Savant P16(FF,Mf sed, voy FFfFfFff)
Savant Part 16



Cindy dug into her drawers in the guest room and tossed Heather a pair of 
her panties. Then she donned a light robe and handed Heather her heavier 
one. The panties fit Heather perfectly. She looked downright sexy in 
them. Cindy half-moaned when she pulled her terry robe on and covered 
them up. 

"Let's get some coffee, love." Cindy said. 

Heather nodded and followed her into the kitchen. A full pot stood 
waiting for them, having been set up by Denise and Jenny before they 
retired. Cindy got down two mugs and poured one for her and Heather. 
Then she moved to sit on her lap as they sipped at them. Heather drank 
her coffee with a bit of creme and sugar, just exactly like Cindy did. 
Cindy looked up to see Andrea sprinting into the house wearing Candice's 
uniform shirt. 

"Morning love. Back in a minute." Andrea said, passing through. 

Cindy grinned at her as she headed for the guest room. She returned a 
moment later wearing some panties and a light robe. She carried another 
pair and her terry robe for Candice. She came by and snagged a kiss and 
a hug from each of them. She snuck a sip of Cindy's coffee and vowed to 
return in a moment with Candice. She did. 

Heather and Candice embraced and kissed hungrily while Cindy and 
Andrea were doing the same. 

"How was your night?" Heather asked. 

Candice rolled her eyes and kind of chuckled. 

"Yeah, me too." Heather said, thoughtfully. 

"So how was *your* night?" Andrea asked Cindy. 

 Cindy rolled her eyes and kind of chuckled. 

"Yeah, me too." Andrea said, thoughtfully. 

Cindy and Andrea shared a look. Each mirrored the others thoughts. Both 
afraid to vocalize at the moment what they felt. Cindy nodded to Andrea 
in unspoken understanding. Much the same was occurring between 
Heather and Candice. 

Andrea poured Candice a mug of coffee. On querying, she learned that 
she took her coffee the same way too. Just a splash of creme, no sugar. 
Somehow Cindy and Candice gravitated together at the same time as 
Andrea and Heather. They each shared a soft, sensual kiss and a warm 
hug. Then they settled back with their original partners. Cindy on 
Heather's lap, Candice on Andrea's. This was the way Betty and Penelope 
found them when they came down. 

They poured themselves a cup of coffee and after they shared a round of 
warm kisses and hugs, Betty pulled Penelope onto her lap while they 
sipped at it. 

A few minutes later Denise and Jenny entered the house wearing the 
robes Denise had snagged the night before. Jenny wearing the heavier 
one. Denise surveyed the crowd at the table, observing that the 
newcomers all wore the heavier, warmer robes. A sign that Betty and the 
girls cared more for their guests comfort than their own. Perhaps it was 
just good manners, but perhaps not. Denise shared a chagrined look with 
Jenny as they moved to pour themselves some coffee. The pot yielding 
exactly two more cups before it was dry. 

"Sit down, I'll make another pot." Cindy volunteered, climbing to her feet.

Andrea extracted herself from beneath Candice and moved to help her. 

Hugs and kisses were exchanged all around between Denise, Jenny and 
the others. 

Penelope suddenly found Jenny's warm full lips upon hers and found it 
most enjoyable. She felt a curious feeling of hope somehow at the odd 
way Jenny looked into her eyes afterwards. As if somehow their futures 
were intertwined and their relationship between each other was 
profoundly important.  She found Jenny settled in her lap. Candice had 
settled in Heather's after she got up to let Andrea out. Now Denise found 
herself at the head of the table again with Betty on her lap. They were 
joined at the table by Cindy and Andrea, who shared a chair. 

There was little conversation between them. Everybody just sipped at her 
coffee. At times glancing between the other couples. 

"Denise...." Betty tried, and stopped. 

"I know love. I guess we need to talk." Denise admitted. 

Everyone around the table nodded subconsciously. 

Penelope was *very* aware of the lovely redhead sitting in her lap. She 
found herself desiring her. Across the table she caught fleeting looks of 
envy from Candice and Heather. She felt a strong desire to re-bond with 
them as well. As if to somehow compare and share the new skills they 
had all learned the previous evening. She looked up and found Jenny's 
eyes touching hers in a sensual gaze. 

"Penelope.... I know we just met last night... But I would like to get to 
know you much better. Would you think me too forward if I suggested 
that perhaps we slip off with Heather and Candice and get to know each 
other a little better? Maybe give these folks an opportunity to talk? I think
it's important, even if we just talk." Jenny asked. 

"I think that's a wonderful idea. How about it girls?" Penelope asked, 
looking to Candice and Heather. 

They were nodding happily in her direction. Eagerness on both their 
faces. 

"Bring your coffee. I know a wonderfully delightful trick these ladies 
showed me that we just might get to." Jenny said, sliding off her lap. 

Kisses were exchanged around the table before Jenny led the others into 
the guest room. Once there there was a moment of uneasiness before 
Jenny turned and kissed Penelope once again. That broke the tension and 
the other two moved in behind them to strip off their robes. Heather 
behind Jenny and Candice behind Penelope. They each opened their 
robes and pressed their bare breasts against the women's backs as they 
kissed them on the neck. Sometime later the women experienced the trick 
that Jenny was referring to. 

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Denise took charge of the impromptu meeting. She turned to Betty who 
had moved off to her own chair. Cindy similarly had moved to a separate 
chair. 

"Alright. Let's determine if we are all on the same wavelength. Betty, how
was your night?" Denise asked. 

"It was... special. Really wonderful. Penelope means more to me than I 
had a clue she did. " Betty answered, looking at her coffee. 

"Cindy?" Denise asked. 

"Magic. That's the only word for it." she replied. 

"Andrea?" Denise asked.

"Yes, wonderful. We fit like a glove." Andrea replied. 

"I experienced the same with Jenny. As if a part of me that I didn't know 
was missing was suddenly there where it belonged." Denise said. 

The others all suddenly looked at her hopefully. She met their gazes one 
by one. Seeing the same hopeful desire there.   

"Alright. I take it that you all wish your partners to continue to be a part
of your lives?" Denise asked. 

She found three women hopefully nodding back at her. 

"I desire the same with Jenny." Denise said. 

"What about Jake?" Betty asked.

"Jake has turned into jerk. He's out of the equation." Denise said. 

"So where does that leave us?" Andrea asked. 

"That's the question we all wish to know the answer to. Jenny and I 
talked about this last night. We all know what a fifth wheel feels like. 
This is only going to work if it *all* works. I see the wild cards here as
being Candice and Heather, as we all just met them last night. We don't 
know them well enough yet to know how we are going to feel about them 
in the long term. I've known Jenny a long time, Betty's known Penelope 
for a long time. But you girls just met Penelope too as well as Jenny just
meeting the lot of them. I think what's going on in that bedroom right now
has as big a bearing on this as how we all feel about it. 

So lets clarify things and lay some ground rules. 

Number one as far as I'm concerned, is that we, us at the table here, are 
all *permanent*. No matter what else transpires. We might have the 
opportunity for this to get bigger, we might not. Only time will tell about
that, but no matter whatever else happens I don't want what we all have 
to get lost. It's the most valuable thing to me in my life. As much as I love
Jenny.... Well the truth is that I'd have to give her up if it came to a
choice 
between her and you. Do you all feel the same about the others?" Denise 
asked. 

The others all nodded. 

"I want to hear this verbally." Denise said. 

"Yes. I wouldn't want to. But I agree fully. I love Penelope dearly, but 
you are all the most important thing in my life." Betty said, without 
hesitation. 

"Yes, what I experienced with Heather last night was magic. But I've 
known magic everyday since we all became a family." Cindy said. 

"I agree. Candice and I fit, but you all mean more to me than anything on 
earth." Andrea concurred. 

"Alright, for clarity, what we are all talking about here is that we are all
going to be married. Probably before the month is out. This does not 
preclude us each from having a relationship with others, but unless it *all*
works out between us, they will not be residents here or us with them. 
We may go off and spend time with them or even them spend time here. 
But unless we all get compliments to ourselves, then they will not be 
major factors in our lives. Is this what we are all agreeing to?" Denise 
asked.

"Yes." they all replied. 

"Alright, that's what the situation will be if it doesn't work out. Now, 
about our options if it does. Betty, how do you feel about opening your 
house up to the others?" Denise asked.

"It's *our* house." Betty said. 

"Not yet. When we all complete the conditions we all agreed upon, then it 
will be our house. I will not accept even partial guardianship until then.
So for the time being, it's fully your house. The question stands; Are you
willing to open it up to the others and share it with them if it all works
between us?" Denise asked. 

"Yes." Betty replied, "But we would have to make further provisions for 
them. I don't see that as a problem. We have lots of room to expand. 
Penelope has resources roughly equivalent to mine so money is not a 
factor." 

"Alright, but I see a potential point of animosity there. These girls have
been working their cute little tushes off to make this their home. If we 
decide on expansion, then I don't think we can ask anything less of the 
others. They make their own place here through their own efforts. They 
*earn* their place here just as the rest of us are." Denise offered. 

"Agreed." Betty said. 

"Yes, that's only fair." Cindy said. 

"I concur." Andrea said. 

"Okay. Now other major problems... Just how much and when to tell 
them about certain unusual situations in our lives. With the exception of 
Jenny, I would assume the rest are ignorant about things we all take for 
granted and they may find downright abhorrent. Relationships they may 
not be prepared to deal with. Feelings on this?" Denise asked, looking 
square at Andrea.

"I hope I've learned my lesson about trusting too quickly. I say we play it
by ear for the time being. We all have a lot to learn about each other 
before I see that becoming a factor between us. If it works out otherwise 
between us, then we reveal my situation to them a little at a time and 
judge their responses." Andrea said. 

"Yes, I think that's prudent. I've known Penelope long enough to trust her,
but I think her and the others have to demonstrate their own 
trustworthiness to all of us before I would choose to threaten our 
relationship by revealing things to them that could do us damage by their 
knowing them." Betty said. 

"I concur. As it potentially affects me to. I don't want to lose Andrea 
because we chose to trust too soon." Cindy said, looking to her friend. 

Andrea smiled back at her, then turned to Denise. 

"Jenny knows.... about my folks?" she asked. 

"Yes, I talked to her about it last night. I hope you don't mind?" Denise 
asked. 

"No... long ago I put my full confidence in you. If anyone knows who it is
safe to reveal things to, it is you. I'm glad Jenny knows. I don't want to
hide things from her. But I take it that you had a reason in telling her?"
Andrea asked. 

"Yes.... I've been *concerned* about you. You've been on kind of an 
emotional roller coaster lately. I wanted Jenny's input on how it might 
affect us, meaning your relationship with us here now." Denise answered.

Andrea nodded.

"And her reaction?" she asked. 

"She wasn't thrilled about it, but she wasn't surprised either. She'd seen it
as a distinct possibility. She also concurred with my supposition over 
your folks reasoning in their involvement." Denise said. 

Andrea nodded again. 

"Anything else?" Cindy asked. 

Denise knew what she was asking. 

"Yes.... She recommends that I not participate at the same time as 
Andrea. Also that Betty not participate on your side at the same time as 
you. Further, that both of us not participate further than Betty already has
with Andrea. That translates to a single occurrence to come between me 
and your folks with you. But serious review of anything further from 
either Betty or myself."  Denise said, looking to Betty for support. 

"I can live with that. Jenny's a wise lady." Betty said. 

"Anything else?" Andrea asked. 

"Yes... That it is stressed very strongly to you that your own participation
is *voluntary*. You have the right to say no. So do you, Cindy." Denise 
said. 

Cindy nodded, but said nothing. Andrea was nodding to herself. 

"I may very well accept that option. I've been thinking along those lines."
Andrea admitted. 

"Good. And I say that not because I object to the situation, but rather 
because it adds a factor of insecurity to your relationship with us. But I
support you either way you decide. That goes for you too, Cindy." Denise 
said. 

"I concur." Betty added. 

"Alright, anything else we need to cover at this time?" Denise asked, 
looking around the table. 

Everybody shook their heads, lost in their own thoughts. 

"Alright. We need not be so somber. Yes, we are risking much here, but I 
think we all feel it's worth a chance. I think for ourselves we should try to
get hitched as fast as reasonably possible. I'm thinking the week between 
Christmas and New Years as we have to wait for Cindy's parents to 
return and we have logistic problems to deal with, such as who is going 
and what each of us needs." Denise said. 

"Who's *going?*" Cindy asked.

"Yes. From what I understand, Betty's parents want to watch their 
daughter getting married. I think Andrea's parents do too. That's now an 
option as Bobby is speaking and I would presume is capable of being 
responsible for himself while they do so. I would also assume that your 
parents may wish to be present." Denise said. 

"And your folks?" Andrea asked. 

"That isn't a factor or an option. I have no desire for them to be present,
nor do I think they would have any desire to attend." Denise said. 

"Just asking, love." Andrea said, leaning over to squeeze Denise's hand in
support. 

"Thank you, love. But it's really not a factor. I have no interest in seeing
them again, and I damn sure do not want them present on the happiest 
day of my life." Denise said, annoyed at the concept. 

"Alright. But none of us is going to be content until this thing is settled.
Let's get it booked. Andrea, call your folks and find out if that time frame
is good for them. I'll do the same with mine. Cindy's we find out about as
soon as they get back, when is that?" Betty asked, turning to Cindy. 

"This weekend. They're due back Saturday, I think." Cindy replied. 

"I'm positive they will want to go. We can make reservations for them 
and cancel them if they aren't able to go for some reason." Denise 
suggested.

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Betty said.

"Why not wait? They'll be back this weekend." Cindy asked.

"Christmas holiday, love. Right now the whole world is making 
reservations. A day or two might mean the difference between us all 
getting a flight or a room. Denise is right about that." Betty explained. 

"Okay.... I'm sure they'll want to go... if they can afford it." Cindy said.

"That is the good news love. My mother has already insisted upon the 
wedding party being her treat. Speaking of which, Denise you have a tea 
date with my mother to keep. She won't forget about it." Betty chided. 

"Mm gosh, thanks. I totally spaced it. I get the feeling that today is going
to be quite full, but I'll go soon." Denise said.

"That will work. She plays bridge today anyway. Every Thursday." Betty 
said. 

"Aren't you scheduled for a get aquatinted sit down lunch with the girls 
too?" Denise asked.

"Yeah, tomorrow, I'll ask her about it when I talk to her. If I don't ask,
she will anyway." Betty chuckled. 

"Would you look at it out there. It's still at it." Andrea noted. 

They followed her gaze out over the deck and out through the windows 
on the far end. All they saw was a mass of swirling gray. Denise got up 
and opened the front door. There was a large drift piled up against it. She
squinted through the raging blizzard to the lawn and driveway. Nobody 
was going anywhere today. There was at least two feet of snow in the 
shallow spots. The drifts were almost four foot. She stepped inside and 
closed the door. 

"It's a perfect day for snuggling by the fire and kissing lots." she mused.

"I'll take some of that." Cindy volunteered. 

"Me too." Andrea chuckled. 

"Count me in... But I get the feeling we won't have any shortage of 
partners today." Betty said, looking toward the guest room. 

"I wonder what they are doing in there." Cindy said. 

"Dear heart. I'm really getting very worried about you." Denise said, 
rolling her eyes as she returning to the table. 

Cindy grinned at her and kissed her cheek. 

"Well I'll attend to the fire part." Betty said, moving to the fireplace. 

"I'll supply half the kisses." Andrea offered. 

"I accept. After breakfast." Betty said. 

"Breakfast? Oh my gosh. What horrible hosts we are. Send our guests 
back to bed without breakfast." Denise said. 

"I doubt they noticed at the moment. They all seemed pretty eager to get 
in there." Andrea chuckled. 

"Yes... I think that was Jenny's doing. She asked me to marry her last 
night." Denise said, distantly. 

"She did!?" Cindy asked, all excited about the prospect. 

"Penelope asked me, too." Betty said, moving the arm that dumped the 
ashes into the pan beneath. 

"Heather was leaning real hard that way. She asked me all about how we 
were going to do it." Cindy said. 

"Yeah, Candice was real curious about it too." Andrea said, heading to 
get an armload full of wood from the deck. 

Denise watched her. A slight chill entered the room through the French 
doors. The lights flickered several times just then. 

"That could cancel breakfast." Cindy said, getting to her feet to get it 
started. 

"Yes, it could. And I don't see it getting better. Betty, my love. Have you
considered a standby generator?" Denise asked. 

"Got one." Betty said, taking the wood from Andrea one at a time and 
stacking them into the fireplace. 

"Really? Where?" Denise asked.

"In the corner of the garage, under that tarp. Daddy picked it up from a 
bankrupt construction company he bought out. I just never had it wired 
in." Betty said, taking one of the fire starters from a little tin box stored
in 
a cubby hole in the base of the fireplace. 

She used one of the long matches, also from the cubby to light the paper 
around the sawdust and wax fire starter. A bit later it flared up beneath 
the logs and Betty shut the door. 

The lights flickered again, this time they stayed out. 

"Well, there goes breakfast." Cindy said, putting the eggs back into the 
fridge. 

"Maybe not. Let me get dressed and I will go check out this generator of 
Betty's. From the way that storm looks out there, the power may be out 
for a while."  Denise said, getting to her feet. 

"Yeah, I guess I'll go shower then." Cindy said. 

"Can't. Instant electric water heaters. They supply us with endless hot 
water for our frolicking, but have no reserve. You climb in the shower 
you will discover just how cold the water is." Betty chuckled. 

"All the more reason to look at your generator. I don't know how big it is,
but maybe it can run the furnaces and make us breakfast. The water 
heaters would be nice, but I doubt it's that big. Those suckers draw a lot."
Denise said. 

"I don't know. It's a pretty good sized unit. Made to run a whole 
construction site." Betty said, returning to the table. 

"At least the coffee got done." Cindy said, pouring herself another cup. 

"Yes, would you be a dear and put the rest of that in a thermos? It won't 
stay hot long otherwise." Denise asked. 

"Sure." Cindy said, reaching up in a cupboard for a thermal carafe. 

As she reached her robe rode up revealing her panties. 

"Now there's a lovely view." Andrea mused, drinking it in. 

"Isn't it though. You watch those older women, Andrea. They'll steal your 
heart." Betty said, bending to kiss her neck. 

"Too late." Andrea said. 

"I warned you." Betty said. 

"Older women?" Cindy asked, blushing over the attention her posterior 
had caused. 

"Yes love. The ripe old age of sixteen. Just a hop and skip till you're out
of college and into the working world." Denise said. 

"I can't wait." Cindy said, pouring the coffee into the carafe. 

"Don't rush it love. I seem to recall it passes at the speed of light." Denise

said. 

"Yes it does. Faster even; *Warp-nine* if I recall." Betty chuckled.  

"Well, I know I'm not getting any younger, so I'm gonna go get dressed 
and take a look at my new toy." Denise said, heading for the stairs. 

"I'll come with you." Cindy said, tagging after her and forgetting all about
the coffee she just poured. 

Betty chuckled. She poured the cup back into the carafe with the rest as 
Cindy hadn't doctored it up. 

"Why'd you do that?" Andrea asked.

"Because, my love, this may be all the hot coffee we get all day." Betty 
said. 

"Oh... I have faith in Denise." Andrea said.

"So do I, love. But even she can't handle things like not being able to get
parts in a blizzard if it needs them." Betty said, taking her cup and 
moving to the fireplace. 

Andrea joined her with her own cup. She snuggled to Betty's side and 
sipped at it. 

"Do you think we will really.... You know?" Andrea asked.

"What?" Betty asked.

"Get involved with Candice and the others?" Andrea asked.

"Kind of like that girl do you?" Betty chuckled.

"Yeah. She's great." Andrea said.

"Well, I don't know, love. It all depends how it all works out between us.
Denise is right about that. We all remember what it was like to have a 
fifth wheel around here. Even if June hadn't been such a bitch, it was still
not very conducive to love. Odd numbers just wouldn't work out." Betty 
said.

"But I wouldn't want to deprive you of Penelope or Denise of Jenny if 
Candice and Heather didn't work out." Andrea said.

"You wouldn't be depriving us of them. We would still see them. We just 
wouldn't be married to them." Betty said.

"And you want to be?" Andrea asked. 

"Yes.... I've loved Penelope for a long time now. I cared very deeply for 
her long before I knew I wanted her that way. She's been a good friend 
since I was a little girl. All my life I think." Betty said. 

Andrea snuggled to her side. 

"That's nice." she said. 

"Yes, it is. And so are you." Betty said, lifting Andrea's chin to kiss her.

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Jenny lay panting in Heather's arms. Beside them, Penelope and Candice 
were in a similar state. After the initial trepidation, the women had all 
ganged up on Jenny and tried out their newly learned skills. Then Jenny 
turned the tide on them using her own. She taught Penelope how to pump 
up an orgasm and the stunning blonde had been practicing the technique 
on Candice since then. Jenny concentrated on Heather, much to her 
delight. Now Penelope half rolled toward Jenny and softly drew her hand 
down her bare thigh affectionately. 

"So you want to tell me what this is all about. You seem to know the 
inside information around here." Penelope asked.

"What it's about love, is our dreams coming true." Jenny replied. 

"I don't follow." Penelope said. 

"You wish to marry Betty?" Jenny asked.

"Most certainly. But I don't see that it's possible. She's devoted to the 
others, and I don't blame her a bit for it. I wouldn't dream of interfering
with that." Penelope replied, sitting up. 

"And what about you two. How do you feel about Cindy and Andrea?" 
Jenny asked, sliding to sit up too. 

"They're great. Better than great. They're adorable. God Cindy's so tender
and caring. She just melted my heart." Heather said, snuggling up against 
her. 

"Yes, Andrea too. She's wonderful." Candice said, moving to do the same 
with Penelope. 

"Given the opportunity, would you marry them?" Jenny said. 

"Yes." Heather said without hesitation. 

"Probably. Unless they are hiding something seriously wrong with 
themselves. I certainly would like to get to know them well enough to 
find out, but I don't think we have a chance. Andrea is fully devoted to 
being married to the others. And I agree with Penelope on that. I don't 
want to stand in her way. She's too happily in love to do that." Candice 
said.

"And if you could join them rather than standing in their way?" Jenny 
asked, remaining mute about the things that Candice might interpret as 
seriously wrong.

"What, marry Denise, Betty and Andrea too, as well as Cindy?" Heather 
asked.

"Yes. All of us getting married to all of them." Jenny said. 

"Really!? God, I'd go for that. Denise is so damn hot just a glance from 
her and I almost cream my jeans. Betty's adorable too. I got along with 
Andrea quite well last night before we headed off to separate bedrooms." 
Heather said. 

"Yeah, they were a real terrorist tag team. Heather and I didn't have a 
chance against their talent. But they weren't snobby or loftish about it. 
They were very patient and benevolent with us. They were just very 
competent themselves. Andrea freely shared what she knew with me once 
we got into bed. She was truly interested in making me feel great and 
teaching me what she knew." Candice said. 

"Yeah, Cindy was like that too. Real loving and tender." Heather said.

"Well Andrea wasn't always tender. We got downright rough at times, but 
she knew just exactly how to push my buttons." Candice said, rolling her 
eyes. 

"Let me get this straight; your saying there's a chance for us all to get 
married to all of them?" Penelope asked.

"Yes, a chance. But it really depends on *us*. How we all get along 
together and how we all get along with all of them. I think we have a shot
at it. If this morning is any indicator." Jenny said, leaning to kiss 
Penelope's cheek. 

"Yes, well Candice, Heather and I have gotten along pretty much from 
the start. The only reason I haven't been more involved with them is that I
always sort of felt like a fifth wheel. And you, my darling are nothing less
than spectacular." Penelope said, affectionately touching her cheek. 

"Thank you. I feel the same about all of you. But it's that fifth wheel thing
that affects our status with Denise and the rest of them. 

Betty was seeing another woman when her and Denise got together. Then 
shortly afterwards they got involved with Cindy and Andrea. Since then 
they've been like a family, but it didn't work very well with the other 
woman. Even discounting that she was a royal bitch, it caused other 
problems. Like not everybody having a sleeping or dance partner. 

Four is a stable number. Two pairs. Six might work, but not really. It 
might induce animosity as there is a tendency for everyone to have 
favorites. Two would end up less involved than the others. Eight is the 
next truly stable state. That's what I'm talking about. Us four plus them 
four. It's obvious that we all have our favorites. Each of us a different 
one. It works out perfectly. That's what Denise and the others are talking
about right now. That's why I invited you all in here to get aquatinted. I
think we have a shot and I for one want it very badly. I love Denise with 
all my heart. I love them all. I want to be a part of the Alvey clan. I'm 
willing to work my ass off to make it happen." Jenny said. 

"Alvey clan?" Heather asked.

"Yes, you said it yourself.  Denise is just so hot that everybody simply 
adores her. Add to that that she is a genuine genius. Not just smart, but a
certified genius. I've seen her do things with technology and computers 
that would take teams of engineers years to do, and she does them 
overnight. She's the undisputed matriarch of the clan. She's emotionally 
the strongest. She's a truly gifted psychologist. She knows it much better
than I, and I've been doing it as a profession for years now. Add to that 
that she is the most talented lover I ever dreamed could exist and she 
becomes the hands down leader of the clan. But she's far from being a 
dictator. She's affectionate, loving, tender and kind. She's generous and 
loyal. All in all I think she's just about as perfect as a human being can
be." Jenny said. 

"Gosh, wonder who your favorite could be?" Candice teased.

"I make no bones about that. But facts are facts. Denise is the reason 
those four are together. She's the reason it has a chance of lasting 
forever." Jenny said. 

"Just teasing love. You get no argument from me. She certainly blew all 
my circuits with just a kiss." Candice said.

"You'd get along well with her, talking like that. Her chosen field is 
physics with a leaning toward electronics." Jenny chuckled, tousling 
Candice's hair. 

"Well, if the whole point of this is for us to get aquatinted, then we best
get on with it." Candice said, playfully feeling up Jenny's thigh. 

"Yes, Penelope and I haven't had a good cuddle in far too long." Heather 
said, moving around Candice on her way to Penelope. 

"Yes, far too long." Penelope said, drawing the younger blonde up to her 
lips. 



"God, what a greasy mess." Cindy said, looking at the generator when 
they threw the tarp back. 

"Yes, but a nice greasy mess. That looks big enough to handle the whole 
damn house." Denise said, wiping a manufactures specification plate with 
her hand so she could read it. 

"But it's so greasy." Cindy said, shining the flashlight on the engine. 

"Wash and wear love. My body is. Grease comes off. You should never 
worry about getting dirty. Especially at the cost of your comfort. This 
represents a hot shower and breakfast to me. If we get it running, then the
grease comes off easily enough." Denise said, shining her light on the 
plate. 

"Yeah, I can see that. Alright, what can I do?" Cindy asked.

"For starters. How about my bag of tricks from under the desk in the 
library. I need a meter and my tools." Denise said. 

"Sure, back in a minute." Cindy said, heading back into the house. 

Denise pulled the caps off the battery and frowned. It was downright dry 
inside. Still, that wasn't as bad as wet and dead, she reasoned. She used a
rag to wipe off the controls and gauges on the old generator. She looked 
around and smiled at a coil of heavy wire stacked next to the generator. 
Then she looked at the location of the electric panel. If she could get it
running, she had a shot at wiring it in without moving it. Which was good 
as it was on steel rails, not wheels and it probably weighed at least eight-
hundred pounds. 

Cindy returned with her tools. Denise thanked her with a kiss and then 
dug out her meter. She poured almost a whole gallon of distilled water 
from a plastic gallon jug Betty kept for her iron into the battery. Then she
put her meter on it. She smiled as the reading slowly came up. 

"Good. The battery was just dry, but not damaged. It probably needs a 
charge though." Denise said. 

"So we're out of luck anyway?" Cindy asked.

"No love. That means it just needs a jump. Instead of having to pull my 
battery all the way out of my car. I can just pull in and hook up the 
cables. Now as to the rest of it. Let's check the gas tank." Denise said. 

She used a paint stirring stick to check the tank. The end came out 
covered with a dark amber varnish smelling coating. She looked and 
smiled at the sight of a fuel shut off valve beneath the tank. 

"Good. The carburetor is probably okay. I would have hated to have to 
clean that out. That's a real job. See if you can find an empty quart jar 
around here." Denise said. 

Cindy returned with an empty mayonnaise jar while Denise was digging 
in her bag. She came out with a roll of end wrenches and used one to 
remove the fuel line from the fuel shut off. She took the jar from Cindy 
and placed it under the valve and then opened it. Soon it was almost full 
of foul smelling amber liquid. Denise shut the valve and put the lid on the
jar. 

"Okay, any more jars?" she asked.

"Yeah, a whole box of them." Cindy said, getting another one. 

Denise unmounted the gas tank, then poured about a cup of gas into it 
from a gas can used for the lawn mower and snow blower. She put the lid 
back on the tank and shook it up. A few spots of liquid got on her pants 
from the fuel cock. She ignored them. She set the jar Cindy was holding 
on the work counter and held the tank over it while she drained out the 
tank once more. 

"Why do it that way?" Cindy asked, watching her curiously. 

"The tank had very old gas in it. I just rinsed it out so it wouldn't gum up
the jets once we get this running." Denise said, finishing up. 

Cindy nodded as Denise remounted the tank. She reconnected the fuel 
hose and then poured the rest of the gas into it from the can. There was 
almost two gallons. She opened the fuel cock and then moved down to 
the carburetor. She pushed a little spring loaded valve on the bottom and 
clear gasoline ran over her fingers. 

"Good." Denise said, wiping her hands on a rag. 

"What's next?" Cindy asked, watching intently. 

"Lets take a look at the spark plugs. If they are dirty it will be hard to
start." Denise said, digging in her bag for a set of socket wrenches. 

Denise lacked a spark plug socket, but she found she could get one of her 
box-end wrenches around the plugs to loosen them. She loosened one and 
removed it with her fingers, then examined the end. 

"How is it?" Cindy asked.

"Good. I think they're okay. I don't think we'll have to clean them. Just a
bit dirty from running rich. Pull that air-cleaner cover off will you?" 
Denise asked, putting the plug back in. 

Cindy moved her hands around over things searching until Denise nodded 
she had the right thing. She removed a wing nut and removed an 
assembly that dripped thick black oil. Denise had her place it in an old 
baking pan to drain, along with the lower half of the reservoir of the oil
filled air cleaner. 

"That explains the black plugs. That was restricting the flow of air 
making it run too rich." Denise said, coming over to take over the messy 
job. 

"I'll do it. I'm already greasy anyway." Cindy said, rubbing her nose with
her finger and leaving a black smudge on it. 

"That you are, love. That you are." Denise chuckled, removing the smear 
with a rag and showing it to Cindy. 

"Oh, oops." Cindy said. 

"Here, use a sheet of this old newspaper here to wipe that sludge off." 
Denise said, offering a sheet to Cindy. 

Together they got it cleaned up. Denise found a quart of clean oil in a 
cupboard and added some to the reservoir then put the assembly back on 
the generator. After checking the dipstick, she poured the rest of the quart
into the crankcase and then rechecked it. 

"Okay, now all we need do is start it." Denise said, looking at it. 

Cindy tugged opened the garage door and found the blizzard still in full 
force outside. The driveway had several feet of snow in it.

"That could be a problem, if you have to pull your car in. It looks like the
snow is up to your bumper." Cindy said. 

"Maybe we won't have to." Denise said, looking at the generator. 

She found a hand crank coming out of one end. She checked the controls 
and opened a main switch on the output, then bent and cranked the crank 
a few turns. The engine emitted not a peep. Denise pulled out a choke 
control and cranked again. This time the engine coughed once. She 
lowered the choke part way and then tried it again. This time the engine 
sputtered to life for a few seconds. Filling the garage with black smoke. 

"I don't know if it's going to make it. Looks pretty sick to me." Cindy 
said, dubiously. 

Denise changed the choke again and this time the engine coughed and 
sputtered to life. She manipulated the controls until it was running more 
smoothly. She lowered the choke as it picked up speed. 

"You did it!" Cindy cried, jumping with excitement. 

"Yes, now all it has to do is charge the battery a bit, then we can wire it
in." Denise said. 

"I'll get your electricians belt from the extension." Cindy said, bounding
out. 



"Is that success I hear out there? Or is one of our cars real sick?" Betty
asked as Cindy passed through. 

"That woman is amazing." Cindy said, passing out the French doors. 

"That, she is." Betty mused, listening to the sound of the motor out in the
garage. 



"What the heck is that? Sounds like someone is driving a tractor through 
the house." Penelope asked, breathlessly. 

"I'll check. I want another cup of coffee anyway." Heather said, kissing 
Penelope on the cheek and donning the robe Cindy had loaned her. 



Cindy passed back through on her way to the garage just as Heather came 
out. 

"What's all the commotion?" she asked. 

"Denise is repairing an old generator Betty had out in the garage." Cindy 
replied. 

"Is that grease on your face?" Heather asked.

"Yup." Cindy grinned, swinging by and stealing a kiss before she 
disappeared again. 

Heather looked after her. Smiling at her behind. 

"You'll find, love. That those two are liable to get into all sorts of things.

Last fall they had us running a trencher." Andrea chuckled. 

"Huh, cool. Why are they working on a generator today?" Heather asked, 
moving to the kitchen. 

"I don't know if you noticed, but it's dark in here. The powers off and 
from the looks of the storm, it's liable to be off all day." Betty said. 

"Oh, no. I hadn't noticed." Heather said, pouring a cup from the carafe 
she found by the coffee pot. 

She sipped at it and then kind of tilted her head as if listening. 

"Sounds like that motor is out of timing." she said. 

"You know about motors?" Betty asked.

"Yeah, since I was a kid. My father was a mechanic before he retired. I 
used to watch him all the time." Heather said. 

The sound of the engine died. 

"It quit." Andrea said.

"Someone shut it off, it sounded like." Heather said. 

"Perhaps Denise could use your help out there later." Betty suggested. 

Heather thought about what Jenny had said about working her ass off to 
make it work. This might be her chance to help a bit.

"Sure. But... All I've got is that suit I wore." Heather said. 

"Follow me. I think you are Cindy's size." Betty said, getting to her feet.

"If her panties are any indicator, the same size." Heather chuckled, 
following Betty up the stairs. 



Denise removed the cover from the electric panel and studied it. She 
reached up and shut off a main breaker. 

"This is the dangerous part. I'm glad there is a main inside." Denise said,
taking her meter to the panel.

"Dangerous. I thought it was dead?" Cindy said.

"It is. But what if the power came back on while I was working on it?" 
Denise asked, digging out a set of large Allen wrenches. 

"Oh.... I see what you mean." Cindy said. 

Denise grinned and removed the large wires leading into the top of the 
panel. She then pulled the bundle of wires from the generator up to 
connect them, but they were too short.

"Shit. Now we have to move the generator." Denise said.

"That's one of the first times I've ever heard you swear." Cindy chuckled.

"Sorry love. It's just frustrating. I want a hot shower." Denise said. 

"It doesn't bother me, I was just surprised to hear you say it. So how do 
we move the generator?" Cindy asked, looking at the beast. 

"We need a couple of two-by-fours or lots more bodies, maybe both." 
Denise said. 

"I'll get the two-by-fours and a few more hands. Heather came out when I 
went to get your belt." Cindy said. 

"Nice to hear my name on those sweet lips of yours." Heather said, 
coming out into the garage. 

"What's up?" Betty asked, tagging behind her. 

"What's up is that we need to move this beast several feet this way. Cindy
was just headed to get us some levers." Denise replied.

"I'll help her. Heather here was saying the motor sounded out of timing. 
Maybe she could take a look at it while we're gone." Betty said, heading 
out with Cindy. 

"It did sound a bit rough, but getting it running was about the extent of 
my engine knowledge." Denise said.

"That's a whole bunch more than most women could do. Even most men." 
Heather said, moving to check the engine out. 

"Yeah, well. I figure there are several basic survival skills that a person
needs to know. I'd hate to be stuck out in the desert just because I had a
clogged fuel filter. I had a mechanic give me a crash course in engine 
basics when I was in college." Denise said. 

"Good for you. I learned watching my father. Let's see. Have you got a 
seven-sixteenths end wrench or socket? Preferably a socket with a short 
extension." Heather asked.

"Yup. Sockets in the box there on the counter." Denise said. 

Heather opened it up and found what she needed.

"Nice set. Yours?" she asked, setting the wrench up.

"Yeah. Buy once and keep them forever." Denise said.

"Yeah, I believe that too. Okay, once I loosen this, then we start it up. I'll

have to time it by ear unless you have a timing light." Heather said, 
bending to loosen the nut on the collar beneath the distributor.

"Sorry. I could build you one, but I don't have one handy." Denise said, 
admiring the view. 

"By ear should be fine for now. Is the power output disconnected?" 
Heather asked.

"Yeah, that switch on the end. It's down." Denise said.

"Good. That's the part I don't know. It scares the hell out of me." Heather
said, studying the controls.

"I understand it just fine. It doesn't scare me but I have a very healthy 
respect for it." Denise said. 

"I heard that. Let's start this up." Heather said, flipping a switch and then
punching the start button. 

The generator cranked slowly and then was still. 

"The battery didn't get much chance to charge. There's a crank there." 
Denise offered.

"A crank? Wo, this is pretty old. I haven't seen one of them in years. You
started it with that?" Heather said, bending to use it. 

"Yes. It wasn't too hard." Denise said, watching the younger woman. 

Heather used a curious hand hold on the crank before she used it. The 
engine sputtered to life before Denise could ask about it. Heather moved 
her hand carefully to turn the distributor. The sound of the engine got 
rougher. She turned it the other way and it smoothed out. Heather used 
the socket wrench to tighten the collar and then killed the generator once
more. 

"That sounds good. Why did you crank like that?" Denise asked.

"Old engines have a tendency to kick back. If you hold it like that, it just
yanks the crank out of your hand instead of breaking your arm." Heather 
said. 

"I get it. Good thing to know. If I ever encounter an engine crank again."
Denise chuckled. 

"Yeah, I only remember it because my father showed me on an old land 
cruiser. That was a bear to crank. This is just a four cylinder. The land 
cruiser is a six." Heather said. 

Cindy and Betty returned carrying two two-by-fours each. Denise 
directed them to the end of the generator. First they worked two between 
it and the wall and managed to slide it out far enough to get all four 
behind it. With the four women working the levers they soon had it 
moved over far enough. 

"That should do fine. Another foot for slack in case it vibrates away." 
Denise suggested. 

They got it moved two more before they stopped. Denise moved in to 
wire the panel up. She nodded to Heather finally who flipped the switch 
and bent to crank it. The engine sputtered to life. 

"Would you be a dear and run through the house and extension and make 
sure all the light switches are off?" Denise hollered to Cindy. 

Cindy nodded and headed out, Betty followed her. 

Heather was about to turn on the switch to the power when Denise 
stopped her. Heather seemed puzzled but Denise hollered her reason to 
her. Heather nodded. Cindy and Betty came back in a few minutes and 
nodded to Denise. 

"Fire in the hole!" Denise yelled and flipped the switch. 

The generator slowed until it almost died, then slowly came back up to 
speed. The garage door took off and tried to lower itself. Denise ran to 
the controls and stopped it with several feet of opening left. 

"Why leave it open? It's cold out there." Betty asked.

"Carbon monoxide." Denise called back. 

"Oh, yeah." Betty nodded. 

Denise listened to the motor for a moment and then flipped on the light to
the garage. It came on, but was a bit dim. She studied the controls and 
adjusted a knob to increase the speed till the light looked almost normal.
She used her meter on the electric panel and increased it just a bit more 
before she directed the others inside. She killed the switch on the garage
light as they left.

"We have lights!" Cindy cried, turning on the kitchen lights. 

"Yes, I'm more interested in the hot water. Lets see what this does to it."
Denise said, turning on the hot water tap. 

The generator made a slight slowing sound, but came back up to speed. 
Denise turned off the tap. 

"Good. It's a hot shower for me. Just remember to turn off everything 
right after you use it." Denise said.

"Can I make breakfast?" Andrea asked.

"Yes, one big burner only. We have a total of four kilowatts, but that's 
taken up pretty quickly by the water heaters, stove elements and heater 
blowers. Someone should turn the heat down in the extension. Set it for 
thirty-five. Just so the pipes don't freeze out there. I'm going to take a
shower. Care to join me, Cindy? Your face could use it." Denise 
chuckled.

"I'd be delighted." Cindy said, tagging along. 

Heather looked longingly after them. 

"Go ahead. Maybe you can save some power by showering with them." 
Betty urged. 

Heather smiled and followed happily behind. Cindy caught her waist and 
pulled her to her as they climbed the stairs. 

"I was hoping you'd join us." she said. 

"I'm not sure we'll save any water. But you are certainly welcome." 
Denise said. 

"Nice pants." Cindy said, poking at Heather's posterior. 

"Like them. They're yours." Heather said.

"Yeah, I recognize them. I think they fit you better. I think they make my
butt look big but yours looks *just* right." Cindy chuckled. 

"So glad you think so." Heather said, stepping before Cindy into the 
master bedroom. 

"Yes, *just* right." Cindy repeated, following her. 



Andrea moved over to make breakfast. Betty had disappeared someplace. 
Now she came out of the garage with a propane camping stove. She set it 
up on the counter. Andrea grinned at her as Betty moved in to help her 
make breakfast. 

"Leave the stove off for now. We'll use this. I'll get started if you will go
lower the heat in the extension." Betty suggested. 

Andrea nodded and disappeared out the French doors for a minute. 



"I wonder where our wayward girl got to. I thought she was just going for 
coffee." Penelope mused. 

"I'll go check on her." Candice said, kissing Jenny's nipple lovingly and 
then rolling away from her. 

"I'm about ready for a shower. Care to join me?" Jenny asked Penelope. 

"Sure. Love to." she said. 

Candice donned her robe and headed out to the kitchen, carrying her 
coffee cup. She was surprised to see Betty and Andrea cooking on a 
camp stove.

"What's all this for? And what's that motor noise?" she asked, moving to 
pour herself a cup from the carafe. 

"Heather didn't notice either. The power's out. The sound you hear is an 
old generator that Denise got running and Heather fine tuned. It's got a 
limited output so we're cooking with gas." Betty said.

"Oh... That explains a lot. Where's Heather now?" Candice asked, 
bending to kiss Andrea on the neck with coffee warmed lips. 

"Saving water by showering with Denise and Cindy. I'd be honored if you 
would help me save some water after breakfast." Andrea cooed. 

"Sure, love to. Jenny and Penelope were just heading for the shower 
when I came out." Candice said, sitting at the table with her coffee. 

"Glad to hear they are getting along so well. But with two water heaters 
and the furnace motor in here going it's probably a good thing I got this 
camp stove out and Andrea turned down the heater in the extension. 
That's quite a load for that old generator without taxing it with the range
burner." Betty chuckled.

"Two water heaters? What, are they using the shower out in the 
extension?" Candice asked.

"No, but that's a good idea. I forgot about the gas water heater we put in
Bobby's apartment. We had hot water out there all along that I forgot 
about. No, the water heaters inside here are small, instant heating electric
units. They suck a lot of power when in use, but are more economical in 
the long run. They also supply an endless supply of hot water for long 
showers. Something we need around here." Betty said. 

"Who's this Bobby you're talking about?" Candice asked.

"My brother. Betty's boyfriend. He's going to be living here." Andrea 
said, not turning around. 

"Boyfriend? I'm confused. I thought you were all getting married to each 
other?" Candice said. 

"We are. It's sort of complicated. My brother was a POW in Nam. He's 
just pulling out of his shell now. Betty's been working with him. Her 
relationship with him doesn't affect our love for each other." Andrea said.

"Okay... I won't push. It just surprised me is all." Candice said. 

Andrea looked to Betty, longing to tell Candice the whole story. Betty 
gave a little shake to her head and Andrea nodded for the time being. 
Candice looked on, she was mostly admiring the view of Andrea's legs 
protruding from her robe and Betty's posterior tightly packaged in her 
jeans, but she caught the interaction between them. She knew there was 
more to the story. 



Heather was in seventh heaven as she observed Cindy and Denise disrobe 
as she took her own clothes off. Denise was stunning all over. She set her
glasses on the counter before she moved gracefully to the shower. 
Heather caught a glimpse of her uncovered emerald eyes and her heart 
jumped. She finished undressing and Cindy led her by the hand to the 
shower. 



Penelope leaned gasping against the wall of the shower. Jenny slowly got 
to her feet and leaned her soapy body next to her. Penelope caught her 
head and kissed her passionately. 

"God, where did you learn that? I never felt anything like it." Penelope 
gasped. 

"That particular trick from Andrea. Something to be used in the shower." 
Jenny said, feeling Penelope's large breasts with her hands. 

"Yes, I can see how it might seem distasteful elsewhere. I didn't know 
what you had in mind when I felt your finger there, cleaning it." Penelope
said, still breathless. 

"Not everybody would feel free enough to enjoy that. I think you will find
the others here pretty open and uninhibited in their lovemaking. I thought
I was pretty good at it before they taught me what a rookie I was." Jenny 
said. 

"If they are anything like Betty was last night and you were today, I'm 
way out of my league." Penelope mused, enjoying the feel of the stunning 
redhead against her.

"I'm still a novice. But Betty's not. Denise is the best though." Jenny said,
enjoying the feel of Penelope's hands on her body. 

"So I guess to catch up we all need lots of practice." Penelope said, 
moving to kiss her deeply. 

A few moments later she began sinking to her knees. 



Andrea turned on the kitchen sink and the sound of the generator 
noticeably bogged down. She turned it right back off and the generator 
sped up again. 

"Guess I'd better use cold water." Andrea chuckled.

"Just wait till the furnace shuts off." Betty said, just as it did, "Try it
now." 

Andrea turned the hot water back on and this time the speed held. Still 
she was quick about what she was doing. 

"Candice, would you be a dear and feed another log into the fireplace?" 
Betty asked.

"Sure, glad to help." she said, getting to her feet. 

Andrea happened to turn around just as Candice bent to add a log to the 
fire. Her robe rode up over her bare posterior. 

"Now *that* is a lovely sight." Andrea mused.   

"*You* are *such* a flirt." Betty said, glancing at the view, "But I must 
agree with you. It is quite lovely." 

Candice looked over at them and realized they were looking at her. At 
first she blushed, but then she smiled at them. 

"Not near as lovely as the view I've had of you two while you've been 
cooking." she said, returning to the table. 

"You must be referring to Andrea's lovely legs. I've always been quite 
fond of them myself." Betty said.

"Yes, they are lovely. But I was also referring to the way those jeans fit
you so nicely." Candice replied. 

Betty smiled back at her. 

"Perhaps I'll just join you later in your water saving if you feel that way."
she said. 

"By all means. Please. You two will go easy on me won't you?" Candice 
asked.

"Oh, we make no such promise. But I guarantee you will enjoy yourself." 
Andrea demurred. 

"Oh god, I'm a dead woman." Candice mused. 

"I think Andrea knows a few tricks that could wake the dead, so that 
won't save you." Betty chuckled.

"You know it's really refreshing. The way you are all so open about sex. 
So many people are so hung up about it they can't even talk about it 
without getting all uncomfortable." Candice observed.

"First trick to that, is that we *make love* around here. We don't just 
have sex. Second trick is that we all love each other completely. We don't
pry into each others lives. If someone wishes to talk about something, we 
are genuinely interested and willing to listen. But otherwise we leave 
them to their privacy. So if you would like to talk about making love, then
we would be happy to discuss it with you." Andrea said. 

"Yes, I can see that about you all. God I envy you. I've never known 
anybody so happy and open about things. I'd love to be a part of it." 
Candice said. 

"Did Jenny talk to you? About that?" Andrea asked.

"Yes... She said you had some problems with someone that Betty was 
seeing before she got together with Denise. She left a bad taste in your 
mouths about odd numbers. From what she explained, I can see what she 
is saying. I don't know if it will work out between us. I hope it does, but I
know it's too soon for you to accept me completely. I'm quite willing and 
content to take the time to find out though." Candice said. 

"Good. That's the first step. But right now I must say it looks very 
promising." Andrea said. 

"Yes, it does." Betty said, glancing back at the younger woman. 

"That's good to hear. Because I never experienced anything in my life like
last night and this morning. I want to know that feeling again and again as
long as I live." Candice said. 

"I think love, that the plan is for us to take today and all get to know each
other a little better. We are doing that now by talking. We'll move on to 
the next step after breakfast when we shower." Betty said.

"I'm looking forward to it." Candice said. 

--------------------

Heather screamed and sagged against the wall. Cindy and Denise had 
ganged up on her in a duel attack. At first they dueled their tongues over
her clitoris. Then Cindy had moved beneath her and tongued her anus 
while Denise concentrated on the front. Between the two Heather 
experienced the biggest orgasm of her life. Now Cindy supported her 
gasping body against her own. Denise was moving sensually over her 
front. Hands touched her softly everywhere. They stroked and kissed her 
as she slowly recovered her breath. Heather kissed Denise passionately, 
then turned her head to do the same with Cindy. 

"Thank you. I never felt anything like that before." she finally gasped. 

"That was just round two, sweetheart. If my birthday yesterday is any 
indicator, you'll be lucky if you can talk by the end of the day." Cindy 
chuckled, cupping her breasts from behind. 

"I am your willing victim and student. Please teach me." Heather gasped. 

"Alright. If you are quite recovered, then you can help me with Denise." 
Cindy said, sliding to her knees again. 

"And then me with Cindy." Denise said, suddenly moaning as she felt 
Cindy's talented tongue between her legs. 

-------------------------

"You *are* a quick study." Jenny gasped as Penelope stood to embrace 
her in her arms. 

"I've had several excellent teachers in the past sixteen hours." Penelope 
mused, kissing Jenny softly. 

"Yes, it must be about ten. Let me wash your hair so we can get out. As 
lovely as you taste, I have in mind a little food to keep my strength up. 
I'm undoubtedly going to need it. You will too if you are going to make 
love to all of this crowd." Jenny replied. 

"Do you think they will all really wish to?" Penelope asked, shyly. 

"Darling, this is the lovingest place on earth. That night I met you at the
party I came back here with them. They took me home and put me to bed 
the next afternoon. I barely made it in time to pick my boyfriend up from 
the airport that night." Jenny said. 

"They *all* made love with you?" Penelope asked.

"Yup. Several times apiece. Each one of them better than I had ever 
known before in my life." Jenny said. 

"You mentioned a boyfriend. How does he fit into this?" Penelope asked.

"Not at all. He's moving out as we speak. I expect him gone when I get 
home. I am free to love whom I wish, which I fully intend to do." Jenny 
replied. 

"He didn't like you seeing Denise and the others?" Penelope asked, 
enjoying the sensual feel as Jenny washed her hair. 

The suds ran down between them and they sort of squirmed together 
enjoying the slickness. 

"Oh, he was okay with that. It was something else. He was off to a 
conference in Seattle while I was here. He met up with a real bitch that I
can't stand. He wanted her to move in with us. If it had been someone 
else I might have gone for it, happily. But she really was a bitch. He 
insisted and I refused. He said it was her in or him out. I chose the latter.
If it all works out between us here, that will be the best decision I ever
made." Jenny said, but a bit misty eyed. 

"You were with him a long time?" Penelope asked.

"Yes, a very long time. But we quit growing a long time ago." Jenny said, 
tears in her eyes.  

"I'm sorry. Even with your relationship with Denise it must be hard for 
you." Penelope said. 

Jenny suddenly sobbed against her.  Penelope held her to her and let her 
cry. After a time she lifted Jenny's chin and kissed her tenderly. Suddenly
they were hot for each other all over again. Penelope sank to her knees 
and pleased Jenny once more. Then she shampooed her hair for her as 
she held her close to her. 

----------------------

Heather felt like a million dollars as she stepped out of the shower. Cindy
wrapped her in a towel and gently rubbed her down. Denise moved in and 
toweled her hair for her. Heather felt like a princess as they attended to
her. Drying her body sensually. Then Cindy anointed her with 
antiperspirant and a touch of perfume. Cindy slipped out and returned 
with a fresh pair of panties and pulled them on her. Cindy and Denise 
finished drying each other and then dressed themselves. 

"Can I use the hair dryer?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, with the shower off. It should be fine." Denise said. 

"I hear the water running. What if someone is in the other shower?" 
Cindy asked. 

"I don't know. Depends if they are still cooking. Turn it on and see how 
much this light dims. If it dims way down, turn it off quickly." Denise 
said. 

Cindy switched on the hair dryer and watched the light. It dimmed a bit, 
but not much. Denise nodded to her. Cindy dried Heather's lovely long 
hair, brushing out the tangles as she did so. 

"Such lovely hair." Cindy mused as she worked. 

"It's a pain in the ass sometimes." Heather replied. 

"But such a great tool for lovemaking." Denise mused, pulling on a sports 
bra. 

"Hair?" Heather asked, puzzled. 

"You bet. Have you ever drug it up and down a back?" Denise asked.

"No... I can see I have much to learn from you all." Heather said, 
thoughtfully. 

"Round three after breakfast." Denise chuckled, donning a blouse. 

----------------------

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I'm really glad to get rid of 
him." Jenny said as they dried off. 

"Of course. But you were together a long time. It was bound to affect you 
some." Penelope said. 

"I didn't mean to subject you to that." Jenny said. 

"Darling, if you think I didn't enjoy a stunning redhead jiggling against my
body while she clung to me, then we need to spend a lot more time 
getting to know one another." Penelope chuckled, bending to kiss Jenny 
softly. 

Jenny hugged her to her and together they stood, skin to skin for a time. 

"Thank you. And I fully intend to spend every minute you will permit me 
getting to know you better." Jenny said. 

"Okay, how about the next thirty or forty years. Sounds about right." 
Penelope said. 

"Now you are teasing me." Jenny said, pulling her blouse on. 

"No, I'm not. Jenny. I know we just met last night. But right now I love 
you as much as I do Heather and Candice. In fact, this morning was as 
good as it's ever been between them and me. There is magic here. There 
is magic in your arms. I want magic in my life. Permanently." Penelope 
said. 

Jenny stopped what she was doing and turned to her. 

"You mean it?" she asked, incredulously. 

"Yes, I do. I'm no virgin love. I've had much more than my share of boy-
toys. But none of them ever even came close to the feeling I feel in your 
arms. How would you feel about us getting hitched when Betty and the 
others do?" Penelope asked. 

Jenny rushed into her arms and hugged her tightly. 

"Me and you?" she asked.

"At least. But I was thinking about Me and you and Heather and Candice. 
I know this is sudden. You just met us all last night. But I don't ever want
you out of my life again. Nor do I wish to lose Heather and Candice 
either. You said four was a stable number. I believe it. As I said it was 
better between the girls and I just now than we've ever known. The 
difference was that you were there. You complete our four. You are our 
missing part. Will you think about it?" Penelope asked.

"Yes, I don't need to think about it. The answer is *yes*." Jenny said, 
moving to kiss her. 

--------------------- 

"Care to help me make some more coffee?" Andrea asked Candice. 

"Stepping out on Cindy huh? She'll be devastated." Betty chuckled.

Andrea stopped and looked concerned. 

"You really think so?" she asked.

"No love. Not really. I was joking." Betty said. 

"Well... Maybe I'd better keep that little ritual between us anyway. I'm 
sorry Candice. It's really not much. Just a game we play. You have to 
shake the grinder when you grind the beans and whichever one of us isn't 
grinding will snuggle up to the one who is so they jiggle against us." 
Andrea said. 

"That's okay. I'm certain we will have ample opportunity to jiggle against
each other. Actually, I admire your loyalty and concern for Cindy's 
feelings. That means more to me than just a simple jiggle." Candice said, 
smiling at her. 

Andrea beamed at her and continued to make the coffee. 

"Hey, making coffee without me?" Cindy asked, coming down the stairs 
brushing her hair out. 

"Yes love, but alone." Andrea said. 

Candice grinned at her as Cindy came up. 

"Oh, that's a shame to waste a fun jiggle like that. You should have had 
Candice help you." Cindy said. 

"I was going to... but I didn't know how you would feel about it." Andrea 
said. 

"Well thank you for your concern, but if I'm not around you go ahead and 
share it with whomever you wish." Cindy said, kissing Andrea on the 
neck softly. 

She then turned around and bent to kiss Candice too. Candice was 
surprised, but welcomed the kiss. Cindy moved on to kiss Betty on the 
neck. 

"Decided not to use the electric burner?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah, one burner wasn't enough. Candice informed us that Jenny and 
Penelope were in the other shower, so I drug this in. It's ready if you want
to dig some plates out. We could use some toast too, now that the 
showers aren't being used." Betty said, turning her head to collect a real
kiss. 

Heather and Denise joined Candice at the table. 

"Hello, love. How was the shower?" Betty asked. 

"Heavenly." Denise said, looking at Heather, who blushed brightly. 

"Any sign of Jenny and Penelope?" Heather asked.

"Not since they hit the shower." Candice said, "You went off for coffee 
and never came back." 

"Oh... Guess I did. I got shanghaied. Felt great." Heather chuckled. 

"So long as you were in good hands." Candice said.

"That I was. The best." Heather replied, looking between Denise and 
Cindy. 

"Don't let her fool you. We shanghaied her to fix the timing on the 
generator." Betty chuckled.

"That didn't take too long. Then I was rewarded by a hot shower with two 
of the hottest women on the planet." Heather chuckled. 

"Well, we appreciate you taking a look at the generator. Or we might not 
have had the hot shower." Denise said, leaning over to kiss her lightly. 

Heather almost melted in her seat. There was still something magical 
about Denise. Every kiss thrilled her to her toes. She didn't orgasm, but 
she was a bit shaky when Denise pulled back. Candice watched from the 
side, a bit envious. 

"You know, it just occurred to me. Perhaps you two didn't plan on 
spending the day with us. Not that you could go anywhere with the snow 
as deep as it is out there, but do you need to call anybody and let them 
know you are alright?" Betty asked. 

"We had great delusions of cleaning the apartment today. But we're out of 
school for the holidays. I damn sure would rather be here with you lovely 
ladies than cleaning house." Heather said, snagging Cindy's hand and 
pulling her down into a kiss. 

"And we sure would rather you were here with us than home cleaning 
too." Cindy chuckled, between kisses. 

She made the next one deeper and more passionate. Heather felt herself 
near the edge. Suddenly her body convulsed and a quivering moan 
escaped her lips. 

Denise chuckled a bit. Candice looked even more envious. 

"You know the rules Cindy. No sex at the table during meals." Betty 
teased. 

"We haven't started eating yet." Cindy objected.

"Oh, alright then. Continue." Betty said. 

"Who's having sex at the table?" Jenny asked, coming up on Penelope's 
arm. 

"Cindy. But it's okay. We haven't started eating yet. How was the 
shower?" Betty asked.

"Pretty good. Got engaged." Jenny said. 

Everybody stopped and looked at her. Jenny just smiled and nodded. 
Penelope blushed. 

Denise got to her feet, but Cindy beat her there. She hit her with a flying
hug and kissed her in congratulations. Denise pulled Penelope into her 
arms and hugged her. 

"Congratulations." she said, and then kissed her tenderly. 

Penelope found herself trembling when Denise finally released her. Cindy 
moved in and Denise moved on to Jenny. Heather and Candice were in 
line. Betty not far behind, but she stalled to turn the stove off. 

"What's the deal. We date you for a year and you ask someone else to 
marry you?" Heather teased, hugging Penelope when she got a turn. 

"Actually. Jenny sprung it on you all before I had a chance to ask. The 
idea struck me in the shower. But it was my full intention to ask you two 
as well. I was thinking that we could go along to Aruba with these ladies 
and make it a double wedding." Penelope said. 

Heather was suddenly speechless. 

"Are you serious?" Candice asked, holding onto Jenny. 

"Totally. The question is; Will you and Heather marry Jenny and I?" 
Penelope asked. 

Suddenly Heather was hugging her hard. Tears flowed down her cheeks. 
Candice was hugging Jenny and everyone else was back in line. When 
Heather pulled back finally, Penelope kissed her tenderly. Nobody was 
surprised when she orgasmed, nor when Candice did the same in Jenny's 
arms. 

"So you haven't answered, either of you?" Jenny chuckled. 

"Yes! Oh Yes!" Heather cried. 

"Most certainly, yes!" Candice replied. 

Once again they kissed. Then Heather turned and leapt into Cindy's arms. 
Betty moved in to finally get to kiss Penelope. 

"Fickle woman. Ask me to marry you last night and ask someone else 
today." Betty teased. 

"Hey, you didn't say yes. She did." Penelope teased back. 

"Well this is certainly unexpected. You swore your devotion to me last 
night and accept another woman's proposal today." Denise teased Jenny. 

"Darling. This is just the first step. Since it's a question of how well we
all 
work out with you, I thought the first step was to cement us together. 
That way we all have each other even if you four can't make up your 
minds about us." Jenny replied. 

"You know damn well..... I'm thrilled for you, love." Denise said. 

"Does this mean you can't make love with me?" Cindy asked Heather 
between kisses.

"No way!" Heather said. 

"I was teasing." Cindy said, a bit quiet. 

"Really... I hope that's not what it means. I wouldn't like that at all." 
Heather responded, also quietly. 

"I think we're just going to have to be swingers until these four make up 
their minds about us." Penelope told Cindy. 

"That's not fair. You know Cindy and Andrea just met you last night. 
Give us a chance." Betty said. 

"I'm teasing love. But Jenny only met Heather and Candice last night and 
she's only seen me once before." Penelope said. 

"Yes, well she's an impulsive wench." Denise said, pinching Jenny's butt 
playfully. 

"Well, this calls for a celebration. Cindy, would you snag a bottle of 
champagne from the garage?" Betty asked.

"Yeah... for Mimosa's?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah, the cheap stuff for these trollops." Betty joked. 

"Trollops! Oh, are you going to pay for that. Now I may not marry you 
even if you do make up your mind." Penelope said. 

"That would make me very sad indeed." Betty said, softly. 

Denise sat thoughtfully at the table. Jenny finally got loose and came and
sat in her lap. Denise hugged her to her. 

"I know it seems impulsive to you. But please be happy for me." Jenny 
said. 

"I am, love. I'm thrilled for you. So I take it things worked out well in the
bedroom?" Denise asked. 

"Yes, you could say that. First thing they did was all gang up on me." 
Jenny chuckled. 

"Yeah, but you came back *big time* and had us all gasping for breath." 
Heather said, bending to kiss Jenny on the neck.

"That's my girl... or yours as the case may be." Denise said. 

"I may be marrying others, but I will always be *your* girl." Jenny said. 

Cindy returned with two bottles of champagne and Andrea helped her 
make mimosa's with it. 

"Alright everyone. It's not fancy, but it's ready. Grab-groot and growl. 
Grab a plate, it's self serve." Betty said, fixing her own.

"Oh, it looks lovely. How can you eat sausages and still keep that lovely 
figure?" Penelope asked, moving to fix a plate. 

"They're turkey sausage. Almost half the fat. And I chase girls around all
day long at work." Betty replied.

"You can get paid for that?" Candice asked. 

"Some people can. I told you they were gym teachers." Penelope 
reminded her. 

"Oh, yeah you did. I just didn't relate that to what she just said." Candice
said. 

"In answer to your question, not very much." Betty chuckled.

"I thought Jenny told us you were big into physics." Heather said to 
Denise. 

"I did. She is. She just happens to teach gym at the moment." Jenny said. 

"I intended to teach physics, but they kind of tricked me. After I signed 
my contract I found out that the small print says they can make me teach 
anything." Denise chuckled.

"Still, that's not so bad. You get to see all those nubile young bodies 
undressed everyday." Heather said.

"The cream of the crop is right here. As to the others, I'd rather be 
teaching physics." Denise chuckled.

"Cindy and Andrea are your students?" Candice asked.

"Yes, Denise's." Betty said.

"Couldn't you get in a lot of trouble for that?" Candice asked.

"Undoubtedly. That's one reason why we wished to get to know you and 
Heather a little better before we aired our laundry to you." Denise said. 

"So how did you get together. Did you seduce them?" Heather asked.

"Good heavens no. Denise would never have done that. She would never 
have had anything to do with us at all if it hadn't been for certain 
circumstances. No, my mother asked her to take me home and make love 
to me. So she took a week off and that's almost all we did all week." 
Cindy said. 

"You're kidding, right?" Heather asked.

"Nope. True fact." Cindy said. 

"Your *mother* lined you up with her?" Heather asked. 

"Yup." Cindy said, digging into her breakfast. 

"Alright. Although odd, that explains how you got together with her. How 
about Andrea?" Candice asked.

"Oh... That's easy. At the end of Cindy's week with her, I presented 
myself to her and begged to become her slave. See, Cindy was my 
girlfriend, but Denise stole her from me, only it was really my fault and 
she ran from me cause I was mistreating her. Anyway. I met Denise in the 
park and begged her to let me be her slave. She took me home and fed me 
hot chocolate and then kissed me. The rest is history." Andrea said. 

Candice looked at Andrea like she was pulling her leg. 

"Also a true story." Denise chuckled. 

"Alright, how about Betty. How did you and Denise get together?" 
Heather asked. 

"Oh, well. They hired this science nerd as a coach at school. So I thought
I would be a smart ass so I gave her both ninth grade classes, which are 
the toughest ones to keep in line. She whipped them into line the first day.
Then I walk in the gym one day and this nerd is hanging from the ceiling 
from a rope giving a lecture to the class on how to climb ropes. I was 
dumb struck.. Just for something to say, I asked her to show it to the rest
of my classes. She didn't bat an eye. She climbed that damn rope forty 
feet to the ceiling seven times that day. That's two-hundred-eighty feet of
rope in a single day. I talked her into coming over that night to soak in the
hot tub and I made a pass at her. She checked the first one, but accepted 
the second. Then she proceeded to make the sweetest love on the planet 
to me. I was nailed hook-line and sinker. She was the first person to ever
notice I had a library. She was also the first person to make me feel like a
woman. She's had my heart ever since." Betty said.  

"None of this is anything like I expected. I have a hard time picturing 
either of you as jocks. You are both way too elegant. I can't even fathom 
anybody not picturing you as fully a woman. You're one of the sexiest 
women I ever met." Candice said. 

"Thank you. But it's all true." Betty said. 

"Okay, how about you, Jenny. You've known Denise for a long time. 
How did you get together with her?"  Heather asked.

"I'll take that one." Denise said, "Back in college, I was a victim of a 
sadistic lover who abused me and then left me... in a manner that's not 
proper for discussion at breakfast. Jenny helped me put my life back 
together. I fell in love with her at first sight, but she was straight. We
stayed friends over the years. It's only recently that we got together." 

"Yes, but how did you get together?" Heather repeated. 

"I'll take that part." Jenny said, "Denise contacted me in conjunction with
a problem one of her students was having. In the process of consulting 
with me, we got to discussing seduction. I was a died in the wool hetero. 
I was arrogant enough that I didn't think anybody could convince me 
otherwise. I asked Denise how she would go about seducing me if she 
was going to. She showed me, but left me an out. I insisted, thinking 
myself immune to her charms. She did warn me. But I did not believe her. 
I let her kiss me. The rest is history." Jenny concluded. 

"I can believe that." Candice said, thinking of the night before. 

"Yes, I do believe she could seduce a mother superior if she put her mind 
to it." Cindy chuckled. 

"So... Jenny's the only one of you that Denise actually seduced, and it 
was at her invitation? The rest of you made passes at her?" Heather 
asked. 

"Basically. Yes." Betty said. 

"Alright. How did you get together with Betty, Penelope?" Candice 
asked. 

"You were there. Last night was the first time we ever made love." 
Penelope replied, looking at Betty. 

"For real?" Candice asked.

"Yup. For real." Betty replied, holding Penelope's gaze. 

"God, I would have sworn that you two were long time lovers." Heather 
said. 

"She wasn't into women." Betty said. 

"Could have fooled me." Candice chuckled. 

"Candice, my betrothed, *you* were the first woman I made love with." 
Penelope said. 

Candice stopped chewing and looked up at her. 

"Seriously?" she asked. 

"Seriously. Followed by Heather the same night." Penelope said. 

"Alright, your turn. How did you get together with Heather?" Betty asked 
Candice. 

"Oh, we were roommates in the dorm. Both of us were dating guys. I 
guess we got to be pretty close friends. I went to a party one night and 
got some punch that was spiked with a psychedelic drug of some kind. I 
had a pretty bad time of it. I was hallucinating pretty badly. Nightmare 
images. Heather held me tenderly in her arms all night, and then all the 
next day while I slept. While she was doing it, it was like my soul merged
with hers. When I finally came to... I don't know. I just had to kiss her.
We've been together ever since." Candice said, looking at Heather with 
real affection in her eyes. 

"You've stayed away from drugs ever since?" Denise asked.

"God yes. I never wanted to take them in the first place. I damn sure 
didn't want to after that." Candice said. 

Denise nodded, smiling to herself. 

"So how did you get together with Penelope?" Cindy asked. 

"Oh... We were putting on a show at a party. We usually just stripped 
down to our underwear and then just flash our tits before running off. 
Anyway, we put on this show and then got talked into staying for a beer 
afterwards. Penelope just walked right up to us and asked us to take her 
home with us. She was the most elegant woman I ever saw. I don't know. 
I found myself just nodding at her. Heather didn't know what she had 
said, but I told her once we got Penelope home. God, I was so scared. I 
was going to ask her to leave. I came out from talking to Heather about it,
and before I could say anything I found myself looking into her eyes. She 
reached out her hand to me and I just moved into her arms. Next thing I 
know, we're kissing and I'm a goner." Candice said. 

"Yeah, Candice tells me she's going to throw this lovely lady out, and I 
walk in and she's getting kissed, big time. Only it's not like she's not 
liking it. I find myself sitting down and watching. Next thing I know 
they're undressing each other. Then they're on the bed making love. I 
couldn't look away. I'm fascinated. It's like my eyes are glued to them. 
Then Candice gives her an orgasm and then she gives one back to 
Candice. Only it's massive. Candice is out for the count. Next thing I 
know, this elegant lady has her hand reached out to me and I move in a 
dream. I strip off my clothes and climb into bed with them. Next thing I 
know, I'm in the midst of the biggest orgasm I ever felt. I guess I passed
out too. Next thing, it's morning and Candice and I wake up snuggled to 
either side of this gorgeous woman. She kisses us as tender as a 
snowflake and leaves a number where we can reach her. Asking us to 
please call her sometime." Heather said.     

"I wouldn't have had a clue what to do if Candice hadn't given me that 
first orgasm. I was so scared my teeth were rattling." Penelope said. 

"We had no clue about that. All we knew was that you were the hottest 
thing we ever met. God you were passionate." Candice mused. 

"So what prompted you to ask them to take you home?" Betty asked 
Penelope. 

"I don't know. I was at the party with a guy. He was kind of a jerk. Then 
these two put on their show... I got turned on. *Really* turned on! I 
suddenly realized I wanted them. I didn't even have a clue what that 
meant. But they looked at each other with such tender affection... It just
touched me inside. I looked at the guy I was with and told him to take a 
hike. Then I walked up to Candice and asked her to take me home with 
her." Penelope replied, holding Candice's gaze. 

"Wow. That's romantic." Cindy sighed. 

"So how did you two start doing your show?" Andrea asked.

"Oh.... we were at a party one night. It got pretty rowdy. Some guys 
started teasing me about my breasts. Begging me to show them to them. I 
turned them down. We were pretty broke at the time. Next thing I know, 
they're offering me money to flash them my tits. I kept saying no. They 
kept raising the offer. When it reached a hundred-fifty bucks... Well... I
agreed, on the condition that I just showed them and that nobody tried to 
touch them. They agreed, so I took off my top and opened my bra. They 
paid off. Later, one of the guys from the party said that if I would be 
willing to go down to my panties and put on some kind of show, that he 
could keep me busy with a party a week at least. I talked it over with 
Candice and we worked up a show. I'd seen some male dancer who did 
the cop routine for a wedding shower I was at. We just stole the idea and 
Candice became a police woman. At different times, I've played an 
attorney or a detective. Once an IRS agent. But we usually put on a quick 
show for stag parties and such. Flash our tits and we're outta there." 
Heather said. 

"But you had it all worked out with that box and those damn probes." 
Cindy said. 

"A friend of ours made it up. Penelope asked us right after thanksgiving 
how we'd feel about doing a show for some gay women. At first we 
turned her down, thinking about bull-dykes. But she assured us that you 
were all gorgeous and that we weren't obligated to do anything but our 
show. We figured what the hell. She promised us a bunch of money, but 
I'm not going to take a cent." Heather said. 

"I'm not either. This has been one of the most wonderful times of my 
life." Candice said, looking at Andrea. 

"You girls earned whatever she promised you. I'll match it." Betty said. 

"No!" Heather cried, "It wouldn't be right. We're not prostitutes. We've 
never made love to anybody we put a show on for before this. We've 
never even taken our clothes all the way off in a show before. But Cindy 
got me so hot.... God, I just kept going." she concluded, misty eyed. 

"I got *you* hot? Gosh, I've seldom been so hot. You had me squirming 
in my chair." Cindy said, rolling her eyes. 

"Yeah, well we were totally unprepared for you women. We had no clue 
about the level of passion that we saw last night. I never would have 
*dreamed* that a kiss could cause an orgasm. But before that, I've never 
been so turned on from doing a show. 

Guys look at us like we are chuck steak. You all looked at us like we 
were lovely women. Then you openly shared affection between you. 
Cindy couldn't see behind her, but it was obvious that she was the same 
way. 

I kept seeing Andrea out of the corner of my eyes. Looking at me, 
*admiring* me. Appreciating me. She was so lovely and so hot. God, I 
wanted her. 

I figured out from the pairing up that you others did that Andrea and 
Cindy were usually together. I didn't have a clue that you were *all* 
together. I figured that if Heather paired up with Cindy, that I might have
a ghost of a chance with Andrea. 

I never expected for us to be invited to spend the night. Nor did I expect
it when Cindy and Andrea made *love* to us on the sofa after the rest of 
you went to bed. I never experienced anything like it in my whole life. 
Then they took us off singly to bed. 

Last night was one of the most special moments in my life. I know now 
why that is so. Andrea said it this morning. You make *love* here, you 
don't just have sex. You made *love* to us last night, then again this 
morning when we woke up. Then when we went off into the bedroom 
with Jenny, *she* made love with us and Penelope made *love* with us. 
Then Heather and I made love, *real love*, for the first time. We never 
knew how before. 

Everything was different. Penelope was different. Heather was different. 
And I was different. Love made us different. I like it and I don't ever want
to give it up. 

I also don't ever want to give a show for anybody else ever again. I don't
ever want to be looked at like a piece of meat again. I want to be looked 
at like you all looked at me. I want to know that again and again as long 
as I live." Candice said, tears streaming down her cheeks.   

Denise and Betty looked at each other. Then they shared a look with 
Andrea and Cindy. There was consensus all around. 

"Finish your breakfast, cause we've got a lot of loving to do yet." Denise
said, softly. 

Candice looked at her with hope in her eyes. Denise's heart melted at the 
sight. Candice wasn't interested in food at the moment. Denise set down 
her fork and wiped her lip, then she calmly got to her feet. She moved to 
Candice's side and took her hand. Candice shakily got to her feet and 
suddenly Denise swept her into her arms and carried her to the guest 
room. 

"I was next." Betty mused, "There she goes again, sweeping women 
away from me right under my nose." 

"If you are looking for volunteers, perhaps I could console you?" Heather 
offered. 

Betty looked at her and smiled radiantly at her. She set down her fork and
wiped her lip as Denise had. Heather was already on her feet when she 
reached her. Betty swept her into her arms and carried her right up the 
stairs. 

"You wish to flip a coin to decide which one of these lovely ladies we 
get? We know Jenny is outstanding and phenomenal. But I find Penelope 
quite intriguing."
Cindy asked Andrea.  

"Why don't you two go ahead. I think that Andrea and I are overdue for a 
little cuddle." Jenny said, holding Andrea's gaze. 

Andrea blushed and nodded. 

"Why don't we finish our breakfast first. We need not be so impetuous. 
And I don't know if I trust myself carrying you." Cindy told Penelope. 

"Suits me perfectly. I'll carry you." Penelope said. 

"I'll be back in a moment. I need to turn the heat back up out there." 
Andrea said, heading out the French doors. 

"I'll re-stoke the fire while your at it." Jenny volunteered, heading to do
it. 

Andrea came back in shivering. 

"It's not so bad out there. The coldest part is passing between here and 
the extension." Andrea said. 

"Not a worry. I'll keep her warm." Penelope said, gazing at Cindy. 

Cindy set her fork down and wiped her lip. She took a sip of mimosa and 
then nodded to Penelope. She enjoyed being carried by her almost as 
much as by Denise. 



"I guess it's just me and you, love. You want to go right out or would you
like to snuggle by the fire for a bit?" Jenny asked. 

"By the fire. I'd like to finish my orange juice.... I guess we need to talk."

Andrea said. 

"If you wish. Or we can just snuggle or even make love. Whichever you 
prefer." Jenny said. 

"You know I love making love with you. But first off I'd just like to 
snuggle and talk." Andrea said, refilling her orange juice. 

"Refresh mine too, if you would be so kind, please." Jenny asked, holding 
her glass out. 

Andrea refilled her glass and they made their way over to the sofa. Jenny 
sat down and set her glass on the end table. Andrea snuggled to her 
happily. 

"I guess Denise told you about my folks....." Andrea began. 

Jenny held Andrea tenderly and listened. Andrea told her everything, 
tears rolling down her cheeks. Jenny just comforted her and listened. 
Finally Andrea cried herself out. Jenny just holding her tenderly. Then 
they started talking again. Jenny asking Andrea questions that would lead 
her to stable answers. Lastly, they just snuggled together for a time, just
being close and happy. Finally Andrea lifted her lips to Jenny and kissed 
her tenderly. After a time the kiss deepened. Then Andrea stood and led 
Jenny out to the makeshift bed. The bond between them stronger than 
ever, their love making making it more so. 

------------------------

Denise lay with Candice snuggled to her side. She was sleeping 
peacefully. Denise enjoying the feel of the young woman's body against 
hers. At first their session had been one of frenzied passion. Almost 
rough. Then one of tenderness. Then Denise performed the same exercise 
she had with Cindy and Jenny with her, where they looked into each 
others eyes and so forth. Candice's reactions predictable, but rewarding 
for both of them. After the final segment, Candice had fallen into a 
peaceful nap. Denise didn't sleep. She was contemplative. 

There wasn't a thing wrong with Candice. She was adorable. She was 
pretty, sexy, sensual, bright, compassionate, sensitive, loving, generous,
kind, brave and sweet. Denise was struck by the concept that she was 
much like Andrea would have developed into had her life been different. 
But that wasn't really valid or fair, to either Andrea or Candice. Andrea 
may not have turned out that way. She may well have developed into a 
sniveling bitch, or any other thing. Conversely, Candice may have as 
well. But the feeling remained with Denise. There was a special attraction
between the two women. They *clicked* together. Denise realized that 
Candice, in her normality,  might well be the next step in Andrea's 
treatment. 

Denise sighed. Was that fair to Candice? To fit her into that role? Or did
Denise have any choice about that. Hadn't they picked each other out? 
Did Denise have anything at all to do with it? She didn't know. But she 
did know that Candice would make a loving and loyal wife to them all. 
She leaned and softly kissed Candice on her forehead. Candice stirred 
and her lips sought out Denise's. She rolled atop her as the kiss deepened.

Afterwards they lay together softly caressing each other. 

"I will love you forever." Candice said. 

"I'm afraid your stuck in my heart too, darling. I love you too." Denise 
replied.

"Afraid?" Candice asked.

"Yes.... I was not prepared to feel so strongly about you this fast. It 
scares me a bit." Denise said. 

"Why should it scare you?" Candice asked, snuggling to her. 

"Because it's not just my heart alone. And if you aren't really who my 
heart says you are, then it could seriously affect the lives of others I care
very deeply for. I don't have the insurance policy that time provides. The
assurance that your heart is consistent over time. That your actions and 
behavior are consistent over time. That your motives are pure. My heart 
does not doubt that. It loves you now, unconditionally and completely. 
My mind forces caution into my thoughts in the form of fear. You're quite 
a lady, lady. I don't see a thing wrong with you and it scares the hell out
of me." Denise admitted. 

"Me? Scare you? That's almost humorous. God lady do you have a clue 
just how dynamic and hot you are? Think back years ago. Say to your 
eighteenth birthday. How would you have felt if a woman had come along 
and pulled you tenderly into her arms and kissed you like the sun had just
come up for the first time. Your body convulsing in orgasm from the 
sheer passion of the kiss. Then she took you off to bed and taught you 
that that was just the beginning of passion. That her eyes could trip you 
over. That the touch of her nipples upon yours would send you into 
blissful ecstasy. Before that you've known love as the world knows love. 
As a shady, hazy, warm fuzzy thing that is never defined but you think 
you feel it with someone you've spent time with and become familiar 
with. Suddenly the meaning of love is defined for you as sharply as the 
facets of a diamond. It applies to not only your encounter with this 
goddess, but is clarified to crystal sharpness to those you *thought* you 
loved before. Now you *know* it. That's what you've done to me. And 
you say I scare you? 

Give me a break lady! 

You're the closest thing this world's ever seen to a real goddess. And you
scare me to my very soul; Because I *love* you. Far in excess of any 
feeling I ever felt in my life. I am powerless against you. Whatever dark 
secrets you or the others may share are insignificant to me. You could 
have a dozen burned babies buried in the back yard and I would still be 
helplessly in love with you and the others." Candice said, tears running 
down her cheeks. 

Denise hugged her to her. She found herself crying too. They held each 
other close for a long time. Finally the tears abated. Denise lifted 
Candice's chin and their lips met again. The kiss was long and sweet. 
Both women suddenly convulsed in the midst of it, but it didn't affect the
tenderness of the kiss at all. It was just there. 

"There are no burnt babies buried in the back yard. But there are things 
that society would find abhorrent. My heart trusts you more than it has 
ever trusted anyone. But my honor demands that I take the time to know 
you intellectually before I can reveal any more. Will you grant me that 
time?" Denise asked.

"Yes, gladly." Candice said, moving to find her lips again. 

It was a long time before they spoke again with anything but their mutual 
passion. 

------------------------

 Heather leaned against the headboard gazing out across the vista of 
Betty's svelte nude body. 

"So perfect." she thought, gently laying her fingertips on the soft skin of a
breast and tracing it's curves slowly. 

She closed her eyes and savored the feel of the skin beneath her fingers 
for a moment. Then she again was drawn to gaze out across the vista. Her 
eyes caught the shiny protrusion of Betty's oversized clitoris. A wave of 
affection caught her. When it was first revealed to her, she was at once 
shocked and delighted. But she could feel Betty's insecurity about it. 
"How pretty." she had said. The resultant effect upon Betty's passion was 
reward far in excess of the compliment. Afterward Betty had opened up 
to her and told her her story. How it had affected her from puberty, how 
the world had teased her and how Denise had come along and eased her 
pain with a few words. In the midst of her compassion and growing love 
for Betty, her affection, love and respect for Denise had grown 
exponentially as well. 

Heather had not had a very complicated life. But she had known part of 
what Betty had. The world teased her as a tomboy because she adored 
her father and had subsequently learned his trade from being around him 
and his work. In high school, she knew far more about cars and engines 
than any of the car crazy boys she had dated. She went through countless 
cycles of them at first being elated, then hungry for her presence, then a
slow withdrawal where they relegated her to a different category. Not a 
girlfriend, but a unique mechanic. Soon they were dating other girls who 
more closely fit their definitions of what girls were supposed to be. 

She had told Betty of this and somehow it had bonded them like epoxy. 
But when Betty had slipped off into a sweet sleep after their bonding 
passion, Heather remained awake, just admiring her form. Denise was 
right. Betty was *all* woman. She was sexy and sensual and infinitely 
desirable. She also treated Heather the same way. 

Betty stirred under her soft touch and turned to face her with love in her
eyes. Heather returned the look and the love with all her conviction. 

--------------------------

Penelope sat holding the beautiful young girl in her arms. But she wasn't 
just a girl. She was as much a woman as anyone Penelope had ever 
known. She was mature and talented. She was caring and compassionate. 
She was bright and empathic. She loved freely and openly. She would 
talk freely and openly about *almost* anything. She was fiercely loyal to 
her other loves. Penelope looked down at her and the firm young body 
before her seemed to ooze sensuality. Although the skin was soft and 
young, the body was mature and sexy. 

Cindy was not at all what Penelope was prepared for her to be as a 
sixteen year old girl. Cindy was a highly desirable *woman*. Penelope 
could find no fault in either Denise or Betty for making love with her. 

Denise *hadn't* seduced Cindy. Betty *hadn't* taken her against her will. 

Penelope now knew almost the whole story of how Cindy happened to be 
there. Cindy had told her of her and Andrea's breakup without being too 
specific about the reasons. She had related her feelings of despair that had
driven her to try to take her life. (What a tragedy and loss *that* would 
have been!) Then she told Penelope how her mother had figured out the 
root cause of her despair and of her invitation to Denise. Then she leaned
of the wondrous week Cindy had spent with Denise. How she was gentle 
and kind. Loving and caring. How she had taken the poor girl from her 
broken dregs to a safe plateau of self-confidence. How she had nurtured 
the girl and guided her gently. How she had given her back her freedom 
of choice, not taken it from her as one would surmise from superficial 
observation. 

No, Cindy was a woman alright. A very desirable woman. Not just a 
sixteen year old girl. 

Denise.... She was something else. She was a woman in her prime. A 
prime that far exceeded anything that Penelope had ever dreamed could 
exist for anybody. Denise was *nobility* in the purest sense of the term. 
She wasn't a drunken lord or lady. But she embodied all the attributes 
nobility *should* portray.   

Penelope knew she would be powerless against Cindy's charms. Anytime 
the young woman came to her, Penelope would succumb to her. If she 
didn't come to her, Penelope would find herself driven to go to Cindy. 
There was an air about Cindy; Instinctively Penelope felt safe with her. 
She felt she would be safe telling her anything. She could reveal anything
to Cindy and it would never, ever come back on her. Hurting others just 
wasn't in Cindy's nature. Not purposefully and not unintentionally. Loving
*was* in Cindy's nature. It was her *very* nature, and Penelope knew she 
would succumb to it again and again for as long as she lived. That was 
just fine with Penelope. 

Then there was Denise..... Penelope felt a great pride in Betty's choice of
mates. Denise was someone all the world would love and desire. Women 
who had never had a single thought of loving another woman -and who 
might even have found the concept abhorrent- would suddenly find their 
foundations crumbling in her presence. Men would do or say anything to 
get near to her, fruitlessly, as Denise was not one to succumb to empty 
promises or deception. She would see through a person as if they were a 
sparkling clean pane of glass. But she would never use what she saw as a 
weapon. She would never reveal to another a persons inner secrets that 
she could discern so easily and naturally. 

Penelope trusted Denise. At the same time she scared the hell out of her. 
She knew that with a glance Denise could see the shallowness of the 
existence she had led. With a look she would melt Penelope inside and 
Penelope's own sense of self respect would drive her to become a greater 
person. But Penelope was *ready* to become a greater person. She knew 
that she would be drawn to Denise like a moth to a flame, but that Denise 
would gently protect her wings from becoming singed. There was an 
inexorable power about Denise and Penelope was thoroughly and 
blissfully enfolded in it's soft, unyielding reign.  

Cindy stirred in her arms and Penelope met her lips like an old and 
trusted lovers. 

--------------------------

There was a new ease and contentment about Andrea, as if she had faced 
the refiners fire and survived. All her scars burnt clean and gone. 
Converted to strength, purpose and direction. There was a new bond 
between her and Jenny too. Now they were free to laugh and joke with 
each other. In their discussion, Jenny had peered into her heart and neatly
cataloged every fear, passion, desire and motivation. She had also done 
the same with Bobby and her folks. Then they had talked about the 
growth of the family. The *Alvey clan*. What Andrea had felt and 
experienced with Candice the night before. How she felt about each of 
them. How she felt and what she expected of the others in the core group. 
How she adored each and every one of them. How she felt guilt over her 
treatment of Cindy {the more so from Cindy's treatment of her.} She 
talked about her hopes and dreams for the future. 

To Jenny's surprise, Andrea had settled on cultural anthropology as a 
direction for her studies. Jenny was the first to learn of this. Andrea told
her of her motivations in learning it. To understand how customs evolved. 
Jenny saw what a natural direction of study this was for Andrea, given 
her involvement in something forbidden by one of the strongest taboos in 
the world. 

With Andrea's new ease... Jenny felt more at ease with her herself. As if a
part of her was suddenly free from concern. She no longer had to watch 
every word, syllable or inflection. She no longer had to be concerned 
over her body language and it's possible interpretation. She was free to 
love, give and accept for the sheer joy of loving, giving and accepting. 

Jenny used a lock of Andrea's hair to tickle her ear. Suddenly Andrea 
rolled atop her and tickled her ribs. Both were laughing and happy. The 
laughter faded and an easy, carefree loving began and escalated. 

----------------------------

The lights flickered and dimmed, then faded out. The house silent from 
the previous intrusion of the noise from the generator and the subtle 
noises it fed such as the furnace blowers. At first, everybody sighed in 
relief and reveled in the silence. Then they began to realize the 
repercussions of the silence. 

"Guess it ran out of gas." Denise mused. 

"Oh... I guess we ought to do something about it." Candice admitted. 

"Yes.. But I am reluctant to leave your arms." Denise admitted. 

"No more reluctant than I am to have you leave them." Candice admitted. 

"Fear not, we shall have days and nights of love in plenty in years to 
come." Denise said, softly kissing Candice's forehead. 

"Mmm that's nice. Perfect in fact, but at this moment I am reluctant to 
release you." Candice said, snuggling to her. 

"We could go together." Denise offered. 

Candice looked at her a moment. Love in her eyes. Downright star struck 
with love. But she saw something in Denise. 

"You're driven, aren't you? You feel compelled to go. Your nature tells 
you that it needs to be done and the fact of that compels you to act, at the
cost of your own momentary comfort." Candice said. 

"You see me clearly, love." Denise admitted. 

"And what would happen if you didn't go?" Candice asked. 

Denise was struck by the question. She pondered it for a time. 

"You see, by your actions, your desire to do for others... You rob from 
them the opportunity to be competent and responsible themselves. I only 
say this because I know how much you love them all. I know how you 
have been -and still are- a mentor to them. Particularly to Cindy and 
Andrea. But if you do for them every time, they cannot evolve. They 
cannot fully grow into the very thing you desire so much to guide them 
into." Candice said. 

"Am I so transparent to you and so blind to myself?" Denise mused. 

"No... I would not have seen it had this moment of darkness and silence 
not arrived. Had I not seen your pressing desire to act. Your *need* to 
act. It's an obsession with you. And I do not point this out to be hurtful. I
am driven to tell you this because of the depth of feeling for you that 
pervades my soul. I desire you to be all you desire to be. I see your 
obsession binds you and that hurts me. I see it preventing the evolution of
those you love and that hurts me. 

At the same time I am torn between letting you follow your desires and 
following my own. I feel guilty for desiring to hold you in my arms. Like I
am being selfish of your love and touch. Well I *am* a bit selfish. We all
are at times. I ask you to consider not going for the reasons of my own 
selfishness; desiring to hold you in my arms, and my desire for you to 
attain for others what you desire for them. Also your desire for me. I am 
selfish of that as well. I crave it as strongly as you feel your obsession to
act." Candice said, tears in her eyes. 

"My, you are a purely passionate soul. I *like* that in a woman. I 
succumb to your desires... partially. I shall remain for the time being. I
shall put aside my obsession to act, until it is truly important that I do so.

That being when the environment intrudes upon us and threatens to 
damage us or our possessions. If people or pipes threaten to freeze -
probably the pipes first- then and only then will I act. If someone else 
deals with it in the interim, then super." Denise said. 

"You know what? You're kind of cute." Candice chuckled. 

"So are you, my love. So are you." Denise said, pulling her atop her. 

------------------

"What's up?" Betty asked, lightly caressing Heather's back with her finger
tips. 

"Generator's stopped. It probably ran out of gas." Heather said, pulling 
some stockings onto her feet. 

"Oh... I'll go with you." Betty said, sitting up and feeling around in the
dark for her clothes. 

"No need. You can stay warm and comfortable under the covers. I'll deal 
with it." Heather said, turning to kiss Betty softly. 

"No, I wish to come. The bed would not be the same without you. 
Besides.... I think the gas can is probably empty." Betty said. 

"Have you a siphon hose?" Heather asked. 

"Let's see... Yes. Just inside the lower cupboard on the right in the 
garage. One of those ball hand pump things. I bought it to put in the trunk
of my car and it never made it there." Betty said, pulling her panties and
Jeans on. 

"Good deal! I *hate* the taste of gasoline... It also puts a damper on 
loving." Heather chuckled, leaning to kiss Betty once more. 

"Why would you ever taste gasoline?" Betty asked, pulling on her sports 
bra and feeling for her blouse. 

"You never siphoned gasoline?" Heather asked. 

"No, wasn't part of my education." Betty chuckled. 

"Lucky you. But I can explain the physics of it without you having to 
taste gas. You suck a vacuum into a hose with your mouth. This draws 
gasoline up into the other end. Then gravity takes over and the gasoline in
the hose falls and runs out the open end. The falling weight of the 
gasoline pulls a further vacuum on the input end, drawing more gasoline 
into it. The only trick is that the output end has to be lower than the input
end. The trick is to draw enough gasoline into the hose for gravity to take
over and to get your mouth out of the way before the gasoline hits it. If 
you miss the first time. Well, you just gotta taste gas. As a trickle of it
will always run down to the output end and get into your mouth while you 
are trying the second time." Heather explained, pulling her shoes on. 

"All I never wanted to know about siphoning gas. But thank you love. It 
may save my butt sometime down the road." Betty chuckled. 

"Saving that illustrious butt is about the most worthy cause I could 
possibly think of."  Heather chuckled, caressing it with her hand. 

"Illustrious huh?" Betty asked, chuckling. 

"Yes, you know; splendid, wonderful, glorious." Heather said, pulling 
Betty onto her lap.    

"I know the term. I just never thought of my butt as being illustrious." 
Betty said, kissing Heather softly on the cheek. 

"Well it is. You should see it from my perspective. Your whole body not 
only borders on perfection, but it redefines perfection to a higher 
standard." Heather said, lightly caressing her. 

"Mmm I think you're pretty cute too." Betty said, nuzzling her ear. 

"What about the generator?" Heather asked. 

"Later." Betty said, finding her lips. 



Penelope stirred, feeling Cindy's movement. She must have dozed off 
after her blissfully satisfying session with Cindy earlier.  

"Where are you going?" she asked, feeling Cindy's location with her hand 
as she dressed beside her.  

"Generator's out. Denise and the others are probably asleep. If I don't get
it started then it will get cold and the pipes will freeze." Cindy replied.

"Mmm Okay, I'll help. You know about motors?" Penelope asked, sitting 
up and feeling around for her clothes.  

"I know how to check a gas tank." Cindy chuckled. 

"Mmm something I'm qualified for too. We'll check it together." Penelope 
said, feeling around for her clothes. 

"No need. You can stay here warm and cozy. I'll do what needs to be 
done." Cindy said, bending to kiss Penelope. 

"No, the bed just wouldn't be as nice or cozy without you. I shall come 
and observe your competence." Penelope said afterward. 

"You know... You kind of scared me before. But not anymore." Cindy 
said, thoughtfully. 

"Me? What's scary about me? I'm nothing." Penelope said. 

"That's not true. You're lovely, sophisticated and poised. You're an 
heiress and used to getting things your own way. The first part scared me,
the latter made me a bit distrustful. But now I know better. You're a 
loving, purring pussycat. I wasn't even sure if I'd like you before I met 
you and now I find I'm in love with you." Cindy said. 

"Mmm *Meow*. It's *you* who made me *purrrrr*." Penelope said, 
leaning to nuzzle Cindy's neck.   

"Mmm stop that.. for now. More purring later. For now, hurry up if you're 
coming." Cindy chuckled.

"Yes love." Penelope said, giving up the attack and pulling on her clothes.

  

"Mmm." Jenny said, stretching like a cat, "What's up?" 

"The generator's gone quiet, the power's still out and nobody has done 
anything about it yet. I think they're probably asleep. I'm going to check
it." Andrea said. 

"Oh, can I watch?" Jenny asked, admiring Andrea's responsibility and 
quite willing to let her exhibit it. 

"Sure, come on." Andrea said, then stopped dressing herself for a moment 
and kissed Jenny softly on the lips. 

"That, was to thank you for earlier." Andrea said softly, afterward. 

"Mmm thank *you*. My pleasure. Anytime you wish to talk or wrestle 
you just give me a whistle." Jenny chuckled. 

Andrea whistled out an admirative -but quiet- wolf whistle. 

"The latter when we get back." she said. 



Cindy, Andrea, Penelope and Jenny met in the hall on the way to the 
house. 

"Hello, loves. You up for the same reason?" Cindy asked. 

"Generator's quiet?" Andrea asked. 

"Yup." Cindy chuckled. 

"Mmm. I'm kind of hungry too. Perhaps we can persuade these two 
*darling* creatures to investigate the food situation while we muddle 
through getting the lights back on?" Andrea asked.

"Sure, glad too. Especially when you refer to me in that manner." 
Penelope demurred. 

"Yes, glad too. You silver tongued sweet talker." Jenny said. 

"She pegged it right on as far as I'm concerned." Cindy chuckled. 

"Mmm do you now. Perhaps we could swap partners afterwards, not that 
there's anything wrong with the one I was with." Jenny asked. 

"You know your lips are always welcome on mine or anywhere else on 
me." Cindy said, kissing Jenny's cheek as they passed into the darkened 
house. 

"I can think of a few dozen spots where they'd like to be." Jenny said, 
caressing Cindy's thigh. 

"Looks like we've been dumped by these two fickle women. What say we 
console each other later?" Andrea asked Penelope as she felt atop the 
refrigerator for the flashlight. 

"It's a date. Oh good, light." Penelope said, kissing Andrea in reward. 

"Mmmm that's good too. Yes, let's see. Candles in this drawer for you 
two while Cindy and I use the flashlight." Andrea said, searching for 
them. 

She found the candle sticks and matches. Cindy came up with a pair of 
empty wine bottles from the garbage. Andrea placed the candles in them 
and lit them. Cindy used the light to find and place plastic coffee can lids
under the bottles to prevent wax from getting on the table. Penelope and 
Jenny sat back watching the young women's competence in a proud, 
benevolent manner. 

"Okay, that should do you in here. Andrea and I will go check the gas 
tank." Cindy said .

"Oh... is there any gas in the can?" Jenny asked. 

"No... I remember Denise dumping most all the can into the tank. But 
maybe there is another can or something." Cindy said. 

"Here, there's a gallon in my trunk. I always carry one." Jenny said, 
proffering her keys from her purse. 

"Great! Isn't that dangerous though?" Andrea asked, taking the keys. 

"Jake got me a special emergency can. It's sealed tight from leaking 
fumes. You have to pull a tab to unseal it. The only danger is from 
collision, but I keep it in the center of the trunk so it won't get crushed if
I 
get rear ended." Jenny said. 

"Oh... okay. Thanks." Andrea said, leading Cindy to the garage. 

Cindy took the light and used the stick Denise had used earlier to check 
the tank. She turned it over and used the clean end so she wouldn't 
contaminate any gasoline that might remain. The stick came out with just 
the very tip wet. 

"Yup. Out of gas." Cindy said. 

"I'll get the can from Jenny's car." Andrea said, moving to the garage 
door. 

"Here, let me help you get the door up. No power. You have to pull on 
this rope to release it. You pull on it while I lift." Cindy said, moving to
the door. 

"Why don't you pull on it while I lift?" Andrea argued. 

"Come on love, it's not that big a deal. Let's just do it. You can trudge out
in the snow as your part." Cindy chuckled. 

Andrea reached up and tugged on the rope. The door rolled shut. Cindy 
chuckled and bent and lifted it again. When it was high enough, she 
called for Andrea to release the rope. She did so and the door locked into
place. 

Outside the storm had passed. The air was sharply cold and fresh and 
pure. The clouds had departed and stars sparkled like diamonds in the 
sky. A crescent moon lit the snowbound landscape just bright enough to 
define it and raise sparkles on it's surface. 

"Oh how lovely!" Cindy gasped.

Andrea came up and wrapped her arms around her from behind and 
kissed her softly on the neck before resting her cheek next to hers. 

"Almost as lovely as you." she said. 

"Mmm thank you love. Seems a shame to track up that lovely view just 
for a gas can." Cindy said, leaning back against her. 

"Mmm I agree. Let's just share it for a moment." Andrea said. 

Cindy nodded her head and continued the movement, rubbing her cheek 
against Andrea's as they gazed out at the diamonds and sparkles. 

"Mmm you know what?" Andrea asked, after a few minutes.

"Yeah, it's cold as hell out here. Enough sharing of the wonders of nature.
Let's get this done and get inside." Cindy chuckled, shivering. 

"My thoughts exactly." Andrea said, separating herself and plunging out 
into the snow. 

The snow hit her just below her knees. She trudged through it to Jenny's 
car. Her hands shaking with cold as she fumbled to get the right key into 
the lock. Her darling saved her as a beam of light splashed on the lock 
and her hands. She called her thanks to Cindy as she opened the trunk. 
She quickly grabbed the can and pushed the trunk shut. Trudging right 
back along her outgoing path. Cindy hugged her a bit to warm her and 
took the can from her hand. 

Cindy got the can opened and poured it into the generator as Andrea 
brushed the snow off her pants and from around her socks. Cindy gave it 
a moment to filter down into the carburetor. She could hear the sound of 
liquid gurgling in the float bowl. The flashlight revealed the clear plastic
fuel filter filling up. When it quit filling Cindy stepped to the other end of

the generator. 

"Let's see. How do you start this? This crank?" Andrea asked. 

"The first time. But maybe the battery is up now." Cindy said, stabbing at
the start button. 

The generator suddenly cranked, startling both girls. Cindy held her 
thumb on the button for a moment, then released it and pulled out the 
choke like Denise had. She cranked it again and the engine coughed once. 
She pushed in the choke again and once again cranked it. This time the 
engine caught and slowly came up to speed. 

"Very good, my love. You get an *A* and a kiss." Andrea said, hugging 
Cindy and kissing her cheek. 

"The dynamic duo strike again! Ain't we a team? I'll collect a real kiss 
inside though." Cindy said, leading Andrea toward the door. 

She stopped at the door and hit the garage door opener. She closed the 
door just down to where it would let air into the garage before she 
stopped it. 

"You think of everything." Andrea beamed, leading her inside. 

---------------------

Penelope and Jenny grinned at each other when the lights came up. 
Elsewhere in the house there were other grins as the sound of the 
generator and the heater kicking on met their ears. 

---------------------

"I wonder who fixed it?" Denise asked, holding a breathless Candice in 
her arms. 

Candice chuckled. 

"Now my love, I release you to go praise whomever it was." she said, 
kissing Denise softly on her neck. 

"You do see through me, don't you." Denise asked, chagrined. 

"No my love. I see *into* you and I'm thrilled to my soul by what I see."
Candice said, softly. 

"Perhaps I can praise them later." Denise said, kissing Candice on the 
forehead. 

"Nope." Candice said, rolling away, "We've indulged my selfishness long 
enough. Besides, I'm hungry. You're like Chinese food. A half-hour later I
want some more. But that's an endless cycle the won't fill my stomach." 

"Slave driver. Get me all worked up and then abandon me to my 
obsessions." Denise chuckled. 

"Yup. Because I love you..... And I do love you." Candice said, leaning 
back to share a tender kiss. 

"Mmm I love you too..." Denise said, faltering. 

"I know. We'll take whatever time it takes." Candice said, hugging her. 

She finally pulled away and they dressed. 

----------------------

"Seems someone else figured out it was out of gas." Heather said. 

"Yes, it would seem so." Betty said, nuzzling her ear. 

"So feed me." Heather chuckled. 

"Your wish is my command, my lady." Betty said. 

"Ooh, I like that. We'll work on other commands after you feed me." 
Heather cooed.   

"I hope nobody had to taste gas." Betty said. 

"If they did, we will kiss them anyway. But after you feed me." Heather 
said. 

"Alright, love. I get the point." Betty said, getting to her feet and reaching

back to help Heather up. 

"What point? Did I mention I was a little hungry?" Heather chuckled, 
getting to her feet. 

As she got up it was inevitable they would end up hugging. They stayed 
this way a moment before Betty finally pulled away. 

"No, I don't think you did. But I am too, so stop lolly gagging." she said,
pulling Heather with her. 

"You know I have the urge to pinch that illustrious butt of yours." 
Heather teased. 

"As long as you kiss it better afterwards." Betty said.

"Count on it, so it will have to wait until I feed you." Heather chuckled.



They met up with Denise and Candice at the foot of the stairs. 

"Look out! There's another pair of hungry women." Heather chuckled. 

"Yes, let's feed them and then have our way with them." Betty said. 

"What a great plan." Heather said, nodding her head. 

The women were drawn together. Betty to Denise and Heather to 
Candice. They each shared a special look of understanding. Knowing that 
they all had shared something very special and good. They kissed 
tenderly and then moved arm in arm to the kitchen. 

"On it's way, loves." Andrea said, looking up from her mixing. 

"Yes, it looks to me like a whole passel of hungry women." Cindy 
chuckled, moving to greet them. 

"Andrea is showing me how to make pizza." Penelope said, lifting her 
head from her observations.

"She makes great pizza. Who got the lights back on?" Denise asked. 

"That would be these two talented and resourceful young women here." 
Jenny said, indicating Cindy and Andrea. 

The two of them dimpled. Andrea put her finger under her chin and 
curtsied. 

"Yes, we are resourceful to the extent of using the gas can Jenny had in 
her trunk." Cindy chuckled. 

"Shhh. They think we're wizards." Andrea said. 

"You are wizards and I am extremely proud of both of you for taking the 
initiative and making the investigation." Denise said, pulling Andrea into
her arms and kissing her softly. 

Andrea suddenly felt her eyes mist over Denise's praise. She hugged her 
back and then went back to her pizza. Denise turned to Cindy and hugged 
and kissed her too. 

"Thank you love. It was nothing." Cindy said. 

"No, it was something. And I *am* proud of you." Denise said. 

Cindy found herself blushing, but she kissed Denise on the cheek and 
then went back to shredding cheese. 

"So you got the can from Jenny's trunk. How was it out there? Is the 
storm over. Are the other peoples lights on?" Candice asked. 

"It's absolutely lovely. And cold as shit. All we saw was darkness and 
snow for as far as the eye could see." Cindy said. 

"And diamond sparkling stars in the crystal clear sky accompanied by a 
crescent moon lighting up the carpet of snow. It's truly lovely and as 
Cindy says; cold as shit." Andrea said. 

"Huh... to be out this long, it must be a general blackout. Maybe we'd 
better turn on the radio or TV." Denise mused. 

"The radio please, not the TV." Betty requested. 

"Yes, not the TV."  they all agreed. 

"Easy loves. I'm not very fond of it either." Denise said, heading for the
stereo. 

"Unless there is a sappy old movie on to snuggle to." Cindy chuckled. 

"Nothing wrong with that." Heather agreed.   

AM radio -where all the news channels were- was washed out with a 
whining static from the generator. But Denise located a news broadcast 
on a local FM station. The blackout was indeed area wide. The 
authorities recommended letting taps drip to keep them from freezing and 
that people bundle and huddle together. The power company was 
working on clearing the lines and sections were beginning to light up, but
it might be as late as noon the next day before power was fully restored. 
Residents were urged to stay at home. The roads were treacherous. If 
they needed to, they could run their cars for a short time to warm up. But
they should not sleep in a running car or run their car in an enclosed 
garage. With the roads as slick as they were, they should *not* drive. 
Emergency heaters and generators were being delivered to nursing 
homes. The highway crews would be out all night working on the roads. 
If people found themselves in life threatening situations, they should call
the emergency services, but otherwise hunker down and try to keep 
warm. 

"Okay, loves. How much gas did you put in the generator?" Denise 
asked. 

"Just a gallon. That was all Jenny had." Cindy said. 

"Okay, as this sounds like the power could be out all night, I guess we 
ought to consider siphoning some gas from one of the cars as a gallon 
isn't going to last that long." Denise said. 

"There's a hand pump siphon hose in the cupboard under the right hand 
side of the workbench. Heather and I were talking about that earlier when 
the girls got the power on." Betty offered. 

"Well, we can worry about that after dinner. The gallon should last that 
long. Anyone notice when it quit running?" Denise asked.

Everybody shook their head. 

"Too bad, we could estimate running time. But I only put about one and 
two-thirds gallon into it to start with. So I'm sure it's less than a gallon
per 
hour." Denise said. 

"Look at the running meter. It should have stopped when it ran out of gas.
It's only been on now for twenty minutes. The meter read 2648.2 when 
we started it earlier." Heather said. 

"Ooh, I do like an observant woman. So we just subtract point three 
hours from the scale and then subtract the earlier reading and divide one 
point six by that to get our flow rate." Denise said, snagging the 
flashlight. 

"Take your coat if you're going out, love. It's really quite bitter out
there." 
Cindy said. 

"Yes, and if you are prone to become ambitious while you are out there -
as I know you likely to be- then be extremely careful dumping gasoline 
into a hot and running generator." Heather advised. 

"Gosh, good point. Thank you for reminding me.." Denise said, snagging 
her coat from the closet. 

Betty grabbed hers too. Cindy was grinning at Heather. 

"What?" she asked. 

"It's like having two Denises around. At least we know things will be 
done correctly." Cindy chuckled. 

"You did just fine, love. I just want to see if I can extend it till morning."

Denise said, stopping by to kiss Cindy on the neck. 

"I know love. I worked within the limits of my knowledge and resources. 
I accept you have more of the prior. But actually, we were discussing 
siphoning gas from one of the cars when Jenny volunteered the can in her 
trunk." Cindy said, grinning. 

Betty and Denise stepped out into the garage. Denise read the meter and 
calculated the flow rate. Then looked at the capacity on the tank. She was
thinking about that when Betty announced: "Six point four hours per 
tank." 

Denise shook her head and nodded. 

"Yes, you figured that?" she asked. 

"Yes, from this specification plate listing approximate running time per 
tank." Betty chuckled, pointing at the metal plate Denise had used earlier
to read capacity from. 

"Smart ass." Denise said. 

"Yes, but a cute one, according to Heather." Betty said. 

"Yes, a *very* observant girl. What do you think of her?" Denise asked, 
raising the garage door with the control. 

"I think she's sensational. What about Candice?" Betty asked. 

"Also sensational... and really one savvy woman." Denise said, frowning. 

"Why the long face?" Betty asked. 

"Because, my love. Our decisions keep getting harder. They're all 
adorable. It's just a question of how much we trust them how fast. Our 
hearts say go for it now. Our brains are screaming *too fast*." Denise 
mused. 

"Yeah, just what my heart and mind are doing. So what do we do?" Betty 
asked.    

"We make absolutely certain that we're compatible all the way around to 
placate our minds. Who have you missed so far?" Denise asked. 

"Candice, you stole her out from under my nose earlier today. How about 
you?" Betty asked. 

"Penelope." Denise replied. 

"Well, we both know what the other is going to find there. How about the 
girls?" Betty asked. 

"I don't know. I think Andrea was with Jenny, so probably her with 
Heather and Penelope. That would leave Cindy with Candice as she 
already knows about Jenny." Denise replied. 

"So really, we all could know by morning." Betty said. 

Denise nodded, looking out at the landscape. 

"It is pretty." Betty said, hugging Denise from behind. 

"Yes. It is. Pretty deep too. Listen. Why don't I pull my car in here as I
have full time four wheel drive and might make it. Then we can siphon 
off my tank without having to trudge out there each time." Denise 
suggested, looking at Andrea's path. 

"Good idea. but if you bypass sharing this view with me, then I will have 
to give up my image of you as a romantic." Betty said, snuggling to her. 

"We wouldn't want that." Denise said, turning to pull Betty into her arms.

Betty snuggled to her, and then happened to notice their shadow 
extending way out onto the snow. She realized they were back lit. She 
separated herself a moment and stepped over by the inside door. Denise 
puzzled by her action until she turned out the light and stepped back to 
her. 

"No need advertising to the neighbors how we feel about each other." she 
said, moving back into Denise's arms. 

"At this point, my love. I don't care who knows I love you." Denise said, 
moving to kiss her tenderly. 

"Now *that*, is art. Seeing you two kissing, silhouetted by the 
moonlight." Jenny's voice said. 

"Hello, love. What are you doing out here?" Denise asked. 

"Just came out to have a few words with you about Andrea. But that 
looks more important at the moment." Jenny said, walking up to them. 

"Tell you what. Why don't you keep her warmed up in the same manner 
while I go pull my car in here." Denise offered. 

"What a good thunker you are." Jenny said, moving into the vacancy 
Denise opened up in Betty's arms. 

Denise grabbed a broom from just inside the door to clean her windows 
off. Betty stopped her with a gesture. 

"Yes?" Denise asked, while Betty and Jenny were finishing their current 
kiss. 

"I was just thinking that instead of trudging through the snow to your car,
that the snow blower would keep you dryer." Betty said. 

"Now who's the great thunker?" Denise chuckled, moving to it. 

She hit the prime button and turned on the key, then hit the electric 
starter. The snow blower coughed once and died. She tried it a few times, 
manipulating the choke and it finally came to life. Denise set off plowing
a trail to her car. 

Betty and Jenny watched for a moment and then went back to kissing. 

When Denise got a path cut to her car, she stopped the snow blower and 
dug in her jacket pocket for her keys. Getting her door opened she got in 
and started the car up. 

"So she's going to pull in here?" Jenny asked, snuggling to Betty. 

"That's her plan." Betty said, looking concerned as the snow blower 
remained close to the car. 

Denise got out and left her car running. Then she restarted the snow 
blower and continued to cut a path down the driveway. 

"Oh hell. She's gone and gotten ambitious." Betty muttered. 

"Is that bad?" Jenny asked.

"No, just typical. I'd better go get her gloves for her and get my own as 
this will take a while." Betty said. 

Her and Jenny walked back into the house. Betty went right to the closet 
and dug out two pair of high quality ski gloves. The others at the table 
watched her with questioning looks. 

"That the snow blower I hear?" Cindy asked. 

Jenny nodded. 

"Denise decided to do the driveway?" she asked.

Betty nodded, looking frustrated. 

"You know love. She *enjoys* doing things for us." Cindy said. 

Betty grinned and nodded.

"So I guess we'd better make some fresh coffee." Cindy chuckled. 

"I'm certain it would be a welcome sight when she's done." Betty said, 
kissing Cindy on the cheek and then slipping out. 

"Is there something wrong with Denise doing things for you?" Candice 
asked, having watched the exchange closely. 

"No... It's just that she's prone to do more than her share. At times it's
hard for us to think of things that need to be done before she's doing 
them." Cindy replied.

"Ain't that the truth." Andrea chuckled, setting the oven to pre-heat.

-----------------------

Betty delivered the gloves to Denise, who accepted them gratefully. She'd 
already cut several swaths in the deep snow. Betty motioned to her about 
the gate opening, but Denise motioned her car backing into the garage 
first. 

"Not much gas in the snow blower." she shouted. 

Betty nodded. She stepped inside the garage and got a snow shovel and 
started to help Denise clear a path so she could back her car into the 
garage. They'd barely cleared enough when the snow blower sputtered to 
a stop. 

"That's what I thought." Denise said, pushing the snow blower back to the 
garage. 

"Well you cleared enough to back your car in." Betty said. 

"Yes, *we* did." Denise said, smiling at her. 

"I would presume, love, that your plan is to siphon enough gas to fill the
generator and then more for the snow blower?" Betty asked.

"Yeah, maybe a bit more. I've got a sixteen gallon tank and it's almost 
full. The generator holds five and a half, that won't last till morning. So if

we fill it up, the snow blower and then top off all the cans, then I will 
have enough left in my tank to make it to a station. We will still have 
enough in the cans to get us through till the powers back." Denise said, 
laying out her plan. 

"Alright love. I've got a wide mouth funnel in the cupboard too. So we 
can safely fill the generator. Why don't you back your car in and we'll get
started." Betty said, resolved to Denise's plan. 

"You had an alternate suggestion?" Denise asked, sensing her mood. 

"Yes, love. We fill the generator and cans. Maybe even the snow blower, 
but we leave the snow till morning and go snuggle by the fire." Betty 
offered. 

"*Sold!* Cindy was right, it is colder than shit out here." Denise 
chuckled, heading for her car. 

Betty looked after her in surprise. 

Denise backed her car into the garage, leaving the nose hanging out, 
leaving them enough room to maneuver. 

"I see trouble there." Betty said, grabbing a packing blanket and folding it
up. 

"What?" Denise asked.

"I can just see my garage door descending onto your hood." Betty 
chuckled, placing the doubled blanket over the hood. 

"Oh, good idea." Denise said. 

Betty dug her siphon hose out of the cupboard. It was tough getting it into
Denise's gas tank. They filled one can and Betty took the wide mouthed 
funnel and poured it into the generator while Denise drew another. Betty 
dumped that in too, which almost filled the tank. Part of the third topped
it off. Then Betty filled the snowmobile while Denise refilled all the cans.
They set them by the door for safety and then went inside. 

"I would have sworn you were going to finish the driveway tonight." 
Cindy said, warming Denise's cheeks with her hands. 

"Betty talked me into snuggling by the fire and leaving the snow till 
morning. You were right, it is colder than shit out there." Denise 
chuckled, sniffling and pulling her gloves off.  

"Well the pizza's are in the oven. Here sip this till they're ready." Andrea
said, offering her a cup of coffee. 

"Thank you love. My, all this attention just cause I was outside." Denise 
said, wrapping her hands around the mug to warm them. 

"We worry about you." Andrea said, handing a mug to Betty, who kissed 
her in thanks. 

"Whatever for. Darling, people have been exposed to cold weather for 
thousands of years. Some have even chosen to live where it is *very* 
cold. It's invigorating. It lets you know you are alive." Denise said. 

"I can think of other ways to let you know you are alive." Cindy 
chuckled. 

"Yes, most certainly. Even much better ones. But I agree with Denise. It 
does let you know you are alive." Andrea mused. 

"There was no question in my mind that any of you are very much alive." 
Heather chuckled. 

"Nor us about you, darling." Denise said, unzipping her coat and sitting 
down. 

Andrea disappeared upstairs for a moment. She returned with two pairs of 
slippers. She handed one pair to Cindy and then sank to her knees. She 
began unlacing Denise's half height boots. 

"What are you doing, love. I thought we were past all this." Denise said, 
softly. 

Andrea glanced at her and continued.  

"You know, sometimes I like doing things for people I love very deeply, 
simply because I wish to. A simple kindness lets me feel like I am 
returning a small portion of the love and support I have received so 
generously. Please do not begrudge me my freedom to love you." Andrea 
said, pulling off a boot. 

"Alright love. I'm sorry. I'm glad to get them off." Denise said. 

Candice watched the exchange, thoughtfully. She caught Jenny's eye 
watching *her*. Candice smiled at her and Jenny smiled back. Candice 
continued to study her. Jenny certainly couldn't object to that Candice 
reasoned, as she had asked her to marry her that very morning. Candice 
had agreed, almost hungrily she realized. She hadn't thought herself 
desperate for love. She had a good relationship with Heather. A 
relationship which had just found a new level of passion. 

Candice found herself thrilling in the concept of using the skill and 
tenderness she had learned in such a short time on Heather.... and Jenny. 
She was a truly stunning woman. A burgundy-auburn redhead with 
medium large breasts. Her body was slim and firm. Lithe. Why she 
wanted to marry her puzzled Candice, but she found herself welcoming 
the idea.

Cindy had settled in and pulled off Betty's shoes. She was massaging her 
feet at the moment. Andrea was busy doing the same to Denise, who had 
her eyes closed, a blissful smile on her lips. 

"You're hired." she murmured. 

"So what do we have to do to get in line for foot rubs?" Heather asked. 

"Go stand out in the cold for an hour." Penelope chided. 

"I have a better idea. My hot tub. I don't think there's room for all of us at

once, but we can alternate and the others dangle their feet in it." Betty 
said, moaning softly over Cindy's ministrations. 

"The hot tub is a great idea. Right after Andrea's famous pizza." Denise 
agreed. 

Andrea smiled at her and slipped a slipper onto one foot and then began 
massaging the other. 

"You folks really know how to weather a storm out. Hot tubs, generators, 
homemade pizza and foot massages." Candice said. 

"We do try." Denise chuckled. 

"And Wine. We need a bottle of wine." Betty said, trying to extract 
herself from Cindy. 

"No, you enjoy your foot rub. I'll get it. I'd like some myself." Penelope
said, getting up. 

"Thank you love. In the closet in the gym. It's cooler in there." Betty said.

Jenny moved over to the stereo and selected a CD. A different 
*Montreux* album than they had listened to the night before. 

"I've been wondering love." Betty said.

"You'll have to be more specific with this crowd; Which love?" Cindy 
chuckled, putting on one slipper and starting on the other foot. 

 "Oh.... Denise." Betty said, chagrined. 

"And what were you wondering love?" Denise asked. 

"When the power goes up and down, how come the alarm doesn't just set 
itself?" Betty asked. 

"Oh... I set it up that on boot-up it looks at a file. A flag in the file
tells 
the computer if the alarm was set when it went down. On the security 
program, it sets this flag in the file when you change status." Denise 
replied, without opening her eyes. 

"You know computers?" Heather asked, excitedly. 

"Does the pope know any Catholics? You are looking at one of the most 
talented programmers West of the Mississippi. She'll be teaching a whole 
class load full of students about them when school starts again." Andrea 
said. 

"Yes, two of them my wives by then. This should be interesting." Denise 
remarked. 

"I could really use some help on CAD programs. Computer basics, really. 
I need to be able to get to the CAD programs first." Heather asked. 

"Sure, glad to show you anything you like." Denise said. 

"If I may make a suggestion, I've caught Cindy working on her homework 
for your course. On her birthday, no less. She's about three-quarters 
through it.  Seeing as how she's so antsy about it, I think she's ready to
cut her teeth as a teacher." Betty suggested. 

"Me, a teacher?" Cindy asked, looking up startled. 

"I think you'd make a great teacher. Just think back to the first lessons I
gave you. I think you'd quite enjoy teaching Heather in that manner." 
Denise said. 

Cindy remembered her lessons fondly from her week with Denise. She 
looked at Heather seductively. 

"Yes, now that you mention that. I think I'd very much like to show 
Heather all I know." Cindy said. 

"How is it that you don't know computers, as far along as you are in 
school?" Penelope asked, returning with a bottle of wine. 

"I haven't needed them up to now. I guess they scared me a bit. They 
aren't like cars." Heather said. 

"Oh, but they are." Denise said, "The series of logical deductions you 
make when you are looking for a problem on a car is very similar to what 
you do when working on a computer problem. 

"I never thought of it in that manner." Heather said. 

The timer on the stove sounded. Andrea slipped the other slipper on 
Denise's foot and then turned off the buzzer. Then she washed her hands 
before removing the pizzas from the oven. 

"Wow. Those look great!" Penelope said, working on the wine. 

"Thank you." Andrea said, using a rolling cutter to slice them up. 

"They smell great too." Candice said, moving to sniff at it. 

"You'll find they are best smelled while eating them." Andrea said, sliding
a piece onto a plate and passing it to her.   

"Thank you, love. I can't wait." Candice said, kissing her cheek. 

The others got in line for the pizza. Soon all were savoring the flavor. 
Denise switched to wine after downing the rest of her coffee. Others 
opted for different drinks. Some soda's and some wine. Heather and 
Candice seemed a bit surprised when Andrea and Cindy chose soda's 
when they had the option to drink wine. 

"Wine is very nice. But I like Diet Pepsi with my pizza." Cindy said. 

"No, there's nothing wrong with that. It's just refreshing to see a teenager
choose not to drink." Candice said, "A large portion of them would drink 
whatever they could get their hands on." 

"The two of them are quite responsible about their drinking. I think I've 
only seen Cindy slightly tipsy just once. Then she voluntarily switched 
*herself* to coffee." Denise said, munching on her pizza. 

"Great pizza, Andrea." Penelope remarked. 

"Yes, I wish I'd paid closer attention when you made it." Heather said, 
working on her second piece. 

"We try to talk her into making this a couple of times a month." Betty 
said. 

"I never could figure out why you ordered pizza up at the cabin when you 
can make it this good." Cindy asked. 

"I wasn't very bright back then, but I'm learning." Andrea said, 
thoughtfully. 

"I've always thought you were bright." Cindy said. 

"Thanks." Andrea said. 

"Yes, as her grades last quarter indicated. She'll do even better next 
quarter." Betty said. 

"Married to two teachers, I wouldn't dare *not* do better." Andrea 
chuckled. 

"Three, if Heather will accept my tutelage." Cindy chuckled. 

"I'd be delighted. I really need help." Heather said. 

"What are you studying?" Denise asked. 

"My major is Mechanical Engineering." Heather said. 

"Really, any particular aspect?" Denise asked, interested. 

"I hope to go into integrated circuit packaging. Designing the machines 
that package them." Heather said. 

"That's wonderful." Denise said, "How long have you got to graduate?" 

"We're both juniors." Candice said. 

"So a year and a half to your degrees?" Betty asked. 

"Yeah, hopefully. The jobs haven't been paying too good lately. It's hard 
to get a student loan." Heather said, a bit distantly. 

"Bad credit?" Betty asked. 

"No, no credit. I've never had a credit card." Heather said. 

"Wise girl. But you really almost have to have one to get a good credit 
rating nowadays. Just how serious are you about graduating?" Denise 
asked. 

"Very serious. She's got a 3.59 GPA." Candice said. 

"Yours is 3.62." Heather reminded her. 

"I was just indicating that you were serious." Candice said. 

"Excellent averages for both of you. And you, Candice, how are you 
doing monetarily?" Denise asked.

"Not all that great. But I'm studying psych so my lab fees are lower than 
Heather's." Candice replied. 

"A psych major?" Jenny asked, excitedly. 

"Yes." Candice replied, grinning at her. 

"So can you get a student loan?" Denise asked. 

"My credit's not much better than Heather's. All I ever bought on time 
was my stereo and TV. I paid cash for my car." Candice replied.

"How did you get that?" Denise asked.

"Work, save and ride the bus." Candice chuckled.

"What about scholarships? You've both got good GPA's." Denise asked. 

"There aren't too many available. What there are are all taken. I'm on a 
list, but down so far I don't expect it to come through till I'm almost 
graduating. With my credit, all I can get is a high interest loan. The 
interest is so high, it's worth it to me to work and save long enough to just
pay for it myself without that high interest hanging over me." Candice 
said. 

"If you could get loans, would you pay them back?" Penelope asked. 

"Certainly. We don't want a free ride." Heather said, almost indignantly. 

"How come you never told me this before?" Penelope asked. 

"It never came up. Usually when you come over we're pretty involved in 
other activities." Heather chuckled. 

"How much do you both need to graduate?" Denise asked. 

"Oh gosh. A year and a half tuition alone is ten grand. Then there's living
expenses. Rentals have really shot up in price lately. We almost have to 
work full time just to pay rent. If Candice and I didn't share we couldn't
do it and go to school too." Heather said. 

"So ten grand plus living expenses, each of you?" Betty asked. 

"Yeah, that would do it. We could graduate faster if we could concentrate 
on school instead of earning rent. Maybe cut as much as six months off it,
but the tuition would still be almost as high, as they charge by the hours
per quarter." Candice said. 

Denise looked at Betty and they grinned at each other. 

"How much do you need for next quarters tuition?" Betty asked. 

"As a full time student? Gosh, almost fifteen hundred." Heather said. 

Betty and Denise both got up. Denise looked at Betty and nodded with 
her head. Heather and Candice looked bewildered. Denise led Betty to 
the library and shut the door behind them. 

"It was my idea, love." she said. 

"I'll split it with you." Betty said. 

"Alright. I'll take one if you take the other. Have you got any loan forms?"
Denise asked. 

"No. I haven't exactly needed many." Betty chuckled. 

"Oh...Well I think I can modify one I have on my computer and print out 
a couple of copies." Denise said. 

"To tell the truth, I'm not that concerned about a contract." Betty said. 

"Neither am I, but I think they would be too proud to accept a gift. 
Besides, I've noticed a marked difference in those who got a free ride at 
school. They don't take it near as seriously as those who have to work 
hard for it." Denise said. 

"I went to college on a scholarship." Betty protested. 

"Which you earned.  I know you are very proud of earning it too. You 
should be. I wasn't referring to you. I'm referring to the students who got
an outright free ride." Denise said.  

"Agreed. I met them too. Alright. How about you write me a check and I 
give them cash." Betty offered. 

"That ought to rattle them." Denise chuckled. 

"Print out the forms." Betty said, heading for her bedroom. 

Denise was intent upon editing the form when Cindy brought her her 
wine, carrying a glass for herself. 

"Mmm thank you love." Denise said, accepting the wine and thanking her 
with a kiss. 

"Gonna loan them the money?" Cindy asked, looking at the screen.

"Shh." Denise said, grinning. 

"You and Betty going to split it?" Cindy chuckled. 

"Yes, love." Denise said. 

Cindy bent and kissed her neck. 

"You are so lovably predictable about some things." she said.

"Thank you, I think." Denise said. 

"I'll go keep them amused." Cindy said. 

"Thank you. Don't spoil our surprise." Denise asked.

"Wouldn't dream of it. But you better hurry before Penelope writes them 
a check. She's got that same look that you and Betty had." Cindy said. 

"Oh, would you ask her to come in here a moment?" Denise asked. 

"Yes, love." Cindy said, kissing Denise on the neck before leaving. 

A moment later Betty returned with two envelopes. Penelope followed 
her in. 

"Cindy said you wanted to see me." Penelope said. 

"Actually, I've been dying to see you. But yes, she said you might be 
considering writing checks to Heather and Candice. We just wanted to 
head you off. Betty and I are going to split loans to them. I think loans 
will make them take school more serious than a gift would." Denise said. 

"Oh... trying to steal my brides to be?" Penelope asked, chuckling. 

"Not at all, love. But we do want to do something." Betty said. 

"I know, I was just teasing. Alright, I'll let you get the first quarter. I
want 
to get the next one." Penelope said. 

Denise hit the print button and her laser printer started up. A minute later
there were two copies of simple promissory notes printed out. They 
designated pay back beginning six months after leaving school for any 
reason. If they graduated school, then that gave them six months to find a
job. Otherwise, if they dropped out they would have to worry about them 
sooner. 

"Nice touch. Encourages them to stay in school. Alright, lets go see what 
they say." Betty said. 

The women returned to the kitchen. Heather and Candice looked up 
expectantly. 

"What's going on?" Heather asked. 

"Read this, and sign here." Denise said, laying a copy of the contract in 
front of her.

Betty set a similar contract in front of Candice. 

"What's this?" Candice asked.

Heather could only look at it baffled. 

"Your student loans have been approved." Denise said. 

Both Candice and Heather's jaws dropped. Tears sprung to their eyes. 

"You'd do that for us?" Heather asked. 

"Yes. You'd do the same for us if you were in a position to." Denise said.

"But how can you afford to do this on a teachers salary?" Candice asked. 

"That would be our concern. We're doing alright. I just saw a lucrative 
gain from a software project." Denise said. 

"What about Betty?" Heather asked.

Cindy almost choked on her wine. Andrea remained mute. Jenny was 
looking at her nails. 

"I get by. I can handle this alright." Betty said. 

"You're both really serious about this?" Candice asked. 

"Are you both serious about wanting to finish school?" Denise asked. 

"Yes, very." Heather replied. 

"Yes." Candice said. 

"Then we are serious about loaning you the money. Now if you will 
notice in the contracts, the interest rate is based upon today's prime. As
low as you can get. Pay back begins six months after you leave school for 
*any* reason. That means if you drop out next quarter, then you have a 
payment due six months later. This gives you time to find a job and get a 
little head start before you have to worry about the loans. It will be in 
your interest to stay in school as interest is deferred as long as you are
students. These contracts will carry you to graduation, then you are 
responsible for yourselves." Denise said, showing them the sections. 

Heather was weeping as she looked at the document. 

"How can you be this trusting? You only met us last night." she gasped. 

"Oh gosh you're right. We ought not trust you.... but we do. Besides, 
Penelope knows where you live." Betty chuckled. 

"I don't know what to say." Candice said. 

"Don't say anything. Look; you honestly wish to finish school. We're for 
that. We're teachers. We want to see you finish school. We are in a 
position to help you do so. We wish to. It's as simple as that." Denise 
said. 

"But what if it doesn't work out between us... relationship wise?" Heather
asked. 

"What if it doesn't? What has that got to do with this? You would still 
owe us the money back. As you will when it *does* work out." Betty 
said. 

"I don't like owing money to people I love." Candice objected. 

"Then you have a real dilemma. You do not have to accept this. There is 
no obligation from you to love or not love us as a result of this. This has
nothing to do with our relationship. Other than your meeting us gives us 
the opportunity to do this. But this is a few thousand dollars. A 
relationship is priceless. We aren't trying to buy your love. That wouldn't
work anyway, and you know it. We aren't asking you to pose for naughty 
pictures. We aren't asking you for anything other than your written 
promise to repay the money. Now if you honestly desire to finish school 
in the fastest possible time, then read this and sign if you agree to the 
terms. If you wish to do it your own way, or if you find the terms 
unacceptable, you have your freedom not to accept this." Denise said. 

"You couldn't buy our love. You already have it. I've never felt this 
strongly about anyone in my life. From what I've learned here, I even love
those I already did to a new, deeper level. You need not do this." Candice
said. 

"We know that. As I said, this isn't about that. This is a promissory note
that says you will repay the money no matter which way our relationship 
goes. And if you feel that this is going to influence that relationship one
way or the other, then I'd rather withdraw the offer because that's not 
what it's about." Betty said. 

"Alright.... I do want to finish school." Heather said, picking up a pen. 

"Please read it first. I want you to know what you are signing." Denise 
said. 

The two women read the document, then looked at each other and 
grinned. There were tears flowing down their cheeks as they signed. 

"Alright, would you be so kind as to witness these, Jenny and Penelope?" 
Denise asked. 

The two older women signed as witnesses. 

"Alright, now, if you would count these and sign these receipts 
acknowledging acceptance of the amounts for your first quarter. There 
should be a quarters tuition and half a quarters rent in each one. If you 
share rent it should cover it. Let us know what you need for other living 
expenses like food." Betty said, handing each woman a fat envelope. 

"My god! Cash?" Candice asked, taking the envelope shakily. 

Heather counted her envelope and looked up at Betty. 

"There's over two-thousand dollars here!" she said. 

"Yes; Fifteen hundred tuition, seven-fifty for rent. I assumed your rent to
be around five hundred a month." Betty said. 

"It's only four, this is too much." Heather said. 

"That's only fifty dollars a month too much. Food will cost you at least 
that, and Candice said you had lab fees. Let us know if you need more." 
Betty said, pushing the receipt in front of her. 

"God, all this money makes me nervous." Candice said, taking the receipt 
to sign it.

"If it worries you, you can keep it in my safe till you leave. Maybe that's a
better idea. If you want to hold off signing the receipts till then." Betty
offered.  

"No, there's nobody here but us. I trust you all. I'd trust you with my life."

Heather said, signing the receipt and then placing the envelope in her 
purse. 

"If I may suggest, pay your tuition right away and then pre-pay your rent.
That way you won't be tempted to spend it on pizza or something and 
then not have enough when your last months rent comes due." Denise 
suggested. 

"We'll do that. Just how did you happen to have almost five-thousand 
dollars in cash around?" Heather asked.

"Oh... my emergency fund. Something my family learned from my 
grandfather. He happened to have just sold a company when the stock 
market crash of 1929 hit. He hadn't had the chance to make it to the bank 
to deposit the money. He had it at home in his safe. That money saved his 
family from starving. Since then, my family tries to keep an emergency 
fund in their home safes." Betty said. 

"I see... but this depletes your fund. You won't have any for 
emergencies." Candice protested. 

"I have other savings I can draw from." Betty said. 

"So do I, and I'm returning half the money to her right away. I just got a
fat royalty check from my software. We're alright." Denise said. 

"Alright. And thank you. I'll never forget this." Candice said, stuffing the
envelope into her robe pocket.     

"For the future, if you will write down exactly how you have to make out 
the checks to the school and your landlord, then I will establish an 
account that you can go to for them when they are due. They will issue 
checks only to those names. The account will also supply limited funds 
for living expenses to you two in your names. That way you won't have to 
come back to us every quarter." Betty said. 

"Good idea." Denise said. 

"You don't want us to see you again?" Heather asked in alarm. 

"No, dear. That's not what I said. This is a business deal and it's done. 
You've signed. The account simply deals with the logistics of the deal 
without us having to deal with things all over again. That way I can keep 
my emergency fund up without having to worry about having extra here 
to cover each of your quarters. You are both most welcome here any time 
you wish." Betty said. 

Candice and Heather were still sort of speechless. 

"Thank you." Heather remembered to say, finally. 

"You are both quite welcome." Denise chuckled. 

"May I kiss you?" Candice asked. 

"Dear heart. You've been kissing me. We've made love together. We're 
way past asking each other if we can kiss them. If you feel like kissing 
me, then I welcome your lips. If you feel compelled to do it out of 
gratitude, then I would rather you waited until your kisses are motivated 
simply from desire." Denise replied. 

"There's more pizza." Andrea offered. 

"In a moment." Candice said, standing and pulling Denise into her arms. 

Heather was doing the same with Betty. After each had administrated 
outstanding kisses to the pair, they switched partners and reapplied their
efforts. 

"Do I get one? I made the pizza." Andrea asked.

"You most certainly do." Candice replied, moving to her. 

"How about me? I just want one." Cindy chuckled. 

"Good enough for me." Heather said, pulling her into her arms. 

"Oh, Denise. All this talk of money has reminded me. I'd like to pick up 
my computer and give you a check for it." Jenny said. 

"Oh, certainly. I totally spaced it myself. But I wish you would. We need 
the counter space in there." Denise said. 

"How about that pizza." Candice said, finally releasing Andrea. 

"Coming up." Andrea said, a bit shaky. 

"I'm ready for the hot tub." Penelope said.

"Good idea. Me too." Betty said, heading that way. 

The others joined her in the gym. Without thought, the women stripped 
off their clothes and stacked them on weight benches or hung them on 
handles of the weight machines. Denise climbed in to the tub and moaned 
in bliss. 

"God, I needed this." she sighed. 

"Nice gym." Heather said, "Your whole house is spectacular. How did 
you afford this on a teachers salary?" she asked.

"It was a graduation present from my parents when I graduated college. I 
think they were so relieved that I got though school, and a bit worried I 
wouldn't move out of their house, so they gave me this." Betty said. 

"God, your folks must be rich." Heather said. 

"They've done alright." Betty said casually, climbing up on the edge of 
the tub to let her feet dangle in the hot, bubbling water.

"God, this feels great." Penelope said, settling into the tub by Denise. 

"It sure does." Jenny said, also settling in. 

"Where's Cindy?" Heather asked, looking around. 

"Coming love. I just wanted a glass of wine and to eat another piece of 
pizza." Cindy said, entering the gym and taking another bite of a slice of
pizza. 

"You're gonna get fat, eating like that." Jenny chuckled.

"With Andrea's pizza, I'll take my chances. But speaking of which, are we 
running this weekend?" Cindy asked.

"With as deep as the snow is, I doubt the path will be clear, love." Denise
replied. 

"Run?" Penelope asked.

"You didn't think she got to look that nice by sitting on her duff, did you?
She runs in the park every Saturday. She got us into it too. Believe me, 
she's serious about it." Betty chuckled. 

"No, I didn't think she got to look this fine without working at it. I've been

looking for an exercise program I can stick with. Would you mind if I ran 
with you?" Penelope asked.

"Not at all. Like I say, we probably won't be running this Saturday. But 
you're welcome to join us anytime. And thank you for the compliment." 
Denise said, leaning to kiss Penelope's cheek.

"No compliment involved, just plain fact. You *do* look fine." Penelope 
replied. 

"That she does." Heather admitted. 

"I think that's a unanimous consensus. Fact is that you all look fine to 
me." Jenny said. 

"Well, I thank you all for noticing. I think you all look fine too. So.....
what are you doing after the hot tub?" Denise asked, catching Penelope's 
gaze. 

"Hopefully spending time with you." Penelope said. 

"I think that can be arranged. If you don't mind my bed on the floor?" 
Denise chuckled. 

"Not a bit. Cindy and I found it quite adequate." Penelope said, looking 
up at her. 

"I have fond memories about that bed. Very fond." Cindy said, dangling 
her feet in the water on each side of Heather. 

"I just spoke with my folks. They're cool for time frame for the trip to 
Aruba." Andrea said, coming in. 

"Gosh, yes. We totally spaced the calls out this morning when the power 
went out. I should call my folks." Betty said. 

"It's pretty late. Won't they be in bed?" Denise asked. 

"Naw, mom's usually up till ten. But I should call now." Betty said, lifting
her feet out of the water. 

"Hurry back, cause I wish my name on your dance card." Jenny 
demurred.

"Deal. That works for me." Betty said, drying her feet and donning a 
robe. 

"Where are you going?" Candice asked, coming in carrying a glass of 
wine. 

"I forgot to call my folks this morning. I'll be back. Get in." Betty said,
giving Candice a quick kiss on her way out. 

Candice stripped off her robe and climbed into the tub. Andrea finished 
undressing and moved to the rail. 

"Why don't you shift over to Candice, love? So I can be close to 
Heather." Andrea asked Cindy. 

"Sure. Gladly, not that there was anything wrong with where my feet 
were." Cindy chuckled, shifting her position. 

Andrea moved in with her feet to either side of Heather. Heather turned 
her head and softly kissed one of her calves. Candice did the same to 
Cindy. 

"One of you can shift in, I'm sufficiently lobstered." Jenny said, climbing
up onto the rail. 

"I'll take it. I think there's room for both if I sit on Candice's lap." Cindy

said, lowering herself into the water. 

"Please, twist my arm." Candice chuckled. 

"I'd rather sit on your lap." Cindy chuckled, doing it. 

"If you're going to do that, I'll take you up on your offer." Andrea said,
climbing down into the tub and moving onto Heather's lap. 

"Hello." Heather said, wrapping her arms around her. 

"Hi." Andrea said, turning to meet her lips. 

"That generator sure is noisy." Denise mused. 

"Mmm You ought to look into a new one. You can get a higher capacity 
one nowadays that's much smaller and quieter. Some of them you can 
hardly hear in the same room." Heather said, between kisses. 

"Would you be a sweetheart and recommend one. You seem to know 
engines pretty well." Denise asked. 

"Mmm sure, glad to. I'll check out the new ones next week and get some 
info for you. But one big enough to run the whole house will be 
expensive." Heather said, moving back to Andrea's lips right after. 

"That's alright. I think this one has proved the value. We'd be huddled in
the cold and dark without it. But I think we should have one big enough 
to run the whole house." Denise said. 

"Mmm sure. I'll check it out and choose the best one for you." Heather 
said, distracted from Andrea's lips for a moment. 

"Leave the poor girl alone, Denise. She's busy kissing." Jenny teased. 

"You're right. I should be doing the same. Care to sit on my lap?" Denise 
asked, turning to Penelope. 

"Delighted." Penelope said, shifting over. 

Their lips met and they kissed deeply. Denise's hands moved to caress 
Penelope's breasts lightly. Penelope found her hand drawn to Denise's. 

"Gosh, feeling kind of left out here." Jenny said. 

"Mmm Sorry love." Denise said, lifting her head from Penelope's lips.

"It's okay.... It's just that I'm not unaffected by the sight of six lovely
ladies kissing passionately." Jenny said, a bit hoarsely. 

"Well perhaps I can do something about that." Betty said, returning and 
removing her robe. 

"That would be most welcome." Jenny said. 

Denise studied her for a moment, and then returned to Penelope's lips. 
Betty climbed up onto the rail and pulled Jenny into her lap. After that, 
four couples concentrated on serious kissing for a time. The urge for more
was strong with Denise, but she feared Penelope wouldn't feel 
comfortable with more surrounded by the others. 

"I'm about cooked. What say we slip off for the night?" she asked quietly.

Penelope nodded and slipped off her lap. There were kisses and hugs 
around the tub, then Denise led Penelope out to the extension. There was 
a moments awkwardness. Penelope felt herself trembling. Then Denise 
gently enfolded her into her arms and it was like coming home after a 
long absence. Denise gently lay Penelope down on the bed and moved 
over her. Penelope welcomed her into her arms. 

------------------------

"You about ready for bed?" Andrea asked Heather. 

Heather smiled and nodded. 

"Can I take the guest room tonight?" Andrea asked Cindy. 

Cindy looked up and nodded. 

"Yes, I think we're about ready ourselves. We'll take the box springs." 
she said. 

"Well I want to cook for a bit. How about you, Jenny?" Betty asked. 

"Yes. For a bit." Jenny replied. 

Once again there were kisses and hugs all around as the girls climbed out.
They dried each other off, then led their victims to their respective beds.

-----------------------

"Now that we're alone, what did you wish to tell us about Andrea?" Betty 
asked, quietly. 

"Only that she's reached some conclusions about her life." Jenny said. 

"What sort of conclusions?" Betty asked. 

"She intends to break off sexual relations with her folks. She doesn't feel
guilty about them anymore, but at the same time it isn't what she wants 
either." Jenny said. 

"Good. I like John and Sally, but I've been worried about her." Betty said,
softly caressing Jenny's breasts. 

"She needs stability in her life. Her folks are currently giving her exactly
opposite of that. I think they mean well, but that's not the effect they're
getting. At this point, Andrea feels it is okay to make love with anybody 
she trusts. Which may be true here. But what she really needs is stability
and a sense of belonging. She needs to be married to you and the others. I
predict she will settle down a bunch after you're all married." Jenny said.

"I pretty much figured all that. But it's good to hear your confirmation. 
Now, what are our chances with your clan?" Betty asked, sliding a hand 
down over her abdomen. 

"My clan? I would assume you mean Penelope's clan." Jenny asked.

"Not really. Penelope's known the others for over a year. Nothing very 
serious happened there until you came along as the catalyst." Betty said. 

"I think it was you folks that were the catalyst. We all fell in love with
you. I just saw the opportunity to maybe keep you, or rather have you 
keep us." Jenny said. 

"It was you who suggested you all go off and get aquatinted this morning. 
I seem to recall you came back engaged and then asked the other two. 
We had nothing to do with that." Betty argued.

"Yes, you did. By that time we were all thoroughly hooked. I think the 
invitation was prompted by Penelope's desire to be part of *your* clan." 
Jenny said.

"I'm not going to argue with you. The question stands; what chance have 
we all got?" Betty asked. 

"Slim, obviously. Where before you had four personalities and sets of 
idiosyncrasies to merge, now you have eight. What did you folks talk 
about while we were in the bedroom?" Jenny asked.

"I'm quite certain you know very well. The fact that we were all 
thoroughly hooked on all of you and what we were going to do about it." 
Betty chuckled. 

"And?" Jenny asked.

"And.... Our first priority is each other. We see we'd better get hitched as
fast as humanly possible. Once us four are locked in and stable, then we 
don't have the worry over the possibility that it not working out with you
four will break us up." Betty said. 

"Granted. On the surface. Depends on how each of you view marriage. 
How much it means to you all. How serious you are about keeping your 
commitments and just exactly what those commitments are." Jenny said. 

"Granted. We all realize that. We've talked about that lots in the past few
weeks. The consensus is that what it means to us all, is the us four will be
permanent, no matter what else happens. It does not mean forsaking all 
others, but rather the willingness to do so should an outside relationship
threaten our core relationship." Betty said.

"Yes, that's good. If you all mean it and will stick to it." Jenny said. 

"I believe we do. I know I do. I feel that the others do too." Betty said.

"Alright, you willingly bond yourself to each other. What then?" Jenny 
asked.

"Live happily ever after." Betty chuckled. 

"Yes, yes. I mean what then about us. Penelope, Heather, Candice and 
I?" Jenny asked. 

"The question was asked and decided about you all living here. We 
would need to expand *again*. Everyone should have their own room 
where they can go scratch their asses in peace. But in all fairness, you 
would have to build them yourselves." Betty said. 

Jenny nodded, contemplative. 

"Yes... That's only fair... and it might work." she said. 

"Might work?" Betty asked. 

"Yes... The construction has worked for you, Denise and the girls as a 
bonding agent. It's given you the opportunity to physically show the 
others just how much they mean to you. You see each other working your 
asses off for the cause of your love. It's promoted teamwork and 
comradre. You are all working together to make your love work. It gives 
tangible evidence of your love for each other." Jenny said. 

"Yes. That's so. That's one reason why I've been working as hard as the 
others. I want them to see -physically- that I care as much for our 
relationship as they do." Betty said. 

"Yes... I know that. They do too." Jenny said. 

"So the question to you, is would you and the others be willing to do the 
same thing?" Betty asked.

"Oh, most certainly. At least I would. I think the others would too. But 
that would have a primary effect of bonding *us* to each other, not 
necessarily to you four." Jenny said. 

"How so?" Betty asked.

"Because it would be us four working together. Not all eight of us." Jenny
said. 

"Alright, it would have a primary effect of cementing you four together, 
but I still feel it would show us four that you are serious about being 
involved with us. Just as serious as we are. There was immediate 
consensus around the table when the concept was put forth." Betty said. 

"Granted. But we need a project we all work on to cement us *all* 
together." Jenny said. 

"I see what you are saying... What about the landscaping? There is 
certainly enough to do for all to be involved."  Betty asked. 

"Yes, that would work. So where would we build our extension? How 
would it work? You've all got that huge master bedroom, but it's not quite
big enough for eight." Jenny asked.

"We didn't get that far. I've been thinking a bit about it. Along the end of
the deck is about the only place, but that has problems. It cuts off the 
view of the grounds from the house. The idea was that we would look out 
there and see the estate. On the other hand, building it parallel to the first

extension cuts off the view from the bedroom windows. The outside 
rooms get the view. That introduces status factors. *You get a window 
and I don't* type thing." Betty said. 

"Yes... I see. How about a wing heading out at a right angle. So the 
residence wing forms an L base upon the corner where your extension 
will connect. You'd have to shift or loose the atrium." Jenny said. 

"Yeah, that might work. Maybe put a second deck between the arms of 
the L. But I'd hate to lose the atrium. I quite enjoy it." Betty said. 

"So we shift it elsewhere. And instead of a deck in the arms of the L, how
about a pool instead?" Jenny asked.

"Swimming pool? What a great idea. Yeah. Then we close in the L with a 
privacy wall on one side and the end view is out over the estate as it is off
the deck. That opens up the option of having a sliding roof over the pool 
like we have over the deck." Betty mused. 

"Well, it's just a suggestion. Your rooms all sort of open out onto the 
deck. Ours would all open out onto the pool. Everybody has a view and 
some sort of benefit over where their room is located." Jenny said. 

"Yes... I'll run it past the architects. In the meantime..... We're talking
too 
much." Betty said, letting her hand slide down further and finding Jenny's
clitoris between her fingers. 

"Ooh... You do have a way of making a point." Jenny purred. 

-------------------------

"God, I feel like a child under your touch." Penelope gasped, snuggling to
Denise and reveling in the feel of her fingers upon her body. 

"Well that's *not* what it feels like from my side. What I feel under my 
touch is *all* woman." Denise chuckled, gently squeezing a breast 
playfully. 

"I guess you probably think me pretty worthless." Penelope said, burying 
her head on Denise's shoulder. 

"What on earth could possibly give you that idea?" Denise asked, 
surprised. 

"Because I am. The way I've been living." Penelope half cried. 

"Oh... Well, however you judge yourself is one thing. My impressions are 
my own to feel. What I see is a very bright, beautiful, talented woman 
who just hadn't made up her mind what she wished to do. You were just 
searching. That's not worthless. *Not* looking, that's worthless." Denise 
said. 

"You see though me so easily. Like I was a sheet of glass." Penelope 
said. 

"No, to quote that adorable fiancee of yours -Candice- '*No, I see into 
you, and I am thrilled to my soul by what I see.*'" Denise quoted, softly 
kissing Penelope's forehead.       

The sentiment hit Penelope hard. The emerging sob took her without 
warning or mercy. Suddenly she was sobbing uncontrollably in Denise's 
tender arms.

Denise held her to her and let her cry herself out. All she did was gently
caress her and hold her tight. It seemed like a long time before Penelope 
was calm once again. Denise softly kissed the tears from her cheeks. 

"I'm sorry. I haven't cried like that since... I guess since I was a girl."
Penelope said. 

"So I think your psyche just decided it was about time to do it again." 
Denise said, softly, still kissing at her tears. 

"You must think me pretty silly." Penelope said, turning her head away in 
shame. 

"Not at all, Penelope. Crying is a good, natural thing. It's an emotional 
safety valve. A release. It actually makes us stronger, not weaker." 
Denise said, softly. 

Penelope continued to look away. She quivered a bit under Denise's soft 
touch. 

"I feel like a school girl under your touch. Nobody has ever affected me 
this way. And I'm so afraid I will mess it up for the others." Penelope 
said, still fighting her tears. 

"What on earth do you mean, mess it up for the others?" Denise asked, 
surprised. 

"You can hardly think well enough of me to wish to be married to me. 
Jenny explained it as an all or nothing proposition. I just know I'm 
messing it up for the others." Penelope said. 

"All or nothing isn't exactly correct, love. And you haven't messed up 
anything. If anything, you've convinced me." Denise said. 

"I'll bet. I've convinced you that marrying us would be the last thing you
wish to do." Penelope said, moodily. 

Denise used her fingers to gently twist Penelope's head toward her. 
Penelope quivered in her arms, fearing the worst. She could just imagine 
Denise asking her to leave. 

"No, dear heart. You've convinced me that marrying you is a wonderful 
idea. That marrying you *all* is a wonderful idea." Denise said. 

Penelope was suddenly very confused. She thought that her ears were 
broken or something. That she had misheard Denise, or that she was just 
being kind to her till she could get rid of her. 

"They could maybe find another, instead of me. It wouldn't have to be 
spoiled for them." Penelope suggested. 

"It's spoiled for no-one. Didn't you just hear me? I don't want them to find
another. They don't need another. It's just perfect the way it is. Almost 
too perfect. Maybe that's what scared me a bit. That it is so perfect." 
Denise said, thoughtfully. 

"I don't understand. How can it be perfect when I'm so worthless?" 
Penelope asked. 

"Worthless? Good heavens, whatever are you talking about? I don't think 
you're worthless. Why would you think that?" Denise asked, surprised. 

"Because I am. My whole life is a joke and I know you see it is. I 
contribute nothing to the world. All I know how to do is party and spend 
money. Then I reward your kindness to me by crying on your shoulder." 
Penelope cried, her tears reappearing. 

Denise considered her a moment, trying to reason out what was really 
troubling her. A thought occured to her. 

"How long have you been in love with Betty?" she asked, seemingly out 
of the blue. 

The question caught Penelope by surprise. It seemed to both calm her and 
turn her tear ducts up to high at the same time. Tears flowed freely down 
her cheeks. 

"A long time." she said, quietly, looking away.

"How long?" Denise insisted. 

Penelope glanced at her and sighed. Her cheeks were wet with tears, but 
she seemed to steel herself. 

"Since we were teenagers." she said quietly, dropping her head a bit. 

"Why didn't you tell her?" Denise asked. 

"I didn't know how.... Actually... I was scared to death. I didn't know how
to deal with the things I was feeling. I still don't." Penelope said, 
distantly. 

"And that's why you became involved with Candice and Heather? It 
seemed a way for you to reach Betty?" Denise asked. 

Penelope just nodded, not looking at her. 

"And now you feel guilty for it?" Denise asked. 

Again,  Penelope just nodded. 

"Do you have real feelings for Heather and Candice?" Denise asked. 

Penelope was quiet for a moment, just crying. 

"I didn't think I did.... Until we came here." Penelope admitted. 

"So you *do* feel real feelings for them then." Denise stated. 

Penelope nodded again. Her crying got worse. 

"So, let me see if I have this straight; You've been in love -romantically-
with Betty since you were a teenager, but didn't know how to approach 
her. When you first saw Candice and Heather do their show, you 
suddenly saw them as a possible means of approaching Betty. You 
thought you were just using them to get to her. But now you find you 
have real feelings for them also. As a result of all this, you feel guilty.
You feel you've degraded yourself. You don't feel worthy of either Betty 
or them. Am I right?" Denise asked. 

Penelope kind of folded into herself, sobbing. She managed to nod her 
reply. 

"I don't see a problem." Denise stated. 

Penelope looked up at her, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

"The situation is that you are truly in love with the women who wish to 
marry you. I don't see a problem." Denise repeated. 

"How could I possibly marry them after what I have done?" Penelope 
cried. 

"Because you *really love them*. The only real reason for anyone to ever 
get married." Denise chuckled. 

"But what if they find out what I've done? How will they feel about that?"
Penelope asked. 

"Well, lets see. Did you have any agreements with Candice and 
Heather?" Denise asked.

"Agreements? What kind of agreements?" Penelope asked.

"Oh, like you promised to love them for all time or some such thing?" 
Denise teased. 

"I don't understand." Penelope said, confused. 

"Did you tell them that you loved them, when you really didn't?" Denise 
clarified. 

"Uh... No. Not really. We've had sex off and on for the past year, but 
we've never said we loved each other. At least not me to them or them to 
me. I'm fairly sure they probably told each other that, though." Penelope 
replied, becoming more composed. 

"Alright. Now reguarding Betty. Did you make your feelings for her 
known to her at any time since you realized you were in love with her?" 
Denise asked.

"No. As I said, I was affraid to." Penelope said, wiping her tears with a 
tissue. 

"So the thing you feel guilty about over her, is that you attempted to 
attract her interest in you by subterfuge. By your association with 
Candice and Heather?" Denise asked.

"Basically, yes." Penelope replied, not looking at her. 

"I see... Would you like some tea?" Denise asked, staring out into space. 

Penelope found the offer so odd, all she could do was nod. Denise leaned 
and kissed her tenderly on the lips, then climbed out of the bed and 
donned her robe. Penelope found herself following. 

"I find that a cup of tea helps me think better." Denise said, leading the
way to the kitchen. 

"Your thinking is working just fine. Jenny was right. You'd make a hell of
a fine psychologist." Penelope said, slipping into a chair. 

Denise just smiled at her and got out the ceramic teapot. To save energy 
and time, she filled it from the hot water tap and then microwaved it. 
Penelope sort of stared over towards the fire. Denise studied her form 
while she waited for the water to boil. 

"You know, you really are quite a stunning woman. I can quite easily see 
why Betty is so taken with you." Denise said. 

Penelope looked over at her a moment. 

"You need not be so kind to me. I know what I am... what I *really* am." 
Penelope replied, glancing at her, but feeling a quiver inside over the 
compliment. 

"Oh, and what is that?" Denise asked, removing the steaming pot from 
the microwave.

"I'm someone who uses people. I'm a grown up spoiled brat that got used 
to having her way just because she wanted it. I'm a hollow shell with no 
substance inside." Penelope said without looking at her, her eyes glassy 
again.

"I think you're wrong about that." Denise said, adding teabags to the pot 
and wrapping it in a cozy. 

"Don't bet the ranch on it." Penelope said, sarcastically. 

"Did you enjoy yourself with me, when we went into the bedroom?" 
Denise asked.

"Yes, of course. Why? What's that got to do with it?" Penelope asked, 
glancing at her. 

"Quite a bit really. But you sound like it was just sex to you." Denise 
said, getting down two mugs. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you that impression. You know it was 
more to me, much more."  Penelope said, glancing at her. 

"It *was* more than just sex. It was *good* sex. Is that what made it 
more?" Denise asked.

"NO!... You're putting words in my mouth." Penelope cried. 

"No, I'm offering you suggestions to help you explain how you feel. I 
wish very much to know. " Denise said, pouring the tea. 

"I'm sorry... What it was... was profoundly beautiful. As wonderfull as 
anything I have ever known in my life. You touch me deep inside. Unlike 
anybody else, as much as Betty.... moreso even. You have an almost 
mystical power to reach in and comfort a soul. That's why I became 
upset; because I can feel how shallow I must appear to you. How 
transpearant and empty." Penelope said, afraid to look at her. 

"Then you are overwrought for naught." Denise chuckled, "Because that 
is not at all how I perceive you. And the reason I don't perceive you as 
such is contained in the answer you just gave me. It *was* profoundly 
beautiful. I thouroughly enjoyed myself. Judging on sex alone, it was 
*outstanding*!  

I don't think you can have outstanding sex without there being more there.
Love was there, passion was there, tenderness, understanding and talent 
were there. You don't get those things by being shallow and empty. You 
get them by being caring, loving, understanding and gentle. None of 
which are attributes of spoiled brats." she concluded. 

"I could have been faking it." Penelope said. 

Denise sighed as she handed Penelope her tea. 

"Nice try. But there is an old addage that I firmly believe. It states that A
civilized person can pretend to be a barbarian. But a barbarian cannot 
pretend to be a civilized person. You can't fake tenderness, understanding
and talent. It just doesn't work." she said. 

"But what about what I did?" Penelope asked, taking a sip of tea.

"What about it?" Denise asked, sipping at her own. 

"Using your addage, my actions were those of a barbarian. I calously 
used people to fullfill my own gratification." Penelope argued. 

"I don't see it as such. I think a part of you was always attracted to 
Candice and Heather. Who wouldn't be? They're lovely and have 
engratiating personalities. But even if you weren't, would it matter? I 
mean, if you led them to believe that your soul interest in them was self 
gratification. That all you shared was sex, and perhaps a growing 
friendship, then I do not see that you have wronged them. They accepted 
your company on that basis. From what I have heard, it was hardly 
unpleasant for them. Now combine that with the fact that you no longer 
feel that way -and it appears quite probable that they don't either- then I
see no problem. As far as Betty is concerned, you are sadly mistaken if 
you think she cares a bit how you managed to get together with her. As 
she was clearly laying for you before you ever arrived here. Jenny and I 
talked with her about you after the party at her folks. She was virtually 
dripping over you then. So your manuvering to get close to her now only 
placed you right where she wanted you." Denise chuckled. 

"Perhaps... But I still feel I owe them all an appology. And I don't know 
how they are going to react." Penelope said, fearfully. 

"If you feel you owe them an appology, give them one. But don't think 
yourself shallow for feeling you owe it. It's been my experience that 
people who are truly shallow don't really care one way or the other about 
stuff like that. I was just stating that you shouldn't expect people to judge
you based upon your perception of yourself. 

If I judge people at all, I choose to judge them based upon my own 
perceptions of them. As limiting at that may be, it's all I've got to go on.
It's worked for me so far and I'm sticking to it." Denise chuckled. 

She stood and carried her cup over by the fireplace. She set it down and 
stooped to add more wood to the fire. Penelope found herself watching 
her from the kitchen table. Denise closed up the fireplace and settled in 
on the short sofa. 

"Would you care to join me?" Denise asked. 

Penelope found herself smiling at her. She took her cup and moved to join 
Denise on the sofa. 

"I think you're perceptions of me are faulty, but I may as well take 
advantage of them while I can." Penelope chuckled, settling in next to 
her. 

"My perceptions are functioning just fine, and what they perceive when 
focused on you.... is one *very* alluring woman." Denise demurred, 
holding her gaze. 

Penelope felt herself quivering inside once more. Denise had left her 
glasses in the bedroom and the full force of her emerald eyes captured 
Penelope's soul. She sort of gulped, but could not look away. She was 
powerless as Denise leaned toward her and kissed her tenderly. Penelope 
was so entranced that her orgasm took her without warning. It was all she 
could manage not to spill her tea as her body convulsed with pleasure. 

Denise smiled warmly as she pulled back. 

"You think what you will of yourself, but shallow, empty people *don't* 
experience such passion." she said, softly. 

"So where do we go from here?" Penelope asked, unable to resist her any 
further. 

"I was thinking of back to bed. We can work the rest out as we come to 
it." Denise said, sipping her tea.

"Betty and the girls are exceptionally lucky to have you." Penelope said. 

"I consider myself the lucky one, to have them. My luck seems 
unbounded at times. I would never have dreamed that there might 
someday be eight of us." Denise replied. 

"Eight? So you really *are* for a union?" Penelope asked, almost 
shocked. 

"Yes, I think we all are. With as long as you've known Betty, and as long 
as I've known Jenny, Candice and Heather were the wild cards. But I'm 
extremely impressed with both of them. The only real question is how we 
all will get along in the long run, and there is only one real test of that;
the 
long run itself." Denise said. 

"Do you really think we have a chance?" Penelope asked, snuggling back 
against her side. 

"A chance, yes. But I think we can better our odds by how we approach 
this." Denise said, rubbing her cheek softly against Penelope's. 

"How do you think we should approach it?" Penelope asked, enjoying the 
touch of Denise's skin upon hers. 

"I think the best way is defining itself, with you asking Jenny, Candice 
and Heather to marry you. When Betty, the girls and I get married and if 
you all follow through with your marrige, then that will establish two 
*stable* groups. I won't lie to anyone about what is most important to me.
That is marrying Betty and the girls. We work together. We know we 
work together. We have all shown our willingness to bust our asses to 
make it work for us. I am unwilling to risk threatening that relationship 
for any reason. 

Your group... Well, you've known Candice and Heather actually longer 
than I've known any of my group. In your case, your wildcard is Jenny. 
She's your unknown. You, Candice and Heather have shown each other 
that you can get along over a period of time. I know Jenny well enough to 
believe very strongly that it will work out for you. But I can't make that
determination for you or the others. You have to do that yourselves. 

Anyway, that establishes two core groups with very strong interconnects. 
If the long run proves conducive to the eight of us, then we simply 
connect the groups. If not, then none of us lose what we really desire, 
which I believe to be stable long term relationships with those we've 
come to love so dearly." Denise said. 

"I think I see what you are saying. If the eight of us find that we really
can't get along in the long run, then we simply separate back to the two 
core groups?" Penelope asked. 

"Basically, yes. I don't mean that we have to totally separate. I'm most 
certain that there would continue to be considerable interaction between 
the groups. But doing it that way, it just increases our odds. At times I'm
amazed that any two people can get along for any length of time. The 
odds against eight doing it are beyond astronomical. Fact is that I'm not 
certain that our group will last forever. I want it to, I will work my ass off

to try to make it so, but that's not a guarantee. Those girls are still very
young, no matter how mature they are. They may simply out grow us. 
They may decide they no longer wish to be married to old ladies. And I 
don't mean to imply that the girls are the only source of what could go 
wrong. Betty may find a long term relationship with me tedious. All those 
little quirks about me she finds so endearing now, may turn into 
fingernails on a chalkboard. The same thing may happen to me. I 
recognize the possibilities for failure, but I'm willing to put my whole 
being into playing against the odds, which is what we all are doing." 
Denise said. 

"You make it all sound so clinical and scientific." Penelope said. 

"I don't mean to. God, if it were only *that* simple. But even that isn't 
what most people think it is. Just for your information, there are currently
no less than eight separate views of reality at the foundation of modern 
science. So I guess maybe it's really not all that different. But we're 
talking about people here. Science has nothing more to do with it than 
simply being one of my passions. It's what I know, so I have a tendency 
to try to apply it to everything else. But I have little or no faith in it
when 
it comes to interactions between people." Denise chuckled, lightly 
caressing Penelope's shoulder. 

"Well, one area that you've certainly raised to a science is your 
lovemaking ability. Just the touch of your fingers on my shoulder 
produces goosebumps all over me." Penelope said, showing Denise her 
other arm. 

"The way I've done that, is by *not* making it a science. Science wouldn't
care about what *I* feel from this. The day I don't notice how your skin 
feels under my fingertips, is the day I lose my talent as a lover." Denise
said, letting her fingers roam, and thouroughly enjoying it. 

"You *are* one incredible woman." Penelope said, turning to meet her 
lips.

The kiss deepened as their hands traced each others bodies. Afterward 
they held each others gaze for a time, then Denise arose and led Penelope 
by the hand back to the bedroom. 

------------------------

Heather fairly quivered in Andrea's arms as she lay back panting for 
breath. Andrea -equally as breathless- smiled happily over the feeling of 
the older girl in her arms. 

"I never dreamed it could be this good, but to find so much talent in one 
place is unbelievable. Where did you all learn this?" Heather managed to 
gasp.

"From each other mostly." Andrea said, softly caressing the woman's firm 
body. 

Heather snuggled to her and kissed her softly on the neck. Andrea ran her 
fingers down her sides and Heather quivered internally again, feeling just
short of another orgasm. 

"How can you affect me so, so soon after what I just felt?" Heather 
asked. 

Andrea considered her reply a moment. 

"I think Denise explained that last night. It's from *passion*. You *feel*
passion so I affect you so." she replied. 

Heather sort of nodded to herself. 

"But it's you women who have instilled such passion in me. I never felt 
like this before we came here." she said. 

"Not even with Candice? She seemed most passionate to me." Andrea 
asked.

"Candice has been really special to me ever since we first met, but before
we came here, we never experienced anything like this. After our night 
with you and Cindy, it was better between us than it has ever been." 
Heather replied, carefully. 

"Depth of feeling." Andrea mused, nodding to herself. 

"Depth of feeling?" Heather asked, not understanding. 

"I'm sorry. I was talking to myself. I was just thinking how it sounds so 
similar to what happened between Cindy and I. Denise and Betty taught 
us a new *depth of feeling*. A depth we had never known preveiously." 
Andrea replied. 

"Yes! That's it. It's like what Canidice and I felt for each other was 
suddenly taken to a new level. You taught us *how* to love each other. 
Before we were just..... I don't know... *experimenting*. Is that how it 
was between you and Cindy?"  Heather asked.

"Oh... sort of, but not really. I didn't realize what I had at all. My
attitude 
about love was totally different. I had no clue how special she was. I 
abused her pretty badly and I almost lost her over it."  Andrea said, 
uncomfortably. 

"That would have been a shame. She's a doll. A real darling. But I find it
hard to believe you abused her. You're both so loving and caring now." 
Heather said. 

"I'm more grateful than words can express that I didn't lose her. It was all
Denise and Betty's doing that I didn't." Andrea said, a bit misty eyed. 

"How did they do that?" Heather asked, snuggling closer and softly 
kissing her cheek. 

"Oh... I guess the real change in me came when I saw *them* instill that 
*passion* we've been talking about in Cindy. It somehow opened my 
eyes to what I'd lost. But it started with my going to Denise and asking to
become her slave. She instilled that passion in me effortlessly. As if she'd
reached inside me and flipped a switch. In reality all she did was look me
in the eyes and kiss me. I climaxed in the middle of the kiss. She did too,
but I doubt I had much to do with that." Andrea said. 

"I don't. You're one of the lovliest women I've ever met. You're just plain
hot girl." Heather said, nuzzling her neck. 

"Thank you. You're quite lovely yourself. 

I didn't feel that way at that time though. I've mostly only felt that way in
the arms of my other loves here. And now the rest of you. It's kind of 
funny, but the more I learn how to care for the others I love, the prettier I
feel." Andrea said. 

Heather caressed her back with her fingertips. Her hands came to rest on 
Andrea's cheeks and she found herself cupping them. 

"It's hard for me to fathom you not feeling pretty. Especially with an ass
this firm." she chuckled. 

"It takes more than a firm ass to feel pretty. It takes someone who loves 
you telling you you are pretty and meaning it." Andrea said, letting her 
hands roam to Heather's breasts. 

Heather replied by finding her lips with her own. 

----------------------

"It's hard for me to believe all this has really happened to me." Canidice
said, reclinning in Cindy's loving arms. 

Cindy sat with her back propped against the wall with a pillow in the 
small of her back. Her hands lightly caressed Candice's breasts, sides and
abdomen. She leaned her head to kiss Candice softly on the neck. 

"Mmmm All this what?" Cindy asked, softly nibbling with her lips. 

"All this loving for one. God, the day before yesterday I was a closet 
dyke who didn't know the first thing about love. All I knew was how to 
wiggle my tits to earn my tuition. I wasn't even very good at that." 
Candice said. 

"Could have fooled me. I seem to recall you wiggling them most 
effectively in my direction." Cindy chuckled. 

"Thank you, love. But you were inspiring. I never wiggled them like that 
before for anybody else." Candice said, taking Cindy's hand and kissing it
softly. 

"Not even for Heather and Penelope?" Cindy asked, teasing her nipples 
playfully. 

"No... Heather and I were close, but not as close as we are now. We 
didn't really know how to love each other. Penelope's been a sort of off 
and on thing in our life. She'd show up unannounced at our door on a 
Friday night with a bottle of champange and we'd have -what we thought 
was- great sex for a day or two. Then she'd dissapear again for a month 
or so. But you've changed things between us and her too. I can't fathom 
not seeing her for that long anymore." Candice mused, enjoying Cindy's 
light touch. 

"Well you've got each other now, and I don't think you'll have to worry 
about not seeing her. I heard you agree to marry her just this morning." 
Cindy chuckled. 

"That *was* just this morning, wasn't it. That's what I mean. So much has 
happened to me since we walked into the door here, it just doesn't seem 
real. It all seems like some big, wonderful dream." Candice said, laying 
her hands atop Cindy's and holding them affectionately to her breasts. 

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It's been like that for me since Denise 
came to pick me up from the hospital. I keep expecting to wake up at any 
moment and find the last few months have been a dream." Cindy said. 

"I can't believe you tried to kill yourself. I'm thrilled you didn't succeed.
But why did you even try?" Candice asked.

"Oh... It's kind of complicated. Andrea and I had broken up... I was pretty
broken up about that. I realized I was in love with Denise and I didn't 
think I had a ghost of a chance at a relationship with her. It was like 
losing two loves in one week. What I needed the most, I didn't think I had
any chance of finding. I don't know how it is in college, but the ratio of
lesbians to straights in junior high is pretty slim." Cindy said, laying her
cheek against Candice's.

"It's not all that great in college." Candice said. 

"Yeah... Anyway, what I needed most was tender love, and it looked like 
I didn't have a ghost of a chance of finding it. I just couldn't face living
without love.... I didn't think about how it would affect those who loved 
me. My folks I mean. I also discovered that more people cared for me 
than I ever knew. 

It's kind of ironic, but I never would have had a chance with Denise if I 
hadn't tried to kill myself. It even changed the relationship between 
Andrea and I too, or led to it rather. It was Denise who got us back 
together." Cindy said. 

"Well, as I say; I'm thrilled to death that you failed. I would never have
come to know just how wonderful love can be." Candice said.

"You might have. Denise and Betty were already together then. Your 
connection to us is through Penelope, Betty's long term friend. So I don't
think that's true." Cindy said. 

"Perhaps. But I don't believe it. One, it was your birthday that prompted 
Penelope to suggest us. I don't think she would have done that for an 
event involving just Denise and Betty. But even if she had, I still would 
have missed you, and that would make me very sad indeed...... I've come 
to feel very fond of you." Candice said, turning her head to find Cindy's 
cheek. 

"Mmm Thank you. I've grown quite fond of you too." Cindy said. 

Their lips met and they shared a long deep kiss. Their hands began to 
roam freely over each others body's. Candice turned in Cindy's embrace 
as Cindy's fingers found their way between her legs. Candice giggled in 
response. 

-------------------------

Betty napped lightly after her lovemaking session with Jenny. Jenny 
remained awake, sitting with her back against the wall and looking out 
across the landscape of Betty's firm body. Inside Jenny was a seething 
mass of emotion. At once ecstatic and sad. 

Her breakup with Jake had hit her harder than she thought it would. She 
was deeply saddened that he would so easily throw away all they had 
shared. At the same time she was floating over the concept of marrying 
Penelope, Heather and Candice with the eventual possibility of linking 
with Denise and the rest. But even that was not without it's downside. 
She wondered idly how her real folks would feel about her becoming a 
lesbian. That is if she ever met them. 

Thinking of herself as a lesbian suddenly struck Jenny very oddly. But 
she *had* become a lesbian, she thought, whether or not she had ever 
intended to. It had happened the instant Denise's lips had met hers that 
day in her office. She wasn't surprised she wanted to continue as one too.
Since that moment she had come to know passion, desire and fullfillment 
as she had never dreamed existed.

Looking out over Betty's sleek body Jenny felt a wave of that desire 
engulf her. She felt an overwhelming urge to bury her tongue up inside 
her and feel *Euneika* throbbing between her lips. Jenny grinned to 
herself as she gently moved Betty's legs apart and crawled between them. 
She was only three licks into it when Betty awoke with a sharp intake of 
her breath. This was followed by soft moans and fingers prompting 
Jenny's body around into a reciprocal position. 

-----------------------------

Nobody was awake in the early morning hours when the generator 
sucked in it's last drop of fuel and sputtered to a stop. It would be some
time before anyone would notice it's absense.

 
Chapter Thirty-one

Penelope awoke snuggled to Denise's side. She stretched like a cat and 
inhaled deeply, discovering a sharp nip in the air. It was cold in the bare
room. She lifted her head and looked around at it's bleakness. The 
unpainted walls plain sheetrock with ugly stripes and dots where joints 
and screws had been covered and sanded. A single bare incandesant 
lightbulb sat dark in it's white ceramic fixture. Light glowed in the room
from the sun shining through a sheet that had been tacked up as a 
makeshift curtain over the window. The only furniture in the room two 
wooden bench stools and the matress on which she lay next to Denise.  

It was a most unlikely place for an heiress to find herself waking up. 
Penelope realized with a start that it was also the *exact* place where she
wished to wake up every morning for the rest of her life. Perhaps not with
the same partner each morning -not that there was a thing wrong with the 
goddess beside her- but Penelope had discovered that she *craved* the 
variety of multiple partners like an addiction. That was what had driven 
her to episode after episode with her *boy-toys*. Always seaching for 
some kind of fullfillment that had always escaped her.... until now. 

Penelope realized that for the first time in her life, she knew contentment.
It stemmed from the *women* now in her life, not her *boy-toys*. It 
stemmed from women like the one who lay sleeping peacefully beside 
her. Who the previous evening had prompted her to the highest levels of 
passion she had ever known, then had held her tenderly in her arms as she 
comforted her wracking sobs. Administering soothing kisses and caresses 
that were far beyond the scope of compassion and tenderness she would 
have received from any man she had ever known save her father. It wasn't 
just the passion and it wasn't just the tenderness and compassion, but 
together they grasped Penelope firmly in the tendrils of love. Penelope 
was in love with Denise. She was in love with Betty, Jenny, Heather, 
Candice, Cindy and Andrea too. Seven lovely women. Seven was a very 
lucky number indeed. 

Denise's blonde tresses lay splayed about her on the pillow. The side of 
her face illuminated by the diffused light passing through the sheet. 
Penelope lightly lay her fingers upon her skin and felt it's soft texture as
she lightly stroked it. Denise half-smiled in her sleep and inhaled deeply.
Her eyes fluttered open and the deep emerald pools grasped Penelope's 
soul once more. 

"Mmm Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?" Denise asked, reaching 
out to return the caresses. 

"Like a baby in it's mothers arms...... I love you." Penelope heard herself
reply. 

"I'm glad. I love you too." Denise said, smiling at her. 

Penelope felt herself drawn into an embrace she was powerless to resist. 
Lips softly touched hers, but no tongue probed between them. Penelope 
would have quite welcomed it if it had, unlike advances made to her 
seemingly countless times by her boy-toys in the morning. It was just one 
more little thoughtful action that so endeared this woman to her. The 
tender kiss ended too soon to quench Penelope's growing desire. 

"Let's go brush our teeth and then we can come back." Denise suggested. 

Penelope found herself nodding against her new love. 

------------------------

Andrea stirred, feeling motion on the bed. She looked up and found 
Heather dressing on the edge of the bed. There was a chill in the room, 
but it wasn't eminating from Heather. From her, she felt warmth and love. 
She reached out and lightly touched her back to let her know she was 
awake. 

"Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?" Heather asked, smiling back 
at her.

"Quite well.... Where are you going?" Andrea asked. 

"The power's off. The generator's probably out of gas again. The heaters 
need it to work. I'll be right back." Heather said, pulling on her shoes. 

"Oh... As long as you come right back. I was hoping to snuggle with you 
some more." Andrea said. 

"Gladly." Heather said, moving to bend over Andrea and softly kissing 
her lips.

The kiss was too short for both of them, but Heather pulled herself away 
after a quick hug. 

"I'll be right back." Heather said, slipping away. 

Andrea watched her firm retreating backside. Something about it 
reminded her of Cindy. She realized much about Heather reminded her of 
Cindy, but in other ways she was quite different. Like different recipes of
piquant salsa, both wonderful and savory. Andrea was still pondering this 
when the muted sound of the generator hit her ears. A moment later the 
heater kicked on. Heather was back in the room within five minutes, 
stripping her clothes off again. 

"That was fast." Andrea said. 

"There was ample lure to return quickly, between the cold out there and 
the warmth of your stunning body." Heather grinned, climbing back into 
the bed with her. 

Andrea felt the coolness of her cheek against her as she welcomed 
Heather in her arms. She used her hands to try to warm Heather's body. 
The effect was not lost on the older girl. Cold hands met her breasts and 
teased her nipples as lips that were surprisingly warm met hers. 

--------------------------

"What's that?" Cindy asked, opening her eyes. 

"Someone started the generator back up." Candice replied from behind 
her. 

Cindy became aware of the arms wrapped around her body from behind. 
She lay her hand over them and turned her head back to kiss Candice on 
the cheek. 

"Did we sleep like this? You must be freezing." Cindy mused. 

"Not a bit. I've had your warm, wonderful body keeping me comfortable 
all night." Candice replied, kissing her cheek in return. 

"Mmm But I'll bet your back is cold sitting against that wall. Have you 
been awake long?" Cindy asked.

"Not long. I awoke about ten minutes ago with an angel in my arms. I've 
just been sitting here admiring her attributes." Candice said. 

"Denise talks like that at times. It always gets me wet. You're having the
same effect, but it's just reminding me that I have to go. Let me slip out
and then you can examine my attributes to your hearts content. You 
probably have to go too as I'm laying on your bladder." Cindy said, 
attempting to sit up. 

Candice suddenly hugged her tightly to her for a moment. 

"I would gladly endure a bunch of disscomfort anytime to feel you laying 
against me. You may have been laying on my bladder, but I was much 
more aware of the *other* places your body was touching mine." Candice 
mused, releasing her. 

Cindy looked back at her a moment, then leaned to tenderly kiss her. 

"You hold that thought. I'll be right back." she said.

"If you must leave my arms, then my body compells me to follow. Now 
that you mention it I need to go too." Candice chuckled, climbing out of 
the bed. 

"Luckily, it's not a long trip since we got the plumbing done out here." 
Cindy said, slipping on a light robe as she led the way. 

Candice donned the heavier terry robe and let Cindy lead her by the hand. 
Cindy didn't think a thing about plunking down and relieving herself. 
Candice seemed a little uncomfortable, but a bit curious. Cindy noticed. 

"I'm sorry. We're pretty informal around here about the bathrooms. It's 
not uncommon for several of us to be in one at the same time. I didn't 
even think that it might make you feel uncomfortable." Cindy said. 

"No, it's alright. I prefer informality, really. I mean, it's not as if either
of 
us has anything to hide from each other after last night." Candice mused. 

"Well, we generally prefer -and give each other- privacy for more 
advanced things, but we don't think a thing about urinating in front of 
each other." Cindy said, daubing herself with a tissue square and 
standing. 

She reached back and flushed the toilet. Candice moved her robe aside 
and plunked down. 

"Tell you what. I'm gonna run get us some tooth brushes. I'll be back in a
flash." Cindy said, moving off to give Candice some privacy. 

Candice looked after her, a bit relieved, but also strangely dissapointed.
She realized with a start that she had *wanted* Cindy to watch her. She 
pondered this as she began to relieve herself. 

Cindy returned a few minutes later to find Candice leaning against the 
counter, seemingly deep in thought. 

"Here. A brand new, unused toothbrush all your own. Betty keeps a case 
of them around." Cindy said, offering a package to her. 

"I love you." Candice said, looking up at her. 

Cindy noticed her eyes were a bit misty. 

"I love you too. But if a toothbrush brings that reaction, I wonder what 
the toothpaste will ellicit?" Cindy chuckled. 

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to get maudlin on you. It's never been easy for me
to say that before. I never meant it like this either. You make it easy to
say and to mean it. I do love you. I love everything about you. It's as if at
this moment I'm so full of love I could bust." Candice said, misty eyed. 

Cindy set down the toothbrushes and gently enfolded Candice into her 
arms. Candice quivered as she moved against her. 

"You weren't being maudlin. You were being honest. I honor that much 
more than an empty compliment. I love you too. Last night was very 
special between us. In fact it's been a very special time ever since you and
the others walked in the door." Cindy said, kissing her softly on the 
corner of her mouth. 

Candice almost sobbed in her arms. Her body continued to quake and 
tears rolled down her cheeks as she hugged Cindy tightly. 

Cindy hugged back, unsure of what had prompted the profound display of 
affection, but accepting it honestly. 

"And now my love. If you will allow me to scrub this dragons moss off 
my teeth, then I will be most happy to show you just exactly how special 
you are to me." Cindy said, kissing Candice's tears from her face. 

"Certainly. I'm sorry to act this way. I'm sure that it's really me who has
dragons breath. I haven't seen a toothbrush in two days and my tongues 
seen more pussy in that time than it has in years before." Candice said, 
releasing her and picking up the new toothbrush. 

"Your breath is just fine. It takes more than the aroma of a woman to put 
me off. Fact is that I think it's the sexiest perfume on the planet. But I
personally don't feel comfortable kissing someone until I've scrubbed my 
choppers." Cindy chuckled, moving to the sink. 

Candice nodded and moved in beside her, opening the package. She 
seemed at a loss as to what to do with the package as the bathroom had 
no wastebasket as yet. 

"Leave it for now." Cindy mumbled around her toothbrush. 

Candice grinned and nodded. Moving to add paste and brush her own 
teeth. 

Afterward, Cindy pulled her back into her arms and Candice discovered 
what a kiss was. Halfway through it she convulsed in orgasm and a 
passionate moan escaped her. Without breaking contact between their 
lips, Cindy walked them back into the bedroom and leaned them back 
onto the bed. Once again Candice had tears in her eyes. Cindy pulled 
their robes from between them as they continued to kiss and they lay skin 
to skin. Their hands exploring and caressing each others bodies. 

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Jenny became aware of the warm body in her arms. She knew it wasn't 
Jake, the tender skin beneath her touch was too soft. This was a 
*woman* in her arms, but it wasn't Denise. Denise had a different feel to 
her. This woman was not as large breasted. Just a bit shorter, but very 
firm. A short trip into her memory retrieved Betty's name and the 
conditions that resulted in Jenny waking with her in her arms. Jenny 
smiled as the memories came flooding back to her. 

As good as it had been at times with Jake, somehow she had never 
known the contented fulfillment she presently felt. It wasn't just the 
outstanding sex either. These women had touched her heart. They were 
loving, attentive, giving and honestly caring. She felt no qualms over her
pending marrige to Penelope and the others. Even though she had never 
dreamed of making love to a woman just two short months before. Now 
she was a happily confirmed lesbian.... or was she? Was she seriously 
thinking of swearing off men totally? Not really. She had honestly 
enjoyed herself with Jake. Not that he was anywhere near as talented a 
lover as any one of these women were. Perhaps that was simply because 
women understood what made women happy. But Jenny had to admit that 
there was a certain feeling about having a man inside her. She liked it. 
She didn't really want to give that up. Optimum to her would be to feel a 
man inside her while she felt a woman's tongue on her clitoris. Perhaps 
while she buried her face between the woman's thighs. 

The thought made her absently stroke Betty's firm body sensually. Betty 
stired beside her and began to respond in kind. All thoughts about men 
simply vanished from Jenny's mind for the moment. 

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Candice lay gasping in Cindy's arms once more. Cindy tenderly caressed 
her face and body as she caught her breath. On impulse, she flicked out 
her tongue and captured a drop of perspiration from Candice's face. 
Candice quivered in her arms in response. 

"How can you affect me like this?" Candice managed to ask. 

"Mmm. Like what?" Cindy asked, nibbling softly on her neck. 

"Like this. I've had more loving in the past two days than I've ever known
in my life, yet one touch of your lips and I'm quivering again." Candice 
said, lightly caressing Cindy's back and sides. 

Cindy pulled back and looked into her eyes. She gently moved aside a 
damp curl of hair and then placed her lips where it had lain. 

"It's called passion. And you aren't alone in feeling it." she said softly.

"You seem to know a lot about it. How did you learn?" Candice asked.

"From darling my loves here. Andrea and I became friends at school just 
before the end of our seventh grade year. The next summer we spent lots 
of time up at her parents cabin by one of the lakes. She was patient 
enough I was ready to be seduced when she finally made her move. I 
didn't tell her then, but it wouldn't have been necessary to raid her fathers
liquor cabinet. But it gave her the extra bravado to make her move, so it 
worked out alright. Most of what I know I learned from her, but a great 
deal of it came from Denise. I don't know if she realizes how absolutely 
awesome she is as a lover." Cindy replied. 

"All of you are awesome as far as I can tell. I *thought* I knew how to 
please a woman until we came here, but  I was just a babe in the woods 
compared to all of you." Candice mused. 

"A *babe* you *are*, I wouldn't mind at all finding you in the woods." 
Cindy teased, tickling Candice playfully. 

Candice giggled and squirmed a bit. Cindy broke off her attack. 

"Tell me something." Cindy asked, more seriously. 

"Name it. Anything." Candice replied. 

"What were you upset about when I came back to the bathroom earlier?" 
Cindy asked.

Candice suddenly blushed a bit and dropped her eyes. 

"Oh, nothing." she said. 

"No, it wasn't nothing. First you were visibly upset, then you were 
suddenly hot as a fire cracker. Now what was it?" Cindy prodded. 

Candice seemed almost upset again. She seemed afraid to look at Cindy. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Forget it if it's
too personal." Cindy said after a time. 

"No... It's alright. You've been open and honest with me. You deserve an 
answer. It's just sort of embarassing." Candice managed. 

"Whatever it may be... It couldn't make me not like you. That just isn't 
possible at this point." Cindy comforted, softly caressing her shoulder. 

Candice sort of quivered again, but forced herself  to talk.

"It was after you went to the bathroom. I never watched anybody that 
closely before. Then when I sat down... I was suddenly embarassed. You 
sensed that and gave me my privacy... but after you had gone.... I found 
myself ....  I don't know.. a bit *dissapointed* you didn't stay and watch
me. The thought shocked me and I began to wonder *why* I *wanted* 
you to watch. That's when I realized just how much I've fallen for all of 
you." Candice said, tears forming in her eyes. 

"I don't follow. What's the connection?" Cindy asked. 

"I wanted you to watch! I wanted you to watch because I love you! I 
want you to know everything about me!  Then maybe you'll love me the 
same way!" Candice cried. 

Cindy sat back a moment aghast at the thought. 

"I *do* love you the same way. I still don't see what urination has to do 
with it though." Cindy said, gently pulling Candice into her arms to 
comfort her. 

"I know it doesn't make much sense.... But you are so open and free... 
that's one of the -many- things I love about you. I wanted you to watch so
that you would see the same thing in me. But it's not really true. I'm not as
open and free as you. I should be, I'm older, but I'm not. In some ways 
I'm very shy." Candice said, tears running down her cheeks as she found 
herself snuggling to Cindy's warm body.