that's great. But I have no doubt that they are rare." Denise said. "I was just teasing, love." Betty chuckled. "I know... But you're right. Us women have some serious biases to overcome in the world. We don't need to be perpetuating them ourselves." Denise said. "Yes, well I have some serious biases myself where one particular woman is concerned. I love her down to her toe nails." Betty said, kissing her cheek. "Thank you. But I think I have ugly toe-nails." Denise said. "They're adorable, just like the rest of you. Now can we pick another subject for dinner?" Andrea chuckled. "Andrea? Squeamish? My, you have changed, love." Denise chuckled. "For the better I hope." Andrea replied. "I think so, may I be first on your dance card?" Cindy asked. Andrea brightened visibly. "Yes. Thank you. I'd be honored." she said, getting misty eyed again. "Okay, Cindy would like to dance, we can do that easily enough. Andrea, what would you like to do? What is your deepest desire at this moment?" Betty asked. "Oh.... Just to love you all." she said. "Granted. Would you like to be more specific?" Betty chuckled. "Oh.... I'd like very much ...... to taste each of you." Andrea said, dropping her eyes. "I think that's doable. What about you, Betty?" Denise asked. "I'd like very much to hold each of you in my arms and kiss you tenderly as we dance. I think Cindy's idea of dancing is wonderful. But I'd like to do it nude." Betty said. "Nude dancing and kissing. That's doable. This is shaping up to be a very sexy night." Denise said, chuckling. "And you, Denise? What would you like?" Cindy asked. "Oh... lets see. I'd quite like to mix Andrea's wish with Cindy's. After we dance vertically, I'd like to dance with each of you horizontally. I'd like to share an eye to eye orgasm with each of you and then taste each of you. I quite like the square like we did this morning. Only we keep changing until we all get to taste everybody." Denise said. "I don't think anybody's going to have a hard time sleeping tonight." Betty chuckled. "No, it sounds like heaven on earth." Andrea said. "So ..... If we are through with dinner, let the fun and games begin. I'll clean up. The CD is in the cabinet by the stereo. If I could talk Betty into building a fire and turning the lights down, the night holds wondrous portends of magic and love." Denise said, softly. "She's making me wet again." Cindy said, a bit hoarsely. "All the better to taste you, my love." Andrea replied. "I would be pleased to build a fire. As I'm the one who suggested nude dancing." Betty chuckled, busing her dishes. "I have one further request." Andrea said. "What's that love?" Denise asked. "I'd quite like to help Cindy grind the coffee beans for morning." she said, grinning at Cindy. "That sounds lovely. Lets do that before we start the music so we won't be interrupted in our dancing this time." Cindy chuckled. Betty moved to stoke the fire place with dry wood. She built a foundation of smaller pieces on the bottom on a wax and sawdust fire starter then set larger pieces on top before she lit the starter with a long match and closed up the fireplace. "I must say, I quite like that fireplace Betty. It gives off wonderful heat and lets you watch the magic while safely containing the fire. It also burns the wood down to a fine ash that's easy to clean out." Denise said, from the kitchen. "Yes, I'm quite pleased with it myself. More so since you all came into my life. I hardly used it at all with June." Betty said, turning down the lights. Cindy stripped off her robe and then got the grinder ready. Andrea set her robe on a chair back and moved up behind her. When she wrapped her arms around Cindy she started grinding the beans and shaking the grinder. Afterwards she turned in Andrea's arms and their lips met as they snuggled skin to skin together. "Warms the heart to see young people in love, doesn't it?" Betty said, moving up behind Denise and hugging her from behind as she rinsed the dishes. "Yes, it does. This warms my heart too." Denise said, pulling Betty's hand over her left breast. Betty cupped it as she kissed her softly on the neck and shoulder. Her other hand teased down her abdomen and tickled between her legs. Denise moaned softly and wiggled her behind back into Betty. The girls looked on for a moment and then went to find the CD. They programmed it to play in a certain order. The haunting sounds of *Willow Weep for Me* started on the stereo and they moved together to dance. Denise finished up her rinsing and dried her hands, turning in Betty's arms they moved together to the music. Denise fulfilled her part of Betty's request as their lips met softly as they danced. Cindy and Andrea moved sensually together as they swayed to the music. They clung together and kissed each other on the neck and lips as their hands explored each others soft skin. Andrea grasped Cindy by her buns and pulled her hard into her hips as they danced. Cindy let her fingers roam up to tease Andrea's nipples, then around her sides and over her back as she moved her upper body so that their breasts teased each other. They leaned back a bit and looked each other in the eyes. Holding each others gaze. Betty moved so that Euneika was just teasing Denise as they danced. They kissed each other softly and felt each others bodies. They too shared each others gaze. Betty led this time. She led Denise over by the other couple. They moved gracefully together to the music. She got over by Andrea and Cindy and moved back to rub her buns against Andrea for a moment playfully. "Ooh, that's nice." Andrea purred, still holding Cindy's gaze. "What's that?" Cindy asked, softly. "Betty rubbing her buns over mine." Andrea said. "That does sound nice." Cindy said. Betty smiled and guided Denise over to the other side of the younger couple and then backed up to do the same to Cindy. Cindy giggled and moaned a bit. "Oooh, it is nice isn't it." she said. The first song ended and Denise kissed Betty deeply in thanks before she broke and tapped Andrea on the shoulder. Andrea grinned and moved into Betty's arms as the next song started. Denise pulled Cindy into her arms and led her gracefully around the room. Cindy felt clumsy. "I don't know how to dance like this... very well." she said. "It's easy, love. Here, watch my feet a moment. See, together step, together step, but on a three count. Now you try it. That's right. Alright, now feel my hand on here, when I pull you this way, move that way, when I move you the other way, just follow that." Denise instructed her. Cindy complied and Denise had her really dancing in just a short while. Meanwhile Betty was teaching the same to Andrea. Once they both had it they settled down a bit and kissed sensually as they moved to the music. Betty moved Andrea over by Cindy and Denise and did her bun rub with each of them. Then Denise did the same to Andrea so that they each got to experience it with everybody. A slightly different paced song started and they changed partners again. Now Betty with Cindy and Denise with Andrea. They danced around jauntily to this one. It was a bit fast paced for kissing so they kept the same partners for another slower one. Then they were back to their original partners. Cindy and Andrea now trying out their new skills. It was semi-effective as they each alternated leading and following seemingly at random. "Tell you what, you lead for a while and I'll follow." Cindy chuckled. They settled down and their dancing improved. "This is lovely. I haven't enjoyed dancing like this for a long time." Betty said, snuggled to Denise. "Yes, it is quite lovely. But I'm a bit stiff from this afternoon yet. You set a pretty brisk pace. What say we sit out the next one so I can put on a pot of tea." Denise said. "That sounds lovely too.... Everything about you is lovely." Betty said, snuggling to her. "As with you, my love. As with you." Denise said, softly, kissing her neck tenderly. Betty quivered under her lips and then shuddered in a mild orgasm. "God you get me hot." she gasped. Cindy was having a similar effect upon Andrea, who had become cuddly and soft again. Without thought they had switched to Cindy leading. It felt more comfortable for both of them and this is how they would dance for the rest of their lives. The music changed again and Andrea moved to Betty once more as Cindy moved into Denise's arms. Denise forgot all about sitting one out as the sounds of *Body and Soul* came out of the stereo. Both couples snuggled in and got misty eyed and romantic to the words. "This is how I feel about you, love." Cindy said, snuggled to Denise. "Then it's how we feel about each other." Denise whispered in her ear. Cindy quivered in her arms. Denise kissed her tenderly and Cindy moaned and shuddered a bit through the kiss. Denise supported her in her arms as they swayed to the music. "Mmm there you go again making me wetter. I'm about ready for that horizontal dancing you mentioned." Cindy said, snuggling her face on Denise's shoulder. "I'd like to make a pot of tea first and sip a cup by the fire." Denise said. "Mmm sounds delightful... As long as I can snuggle to you." Cindy said, misty eyed. "That sounds nice.... I think I owe an orgasm to Andrea though." Denise chuckled. Just then Andrea moaned and shuddered against Betty. "I think Betty took care of it." Cindy chuckled. Denise danced Cindy over into the kitchen area so she could at least get the kettle going before the next song. As the song ended she kissed Cindy passionately. Again the young woman shuddered in her arms. "How do you affect me so?" Cindy asked, snuggled to her for support. "I don't have a clue, love. I don't know how I affect anybody that way. I'm quite envious of your hair trigger at times though." Denise said. Cindy looked her in the eyes. Something passed between them that neither quite understood, but Cindy pulled her into a kiss and Denise went off. Her orgasm was nowhere near as gentle and Cindy had to hold her up for a moment. Denise sagged back against the counter as she fought to recover he legs. "Oh you little darling you." she gasped, "to hell with the tea." she said, sweeping Cindy into her arms and doing her best to carry her on shaky legs. Betty had Andrea in her arms and was right behind her on the stairs. It was quite sometime before any of them came out again. All the wishes came true. --------------------------------- Jenny watched the video tape one last time as she rubbed herself to orgasm. Somehow it was more devastating knowing she would feel her in her arms the next week. She somehow managed to turn off the TV set and VCR before she passed out hugging her pillow. She sniffed at her fingers and pretended it was Denise's aroma. She smiled as she drifted off to sleep. ------------------------------------- Much later in the night, Denise gently kissed Cindy on her forehead and reluctantly slipped out of bed. She tip-toed her way downstairs and put the kettle on. Snagging her robe in the process to keep the chill off. She brewed a pot of tea and then moved over by the fire as she sipped it. That's where Betty found her. "Perhaps I was wrong about everybody sleeping well." Betty chuckled, moving to kiss her tenderly. "No, it's just my mind. I get it programmed to do something and it will haunt me until I do it. I programmed myself for a cup of tea earlier and I won't be able to sleep till I drink one." Denise chuckled. "That sounds good. I'll join you." Betty said, moving to pour herself a cup. She moved back and sat by Denise on the sofa, tucking her legs up beneath her. "So what brings you up?" Denise asked. "*My mind*. I'm addicted to you. As good as Andrea or Cindy feel, they aren't *you*. I can't sleep anymore without you in bed with me." Betty said, kind of distantly. "You mean you wake up every night we have the girls here?" Denise asked. "Yup. It's usually not bad at all. All I have to do is lift my head and see you, then everything is alright with my world and I can sleep again. When you're snuggled to me I sleep straight through the night without problem. This time when I lifted my head you weren't there. It was like it had all been a dream and you weren't really in my life making it so wonderful. I had to get up and find you." Betty said, misty eyed. Denise leaned over and kissed her gently. Betty seemed somehow surprised by this. "I never had anyone feel that way about me before." Denise explained. Betty nodded and sipped at her tea. "I never felt this way about anybody before. I never knew I could. You're in my blood lady. I'm afraid you're stuck with me." Betty said. "I can think of a whole lot less wonderful things to be stuck with." Denise chuckled. Then she sobered a bit, seeing Betty's face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make light of it. You're stuck with me too. Forever and always." she said. Betty leaned her shoulder against her, but kept hold of her tea. She was content as long as any part of her was touching Denise. "It's funny. As much as I love those two upstairs... You will always be my primary love. And I do love those two more than I ever loved anybody before you came along. Even my parents. It's like this sleeping thing. I don't have any problem as long as a part of me can touch you or even just see you. But if you aren't there..." Betty said, stalling. "I know.... A part of you feels missing. I feel the same way about you. I never said anything about it before because I didn't want to seem like a clinging vine. But more than a few times I've lifted my head in search of you when I'm snuggled to Cindy. .... Ain't we the pair." Denise mused. "Yeah, the Nerd who climbs ropes and the jock who reads books." Betty said, kissing her cheek. "That reminds me. I'd better practice that in the gym every now and then if I'm going to actually be the nerd who climbs ropes. Like I told Cindy, the running just slows down the slow down. I don't work my upper body enough." Denise mused. "That should change next week, love. We're all going to be swinging hammers for a long time to come." Betty said. "You know that I expect the girls and I to be doing most that work. Your agreement was you put up the title and we do the work." Denise chided. "So you would deny me the pleasure of working side by side with those I love, to speed their permanent presence in my life? Besides, my upper body needs the workout too. Otherwise my legs are going to become a dominant feature on my body, with me running six days a week now." Betty chuckled. "No, I wouldn't deny you that, and you know it. I was just pointing out that you don't need to be doing that for our sake. Nobody's going to resent it if you don't work beside us." Denise said. "Actually, love. I'm doing it this way for your sakes. If I had my way I would just have the contractors finish it off as fast as possible and have you all living here quicker. But I knew that, one, you would never accept that, and two.. that it wouldn't mean the same to the girls to do it that way. I won't mind a bit working beside you. If for no other reason than it will build a feeling of camaraderie between us that we accomplished that together. It's not often you get the opportunity to develop those sort of relationship builders. You've seen that sort of thing at school. How the girls on one team or another seem to be closer to each other. It's from working together." Betty said. "So how did an heiress ever learn those sort of things?" Denise asked. "I guess the athletics helped me a lot at learning that. I felt that team spirit when our track team would compete against other schools. Before you came along that was the closest affection I ever felt." Betty said. "Surely you felt some closeness to your parents?" Denise asked. "Some... It's only been in the past few years that I've become very close to them. My father took it pretty hard when I told him I was gay. My mother took it more understanding, but she was kind of limited in the support she could offer me with my fathers reaction. Fact is that right now I'm as close to them as I've ever been. I guess I kind of withdrew myself from them when I reached puberty. I kind of rebelled real hard against my fathers image of me as a debutante. My inferiority complex over my clitoris sort of drove that. I never was all that close to my mother. You know, it wasn't until after we got together that I talked to her about my large clit. Seems I got it from her side of the family. She's got one too. But I never felt comfortable before talking to her about such things. I don't know if you realize just how much you've affected my life in lots of ways. Quite frankly, my dear. I would be lost and devastated without you." Betty said. "I'd be pretty lost and devastated without you too, so lets just be glad we have each other." Denise said. "Agreed. But I don't know if you'd be as devastated as I would be. You seem to attract love like a magnet. It wasn't I who attracted those two upstairs or that one who we're going to be indoctrinating next week. And look at your relationship with the Crowther's compared to mine with the Billings. Marge flat loves your butt. I think she would if you and Cindy weren't involved like you are." Betty said. "Like we are, love. You and I." Denise said. "Maybe. I certainly care for them. But even as close as I've gotten to them, I think their primary allegiance is to you." Betty said. "I don't know if that's so true. I seem to recall Andrea moaning in orgasm from you kissing her earlier." Denise chuckled, "But besides that, look, none of that stuff happened to *me* before *we* started going together. Jenny didn't have any romantic interest in me at all. I lived a pretty lonely existence between college and meeting you. And even after I met you, you weren't interested in me. I was a nerd. I'm still a nerd. I always will be." Denise said. "Oh, I noticed you. Fact is that I was impressed with you from the start. I thought those girls were going to chew you up and spit you out, but you had them under control from the first day. You had a cumulative effect upon me. I just didn't realize how strong it had gotten until I walked in that day and saw you hanging from the ceiling. That was like .... well, to use your sort of terminology, like the last relay closing in a long line of them. Everything that had built up behind that relay flowed through at that instant. But that relay by itself wouldn't have been sufficient without the others behind it." Betty said. "Well, my point was that all this magnetic personality everybody seems to attribute me with didn't exist before you and I got together. I would not feel like the same person without you either." Denise said. "So I guess that we're stuck in love, huh?" Betty asked, hopefully. "Yes, my love. We are stuck in love. I like it just fine that way.... and you've been a real dear when it comes to the other relationships. Fact is that I would have been blissfully content with only you in my life. I never expected to feel this deeply about Cindy or Andrea. I still don't know what the hell I'm doing getting involved with Jenny. I'm certainly not lacking for love in my life." Denise said. "Maybe I understand that better than you do, then. I know exactly why you're getting involved with Jenny. It's because she *needs* you. The same reason you got involved with Cindy and Andrea, because they needed you. I don't know if that's why you got involved with me or not. I don't really care to know. But I certainly needed you too. I still do. I hope I always will." Betty said. "I don't know that you needed me that much. And I don't know that Jenny does either." Denise said. "Oh, perhaps I was living just fine, but it wasn't at all like the happiness I know now. I needed you to show me how to love. You're still showing me how to love. Everytime you put your heart on the line you show me a little bit more about how good it can be. Jenny does need you. Maybe more than you consciously know. It may be a different sort of need than I had -and have- or that the girls had -and have- but that doesn't make it any less real. I can think of several different ways in which Jenny needs you. You're her prime success story for one. She can look at you and think to herself, '*Yes, I can do this. I really am a good counselor. Because there is someone whom I treated who has her life together.'* That's just one way she needs you. But I have no doubt she needs you as a woman too. I learned some things about men when I was in college. One of which is that they are a horny lot who will tolerate untold amounts of bullshit just to get laid by a pretty woman every now and then. Almost any woman who is mildly attractive can attract a man, and if she isn't a full on banshee bitch she can usually hang onto them. It's different with women. In order to attract and hold a woman's attention you have to really work at it. Perhaps because we are all so spoiled by the fact that we can so easily attract men. We get choosy about what we are interested in. Jenny knows this. She may have a great relationship with this Jake guy, but it's not something that she couldn't have with another dozen or a hundred guys with as pretty and nice as she is. But that's not true with you. In order to win your notice and love, she has to really be something special. Even if you only get involved one time. It will make her feel really special the rest of her life. I *know* this because every time you look at me *I* feel really special, because *you are* really special. Another way Jenny needs you... Well, I think she's genuinely curious about what it's like to make love with a woman. You represent the best source of knowledge she has about that. You are actively involved in seemingly happy relationships with multiple women. She knows that we are all ecstatically happy about being involved with you. You seem to be just as happy about being involved with us. I've known quite a few other lesbians in my time and damn few of them are anywhere near as happy as we all are. I have no doubt that the vast majority of Jenny's association with it aren't very happy at all. So you are a prime target from that point of view. Somehow you just instill happiness in those around you. The other reason for choosing you for that, is that she knows about your history. It's dangerous for her. You represent a lesser threat than others she might get involved with might, simply because she knows your history. She knows you aren't going to turn it against her somewhere down the road, so she's much more comfortable with you than she would be with somebody else, even supposing they seemed as happy as you. Another reason is that she respects you. You have shown a great deal of savvy about psychology. Perhaps more than you even realize. But she's watched you take on two hard cases and have them come out totally changed human beings. Not only that, but you discovered the root cause of those two's problem and are making good progress in that area. To put it simply, Jenny is *damned* impressed with you, and rightfully so. To state it bluntly, you've impressed her in her own field, as you did me when you climbed that rope. That represents the same thing to her that your climbing that rope did to me. And I was downright dripping with desire for you when I saw that. Lastly, and most importantly, she's flat assed in love with you. And why wouldn't she be? You are gorgeous! You are pretty, sensual, sexy, brilliant, an exceptional lover, you are kind to children and dogs and respectful of your elders even if you don't like them. You are healthy, fit, honest, ethical, kind, friendly, helpful, generous and modest. Simply put, you are one hot babe." Betty concluded, kissing her cheek. "Hear hear, second the motion." Cindy said, coming up to them and snuggling to Denise's side. "That makes it unanimous." Andrea said, moving to snuggle to Betty's side. "What are you two doing up?" Denise asked. "We couldn't sleep without you two in bed with us." Cindy said. Betty chuckled. "How much did you hear?" she asked. "Enough to know you were telling her the absolute truth. We came in where Denise said that you and Jenny didn't really need her." Andrea said. "You are one hot babe." Cindy said, snuggling to Denise, "You both are." she added. "Well, I don't know how much of that bullshit about me is true. But I do understand Jenny's interest in me a little better. I still don't understand my interest in her though." Denise said. "You mean besides her being a knock-em-dead tall, sexy redhead who happens to be brilliant and share many of your attributes such as honesty, kindness, caring, generosity and ethics?" Betty chuckled. "And not to mention has great hooters." Andrea mused. "And a nice ass." Cindy added. "Okay, she is all of that. But I have an abundance of love in my life at the moment. Why would I need more?" Denise asked. "Well, maybe she touches a spot in you that none of us do. Isn't that how you explained it to me? When I didn't understand how you could love me and Betty at the same time?" Cindy asked, shivering a bit by her side. "There's some hot tea on the counter and your robe is over there too." Denise said, wrapping her arm around her to warm her. "I was hoping to entice you to keep me warm." Cindy said, snuggling tighter. "Alright, loves. My reason for getting up is fulfilled. I've had my tea. I guess we can all go back to bed now and sleep." Denise chuckled. "No, enjoy your tea. I quite like snuggling and talking like this. I think I will have me a cup." Cindy said, moving off to pour herself a cup. She snagged her robe and pulled it around her while she was there. "Andrea, my love. Would you like a cup?" she asked. "Yes please. If there is enough for you and to warm Betty and Denise up as well. Otherwise I can do without." Andrea replied. Cindy swirled the teapot around, evaluating. "I think there's enough." she said. "And here I was feeling guilty about making a whole pot of tea. But I can never seem to get it right when I make just a cup." Denise chuckled. Cindy brought Andrea's cup over with the pot and warmed Betty's and Denise's cups up. She took the pot back and rinsed it out before bringing her own cup back. Betty watched her with admiration in her eyes. "You know, you girls sure make it easy to love you." she said. "How's that?" Cindy asked, sitting back at Denise's side. "Both of you are just so thoughtful and considerate. Like just now, Andrea offering to go without so that Denise and I could have a warm up. And you, getting Andrea's tea for her, warming ours up and then rinsing the pot out instead of leaving it for someone else." Betty said. "Someone would have had to wash it. It was empty. It only took a moment to rinse it out." Cindy said. "Perhaps, but many people would have left it for someone else to do." Betty said. "Yes, I'm very proud of both of them. They both show great maturity and thoughtfulness for their ages." Denise said. Andrea and Cindy beamed over the praise they were getting. They sat sipping their tea, just watching the fire and snuggling together. "You two are pretty easy to love too, you know." Cindy said. "Oh, how's that?" Betty asked. "Well, lets see, where to start. Coming to see me in the hospital at two o- clock in the morning. Breakfast in bed with roses, more than once. Elegant dinners and dancing nude, popcorn and sappy old movies while snuggled together, caring, understanding and world class lovemaking. Being pampered like a goddess, having our bodies washed, powdered, anointed, primed and packaged like a million bucks. Being told how lovely and sexy we are. Being told how much you love and adore us. Being kissed and hugged, having you both put your careers on the line for us or even risking jail for us. Inviting us to live with you and share this happiness on a daily basis for the rest of our lives. Helping us with our homework or sitting drinking tea and talking to us as adults sitting by a fire at three o-clock in the morning. I think that will do for starters." Cindy chuckled. "Being told the truth. Taking your own time to spend with us. Teaching us where it really isn't your job to do so. Inviting us to spend your weekends with you. Frozen yogurt after running, your patience with us, your gentle touch upon our skin. Every single thing about both of you. I think we could go on all night." Andrea added. "Well, darlings. If you've all convinced me of one thing tonight, it's that we all love each other and love to snuggle. So at this point I'm for doing more of it." Denise said, getting to her feet. They bused their dishes and made their way back to the bedroom. Once their they stripped off their robes and climbed into bed. Nobody thought or needed to make love again. They caressed each other into a blissful sleep, snuggled together. Denise and Betty held hands as they slipped away. -------------------------------------------- John and Sally sat at the breakfast table. John sipping at his coffee, reading the Sunday paper. Sally seemed sort of distantly musing to herself as she sipped at hers. Bobby was out for his morning run already. "This feels strange." Sally said. John lowered his paper and looked at her. He'd been married to her long enough to know what she was talking about. "Yes, a bit. It's odd, but I feel a bit relieved." John replied. "Relieved?" Sally asked. "Yes, we know where she is. We have a good idea what she's doing. Right now I'd say she was snuggled to three lovely bodies and sleeping peacefully. She's safe, secure and well cared for. She's with people she loves and people who love her. I'm relieved compared to worrying about her all alone up at the cabin." John replied. Sally nodded. "Yes, I thought about that. She is a whole lot happier than she has been. But I get the feeling that there is more to this. There's something that they aren't telling us. Something important." she said. "Yes, I got that feeling too. But I don't have a clue what it could be." John said. "Well, I guess we'll find out sooner or later. At least she's happy.... I think Bobby's even happier." Sally said. "Hard to tell with him. But you may be right. That E-mail thing kind of surprised me." John said. Sally nodded, sipping thoughtfully at her coffee, already distant again. John looked at her a moment and then smiled and went back to his paper. ---------------------------------- Marge lay blissfully perspiring in Sam's arms as he caressed her tenderly. "Sam, my love. That was a stellar performance. Thank you. " she mused. "Mm My pleasure, Ma'am." Sam said, kissing her forehead. "Actually, love. I think it was mostly my pleasure. That was very nice of you." Marge said, snuggling to him. "Yes, well you let slip that women can have unlimited orgasms compared to men. I figure if I keep up a ratio of around five to one at least that I might just hang onto you." Sam mused. "Hang onto me? Darling, my hooks have been set for a long time. I'm not going anywhere. I love you." Marge said. "I love you too. And I intend to keep you happy so you will *keep* loving me." Sam said. "Mmm Just where do you think I would go if you didn't?" Marge asked. "Oh, maybe off along with our daughter into the world of hyper-talented tongues." Sam said. "You think I have a thing for Cindy?" Marge asked, aghast. "Heavens no. I was referring to Denise. I *know* you have a thing for *her*." Sam said. "I admit she is appealing, but I have no intention of giving up what I have to go chasing after her. You may have noticed that she's not exactly hurting for lovers." Marge said. "Yes, and I've come to learn the way women think a bit over the years. I know that is an *endorsement* rather than a detriment." Sam chuckled. Marge chuckled. "True, three blissfully happy women can't all be wrong. But I still quite prefer what I have." she said, kissing his cheek. "Are you so sure? You haven't tested the waters yet." Sam said. "Yes, love. Quite sure. I don't need to test those waters to know what they are all about. Remember, I did that before you and I got together?" Marge chuckled. "So you informed me not too long ago. But I know you well enough to know it's not out of your system. I don't know that I want it out. I think it adds a savory spice to you." Sam said. "Oh, how so?" Marge asked. "One, after eighteen years you can still surprise me. That's no small feat. For another, after eighteen years you suddenly become very passionate right after exposure to Denise. I'm not so blind to miss the implications of that." Sam said. "And what do you think that means? That I'll leave you for my daughters lover?" Marge asked. "No...I don't think it means that at all. At one time I may have been very upset by that change in you, but not anymore." Sam said. "So what's different about now?" Marge asked. "It was something Cindy said when she was explaining to me how Denise could love her and Betty at the same time. She said: *'There can be more than one special person in your life at the same time.'*. I thought about that long and hard and it makes sense." Sam said. "You know, you aren't beyond surprising me either after eighteen years, babe. So you think I have the hots for Denise too?" Marge asked. "I have no doubt of it. What's not to have the hots over? She's lovely. She's sexy, funny, brilliant, loving, tender, caring, has an A-1-plus posterior and enough talent at loving to keep three women blissfully happy. So I can see that you wouldn't be interested at all in her." Sam teased. "Yes, well, it also sounds like you aren't the slightest bit interested either." Marge mocked. "Actually, I'm not." Sam said. "I don't believe it." Marge chuckled. "No, it's true. I fully admit that she's nice to look at. Even *very* nice to look at. But I don't really want to be any more involved with her than just looking. I don't think it's the same for men as it is for you women." Sam said. "Oh, how so?" Marge asked. "I don't know... perhaps because we're constantly bombarded with nice things to look at. We see hot bodies and pretty faces everywhere we look. On TV, in the movies, in magazines. But if we're not being hormone crazed idiots we learn that isn't where our happiness lies. Right now my happiness lies in my arms. I have a lovely, sexy woman snuggled to me who has been loyal and true to me for eighteen years. We just had a loving session that puts my teenage wet dreams to shame. I am more than content with what I have. I don't need to sample those other nice things to look at. And that's the other side of it too. You've never tried to begrudge me looking. I see some of the men at work who's wives get livid when they so much as look at another woman. Funny thing is is that it's those very same guys who are out fooling around. You've always been content with my looking, so I've never been tempted to do more than that." Sam said. "You've had the opportunity?" Marge asked. "Oh, most certainly. There's always a fresh batch of secretaries who are impressionable toward competent, successful businessmen. For some reason they view that as security. It attracts them like a magnet. I've had more than one offer over the years. I was just never silly enough to take them up on it." Sam said. "You shame me, my love." Marge said, softly. "I don't mean to. I don't mean it that way at all. Really I don't see your attraction to Denise as being the same thing at all." Sam said. "How is it any different?" she asked. "Simple. Those secretaries had full intention of trying to take me totally away from you. Many of them may have ended up just having affairs with the married men, but that was because they fooled themselves into believing that was the way to win the men totally. Their intentions were always to take the married men away from their mates. It was never to share them with them. I know that isn't what you and Denise feel at all. You both feel honest, real affection for each other. You are both fighting yourselves *not* to follow your natural inclinations, for my sake. Even if you followed them hungrily, it would not affect our relationship. Denise has no interest in taking you away from me. In fact I think she has a genuine desire to see us both happier with each other than we already are. She encourages love wherever she sees it. Ala; her little gifts to us. So I don't perceive it as being the same thing at all." Sam said. "You're saying you wouldn't mind if I had an affair with Denise?" Marge asked. "No, I wouldn't mind a bit. If you had an affair with another man I would be very upset indeed. But I don't perceive any threat from Denise. She can't get you pregnant. She is unlikely to give you any weird sexually transmitted disease. She doesn't want to take you away from me. If she has any goal at all concerning you, it is to make you happier with your life as it is now. So, no, I wouldn't mind.... If you told me all about it." Sam said, chuckling. "Oh, the truth will out. Now I see where Cindy got her voyeurism from." Marge chuckled. "Not at all. Oh... maybe a bit. But my main interest is in you." Sam said. "Oh... I don't follow how that puts your interest in me." Marge said. "Simple, my love. I want to know.... as Denise would say; '*what pops your breakers'*. The more I know about that, the happier I can keep you myself. So my only condition about you getting together with Denise, is that I get to hear *all* about it if you do." Sam said. "Alright, love. I have no intention of pursuing that, but if I do, you get a lick to lick account of it." Marge said. "Mmm speaking of which... I'd like some more breakfast." Sam said, kissing down her neck. "Mmm you already *know* what pops my breakers." Marge said, moaning softly. --------------------------------- Cindy awoke snuggled next to Denise. She smiled to herself, blissfully happy to be there. She opened her eyes and looked out across her and Betty's lithe forms to find Andrea smiling at her, blissfully snuggled to Betty's side. She smiled back at her and pursed her lips in a long distance kiss to her. Andrea winked at her and sighed contentedly. They lay there enjoying the feeling for a time until their bodies forced them to gently slip out of bed. They met in the bathroom and used the facilities. Afterwards they brushed their teeth then moved together. They kissed deeply and tenderly as they snuggled together breast to breast. "I love you." Cindy said softly. "Mmm And I love you, more every day." Andrea replied, snuggling to her. "Let's go make breakfast for our other loves." Cindy suggested. "Mmm as long as we can snuggle while we do it." Andrea replied. "Always, my love." Cindy said, leading them from the bathroom. They snagged their robes and slippers and tip-toed out of the room. In their absence Betty and Denise had rolled together without waking. They stalled at the door and looked back smiling on the two women for a moment. Then tip-toed down the stairs. When they got to the kitchen, Andrea lifted Cindy onto the counter. "Now, my love. Please let me cook while I gaze upon your beauty." Andrea asked. "I want to help!" Cindy protested. "You will help me the most by sitting there and warming my heart by the sight of you. Please? It would mean a lot to me." Andrea asked. Cindy thought she understood, as she had seen Andrea sitting in the same spot the morning before while Denise cooked. She smiled and nodded at Andrea, but pulled her into a deep kiss. Andrea got tears in her eyes as she hugged her head to Cindy's breast. Cindy lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly once more. Suddenly Andrea shuddered and moaned through the kiss. Cindy hugged her back to her a moment as Andrea fought her tears. "What's wrong, my love?" Cindy asked, softly. "Nothing... I just love you so much. I'm afraid I'll wake up and this will all be just a wonderful dream." Andrea said, fighting her tears. Cindy leaned way over and pinched Andrea hard on the butt, Andrea yelped but didn't pull away. "That should convince you. Now kiss me and get on with breakfast. I will happily kiss that better later." Cindy giggled. Andrea giggled and met her lips hungrily. -------------------------- Betty awoke snuggled to Denise's side. She smiled as she always did when she awoke next to her. She didn't know how she could possibly love her any more than she did, but every day she found herself loving her more. She fully intended to find out how long that lasted. She thought if she died that instant that her life would have been all worth it. Not that she desired to die. If anything Betty felt more alive and in love with life than she ever had. She cared more about every aspect of her life since Denise had come into it. She cared more about her job. She thought she was actually a better teacher as Denise had taught her much about caring for her students. She cared more about her family. She cared about her home time and her exercise time and even her time just eating frozen yogurt. Even shopping was a pleasure now that she had someone she cared to shop *for*. Several someones, she thought, noticing the girls were not in bed with them. She knew where they would be; making breakfast for them. She was content to wait. They seemed to genuinely enjoy waiting on her and Denise. Betty understood as she liked waiting on them and Denise. She wasn't about to steal that simple pleasure from them. In the mean time she got to snuggle to the love of her dreams. Denise opened her eyes and hugged her to her. They kissed tenderly before they spoke. "Good morning, my love." Denise said. "And a wonderful good morning to you, heart of my dreams." Betty said, softly. "Mm that's nice. Where are the girls?" Denise asked, feeling the void behind her. "I'd wager they are cooking us breakfast. I've been rationalizing letting them as they seem to like it." Betty chuckled. "Rationalizing?" Denise asked. "Yes, fact is that I feel a bit guilty about it, but I'd rather be snuggled to you than go downstairs." Betty said. "Mmm rationalize to your hearts content. I don't feel like moving myself. Except perhaps to return that tea I insisted upon in the middle of the night." Denise said, slipping away. "Don't move. I'll be back." she said. "No can do, love. I gotta go too." Betty said, sliding off the bed. They used the toilet and then brushed their teeth. Denise finished first and kissed Betty on the neck in invitation before returning to bed. Betty followed her and accepted the invitation. They moved together and kissed deeply as their hands began to explore each other. ---------------------------- "What's that your making?" Cindy asked. "Monte Cristo's. Breast of turkey and Monterey jack cheese on French toast. You'll love them." Andrea replied. "It sounds good, if a little odd for breakfast." Cindy said. "Bobby showed me how to make them. I wish we had a bottle of champagne though, they go best with Mimosa's -that's champagne orange juice." Andrea said. "I think Betty does have a bottle of champagne in her wine rack. But I don't know how much it's worth. You never can tell with her. I'd hate to mix a hundred dollar bottle of champagne with orange juice." Cindy said. "Well, I'll ask her when we serve them. Maybe it's just a cheap one." Andrea said. She looked at Cindy a moment and then they both went: "Naw!" and shook their heads laughing. "You know, that's the wonderful thing about Betty. She doesn't act rich, but she has a lot of class. I guess you can see that she's rich if you look close, because her class is readily apparent. But beyond that she's just everyday folk." Andrea mused. "Yeah, she's a doll.... I think it's wonderful you have the relationship you do with her." Cindy said. "Like the special relationship you share with Denise.... Last night was kind of odd. You and I don't usually have any problem sleeping when we're alone together. But somehow last night we couldn't go back to sleep. It was like a part of us was missing." Andrea mused. "Yeah, exactly. They are a part of us now.... I don't think there would be an *us* now if it wasn't for them." Cindy said, softly. "No, I don't either. I was a fool. Worse than a fool." Andrea said, misty eyed. "And now your not. And I'm not so vulnerable anymore. We both owe that to them. The part I don't understand is what we give back to them." Cindy said. "I think I understand that part a bit. Part of it is they just love us. You *are* pretty adorable you know." Andrea teased. "So I've heard. You're pretty adorable yourself." Cindy said, leaning to kiss her cheek. "Mmm thank you. The other part is.... well, they're lesbians. They don't expect to have any children. Not saying we're kids... but I guess to them we are a bit. To a certain extent I think we fulfill their need to be mothers. And that's just fine with me. I don't mind a bit. At times I *need* mothering. Especially from those so caring and understanding. But they don't treat us like kids. Like you said last night when we were up drinking tea; they talk to us as adults. Mostly they treat us as adults. I don't mind a bit where they mother us. Like our homework and such. It makes me feel loved." Andrea said. "You are loved, darling. But I know what you mean. I don't mind their mothering either. And I think my own mother is just great. I think you're probably right about us bringing out the maternalistic feelings in them. That's fine with me, but it concerns me a bit about the future. I want to keep on loving them as equals." Cindy said. "I do too. So... we just love them -and each other- the best we can and don't worry about the future. In a way I think that's what this housing extension and deed thing are about. In their eyes it gives us a *chance* to grow up and become true adults to them. Which is one reason why I intend to work my butt off on the deal. It lets them love us as equals because we will have proved to them that we *are* equals." Andrea said. "Agreed. That's one reason why I've been working so hard on my schoolwork. I *want* to please them.... it's almost like I *need* to please them." Cindy said, softly. Andrea smiled at her. She flipped a couple of sandwiches and then moved over to hug and kiss her. "I know that about you. You were that way with me and I was too blind and too stupid to adore you for it. Now you've taught that to me. I'm becoming the same way. I need to please them... and you. I want *you* to love me more than anything on the planet. You've got me feeling like a little girl. You smile at me and it's like the sun came out. You frown at me and it's like a truck landed on me..... I know I fucked up real bad and hurt you very deeply. I know I don't deserve the second chance you've given me. But I won't let you down ever again. I want to spend every day the rest of my live loving you as hard as I can to try to make up for that." Andrea said, hugging her hard, tears in her eyes. Cindy lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly. Andrea shuddered a bit and her lip quivered under Cindy's gentle touch. "Just love me... and I'll love you. And we'll both love Denise and Betty. Okay?" Cindy asked. Andrea nodded against her. "If I've got it right, those last sandwiches are ready now. Come on, my love. Lets go wake the kiddies." Cindy chuckled, sliding off the counter. Andrea smiled and flipped the last of the sandwiches onto a plate and then snuggled back to Cindy for a moment. "God I do love you so much." she said. Cindy hugged her tightly and kissed her tenderly, feeling Andrea quiver in her arms. She remembered how she used to feel the same in hers. She would treat Andrea differently. She understood. "I love you too, now come on. I've got a spot I need to kiss better on that adorable backside of yours and I want breakfast first." she said. Andrea smiled at her and moved to cut the sandwiches into halves and get down dishes for all. Cindy moved to pour more coffee for her and Andrea and a cup each for Denise and Betty. They loaded up two serving trays and made their way upstairs. They found Denise and Betty, snuggled together, their hair a bit damp from perspiration. "Good morning. My, what have you two been up to? As if I didn't know." Andrea giggled. "Mmm I will gladly show you after I recover." Betty said, breathlessly. "Good morning, my sweet loves. Are you up to breakfast?" Cindy asked, holding a tray for Denise. "Mmm yes. It smells lovely. Set it down a moment so I can give you a proper kiss." Denise said. Cindy set the tray down and moved into her arms. Denise kissed her deeply and Cindy got a taste of dessert before breakfast. "Mmmm I think you already had breakfast." Cindy giggled. "Mmmm I think they both did." Andrea giggled from Betty's arms. "*We* were just warming up. But now we have two new *victims* to practice on." Denise teased, nuzzling Cindy's neck playfully. "Well you can practice to your hearts content *after* breakfast. Andrea made you a special treat and I'm dying to try them." Cindy said, stealing another kiss and then wiggling away. "What? What did you make us?" Betty asked. "Monty Cristo's." Andrea said. "Oooh, I haven't had one of them in ages." Betty said. "I'm not sure I ever had one." Denise said. "Then you are in for a treat." Betty said. "Uh... they go best with Mimosa's, but we didn't want to open that bottle of champagne in your wine rack until we found out how much it cost. Like Cindy said it would be a shame to mix orange juice with a hundred dollar bottle of champagne." Andrea said. "Actually that's about a fifty dollar bottle. But thank you for asking." Betty said. "That's what we figured." Cindy chuckled. "I quite like Mimosa's myself. And it's unlikely we're going to get more than a bit giggly splitting a bottle four ways so I will get a case of the cheap stuff we can make Mimosa's with." Betty said. "What's a Mimosa?" Denise asked. "Champagne and Orange juice concentrate. You just use the champagne in place of water when you make it. Makes the orange juice kind of sparkly and tangy." Betty said. "Okay, enough yaking. Sit your cute butts up so we can eat." Cindy chuckled, holding the tray. "Yes, Ma'am." Denise said, sitting up against the headboard. Cindy put her tray around her and then sat on the bed next to her. She snagged one of the sandwich halves and bit it. "Mmmm this is great!" she said. "Mmm" Denise concurred. Betty sat up and Andrea served her, collecting a kiss in the process. Betty sampled the sandwiches. "Mmm." she said. Andrea finally got to hers. She nodded, thoughtfully. "You must give this recipe to my mother. She loves these." Betty said. "Does your mother know about me?" Andrea asked. "Mmm not exactly, no. I thought I'd break it to her gently. I just told her about Denise not too long ago. I figured one shock at a time and let her digest for a while." Betty chuckled. "I guess that's fair. You want me to break it to her like you did with mine?" Andrea giggled. "No.. Thank you love. And I didn't break it to your mother. She *asked me* about it, I just didn't lie to her." Betty said. "I know, I was just teasing." Andrea said, reaching out to tousle Betty's hair. "I imagine Jenny showing up to thanksgiving with us ought to confuse the hell out of your mother..... Oh, what time is the dinner by the way?" Denise asked. "Always at three o-clock. I always show up at two and visit for an hour to build up an appetite sparing with the socialites." Betty chuckled. "Okay, so I can tell Jenny we will pick her up at one-thirty?" Denise asked. "Yeah, that sounds about right. We can skip the sparing really, but I kind of want to show you off. So many of them didn't think I'd do very well in life and I'd love proving them wrong." Betty said, sipping at her coffee. "Okay, if you really think I will show them that." Denise said. "I have no doubt. And between you and Jenny they are going to be floored." Betty chuckled. "You're not going to tell them Jenny's relationship with us before it ever happens are you?" Denise asked. "Heavens no. I'm not going to tell them a thing. I wouldn't if we were both married to her. But it will be a blast to watch them speculate. As they surely will about you. Except with you I will show a bit of affection. If you do the same to Jenny it ought to really confuse them." Betty chuckled. "You surprise me, Betty. I wouldn't have guessed you liked those kind of social games." Denise said. Betty frowned a bit. "I don't. Fact is I don't care much for a lot of those people at all or care one way or another what they think. But this has been going on for a long time now and it's kind of gotten to be a sensitive thing to me. For years I listened to them whispering behind my back about me as a tom-boy. I just want to see the look on their faces when they realize that I'm all woman and those I love are all women." she said. "But they aren't. What about Bobby?" Denise reminded her. Betty chuckled. "That would be the most priceless of all. If I could show up with all of you..... No, I don't want to give you the wrong impression about going there. I think we will have a lovely time. I genuinely like some of the people who are going to be there But some of their mates are a bit catty. I'm sure you know the type. They're inevitable at any large gathering. Some of them have been on my case for a long damn time. Mostly I ignore them. Some of the people there will be a true joy to see again. Like Penelope. She was kind of my childhood friend. She's still a good friend. Other years she's been the only one in my corner at times." Betty said. "So where were your folks when this sparing was going on?" Denise asked. "Mom's like a headless chicken dealing with the preparations and seeing to the guests. She usually is way too busy to know about the subtle social interactions that are going on. Dad is usually being dad. He's off talking business with his group. I kind of got assigned to ride herd on the rest a lot of the time. Mom's gotten better about things over the years. She's weeded out those she can. But some you just can't. Like Penelope's brother Oscar. He's a real jerk. But you can't exclude him without excluding the whole family. So we tolerate Oscar to get to the joy of Penelope and her parents, her mom that is. Her father is kind of a bland nothing. He's just along for the ride. But Penelope's mom is one of my mothers oldest friends." Betty said. "Okay, I get the picture. But before we go I want to be briefed on all the players." Denise said. "That's my girl." Betty said, leaning to kiss her cheek. "I don't understand. Why would you want to go to a party where you knew there were going to be people who didn't like you?" Cindy asked. "To see the people who do like you. The rest you tolerate. Look at it this way; How many June's would you tolerate to see one Denise? I'd wade through a whole room full of Oscar's to see one Penelope. I'd wade through a whole gym full of June's to see one Denise." Betty said. Cindy nodded thoughtfully. "God, that's a spooky thought, a whole gym full of June's." Denise said, shivering a bit. "Actually, I think it's sad about June. She'd not unattractive. She's just fucked in the head." Betty said. Cindy and Andrea seemed a bit embarrassed to hear Betty talk that way, but they both had to concur. Denise looked at them and kissed Cindy's cheek. "Sometimes, love. That word is the only one that fits. Just don't use it in public." she said. Cindy nodded. "Anyway, love. You've given me a stellar idea." Denise said. "What's that, love?" Betty asked. "What say we *educate* these two to fend for themselves in the social arena. I'm referring to the future, of course. But if we start now then they should be genuine Barracudas in the social waters by the time they are our ages." Denise said. "That's a plan. Not that I'm so hot on Barracudas. But I certainly think we can teach them to stand their ground on any turf. How did you have in mind to do it?" Betty asked. "I was thinking of maybe hand selected parties here when we get the place done. You know just who to invite to give them the training they need. I do okay socially, but I'm quite certain you know a few social sharks that would chew me up and spit me out. If we got them in one at a time and showed the girls how to handle them then they could handle a room full of them by the time they are ready for the social waters." Denise said. "That's a great idea. Assuming they want to learn?" Betty asked. "Oh, most definitely." Andrea chuckled. "Me too." Cindy said. "Only one thing worries me about that." Betty mused. "What's that?" Denise asked. "They could end up in political office. If they are that good socially, then undoubtedly they will get noticed by the politico's and they will try to draft them to run for office." Betty chuckled. "I'm not so sure that's a bad thing. President Cindy Crowther or President Andrea Billings?" Denise chuckled. Betty looked at her for a moment. "Now don't go making me think you are *that* naive darling. You know very well that social sharks are one thing and political sharks are quite another. I love these two way too much to ever want to prep them for the political pond." Betty said. "I know, I was just fantasizing." Denise said. "Okay then. Well Andrea, your Monty Cristo's seem to have been a hit, as they are all gone. I'd love it if you could write down the recipe for me." Betty said. "Nothing to them really. Just a splash of milk in a beaten egg, a shake of Nutmeg. The cheese should be Monterey Jack. Just brown one side of two pieces, layer the stuffing on the finished side and top with the other finished side. Then you brown the other two and that should supply enough heat inside to melt the cheese and turkey together." Andrea said. "I watched her, that's pretty much all she did. She did wish for some Saffron while making them though." Cindy said. "Saffron?" Betty asked Andrea. "Just a touch in the batter if it's available." Andrea said. "Yes, well, my mother will certainly have Saffron available. But I'll pass that on to her cook." Betty said. "You *must* be rich if you can afford Saffron." Andrea giggled. "I'll say, I never cooked with it before. I once looked at the price on a jar of it though." Denise said. "What do you expect. It's flower pollen. They collect it with little paint brushes." Betty said. "Now how would you know that?" Andrea asked. "I read it somewhere." Betty said. "Ah yes, the jock who reads books." Denise said, leaning to kiss her. The kiss lasted for a long time. "I do believe she likes that lady." Cindy said. Denise nodded while still kissing her. Finally she pulled back. "I do believe I do, too." Andrea said, turning Betty's head toward her and taking over. Cindy looked at them a moment and then pulled Denise's head around to her. They looked in each others eyes a moment and then melted together. Andrea finally let up and looked over at Denise and Cindy still kissing. She smiled and moved the tray off Betty and then returned to crawl up next to her. When Cindy lifted her head finally she did the same with the tray on Denise's side and returned to snuggle up next to her. "Looks like we won't be getting an early start today, either." Denise said, moving to meet Cindy's lips again. ------------------------------------- Much later in the day Denise was sitting at her computer once more when Cindy brought her by a cup of coffee. "Thank you, love. That was nice of you." Denise said, pulling her down into a kiss. "Mmm The least I can do for the woman that made me feel this way." Cindy said, hugging her a moment and then moving to sit in another seat. She sipped at her own coffee as she sat back to watch Denise at work. "So what are the others up to?" Denise asked, sipping at her coffee. "They're going over how to proceed with Andrea's room.... What are you doing?" Cindy asked. "Andrea's father asked me for a list of software I needed to finish work on that update system your dad has been testing for me." Denise replied. "That's so wonderful that your software is selling so well." Cindy said. "Yes, certainly *a lot* better than I expected. I'm going to need the proceeds off this new software to pay the taxes on it. That's over half a years salary all at once without taxes taken out of it, so I'm really going to eat it on taxes. But it's sure going to make Christmas nicer." Denise said. "Don't you go spending a lot of money on me. All I want is your love. That's the greatest gift I've ever have gotten or ever could receive." Cindy said. "Don't worry love, I will be staying within my budget. I'm just concerned what Betty's going to get us. After that time up at the Billings cabin I don't dare not accept whatever she gives us." Denise said. "Yeah, I wouldn't either. Let's just hope she remembers we said we'd feel uncomfortable accepting expensive gifts..... So what are you going to get her?" Cindy asked. "I haven't really decided.... Alright, I don't have a clue. What do you get a woman who could buy a mall?" Denise mused. "Window cleaner?" Cindy suggested. "Window cleaner?" Denise asked. "All those store windows.... Sorry, just making a joke." Cindy said. Denise busted out laughing. She pulled Cindy to her and hugged her. "Oh you are so precious. I just love you to bits." she said, holding her. "I love you. Now Drink your coffee and get back to what you were doing. I just came by cause I thought you might like a cup." Cindy said, attempting to get away. Denise hung on and even pulled her into her lap. She reached out and took a sip of coffee, then gave Cindy a hot kiss. Cindy quivered a bit and moaned pleasurably. "Mmmm God I love you." Cindy said, snuggling to her. "I love you, my darling. So what are you doing this afternoon?" Denise asked, absently caressing her body. "Mmm Being happy..... I thought I might pick a book here and read a bit." Cindy said, caressing back. "Certainly is a good selection in here. Which one?" Denise asked. "You pick one for me." Cindy said, slipping off her lap. "Oh.... lets see..... What kind of reading? Fiction? Action? Love?" Denise asked, surveying the shelves. "How about all of them." Cindy said. "Okay..... Up on the third shelf on the left there. In the Heinlien section. Time enough for Love. Or.... Stranger in a Strange Land." Denise suggested. "What's Stranger in a Strange land about?" Cindy asked. "You tell me when you finish it. I consider that book to be mandatory reading for anybody." Denise said. "Okay... thanks... I think I'll read by the fire." Cindy said, bending to kiss her deeply. Denise held the kiss for a time, then let Cindy get her book and leave. She watched her backside as she stepped out of the room, then turned back to her list. -------------------------------- "It's going to be lovely." Andrea said, imagining the finished extension. She shivered a bit as it was cold in the extension. "I think so too." Betty said, hugging her from behind to warm her, "The most wonderful part for me will be having you all here." "I can hardly believe this is happening to me. I'm amazed my parents are actually going to let us do this." Andrea said, leaning back into her. "Your folks are pretty cool, really." Betty said. "Yeah, I was so afraid they were going to figure out about Bobby and I." Andrea said. "Why would they? It's not something that will naturally come to mind. You haven't said anything to them about it, and I'm quite certain Bobby hasn't." Betty said. "Yeah... Maybe I was just worried they would see the implication when Denise was talking about the possibility of *the rest of us* becoming involved with him." Andrea said, warming Betty's hands with her own. "Don't worry, love. It will all work out.... Shall we go in? It's a bit nippy out here." Betty said. Andrea turned in her arms and pulled Betty into an embrace. "I don't mind.... But Okay. I'd gladly keep you warm though." she said. Betty snuggled to her and their lips met. ---------------------------- Denise finished up her list and transmitted it to John Billings. She rubbed her eyes a bit and sat back and sipped the last of her coffee. It was cold, but she hardly noticed. Her mind on how her life was going. It was just over two months before she was loveless and lonesome. Now she had three lovely mates who adored her and another in the wings. She thought about Jenny. Denise had been in love with Jenny from almost the first instant they had met. Jenny had spent many, many hours just talking with her. They talked about lots of things, not just Denise's experience with Janice. Somewhere along those hours Denise had fallen full on in love with her. As Betty had said; Jenny was a knock-em-dead redhead. Her same height and proportions and cute as a button. Denise remembered sitting across the room from her and clandestinely examining her body as they talked. Feeling a flush of sexual desire when she bent to draw a cup of water from a cooler. Examining the line of her legs and ass. Jenny had turned and caught her looking. Denise had blushed like a little girl. Jenny talked forthrightly about how it was quite common and natural for a patient to fall for their therapist. Then she proceeded to dash her hopes by describing her life with Jake. Jenny accepted Denise's attraction, but showed no inclination at all of being interested in reciprocating. But Denise's desire had never left her. She quivered a bit inside thinking about them finally being fulfilled. It was as if all her dreams were coming true all at once. First Betty, who was uniquely more woman than she had ever known before. Then Cindy, soft, cuddly, fun, talented, lovely, sensual and bright. Then Andrea, passionate, devoted, bright, sexy and pretty. Now Jenny....and possibly Bobby, if she wanted him. Fact was she was a bit intrigued by Bobby, but not overly hungry for him like Betty seemed to be. Her main interest in him was that two of her lovers wanted him. He was a part of the formula that spelled contentment for her *family*, which was what it was shaping up to be. As both Cindy and Betty had referred to her, Denise was becoming matriarch of a great clan. Denise drifted back to her current reality, realizing her coffee was still cold she went in search of some more. She realized she was hungry and they hadn't had lunch yet. She set about making some for everybody. Remembering some things from her own freezer she got out a bag of pre- made pop-overs. She got out a large sauce pan and added a couple of inches of water to the bottom. Placing the pop-overs into a colander she placed it in the pan and covered it with a large lid. The whole thing went onto the range. The colander sat in the pan just shy of the water so that the steam from the water passed up into it and surrounded the pop-overs. This steam cooked them. Next she put on a pan of rice to cook. By the time the rice was done, the pop-overs would be cooked through. Lastly she made a chicken sauce from scratch. Cindy looked up from her book, sitting by the fire. Denise seemed to be really into preparing lunch. She watched her move about for a bit. She seemed to have it well in hand, but Cindy couldn't not offer to help. "Need a hand?" she called. Denise looked startled that she wasn't alone. "No, thank you. How's the book?" she asked. "Kind of strange... But I like his writing style. So what are you making there?" Cindy asked, setting the book down and moving into the kitchen. "Actually, I'm kind of making it up as I go along. I needed to use up these pop-overs before they got freezer burned. The rest is just side dish." Denise said, mixing a rue into the chicken stock as she whisked it. "So what's in the pop-overs?" Cindy asked. "They're kind of a mix too. Some diced chicken and some vegetables. They should come out kind of like dim-sum or steamed egg rolls. I was thinking they would go well with rice if I had some kind of sauce or gravy type thing." Denise said, constantly whisking. "So you are making up the whole meal as you go along?" Cindy asked. "Yeah, I guess so." Denise said. "I find it amazing that you can do that." Cindy said, jumping up to sit on the counter to watch. "It's not as tough as it sounds. After you've been cooking a while you learn to do it. I found the fastest way to learn how to cook was to force myself to eat my experiments no matter how they turned out. After a few horrible meals I learned what I could and couldn't get away with. You'd be amazed what is actually pretty good together. Like pasta and peanut butter." Denise said. "Pasta and *peanut butter?*" Cindy gasped. "Yup, incredibly good. Maybe I'll make some for dinner.... but it's a bit fat heavy to eat all the time." Denise chuckled. She tasted the sauce and frowned a bit, then started in on the spice rack, adding things seemingly at random. Cindy was becoming more dubious over the meal. Andrea and Betty came in and poured themselves a cup of coffee. "What's cooking, love?" Betty asked, kissing Denise on the neck. Denise shivered a bit as Betty's lips were a bit cold. She turned to her. "Here, let me warm those up for you." she said. "What?" Betty asked. "Your lips." Denise chuckled, moving to do it. "Mmmm Thank you. I think coffee is probably more effective, but nowhere near as pleasant." Betty said, "Now, what's cooking?" "I haven't named it yet.... I thought I'd try it out on all of you to see if it was worthy of a name." Denise giggled. "I think it's a symptom of her mad scientist side." Cindy giggled. "Well, I for one have faith in her. She's never served me a bad meal yet. Most of them have been terrific. Her worst ones were good." Betty said. "I make no such promises. I was hungry and nobody else was cooking so you get whatever it turns out to be." Denise said, tasting her sauce. She looked at it sort of startled like. "Oh, my. I've never seen that reaction before. But I promise I'll try to keep an open mind." Betty said. Denise was looking at the sauce and up at the spice rack. She didn't say anything. She turned down the heat to a slow simmer and covered the pan. She looked at the timer for the rice. Poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down by Cindy. Denise looked thoughtful and deep in concentration. She got up again and went to get her laptop. Sitting down again she started typing something. Everybody was watching her, a bit worried about lunch. "So....?" Betty asked. Denise looked up, questioning. "What about lunch?" Betty asked. "Oh... when the timer goes off for the rice." Denise said, going back to her typing. "Now she's got me worried." Andrea said. "Yeah, me too." Cindy said, looking at Denise. "I withhold judgment until I taste it." Betty said. Denise said nothing, just typed. She frowned a bit and called in some other files and studied them a moment. Finally finding what she was looking for she moved back to her original file and pasted some things from the file she had gone looking for. The timer buzzed and Denise got up and got down four plates and got out a large slotted serving spoon. She dished out rice onto each plate, used the slotted spoon to move two steamed rolls on top of the rice, then ladled her sauce over the rolls and rice. "Okay, it's done." she said, grabbing a fork for herself and returning to the table. Betty bravely took her plate and got a fork for herself. The girls followed her example. One by one they tasted the meal. They all looked up at each other in surprise. "Tell me you wrote this down!" Cindy gasped. Denise was in the middle of her own fork full, but she looked up at them grinning. "This is fantastic!" Andrea said. "Truly, you have outdone yourself." Betty said, going for another bite. Denise swallowed. "That's what I was attempting to do; to record what I used in the sauce. I fear this may be a one of a kind meal as I don't recall everything I used in the steamed rolls." she said. "You mean you can't duplicate this?" Betty asked, sadly. "Not exactly, no. I think I could get close. The sauce by itself is worth recording, but I didn't pay real close attention to what I put in it. Did you notice, Cindy?" Denise asked. "Not really. A pinch of this, a dash of that. Seemed like you opened half the bottles up there." Cindy replied. "Yeah... alright... a pinch of cumin, thyme, sage, rosemary, chili power, paprika, a shake of basil, another of oregano, a small pinch of cayenne pepper, a shake of white pepper, two shakes of onion salt and one of celery salt. Can you think of any others?" Denise asked. "Yeah, I thought it was kind of odd, but you put in a shake of nutmeg." Cindy said. "Really?" Denise asked. "Yeah... and another....Turmeric, I think... oh, and fennel." Cindy said. "How much of each?" Denise asked. "Just a small pinch..... I didn't see what you put in before I came up. You were whisking in something. What was in that?" Cindy asked. "That was just a rue... flour and butter mixed. Oh, I added a just a shot of that white wine in the fridge to help emulsify the rue." Denise said. Betty got up and got the bottle of wine out of the fridge so that Denise could write down the exact one again. "I for one will be incredibly saddened if you can't reproduce this. I think that would be an equivalent loss to the world as a volume of Sappho's poems." Betty said. "It's good, love, but not that good." Denise said. "Yes it is *that* good." Cindy said. "I concur. I never tasted anything so good." Andrea said. "I have, any one of you." Denise chuckled. "Yes, well you can't serve that to others. This you could. Record everything you can think of. The brand of chicken stock, how much of it, how much flour, how much butter, how much wine. How you combined it, the works. This is an award winner." Betty said, taking another bite and rolling her eyes. "Have you got an empty pill bottle?" Denise asked. "Hm... probably. Why?" Betty asked. "Because if you really like it that much, I will just take a sample and have it analyzed along with spices from your rack. A mass spectrometer will tell me exactly what ratio's of what spices I added." Denise said. "You can do that? For any recipe?" Betty asked. "You could get an answer as to exactly what elements were in it in what quantities, exactly how they are hooked together is another thing entirely. That's why I also need the samples of the spices from your rack. See, almost all of them will contain a certain amount of carbon for instance. >From the hydrocarbons in the fats in the butter to the wood fiber in the rosemary. The trick will be determining exactly what got combined to reach the sum. I think I could tackle that with my spifo new computer. I could just run a bunch of Fourier analysis curves based upon rough foundations of things I know I put in it and what measurements I used. Then I just run curves of the other ingredients until I get a good approximation match to the original sample. But it would be a bitch trying to duplicate a recipe that way with no knowledge to start with as a baseline." Denise said. "I love it when she talks dirty like that. It makes me wet." Cindy chuckled. "This lunch is making me wet." Andrea said, rolling her eyes. "I think in your present state of mind that a fast food burrito would get you wet." Betty chuckled to Andrea. Andrea blushed a bit. "Yeah, I will admit that I've been pretty turned on since Friday night. But I just love you all so much I can't help it." she said, softly. "No-one is asking you to help it. I think we all understand. I was just teasing, love." Betty said, leaning to kiss her tenderly. "Fact is that I'm horny as hell myself. I usually am just before.... Well, you know. So what say we slip off after lunch?" Denise asked. "Me too. I think we're pretty much in synchronization, so I'm up for it." Cindy offered. "I must regretfully decline until after my run with Bobby, but I will undoubtedly be quite adequately hungrier when I get back from that. As Denise is well familiar with by now." Betty chuckled. "Oh, I think we can keep Andrea cranked up till you get back. Might be fun to watch you two then. Kind of like watching an atmospheric nuke test." Denise chuckled. "I'm not sure that wouldn't violate our SALT treaty." Cindy chuckled. Andrea had tears in her eyes now. "I thank you all.... You really don't have to do that. I'll survive." she said, her eyes downcast. "I hope you aren't under the miss-impression that making love with you is a chore. It is undoubtedly one of the most pleasurable experiences any of us has ever known. I do believe it's time for the *dynamic duo* to show you just exactly how hot we are for you. Right Cindy?" Denise asked. "Indubitably, unequivocally, undeniably, undoubtedly, categorically, absolutely, unmistakably, positively and certainly." Cindy said, eyeing Andrea hungrily. "I must say that your vocabulary is coming right along. I take it you mean: *sure*?" Denise chuckled. "You got it. My intended meaning was that I am hot for her bod.... *NOW*! or anytime." Cindy giggled. All had finished their lunch so Denise pulled Andrea into her lap as she didn't appear to believe it. Andrea found herself hugging Denise with all her heart and sobbing against her. Denise hugged her back, kissing at her tears. "Any more of that scrumptious meal? I'd like to take some to Sally just so someone else will believe me when I rave about it." Betty asked, leaning down to kiss Denise's cheek. "Yes, two steam rolls, lots of rice and enough sauce. Leave me a couple of teaspoons full of sauce to test." Denise replied, hugging Andrea to her. Betty got down a plastic lidded container and made up a plate. Leaving just some rice and the requested sample. Then she spread kisses around the other women before she went to change. Andrea still wept against Denise. Denise lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly. It was like pouring gasoline on a campfire as Andrea's passion flared in response to the kiss. She suddenly shuddered and moaned deeply through the kiss. Cindy had moved around the table and was already tugging at Andrea's sweats and shorts which she had put on while they surveyed the cold expansion area. Denise was pulling at her sweatshirt. Andrea's hands already up under her top and sports bra, teasing her nipples. She kissed Denise hungrily, her breath already ragged in her throat as Cindy moved in between her legs, draping them over her shoulders as she bent to happily lap at her first love. Andrea went off again at the first touch of Cindy's tongue. Her hips rising up high as the massive convulsion gripped her body and her lungs emptied themselves in an animalistic cry. Seemingly in synchronization other ways, Denise and Cindy rose as one. Denise lifting Andrea in her arms, kissing her deeply again. Andrea's legs draped over Cindy's shoulders as she continued her attack. They moved as one to carry Andrea to the bedroom, neither letting up on her for an instant as they carried her up the stairs. The only lapse upon Andrea was when Denise gently laid her on the bed and moved back for a moment to strip off her top and shorts. The sports bra and panties came next in just a few moment and then she was back matching Andrea's hungry kisses. Cindy pushed her own shorts and panties down to her knees and then pulled her top off. Kicking her shorts and panties off as she moved up onto the bed to get a better angle of attack on Andrea's throbbing clitoris. Betty stepped out of the bathroom and stopped dead in her tracks at the scene before her. She grinned as she watched for a moment. Then - compelled- she moved to Andrea's other side and bent to kiss her. "I've got to go or I'll miss Bobby. But count on me being just as hungry as you are now when I get back. What these two are doing now is just a warm up for what I'm going to do when I get back. I love you." she said. Andrea answered by going off again and moaning deeply through another kiss. Denise lifted her head just long enough to give Betty a deep kiss. "Have a good run. We'll keep her hot for you." Denise said, then turned back to Andrea. Cindy lifted her head long enough to give Betty a deep kiss richly flavored by Andrea's nectar. Betty hugged her a moment and then slipped away. She snagged her laptop and the plastic container, sniffing wistfully at her upper lip on the way out the door. "Please! I want to eat you!" Andrea gasped to Denise. Denise smiled and moved her hips over her head, facing Cindy. She felt Andrea's tongue delve deeply into her as she bent to duel with Cindy's tongue atop Andrea's clitoris. Andrea responded by going off again. Cindy knew what Andrea liked. She lifted one of her legs up to give her better access. Then worked her tongue down to tease her backside. It was freshly clean from a shower just a few hours before. Andrea responded by going off again in a bucking frenzy. Her body convulsing again and again. Denise and Cindy didn't let up on her at all. Andrea had tears pouring from her eyes. She'd never been so turned on in her life. Her body quaked in random convulsions and every breath she took was a ragged inwards scream to be followed by a complimentary outwards one. Her mind already awash in blissful pleasure. She could feel Denise's talented tongue relentlessly flicking over her clitoris. Someone - or both- had their fingers inside her teasing her G-spot. Cindy's tongue probed hot and deep at her sphincter. Fingers traced over all over her body and someone was squeezing the breast she herself didn't have a hold off. A set of fingernails raked at her ass cheeks and then her sides. Then it was as if all the orgasms she had experienced all ganged up on her at once and she was gone. Denise went off with her, her cry matching volume if not pitch. She rolled off to the side panting for breath. Cindy crawled up atop Andrea for round two. ------------------------------------- Bobby was just walking out the door as Betty drove up and got out. He nodded to her and they started stretching together. "I have a treat for you once we get around to a safe place to deliver it." Betty said, quietly, under her breath, "My upper lip tastes like Andrea." Bobby didn't seem to react, but when they set off, the pace was brisker than normal. By the time they reached the backside of the block they were running full out, side by side. The presence of the other driving them both harder than they would have run on their own. When both were well run out they began to slacken the pace up once more. They slowed it down until it was an easy jog and then finally a fast walk and then down to an amble. On the long stretch where Bobby had first kissed her Betty suddenly swung around and checked for cars. There was no traffic at all. She stepped in front of him and he pulled her into his arms. The kiss was long and searching. Betty suddenly convulsed hard in his arms and moaned deeply past their lips. Bobby supported her as she slowly regained her legs. Kissing softly now, tenderly. Finally he released her. "Thank you. That was quite nice." he said, easily, a hint of mirth in his voice. "I'll say.... Thank *you*." Betty chuckled, a bit breathless, as they moved to continue their walk. "I was a little worried about your tail." Bobby said, "But I haven't seen him.... or anybody." "Surprise number two. They packed up yesterday morning and gave up. Denise said to still be careful in the cars as they might still be monitoring the bugs in them." Betty said, beginning to get her wind back. "I'm quite impressed with how intelligent she is.... But I still have my preferences.... you." Bobby said, a bit bashful. Betty felt herself blushing like a school girl. "Thank you... I guess you can tell I'm not affected by you at all either." she chuckled. Bobby chuckled. "Then you have a damn sensitive hair trigger." he teased. "I didn't used to have.... not before Denise came into my life. She was the first one who made me climax from a kiss." Betty mused. "The first? There have been others?" Bobby asked, a bit insecure. "Cindy and your sister...... You are the only man who has ever interested me." Betty reassured him. "I find it unlikely that you are a virgin." he said. "No... I tried it in high school and a couple of times in college. I found them uninspiring. which is not at all what I feel for you." she said. Bobby smiled at her and leaned over and kissed her cheek. Betty slipped her arm through his and they walked along arm in arm.... like a normal couple until they were almost back to Bobby's street. "Denise outdid herself on lunch today. I've got something for your mother to try, so I'll be coming in. Thank you... for every thing." she said. When they got back to Betty's car she reached in and got the plastic container and followed him in. Bobby went off to his room to plunk on the computer and read. John and Sally seemed surprised, but elated to see her. "I brought something over for you to try. Denise whipped this up for lunch today and I wanted a witness as to just how good it is." she said, handing the container to Sally. "What is it?" she asked. "Some sort of chicken vegetable roll that she steamed and then served over rice. The sauce she made up for it is to die for though." Betty replied. "Let me microwave it and we'll try it. Cup of coffee?" Sally offered, placing the container in the microwave. "Yes, I'd love one. I'm afraid Denise has turned me into quite a coffee hound." Betty said, getting her own mug and pouring herself a cup. "You didn't need to do that, you're a guest and we're thrilled to have you." Sally said. "You said you wanted me to feel at home. This way feels most comfortable to me." Betty said, taking the pot and warming Sally's and John's coffee before sitting down herself. "That's fine with me if you really feel that way. So how was your run? I love that outfit... I'll bet Bobby does too." Sally chuckled. 'I think he likes it. I hope so, that's what I bought it for..... The run was very nice. We pushed ourselves pretty hard, I'm throbbing with life right now." Betty chuckled. "Yes.... you seem to be downright glowing. And if Bobby doesn't notice that outfit then Sally lied to me about who Bobby's father was, cause we couldn't possibly be related in that case." John chuckled. "*John!* Don't embarrass the woman." Sally chuckled. "I don't mind. I'm quite flattered actually. Thank you John, that was sweet." Betty said. "So how's Andrea handling it now that she knows we know?" John asked. "I think you have one ecstatically happy girl on your hands. She's been cranked up all weekend." Betty chuckled. "Good... I'm glad..... and thank you for sparing us the details." Sally chuckled. "I figure you are like any other parent in that respect. I have no desire to make you two feel uncomfortable about our relationship, quite the contrary." Betty said, chuckling. "Well... we're getting used to the idea... Marge and Sam helped in that respect, I think. Marge was telling me..... There just aren't any good social conventions for showing acceptance between same sex relationships. She said Sam and her found themselves talking about sex a lot trying to make Denise and Cindy comfortable about it around them. That Denise finally just came out and said 'they did it, they liked it and were going to keep doing it' before they all relaxed about it. So I will just get it out of the way as far as you are concerned. I know my daughter and you are having sex. I know you enjoy it and I know that you both wish to continue to enjoy it. So.... that said, how was your weekend otherwise?" Sally asked. Betty was a bit red, but she sipped at her coffee a moment while she composed herself. "And you said *I* shouldn't embarrass her. Her glow just got a lot brighter." John chuckled. Betty chuckled, nervously. "It was a grand weekend. We've had fun. It's been a very loving weekend. Andrea's moved into a cuddly, sensitive phase that I watched Cindy go through with Denise. So don't be surprised if she seems a bit sensitive and huggy. It will pass as she gets more comfortable with the idea that you really have accepted the relationship." she said. "Well, it's nice knowing that she has those around her who love and understand her..... Sally and I were talking about it yesterday. We want you to know that we don't think she could have gotten involved with two finer people than you and Denise. Cindy's a sweetheart too. If she's going to live that lifestyle I doubt she could have found better role models for her anywhere." John said. "Thank you. That means a lot to me to hear you say that." Betty said, misty eyed. "Enough of the mushy stuff." Sally said, patting Betty's hand. "Yes... I just got the E-mail Denise promised me. If she really interfaces with all those software packages then I have no doubt she has another winner on her hands." John said, changing the subject. "That's great to hear. I have no doubt that if she tackles it that she will make it work right with all of them. I've seen her do some incredible technological things like they were nothing at all." Betty said. "I don't doubt for an instant that she knows her stuff. Those drivers she wrote for the other package are masterpieces. I'd still love to have her come work for me. I don't know how long I could make the offer stand though. I don't know how serious these investor folks are about my company." John said. Betty looked at Sally. "Did you tell him? About my family?" she asked. Sally shook her head and then suddenly her eyes got wide in realization. Betty turned to John. "I have to be honest with you John. *I *am the one behind the interest in your company." she said. "You? How could that be so?" John asked, genuinely surprised. "You hit the nail on the head the first night we talked here. You asked me a question I didn't really answer, I side stepped it. You asked me if I was related to Hart Industries..... He's my father. You've actually met him. He's the one who sits back and doesn't say much." Betty said. John sat back in shock. Sally had a moment longer to recover. "So just how interested are *you* then?" she asked. "Very, actually. My father speaks quite highly of you and your organization, John. He was *very* impressed. He said the only thing you are missing is a resident genius to give you direction. That is precisely what my interest is. I'm interested in your company for Denise." Betty said. "Denise? I thought she wasn't interested." John asked. "She knows nothing about this. She'd tear me a new one if she had a clue.. so for now I'd like you to keep it under your hat. ..... You know very well that Denise is wasting herself on teaching public school. She's far too brilliant to limit herself like that. I think that's going to wear on her down the road. To an extent I think it already is a bit. But she cares enough about her students that she will never willingly give it up. I had thought that I could interest her in coming in once a week and providing a little direction to a first rate lab. She really doesn't have to do the work all herself, just point the other researchers in the right direction. I thought if I could talk her into that that she would be more content with herself down the road. That's what the software ventures are about. You supplied me with just the venue to lure her into the lab. Once she sees how she can really make a difference, technology wise, I think the bug will bite her. I want to be in a position to offer her that room to grow." Betty said. "You really must love her quite a lot, as my company wouldn't go for cheap." John said. "Yeah, I've got it pretty bad for her. There are a bunch of things that you undoubtedly don't see and are very personal and hard to explain... But Denise is the first person to ever make me really feel like a woman. I've been a tom-boy most all my life. She's the first person to make me feel like wearing a dress and wanting to look sexy for them. It's bad business practice to tell you so, but I consider your company cheap in comparison to what I *would* spend for her if she would let me." Betty said, honestly. "Well, I can't even fathom anybody picturing you as anything but a woman. But if that's truly the case then I guess I understand. What about me and my other employees?" he asked. "Actually, I'd very much like to retain you all. My father said you were a first rate managing director and that you had a first rate staff. I trust his judgment totally when it comes to business. So there would be as little change as you felt comfortable with. I'd still want you to run it. But I get the impression you really don't *want* totally out of it yourself. That you just want more time to spend with your family. I can certainly understand that. In fact I would insist upon it. I'd want you to be able to take a week or two off here and there to spend time with your wife or go fishing with your son." Betty said, grinning. John was momentarily overwhelmed, he fought to retain his composure and the tears forming in his eyes. Sally stepped in to help, but was having her own difficulty over the sentiment. "So what is your criteria for purchasing John's company or not?" she asked. "Simply put, my criteria is whether or not I think I can talk Denise into working there, even once a week as a guiding impetus. But my father may well buy it anyway as a good investment. Knowing what I do about Denise's software potential alone it would be an attractive option as having an expanding market potential. I guess that could possibly be conceived as inside trading information and perhaps we shouldn't be discussing it. I have not discussed it with my father however and it would actually be him that would be the purchaser in any case as I do not personally have those kind of finances until I receive my inheritance, which I hope to be a long time from now. But with my developing relationships with your family, I didn't want there to be any secrets between us. Especially something like this, which could so affect your future, your hopes and dreams." Betty said. "I appreciate that. As far as the insider trading is concerned, I do not see that as an issue. I would in fact reveal any ongoing market strategies, assets or liabilities to any serious potential investor, so the information would be revealed as a matter of course to your father or other serious investors before any ownership purchase agreement would be concluded. ... About Denise.... What primarily is her attachment to the public school system?" John asked. "Her interest and attachment is that she cares about kids. She wants to be in a position where she can influence their intellectual development, and I think she will do very well at that. I think she would be an outstanding science or technology teacher. She'd be outstanding at whatever she was assigned to teach. She's outstanding as a gym coach and it isn't really her field or interest other than she keeps herself fit. I have no doubt that she would be a positive influence in any teaching position though." Betty said. "So do I.... What about a private teaching establishment or a corporate sponsored DCE position?" John asked. "Gosh, I don't know how she'd feel about that. I think she'd like to influence the most number of minds she was given the opportunity to influence, but not based upon a students financial ability to afford the education. Why do you ask?" Betty inquired. "Simply put, I think Denise would be a big enough asset to my company that I'd be willing to sponsor her as an instructor in addition to paying her substantially higher wages than she is earning now. There are several programs where companies supply training expertise in conjunction with the division of continuing education or even industrial training in collaboration with public secondary schools. She'd be teaching just exactly what she's best at and her students would all be there because they *wanted to learn*, not because it was an interesting elective." John said. "What, set her up in her own school?" Betty asked, chuckling. "Essentially, yes. In the process she gets the opportunity to have the greatest effect upon the greatest number of young minds while benefiting the company and herself. She supplies that guiding impetus to the companies research and teaches students leading edge technology as it's developed. Actually teaches them the process by which research is accomplished. As long as she doesn't reveal ongoing proprietary information in a manner that would put us at a disadvantage to other companies or allow them to jump ahead of us using our research then she is free to teach anything she wants." John said. "You may have something there. I'll talk to her and see if I can feel her out as to how she feels about the idea. I don't want to reveal my interest in your company, however. She didn't even wish to accept that computer system which she's developing this software on as a gift from me. She's going to insist on paying me back for it out of that first check you give her. She damn sure would come unglued if she knew I wanted to buy a multi-million dollar company for her. Even if I did expect to make money on the deal, as I have no doubt she would do for us." Betty said. "She knows nothing about this at all?" Sally asked. "No... not really. I mentioned it to her one night as a hypothetical possibility. She wasn't overly thrilled about the idea." Betty said. Sally looked contemplative as she took the dish out of the microwave. "Do you want some of this?" she asked. "No, I had my fill earlier, thanks. You two go ahead." Betty said. Sally divided it up onto two plates. She served one to John and one to herself as she sat down by Betty. She took a fork and tasted hers, sitting back suddenly as the flavor hit her. She could barely chew and swallow before her reaction came out. "This is fantastic!" she gasped. John quickly took a bite and seemed to moan a bit in delight. Betty sipped at her coffee. "Wow! Denise made this?" John asked. "Yes, from scratch. Isn't it wonderful? That's why I had to bring you a sample. Just so someone would believe me when I raved about it." Betty said. "I *must* have this recipe." Sally said. "If we have it, you'll have it. She didn't write it down as she was making it. She's trying to record it as best as she can remember. Apparently she went through my spice rack adding a bit of just about everything. Cindy said she even put a shake of nutmeg in it. Denise sort of remembers the gist of the recipe, but with something like this it's the little subtle amounts of things that make it so fantastic. She said she will have it analyzed along with my spices and maybe can come up with a recipe by letting her computer crunch on the results. I left her a couple of tea spoons of the sauce as a sample." Betty said. "Oh, that would be a crime to lose this recipe. It's kind of funny about Denise wanting to analyze it though." John chuckled. "Yes, Denise is one of those people you feel like you ought to be following around with a camcorder, recording everything she does for later reference of how things should be done properly. I've seen her do some amazing things. Did you know you could pull audio off of video?" Betty asked. "Say what?" John said. Betty chuckled and told them about Denise and the laser bug. "But why would they have you under surveillance?" Sally asked. "June made some serious charges against us. She was in an obvious high level position. The sheriff had to check out the charges even if he didn't really believe her. Denise saved our bacon on that one. If we hadn't had the warning then they would have had us cold with Andrea and Cindy. We're pretty open and affectionate about our relationships around the house. They would have gotten plenty enough to convict us." Betty said, realizing it may have been an error to tell them of the surveillance. "But what tipped you off that you were being watched in the first place?" Sally asked. "Luck. We just happened to notice the same car went past us four times on the way back from the park that first day Bobby ran with us. We stopped for frozen yogurt and I pulled over on that deserted stretch just around the corner while we ate them. This same car passed us four times. It was just luck we noticed. When I got back to my place I warned Denise about it. She dug into her little bag of tricks and verified that they were indeed watching us. Seems that the camera's she got for my security system are sensitive far down into the infrared region. She called in the image from the front camera and the line from the laser was unmistakable in the picture. Then she set about tapping into their bug. In the meantime we 'winterized' my front windows with vinyl sheeting, which muted what they could hear inside, at her suggestion of course. I wouldn't have had a clue how to block their probe." Betty said. "Are you sure they didn't get anything on you before you spotted them?" John asked. "Yes, Denise recorded all their conversations in their surveillance van. Simply put, we lucked out, as Denise and Cindy were in the hot tub when I got home. Just lucky they had the pump on which masked whatever they said before I got there." Betty said. "So how did she pull the audio off the laser beam? It wouldn't have been modulated by them." John asked. "She explained it that the laser was mounted to the side of the metal van. She said vibrations of the sheet metal would cause the beam to vibrate from their conversation just like the vibrations from my windows from the inside would have done to the reflection. She ran some other sensor over by the window they were listening to and worked some sort of electronics magic that said that anything that appeared on both the camera and the window sensor had to be their conversation. Differential, she called it." Betty said. John nodded thoughtfully. "It's absolutely brilliant." he mused. "That's Denise." Betty chuckled. "I can see why you are so taken with her." Sally said. "Sally, I had no idea I could even *begin* to feel this strongly about another before she came into my life. Since then I've gotten to feel the same way about others, but I won't deny that my strongest feelings are for her, even with as close as Andrea and I have become or even Cindy and I. Every life she touches seems to benefit from it in some manner. I'm flat in love with the lady." Betty said. "Yes, I can see that. And I think you are right about everybody benefiting from contact with her. She's certainly having an influence on our lives. First with Cindy and Andrea, then you and Andrea and I guess by extension, you and Bobby. Not to mention the side events like your interest in my company and the return from my business ventures with her." John said. "More coffee?" Sally asked. "No, thank you. I really should be going. Andrea's pretty sensitive right now and I want to spend as much time with her as possible before I have to bring her back tonight." Betty said, getting to her feet. "Here, don't forget your container." Sally said, jumping to her feet and rinsing it out before handing it to Betty. "Well don't be such a stranger. I know you run with Bobby every afternoon. Stop in and chat afterwards." John said. "Oh, don't take my not stopping in personal, because it's not. It's just that I'm really possessive of the time I get to spend with Denise in the evenings. She's carrying a lot of weight on her shoulders over our relationships. I like to be able to supply whatever stress release I can for her as I know she's not going to stop caring. But I promise to stop in more often for a bit." Betty said, leaning to hug him. She turned and Sally gave her a big hug and kissed her cheek too. "I understand. We just want you to know that you are very welcome here." she said. "Thank you. That means a lot to me. Well, bye now." Betty said, taking her leave. Sally and John watched her go. Sally turned to John. "I like that lady more all the time." she said. "Yes, I do too. My estimation of her has certainly grown since we first met. She's a very caring person. Denise is too. I think Andrea could have done much worse in her choice of mates given the direction she has chosen. I seriously doubt she could do any better. Those two are very special people." he replied. "Yes, I agree. But I still get the impression that there is something significant that they aren't telling us. Like her comment about Denise carrying a lot of weight over the relationships." Sally said, thoughtfully. "Well, whatever it is, at this point I'm quite certain they are dealing with it in the best possible manner." John said. "Yes, I think you are probably right about that. It just worries me a bit." Sally said. -------------------------------- Andrea clung to Cindy like she would never see her again. Between her and Denise they had hardly let up on her since they had come upstairs. While one was recovering the other would move in, giving Andrea no recovery time herself. At the moment she was literally bombed on endorphins from the several dozen orgasms she had experienced at their hands. At the same time she was loving every second of it. She was absolutely overwhelmed by the love she felt from all her lovers. Bobby had predicted that Denise would teach her tenderness, compassion and depth of feeling and she had certainly lived up to the prediction. She'd had no clue that a person could feel what she presently felt. At the same time she felt more shame all the time over her earlier treatment of Cindy. She wanted to reach into her and tear the hurt out and soothe her heart for her. She wanted to get down on her knees and beg her forgiveness every day for the rest of her life. The only reason she didn't was because Cindy had clearly indicated that she didn't want her to. So her option was to love her as much as she possibly could. Thus her clinging. She could feel Denise's warm body snuggled to her side. She felt such a feeling of affection for her too that she didn't have a clue how to begin to show it to her. She felt that way about all of them. Betty found her clinging to Cindy as she came into the room. She calmly stripped off her clothes and moved onto the bed. Cindy kissed Betty in welcome and then rolled aside to snuggle to Denise as Betty moved in on Andrea and another round of loving attacks on her body began. Later, as she was the last one in on the foray, Betty gently extracted herself from the blissfully sleeping bodies. She slipped on her robe and made her way downstairs. Digging out a number she called for a gourmet meal for four to be delivered. Then she set about renewing the fire and setting the table in her finest linen and china. She made her way back upstairs and quietly extracted the two gold candle stick holders from her safe. She left a note on the bathroom mirror for everybody to dress *formally* for dinner. Then she took her own clothes and made her way down to use the guest shower so she wouldn't disturb their sleep. She was just finishing her make up when the gate buzzer sounded. She poked the button to let the delivery driver in. The delivery was made by the owner of the gourmet shop where Denise had gotten the meal for their earlier formal dinner. His faith in the existence of glamorous women renewed over Betty's appearance at the door. He couldn't help notice the simple opulence of the house and the table setting. "Special occasion dinner?" he asked. "Yes, a special friend of mine is due for a little pampering." Betty said, paying for the meal and tipping him well for the last minute delivery. "Well, if you treat your friends like this you just let me know if you ever have a shortage of them." he chuckled. "Thank you. I will. Bye now." Betty said. The man left and she closed the gate behind him and reset the outside alarm. Not that she expected any return visits from June. She set about transferring the meal to serving platters which she moved to a warm oven until dinner. Denise stirred and stretched like a cat. Then she carefully extracted herself from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. She read the note on the mirror and grinned as she set about showering and packaging herself. One at a time the girls made their way into the bathroom and followed suit. "What's this about?" Cindy asked, as Andrea showered. "I don't have a clue, love. You see Betty's note, that's all I know about it. .... I'm glad we got all that loving in on Andrea earlier as I started my period." Denise said, working on her makeup. "I did too. I got up to use the bathroom after Betty got here earlier and had to get a tampon. We seem to be right in sync with each other." Cindy replied, pulling on her dress. Andrea stepped out of the shower and moved to dry herself. She seemed distant and blissful. Denise moved in to kiss her tenderly as she dried. "So what's this about?" Andrea asked. "As I was just telling Cindy; I don't know. You see Betty's note and our things laid out. It's clear how she wishes us to appear for dinner." Denise said, moving to hand Andrea her lingerie that she had purchased her for the previous formal dinner. Betty came in, herself looking like a million dollars. "Hey ladies. Lets get a move on. Chop-chop. Dinners a waiting." she said. Denise was ready so she pulled Betty gently into her arms and kissed her tenderly. "You look good enough to eat yourself." she said, when she finally pulled back. "So do you, love. But there are more substantial things to eat just waiting on us downstairs. Your lunch dish was a hit with the Billings by the way. Sally says she *must* have your recipe. I moved your sample to a pill bottle in the fridge. I rinsed it out very well first so I wouldn't introduce any foreign substances to the formula. No need introducing antibiotics to the recipe." Betty chuckled. She moved to help Andrea dress. Stalling just long enough to give her a kiss. Andrea was quite sure she meant it. With her and Denise's help they got the girls dressed and primed. Then she led them downstairs. Together they could have done damage to any gathering of males on the planet. "What's all this?" Denise asked, seeing the table set up for a candle lit dinner. "I thought that we all could use a little shot of elegance in our life to commemorate our becoming a semi-official family with Andrea's parents acknowledgment of our relationship." Betty replied. She moved to start Julian Bream on the stereo, kneeling in her formal dress and confirming Denise's decision about what to get her for Christmas. She made a mental note to talk to the girls about getting her a selection of CD's to go with the changer she was going to get her. Betty moved to the table and lit the candles, then turned down the lights. An elegant mood seemed to descend on the house. Betty reached into a ceramic chiller and pulled out the bottle of champagne that she had told the girls just that morning had cost fifty dollars. She removed the seal and began to unwire the cork. She threw a towel over the top before she finished and then with the towel held tight around the bottle gently rocked the cork back and forth until a quiet *phfft* was heard. Then she moved to pour the champagne into four glasses. Denise was reminded of their first candle lit dinner. She smirked a bit when Betty handed her her glass. "What?" Betty asked. "Oh, I was just hoping that this was the same glass you held up to your breast that night." Denise said, her eyes sparkling at her. "I was quite hoping you'd induce some of that wet inducing patois of yours this evening. I'm pleased to see that once again you won't let me down. Not that you ever have or ever could." Betty said, kissing her tenderly before serving the girls. "Isn't this the stuff you told us this morning was fifty dollars a bottle?" Cindy asked, taking her glass. "First lesson in your sophistication training that Denise and I are starting; One does not introduce the crass concept of cost at a formal gathering. One simply assumes that they are worth it, which you all definitely qualify for. I apologize I only had the cheap stuff on hand, but I planned all this just about an hour and a half ago." Betty said lightly, handing Andrea her glass. "If this is the cheap stuff how much does the expensive stuff cost?" Andrea giggled. "*One* does not inquire. *One* simply enjoys the moment." Betty replied, grinning. "Your impromptu bash, your toast, my love." Denise said. Betty raised her glass to the others. "To our family, may it last for eternity." she toasted They all got misty eyed as they clinked the fine crystal glasses and drank. The cheap stuff was exceptional. A smile coming to everyone's face. "Do you know how lovely you all look this evening? It makes me proud to be your mate." Betty said. "It is you who looks stunning and it is us who are proud to think of ourselves as your mates." Denise replied. "Here here." Andrea said, tears dripping down her cheeks. "Why the tears, my sweet love?" Betty inquired, moving to kiss them from her cheeks. "I'm just so in love with you all and this is all so perfect." Andrea replied. "Ah, but this is just the beginning, love. We will know countless evenings just as perfect or more so." Betty said. Cindy snuggled to Denise's side as she sipped her champagne. She leaned up and whispered in her ear: "Now *she's* making me wet." Denise smiled at her and kissed her tenderly. Betty took the cue to do the same to Andrea and then turned to do the same to the other two. "Won't you all please be seated. Denise, would you please give me a hand with the serving?" Betty asked. "Where should we sit?" Cindy asked. "Denise at the head of the table as befits her position as our matriarch. You to her right, me opposite her with Andrea to my right as befits our positions. Each of us complimenting each other as we do so well." Betty replied, moving to seat Andrea. "I do believe that your patois is the effective one this evening." Denise chuckled, doing the same for Cindy. The two girls looked at each other across the table and their hands met and squoze each other as Betty and Denise served the first course, a tossed salad with bulgar wheat and a light Italian dressing. "Just where did you get this?" Denise asked as they sat down. "The same place you got the last one. I met the man you talked about when he delivered it this evening. He is quite handsome and debonair." Betty replied. "Yes, I thought so. He was quite charming that night when we picked it up." Denise said. "Yes, I never felt more lovely before in my life." Cindy added. "You are lovely, babe." Andrea said, toasting her glass to her. "As you all are." Denise said. "So how was your run with Bobby?" Andrea asked. "It was exceptionally nice. I was able to supply him with a little treat that he seemed to quite enjoy as I had kissed Cindy just before I left. If you will remember where her head was at that moment you will understand." Betty said. Andrea suddenly gasped and blushed. "He kissed you again?" she asked. "Yes, my love. Quite adequately I might add as I orgasmed in the middle of it." Betty said. "Another hair trigger in the family." Denise teased, leaning to kiss Cindy's cheek. "So how was your visit with Sally and John? You were gone for quite some time. You returned in the nick of time to take over with Andrea as she had quite exhausted us by then." she asked Betty. "I exhausted *you*? You two didn't let me catch my breath once between orgasms. I'm amazed I can talk now." Andrea said. "In answer to your question, it was a lovely visit, although a bit strange. Seems that Marge and Sally had a little chat last Friday night and Marge told her about your discussions about social conventions relating to sex and acceptance. Next thing I know Sally's telling me that she acknowledges that Andrea and I have sex, that we like it and that we intend to keep on enjoying it." Betty said. "*My* mother said *that*?" Andrea gasped. "Yes, she did. Your father was sitting there when she did it too. I don't think I've turned that red for years." Betty chuckled. "Can't be any more of a shock than when my father asked *how* we did it, and Denise *told* him." Cindy chuckled. "Well, I think it's wonderful. It means they are coming to terms with Andrea's relationship with us, or at least with you." Denise said. "Oh, they made no secret that they were fully aware that the relationship extended to all of us. That particular statement was just leveled at me." Betty said. "I can't believe that my mother said that." Andrea said. "Careful Andrea, next you'll have to face the concept that your folks have sex, like I had to realize about mine." Cindy said. "I don't know why that's so hard to face. I realize it about my folks even and my mother seems like the last person on earth who would have sex." Denise said. "Yes, none of us would be here at all without it. Almost nobody on earth would be. Think about this; there's now about five billion people on earth. That means that a total of ten billion people had sex at least once." Betty chuckled. "Yes, can you feel it?" Denise asked, mysteriously. "Feel what?" Cindy asked. "Right now, this instant, there are people having sex within a mile of here." Denise said. "You really think so? You maybe haven't seen many of my neighbors. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if they all died of old age tomorrow." Betty chuckled. "Well I for one intend on doing it up to the day I pass away. I hope to go with a smile on my face induced by all you lovelies." Denise said. "Your dying breath upon my lips or mine upon yours, my love." Cindy said, leaning to kiss her on the cheek. "*Perfect!* But, enough of that subject as I intend that to be a very long time from now. I'm gonna go kicking and screaming. That's what my Saturday runs are about, slowing down the slow down." Denise said. "Denise.... I know you are devoted to teaching... But how attached are you to doing it at a public school?" Betty asked, seemingly out of the blue. The others took it simply as a change of subject. "Oh, gosh. I don't know. It just seems the best place to me to influence the development of the most number of minds. Why do you ask?" Denise asked. "John and I were talking about you teaching earlier. He was telling me about DCE courses that are sponsored by corporations. They even have vocational classes in conjunction with secondary public schools that you could teach. It would allow you to teach what you are best at teaching - technology- to motivated students who all were there for the specific purpose of learning that subject. At the same time you could apply your expertise to continuing the search for knowledge for the betterment of all mankind." Betty said. "I don't know that I will ever benefit all of mankind. I'm quite content trying to influence just a mind or two in a beneficial manner." Denise said. "I have no doubt at all that you are fully capable of having a profound effect upon the entire planet. You could give them a whole new level of computer technology with your quantum well devices." Betty said. "I guess that's a nice thing to dream about, but I doubt that I will ever have the opportunity to do that. I pretty much accepted that when I decided to become a teacher." Denise said. Betty didn't say anything further. The salads were all consumed and she stood to serve the next course. Cindy jumped to her feet to help her. "Tonight we have creme of artichoke soup. I tasted it earlier when it arrived and almost orgasmed." Betty said, ladling it out into bowls from the pan that was keeping it warm. "Ooh, that sounds good." Denise said. "I don't think I ever had an artichoke before." Andrea said. "Really? Have I got a treat for you then." Betty said. "Me too. I just love steaming them until the leaves just wanna fall off and dipping them in mayonnaise and scrapping them with my teeth. My mother introduced them to me years ago." Cindy said, serving Denise first, then Andrea. "I love that too, but it's about three thousand calories a bite and lots of fat." Denise said. "That settles that. Artichokes next weekend." Betty chuckled, moving to the table with her bowl after dishing out Cindy's. Denise tasted the soup and rolled her eyes and sort of moaned. "This is great!" she said. Andrea tried a spoonful and moaned pleasurably herself. This was followed moments latter by Cindy's and Betty's appreciative moans. Little was said during that course as they all consumed every drop of soup in their bowls. "Wow, makes you want to lick the bowl." Denise said, "What decadence did you pick for the main course?" she asked. "Cornish game hens stuffed with wild rice stuffing and baby carrots, also garlic butter dipped brussel sprouts. I need to put out the finger bowls." Betty said, rising to her feet. Andrea jumped up this time to help her. Betty took out a large covered glass casserole dish which she had added a small amount of water to, to keep them moist. She had Andrea cart the plates over one at a time while she dished out a hen and the vegetables to each. "I wonder what the poor folk are having for dinner tonight?" Denise mused. "Probably small wild birds stuffed with rice and vegetables from their own gardens. So not the same thing at all." Betty replied, dishing out her plate. She set her plate down and then got out four small clear glass bowls and put water in them. She placed these on the table along with four additional cloth napkins. "What are these for?" Andrea asked. "These are a bit messy to eat. The finger bowls are for washing your fingers after you handle the tiny drumsticks. Officially, since the meat has bones in it you can pick it up with your fingers. You will need to. Just watch Denise and I if you feel the need." Betty said, joining them at the table again. "I never knew that was the criteria of when you could use your fingers." Denise chuckled. "That's according to *Miss Manners* or some such person who cares about such things. I personally don't think a thing about using my fingers on bacon, French fries or bread sticks though." Betty chuckled. "So how often did your parents have formal dinners?" Cindy asked. "When I was growing up it seemed like once a week, but I think it was closer to once a month. Usually in conjunction with my father entertaining some big wig from some company. We just had a lot of them because he met with a lot of such people." Betty said. "It must have been interesting meeting all those people." Andrea said. "Sometimes, when I got a little older. It was torture when I was young. I'd have to get all dressed up in a dress and make myself pretty. Then I'd have to behave myself. I was much happier when I could bullshit with the kitchen staff in my jeans." Betty mused. "I can't even fathom the concept of what it was like to have a kitchen staff." Denise said. "I guess it's whatever you grow up with and get used to. That's just the way it was while I was growing up. It had it's good side and it's drawbacks. I learned to cook from the kitchen staff, who were professional cooks. I'd imagine that you all learned from your mothers, which seems more appealing to me." Betty said. "Actually, I had to teach myself. The kitchen was my mother's domain and I wasn't taught much that would have threatened her absolute rule. We were a kitchen family, however. But that was mostly because she didn't allow me in her spotless living room. So it was either my room or the kitchen. I didn't know much about cooking at all when I went off to college. I had to learn from scratch." Denise said. "Mom's been great, I remember *helping* her make cookies when I was just a little girl." Cindy said. "Yes, me too from mine." Andrea said. "See. Now I would have given anything to experience that sort of thing with my mother." Betty said. "Yeah, I can see that. This bird is really very good." Denise said. "Yeah, it's great." Andrea said. "Yes, excellent. Thank you for doing this for us." Cindy said. "I just felt like a little opulence." Betty said. "Yes, it was a wonderful idea, thank you." Denise said. "Yes, thank you, my love." Andrea added. "You are all quite welcome. I can't think of a better way to spend an evening than surrounded by such lovely women, sharing good things with the ones I love." Betty said. "Hear hear. I'll drink to that." Denise said, raising her glass. The others clinked glasses and drank. Denise got up and poured more champagne for everybody, then rejoined them. The conversation seemed to lapse into a comfortable silence while they ate. They used the finger bowls and then cleared the table. "A little more decadence? Strawberry cheese cake?" Betty offered. "Oh... It's been so long since I had cheese cake... Yes!" Denise said, moving to help her. "Yes please." Cindy said. "Me too please." Andrea said. Denise poured the coffee while Betty dished out the cheese cake and added the topping. They served everybody and sat back down. Denise rolled her eyes on the first bite followed in quick succession by the others. "Do you think the contractors will have the extension far enough for us to start on next weekend?" Denise asked. "I think so. I guess it depends if the weather holds." Betty said. "I hope so. I can't wait to get started." Andrea said. "Me too." Cindy said. "Me neither. I'm quite looking forward to having you all living here." Betty said. "Me too.... It's as if all my dreams are coming true all at once. I keep waiting to wake up and find it was all a dream." Denise said. "Careful, last time I said that, Cindy pinched my butt." Andrea chuckled. "I did no damage and I kissed it better later." Cindy said. "That's true." Andrea admitted. "I'd accept those conditions." Denise chuckled. "I guess that since school lets out at the end of next week for the holidays that you can just stay over after Sunday." Betty said. "That's great. I'm ready." Cindy said. "When do your folks leave on vacation?" Denise asked. "A week from Monday, so that will work out well. I can just say good- bye to them on Friday night." Cindy replied. "So what are we going to do for two weeks?" Andrea asked. "Oh... I had intended that we'd work our butts off during the day on the extension and then make love until we passed out each night." Denise said. "My, what wonderful thoughts you have." Betty said. "I'm ready." Andrea said. "Me too." Cindy said. "The other thing I thought we'd do was to get a head start on next quarter on your school work. If you girls spend just an hour a day reading ahead and doing the problems then you will be two weeks up on the rest of your classmates. A good way to get good grades." Denise suggested. The girls rolled their eyes. "Okay.... I guess that's a small price to pay to spend two weeks waking up snuggled to you all." Cindy said. "That's a good way to look at it. Sure, why not." Andrea said. Dessert was done. All bussed their dishes and Denise rinsed and loaded the dishwasher. Then they all took their champagne over to the fire pit to sit and relax. Cindy snuggled to Denise and Andrea to Betty. "I want to thank you all.. I've had a wonderful weekend. I know I've been kind of insecure this weekend... It's just that it's all so wonderful I'm just afraid it's going to stop." Andrea said. Betty kissed her cheek softly. "I know, love. Don't worry. If we all work at it, then there is no reason this can't last forever. Even if the authorities found out about us, the longest they could keep us apart would be till you girls were eighteen. But I don't think that's going to happen. Now that they have checked us out and didn't find anything then I think we won't have to worry about them much anymore. All we have to do is be discrete away from here. We can love all we want inside this house, but outside we are just friends." Betty said. "It has been a wonderful weekend. I kind of hate to see it end. But I'm content knowing that I will be in all your arms next weekend." Cindy said, softly caressing Denise's arm which was wrapped around her middle from behind. "Yes, it has been a wonderful weekend. I guess you can take your dress home and show your folks now, Andrea." Denise said. "I'd like to show it to my mother... But I want to leave it here....." Andrea said, softly. "I know how you feel love. I felt more secure in my relationship with Betty when I had some clothes of my own here. They were like a symbol that this was going to continue." Denise said. "So... Have you decided on your course material for the computer class next quarter?" Betty asked. "Gosh, I guess I'd better, hadn't I. Thanks for reminding me. I also have to go through all the computers that were donated and make them all the same. I should work up example files and programs for each too. I think I want to do a paperless class. Maybe have the students start a ring binder that they print out each lesson and put into when they do them. It can act as a reference for them in the future." Denise mused. Cindy sipped at her champagne. "This seems a bit strange. Drinking with adults around." she mused. "I guess we shouldn't really be letting you girls drink at all. But really, I think you are getting the idea that a little wine with dinner is a good thing. It actually is good for your health. It helps control your cholesterol. But more than that is a bad thing. It's bad for your blood pressure, your liver and your brain." Denise said. "The reason we let you girls drink wine and champagne is that we are teaching you the *responsible* side of drinking. Like now; I know that I have to drive you home, so I am purposefully limiting my intake so I won't be driving drunk. But even a few glasses of wine can impair that. If we hadn't had a large meal to help absorb it and moderate the effects I wouldn't consider driving at all. You may see Denise and I have a drink of scotch from time to time, but you will never see us drive afterwards and I seriously doubt you will ever see us drunk." Betty said. "Yeah, I look at it this way; I've spent a great portion of my life trying to make my mind function as good as possible. Why would I purposefully do something that makes it not function correctly?" Denise said. "Well, we appreciate your treating us as adults. That's one of the things I treasure about our relationship." Andrea said. "Cindy brought that to my attention during our week together; That part of being an adult is having the freedom to decide your own actions. If somebody else is making your decisions for you, you don't have the opportunity to be an adult." Denise said. "I never looked at it that way before, but that makes sense." Betty said. "Do you girls want to change before we take you home?" Denise asked. "I think I'd like to wear mine home. I want to see my parents reaction to me being dressed like this." Andrea said. "I'm okay. My parents have seen me dressed like this, but I want to spend as much time snuggling as possible. Besides, I want to wash it. There's no reason why you should be washing my clothes for me." Cindy said. "Be sure to hand wash it following the instructions on the label. Things like these *do not* go in the dryer... unless you want a tight tank top instead of a dress." Denise chuckled. "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." Cindy chuckled. Denise set her glass aside and Cindy finished hers off. They seemed to sense their time was short. Cindy turned in her arms and Denise kissed her deeply. Then they just hugged each other for a time. Andrea and Betty were doing much the same. Time passed way too quickly and the girls finally went to collect their bags. Denise and Betty drove them home. Denise came in for a cup of tea with Marge. "You two look nice. Another formal party?" Marge asked. "Betty surprised us with a little party to celebrate us all being a sort of semi-official family now that Andrea's parents seem to have come to terms with Andrea's relationships with us all. We were all napping and she ordered a gourmet meal delivered and left a note for us to all dress up for dinner. When we came down she had a candle lit dinner all set up for us. Complete with champagne. I hope you don't mind that Cindy had a couple of glasses." Denise asked. "No.. not really. I know you are teaching her responsible behavior. I'd much rather you were teaching them moderate usage of alcohol than for them to be drinking with other kids." Marge said. "Yes, we talked to them about that tonight. Pointing out how we were only driving at all to bring them home because we had consumed a large meal with a small amount of alcohol. Purposefully limiting our consumption for that reason. I think they get the point. But I'm sorry I didn't ask you ahead of time if you minded Cindy drinking at all. We aren't going to get them drunk or anything, but we've served them wine with dinner before, several times. I think the closest Cindy got to getting drunk was at our first formal dinner. She got a bit tipsy, but voluntarily limited her further intake. Like she said to me during our week together, she can't be an adult if others make her decisions for her." Denise said. "No problem. As I said. I know you are teaching them responsible behavior." Marge said. Cindy hugged and kissed Denise and her mother good night and went off to her room. "So how was the party... and the whole weekend for that matter?" Marge asked. "It was a very nice weekend. Wonderful really. Andrea was kind of on an emotional roller coaster most weekend. I guess in response to her parents admitting they knew. She was very clingy and insecure. Then she'd be ecstatically happy the next moment. We just accepted it as a phase as Cindy kind of went through much the same herself. She mellowed out once she felt more secure that the relationship would last. I expect the same from Andrea, but I'm keeping an eye on her. So how was your weekend?" Denise asked. "Quite nice. Sam and I spent much of it in bed. But we went out for dinner and a movie last night. Today we went over our travel plans...... I must say you look very sexy tonight." Marge said. "Thank you. We were talking tonight about the girls just staying over after next Sunday as school is out. So if it's alright with you Cindy will say her farewells on Friday night." Denise said. "Fine by me. I hope you are coming over for Thanksgiving?" Marge asked. "Oh, I'm sorry. Betty already shanghaied me for a big fancy party at her folks place. I just assumed that you'd want to spend it alone with Cindy." Denise said. "That's okay. It will give us some good time alone with Cindy before we leave. I just wanted you to know that you were welcome." Marge said, a bit disappointed. "Rain check for next year? Maybe Christmas dinner here this year?" Denise offered. "Deal." Marge said, smiling once more. "Actually, I'd rather spend it here. From how Betty describes the parties at her folks. Sounds like we'll be sparing with a few unpleasant -but mandatory- guests. But she said her mother would be quite disappointed if she doesn't bring me. She had me invite Jenny along as a reinforcement for our side though." Denise said. "Jenny? By herself? Where's her boyfriend?" Marge asked. Denise sort of sighed. "Not another one?" Marge asked. Denise nodded, wearily. "Not to the same degree. I think mainly she's just curious. Her and Jake are still together, but he's out of town for a while to give her some freedom to explore things. I should never have kissed her." she said. "But you want to, don't you?" Marge asked. Denise nodded again. "Yes, I've had strong feelings for her for a long time. My only concern is how it might affect her relationship with Jake. She says she doesn't want to lose that, and he's trying to be understanding, but I hate to introduce that friction into their relationship. Last Monday night she came to dinner at our place. She was all for heading straight for bed, but I couldn't do it while we were being watched.... Oh, that's over now. Our shadows have packed up their tent and moved on to more dangerous criminals. So that's good. I'll go over the cars next week and deal with the bugs." Denise said. "That's good. You're sure?" Marge asked. "Yes, I've been recording them. They were saying how the sheriff told them to give it another week. They didn't get anything on us in that time. So Saturday morning they headed out. I'm glad that's over with. It was stressful having them looking over my shoulder." Denise admitted. "Well..... I guess you know your own limits...." Marge said, more a question. Denise smiled at her. "Yes.... I'm alright. Betty sees to it that I get adequate stress release. She's been really good about that. She seems to know just when I need it somehow." Denise said. "More tea?" Marge asked. "Thank you, no. I really should be going. Betty reminded me tonight that I have a whole quarters lessons to plan for the computer class I will be teaching next quarter. I want to get a start on it." Denise said. "Cindy's sure excited about that. She works on hers a lot now instead of watching TV in the evening." Marge said. "She seemed to grasp it fairly quickly when I showed it to her. Oh, when's her birthday? Isn't that coming up soon?" Denise asked. "Yes, on the tenth of next month, so she'll be with you when it arrives. We'll see to it that you have our present to her before we leave." Marge said. "The tenth... Have to plan a party for her... Sweet sixteen." Denise mused. "I do believe you've made her just about the happiest sixteen year old on the planet." Marge said. "She's sure made me happy. She's such a joy to be around." Denise said. "She always has been. Even as a small child. But you've made her happier than she was even then. I'm just thrilled to death that she found you." Marge said. "Thanks... Well, I guess I'd better be going... Did you get your car back okay?" Denise asked, standing. "Yes, Sam took me to pick it up Saturday." Marge said, eyeing Denise's figure in the slinky dress as she stood. Denise caught her looking and smiled at her. She moved to her as Marge stood up and gave her a hug. "You should be careful, looking at me like that. You don't want to lose Sam." Denise chided. "Actually.... We talked about that. He gave his okay for us to do anything we'd like to, on the single condition that I have to tell him -in detail- everything we do." Marge said, hugging back. "Now I see where Cindy got it from. She really gets passionate if I talk to her about what I'm going to do to her." Denise chuckled. "He *says* that the reason is that he just wants to know what you do different that *trips my breakers*. Just so he can make me happier, but I think you are right that he just wants to hear about it...... So... Sometime in the future? Maybe when you don't have as much stress to deal with?" Marge asked. "Are you really propositioning me?" Denise asked, pointedly. "Yes... I think you are adorable. I have since the first moment I met you. You make me just as hot as you do my daughter. I have no desire to interfere with your relationship with her. But if we can experience each other without doing that then I'd like it very much. I'm content to wait as long as it takes for it to feel comfortable for you." Marge replied. "Sam really said it was okay? And you believe he's not just saying that? Cause I couldn't live with myself if I interfered with that." Denise said. "Yes, he really said it's okay, and I believe he means it. I wouldn't interfere with that myself if I didn't believe him absolutely. I know your dance card is full up. But when things settle down a bit..... If you'd like to, that is." Marge said. "Yes... I'd like that very much. But not as a continuing thing. I'd do it as a bond for our relationship. But I think a recurring thing would interfere with both our relationships with others we love." Denise said. "Well, in the mean time... May I have a *real* kiss?" Marge asked, sheepishly. Denise answered her by doing it. Marge swayed on her feet when Denise finally released her. "I knew I was right about you being talented. Thank you." Marge said, huskily. "You're pretty talented yourself. Well, bye now. Sweet dreams." Denise said. "Thank you. Sweet dreams to you too. Bye." Marge said, still a bit shaky. Denise looked at her and kissed her once more before she pulled herself away and left. Marge went in to take her built up passion out on Sam. -------------------------------------------- Betty was waiting for her when Denise got home. They seemed to sense each others mood and headed straight for bed. Later Betty lay in Denise's arms as they tenderly caressed each other. Betty telling her how Andrea's folks were flabbergasted by her dress and how they raved over how good the two of them looked while she drank a cup of decaf coffee with them. Denise told her of Marge's proposition. "I've been expecting that one for some time now." Betty chuckled. "Yes... I guess I have too... Fact is that I'm tempted to tell both her and Jenny no. This is getting *way* out of hand." Denise said. "That would be your choice, love. I don't mind either of them one bit. But you pick up any more and I'm not likely to be near as understanding. I know that with both of them that it won't be a regular occurrence. And I know how much they both mean to you and you to them. But enough is enough." Betty said. "Thank you." Denise said, kissing her cheek. "For?" Betty asked. "For telling me enough is enough. Enough *is* enough. Your telling me that takes the pressure off me. Now I can simply tell them no in good conscience." Denise said. "You're not mad?" Betty asked. "Heavens no! I love you with all my heart. You give me so much everyday.... I certainly owe you more than a little allegiance in return. Knowing more would disturb you makes it easy for me to say no." Denise said. "God I love you." Betty said, moving to kiss her. Later they tenderly caressed each other to sleep. Happily satiated in each others arms. Chapter Twenty-Two The party at Betty's folks went better than Denise expected. She rolled with a few punches before she send a few biting responses back. She seemed to be a puzzle to those who seemed to be doing most the digs. She just didn't seem to feel the least bit guilty over her behavior or social status. She side stepped several passes gracefully. Jenny looked like a million bucks, but they couldn't get a handle on her either. She was well ready for them. She seemed to know just exactly how to deflect their attacks and turn them into victories of her own. Betty seemed at once elated and at home in her element. She had done an excellent job on briefing Denise what to expect from every guest. Almost... the shocker was her old friend Penelope, who approached Denise later in the evening when they had a little relative privacy. "I wanted to thank you." Penelope said. "I beg your pardon?" Denise said. "I wanted to thank you... for what you've done for Betty." Penelope said. "I'm sorry, I don't follow." Denise said. "She's needed someone like you in her life for a long time. I've known her since we were kids... You are the best thing that's ever happened to her. It shows. This is the first time I've seen her comfortable being the lovely woman she is." Penelope said. "Thank you. That's kind of you to say so... But it's not without it's reward." Denise said. "That's no surprise to me, really. Betty's always had the potential to be a loving person, she just never had anybody worth loving before." Penelope said. "What about you?" Denise asked. Penelope smiled and chuckled. "Me? That's rich. But thank you for the compliment. I'd like to believe I was worthy of Betty's love, but it would be a lie. I'm having too much fun with my boy-toys." she said. "Well I know she thinks *quite* highly of you. Besides her parents you were the only other person she really wanted to see here today." Denise said. "You don't have to try to be kind to me." Penelope said. "I'm not. I don't go out of my way to be excessively kind to anybody. What I am is honest. I have an extremely hard time lying to people. I based that statement upon the fact that she specifically mentioned you by name as being one of her dearest friends. She said it was a true joy to see you and that at times you've been the only person in her corner at these gatherings. So it is I, that have *you* to thank." Denise said. Penelope seemed a bit taken back by Denise's words. But just then the party sort of surged in their direction due to somebody's arrival or exit. They found themselves in company again. All the response Penelope could make was to look at her. Denise held her gaze levely. She could see a hint of hope in her look. Just then Betty came up with Jenny in tow. "Wow, lets stop at this oasis Jenny. It looks much more appealing than the desert we just crossed. Two dear souls in a lifeboat. Maybe they'll throw us a preserver?" Betty chuckled. "Hello, dears. I quite like your friend, Betty." Denise said. "Isn't she just a dear. I knew you'd hit it off." Betty bubbled. "Yes, she is a dear. I was just thinking we must have her over for dinner sometime soon. Something a bit more intimate than this gathering." Denise said. "What a great idea. She's never seen the house." Betty said. "I didn't know I was welcome." Penelope managed to say. Even more surprised by Denise's invitation. "Oh pooh. You know you're welcome anytime." Betty said. Denise and Jenny seemed to gravitate together. Denise touched her shoulder lightly. "How are you holding up?" she asked. "Just great. Betty's been fending off the sharks for me. I need to return some of these drinks though, but I don't know where it is." Jenny said. "I'm due myself. I'll show you. If these two will hold the fort till we get back." Denise asked. "Sure, we'll circle the wagons and hold off the Indians till you get back. Don't be long, there's a bunch of them." Betty chuckled. Denise guided Jenny to the bathroom. "I quite like your friend. I'd like to know more about her." Penelope said. "She has her masters in physics, a minor in psychology, climbs ropes to the gym ceiling, has the biggest and sweetest heart and the gentlest touch I ever knew." Betty replied. "What does she do with all that?" Penelope asked. "She applies herself passionately to *every* aspect of her life. She teaches where I do." Betty said. "Public school?" Penelope asked, startled. "Yup, I've heard her turn down offers for a lot more money -like triple her salary- for her to follow her talents at science. She'd rather help guide the next generation of students than the next generation of computers." Betty said. "The other thing she is.... is good for *you*." Penelope said. "Don't I know it. Yeah, she's been like a dream come true for me." Betty said. "I've never seen you this way before." Penelope said, softly. "You've never seen me in love before." Betty said. "*Love?* No, you never mentioned the word before." Penelope said, quietly as there were others about. "You *will* come to dinner, won't you? I'd love for you to see the house before we get it all torn up again." Betty said. "Torn up?" Penelope asked. "A little construction on an addition. I can't explain it right now." Betty said. "Oh... I don't know. You don't have to do that." Penelope said. "Penelope, there are few people on this planet that I would like to see in my home. You are one of them." Betty said. Penelope seemed a bit uncomfortable. She wasn't used to such intimate honesty at such gatherings. In fact, no where. "Who would be there?" Penelope asked. "Probably Denise, Jenny and two others. Not a single shark among them." Betty said. "Oh? Denise was holding her own against Oscar earlier. Jenny wasn't doing badly either." Penelope said. "I briefed them. Or I briefed Denise and she briefed Jenny. But I think either would do fine anyway. But they aren't sharks. It's not in either's nature. They were just defending themselves." Betty said. ------------------------ Jenny used the facilities to her great relief, then waited while Denise did the same. She was about to step out when Denise caught her and pulled her into an embrace. "Now, a real answer. How are you holding up?" she asked. "I'm doing fine. You were right about the shark infested waters though. Why would Betty's parents invite such *nasty* people?" Jenny asked. "Politics and habit I think. But I think her mother thrives on it. You saw her, she's in her element." Denise said. "Yeah, I guess. How are you doing?" Jenny asked. "I'm doing fine. Betty briefed me well. I just generally avoid those that she warned us about. But I could have spotted them anyway. Penelope's great though. I can see Betty's interest in her." Denise said. "Yeah... I guess we'd better get back." Jenny said. "In a moment... my love." Denise said, moving to find her lips. The kiss was long and satisfying for both of them. Jenny felt the blood rush to her cheeks and her knees felt weak when Denise finally released her. "Thank you.... I've been needing that." Jenny said, a bit hoarsely. "So have I.... let me see your lipstick.... We better fix them. Mine probably looks the same." Denise said, moving to the mirror. They fixed their lipstick. Both of their lips looked a shade different than they had, kind of a mix between their two colors. Finally Denise guided Jenny back to the party. Both much relieved in several ways. They found Betty and Penelope in much the same spot. "Denise, would you please inform Penelope of the sincerity of your invitation to dinner?" Betty said. "I don't know I could fully do that *here*..... But I wasn't just being kind, as she seems to think I am. I think we could offer her a very pleasant time. More casual as well if she would like, though she looks quite stunning dressed as she is. We could have a jeans night or a full on formal at her preference. I would honestly enjoy her company and I know you would too." Denise replied. "Alright, I'd like that. My preference would be a bit more casual. Just pick a time and let me know." Penelope said. "I know just the time. Cindy's birthday is on the tenth of next month. If you and Jenny could come then that would be great." Denise suggested. "Count me in, I quite like Cindy." Jenny said. "Yes... that sounds like fun.... Who's Cindy?" Penelope asked. "One of our students and a very dear friend. You'd like her. She's much like we were when we were younger." Betty said. "Sure, it sounds fun. I'll leave you my number so you can give me a call." Penelope said. "Oh no, so we can play phone tag and miss connections? Now you've said yes and I'm holding you to it. I will supply you with the address before you leave this evening and you just be there." Betty chuckled. "I think you know me too well, Betty." Penelope chuckled. "I just know the way you work. I've seen you side step an invitation before. But this is not the same as those parties, I guarantee it." Betty said, "Denise, would you hold her hostage while I go write down the address?" she asked. "With pleasure. If she makes a move then Jenny can trip her and I'll sit on her." Denise chuckled. "Don't let her fool you Penelope... As lovely and delicate as she looks right now, she climbed almost three hundred feet of rope in one day. So she's quite capable and she'd *really* do it. I'll be right back." Betty said, heading off. "You don't have to do this. I don't know if I'm really up to a school girls party." Penelope said. "I think you will find both Cindy and Andrea pleasantly mature for their ages. Much more mature than some of the people here, and much more pleasant to be around as well. If you can handle this gathering then ours will be a joy." Denise said. "Maybe I should go powder my nose." Penelope said. "Get ready to trip her Jenny. She's not to get away before Betty gets back. If she really *has* to go before that, then we will honor guard her there and back." Denise said, telling Penelope with her look that she really meant it. "I'm with you." Jenny said. Penelope looked startled. "You'd really do it, wouldn't you." she asked. "Yup!" Denise replied. "Create a scene like that at her parents party?" Penelope asked. "Yup, in a heartbeat. Betty has requested it. She knew I would take her seriously. She's quite aware I would. If she's not worried about it, I'm not either." Denise said. Penelope suddenly smiled and laughed like fine crystal. "Alright, I am your willing prisoner until her return. But I hope she hurry's. I really do have to go." she said. "We would be happy to escort you." Denise offered. "No, I can manage. So tell me about this rope business." Penelope asked. Denise told her about her showing her class how to climb a rope and Betty's request that she show her students too. Penelope looked at her with renewed respect. Betty returned and handed her a slip of paper. "Read it now and then go put it in a safe place. I will accept no excuses. If you don't show we'll come looking for you." she said. "You really have seen me work before." Penelope chuckled, reading the address. "Yup. I know all your moves." Betty said. "A Penelope hunt.... What a wonderful adventure for a birthday party." Denise commented. Penelope smiled. "I'll be there. You have my word." she said, "Now if you'll excuse me I will go put this in my purse and powder my nose." she said, slipping away. "Should we follow her?" Denise asked. "No, I trust her word. She doesn't give it lightly." Betty said. "She really is a joy, isn't she." Denise said. "Yes... I've thought so for a long time." Betty said, distantly. Denise and Jenny shared a knowing look for a moment. Betty's mother swept up then, as if on air slippers. "I've been hoping to catch you and remind you of your promise to come by for tea, Denise." she said. Denise blushed. "My apologies. Life has been a bit hectic of late. But soon, I promise." she said. "She really has been busy, mother. But I will remind her when things settle down a bit." Betty said. "And this lovely creature here, Jenny isn't it? I'm so bad on names." her mother said. "Yes, it's Jenny, Mrs. Hart." Jenny said. "Oh, please, call me Dorothy. And what do you do, Jenny? Have you known Betty long?" Dorothy asked. "No, not long. I've known Denise for several years. I met Betty through her. I'm a psychologist. I have a small counseling office here in town." Jenny replied. "A psychologist? How wonderful. I shall have to watch myself around you." Dorothy said. "Oh please don't. I'm not working at the moment." Jenny chuckled. "You can't fool me. Psychologists are *always* working. This party must seem a playground for you." Dorothy chuckled. "It has been interesting. The dinner was delightful. I thank you for letting me come." Jenny said. "I'm always interested in meeting Betty's friends. Lately she's been most pleasantly surprising in her choices. Not that she brought many other friends here before. In fact not since she was a teenager." Dorothy said. "I didn't have any friends I cared enough about to bring by in between." Betty said. "Well you have some nice ones now. How did you happen to meet Jenny, Denise? Professionally?" Dorothy asked. "Okay, mother. That's enough of that." Betty said. "No, I don't mind. Yes, professionally. I had some problems when I was in college. Jenny helped me put my life back together. She's been a dear friend ever since." Denise replied. "I thank you for your trust. I didn't mean to pry." Dorothy said. "No problem. I'm not the least bit ashamed of having been a victim. Jenny helped me see that I wasn't the one with the problem." Denise said. "Yes, well I'm glad she did that. I'm glad to have you around to be my daughters friend. She's much happier through her association with you. In fact she's been downright bubbly lately." Dorothy said, "Now you promised to come by so I hope to see you soon. I really must go separate some people I see over there. Bye." she said. It was like a breeze had passed through on it's way elsewhere as Dorothy floated away on her air slippers. "Sorry about that. She means well." Betty said. "No problem. She's just concerned over you. I don't blame her a bit for that." Denise said. "Well, now she's talked to us all, once Daddy does the same. we can slip away. Probably in a half hour or so." Betty said, sipping at her drink. "That's fine. I'm having a good time. I had a pleasant meal, I've got lovely company and very nice champagne. I take it this is the good stuff you mentioned?" Denise asked. "Not bad. A pleasant domestic. About half again what the one we had the other night cost." Betty replied. "Goodness, this party must have cost a fortune." Denise said. "*One* does not ask, one simply assumes one is worth it. Which you both certainly are." Betty chuckled, making a mental note to snag a bottle of the *good stuff* for later. "Penelope is nice." Jenny said. "Yes, that she is." Betty said, getting a distantly look again. Again Denise and Jenny shared a knowing look. "I guess I should circulate. I'm due for a return stop myself. If you'll excuse me." Betty said, slipping off. "I'm a bit surprised, Betty's hiding what she really feels from herself." Jenny said. Denise smiled at her. "I thought you weren't working." she chuckled. "Not so hard to see that." Jenny said. Something about the way she said it made Denise look at her. "You need not worry about me, love. I'm well aware of her symptoms and I feel quite secure in my relationship with her." Denise said. "Just looking out for those I love." Jenny said, grinning. "As am I. You missed my conversation with Penelope before you came up. The symptoms are reciprocal. That's why I invited her to dinner." Denise said. "Testing things?" Jenny asked. "Not at all. No more than she was testing me when she suggested inviting you here. Betty and I are permanent. Whatever other relations we may have are in addition to that and aren't precluded by it." Denise said. "I guess I'm the rookie here. The one that's new to that concept." Jenny said, insecurely. "Fear not, your position in my life is secure as well. Shall we circulate?" Denise asked. Jenny smiled at her and nodded. "Denise! How good to see you here today. How's the teaching business?" Betty's father asked, jovially. "Thank you, good to see you again, Mr. Hart. The teaching is going well. I start teaching the computer class next term. I've been working on my course materials all week." Denise replied. "Please, call me Ben. I'd could probably benefit from that course. I don't even know how to turn one on." Ben replied. "Well, I don't think you'd care much for being surrounded by junior high students, Ben. But there are some excellent courses available through the division of continuing education." Denise suggested. "Yes, but I'm a bit weary of the learning curve through that path. Any chance you would be interested in tutoring me privately?" he asked. "Oh, that's very flattering. Certainly...but I won't have a lot of time available for a while. Perhaps around the later part of January?" Denise asked. "That would be fine. I'd certainly make it worth your time though. Say two hundred an hour?" he offered. "No... I know you can afford that, but I would not feel comfortable accepting that. I will be happy to teach you for free." Denise said. "I won't accept that. Your time is valuable to you too. If you don't have much of it, then what you have is even more valuable to you." Ben said. "Alright. Then I will charge you what I feel is a reasonable fee based upon the time it takes and the value you gain from the effectiveness of the lessons. Do you have a computer?" she asked. "No, but that is not a problem. I can get one whenever you are ready to teach me." he said. "Well, I'll help you pick one out. I set up a very nice system for Betty that you might be interested in and I'm developing software that I think would be conducive to how I perceive your business style, based upon how I've seen you working today." Denise said. "Working? Today?" Ben asked, innocently. Denise smiled and chuckled. "Fully eighty percent of your guests are business related. You've talked to all of them. You are keeping all that was said in your head. You may dictate what you remember later, but yes, business today." Denise said. "And how would a computer help that? I'd still have to dictate. Even a laptop wouldn't work in this environment." Ben said. "No, but what they call a *palm-top* would. A little folder not much thicker than a wallet that would fit unseen in your breast pocket. You could make notes in your own handwriting, which it would recognize and convert into text for you. All you'd have to do to update your main system would be to place the palm-top in a cradle next to it. At the same time it would download an updated appointment schedule and any pertinent E- mail your staff felt you should be aware of." Denise suggested. "Goodness, I never knew such things existed. If you could set me up such a system, then I could guarantee as many consultant referrals as you wished to accept." Ben said. "I will be happy to set up such a system for you... I never considered consulting before. I'm pretty possessive of my time off. To spend with Betty for one." she replied. "Yes... and I'm quite glad of that. You've had a remarkable influence upon her. I haven't seen her this happy since she was a child...... And who is that other lovely creature you brought with you? Jenny I guess her name is." Ben asked. "Jenny is a counselor friend from my college days. A friend of mine. Her boyfriend is out of town for a while and Betty suggested I invite her." Denise said. "She certainly is lovely. I've had several inquiries tonight over who she was. You say she is a counselor? What type of counselor?" he asked. "A psychologist.. A very good one, actually. I was the victim of a manipulative relationship in college. Jenny helped me put my life back on track afterwards. She's been my dear friend ever since." Denise explained, saving him the question. "You seem very open about that." Ben said. "Why not? As I was telling your wife earlier; I feel not the least bit ashamed over having been a victim." Denise said. "I'm glad, that's a very positive attitude to take. I'm sorry that had to happen to you, though." Ben said. "Oh, I don't know. I'd very much like to thank that person for several things." Denise said. "What?" Ben asked, clearly puzzled. "It was that person who introduced me to my present life style. And had they not done what they did then, I would not have been open to current relationships which are exceptionally rewarding." Denise answered cryptically, as others were about. Ben grinned and nodded in understanding. "It was good of you to come today. And thank you for being such a good friend to my daughter." he said. "Thank you for having us. And I find our friendship quite beyond any reward I could ever deserve." Denise replied. Ben smiled at her again and squoze her hand before he was shanghaied by a waiting business acquaintance. Denise sipped at her drink and smiled to herself. "You seem like a girl with a secret? Can I guess what it is?" a voice asked. Denise turned to face Penelope's brother Oscar. "I guess you are free to speculate all you wish. However I feel no compulsion to verify or deny any of your speculations." she said. "Not hard to guess.... Association with an heiress. A foot up in life?" Oscar chuckled. "My association began before I was aware she was an heiress and I need no foot anywhere, but I can think of a good place for one. Now if you will excuse me, I feel a pressing need to powder my nose." Denise said, turning and leaving him there. Oscar frowned after her. Betty caught her mother and pulled her off to the side. "That little investment I was interested in.... I'd like to go ahead with it." she said. "Really... and what about ...... " her mother started and faltered. "I have the utmost confidence... and a plan." Betty said. "You're sure? It's not a small investment." her mother asked. "Yes, quite sure." Betty said. "Alright dear, I'll pass that on to your father..... What about this other person? Is that likely to affect things?" her mother asked. "Not in the least. She's a friend." Betty replied. "Perhaps... I've seen less hungry looks on a starving man though." her mother said. "I have no worry over the situation. None at all." Betty said. "Alright dear... I hope you know what you are doing." her mother said. Betty hugged her and kissed her cheek before she slipped away. Her mother watched go, thoughtfully. Until she'd met Denise, Betty seldom hugged or kissed her. Betty snagged her father and asked if she could take a couple of bottles of champagne. He nodded, hugged her and then turned back to business. Betty kissed his cheek and slipped away. He found himself looking after her too. Smiling. Betty passed through the kitchen down to the wine cellar and picked two bottles of champagne then took them out and put them in her trunk. Then she went back to the party to seek out her friends. While she was looking, Penelope came by. "I quite like your friends. Especially Denise. It was nice of her to invite me.... Do you really want me to come?" she asked. Betty looked at her in exasperation. "Yes, I really want you to come. I don't know what ever gave you the impression you wouldn't be welcome... I thought we'd been friends for years." Betty said, finding herself gazing into Penelope's eyes. "We are friends.. I've always liked you.... I've always admired you. You were... *different*. I'm not." Penelope said, dropping her eyes. "I think you are. And I want you to come... *Please?*" Betty asked. "Alright, I'll be there. What time?" Penelope asked. "Lets say dinner at eight... so Seven-thirty to give you time to get aquatinted." Betty said. "I'll be there." Penelope said. She seemed a bit misty eyed, she slipped off without another word. Betty looking after her. Denise and Jenny came up and stood beside her. Denise laid her hand gently on her shoulder. "So... Is she coming to the party?" she asked. Betty seemed not to hear her for a moment, then nodded. "Great. So you about ready to leave?" Denise asked. "Yes.... Lets swing by and say good-bye to my folks on the way out." Betty said, distantly. Dorothy made Denise promise to come for tea again and Ben hugged her around the shoulders. Dorothy insisted they take a large package of turkey breast that she had a servant rush off to package and deliver before they got out the door. As Betty was so distant, Denise drove. "Do you want to talk about it?" Denise asked Betty. "About what?" Betty asked. "About you and Penelope." Denise replied. "What about us?" Betty asked. "About you being *in love* with her." Denise said. "Huh? What are you talking about? We're just friends.... we hardly ever see each other even." Betty said. "Maybe so. But I've seen that look on your face before." Denise said, chuckling. "Really, we're just friends." Betty said, "She's into guys...*Boy-toys* she calls them." "Should we be talking about this in the car?" Jenny asked, pointedly. "The cars safe.... Denise swept it with some of her gizmo's." Betty said. "Did you pull the bugs out?" Jenny asked. "No, I left them in..... I just squirted a little salt water into them. They don't work so well anymore.... like not at all." Denise chuckled. "Why didn't you just pull them out?" Jenny asked. "In case they try to recover them. They are just where they left them. They just quit working." Denise said. "Won't they realize they've been tampered with?" Jenny asked. "Nope.... They use salt on the roads here to help clear them. You drive through a puddle it's likely to be very salty water. If they open them up to see why they don't work, then they will figure they just got splashed in a puddle." Denise said. "So... Back to Penelope... Like I said, she's into guys." Betty said. "Gee, that reminds me of someone else we know." Denise said, lightly drawing her fingers up the inside of Jenny's leg. Jenny giggled a bit, but felt her face flush. "No really. She's into guys. Devoted to being a heterosexual." Betty said. "So was I.... Before someone quite lovely came along and kissed me." Jenny said. "And... you're into guys too... or at least want to be. I'm referring to Bobby. You're downright dripping over him, yet that does not preclude you from almost raping me every time after you've been around him." Denise chuckled. "Besides... Even if she wasn't into you -which I'm not so sure of- you still love *her*." Jenny said. "Why would I be into her?" Betty asked. "*You mean besides her being a knock-em-dead tall, sexy blonde who happens to be brilliant and share many of your attributes such as honesty, kindness, caring, generosity and ethics. Not to mention has great hooters and a nice ass?* As you all were so kind as to point out to me about Jenny -exactly- with the exception of hair color." Denise teased. "They said that about me?" Jenny asked, blushing. "Yes love, you are all of that, and then some." Denise said, her fingers teasing Jenny where they had stopped their accent. "But Penelope and I have known each other for years." Betty argued. "And Jenny and I have known each other for years." Denise said. "But you've always been hot for Jenny. Penelope's just been a bud. I never thought of her that way... I don't think." Betty said. "What a shame... I'd hate to see her disappointed. Cause she's got it bad for you." Denise said. "Penelope desires *me*?" Betty asked, doubtfully. "What would be your assessment, Jenny?" Denise asked. "From what I saw, yes there is a definite attraction there... from both sides." Jenny replied. "*Me and Penelope*?" Betty mused, softly, as if testing the concept. Denise chuckled and tripped the gate control. It swung open and Denise pulled in and parked. Betty tripped the trunk release as she got out. She pulled a big bag out of the trunk as Denise used her laptop to clear the alarm system. Then they stepped inside the house. "Excuse me just one moment, Jenny." Denise said, pulling Betty into her arms and kissing her deeply. Jenny found herself flushing from the sight and feeling insecure, she turned her head away, then turned back and gently pulled the bag from Betty's arms. The two of them continued to kiss hungrily as Jenny carried the bag to the kitchen. She looked inside and saw two bottles of champagne and the package of turkey and other foods. Not knowing what to do, she put them all into the refrigerator. "That was for two reasons, one to remind you how much I love you, and second to let you know how much Penelope affected you." Denise said, when she finally let up. "I think the affect was all from reason number one." Betty said, a bit breathless. "Believe what you will.... Excuse me. I have someone else who feels a bit insecure at the moment." Denise said, releasing her. Denise moved into the kitchen and walked up to Jenny. Without prelude she swept her into her arms and pulled her to her. "Sorry, love. Squatters rights, so she got first kiss. She also happened to need it very much at the moment... as you do now. Now... Do you know just how ravishing you look today?" Denise asked, holding her firmly in her arms. Jenny quivered a bit inside and kind of gulped. Denise was holding her eyes at point blank range. Jenny felt like they were miles deep and she was falling into the abyss. She had no resistance at all in her when Denise pulled her into a deep, soft kiss that seemed to last a century and ended way too soon. The quivering got much worse. Betty put a match to the fire, adjusted the flue and then made her way upstairs to change. She came down in her jogging outfit to find Jenny sitting on Denise's lap, snuggled against her like a child. Seeming to quiver a bit. She bent and kissed Denise softly, then Jenny, who seemed to quiver all the more. "I've got to go now to catch Bobby for our run. Then I think I will visit for a while with the Billings. You two have a lovely time. Dance, enjoy each others company and being close together. I'll be back later this evening. I love you." Betty said, repeating her kisses. Denise held hers longer. "Thanks love. But you don't have to run off on our account." she said. "No... I'll be happy to join you later if you would like my company. But the first time should be one-on-one intimate. *Special* as this lovely lady so richly deserves." Betty said. "Thank you, love. I love you." Denise said. "I love you too. Now I've got to run. Have fun. Bye now." Betty said, running off. Jenny quivered against Denise. "She really is quite a lady, isn't she." she said. "Yes... I just love her to pieces." Denise said. "She really doesn't mind, does she. I mean... she seemed very calm." Jenny said. "Oh... she's not as unaffected as she portrays. But she's not relationship threatening or even grounds for serious argument affected. She does feel a minor bit of insecurity which will pass quickly should you choose to have her join us later..... But she had an excellent idea. I'll put on our traditional *first dance* music if you would do me the honor?" Denise asked. Jenny kind of shivered and nodded, sliding off her lap. Denise put on the CD and programmed the playing order from memory. At the first sounds of *Willow Weep for Me* she turned to Jenny, opening her arms to her. Jenny moved into them as if in a trance. Denise enfolded her waist with her arm and pulled her hips against hers as they began to sway to the music. Gazing into each others eyes. Denise found herself quivering a bit to have the object of her long time desire in her arms. Warm and sensual. "You really do look quite lovely in that dress. You didn't disappoint me one bit when you said you had an outfit designed to convert the Pope to debauchery. I don't know how the Pope would react, but my blood is racing." Denise said, softly. Jenny quivered in her arms and snuggled to her as they swayed together. "Thank you... You look quite stunning in that one as well.... You've got me feeling like a school girl in your arms... I am putty to your touch." Jenny said, next to her ear. Denise pulled her head back just enough to get a good bead on Jenny's lips. Jenny's eyes closed as Denise closed the gap between them. Jenny abandon herself to the feeling of the moment as their lips met. Internally she was a mass of physical contradictions. She was shivering and yet her blood seemed to boil in her veins from her desire. Her breath came heavy in her breast and she moaned softly in delight as Denise kissed her deeply. Denise's tongue sought hers out and they swirled together sensually. Her lips pressed full and warm atop hers. She was aware of every square centimeter of contact between their bodies. Suddenly her abdomen contracted and a moaning cry escaped her through her nose as Denise didn't let up a bit on the kiss. Jenny felt strong arms of support holding her firmly as Denise ended the kiss as sensually as she had started it. They still swayed to the music. "I've never felt like this before... not with anyone. I feel if you don't take me to bed this instant that I will explode." Jenny gasped. Denise smiled at her as the song ended. She released her and bent and unfastened her heels and stepped out of them. "Forgive me, but you've got my legs so uncertain I don't dare try to negotiate the stairs in heels." Denise said, huskily. With that, she lifted Jenny off the floor into her arms. Jenny was surprised but elated as Denise carried her up the stairs. The music played on without them. Denise lay Jenny gently upon the bed and then stepped back. She slowly lifted her dress over her head and cast it aside. Beneath she wore lacy transparent lingerie. Denise unfastened the center closure on her bra and pulled it back to reveal her large breasts. Her nipples erect and prominent upon them. Jenny found her eyes transfixed upon them. She gulped a bit. Denise lifted her leg up onto the bed next to Jenny and waited. It took a moment for Jenny to realized what Denise was waiting for. She shakily lifted her hands to unsnap her garter and then to peeled the stocking sensually down off her leg. Reveling in the touch of the soft skin over the shapely firm leg. The stocking got tossed to the pile that had started with Denise's dress and bra. Then Denise lifted the other leg and Jenny repeated the action. Now Denise stepped back and hooked her thumbs in both the garter belt and her panties at the same time. She lowered them slowly just before Jenny's eyes. Jenny felt she would burst inside as she waited in anticipation for Denise to reveal her pubic area. When she saw this close how neatly trimmed and shaved it was she felt herself quivering almost uncontrollably. Her face felt hot and her breath was rapid and deep. Denise held her hand out to her and Jenny moved in a trance to take it and be led off the bed. Denise pulled Jenny to her nude body and kissed her as her hands started to lift her dress. When the hem was high enough, she reached beneath it and cupped Jenny's ass cheeks in her hands, playing her fingers softly in the edges of her panties. Then one hand moved up her back and lowered the zipper on her dress. In one movement she stepped back just far enough that the dress suddenly fell from Jenny in one motion. Denise's hands moved up to cup her breasts and find the front closure on her bra. "I've dreamed about this moment for a long time. The moment when I reveal your large, firm breasts and we move skin to skin together. Feeling our nipples move together to dance and kiss each other." Denise said, opening the center clasp. Jenny felt herself moaning softly as her bra pulled away to reveal her breasts. "My, what lovely breasts. My favorite kind of nipple too. Sort of a puffy large aereola with clear delineation between the segments. The ends very large and erect in excitement." Denise said, softly, admiring the sight as she softly touched them. Jenny quivered under her touch and a soft moan escaped her lips. Then Denise pulled her to her and Jenny thought she would die of pleasure as their breasts met and pressed together. Denise moved her upper body so that the nipples played sensually over each other. At the same time she pulled Jenny into another deep kiss. Something seemed to change inside Jenny at that moment. She suddenly became aware of Denise's fragile state which was not unlike her own. At that moment she felt both afraid and powerful. She found herself walking Denise back to the bed as they kissed. She continued to walk her back until Denise was forced onto the bed. Then Jenny pushed her back as she broke the kiss. Jenny instinctively knew what to do as she became fully aware of Denise's nude body laying upon the bed... as it had looked in the video segment she had watched time and again to excite herself. It had much the same effect now as she lifted her leg up onto the bed as Denise had done to her. Denise reached up with shaky fingers and unfastened the garter snaps one at a time, then slowly drew the stocking down over the leg. Feeling the silky smooth shaved surface beneath. Her eyes locked upon Jenny's, who moaned softly in response to her touch. Then Jenny lifted the other leg and Denise repeated the same slow sensual action. The stockings abandon next to the bed. The shoes removed as Denise reached the end of stroke for each leg. Now Jenny stood next to the bed and repeated Denise's actions as she hooked her thumbs in both her garter belt and lacy panties. She began to sensually rock her hips side to side as she worked her panties down. Denise waiting in heated anticipation of the first view of Jenny's pubic patch. She wasn't disappointed as Jenny had trimmed herself to match Denise in the video. Denise was greeted by a neatly trimmed Auburn patch of hair that made her mouth water in anticipation. Jenny pushed her panties and garter all the way to the floor and stepped out of them. Denise moved off the bed and stood facing Jenny. They each let their eyes drink in the vision before them as they seemed to gravitate toward each other. When their bodies met it was as if an electric shock passed through them both. They met skin to skin for a full standing embrace. Their fingers tracing softly over each others bodies. The embrace got tighter as they pressed their naked flesh together, abandon to the sensual bliss. "I have desired this since that first day when our eyes met in the hospital so many years ago. You are a dream come true in my arms." Denise said, tears springing from her eyes. "So have I, but it took your kiss to awaken the realization of my desire. Now you have awakened the sleeping giant. I am yours to touch and teach the meaning of love. I am abandon to your power over my heart. I desire you with all my being. My soul quivers for your touch. I am yours." Jenny said, matching her tears. Their lips met softly at first. Just barely touching. The kiss was sweet and tender, but their passion grew like gasoline on a fire. The kiss deepened and they both tipped into a slow motion fall onto the bed, their lips locked together. They dragged each other up onto the bed as their legs wrapped around each other. Both trembling in desire as fingers touched each other here and there and there. Their kisses hungry and deep. Their passion hot and frenzied. Something awoke in Denise as she realized she was the teacher once more. She gently guided Jenny to their first blissful orgasmic union. When it struck it took both of them like a tidal wave and they emptied their lungs in an impassioned cry... it was but the first of many to follow. Denise discovered Jenny had interesting attributes as well, while not as large as Betty's, Jenny's clitoris was still quite large and very, *very* sensitive. The muskiness of her womanhood filled Denise's senses as she teased the area with her lips and tongue, guiding Jenny to the edge and keeping her there for a seeming century. When her tongue delved between the extended labial lips Jenny moaned deeply in sensual bliss. At the first touch of the warm tongue upon her clitoris Jenny went off like a stick of dynamite. She kept going off again and again as her whole body convulsed in deep repeated orgasms. Then Jenny moved to repeat Denise's actions upon her. Kissing down her neck and following the perfumed trail down over her breasts and abdomen. Finding the trail again inside her hip bones and following it down the natural valleys to either side. She moved side to side bouncing back and forth between the valleys as she descended. Then Denise drew her legs up and Jenny moved between them. She examined the area closely in real time. Her body trembling in memory of how she had frozen the TV image and studied the area visually. It in no way compared to the experience of being there and experiencing the spicy aroma and the impassioned sound of Denise's heavy breath. Jenny kissed along Denise's inner thigh and teased herself as much as Denise as she snuck up on the central area. Denise's natural perfume a lure to her ultimate destination. Her fingers spread Denise's labia and her tongue descended for her first taste of another woman's essence. Jenny did her best to repeat Denise's slow build up, but Denise kept going off anyway. So Jenny just abandon herself to the flavor and feeling of power she felt every time Denise went off. Finally she learned to feel her muscle tone and to back off just a bit when she felt the tension get too close to release. In the meantime she delved her fingers between Denise's labia and inside her for her first feel of another woman's inside. Letting the fingers experience the slickness and silky smooth walls of the vagina. She was delighted when she felt the internal response to an orgasm as her fingers were alternately gripped hard and then the vagina ballooned out away from them only to grip them once more. Denise pulled Jenny's hips around atop her and they both moved to please each other continuously for the next hour or more. Finally they lay snuggled, blissfully satiated. Their bodies glistening in with perspiration. They softly kissed and caressed each other as they cooled once more. "I never knew it could feel like this." Jenny said softly, feeling the love rushes randomly surging through her body . "I love you." Denise replied. "I love you... more than anyone on earth." Jenny said, tears in her eyes. "What of Jake?" Denise asked. Jenny hugged her and sort of sighed. "What I feel for Jake.... is *devotion*. We have been together for years now and I am totally devoted to him. But he has never made me feel as you have just done. Not even close. Even in our longest, deepest, most impassioned sessions. At most he has given me three orgasms in a session. You passed that in the first five minutes. He has never left me feeling as I do now in your arms. I will love him forever and desire to remain with him.... but you are the source of my passion and my savior from it. You are my deepest love. My soul is wed to you." she replied. Denise lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly in response. Then she tenderly caressed Jenny's skin for a long time as they continued to cool. "You possess a wonderful attribute. Which can give you use, as a *tool,* to feel the same with Jake as you do with me. I refer to your large clitoris. It is not as large as Betty's, but it is very sensitive. Let me show you. I am nowhere as good at this as Betty is, she could teach you much better. But I think you will enjoy this very much. Keep your eyes locked to mine as long as you can." Denise said, moving over Jenny and between her legs. Jenny was at once thrilled and overwhelmed by what she felt as Denise began to move her hips atop hers. She guided the motions so that their clitorises rubbed together. Shifting the angles a bit so that it rubbed first on one side and then the other. Denise kissed her deeply once more and then leaned back and grasped her gaze with her eyes. She held it mercilessly as she drove them to a mutually devastating orgasm. She didn't stop with one. Driving her again and again until one arrived that seemed to combine all that they had felt on every other one all at once. They both emptied their lungs in an animalistic cry as Denise collapsed atop her. Panting for breath. She went to roll off and Jenny wrapped her arms and legs around her and held her there strongly as she fought for her own breath. Jenny's body seemed to shiver and quake randomly. Odd waves of goose bumps arose and ran in rivulets over her skin. She felt like she never had before. She had entered a new realm of passion that she was totally alien to. Inside she floated in a blissful misty white fog of limbo. She seemed light as a feather and felt she would float away had she not held Denise atop her. From a long ways away she heard a voice. Soft and tender and kind: "I love you." it said. Jenny fought for the way to respond. Slowly the technique of speech returned to her and she found the words escaping her lips: "I will love you till the day I die." She finally let Denise roll off of her, but she still clung to her like a child to it's mothers legs. "This has been with you always. It is the gift of your womanhood. It is a tool for you to feel with Jake what you do with me. Simply change the angle of his penetration so that he rubs you so. Move atop him and change it yourself. What you may experience with him may be even greater then you feel with me, as you may feel him inside you as you experience what we just did. Do not let him feel inadequacy because of our union, rather let him be enforced by it. Teach him what I have shown you and tell him what it means to you. Let him have the opportunity to feel joy over our union. That it has been not a wedge driven between you, but a tool to further bond yourselves. Talk to him. Tell him how you feel, what you desire, what you felt with me, how it was done. Let him see that he can make you feel more than I ever could as he can penetrate you while he stimulates your womanhood where I cannot. Tell him that the only thing that keeps him from pleasing you as I have, is knowledge and understanding. That you love him enough that you desire him to know that. That you will patiently teach him if he loves you enough that he desires to learn." Denise said. "I will.... But I will still desire and love you." Jenny said. "Fine... Wonderful in fact. But I will not take you in substitute for your love of Jake. I will only accept you in addition to that. I desire most to make your relationship with him stronger, not replace it. I love you too much to do that. Jake has been just as devoted to you as you have to him. It would be a great tragedy in your life to lose that. I would be hurt to the core to be the cause of that. It would interfere with our love and you would lose all." Denise said, tears in her eyes. "How did you become so wise?" Jenny asked, hugging her and kissing her tears away. "*You* taught me. We have come full circle where the master learns her own lessons from the student. Now we are free to love as equals." Denise said. Jenny sat back and realized what Denise was telling her. That she had told her to take a situation and apply understanding to it. To learn from it and use it to your further development. She was dumb struck by the realization. She snuggled again to Denise, reveling in the feel of her skin next to hers. "Thank you... You have shown me the true meaning of friendship." she said, softly. "Then you understand.... Now... how about a little snack. I need nourishment for my body as well as the nourishment you feed my soul.... but first. There is a ritual that we have... if you would desire to continue with our relationship?" Denise asked. "Oh yes. Please? What is it?" Jenny asked. "Sit up." Denise said, doing so herself. Jenny did and Denise directed her into the proper position. She looked into Jenny's eyes as she recited: "With these lips I thee wed for all time and eternity." and leaned to kiss her over her heart. Jenny had tears of joy in her eyes as she repeated the vow and the action. They hugged and kissed tenderly for a long time. "And now our souls are wed." Denise told her. Jenny nodded against her, quivering in her love. "Come on. You can wear Cindy's robe and slippers until we can get you a set." Denise said, guiding her off the bed. They didn't make it far as Jenny pulled her back into her arms and hugged her tightly. Remembering how she had felt just a few scant hours before. Denise understood and stood holding her tenderly for a long time. Softly kissing her neck and shoulders. Finally Jenny pulled back and smiled at her. They kissed once more and then Denise led her to the wardrobe and wrapped Cindy's robe about her. --------------------------- Betty closed her laptop and sat in her car a moment to compose herself. She had watched much of the encounter between her deepest love and her long time desire. Perhaps inspired by Denise. The thought had occurred to her on the way to Bobby's She had used the tools that Denise had provided her to take an image every few minutes and record them onto her computer. After her run and long visit with the Billings she had parked outside her home while she looked at the images in order of recording. The last images being downloaded as she watched the others. She knew the pair to now be in the kitchen. She trembled over the love she saw on each of their faces. Feeling insecure in her relationship with Denise because of it. She steeled herself and then went inside. Wearing a smile. "Hello, loves. Did you have a nice time?" she asked, as she removed her jacket and moved to join them in the kitchen. She was unprepared for what followed. It was Jenny who jumped to her feet and moved to her first. She swept Betty into her arms and hugged her tightly. "Thank you. I owe you a great debt for giving Denise the freedom to do this. Your generosity is priceless. For now I am almost whole." Jenny said, hugging her fiercely. "Almost?" Betty managed to ask, holding her against her. "Yes, almost. Denise has given me the tools to make my own relationships stronger. I will be fully whole when I see you two bond and know that you are still one. I do not desire to replace you in her life. I could never begin to do that. It would tear my heart out to do that and we would all lose. I desire most to be an addition to your love while making my relation with Jake stronger than ever." Jenny said, weeping softly. Betty could not fight the tears that sprang to her eyes. She pulled back her head and kissed Jenny tenderly. Denise was at their side, patiently waiting. When Jenny pulled back she was in her arms hugging and kissing her deeply. The orgasm took Betty without warning and left her weak and *whole*. Tears of joy poured down her cheeks as Denise held her firmly in her arms as she recovered. "Oh god... I feel so ashamed... I was so worried." Betty cried. "I know love. I know. I have no desire to *ever* replace your love. I could not do it. But you have no need of shame for honestly feeling what you do. My greatest reluctance in bedding Jenny was that I knew you would feel insecure over it. But Jenny is to me as our other loves. She is not a replacement. She is an addition. As Penelope will be for you." Denise said, softly. Betty found herself nodding against Denise. In that moment she loved her more than she ever had before. Denise kissed her tenderly and then guided her to a chair. "And now my love. A turkey sandwich?" Denise asked. "In a moment.... I must tell you. My shame was not from feeling.. it was from watching." Betty said, tears in her eyes. "Watching?" Denise asked, puzzled. "Yes... I used the tools you gave me... I recorded the whole thing on the computer using the camera's you installed. That's why I was so afraid... Because of the joy I saw you give each other." Betty said. Denise broke out laughing. Jenny smiled. Betty looked hurt and Denise suddenly cut off her laugh. "Forgive me love. I just found it amusing to be the victim of my own devises. I do not mind you observing us at all. My only sorrow is from the pain it caused you. But you have given us a great gift. For I can cut a CD for Jenny so she can have fond memories of her first time with a woman... If she desires it?" Denise asked. Jenny had tears in her eyes as she nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Please. I do not mind you watching, Betty. In fact I am greatly hoping to watch you and Denise and then be a part of it. Denise said you had much to teach me and I desire very deeply to learn it." Jenny said. "Me... What could I teach you that Denise could not?" Betty asked, tearfully. "How to use a special tool of womanhood. You see... Jenny has a larger than normal clitoris as well. You are the best teacher that she could ever find on how to properly use it to give herself and others the greatest pleasure." Denise said, smiling at her. Betty sat with her mouth open in shock. "You have an oversized clitoris?" she asked. "From what Denise has told me, not as wonderful as yours, but larger than most. Please, will you teach me?" Jenny asked. "I would be honored." Betty said, solemnly. "Great! Now, that settled. How about that turkey sandwich? Your mother has supplied us with what looks like all the breast meat from a whole turkey, plus side dishes. There is stuffing, ham, yams and a container of gravy. There is also a whole pumpkin pie." Denise said. "Yes.. I'd like that... but first I want to hug and kiss my dearest love." Betty said, pulling Denise onto her lap. Betty hugged her with all her might as tears of joy ran down her cheeks. Denise kissed at the tears and finally their mouths met and shared the salty flavor. Jenny had her own happy tears over seeing the union. Finally Betty kissed Denise softly and then released her. "I'd like that sandwich now." Betty said, and something special to go with it. As this is Jenny's first time with a woman... A little celebration is in order. One of those bottles of champagne. The *good* stuff." "That would be a lovely gesture. I'll make the sandwiches if you will open the bubbly." Denise said. "Have you named it yet?" Betty asked, suddenly. "No, I thought of it, but I thought the honor should be yours, as cousin to *Euneika*." Denise said, smiling. "Named it? *Euneika*?" Jenny asked, not understanding. "Your clitoris. Denise named mine after one of Sappho's girlfriends; *Euneika*, in honor of the unique nature of it. If you have not named your own then we will have a Christening with the champagne." Betty explained. "Oh, you wouldn't break a bottle of champagne over it?" Denise chuckled. "No, silly. But we can certainly toast to the naming... If Jenny so desires it?" Betty asked. Jenny seemed tearful. "Yes. I would be honored. It never occurred to me to name it. I would be honored if you would choose a name." Jenny said. "I have not seen it yet... or experienced it." Betty said. Denise looked at Jenny, who blushed a bit but moved to sit on the table in front of Betty. She pulled her robe aside and then spread her legs. Betty found herself looking hypnotically at the sight. Tears of joy sprung to her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She was no longer *alone*. She got to her feet. "If you will excuse me a moment, I will go change. I desire to show you mine." Betty said, heading for the stairs. "Well, that's an interesting reaction." Jenny said, thoughtfully, "I didn't expect to drive her away." "I don't know if you realize just how much you just gave her." Denise said, thoughtfully. "Huh? What did I give her?" Jenny asked, pulling her robe closed. "The comfort of the knowledge that she is not alone. All her life she has felt like a freak because of her unique attribute. When she was quite young she was teased about it by other girls. They teased her about it being a little cock and called her *Bob* behind her back. That's what drove her into athletics and made her so much a tom-boy. She felt masculine, so she acted masculine, or how she perceived masculine to be. Apparently I was the first to treat her as a woman. To tell her how her addition made her more of a woman, not less. That it wasn't a penis, that it served no purpose except to give her pleasure as a woman." Denise said. "How wonderful of you to help her see that. I know how she feels a bit. I was teased a little bit because of mine, but I was not so affected by it. Or I had not thought so. Your words are a comfort to me as well." Jenny said, tears in her eyes. Betty returned clad in her robe and slippers. She must have almost ripped her clothes off to change so quickly. She quickly moved to direct Jenny to a chair and then to sit on the table before her. She quivered as she pulled her robe aside and opened her robe. Jenny found herself with tears in her eyes as she looked spellbound at the large clitoris. "How *wonderful* for you. I share your joy that Denise has made us feel more a woman than we have ever felt before. Euneika is lovely. I look forward to feeling it upon mine. I will be truly honored to have you name mine." Jenny said. Betty had tears pouring from her eyes as she bent forward to tenderly kiss Jenny. "She's so adorable. Can we keep her?" she asked. "I think so. If she will use the knowledge we give her to strengthen her relationship with Jake. I would not wish to be the cause of their separation." Denise said. "Oh, you can count on that. I think Jake is going to be very pleasantly surprised when he gets back. I'm not going to let him out of bed for a week." Jenny chuckled. She looked back between Betty's legs. She quivered a bit inside. "May I...... kiss it?" she asked, hesitantly. "Yes, please. I'd like that very much. Then I'd like to kiss yours and name it." Betty said, huskily. Jenny bent forward and first kissed her to either side of Euneika. Letting her senses drink in and become accustomed to the fragrance of Betty's natural womanly aroma. Then she placed her lips atop Euneika and kissed it tenderly. The reaction took both women by surprise as the massive contraction gripped Betty's abdomen and she cried out in passion. Jenny did her best to ride it out, adding her tongue to her lips. Betty went off again like a roman candle. Jenny finally pulled back. Betty lay panting back on the table. Jenny tenderly touched her body with her fingertips. Caressing her, then pulled her down onto her lap and held her in her arms as she recovered. "You know, the men have a saying which is totally incorrect. They sat if you turn a woman upside down, then they all look alike. But I have never found any two that looked any more than vaguely similar. They are all as distinctly unique as faces. The only similarity is in the presence of the same parts. But the parts all look different. They all taste and smell differently too. Each has it's own unique flavor and aroma. I think of each like a unique bouquet, like a fine vintage wine that only occurs once in the life of a grape vine. I do not understand how anybody could tease anybody over being different when we are all different. Each of us distinctly unique in all the world." Denise said, smiling at her two loves. "She does this a lot. It's one of her favorite things to do to make me wet with desire for her. She does it to all of us. It's one of the many reasons why I love her so very dearly." Betty said, softly next to Jenny's ear. "Denise is the most lovable, easy to love and most worthy person to love that I ever met." Jenny agreed, kissing Betty's cheek softly, "I have no doubt she could make a Mother Superior wet." "Thank you, but as to that last part; I don't doubt that myself. If they never had sex then probably *anything* makes them wet." Denise chucked, finishing up the sandwiches and starting on the side dishes. "Alright. I have no doubt you could make the most jaded prostitute wet." Jenny said. "Now *that* is a compliment." Denise said, turning to reward her with a kiss. She shifted her focus a bit to the side and kissed Betty tenderly as well. "You know, it thrills my heart to see two of my deepest loves snuggled together so happily." she said, supplying a second round of kisses. "We need a very special name for Jenny's little something extra." Betty said, kissing Jenny's cheek. "How about the name of your first love?" Denise suggested, nuking the side dishes. "That would be you and I can't name it Denise, love. It would be too confusing. What were the names of Sappho's other girlfriends... Her *favorites?*" Betty asked. "Oh, lets see. If I can remember them all. Atthis, Anactoria, Mnasidika or 'Dika', Gongyla, Gyrinno, Hero, Praxinoa, Timas, Damoplyla who learned to write love songs in the Sapphic style and seems to have collected her own group of young women, then Euneika, whom you know about, Cydro, Telesippa, Megara, Anagora, Micca., Archeanassa, Pliestodike, Erinna, Brochea but she's iffy based upon a translation assertion and Irana was another possible name, but it could have meant '*Peace'* where it was used in the writings. Her favorites were Mnasidika, Gongyla, Euneika, Anactoria and Damoplyla. She also mentioned Praxinaoa quite a bit. She was quite touched by Timas, but she died very young and I think that would be inappropriate. We probably got the term 'Dike' from either Mnasidika whom she called 'Dika' or Pliestodike." Denise said. "How can you possibly remember all that?" Jenny asked. "I was quite touched by her writings. What little that remains of it. I read everything that I could get my hands on about her. So I ended up reading the names again and again." Denise replied, moving the sandwiches to separate plates and adding the side dishes from the microwave. "Hear one you liked? They all sound wonderfully exotic and magic to me." Jenny asked. "Yes... one of the iffy ones, actually. I quite like *Irana*. Because it can also mean *peace*... you've given me a sort of peace that I never felt before. It was a term used by Sappho, so it honors her. But I wish mainly to honor you. It's also easier to say than the others. I was mentally saying your name with each of the names as she said them. Irana has a nice ring with your name. Jenny Irana. Jenny the bearer of peace." Betty said. Jenny got misty eyed again and hugged Betty to her. "Yes, I like that." she said. "Irana it is then. We will have the christening for dessert." Betty said, kissing Jenny softly on her cheek. "Actually, Jenny has other body parts worthy of their own names. She has the most wonderful nipples atop her lovely breasts." Denise said, moving to serve the two women. "Well, I am quite looking forward to discovering every one of them after this meal." Betty said, kissing Jenny tenderly and then sliding off her lap. "You certainly do make a girl feel sexy." Jenny mused. "No, you *are* sexy. I just notice it and mention it." Denise said, kissing Jenny softly. "How could anybody not notice that?" Betty chuckled, moving to the fridge and extracting one of the bottles. She used a towel again after removing the leaded wrapper (on the good stuff.) She gently rocked the cork side to side beneath the towel until a soft *phfft* sound was heard. She got down three champagne glasses and poured the bubbly liquid into them. "That's the second time I've seen you open a champagne bottle like that. Why do it that way?" Denise asked. "Several reasons. One, sometimes the cork can come out quite violently. It could hurt somebody or break something. Second. It keeps the champagne from bubbling out of the bottle and causing a loss of the wonderful liquid. But the most important reason is that it changes the taste of the champagne if you let it fly. If you let the pressure off slowly, then it's less of a shock to the liquid. I guess the sudden pressure change fractures some chemical bond in the champagne or some such thing. I wouldn't have believed it myself had one of the staff not shown me at a party one night. He let one cork fly and poured a glass from that, then opened one like you just saw me do. The second bottle definitely tasted quite a bit better. Otherwise they were identical." Betty said. "I'll be. You learn something new everyday. I'll remember that." Denise said. "You mean I got to show you something about science you didn't know? This is grounds for celebration." Betty chuckled, moving a glass to the table for Jenny and Denise and then returning for hers. "You say this is the good stuff?" Denise asked, looking at her glass. "Other than certain bottles from 1929 from wineries in a very small area this is the best I know of. Those others are insanely priced and not that much better than this. Don't ask about the price of this, you *don't* want to know. It would just make you feel guilty for drinking it, which is the last thing I want. This is a very special occasion, which this champagne befits. One of our sisters has today learned the joy of another woman's love. I toast to that becoming." Betty said, lifting her glass and toasting to Jenny. They all clinked glasses, the fine crystal ringing like three bells. They sipped at their champagne. "Oh my... I had no idea." Denise said, looking at her glass. "Quite good, isn't it?" Betty chuckled. "I never tasted anything so good in my life.... except Denise and you." Jenny said, toasting to them. "Which is precisely what Denise was saying earlier. I am looking forward to your vintage much more than I would a whole cellar full of this or the 1929 vintage." Betty said, returning the toast. "Certainly makes a turkey sandwich taste great." Denise mused, taking another bite. "I think this would make anything taste great." Jenny said, trying the sandwich. "Yes, I was thinking how befitting it would be for your inauguration into woman to woman love. I didn't think of the christening until tonight. The other bottle in there is for Cindy's birthday party. I'll get another one for Andrea's and yours when they come.... when is yours anyway?" Betty asked Denise. "June 19th." Denise replied. "A Gemini, I should have known." Betty chuckled, "And yours, Jenny?" "I don't know... I was adopted." Jenny said, sadly. "You don't know? You mean you never celebrated your birthday?" Denise asked. "No.... It was hell getting drivers license's and such too." Jenny said. "Well that's intolerable as far as I'm concerned. We're going to pick a day and give you a party. What time of the year would you like it?" Denise asked. "Well, all I know was that I was born in the summertime." Jenny said. "June 21st." Denise said. "Why that day?" Betty asked. "Summer solstice. The longest day of the year. That puts you on the cusp of Gemini and Cancer. Which I think fits your personality. You are dualistic in your traits like a Gemini, but more sensitive and deep like a Cancer. Officially that's the day on which summer starts. So I think it fits all the criteria. I think a summer bash in honor of Jenny's birthday is in order." Denise said. "I concur. With presents for each of the years she's missed." Betty said. "What a great idea. Yes!" Denise said. Jenny had tears in her eyes when they looked over at her. "What's wrong, love?" Denise asked, taking her hand. Jenny pulled the hand to her lips and kissed it. "I just love you so much. But you don't need to give me all those presents. A small cake would be nice. I never had one before." Jenny said, weeping softly. "I don't recall asking you if you wanted us to give you all those presents.... How old are you anyway?" Denise asked. "Twenty-nine." Jenny replied, still weeping. "So thirty presents apiece, they are likely to be smaller presents. It's the idea that counts. But with the four of us at least... that's a hundred-twenty presents. And I'm sure that Jake will be interested in attending. So that makes it a hundred-fifty." Denise said. "Please... you really don't have to do that." Jenny wept. "Did you ask her and I missed it?" Denise asked Betty. "Nope." Betty said. "Hmmm Don't know where she got the impression. Well, here's the deal; We are having a party in honor of all your birthdays on June twenty-first. You can either show up and collect your presents, or we will divide them amongst ourselves and send you a lump of coal by parcel post." Denise chuckled. "But thirty presents apiece. It's not right. I didn't go to everybody else's birthday parties and give them presents. I can't accept it." Jenny cried. "I think she's right." Betty said, kicking Denise under the table. "You think so? Why?" Denise asked. "I think it would be a hardship on the girls to supply that many... I think we'll stick to the traditional one present per person format. At least she gets a birthday." Betty said, kicking Denise again to give her the message. Denise kicked her back in response. "I guess you're right... Alright, a traditional birthday it is." she said. "Thank you... You don't know what that means to me." Jenny said, softly. "Sure I do. What every one of my birthdays meant to me... all combined." Denise giggled. "The contractors will have the deck done by then. It will be a good break- in party for it." Betty said. "Hopefully, we should have some of the bedrooms done by then too. I hope so as Cindy and Andrea will be living with us by then." Denise mused. "That will work well. Lots of bedrooms for people to slip off to in private." Betty chuckled. "Oh... I don't know if I'm up to that kind of party." Jenny said. "Not to worry, love. Nobody is forcing anybody to do anything. I was just thinking of our own little harem, like Cindy and Andrea. The idea of slipping off alone and in private lets the party be a conventional one. You need not slip off with anybody if you don't feel like it." Betty said. "Oh... Okay. Actually, I wouldn't mind slipping off with any of you. I just don't know how Jake would handle that." Jenny said. "When is he due back?" Denise asked. "Saturday night." Jenny answered. "Perfect. Then you will have the option of getting aquatinted with Cindy and Andrea Friday night if you wish to. As Betty said, you need not. It is a matter of choice. But both of them have expressed an interest in you, so the decision is yours to make." Denise said. "I think I would like that very much... I like them both very much.... But that gets me into ethical questions. Both have been my patients. You have too, for that matter.... I guess Betty here is the only one of you who hasn't been." Jenny said. "More to my loss, I think." Betty chuckled. "Well, I don't wish to induce you into doing anything you feel is unethical. I'm sure the girls will understand if you decide against it. But I am certain that they would enjoy seeing you again. You can sleep in the guest room if you'd like as we all sleep together." Denise offered. "Thank you. I would like to see them both again." Jenny said. "I have a great idea, then. I'll have to clear it with Sally first, but I'm quite certain that she will go for it." Betty said. "There wasn't a subject in that sentence, love. But I would assume you were talking about Jenny having dinner at the Billings Friday night and meeting Bobby first hand?" Denise asked. "Yes.. You *are* quick." Betty mused. "Not so hard to figure that one. You mentioned Sally by name. I know about your Friday night dinner. There is the problem of what to do with Jenny while we go to our pre-scheduled dinners so she wouldn't be alone. I was at the same moment thinking about taking her off to Crowther's with me, but your idea makes more sense all around. Anyway, that was an easy decipher." Denise giggled. "You two communicate quite well together, as I don't have much of a clue what you are talking about unless you specifically name it, such as me having dinner with Betty at the Billings and meeting Bobby. But the other stuff is a mystery to me." Jenny said. "Oh... On Friday nights, we have standing dinner arrangements with the Crowther's and the Billings. Marge -Cindy's mother- made it a condition of me continuing to see Cindy. That if I am to be a member of their family -which they treat me as- then I am to sit down to family dinner with them every Friday night. Betty mentioned this to the Billings and they offered the same thing to her. It's actually worked out very well indeed as Sally -Mrs. Billings- talked to Betty about Andrea and her choice of lifestyle before Andrea ever worked up the nerve to talk to her parents about it. She never did in fact. They talked to *her* about it. The result was a sort of tacit approval of Andrea's relationship with us and Cindy. All clear?" Denise asked. "Clear enough... You lead the most interesting life I have ever encountered." Jenny chuckled. "Yes, she does. But it is her caring and love that has brought us all together. I guess you know that as well as anyone. Probably better than anyone else outside our family, with the possible exception of Marge who knows it all." Betty said. "Yes, I know about most all the aspects of your relationships... And Denise is the connecting factor. I'm exceptionally impressed with her as a psychologist. I think she understands it better than most professional psychologists, including me." Jenny said. "Not so. If I hadn't had the option to become involved with Cindy and Andrea, I wouldn't have had much of a clue how to handle their problems." Denise said. "Maybe, but you've been exceedingly successful in a very short period of time. You tackled two very hard cases and both are now blissfully happy. That just *doesn't happen* in psychology. Which makes me think we'd better go back and look at some of our foundation premises." Jenny said. "I don't think it would work. The way she handled both those cases was with a heart full of love. That's not something that you could teach to a psychologist in school." Betty said. "True... I guess you're right.... To an extent. Denise has helped me understand many of my patients better. But there again it's something that would be impossible to teach in college. She did it by showing me what it feels like to be seduced. I never knew that before." Jenny said. "Oh, come now. You were a virgin at one time. Somebody took that. Was that so different?" Denise asked. "Yes." Jenny giggled, "I seduced him. Which I don't think is the same thing at all. All I had to do was let him know I was willing and we went for it." she said. "So you've never been seduced before Denise? What about Jake? How did you two get together?" Betty asked.