MICHELE'S NEW LIFE - CHAPTER 26 free porn video

CHAPTER 26: LIFE WITH HELEN BEGINS

Somehow all this felt good. Not just the helping we were giving her, but the situation, her being here. Like when we realized how comfortable and natural it felt with Mom here with us. Like that. Yes, this has only been a part of one day and there was still a lot to be determined, learned and realized, but still … it still did. She was being amazingly open about her situation and accepting of anything that might come her way because it would be much better than what she had been experiencing. And for some reason we found ourselves sharing much more about ourselves than we would ever intend to give to someone we had only known for part of one day.

So, after Tim got his cuddle from her and Mom and I felt all soft and warm watching it, we moved to call it an end to a most unusual day filled with joy, intrigue, stress, and joy, again. She got off Tim’s lap, stopped and bent over to give him another kiss on the cheek, “Thank you, Tim. I can already see why these two want to be with you even if it is to share you.” She stood and turned to be able to look at all of us by sweeping her eyes, “Thank you. I don’t know what will happen and you don’t know what will happen from here on, but you have already shown me how loving, trusting, and caring people can be. Should be. I have known teachers and medical people that I think cared, but they didn’t or couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t trust that anyone would do anything. You’ve shown me that some people will. Even, Juli, who was totally outside the equation.”

Tim stood and we went into an awkward four-way hug. Well, huddle might be closer. When we broke up, Tim again volunteered to straighten up and lock the doors to give Mom and I a little time to get Helen settled. She picked up her backpack and followed us down the hallway where we stopped and pointed to the master bedroom, the guest room and the extra bath. We moved into the room she would be using and let her explore for a moment. We had put many of our used paperback novels in this room. They hadn’t been touched since we all got Kindles and started sharing our e-novels back and forth. But I saw her immediately walk to them and skim the spines, looking at the titles.

“One of us enjoyed them enough to want to save them. Feel free to read anything you find, but not tonight. You need sleep tonight.” She turned and faced us again, standing next to her backpack on the bed. “What do you still have in that backpack? How long have you been in those clothes?”

The backpack just had some of her personal items for remembrance. Things she treasured from school that she somehow managed to save. There wasn’t much. Some books, notebooks, mp3 player, several flash drives, a hoodie, hat, and some snacks. It was packed but not much for the reflection of an eighteen year life. And she must have felt the same thing, looking at the pile dumped out on the bed … how pathetic! Her head fell forward, her chin on her chest bone, her shoulders started quaking and the sobs came, quietly at first but then heavier. Mom was the closest and took her immediately into her arms and sat her down on the bed, holding her and stroking her back and arm. She seemed to pull herself together and looked at us embarrassed.

I knelt down in front of her and lifted her chin so she had to look at me, “Honey, do not feel embarrassed about your emotions. The biggest thing we might give to you is a place where you can experience safety, trust and love. If you can’t express your emotions openly and freely, you aren’t truly experiencing that. Mom will be able to help with understanding that. Talked to her about what she went through when she came here during the divorce.”

“I’m sorry … okay; you don’t want me to feel sorry. But, I have this complete sense of being overwhelmed in every fiber of my feelings, my soul. I don’t know what this is, but as freeing as it is, it is also scary. I’ve had to protect myself, to control my reaction to what happened so it didn’t control me.”

“Well put. And I think that is why you are still as healthy as you are. You confronted it head-on to keep a framework around it so it didn’t define who you were. It affected you but didn’t define you. It would appear that it kept you sane. But you have to experience this change, not think it through.” We hugged, again. She wiped her eyes and smiled. “Okay, what are you used to sleeping in?”

“A nightgown and panties.”

“Well we have a problem there.” I smiled. “We rarely wear panties around here and our nightgowns are certainly not appropriate for you. Come on, let’s shoo Tim out of the bedroom and search for something appropriate for tonight.” I took her hand and led her into our bedroom. Entering, she gasped. “Well, remember there are three of us here.”

“Yeah, but the pictures. They are beautiful.” She walked from one to the other and closely looked at the pictures of us s**ttered around the room and stopped at the one hanging over the head of the bed. “That is so erotic … but it is amazingly beautiful. Clearly they are both the hands of women with the ring fingers framing the …”

Mom stepped up behind her and wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her chest and pulling her into. Mom’s arms were right under Helen’s breast and she gently raised them as she pulled the girl into her own breasts. “Remember, dear, say it as you want to. Whatever the words are that are comfortable for you. And, yes, those are Michele and my fingers. And that is me between the fingers.”

“Your vagina. You can see how it is glistening, that you were excited. It is slightly open, almost inviting. It’s beautiful.”

“Is that what you call yours, Helen? A vagina?”

Helen gave a low giggle, “No. Pussy.”

“Then what do you see in that picture?”

“You and Michele touching your pussy. God, that is beautiful!” She turned slightly to Mom, her arms were around Mom’s arms, securing herself in the embrace. “Was it posed? Is this too personal?”

“Too personal? You’ll learn better than that. We have the picture on our wall. It is a symbol of our love for each other. And, no, it was not posed. The photographer happened to catch it. The others were basically posed. Tim wanted these pictures of us for this room. But Michele and I got playful and this shot was a result.”

Tim walked in. “I see you are enjoying the pictures. Are you okay with this, Helen?”

“Tim, these are beautiful. All of them. But this one … wow, I love this one. Out of context it might seem blatant, but for you guys this is just so … right. You know those posed pictures of two hands with rings touching a champagne glass, symbolizing a wedding? That’s what this is. But it cuts out the symbolism and gets right to the experience. And, it’s not like I have a lot of experience or exposure to it, but the way you can see the glistening lips and slightly parted, it’s the most beautiful … pussy? … I could imagine.”

Tim pulled me to one side and him on the other and we had another group hug with Mom and Helen in the center. Mom hugged her tightly, again, and we all felt her do it. “Thank you, dear. You are making an old woman feel beautiful.”

“Barb, I don’t know how old you are and it really isn’t pertinent. You are not an old woman.”

“Keep that up, young lady, and I will m***** you myself.” We all laughed.

We broke up and I dug through some drawers until I found one of the tank tops we used on the island for a cover. I even came across a pair of panties that wasn’t a thong. I hoped it would fit well enough for one night. She was more petit than either Mom or me, smaller frame, smaller breasts. But she looked athletic and in her shorts you could see good muscle tone in her legs and arms. I took her to the bathroom, pointed out the controls, shampoo and conditioner, got some towels out for her and strongly suggested a shower. I dug through a drawer and found an unopened toothbrush. I turned to leave and stopped and considered what I was thinking but decided to do it. I returned to her, took her face in my hands and kissed her gently on the forehead, the nose with a smile, both cheeks. I hugged her and while she couldn’t see my face, “Dear, it’s okay to masturbate here. Remember what we said about going slow.” I separated and looked at her, a warm smile spreading across my face. “I am glad you got the courage to find me, Helen. I mean that. We all feel that way. Now, tomorrow … we’ll have things we’ll need to do. So, sleep in tomorrow morning. We will wait for you. We get up early with Tim and see him off. With the hot weather, Mom and I run in the morning. You stay in bed as long as you can. Come out the way you are, Tim will be gone. We’ll find something else for you to wear. Do NOT put your old clothes back on.”

We both chuckled, but her eyes were looking at me almost expectantly, I couldn’t pull myself away. Not just yet. I stepped to her and took her face between my hands, her eyes searching mine, my face, and my lips. I sighed as her eyes seemed to implore me. I sighed again and leaned in slightly and her eyes fluttered shut, her lips pursed as I touched them with mine, gently, almost too gently, but we kissed. She gasped. When I parted our lips, she grasped me to her. She was shaking, her entire body, and she gasped, again.

I pulled back and raised her chin and she opened her eyes. “Thank you for that, Helen. But remember … slowly. I have a feeling you are not going anywhere. You have lots of time.” I closed the door on her and leaned against it and gasped myself. Damn, I was turned on!

Back in the bedroom it appeared I wasn’t the only one. Mom confessed that holding that young body as she described her reaction to the picture of her pussy was almost too much for her. So we quickly got ourselves undressed, which isn’t a normal delay for us, and got into position. It was my turn to be fucked by Tim so Mom lay down on the bed with her legs spread wide. I got onto my hands and knees with my mouth on her pussy as Tim came up behind me and quickly and easily slipped his cock between my lips without hesitation. I was very definitely wet and eager to receive him.

I was probing Mom’s pussy with my tongue and sucking on her clit like a desperate baby after a nipple while Tim was pounding into me with hard deliberate strokes. And each stroke pushed my mouth harder onto the pussy, my face bumping into her clit when I wasn’t actually sucking on it. Mom was at the point where her hips were rising up to increase the contact with my mouth and to open herself more for me to explore her. And Tim must have seen her tensing more as I was feeling it under my mouth because he suddenly added his hands to more deliberate stimulation of my nipples and clit and his pounding of his cock into my slick and opening cunt telegraphed his own impending climax. And as blissfully as it could possibly be, we came. One after the other. Each on the edge, the cumming of one seemed to provide the necessary last impulse required for the next to crash over the edge of their own orgasm. And, in that moment we were all three rigidly fixed in space as we rode the explosion of our orgasms until we slumped into a mass of naked flesh, mouths and lips gently seeking out the nearest flesh that could be found. And with our moans and gasps settling in deep sighs and whispers of affection, we heard the guest bedroom door close.

As Tim and I crawled up to the head of the bed, pulling the covers up with us, we smiled at each other. Each of us knowing we had been heard by Helen outside our door as she went from the bathroom to the guest room. But I had to smile again when only minutes later we heard obvious moaning and gasping coming from the other bedroom.

The next morning was like so many others. The alarm, each of us struggling up and initially moving like zombies until that wonderful, black elixir of morning life could start coursing through our bodies, again. Terrible to be so dependent on a stimulant to get yourself going in the morning.

I was soon enveloping my naked Mother as she stood at the counter mixing her French toast batter for Tim’s breakfast. I cupped her breast and tweaked a nipple, “How did you sleep?”

“Wonderfully. But I find it hard not to after a wonderful experience in bed with you two. Have you heard anything from the other bedroom?”

“Not since that moaning last night.”

“Yes, that was good to hear. Not only did she accept our word that it was okay, but she allowed herself to vocalize, too. I can’t help but like that girl.”

“I know what you mean. I feel the same way. I’m going out to feed the boys and let them out.”

Returning to the house I found Tim walking up to Mom, kissing her shoulder and accepting the plate with his French toast. Coffee, juice and fruit were already on the table. Mom and I both sat and joined him with some fruit and more coffee. After we saw him off, just another normal day, we went inside for our socks and running shoes. It was a beautiful morning with a slight breeze which made the running slightly more refreshing. Almost exactly on schedule the boys dutifully kept pace with us as we went around the property two times. But about the half-way point of the third lap they were bumping us pretty regularly. I just smiled at Mom and her to me. This was the spot so we just let ourselves go down and they were almost immediately at our bodies. Licking us anywhere they could get to skin and pushing with their snout at our pussies and ass. We were both rolling on the ground in a mock attempt to escape the licking when Mom and I bumped into each other and there was a momentary pause in the action. Then I was being licked again. But when I grabbed the head playfully, I was surprised to see I had Jackson, not Cody. They had apparently switched when we bumped. I looked at Mom and she shrugged and kept up the play with Cody so I did with Jackson.

I was ready for more serious play, though. I laid him down and slowly went for his hind quarters and found his penis already several inches from the sheath. I smiled at him but quickly went down his cock and licked the tip, tasting the pre-cum seeping from it. I realized how the dogs have just naturally stayed with their woman so this was a little different for a change. It had been a little while since I had enjoyed Jackson. I engulfed his cock and slid it in and out of my mouth and sucking on the tip as I got to the end, enjoying the pre-cum that would be waiting for me. I soon had a mouth full of cock and I quickly assumed the position on my hands and knees. And it was in this transition from my face in the dog’s crotch to getting onto all fours that I noticed some movement on the rise. It was Helen with a cup of coffee, still dressed in the large tank top. She sat down on the top of the rise which was still a little ways away so she was watching from a distance, not with any detail. But she sure knew what was happening.

“Mom, up on the rise.”

Mom turned her head, “Oh, dear.”

“I think it’s okay. She sees us and is getting comfortable. Good thing we told her about this last night, though.” But I sank my head down as Jackson slid into my waiting cunt. “Uuuuwww, Jackson that is soooooo nice.” Mom just chuckled before she too was making her own noise underneath Cody.

After the dogs had cum and we were recovering from our own orgasms, waiting for the knots to reduce so the dogs could untie with us, I looked back to the rise. I was just in time to see Helen rising to her feet and heading back to the house. She had stayed and watched the whole thing. I hoped that was a good thing.

Mom and I walked back to the house which was also normal. Seemed we never did finish three laps around the property. We were carrying our shoes with the socks stuffed inside. The dogs were running around us until we came over the rise and were in view of the house. There on the patio sitting at the umbrella table was Helen. She waved to us as we approached her, naked, with the dogs at our sides. I bent over to Cody and pointed to Helen and gave a simple command, “Go.” Cody ran for Helen and Jackson followed close behind. I watched her as the dogs got close and she moved her chair out away from the table and was patting her knees and encouraging them. When we arrived to the patio she was sitting with a dog to either side of her, both with their heads resting on her thighs.

She had a pitcher of lemonade on the table and two extra glasses. We sat down with her and watched her. She gave us furtive looks and a blush was starting in her face as she looked down at the dogs she was petting and then at us. She didn’t say anything but her blush grew steadily. I finally took pity on her, “We saw you on the rise. It’s okay. We said it was.”

“I didn’t mean to spy, really. But … when I got up, the house was so quiet but I heard the dogs outside and then remembered you saying you took your run in the morning since it was getting hot. So I grabbed a cup of coffee and followed the sounds thinking I would find you out there running and eventually coming back around. Only … when I got to the top of the rise … you weren’t running at all. At first I couldn’t really tell what was happening but it didn’t seem like playing and then I remember the comment from Tim about you ‘loving’ the dogs, really loving them. And it is fascinating to see once I realized what it was. You know I have never even seen dogs mate with each other, much less with a human woman.” She looked down at the dogs she was petting and then again at us. “You really don’t mind that I saw you?”

Mom smiled, “We really don’t mind, dear. We have an open, freely sexual life here. It is what we are. We warned you. But our question of you is if you are okay? Are you okay with what you saw?”

She looked at the dogs, again. “Yeah, I am. Maybe a couple days ago I might have responded differently if asked. But not today. Not with you.” Then she looked quickly to the side toward Juli’s property. “But, what if Juli came over while … while you were out there loving the dogs?”

Mom and I both laughed. Helen looked confused. I smiled at her, “Well, knowing Juli we would have had to somehow share or include her some other way.”

“She knows.”

Mom looked at me, “We should tell her about yesterday. Honey, yesterday when the Sheriff brought you to Juli’s? We had been loving the dogs in the backyard over there. We were playing tag with the dogs and ran into the front yard just as we heard the car coming down the road. We all ran into the house and Juli grabbed the house dress she had hanging there and pretended she was on the way to taking a shower.”

“You mean you were inside the house naked that whole time?”

“Yes, when Juli went inside to get herself properly covered and then offered to take you to the barn, it was a diversion so we could run here to get dressed.”

I added, “We thought if we confronted you like this” indicated our nakedness “it might really cause a problem.”

She just looked at us with her mouth open. I wasn’t sure what might happen until her face slowly broke into a huge smile and she started laughing. “I was already scared, being assaulted by two naked women might have had me running down the road after the Sheriff for that ride into town.” We all laughed and got up to go into the house. It was time for our French toast and to figure out the day.

After our breakfast and showers, we found a loose sundress of mine for Helen to wear. She put her shoes on but then stopped, “Are we going somewhere?”

Mom and I both answered with one voice, “Shopping.”

Our first stop was the nearest Target store. There we stocked her up on the necessaries: every day and casual. We found shorts, tee shirts, polo shirts, jeans, socks, sandals and knock around shoes. Then to the cosmetics area for lotion, razors, cream, lipsticks in several colors, nail polish in several colors that we nearly had to force her to make a decision about. Turns out she had no experience. Eighteen and no makeup experience. She was a virgin in SO many ways! Then all the women sanitary items, etc. Then we went for the bikinis and she almost lost it. I sent her in to try on various ones and she almost couldn’t open the door far enough for us to check the look and fit. She finally, finally selected one. Then I grabbed several containers of sunscreen. I told her she had skin as white as a nun. If she was going to be with us, she would be outside and she needed to protect herself from burning.

Then the mall. She said she had never seen one so big. This wasn’t the big one around here. We went to the athletic store first. A pair of running shoes, socks that fit well, several running shorts and tops. Then to Victoria Secrets. Someday we’ll get her to Sharon’s for a real selection when she was ready for it. We wanted to show her what sexy was but we steered her to the more discrete items that fully covered her. But still, I wanted her to have some things that would be pretty for certain times. There we got her some thongs and stockings. I asked if she ever wore high heels. The look on her face said it all. So our next stop was a nice shoe store. We found a nice pair with short heels for her to get comfortable in.

Back at the car as we put these packages into the trunk she blurted out, “My god, look at the stuff. Are you guys crazy? That’s too much.”

“No, it is not. In fact it is just getting you started. Clearly we have to teach you about enjoying shopping, too!”

We stopped for a late lunch, we still had things to talk about. During a relaxed lunch she still couldn’t get over the stuff we bought. It really wasn’t that much considering she had virtually nothing. It just seemed like a lot because we went out and got it all at once. We told her we would want to have her see our doctor and to talk to a psychologist, if only once. She got nervous but I just assured her it was for her own benefit.

“Helen, what you have been through could be enough to seriously damage your psyche. Not being a professional, it seems that it could cause a person to be so fearful and distrusting that it could be difficult to be in a meaningful relationship. Or, it could possibly harden a person to not being able to feel for another person. Again, not being a professional, we don’t see either one in you. You still seem very balanced and responsive. You certainly have been with us and the way your went to Tim last night and gave him a kiss on the cheek would seem to indicate that you have somehow held onto a balance so that you are able to identify and appreciate caring men as opposed to the example of men you grew up with.”

“So then why would I need to see someone?”

“Just to be sure. It will be wonderful if you really are that strong coming out of that experience. But, if there is something to get out, then we can work on that. I just think that you can miss so much in life if you can’t be open and accepting of the things around you. Will you do that for us and really work with the person? If it is only one session, fine.”

“This is so weird. I have never been given this kind of consideration. Of course I will see whomever you want. I know you have my interest at the core of the reason. But, for me, this is so new … to be given consideration and to be asked my input. So I want to give you the best, most considered response I can. I just want to understand better so I can consider that in my reaction and response. Now, what about the doctor?”

“Well, there are at least two reasons. One, we want our doctor, who we trust, to give you a check-up and also to review all records that we can get from you past doctors so we and you know what your current state of health is. She will need you to sign a consent form to retrieve your old records so we need you to think of any and all doctors you have seen. Don’t be concerned about remembering them all, just whatever you can. That will give one doctor a clearer view of your past.”

“Okay, I guess that makes sense. But, I don’t have any insurance after being kicked out of home.”

“Yes, we will have to work that out. We had the same issue with Mom so we may just need to handle it the same way.”

“You said there were two reasons. What is the other?”

“Right. Helen, you are an adult under state law, except for drinking as you have pointed out and we’ve ignored. I think you also need to consider some form of birth control. As you already know, we are very active sexually. Even though we want you to approach it very slowly, it would be a good time to develop the habit of taking it so when or if you should ever become active, you are protected. We are careful with the people we are with to protect us from STD’s. Believe me, Mom and I will be talking to you plenty about becoming active. This is a rather scary world for diseases.”

In the car on the way home, “Michele, can I ask something else I have been wondering about since being with you?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I heard you referred to as a ‘slut’. And I have heard ‘cunt’ and ‘pussy’. Yours seems to be ‘cunt’ and Barb’s and mine are ‘pussy’.”

“Okay, slut, first. As we said before, I have given myself to Tim as his sexual submissive so he controls my pussy. Now there are limits to that but he can give me to others if he is absolutely sure of the person and the circumstance. Mom is her own control. Mom maintains her own selectivity but Tim provides me with mine. I am not a whore. It is important who I am with but Tim is involved in that decision. A whore has absolutely no say or selectivity. Part of the significance of differentiating me as a submissive was to define that difference of control of my body. The use of ‘cunt’ for that part of my body does that psychologically for me.”

“Interesting. It’s not as simple as it might sound is it?”

“Not at all. And, thank you, for perceiving that. What else?”

“The dogs. I am confused by the way they act. You obviously are sexually active with them. They are very familiar with you, both of you. But with me they just lick my leg or hand like any dog. They don’t push themselves at me. Is there something different about me?”

Mom chuckles, “Absolutely not, dear. What you have picked up on is their training. Can you imagine any woman coming to our house being m*****ed or at least pestered by the dogs because they are active with us? They are trained to treat any woman, including us, as pets would if she is dressed. But if any woman is naked, she is fair game to the dogs to investigate. They won’t ****, but they will then poke their snouts at her crotch and ass to sniff and lick. It’s just that you’ve been dressed.”

“You’ve trained them for that? That’s amazing.”

“Thanks, but it really isn’t that hard to do. Most dogs really only want to please so it just has to be reinforced.”

She giggled and I looked at Mom as I was driving. Mom turned in the seat to look at Helen, “What’s got you going?”

“That they just want to please.” She giggled, again. “I could tell this morning that Cody and Jackson seem very skilled in that regard.” We all laughed. I adjusted the rearview mirror to look at her in the back seat. When I got her attention, I blew her a kiss with a smile. I got them back immediately.

Back home Helen made several trips from the car to the guest room. I let the dogs out of the kennel. While Helen was busy with her new stuff, folding and putting away, hanging things in the closet and stocking the guest bathroom which we knew would take her time as she again looked everything over one more time, Mom joined me and the dogs just over the rise. We were just stepping back onto the patio when she came out and attacked us with hugs. Everything we bought was to give her decent clothes to wear with a good enough selection for different occasions, but also to help her feel pretty. None of the bras or panties was plain-Jane cotton whites. Everything had some pattern or trimming to look pretty or sexy. Most of the tops showed some cleavage. I think the effect on her was a success.

That night, as planned before Helen showed up, Juli and Harry came over for a BBQ and drinks. The three of us were in sundresses and Mom put a call in to Juli just to be sure she realized the dress code was different than originally planned. We had the grill fired up and we were in the kitchen putting together a salad and some sides when they arrived. They yelled their arrival as they opened the front door and came through the house. We had alerted Helen to these evenings except that tonight there wouldn’t be any nudity or sex. That part we left out of the description. So, as they entered, Helen had a beer from the refrigerator for Harry and a glass of wine for Juli.

Harry smiled at seeing Helen handing him a beer. “You must be Miss Helen. You know, for such a little thing you sure have turned this part of the world upside down.” He laughed and gave her a hug. “I’m Harry, Juli’s worse half if you listen to them. And, Helen, it is good to have things get upside down sometimes. Things get a little routine out here in the country.” And he was out the door to ‘help’ Tim with the meat cooking.

Juli was impatiently waiting for Harry to finish so she could get to Helen herself. With a big hug, “Helen, Helen. How are you doing girl?”

“I’m alright, I guess.”

“A little overwhelming, isn’t it? One day you are a stranger causing trouble and the next day you are accepted as one of them.” Helen got another hug and then was held out at arm’s length. “You do clean up nice, girl. And, just so you know, strangers are not accepted out here so quickly. But this is a small group. If these three like you, you are good for us, too.” She took a sip of wine and leaned against the refrigerator, “So, what did you three do today?”

In unison, “Shop!” All four of us broke into laughter.

After dinner and the sky was beginning to darken, we moved back into the house and were sitting in the family room. Helen was a good sport to allow us and her to bring Juli and Harry up to speed on some of the things that had happened since the Sheriff had dropped her off yesterday. Finally, Harry came to her rescue, “Have you told her about the wedding?”

Juli was cuddled with Harry in one of the large easy chairs and Mom was cuddled with Tim in the other. Helen and I were sharing the loveseat where I had pulled her into me with my arm around her. She was comfortably leaning into my side with her feet curled under her. I confirmed that we had told her we, the three of us, had been married on the island.

“No, no. Did you TELL her? I mean did you describe it to her?”

“No, I guess we didn’t.”
Helen turned and looked at me, “What? I assumed you were just married. Maybe a threesome wedding but still just married. Is there something more?”

I gave Harry a look. But he didn’t stop, “Let’s watch the DVD. I haven’t seen it, yet.”

“You were there, Harry!”

“Yea, but she wasn’t. Besides, it was the best wedding I ever attended.”

This really had Helen searching our faces. “Juli and Harry were there, too? On the Caribbean island?”

Harry wasn’t done apparently, “Their friend flew us and another of their close couple friends down to witness it. Let me tell you, Helen, you have to get down there sometime. His place is amazing. And the island is beautiful. And the beaches and the bikinis …” But he was finally stopped by an elbow into his ribs by Juli.

But Tim was on his feet, turning on the large TV and player, then inserting the DVD and returning to the chair with the remotes. Mom retook her place on his lap. She was starting to blush and looking at Helen and then me. I put my arm around her, again, “Okay, it looks like the men are determined to watch this or show it to you. Probably both. Before it starts it will be a little unusual for a wedding. Well, most of it is pretty normal for a small wedding but our gowns were a little unusual. Just so you are ready.”

Actually, none of us had bothered to view the DVD. We just recently got it delivered to us. We had it out to watch but just never got around to it. It had only been a short time ago. But now, now that it was about to start, I was extremely interested in seeing it, experiencing it, again. As it came on, it showed “The Wedding of Michele, Barb, and Tim” and Tim’s voice came on as our pictures were flashed onto the screen. Pictures of Mom and me, as younger women and current. Candid pictures and poses. The music was perfect. And it led right into Tim’s voice, “This video is my attempt to have captured the expression of my love for two of the best things that could ever come into one man’s life. I wanted to show them that they both deserved the wedding that represented our relationship and our shared love. That wasn’t easy. The good old USA doesn’t recognize such weddings. But my dear friend, Carlos Rodriguez, showed me that nothing is impossible if you truly want it. And I truly wanted this. So, relax and enjoy the video documentation of our wedding held in the home of that same friend and officiated by the Reverend Sanchez of the Church of the Holy Name, a local church on the island.”

Then it went black for just a moment. Then we were inside the estate home, in the great hall to be exact. Mr. R stepped into view as two figures arrived at the top of the stairs. I had forgotten the expanse of windows at the top. All that could be seen of Mom and me was silhouettes as we paused at the top. I remember stopping and squeezing Mom’s hand and taking a deep breath and with a shared smile to each other we started down the staircase to Mr. R. As we descended a few steps so the windows were no longer behind us, we came into clear view in the camera. And Helen sucked in her breath and her hand went to her mouth and she pointed to the screen with the other.

She was only watching the screen but the others stopped to watch her. I couldn’t help it, I giggled, “I know, isn’t it naughty? See what I mean by our gowns?”

As we descended further, the camera zoomed in on us. Stepping down, walking in our high heels, our jiggling breasts were clearly noticed. “Michele, Barb … you’re beautiful!”

Mom playfully responded, “Hey, don’t sound so surprised.”

“No, I didn’t mean that. You two are. But you look like princesses coming down the stairway in a castle.” She looked finally at everyone and blushed, “Well, okay, yea, naked princesses, maybe.” And she led us all into laughter.

As the DVD ran through the wedding, she curled even closer to me. Her hand found its way to my thigh and my arm was around her stroking her arm and shoulder. We could see the others being a little more u*********sly erotic with their partners. There were light murmurs of comments but when the video got to the vows, Mom shushed us all.

At the end of the vows, Helen partially turned and pushed her face into my neck and reached up and kissed my cheek. “That was beautiful, Michele. Was it really ad lib? You really didn’t know that was going to happen?”

“Thanks, sweetie. Did we have a clue, Mom?”

“None. We didn’t know why we were being made up with such attention to detail. When the veils were brought out, I think we wondered. But we didn’t want to believe it for fear it was just some elaborate role playing. And you’re right, Helen. It was like being a princess. And what a wedding night.” She looked around the room and shifted to look directly into Tim, “This DVD doesn’t show that does it? Not the party afterwards, does it?”

“No, the photographers left after the dinner. Although it would have been interesting to see what Michele got involved in while we were busy.”

Mom looked at Helen but addressed the rest of us, “Not tonight.”

But Helen was more than curious now, “What? What happened later?”

But Mom was equally adamant, “No, definitely not. Maybe another time. You’ll think terrible of us, yet.”

After Juli and Harry had left and the family room and kitchen was put back together, we regrouped in the family room for one last small glass of wine before calling it a night. This time I was cuddled up into the Tim’s side. Mom and Helen were in opposite easy chairs. The talk was easy and relaxed. Helen kept returning to the video, pulling out small scenes that she found especially poignant and touching. As she put it, details that “were the way I would want my wedding ceremony to be.”

We were all holding empty glasses but it was Helen who got up and took our glasses from each of us and placed them next to the sink in the kitchen. She was back almost immediately but went to the fireplace and the picture of Mom and me standing pressed together, naked, but nothing showing. We all loved that picture (like others hanging in the bedroom). Helen just stood there looking at it. We looked at each other wondering if there was something happening. I stood and walked behind her, putting my hands on her shoulder, “I like that picture. What do you see in it?”

“I love that picture. Okay, I guess I probably say that about most of the others, too. What do I see? Two women obviously in love. They love the contact of each other, they are secure in it, they are safe and assured with the contact, they relish being in contact. And … they are no longer alone. What was a singularly intimate sharing between them is now exposed to someone. But … that’s not a concern, a threat, or in any way diminishing their current experience. They are still safe and secure, still assured in their love, and … I think … even welcoming the exposure to this person.”

“Wow.”

“Even though Tim isn’t shown, he is the one and that is why you are still so secure in the moment of experiencing the love. Not diminished, but perhaps even an anticipation of it being increased.”

“You see all that in the picture?” I am looking over my shoulder at the others.

“See?” She turned around and touched my face lightly before dropping her hands, clasping them in front of her. “I am not experienced in so many things. Not like you. Maybe as a result of not being exposed personally I spent too much time in books, reading and looking at pictures instead of being able to experience.” She took my hand and we walked a couple steps closer to the others. “Do I see that in the picture? It seems to me that a good picture, like a good painting or piece of sculpture, is an experience. A good picture creates a feeling and that feeling might be brought with you into the viewing. Something preconceived to influence your viewing. I think what I ‘see’ in that picture is what I ‘feel’ in that picture and that comes from a shared experience of how you look in your security and love. How, when you see each other suddenly, there is an uptick of anticipation, of awareness, of appreciation for the coming interaction.”

Mom and Tim are both out of their seats and have joined us, standing closely, but still not a hug initiated by anyone. Mom lightly raises Helen’s chin to look at her, “That’s beautiful, honey. I wish we could capture that and put it below the picture.”

“And it is so absolutely foreign to me from my experience. My previous experiences would not give me those impressions. Not until the last two days. The love that permeates this house is so powerful that it is already modifying my perspectives.” And that is when she got the group hug. When we broke, she continued but surprised us all, “The DVD showing your wedding was so beautiful that the nakedness seemed almost appropriate. The vows, the kisses shared. Do you remember the kisses, the three of them, when you were pronounced married? They weren’t the playful passion you normally see at the end of the wedding. These, all of them, had passion, but more love, tenderness, reflecting each other’s shared and understood commitment. I have never felt anything like that.” She looked right at Tim, “Would you kiss me like that? I know those kisses reflected feelings that you have with Barb and Michele and we don’t, but ... just one?”

Mom and I stepped back and nodded to Tim. He stepped forward, taking her face in his hands, leaned forward and touched his lips to hers, just barely touching, just a hint. But if she thought she was going to be disappointed, he didn’t stop. He looked into her eyes and did it again. Looking at her again, he smiled and moved one hand to her shoulder and pulled her in gently to his body and placed his lips on hers fuller, slightly harder, changing his angle and contact. And he pulled her body into his for the slightest of body contact. And the kiss still didn’t end. He moved his hand up the length of her back to her head and around until he again held her face in both of his hands. He broke and kissed her lower lip, pulled on it, then the top lip and both lips, slipping his tongue out and probing at her lips until they opened slightly and he teased her, touching her teeth. Breaking it, he quickly, lightly kissed her lips for a final time before pulling her into his arms and shoulder.

We watched as she clung to his neck. We watched as her body shivered against his body. And we followed when he picked her up in his arms and carried her to her room and sat her on the edge of her bed. He knelt on one knee in front of her, holding her hands in his, kissing one and then the other. Then he looked into her eyes, never even hinting to her that he knew Mom and I were standing in the doorway, “Helen, you are loved here. You can be safe and secure. You can be free to openly share.” He stood, raised her chin and very lightly kissed her lips. “Sweet dreams, Helen.” As he turned, her face was remained upturned, her lips puckered, her eyes closed … and … she was holding her breath.

* * * CHAPTER 27: DOG KENNELING will follow * * * Thanks for reading.