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Chapter 2 – Morning dawns and the rest of my amazing day

Morning came way too early, and my eyes opened to find Elaine standing there, looking at us with a secretive smile. "Oh, Elaine, oh..."

She smiled, my surrogate mom smiled at me laying naked on the floor with her daughter. "Relax, Brooke, you know some of my secrets, and I know a few of yours. I'm happy for you, more than you will ever know."

Tears welled up in my eyes and I started to sob. Elaine got on the floor and hugged me. "It's OK, baby, it's all a shock and kind of overwhelming. We are here for you, just take it easy for right now."

I felt better immediately and wasn't even sure what came over me.

Looking down at Patty, I decided it was time for her to join the land of the living. A touch to her ribs under the sheet, caused her to stir. She woke up and looked around in surprise. "Mom, morning," she acted like it was normal to be on the floor with me. Well in some ways I guess it is. We slept many nights on this floor, or the couch, after staying up too late and watching TV until all hours. But this is the first time we were naked, cuddled up, and covered only by a sheet.

Elaine waited while reality found a functioning brain cell and Patty turned an interesting shade of red.

"Everything is fine, Pat. Cathy filled me in last night after Liz and I came home to find the four of you down here. You probably don't remember, but we were here for your wonderful ending last night."

I turned red, "You saw!"

"Yes we did, and trust me, we appreciated watching. Liz and I had a fine time after you two passed out."

"Mom!"

"Get used to it dears, my love life has been hidden from you for a long time. It's nice to be able to have some of it in the open and knowing my daughter, and her lover, won't go ballistic on me."

"You could have told me."

"Maybe, but do you remember how upset Liz was a couple of years ago?"

"Yes. She stayed here for a while."

"Right. Her kids discovered us kissing one day and went through the roof. They said some nasty things that took quite a while for Liz to recover. I didn't want that happening with us."

"Are they OK?"

"Liz gets on fine with her kids now, but it took some serious talking. I am still not sure her oldest likes me, but the other two seem to accept that I am not going anywhere."

"Jen always liked you."

"I know, but she still feels betrayed and hurt that her mom and I were keeping secrets. I think she will come around someday, in the meantime when she's over, I keep in the background."

I sat there listening and the thought occurred to me, how would my mom and dad react to this? Mom tried to talk to me about sex, but I was always to shy with her. I knew all the clinical details, but the emotions didn't catch up until last night. Technically I was still a virgin, probably the only eighteen-year-old virgin in the city.

"My Mom and Dad?"

Elaine looked uncomfortable. "I really don't know. I'm not exactly close to your mom."

"Mom's not homophobic."

"Maybe not, but when your own daughter is involved, the head doesn't do all the thinking."

"So what do I do?"

"I can't answer that one. You are going to have to figure that one out for yourself."

Patty hugged me. "Don't worry, Brooke, your folks are great, they will understand."

"I'm not sure I understand yet."

Elaine gave an understanding nod. "Take some time, no rushing is required. Cathy talked to you about keeping it low key?"

We both nodded.

"In these walls, we are free to do what we want, no judgments allowed, also what happens here stays here!"

Looking at Patty, I answered for us. "We understand, but Gym class is going to be tough."

"I can understand that, but Anne has a lot to lose, her life is complicated enough."

"Besides, if we hurt Miss T, Cat will kill us!" Patty added.

We laughed. Elaine dropped a couple of robes on the couch. "Throw these on. Your stuff from last night isn't fit to wear, and you, Brooke need to call home."

"OMG, I forgot to ask if I could stay over. I am so dead."

"Relax, Cathy covered for you. She called and said that you two were out and asked her to relay a message. She also told your mom that it might be pretty late and that she would have you crash here rather than let you drive home worn out."

"Thanks so much, Elaine."

"Don't thank me, Cathy covered your butt."

"And such a cute butt at that," Patty said as she goosed me.

I jumped and attacked her, mindless of being naked. Elaine cocked an appreciative eyebrow then headed upstairs.

A little later, two very disheveled, but deliriously happy girls came up from the basement.

"Aunt Suze!" Patty cried out and ran to give a lady a touch older than Cathy a great big hug. I remember Susan from her brief visits.

"How's my favorite teenage niece?"

"I am your only teenage niece."

Looking at me, "From what this bunch told me, not anymore."

"Hi, Brooke. We've met a few times. "

"Hi Susan, yes I remember. I always thought you were Elaine's little sister."

"Now you know better. We are sisters, just not by blood. Please call me Susan, or Aunt Suze if you like. Welcome to the clan."

Suze acted like the senior member of a company, or the grand matriarch. An old soul is how my Mom would describe her. Patty untangled herself and I gave Suze a hug. Patty adored her, and what little I knew, I liked her as well.

"Good morning sleepyheads," Cathy said smiling.

This time I got to her first and hugged her hard. "Thanks for the cover last night."

"Not a problem, Brooke, you had more important things on your mind."

"I guess so, but thanks anyway." Testing the waters, I kissed her. No regrets about last night in her kiss. She felt as if she hummed against me and my body responded.

Patty gave Anne a good morning hug, which also turned into a nice kiss. This was going to take some getting used to. Sitting at the far end of the table, too far out of the way to reach was a person I had heard a great deal about but never met. Liz was a striking woman, not an old soul, but a young one. Elaine stood next to her and you could almost see the link between the two.

"Hi, Liz." Said Patty from her perch in Anne's lap. "Liz, this is Brooke, who I think you might have heard me mention once or twice."

Laughing, she replied. "Oh only once or twice. More like one or two thousand times. And that was just last weekend. Brooke, honey, this girl has been going out of her mind to get your attention for months now. It's nice to finally meet you."

"I heard a lot about you as well, just none of the juicy bits until last night."

Another very nice laugh. "Pretty and smart, now I know why Cathy and Elaine have always spoken highly of you."

Looking around the room. "No partner for you, Suze?"

"No, Pam is out of town. She's a buyer for a large store and travels a great deal. I can't travel that often with my job."

"Is that hard?"

"Sometimes, but the reunions are well worth it!"

We all laughed, breaking the obvious tension. What had me worried was why the tension existed and where Patty and I fitted in.

Even Patty caught the undercurrent and started looking around.

Anne noticed, and told us what was up. "Let's let them in on it, they think it has something to do with them." Looking at us, she continued. "Liz lost her job yesterday. We are trying to figure out why."

"Don't lots of people lose their jobs?"

Suze explained. Liz's boss may have laid her off because of her relationship with Elaine. If that's true then it's illegal."

"Can you sue him, Liz?"

"Yes, Patty, but it's not that simple. First I have to prove he knew and that was the only basis for firing me. That's hard, but what's harder is that my entire life may be under a microscope and my family may get hurt. That included my dead-from-the-neck-up ex, my kids, and all of you."

Suze continued the narrative. "Even with the laws in place offering some protection, proving it is difficult, and it frequently opens the accuser to recriminations which can stretch to anyone involved, even remotely."

Tossing in my own two cents. "It's like a rape case we studied about in school from twenty years ago. While laws made it illegal, proving it meant the victim put up with an incredible amount of harassment both in and out of court until the laws finally caught up. Even now it takes real courage to face down a rapist and get his ass tossed in jail."

Patty beamed at me.

"Very good, and also very right, I am afraid," Suze said.

Liz summed it up. "The bottom line is whatever I decide to do, I'll let you all know so you can prep yourself in any way possible."

Elaine looked worried. "Brooke, you might have to talk to your mom and dad about this sooner than we thought.

"Oooo, I didn't think of that."

Anne lightened everyone's mood. "Yea, she has to figure out if boys are in her future. Like a certain Thomas W."

I think I blushed clear down to my toes. Even Patty was laughing and she was the cause for everything that happened yesterday. I saw Tom's penis, kissed it, and hours later I was making love with Patty, Cathy, and Anne. Still the kiss on the..."

Patty points at me, "She's getting redder, and I bet I know what she's thinking."

"No you don't or you would be covering your ass right now!"

She took off running, with me in hot pursuit to the peals of laughter from the rest of my new family.

Catching her was easy, tackling on to her bed was easy, pinning her ass down was hard. I might be quick, but she was strong.

We wrestled around, losing the robes eventually. She finally pinned me down and looked down on me with a smirk. "Protect my butt, I don't see a threat to my ass."

I yielded, silently vowing revenge. She curled up with me and she brought up yesterday again.

"About Tom, that wasn't a set-up. I was just goofing and grabbed the opportunity when it happened."

"You grabbed more than an opportunity."

Giggling. "So did you, Brooke. You were so sexy."

"I was scared to death."

"Of Tom, he wouldn't hurt you."

"Partially of Tom, but mostly getting caught. I would have run if you hadn't held me."

"I'm glad I did. I have been looking for a way to get through to you sexually forever. You either ignore my comments or make a wiseass remark. I couldn't get you to open up."

"I know Patty-mine, but you have me now, we are past it."

"Not completely we're not. You are still a virgin and I know you liked what happened with Tom."

I blushed again as I remembered the look and feel of his penis. My blush seemed to go right to my pussy which got all warm again. Patty looked at me with her 'mind-reading' look on her face. She put her head down on my chest.

"Are your folks home today?"

"No, they are in the city today."

"Why don't we clean up and spend the day over there, I wouldn't mind a little privacy."

"Sounds good."

She jumped up, suddenly a bundle of energy. She practically tossed me in the shower and went to scrounge up something for me to wear.

We made our goodbyes to the war council and headed to my place.

"Alone at last," Patty-mine announced. "My house was looking like Grand Central, no privacy."

"I was feeling like I was in a fishbowl, everyone looking and smiling."

She hugged me. "But they do mean well, they were starting to get on my nerves too. Anne and Cathy were pretty amazing last night."

"I know, Miss T is hot! I know a school full of guys who would kill to do what we did."

"I know, that was so cool. And you were hot too, sucking on Cat like."

"She tasted so good."

"Well, you warned me you liked breasts. I know how much fun they are, Anne's are even bigger than mine."

"Mmmmmmm, yes, hers were wonderful."

"Yours are pretty nice too."

"Mine are nonexistent."

Patty got a sad look. "Brooke, you are gorgeous, and I love you, but quit griping about your titties. They are absolutely perfect. These monsters are annoying except when you are sucking on them."

She got on top of me and lifted up my tee. When her lips touched my breasts I knew I would never complain about them to her again. She made love to my breasts, lavishing on them all the love and attention they craved. She made me feel like I was a DD, and it felt so good.

Her focus left me breathless, and so excited. Cathy's shorts, worn without panties, was soaking through the material. The light blue color was darkening in the crotch. My Patty, my perfect Patty, was making me feel so good. She loved me and she liked my breasts. When she looked back up at me, from my now wet chest, she pulled my top back down and gave me such a kiss, my toes curl just remembering it. She leaned back and looked me over, looking like the cat that ate the canary. I went to touch her face to pull her in for another kiss, when the damned doorbell rang.

Patty got up. "I'll get it, you are showing way too much right now."

She was right. The tee-shirt was all wrinkled, and damp across both of my breasts. The white shirt was almost translucent, showing my hard nipples. The shorts looked almost like I peed in them. More important, I might have torn off the head of whoever interrupted us!

Patty came back in. "Brooke, look who stopped by." She moved to one side and guess who, of course-Tom. I wanted to kill her, and him. I screeched and ran for cover, but he still got a good look at the state I was in.

Patty found me back in my bedroom changing clothes. I was steamed. "You called him, didn't you?"

"Yes, but I did it for you."

"For me?" I shrieked.

She grabbed me, holding me in spite of my struggles. Damn Amazon! How can she embarrass me like this?

"Brooke, calm down. You know he's been on your mind since the shower."

I hugged her, crying.

"It's OK, Brooke, it's OK to be scared."

"I'm not scared."

"Yea, you are. I know how frustrated you've been over sex, and guys, and your breasts."

I sniffed at her.

"I love you, and you would have never touched him without being pushed a little."

She was so right, but it hurt to face it.

"But I saw you when he stripped. You might have run, but I think you would have stayed anyway. You need this, Brooke-love."

I sniffed again. "But why, how?"

"Think of this as a gift. You made me repeat every second on my sex life, you hung on every word. Afterwards, your nipples were tight and I could tell you were excited."

"I'm not scared, I am petrified. What if..."

"What if what? What if he doesn't like you? Honey, he's here for you, not me. Oh, he would fuck me, but he likes you, and you like him."

"What if he doesn't...?"

"He will have no problem. He came to attention fast in the shower, and he wasn't looking at my tits, but at you. You didn't notice because you were staring at something else."

"What if I can't?"

"That's one I can only encourage you on, not twist your arm. I'll set some ground rules, but this really between you two."

"Patty, I don't know."

"Brooke-love, at least talk to him. We'll just go with the flow. Get presentable and come out when you're ready. But fair warning, if you take too long I'll either come in and get you or fuck him myself."

She hugged me tight and went back out there.

As I got cleaned up, I heard some loud words, Patty and Tom fighting?

I came out slowly, Tom looked angry, Patty looked like she was about to start laughing. She saw me before Tom did.

"So you made it." Tom's head came up. His eyes took me all in. "Tom is mad at me."

"About the shower?" I asked, looking at Tom.

"Oh god, no, he thinks I set either him up for a practical joke, or you. I think he would be madder if I was doing something to you.

Tom glared for a moment at Patty-mine.

"Tom?" Addressing him directly for the first time. "Don't be pissed at Patty, She can be a pest, but she understands me better than I do myself."

Patty smiled at me, and Tom looked down.

"How did my conniving friend get you over here?"

"She said you wanted to 'see' me again." He had the good grace to blush at the emphasis on the word 'see'.

I smiled at Tom and sat down on the loveseat. Tom was on the couch, Pat in my Dad's chair.

I looked at Pat and shrugged, as if asking 'OK, now what?'

Patty-mine took over. "Tom, here are the ground rules. My good friend Brooke really liked our brief visit in the shower and would love to continue the conversation. She's not sure exactly how far she wants to go, but rest assured you will leave here well taken care of."

He shifted nervously. "What about after?"

"If you two start dating, good for you. But if not, no whining, crying, or carrying on. Also whatever happens here stays here. One comment, one rumor, one stab in her or my back and I will make sure you regret it."

"Threats?"

"No, a promise. There are a number of very nice girls who the rumor mill has tarred with ugly labels. Guys shoot their mouths off and girls have no defense."

Tom looked defensive. "I don't do that!"

"I know, but I want to make sure you understand."

"What would you do?"

"How quickly would it get around the school that Brooke asked you out and you broke her heart when you told her you were gay?"

Unreal, Patty plays hardball. Tom looked shocked.

"Suppose your little secret is that you are in love with Sean R."

"Fuck, the quarterback. The football team would rip me to shreds."

"Do you see how unhappy hurting Brooke would make me?"

I was in shock, this was another facet of Patty few even guessed about, let alone seen.

Tom looked nervous now. "Tom, you know me, and I shoot straight. I don't know what may happen here today, but no matter what it stays here."

"OK! But that goes for you two as well."

"Yea like us bragging would hurt you too much."

"Maybe, maybe not, but I like my personal life kept out of cafeteria discussions."

"Then we all agree?"

I gave a quick nod, not seeing Tom do the same. My clean dry shorts, even with the panties were feeling warm already. My overactive imagination was taking me places I never dreamed of.

"I do have a couple of questions," Tom asked. "Brooke, is this something you want? I mean it's not something Patty is pushing you into."

Patty snorted at that idea.

Tom was looking intently, like he cared about me. I could see it for the first time. Smiling at him, I answered. "No Tom. Patty can push me a little, but she knows how stubborn I can really be."

Patty was reduced to snorting again.

"Do you have any idea how strange this is?"

"Yes, but it should be fun."

We sat there, kind of unsure, when Queen Patty resurrected herself and tossed a suggestion on the floor. "How about we pick up right where we left off on Friday."

I looked down at the floor, and Tom cleared his throat.

"All right, no getting shy now."

No one moved.

Patty laughed. "Fine, I will start things, again. She stood and slipped off her top. Her wonderful breasts still covered by her bra. She slid off her shorts, kicked off her shoes and socks in the process.

As Patty sat down, Tom's feet must have gotten colder. "What about your parents?"

"Not to worry, they are in the city at an estate auction and won't be back for a while."

My mom owned a small, selective, and very successful antique store and interior design center. She makes lots of trips to look at stuff. Dad and I travel with her all the time. I could be looking at antiques right now instead of hoping, and fearing, Tom and his penis. I think I'm in the right place!

Patty took her bra off, and it was hard to resist the urge to go over and taste them again. But no reason to give Tom more info than he needed. My pussy started feeling that wonderful wet feeling again.

"Your turn."

Tom stood, calmer, I thought until I saw his hands shake. He took off his shirt. Not a bad chest, thin, but not really skinny, could use more sun.

He looked away from me and dropped his shorts, his penis was partially hard - making a strange looking lump in his underwear. He went to sit down, but Patty stopped him. "Drop the shy act and the briefs."

He complied a lot easier than I thought he would. His cock didn't look as hard, or as intimidating as it did yesterday. He sat and looked at me.

Swallowing nervously, I stood, refusing to look at Tom, I kept eye contact with Patty. I doubt her smile could get any bigger as I took off my top, no bra like usual. Trying to not throw up from the nerves. The shorts go down easily over my hips. I try and keep my panties on, but Patty wasn't buying it.

"Take 'em off as well, girlfriend."

I hesitated and felt someone touch and hold my hand. "Lay off, Pat, you are pushing her too far."

He held my hand and pulled me over to the couch. He sat down and pulled me next to him. I resisted, and found myself again on my knees in front of him, staring at his cock. It was so ugly looking, it was beautiful. Taking my hand he put it on it, I curled my hand around it, feeling it pulse. It got harder, just like it did yesterday. Was that just yesterday? So much has happened since then.

Tom whispered to me. "I've thought about nothing but you since yesterday."

I wish I could tell him the same thing, but it wouldn't be true. I was too amazed to say much of anything.

"You can hold it tighter, it's not glass."

I squeeze slowly, watching the tip expand. You know reading about this in sex ed doesn't have the same impact as seeing it, feeling it. My pussy was wet, soaking through the cotton of my panties.

My hand held him when his larger hand surrounded mine. He slowly moved his hand, making me stroke his cock. It felt so weird, the skin moving over the surface, bunching up under the tip, then smoothing to a silky feel. It felt larger, and the head was a darker red. His hand left mine, and I continued to stroke it, fascinated. Tom opened his legs wider and leaned back on the couch. I looked up at his face and he was watching me, suddenly I felt all self-conscious again. My hand stopped. He sat back up. "It's OK, Brooke, it feels wonderful, please don't stop."

Emboldened, I start stroking him harder. The head turned even darker as he leaned back again. On my own initiative, I kissed it again. The tip was less rubbery this time. Remembering all the dirty books Patty and I shared, and seeing some porno’s at another friend's house during a slumber party, I knew about a blow job, but thought the idea was pretty silly. I was smart enough to know that blow was only an expression. I guess sucking would be a better label. Sucking cock, eating pussy, just two sides of the same coin. I needed to try this!

I took his head in my mouth and kept stroking while catching my teeth lightly around the edge of the tip. Rubbing with my tongue I heard what had to be a satisfactory moan from Tom. He liked it! I guess I was doing something right. Alternating between sucking and licking, I watched the tip go from a dark, dark red toward almost purple. His hips were moving slightly in time with my stroking. In some ways he looking like Patty about to cum when it hit me that he was, cool!

He stopped me and told me he was about to shoot and that if I wasn't careful I would get it right in the mouth. Patty knelt down next to me and told me it was OK to go ahead and eat it. So I kept up what I was doing and after a few minutes, he started grunting. I felt the first bit move up his cock, almost feeling like a garden hose filling with water. The first bit hit me in the top of the mouth and I managed to swallow it without choking.

Tom's hands grasped my head and he seemed to be trying to force it further down my throat. I held him tight and felt his cum push into my mouth in a semi-steady flow. I tasted it then, a little sharp - maybe like over chlorinated pool water. Not very good, but the way he reacted I knew he didn't care what I thought at that moment. His cock seemed to be full as it kept me swallowing. I think I like breast-feeding better!

When he finally stopped, I released his cock and I could see his cum was all over the tip. A small amount still leaked out, so I licked the tip and swallowed it. It wasn't bad, but Patty tasted much better!

Tom fell back on the couch and I let go of his cock, it was much softer now. Patty hugged me and I was tempted to go down on her to get an immediate comparison. "That was great, you did better than I did my first time."

"Having you tell me about it helped, also those movies we watched at Kari’s."

"Oh yea, those movies. Eight girls all trying to finger themselves late that night while we watched. Each of us sure none of the others did something like that and would have died if anyone really noticed."

I thought about it and she was right. All the movements later after the lights when down could have only been masturbating girls. I thought I was the only one what got turned on by it. What a party that might have turned out to be if we had only known at the time.

I stood and Patty gave me a full body to body hug. That felt so good. Tom stirred and looked up at me. "That was terrific, Brooke!"

I actually felt pride. Pride because I could suck his penis? Silly, but that's what I felt at the time. I was also feeling so excited, so turned on. My pussy might have been a faucet left wide open because of how wet I was feeling.

Patty grabbed my hand and dragged me toward my bedroom. "Come join us when you are 'up' to it Tommy."

I followed her to my bedroom and we fell on the bed hugging and laughing. Her fingers touched me. "Brooke, you are so wet, I could eat you right now."

I looked at her pussy. "I'm not the only one turned on. Those panties make a lousy sponge."

"I know, but I couldn't help myself. You were so hot! I kept picturing you between my legs. It was driving me crazy."

Thinking about it. "There is nowhere else I would rather be."

She stopped breathing for a moment and looked into my eyes. All bravado gone. Patty-mine was looking at me with so much love, I wanted to cry.

"We can send him home now."

I was more than tempted. "No, there is something I want to do first. Just promise you won't leave me."

Patty nodded in complete understanding.

We sat there, each in our own thoughts when Tom came in, holding three sodas. That was nice of him!

"Tom, that is so perfect." Patty being nice to Tom?

He paused and Patty made some room on the bed. "Relax, I put my claws away."

He didn't say anything and I wondered about the claws myself. While Patty and Tom talked, like we weren't sitting around practically naked, I thought real hard about the puzzle that was Patty. I think the claws before had nothing to do with Tom, but more with me. She's still not perfectly secure in us. And I always thought I was the insecure one? She was afraid I would like Tom more than her, or like cock more than pussy.

While all the votes weren't in, but I did know something. Patty still needed a little reassurance about us. It's not the equipment, but the person. I liked Tom, but I loved Patty. Maybe Anne's example would happen with us, but right at that moment, I knew Patricia Carolyn M. would be in my life forever! I think she finally understood that as well.

I rejoined the activity in front of me when two large hands touched back. His lips hit my neck and the thrill that went through me was electric. Leaning forward, he pushed me to my knees and peeled my panties over my ass. As the fabric uncovered me, he kissed my ass cheeks. His face was rougher than Patty's, but the slight scratchiness felt sexy. Patty tossed my pillows on the floor and was laying across the head of my bed watching. She was on her side, one hand supporting her head, the other flat against her pussy. One leg straight, the other with its knee high in the air, foot on the bed. She looked so good, I wanted to go to her so bad.

Hands kept me in place as he pushed the panties to my knees and guided me to turn over. As I rolled over, Tom got his first good look at me naked. As he pulled my panties off my feet, he studied me. "Brooke, you are beautiful!" He breathed almost like a sigh. Any lingering concerns melted away. He straightened out my legs and straddled them. His cock touched my skin, right where my legs pressed together. He worked his way up my body, his cock tickling me lightly. I was more than ready, I wanted this.

Tom stopped, leaned down and kissed my belly. So good, I felt like I was ready to scream. He moved higher, his cock now pressing into my skin, the tip almost touching my pubic hair. He kissed each of my breasts. My nipples begged to be sucked, but he didn't.

The bed rocked and something hit my chest. A plastic-wrapped condom. Patty-mine was still looking out for me.

I could feel Patty smile, but uncharacteristically, she was quiet.

I watched breathlessly as Tom opened the package. He took it and unrolled it down his cock. He looked at me. "Don't laugh, it looks funny but laughter right now would cause things to..." He held up his index finger and slowly curled it like a deflating balloon.

Swallowing a snicker, I looked back at his rubber-covered cock. A little pocket flapped loosely on the end. It did look less intimidating like this, and a little goofy.

Tom was taking his time, but I was starting to get anxious. He released my legs and they seem to spring open of their own accord. Tom's attention focused on the one spot I craved attention. He leaned down and kissed my pussy. The scratchiness made it so different from soft and sweet Patty. His tongue dug in hard and found my clit. Oh, now that felt good. He stopped way too soon, because I was getting hotter and wetter, he must have been getting impatient.

I was about to scream in frustration when the tip of his cock touched me. Instinctively I pushed down toward him and his cock moved up, rubbing along my lips until it pressed right on my clit. I shook in what felt like a series of little orgasms as he rubbed up and down, wetting the tip of his cock, the better to fuck me with it. I was scared, excited, shaking, and gritting my teeth in anticipation.

Then he stopped, the tip was right at my opening. It was about to happen. Kiss my virginity goodbye. Patty's hand grasped mine, sharing it with me.

He pressed in, the tip in just a bit. It was a weird feeling of fullness. Actually, it felt sexier rubbing along my pussy than pushing into it.

He pulled out and pressed it back in. That felt better, much slicker. He was moving so slow.

Out and in again, noticeably deeper. It felt so strange. The tremors started and, a series of tiny orgasms, almost microscopic.

He hit my hymen. Now that fucking hurt. I clenched my teeth and squeezed all the blood out of Patty-mine's hand when he probed against it again.

He pulled back and slammed into me with a tremendous push. The pain flared so brightly for one second then it was mostly gone. He was completely inside me, pausing as I adjust to this weird feeling.

I released my death grip on Patty, who laid near my head, her strong scent told me how excited she was. I could feel her movements above me.

Tom pulled almost all the way out, leaving an empty feeling where an almost unbearably full feeling existed a few seconds ago.

He sank back into me slowly. There was still some pain, more discomfort than real pain, but when he pressed against me, I adjusted and wrapped my legs against him. He started moving his hips faster, only going and out a few inches at a time, he was moving so quickly I couldn't feel much.

Patty whispered to me, "Slow him down or he'll come before you want him to."

"How?"

"Your legs and arms, talk to him, slow him down."

I tightened my legs which got his attention. He looked at my face. "Slow down, you're hurting me." Now that sunk in. He turned short, powerful strokes into long slow ones, now this was more like it. Each stroke touched me in places I never knew I had. He slowed down more and the pleasure grew so intense, I was close to tears.

An orgasm caught me unawares. The light in the room went dark and then brightened like someone had flashed a camera. Tom was in control now, fucking me deep. He picked up the pace just a touch and I went blank again, this time my legs tightened hard around him as my breath suddenly felt like I was trying to breathe through a tiny straw.

Tom was in full extension, pushing all the way in, it felt so incredible, then pulling almost all the way out. The tip brushing the edges of my lips before he drove it back in. A third orgasm, this one stronger, took me. I have no idea how long it lasted, but the room again was darker, then brighter, then darker.

I could hear a wonderful sound, Patty was cumming with me. There was no mistaking that sound, not after last night. Tom was losing control in stages. He was fighting it when my arms beckoned him down and he smothered me with his body. Those quick strokes seemed right now. He pounded me in short, fast strokes that made me orgasm again and again.

He stiffened once, like he did in my mouth and I knew he was cumming, but I couldn't feel it like I did in my mouth. His movements got jerky, each stroke corresponding with a moan or a groan almost of pain. I was somewhere else by this point, I heard crying and realized it was me. My body clenched like I was on a rack, Tom was still moving, but he was just about done. He gave one last marvelous push and fell on me. He weighed much more than Patty, but our bodies seemed to fit in such a way I could hold him.

When my breath came back I pushed him over to one side and he slipped out on me. Leaving a vague, empty feeling. The loose tip on his condom was full, making it look even stranger. I looked down and could see a small amount of blood staining the sheets, but I couldn't see what had briefly felt like a wide open tear now that we were done. I wasn't a virgin anymore!!

I curled up with myself and dozed off.

When I woke, Tom was gone, Patty was with me.

"Where is Tom?"

"He wanted to fall asleep too, but I chased him away, in case your parents came home early. I think he might be scared of your Dad."

"My Dad, yea right."

"Hey to a guy who just deflowered his only daughter, a dad is a fearful thing."

Deflowered, in some ways that's exactly what it felt like, although plowed could be used too. Patty curled up with me to cuddle. "So...?"

"It was great Patty-mine. You were right, I wanted it and I was ready for it. I just didn't know how to do it."

Patty hugged me. "You were amazing, and Tom did pretty well too."

"Are you OK?"

"Oh, I am fine. I came with you on the bed, and while you slept, I gave Tom a pussy eating lesson before he left."

I looked at her in amazement.

"Well it was either that or I jump on you and make you make love with me, but he might have gotten too big a kick out of that and we would never get rid of him."

"You know he can figure that much out for himself."

"Maybe, but he only suspects. If we let him watch, he would know and then have something juicy he might not be able to keep quiet."

"I guess. But what do we do if he blabs?"

"Brooke, I was serious about hurting him. He hurts you and he's fair game!"

"Poor Tom, he certainly doesn't know how to take you, for good or bad."

"So, which do you like better?"

"Huh?"

"Pussy or penis?"

"No contest, I like you better."

"So you think you are a lesbian?"

"No, I just love you, it wouldn't matter much to me if you were a guy or a girl."

She thought about that while I looked over at the clock. It was a few minutes before 11. At this same time yesterday I was a virgin, had never seen a real cock, nor made love to a girl or boy. What a difference a day makes!

~~~

How did everything turn out? I guess like most things, some good, some not so good, and one really awful. The awful, and there is no way to sugarcoat it, is we lost Anne to cervical cancer. Beautiful, sweet, wonderful Anne, whose smile could light up a room and whose voice could shift from loving at home to commanding in the gym. She gave me, she gave all of us, so much.

Her smile does live on in one of the most precious little girls ever born, her daughter. Yes, Anne did get pregnant! Her husband even finally accepted Anne's relationship with Cathy, but it took the worst possible circumstances. He has since remarried, to a great girl and a terrific Mom for little Mari, and Cathy is an accepted Aunt by the whole family.

Patty and I were inseparable through the rest of our senior year and college. We did date, always double dates, but very few boyfriends knew what we did after our dates. The rumor mill never bothered us, mostly because it prefers little boxes it can paint you in, and Patty-mine and I never seemed to fit in just one box. After college, we shared an apartment for a while, but our professional lives started causing us to spend more time apart. This wasn't a bad thing, we developed into our own people, but still remain so very close no matter the time or distance separating us.

Like Anne, Patty-mine got married to a terrific guy, and has three of the best kids. I am Auntie B, and very close to the whole family. Her husband was much more understanding and accepting of Patty and me than Anne's husband ever was of Cathy.

Cathy is less my big sis nowadays. It's hard looking at your lover as a big sister. We went through a tough time when darling Anne was taken by cancer. It brought Cathy and I very close, with the complete understanding and blessing of Patty-mine.

Elaine also had a rough time when Anne passed. Liz never did get a good idea about why she lost that one job, but it didn't stop her from moving in with Elaine, permanently. Liz is probably was the only reason Elaine made it through Anne's passing.

Suze and Pam are still partners and are truly incredible. They even bought my Mom's antique shop when my folks decided to retire.

Speaking of my folks, they are somewhere on the planet, where I am never sure. They live in a huge RV, traveling wherever the wind takes them. Mom is still an antique nut and is always sending Suze and Pam stuff on consignment. They have really helped the success of the shop by finding stuff not normally see in this part of the country. I spent six weeks with them last summer antiquing in Western Canada. It was great.

Mom and Dad came to understand about Patty and me, although their introduction to our relationship was certainly traumatic enough. But that happened on another day.