Those two young people weren’t going to be friends anymore. It had become something else. Trixie kept sucking lightly on the heads of the two cocks in her face while watching Dennis and Brandy adjust to each other. Brandy had her hands wrapped around the back of her lover’s neck as she gave him a look of affection and devotion; a look he easily returned. Rather than rushing things at first, she just rocked back and forth on his cock, enjoying the novel sensation of it sliding into her. For his part, Dennis just let her pick the pace. His hands were firmly locked on her picture-perfect posterior, and he was obviously enjoying the tightness of her. Together they managed to removed most of the young girl’s costume (luckily there was a lot of velcro involved) so they could feel their bodies against each other.
The scene continued like that for a while. Mike stayed buried in Trixie’s backside while the other three rotated around between her hands and her mouth. With all of the teasing that had happened earlier and the lesbian show they had been given, combined with the added pleasure of multiple penetration, the boys were all about ready to burst. Mike was the first to approach climax. Trixie broke up the gathering and grabbed a wine glass she had conveniently left nearby. She pointed the head of his twitching cock into it just as he shot his load, and soon there was a thick layer of man-juice filling the bottom of the glass. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was up to, so as each of the other boys started to cum, their jism joined Mike’s at the bottom of the glass. And they each had pretty hefty donations to make. The glass was half full by the time they were done.
On the other side of the couch, it became clear that Brandy was experiencing her second orgasm of the evening. Her eyes were wide open again, and she was clinging to Dennis’s body with all of her strength. Dennis continued to pound her all the way through her orgasm, making her emit a series of high-pitched grunting sounds. Finally she almost melted onto him, unable to move. He gently turned her over so she was lying on the couch as he continued to fuck her. She managed enough strength to wrap her legs around his hips as he rhythmically slid in and out of her.
“I’m going to . . .”
She pushed him away at that point while simultaneously pulling the condom from his dick. With a firm grip on his member, she pulled it upward. He willingly obliged her and stuck it just an inch from her face. She glanced nervously at Trixie, who nodded with a warm smile. Brandy took the tip in her lips just as the first wave of cum came shooting out. She let as much of flow into her mouth as she could, but there was a lot of it. Some of it dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. When Dennis was spent, she turned and looked at the older girl, almost beaming with pride.
“Good girl,” said Trixie, raising her glass of jizz to her lips. “Swallow it all like a good girl.” Brandy swallowed and Trixie poured the contents of the glass into her own mouth, drinking it down. It was so yummy! She left a little floating in her mouth. She went over and gave Brandy a kiss, and their tongues helped share the remnants of their liquid meals. The remaining cum dripped out of their lips onto their faces, and some even dripped down onto Trixie’s cleavage. Brandy practically dove after it, licking all the sticky stuff from the tops of her tits. Trixie responded by licking the area around the young girl’s lips until they were clean. The two took a little longer than necessary to finish giving each other tongue baths, but no one seemed to care. The seven of them curled up together on the couch and just enjoyed the silence for a bit. Eventually, they all cleaned up and wandered off to bed. She let Dennis and Brandy have the guest room to themselves, hoping they would work on the blossoming romance. No one objected. As soon as Trixie’s head hit her own pillow, she was out like a light.
They were all up bright and early the next day. Trixie made a quick breakfast and they all clambered into the minivan. The trip up was delightful. There was none of the awkwardness she was afraid might happen. Everyone was glad that, even if it never happened again, they had been part of something kind of special last night.
They got to the field where the game was going to be played. Trixie saw Paul and Roger brown-nosing some guy who was probably the Olympic scout. She didn’t bother to go talk to him. He didn’t seem to notice. The boys all played spectacularly, and Trixie was ecstatic to see the scout taking notes with obvious interest on his face whenever they were out there. She took a great amount of glee when her son slipped on a piece of loose turf and fell (unhurt) onto his backside. And she enjoyed watching Brandy, who in turn was watching Dennis. She had the goofy grin of someone in love. Trixie hoped she would always be able to wear that smile.
The gang piled back into the minivan after the game and they headed back home. The trip was delayed a bit as the scout pulled Dennis aside to talk to him and get some background information. When the conversation was over, he was obviously excited. He had been strongly encouraged to try out for the Olympic team! The news was greeted with hugs and hoots from his comrades. They showed no signs of jealousy. They were just proud of the accomplishments of one of their own. And then he and Brandy started giving each other love-struck stares and whispered sweet nothings to one another. They got some good natured ribbing from the rest of the gang, all of whom were happy for the young lovers.
“It’s about fuckin’ time,” said Mike to Trixie when the others were out of earshot. “Those two have been playing the ‘But we’ve been friends so long’ game for years. The only people they were fooling were themselves.”
“I guess you’re right,” she responded. “But there is no going back now.”
She took them all to dinner when they got back home. It was obscenely late, so it wound up being dinner at Village Inn, but everyone’s spirits were high. She dropped them off at their houses one by one, with Brandy being last. The two stood next to the car at the end of the driveway for a while.
“You’re going away, aren’t you?” asked Brandy.
“Yeah. Paul isn’t apparently coming back until late tomorrow. My sister will have picked me up by then.”
Brandy had tears in her eyes. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” she said, giving the older woman a big hug.
Trixie was on the verge of tears herself. She had only know the young girl a few days, but she was as good a friend as she had ever had. They had done a lot for each other. “I’m not going to stay gone. Besides, you’ll be at college soon, and your new boyfriend will keep you busy.” That brought a smile to the girl’s face. Oh yeah. She had fallen hard.
“Can we come visit?” Brandy asked. “At least until you’re ready to come back?”
“If you want to. I’ll be staying with my sister, so no hanky panky.” Brandy looked honestly annoyed by that comment.
“Dennis and I will find a way around that. You aren’t getting away from us that easily.”
The two girls made idle conversation for a while longer. Trixie felt better. These kids, half her age or not, were her friends. And they were friends worth holding on to. The two girls exchanged a kiss which was friendly bordering on dangerous, but Brandy blushed and headed down her driveway. She might have been tempted, but she was with Dennis now, and wasn’t doing anything like that without his approval.
Trixie took a deep breath of night air. She felt something that was hard to name at first. Then it came to her. The air smelled Free. The night sky held promises rather than restrictions. She like the way she felt for the first time in ages. She clambered back into her vehicle and headed for her soon-to-be-ex-husband’s home. She still had some things to pack.