We spent some relaxing time on the couch together, discussing the housing situation, while I massaged the girls feet and calves. Beth knew about Amie’s desire to move in, but Debbie was still in the dark.
“I don’t know,” Debbie hedged, when we broached the subject. “I’m not certain how I feel about that particular hottie being around all the time. And I imagine Ron will end up being a fixture around here as well, as long as she’s here.”
“I know,” I told her. “I was kind of looking forward to Robin moving out in a few weeks, and having the place to ourselves. It’s been a wild ride so far, but I’d be happiest if it was just the three of us.”
Beth was taking Amie’s side. Not much of a surprise there. “I don’t think it’ll be that bad. She’s seeing Eric twice this week, and I think they’re getting more serious. I’m guessing that within a few weeks she’ll be spending as much time at his place as here. She just needs to get out of that house she’s sharing and find someplace for her stuff. She’s talked about moving back home but she has reservations.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Debbie laughed. “Her old man has it bad for her.”
It took a good bit of discussion, but Beth finally got her way. Debbie still had the last say.
“Ok. We’ll give her your room for now. But no long term commitments. If things don’t work out, or it gets too weird, we’ll have to let her find a new place. If that’s back at her father’s place, or at Eric’s, or just a new apartment that’s nearer, we’ll worry about it then.”
Beth was overjoyed and gave Debbie a big hug and kiss, thanking her. Then she ran off with phone in hand to tell her buddy the good news. Debbie and I turned off the lights, locked up the front, and headed to our sanctuary.
While she was in the tub, she told me the latest plan was for Beth and Amie to give their two weeks notice, and they’d open up for business as soon as I got back from Spain. While I was gone they’d finish the setup and organization, get a sign put up out front, and start contacting a few potential clients. She went on-and-on about their shopping successes, and I listened to her, overjoyed to hear her so happy.
Watching her walk to my side, naked and stunning, produced the reaction it always did. She smiled for me.
“I love that I can do that to you. Just walking in here.”
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Beyond all my dreams. I can’t help myself.”
“Sometimes I can almost believe that,” she said softly.
“Believe it.” I pulled her into the middle of our bed, and went down on her, opening her legs and tasting her, licking her, ecstatic in my ability to place my face between her perfect legs. Once more, I was astonished that I could even be with her.
“Am I sexier then your little teenage toys?”
Was that a hint of jealousness I was hearing?
“Debbie, you are the pinnacle, a picture of perfection. You are so sexy you make my body ache in need. How can you even ask?”
“They’re so young, so willing,” she said softly. “Beth is so pretty, and you were her first.”
“I wish I was your first,” I told her, moving up her body so I could make love to her.
“So do I. You would have been eleven,” she giggled. “I could have trained you.”
“C’mon, you’re not that much older than me,” I reminded her.
“Two years. You would have been eleven.”
“You were thirteen?”
“That’s when Uncle Wally figured I was old enough to earn my keep.”
She had never gone into any detail about her past. I knew too much already about her last relationship. Karen had said that Debbie had been on her own from an early age, but I had never known why nor had I asked.
While we made love, she told me a bit about her early days. Her Uncle sneaking into her room for years until she’d had enough of him and her aunt’s accusing, and moved out with an older boyfriend at 16. By seventeen she was knocked up, and was on her second live-in boyfriend, happy enough to have a roof overhead and medical benefits.
By eighteen she was living on her own and working like a dog, just to keep herself and her baby fed and sheltered. It wasn’t an ideal childhood. I couldn’t help but compare it to mine or Beth’s. We’d had it easy.
Our lovemaking was slow and gentle. She didn’t seem too upset talking about her past, but a couple of times she pulled me down and hugged me, silent while we relaxed together.
She had just starting telling me about living with an older couple, who seemed perfect at first, when our third-wheel came bouncing into the room. Beth stripped down in a heart beat and cuddled up beside us.
“She’s so happy! She’s going to move out this week. She’ll get some of her dad’s guys to move her Wednesday, if that’s cool.”
The end of the month. Made sense.
“We’ll need to get that room ready for her,” Debbie said, while I slowly resumed sliding in and out of her.