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Saturday, I worked for my grandfather until noon. He had a little make work for me, I think just so I could make a few bucks. Money wasn't a big problem for me right now because I wasn't spending any of my own. Mr. Cavanaugh had given me fifty bucks to take the twins to the mall and I knew I'd get more for tonight's date with who ever won the coin toss. I didn't protest taking the money from him because I really did consider taking his daughters out as tutoring. I liked the hell out of Ellen and Elaine and I was determined that when they started school that they'd be able to fit in. As smart as they were I figured it wouldn't take many sessions for them to get acclimated to teen high school life. As usually happens in any of my dealings with women, their expectations were totally opposite what I anticipated.
I stashed the money from Papa in a cigar box in my desk. I was saving for my trip to Colorado for spring break. I gathered up my dirty clothes and headed for the laundry room to start my regular chores. I was going to have to hustle to get everything done in time for my pseudo-date with the twin. I loaded up the washing machine and poured in the detergent then started on the kitchen. I started the dishwasher and wiped down the countertops and range before heading for the family room with the vacuum cleaner, furniture polish and a handful of cleaning cloths. I was polishing up the coffee table when my phone buzzed. I flipped it open one handed and said hello.
"Hi Johnny, it's Rachael."
"Hi yourself, you sound all bubbly, what's going on?"
She told me she was caught up on everything at school and asked if I was busy tomorrow after Mass. I told her I wasn't and asked if she wanted to do something.
"Yes, I want to do something until I can't walk. I'm past the point of being able to relieve the pressure myself. Can we meet at my house at one?"
Is the Pope Catholic?
Cleaning went faster and smoother as I thought about spending some quality time with Rachael. I finished in plenty of time to shower and change. At six-thirty sharp I was at the Cavanaughs' front door. As usual Mr. Cavanaugh let me in. The Cavanaughs had a housekeeper and a cook that worked strictly weekdays so I'd only seen them once or twice. Mr. Cavanaugh greeted me warmly and led me to the parlor. Mrs. Cavanaugh was sitting on the couch looking very spiffy; she and Mr. Cavanaugh were going out as well.
I sat down and told them of my plans for the evening, a movie at the cinemaplex, then socializing at the Steak and Shake. I said I'd have their daughter home by whenever they specified. Donna told me to have her home by eleven. Shelia was staying home with the other twin because Al was working until ten. Al was coming over after work, so when I returned we could all hang out for a while.
Elaine won the coin toss and came down stairs about five minutes after I arrived. I was secretly pleased about that because Elaine was my favorite. We just seemed closer than Ellen and I were. She was wearing a flared denim skirt about two inches above her knees and a pink button up shirt with a collar that stood up in the back. She was also wearing chunky heels about an inch and a half tall. Her hair was loose down her back and she had on a hint of makeup expertly applied. Her big blue eyes were sparkling with excitement. Elaine looked a lot like her sister Shelia in that outfit and makeup.
Unlike their sister, both twins had a spattering of freckles across their upturned little noses. In addition, the twins were an inch or two taller than Shelia and a little slimmer. All three girls had the signature Buckley red hair, Shelia's hair was longer, though, and had streaks of sun bleached blonde in it. Shelia was also more tanned than the twins, her complexion not quite as fair. The twins stayed out of the sun unprotected because they burned easily, and the sun broke them out in the freckles they detested. I thought their freckles were cute as hell, but they sure didn't. I stood up and told Elaine how nice she looked; her father seconded my opinion.
The movie Elaine picked at the theatre was, of course, a chick flick. Some lose the guy, find the guy, live happy ever after thing with Sandra Bullock. Watching sweet innocent Sandra on the screen made me wonder if she and that West Coast Chopper dude, Jesse James, ever did the wild thing on one of his custom motorcycles. Elaine had an agenda for the evening, I could tell that as soon as she picked a seat way in the back row of the theater. The coming attractions were still playing when she pulled my arm up and behind her and she leaned her head on my shoulder.
"This is so romantic," she whispered.
"Yes it is, thanks to you," I replied.
She liked that and snuggled close as the movie started. I was relaxed and comfortable as we sat there, happy that Elaine wasn't one of those people who talked through the picture. We left the theater at nine and headed to the Steak and Shake, I wasn't worried about being seen with such a young girl because she looked much older and I figured not many people knew who she was anyway. All the booths were filled so we found a small table and sat opposite each other talking about the movie, school and life in general. Elaine was taking in how the other teens in the restaurant were acting and adjusted her behavior accordingly. She smiled at me and became all flirty.
I ordered a double bacon cheeseburger and fries and Elaine had a BLT. She stole French fries off my plate as we talked; I thought she was adorable and told her so. She blushed at the compliment and held my hand across the table. I had to keep reminding myself that the date was practice for Elaine and nothing more. Some of my friends dropped by the table and I introduced Elaine without giving her last name. Elaine told people who asked that she went to a private school and was a sophomore. Stan and Krista even sat down at the table with us. Elaine easily adapted to the conversations Stan or Krista introduced. Krista was a cute girl with a sparking personality and a sharp wit, so she and Elaine had a field day at Stan and my expense. We hung out with Stan and Krista while they ordered and ate. At ten-thirty I took Elaine home.
Al Jerdin's minivan pulled in right behind us. We waited for Al on the porch. He shook my hand and gave Elaine an exuberant hug.
"Dude, I heard you had a date with Elle. How was the movie, think Sheba would like it?"
Al had this thing about calling anyone by his or her correct name. His nicks were mostly pretty appropriate and everyone seemed to like the monikers he hung on them. Donna Cavanaugh was the exception; being called Big Mama didn't sit that well with her. Elaine giggled and told him the movie was great but it might have had something to do with the company she had. Ellen and Elaine had a lot of fun tormenting Al. They kept him in perpetual confusion about which of them he was dealing with so he just used one name for both of them. Since Elle was French for she, he had the bases covered.
Speaking of names, Nina told me Ellen and Elaine were both forms of the name Helen, and meant 'light of the sun'. They were named after Helen Turner, Jacob Turner's mother, and the matriarch of the Buckley Clan. The more I learned about those Buckleys the more intrigued with them I became. For some reason I had a tickle in the back of my mind that the Buckleys were going to play a big part in my future. (Big hint here readers.)
Elaine let Al and I into the house. We went to the media room where Ellen and Shelia were watching ice dancing on the plasma big screen. Shelia jumped up when we came in and gave Al a big kiss and hug. I could see that she really liked the guy. Ellen made a gagging noise as they kissed. Ellen was wearing shorts and a t-shirt; her lack of a bra was obvious as her prominent nipples tented the thin cotton. I think that was the first time I ever saw the twins not dressed alike. Shelia also gave me a hug, grabbed her jacket off the back of the couch and started dragging Al towards the door.
"They're all yours - good luck," she yelled as they sailed out the front door.
So much for the five of us hanging out together. As soon as the door closed behind Shelia and Al, Ellen faked a big yawn and stood up.
"I think I'll go to bed," she said unnecessarily.
I chuckled as she dimmed the lights on her way out. I think I was being set up. Elaine kicked off her shoes and curled up against me on the plush wine colored leather couch. She stroked my cheeks with her fingertips. We had been touching in some fashion all night long. It felt so natural and right I never even noticed.
"I had a wonderful time tonight, Johnny, but did I do okay as a date for you?"
"You were wonderful, it was one of the best dates I ever had."
She gave a happy whoop and before I knew it, she was laying half across my lap kissing me like crazy. I returned the kiss and some of the sexual energy she was sending me. Our sexual connection was very strong that night, probably because of all the intimacy we'd shared during the evening. Remembering Nina's, admonishment about going too slowly, I unbuttoned a couple of buttons of her blouse and slipped my hand inside. Elaine moaned into my mouth, unwrapped her right arm from around my neck, unfastened the rest of the buttons and unclipped her front closure bra.
I guess she was also tired of me dragging my feet so she was taking charge. Things sped up considerably after that. I was soon licking her puffy Hershey Kiss nipples and dragging her panties off her slender hips. She wiggled around and helped me all she could. She was hot, wet and slick between her legs, I was surprised not to feel even the remnants of a hymen.
"Please tell me you are on birth control," I gritted out as she wrapped her slender long fingered hand around my shaft.
"Nooo, " she hissed, "don't you have anything?"
"I didn't even dream we'd be doing this, God, you've set me on fire," I gasped.
By now she had my dick out of my pants and was studying it as if it was an exhibition at the county fair. Kong was pulsating in her hand and she was throbbing around the finger I had buried in her. I pulled her off my lap and laid her on the couch, she spread her legs and held her arms up to me. It took will power I didn't know existed to ignore her arms and drop my head between her thighs. As soon as my tongue made contact with her shockingly large clit she screamed and convulsed as if she'd been electrocuted. I gently kissed the insides of her thighs until she calmed down then went back at her with a vengeance. It took her a little longer to climax the second time but it was just as intense.
After her third orgasm I couldn't stand it any longer and pulled myself up until I was kneeling over her chest. She grabbed Kong and I showed her how to move her hand. She jacked me a few strokes and I exploded on her chest and breasts. She came again as thick ropes of cum striped her skin.
Elaine jumped up and scurried naked into the bath adjoining the media room. She returned with a hand towel and we cleaned each other up. It was the hottest sexual experience of my life. I couldn't recall ever being that close to totally out of control. The sexual connection between us had been so strong the air still cracked with residual energy. She lovingly cleaned up Kong and gave him a kiss on his now deflated head. We found all the bits of Elaine's outfit scattered around the couch and put them back on her. When she was dressed and I was all zipped back up, she perched herself in my lap.
"So that was sex," she said dreamily. "Is it always that intense?"
"Sweetie I've never had a woman make me that out of control. I seriously underestimated the strength of our connection. We were only a few inches from taking a huge chance."
She nodded in agreement. "Our tingles were so strong I didn't care what you did to me. If I had my way I'd be full of your little spermy-wormies right now. I think I better get on the pill and I think you better buy a case of condoms until I do. Cause next time we are together I going to have you in me if I have to knock you out first."
We kissed at the door as I was leaving. As soon as our lips touched lust rolled over us like a tidal wave. It was all we could do to tear ourselves apart. When I climbed into the cab of my truck I was surprised it was only eleven-forty. I tried to analyze what happened as I drove. For the life of me I couldn't figure it out. One minute we were kissing and fooling around, the next we were rutting like minks. I guess Nina didn't have to worry about me making Elaine wait, that was for sure. Just thinking about her had me hard again.
I saw the Cavanaughs at Mass the next morning in their usual spot, a couple of pews in front of us. Even from behind I knew which of the three redheads was Elaine. I was thinking how wonderful a person she was when she turned around and smiled at me. I was startled when I felt a wash of contentment settle over me. Could Elaine be sending it to me without us even touching or was I just content being near her? I closed my eyes and tried to project the same feeling back to her. I figured I failed, and must have been mistaken, when she didn't acknowledge my actions.
After Mass I drove over to Rachael's house. After my episode with Elaine the night before, I was seeing everything different today. One of those things was Rachael and me. I had always had this romantic notion of Rachael and me as soul mates. Last night put things in a different perspective. I guess it was that chemistry thing Nina talked about. In the school of love, with Rachael I had history; with Elaine I had chemistry. Thinking about Elaine of course made me think about Ellen. Would it be the same way with the other twin? Some how, I thought not. Ellen and I connected but not as I did with Elaine or even Nina, for that matter. I wondered why that was; after all they were as identical as two people could be.
When I arrived at Rachael's she met me at the door wearing this teddy the same color blue as her eyes. I swear no other woman in the world could look any better than she did in that thing. After we shared a steamy kiss just inside the door, she practically dragged me to the bedroom. Rachael was the hottest and most vocal I'd ever seen her and I was a machine as I sought to please her. For the first time Rachael let me try different positions with her. To her surprise she liked all of them. We made technically proficient love for over an hour and a half. During that time she must have had twenty orgasms to my three. When she was finally sated she rested a minute or two then looked at her watch.
"That was incredible Johnny and I'd love to stay here and cuddle with you but I have a study group at five that I can't miss. I have just enough time to shower and make the drive."
I said I understood and dressed. She walked me to the door and gave me a kiss.
"Ciao, Johnny, I'll call you," she said.
Ciao Johnny? What the hell was that, if it wasn't the 'bums rush'? I suddenly knew what a woman must feel like when a man just uses her for sex and dumps her. That shit, I vowed, would never happen again. I don't care how good her body was, or how hot she was getting in the sack. The more I thought about it the more it pissed me off. Ciao, Johnny, my aching ass.
Michelle called me at seven that night. She was all peppy and happy sounding. She told me all about her two dates with Nick, the new guy. She said the dates were terrific, Nick was terrific; as a matter of fact, life in general was terrific. Nick was so romantic; Nick was so charming; Nick was so... I tuned out about then, it just wasn't my day I guess.
Michelle drove me to school the next morning still carrying on about Nick. I got to meet Prince Charming in the parking lot. His name was Nicholas Stavros and he was one handsome son of a gun. He was as tall as I, but had a slim swimmer's build. His hair was black and curly and his eyes were dark blue shaded towards violet. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy too; he smiled a lot, which only showed off his perfectly straight, pearly white teeth. Michelle departed with Nick without a backwards glance at me. I swear I could almost see the cartoon stars in her eyes.
That night Michelle called me and asked if I minded riding the bus to school in the morning because Nick was coming by to pick her up. Her voice sounded different somehow, sort of strained. I asked her what was the matter. She hesitated a few seconds and then admitted that she and Nick had sex that afternoon at her house after school. She sounded apologetic about ditching me so quickly over him. I told her I understood and hoped he made her happy. I could hear the blush in her voice when she replied that he made her very happy. She then gave me just the information I didn't need when she said he was real big 'down there'. Jesus, it wasn't like Nick needed any other advantages.
Elaine called and salvaged my night a few minutes after I hung up with Michelle. I couldn't quite grasp the serious attraction we obviously both felt. Judging by our conversation, Elaine felt the same way.
"Johnny, I could feel you behind me in church yesterday, it made me feel so good. And I talked to Aunt Nina about what happen Saturday night," she said.
I smiled at that; I was guessing I wouldn't be invited to dinner at Nina's this week. I don't think Nina actually believed that the one of the twins would be such a fast worker.
"What did she say?" I asked.
"She was very surprised and asked me a lot of questions. I guess at first she thought it was just our hormones getting out of control. Get this, when I told her I thought it was way beyond hormones, she said that the reaction was genetic with women in our family and was not unexpected. What was out of character was that it was with you and not our clan chief in Ireland, some distant cousin she called the O'Buckley. She said Ellen's reaction is more typical, you know, inquisitive but reserved. If anyone but Aunt Nina told me that stuff I'd think they were loony."
"Wow, that does sound weird," I said.
"There's even more Johnny, supposedly we are going to Ireland this summer and meet this guy. His name is Patrick Buckley, by the way. I looked him up on the Net; he is one of about twenty people who head the remnants of the old Irish clans. The clan chiefs are the only titleholders allowed by the Irish Constitution. The first O'Buckley was clan chief a thousand years before Christ."
"So where does that leave us, Sweetie? Are we going to have to stop seeing each other?" I asked, afraid of the answer.
"Nina didn't even mention that. I think our only problem is going to be the usual stuff about my age. But the same arguments about genetics apply there as well. Women in my family mature early, that's just a fact of life. Then again, the boy involved is you, Johnny, and everyone knows how you are."
I didn't like the sound of that.
"Er, is that good or bad?" I asked.
She had the same laugh that Nina had. It was enchanting and you knew it was real. "That's very good, silly boy. My dad considers you the son he never had, Mom respects you and Aunt Nina loves you to death."
We hung up shortly after that. I finished my homework and hung out watching television with Dad for a while then turned in at ten. Elaine sure had given me a bunch to think about. The story of her family didn't seem nearly as strange to me as it would have before I discovered the ability that I had to connect with some people. And what about Michelle? Dammed if that wasn't fast. I knew Michelle and I weren't destined to spend our lives together but holy cow, she dropped me like a bad habit.
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