I reluctantly dragged myself away from her, before her soft touch had me going again. “It’s not my call to make. I mean that was incredible, really, but I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Yes, you should have. And Beth wanted me to get with you.”
“Let’s get you dressed. Anyone could be here any moment. And Beth and Debbie and I need to have a long talk, long before they see you naked around here.”
“So you think you might see me naked around here again?” she asked, as she tugged her panties back up her legs, trapping my dripping cum.
“You are a gorgeous, sweet girl, and it must be obvious how much I enjoyed that. If it’s alright with Beth and Debbie, I’d certainly love a repeat, but I don’t want to be doing this behind their back. Doing it today was wrong. Not because of you, but because of me, and my commitments to them.” I was almost fully dressed by the time I got it all out.
I sat down to put my shoes back on, which I had kicked off at some point, and she sat next to me, cuddling up. She had her skirt back on but was still naked from the waist up.
“I won’t push it,” she told me, while applying kisses to my shoulders and neck that contradicted her words. “But the offer is open. That was really nice, and I get wet and tingly all over thinking of doing you with Beth along to watch and help.”
I was finally able to shoo Amie out of the house, and I was feeling immensely guilty. What had I been thinking?
Not too much time for that though, I still had to clean up and head over to Beth’s house for the evening.
* * *
The less said about that ordeal the better.
I wasn’t really sure what she had told her parents, but over appetizers, I came to understand that they believed she was living in my house platonically, and that we had two other room-mates.
They were interested in finding out more about this notion of hers of leaving her job and starting a day-care on my property. What did I know about the business? Who was this “Debbie” that was going to be her partner? How were we going to come up with the start-up capital? Was I trying to stop her from going to college in the fall? How would this affect her swimming aspirations?
Damn. A lot of questions. But at least ones I could answer for the most part.
The conversation carried over to a good, if not inspired dinner. Of course, I was getting spoiled by Debbie’s unreasonably outstanding culinary arts. We talked about the separate building, the business plan, the financing by subdividing and taking out a mortgage on the business part of the property. Talking numbers seemed to make Beth’s father, George, feel better. The more numbers the better. I even invited him over to take a look at the place.
Beth’s mother on the other hand wasn’t so easy to take care of. She wasn’t a bad looking woman, carrying a few extra pounds but wearing them pretty well. I could see where Beth had gotten some of her looks from. The rest must have been from the mailman, her old man was down right butt-ugly.
Susan grilled me on the living arrangements. I explained about my room downstairs, and the rooms upstairs for the women. She wanted to know more about the kids. Beth volunteered some information, but Susan wanted to hear it from me, so I expanded on what she had said.
“So, are you dating?” she asked me. “Or are one of these women your girlfriend?”
“I’m not really in a single, serious relationship,” I answered, not quite lying. I was actually in at least two. “We do go out some, and I feel a little weird acting like the man about the house for two six-year olds, but we’ve only been in the house a few weeks now, and life is too hectic to be running around getting involved in dating now.”
Of course, they had to know that Beth and I had gone out several times before this whole house-thing had started, but blessedly that didn’t come up at the table.
Dinner was mercifully short, and George and I retired to the den while the women cleaned up.
He offered me a drink, and as I sipped on the Scotch and water, he broke the ice again.
“Three women under one roof, and two of them divorced. I don’t know whether to envy you, or feel sorry for you.” His laugh sounded a bit forced.
“Well, one of them is dating right now, and that may help a bit, but her sister wants to move in for the summer, as if I didn’t have enough estrogen in the building.” I answered, smiling.
“Once they’ve been in there a while, and they all get on the same cycle, you may want to move out to that daycare building for one week out of the month.”
We both got a chuckle out of that one.
“She’s going to college in the fall.” He told me abruptly.
“I know she’d applied,” I told him.
“Applied, hell! She’s got two scholarships for swimming. She turned down Florida for GW. Now George Washington is a great school, and their program is excellent – but Florida? A top 5 school, and a full ride at that? Did you have anything to do with that?” He seemed a little agitated.
“God’s honest truth, George, I never heard a word about it until now.” I told him honestly. “George Washington is supposed to be a terrific school, though. Maybe it’s the academics.” I answered.
“That’s what she said,” he muttered. “How can she turn down a $20, 000 dollar a year scholarship, where she’ll be the top dog, to move to Florida, and be lucky to swim until her junior year?”
“I don’t know much about the swimming world. I think you’ll just have to trust her on this one.” I told him.
“Yeah, but it’s hard. She’s our baby. Only child. I only want the best for her,” he told me.
“Can’t do much better than that, school wise.” I answered.
“There is that. She’s talking about a Masters in Education. I certainly couldn’t afford it on my own.”
The women broke in around then, and Beth reminded them that we both had to work the next day. She had swimming at 5:30 am. It was time to move on.
George seemed reasonably calm about the whole thing, but on the way out the door Susan tugged me aside for just a second, and whispered in my ear, “Don’t you dare break her heart.”
She didn’t say it in a joking or even friendly manner.
Crap.
* * *
When I got home, there was an almost palpable chill in the air. The living room was empty. Beth’s car wasn’t there yet, so the talk I was hoping to have with her would have to wait.
I found Debbie in the kitchen. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her.
“Don’t tell me what you guys had for dinner, I’ll probably end up crying.” I teased her.
“Survived the event, did you?” She asked concernedly.
“Barely, but the Mom has her claws out.”