A Very Surprising Friend

Disclaimers: As usual, this work is entirely fictional. Any and all characters depicted herein reside only in my mind. If they partake in any sexual hijinks, they are 18 or older. This story could fit into several categories, so I’ll let the readers decide if I’ve picked the right one. If you are looking for wall to wall sex, you might be disappointed. Just so you know there is interracial sex, too.

I had recently spent three very long days in the hospital. What they told me was I had a combination anxiety attack/elevated blood pressure event. Whatever it was, the Doctor told me I had to loose weight, or else!

I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Colleen Boyle. Heading towards my 23rd birthday, and having been given this ‘lose weight, or else ultimatum’ I decided to heed the medical advice I’d been given.

I did make a conscious effort to get some long overdue exercise, but I found that walking just didn’t do anything for me.

Let me give you a brief, but honest description of me. I stand maybe 5’2″, on a good day, and I won’t embarrass myself telling you Nosy Nancy’s my weight. Just imagine for yourselves, my 42E cup bra is very snug on me.

Having very few friends to talk this over with, I did ask both my older sisters. They were ten and eight years older than me, both married, with two kids, each. Neither were thin, but not as heavyset like me. I guess chasing two kids around kept them from being my size. I also thought that the steady fucking they got from their husbands played into their figures.

Even though I wasn’t a virgin, I would never be classed as worldly. I had sex with two different men, or should I say boys, once each.

Both my sisters, as well as both brothers-in-law suggested I should join a gym and get a personal trainer to guide me to better health. Little did I know what this would lead up to.

I took some time checking out several local gyms close to my apartment. With my job as a medical coder being done from home, I looked at the closest one, first.

Checking out the facility, I quickly noticed there weren’t many people my size in this building. As I was leaving the building with my head down, I heard a voice asking if I needed any questions answered.

Looking at who was talking, I saw a lady, maybe 10 or 15 years older than me, with a welcoming smile that made me a bit more comfortable, than I was. I also noticed she had a figure that I’d kill for. A good 7 or 8 inches taller than me, fairly small boobs, but that million watt smile.

“Isn’t it fairly obvious what I need?”

“No, you might be here looking for a good healthy drink,” she quipped, smiling.

“Colleen Boyle.”

“Sandra Hall. If your name wasn’t Irish enough, I think your reddish hair and fair skin was a give away.”

I took a closer look, seeing her again, I saw a very light skinned black girl, or at least I thought she was black. I had to admit to myself her smile was what caused me to stop to see what she had to say.

“Is there anything you might be able to do for me so I can manage my blood pressure?”

“Sure, lets sit down and discuss some options.”

Over the next hour or so, we talked about living and eating healthier. Sandra printed out several pages of dietary suggestions, along with an exercise regimen that seemed like something I could accomplish.

While we were talking, I noticed a few pictures around her office that I must have stared at a bit too long.

“Does my being gay and black bother you, Colleen?”

“No and no. Both my sisters are married to black men and your lifestyle choice isn’t any of my business.”

“Good, I’m glad that’s out of the way.” She then proceeded to show me several options, which were very easy to understand. She also told me that I needed to proceed slowly, to help protect me from injuring myself.

As I got up to leave, I thought about giving her a little hug, but didn’t because I didn’t want to send a misleading message. She offered me her hand, which I shook, softly.

I knew that our Greater Seattle area had a very large and welcoming gay community, but I had never interacted with any, to my knowledge.

Over the next five or six weeks, I went in at least twice a week, and sometimes three times. Each time Sandra was not only helpful, but extremely supportive. At no time was she ever anything other than a helpful friend. We did move on from just a hand shake, to a little goodbye hugging. With our height difference, my face was a bit too close to her boobs for my comfort. We did, however, enjoy laughing and talking on each of my visits.

One time after about five weeks, and over a fifteen pound loss, she told me that I might have to beat back the men wanting to hit on me. This was said with a wide grin. I grinned back, saying they were more than welcome to try.

Going into my third month, seeing me never having a date, as I was packing up to leave, she called me aside, looking right into my eyes, and asked if we could have dinner sometime.

“Like a date?”

“No, like two friends having dinner.”

“Let me think about it, OK?”

“OK.”

“I thought about it, and how about Friday night?” I said with a grin. “As you can tell by looking at me, there isn’t much I don’t like to eat.”

Smiling, she told me she would pick me up at six, and it would be a surprise where we’d have dinner.

As I got back to my apartment, it sort of hit me that I was going on a date with a woman, who told me she was gay, who just happened to be black and probably ten years older than me. Was I a bit too over eager in accepting? Not sure, but it will beat sitting home alone, or eating out alone.

Oh, shit, what am I getting myself into, I thought. As I got undressed for bed, I looked at myself in the mirror, taking stock of my body.

Yes, I had dropped over twenty five pounds, but had more than a bit more to lose. As my bra came off, my boobs fell onto my upper chest. Yep, they had their share of sag to them. The prevailing thought running through my mind was, what the fuck did this gorgeous, thin girl see in me?

It was a good thing for me that the next two days were very busy for me. It allowed me not to think about my date. Yeah, yeah, she told me it was two friends having dinner. Or, did I want it to be a date? I hadn’t been on a date for many months, and to be truthful, I was a bit lonely. Lonely enough to have dinner with Sandra? I guess I was about to find out.

Right at six, she was at my door, looking like she just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Wearing a short skirt, not quite a miniskirt, but short. A very nice white, low neck sweater, showing just the tiny bit of cleavage that her boobs allowed, and flats. I was glad she wasn’t wearing 6″ heels, as she was so much taller than me, to begin with.

I was wearing a very nice just above the knee dress that did show off a bit of cleavage, that I had in abundance. We both stared at each other, with each of us mouthing the word, wow.

“Would I be out of line giving you a hug, Colleen?”

I just shook my head, no.

Taking me in her arms, it just felt good to be hugged, by someone not in my family.

As she leaned down for what seemed to me was a kiss, I just sort of froze. She sensed this and kissed my forehead.

“That was nice, thank you,” I breathed.

Smiling, we were off to who knows where.

We arrived at a very nice sea food restaurant located in the South Lake Union area, surrounded by many new office buildings, all occupied by Amazon employees.

Sitting down and enjoying one of the best meals I’d ever enjoyed, we chatted quietly during dinner. She asked about my siblings, and nieces and nephew. Since she was an only child, she loved hearing about family.

I told her my parents, Frank and Meg, were both nearing retirement, and were both employed at the same insurance company.

She told me her parents were long since divorced, and her dad had sort of dropped off the face of the earth. Her mother, Susan, was an accountant, and also was nearing retirement.

While we were talking I didn’t realize she was holding my hands in hers. When I looked down, she asked if it bothered me having her touching my hands.

I just shook my head, thinking I was getting a bit warm. I wasn’t sure if it was the wine I had just one glass of, or her very soft hands holding mine.

As we were thinking about leaving, she leaned in close and told me it was my choice if I wanted to come back to her house, or not. I looked into her eyes and quietly told her I would like that, but I did have more than a few reservations.

“We don’t have to do anything besides talk and sleep, and if you choose, you can sleep in my guest room.”

“OK, I guess,” I replied with my hands still in hers.

She took my hands and kissed the backs of each one. My goodness, her lips were soft.

Off we went, with my nerves racing a mile a minute.

Did I have the nerve to sleep with another woman?

Even if I did, how would I react if she made advances to me?

Could we sleep together without any sex between us?

I was like a teenager on a first date. I then realized that this was a first date, of sorts.

Arriving at her nice townhouse, I let her lead me in the front door. Standing just inside her closed door, she took my face in her hands and very softly kissed my lips.

Fuck me, did that feel good. I guess my smile gave her the idea to repeat the kiss. This time I gave her a hug, pressing my boobs against her while kissing her, this time, pushing my tongue against her mouth, which she took as a signal for her hands to take hold of my very round behind.

After what seemed like an eternity, we came up for air.

“Are you positive you’ve never kissed a girl before?” she asked.

Unable to speak, I just nodded, holding her as close as possible. I felt her rock hard nipples pressing against me, as her hands were massaging my tush. If she had had a cock it would have been rock hard pressing against me.

We started moving as one over toward her couch, when I looked into her eyes and whispered, “Is that where we really want to be?”

Changing our direction, she took my hand and started heading for what I knew was her bedroom. I hoped she couldn’t hear my heart pounding in my chest.

Stopping just inside the door, she took my face in her soft hands, again and pressed her soft lips to mine. Instead of moving her hands to my behind, she placed one hand on my left breast. I had to catch myself, from screaming out, it felt so good.

Her other hand started rubbing my ass, as our kissing became even more intense.

I very tentatively placed one hand on her breast, and for the first time in my life I felt a breast that wasn’t mine. Damn, it felt good. Small, but so very good.

Silently, we started undressing each other. I lifted her sweater upwards, over her head, revealing her small B cup boobs, capped with rock hard dark nipples.

She managed to unzip my dress that was now at my feet. Kissing each bra covered nipple, she reached behind me, unhooking my bra. As my boobs came into view, she took one huge nipple into her mouth as her hand massaged the other one.

“Let’s lay down before I fall over,” I asked.

Kicking my dress aside, we moved towards her bed. Stopping, I slowly pushed her skirt down over her nearly nonexistent behind. The thong she was wearing was next to nothing, and was next to go. Her hands pushed my panties down over my butt, taking time to gently rub each cheek.

We fell into her bed, still kissing, and my body temperature rising with each kiss and touch. My nipples had never, ever been treated to such gentle lips. I leaned down and for the first time in my life took another woman’s breast into my mouth.

I must have been doing something right, as her body started shaking, and her soft moans became more than a bit louder.

As we continued our kissing and touching, I felt a finger rubbing my very wet slit. My eyes flew open, causing Sandra to ask with her eyes if she should continue.

When I moved my hips against her hand, she had her answer, and very slowly slid one finger into my soaking wet pussy. Fuck me, that felt so good. When she added a second finger and used her thumb on my hooded prize, my entire body was shaking, and I was holding on for dear life.

My orgasm must have lasted a good 30 or 40 seconds, causing a few tears to fall.

“Are you OK, my wild Irish rose?”

With my face in her neck, I couldn’t even form words to answer.

After a few more seconds, I barely got out the words, “please just hold me.”

Laying there, in each others arms, I realized the room reeked of sex. Damn, but it felt so good.

“Do I take it you’re going to stay here with me tonight?”

“Duh!”

Breaking out in laughter, still in each others arms, I told her I needed a bathroom break. Barely able to walk, when I returned to bed, holding my bra in front of me, I realized how silly that must have looked, so I dropped it.

Sandra held up the corner of the sheet, inviting me in. She just took me in her arms, kissed my forehead and asked me how I was doing.

“Well, I just made love to a woman for the first time. I came so hard, I thought I’d passed out. And I think I just might want more. Other than that, I’m way more than OK.”

Holding me in her arms, she kissed my forehead, again. Then she kissed my nose. Both closed eyelids. My earlobes. Smiling at me, she whispered, “you haven’t seen anything, yet.”

Gently moving me onto my back, she very slowly started kissing my neck. Back up to my lips. Adding a bit of tongue. Back down to my engorged nipple. Then the other one. Down my tummy. Both thighs. Gently opening my legs. Licking up and down my very wet slit. Coaxing my clit out of hiding. My body shaking almost uncontrollably. Not letting my orgasm subside, her tongue started probing my cunt. She added a finger inside of me. Taking that very wet finger out of my cunt, she very gently touched my back door pucker. I jumped at that touch, along with a muffled scream, as her finger entered my virgin behind. My body was shaking so hard, I hoped we wouldn’t fall off the bed.

Finger fucking my rear end, and licking my clit, she inserted two fingers into my pussy, so deep I thought they were a cock. My third orgasm just about did me in. I had just enough energy after cumming to ask her for a break.

Laying there, trying to catch my breath, I just couldn’t help myself saying, “Sandra, I think I’m truly falling for you, so please don’t think I’m being foolish saying that.”

“Oh, dear Colleen, I couldn’t have wished for a better way to cap off our first non-date.”

We both had this silly grin, but I turned away, thinking of what had just transpired.

“A penny for your thoughts, Red.”

“I’m just not sure I can do that same stuff to you that you did to me, just yet, and I don’t want you to be disappointed with me.”

“Oh, Colleen, I couldn’t be disappointed with anything you decide to do, or not do, I just want us to savor this moment. That’s all.”

With that, she kissed my forehead and held my still shaking body in her arms. It took me about two or three minutes to be sound asleep.

Waking up and remembering where I was and what Sandra and I had done, earlier, I just rolled away from her, softly sobbing. I felt her arm over my shoulder and heard her whisper, if I wanted her to take me home.

I told her I’d stay, but I had an awful lot of thinking about what we did. I then took her face in my hands and gave her a very soft kiss.

“I really need to sleep on this, Sandra. OK?”

“Anything you want, my dear.”

After a less than restful night sleep, I woke up in bed, alone. I could hear kitchen noises and smelled something good. Getting out of bed, grabbing the nightgown I’d put in my purse, I ventured out to see just how upset Sandra was.

When I entered her kitchen, I was a bit shocked to see her in front of the stove in just a tiny thong.

“Good morning, my dear, how are you doing this bright, sunny day?”

“You must think I’m such a child, acting the way I did, after we, um, oh, shit, I just don’t know how to say what we did last night.”

Walking up to me, putting her arms around me, she whispered in my ear, “what we did was making love. Or fucking. Or pure raw sex, and I know for a fact I enjoyed it so much, I truly hope we can do it again. Soon.”

“Even if I’m not sure I can reciprocate?”

“Yes, if I can teach you how to eat healthy and exercise, I know I can convince you that we can be happy together, whatever you decide to do. OK?”

Just then, the buzzing of my phone interrupted us. Taking it away from Sandra, I talked for a bit, and returned to the kitchen, but with a little smile on my face.

“Some good news, I hope.”

“Yes. OK, um, we’re invited to my folk’s house for dinner, tonight. They want to see my weight loss. And before you answer, my entire family will be there.”

“What’s to decide, I’ll be there, gladly.”

“No questions asked?” I said.

“None. If its your family, I’m in.”

I didn’t realize that I had tears in my eyes, but Sandra noticed and took me in her arms, holding me to her body.

“You feel like talking?”

“Only if you do my wild Irish rose.”

Smiling, and putting some clothes on, we sat in her livingroom. Close, with her holding both my hands.

“I hope you know that last night, you made me the happiest I’ve been in my entire life. Nobody has done those, um, sex things to me. Ever. I just need to accept the fact that you’re a girl, and to get over whatever is bothering me. OK?”

Instead of talking, she took my face in her hands and gave me the softest, most sensual kiss I’ve ever received. It nearly curled my toenails.

I returned her kiss with one of my own that I hoped she knew I meant business. While kissing her, my hands lifted her tank top off over her head. Still locked in our very hot kiss, I reached for one breast, lightly caressing her nipple.

Breaking our kiss, I lightly nibbled her ear lobe. Another kiss with a bit of tongue. Standing us both up, I started us both to her bedroom. As we were moving, I slid her thong down, and kicked it aside.

In front of her bed, I took her face in both hands, and very quietly whispered in her ear to have patience.

Climbing onto her bed, I took one entire breast into my mouth, running my tongue all around her solid nipple. I could hear her breathing heavier, so I figured I was on the right track.

Moving to her other breast, I repeated my action, before moving downward. Light kisses on her very tight tummy. Kisses on both open thighs. Eyeing my next target, I very cautiously touched my tongue to her very wet pussy lips. Upwards toward her clit. When my tongue touched her pearl, her whole body started shaking. I took her clit between my teeth and very lightly sucked on it.

Both her hands grabbed the back of my head, thrusting upwards and letting out a primal scream. She also rewarded me with some very salty sex juices. Taking a short breath, I continued my tongue downward and into her soaking wet sex. The more I licked, the more her hips thrusted upwards.

Feeling her body thrusting into my mouth, I slowly inserted one finger in her pussy. God that felt good. So good, I added a second finger. Moving them in and out while still sucking on her clit, I felt her entire body shaking.

Moving back up to her boobs, again, then back to kiss her, adding my tongue, while our pussys were touching. We both started thrusting into each others sex, with a fabulous feeling of sheer pleasure.

It was as if we were fucking each other. I was in seventh heaven. We both were panting as if we were doing our most rigorous workout. Wait a minute, we were enjoying our newest workout.

After both of us climaxing, we rolled onto our backs, catching our breath.

Sandra just stared into my eyes with this little, very sexy smile.

“If that’s what you can do on your very first try, I sincerely hope we can repeat that over and over again.”

“I think I might have over done it a bit.”

“Nonsense! Don’t ever say that.”

After a quick cleanup, again, we both sat on her bed, without any clothing.

“Are you a bit more comfortable sitting with me nude?” she asked me.

I just nodded. Even with what we had just done, I still was more than a bit apprehensive. Did I consider my self gay? Maybe. Did I still want a big hard cock in me? Again, maybe.

“Do you have any questions for me?”

“Only a couple a hundred, that I can think of.”

Laughing, we just moved into a very nice hug. The only thing close to being sexual was the fact our boobs were touching.

“Sandra, what will happen if I decide I’d like a cock inside me?”

“Oh, Red, if that’s what is bothering you, wait a minute.”

With that she jumped off the bed, started looking in a dresser drawer, then turned to me showing me a very life like artificial cock. It truly looked real, and was in this harness type of device.

I must have been staring with my mouth wide open. when she stepped into the harness. She then started walking over to me, taking this life like cock in her hand, and touched it to my open mouth.

Without thinking, I put one hand on it, and took about three inches of it in my mouth. Slowly moving my head back and forth, I was actually giving it a blow job.

For the uninformed, I had done this to a real cock only twice, and beside this one being much bigger, this one didn’t come attached to a jerk.

As I started taking a bit more in my mouth, Sandra put her hands behind my head, slowly guiding me. She then eased me onto my back, moving between my wide open thighs, easing this magnificent piece of ‘meat’ inside my aching cunt.

She then leaned over, kissing my eyes, nose and finally my mouth.

Oh my fucking goodness! I knew a little about strapons, but only in hearing some girls talking once.

Never did I think that I could enjoy such a marvelous feeling with my new girlfriend. At least I was hoping she would be my girlfriend.

She kept up a nice, slow pace for a few more minutes, when she moved me around, onto my knees. With my butt in the air, and taking my hips in both hands, she slid my new latex boyfriend inside me.

Fuck me, but that felt great. After a few minutes, she wetted a finger and slipped into my back door. I came immediately, begging for more. A second finger found its way into my behind. I could hardly think straight. Both openings were being pleasured at the same time.

After more than a few minutes, I was barely able to tell my lover I needed a break. Rolling off me, laying on our backs, with her strapon pointed obscenely toward the ceiling, I just couldn’t help but giggle.

“Do I take it you approve of my little friend?”

“If you call that thing little, you might want to reevaluate your vista, my dear.”

I rolled onto my side, and very seductively started rubbing her ‘cock’ up and down. Without breaking my motion, I rolled over on top of her, sliding my newest pal deep into my soaking wet sex.

This time my boobs were swaying right in front of Sandra’s eyes. I just couldn’t believe how much pleasure this piece of synthetic manhood was giving both of us. With each thrust into me, the base was rubbing against her sex, giving her a great amount of pleasure.

I just couldn’t believe how I was acting with this fantastic fucking I was getting. I guess I really was in dire need of this physical attention.

Taking another break, both to clean up, and because I was exhausted, we collapsed back in her bed. This time, I noticed our ‘friend’ was soaking in warm, soapy water.

“Are you feeling a little bit better, my love?”

“Yes, and I absolutely love hearing you say that.”

“OK, when’s dinner?”

“Can we talk a little?”

“Sure, what do you want to know?”

“Do you realize that I don’t even know your age. And, just so you know, I’ve sort of had a little crush on you all this time you’ve been helping me.”

“First off, age is only a number, and you’re only as old as you feel. I’ll be 37 in about six weeks.”

“OK, so you are officially a cougar!”

Laughing, we both got out of bed, and showered. Together, of course.

“Tell me about your family, so I’m not going in blind.”

“My oldest sister, Beverly, married to Thomas, with two little girls. Marcia is married to John with a little boy and a little girl. My parents, Dan and Erin, both are looking to retire soon. Other than that, not much to tell.”

“If they’re your family, I’m sure I’ll love them, too.”

Off we went so I could finally show my family the face of the person I’d been talking about all these weeks of exercising. I never told them anything more than I had a personal trainer. Never called her she, or he. Never mentioned her race. Maybe, just maybe neither of these things would bother any of them.

Walking up my folk’s front door, we both stopped, thinking of what we were about to do.

“Colleen, I think I’m falling in love with you,” she told me with a mile wide grin.

All we could hear were the sounds of my nieces and nephew running down the stairs to greet us. They all were hugging me, and grinning up at Sandra, not even noticing she was a she! I don’t think it hurt seeing her looking so much like themselves.

Trying to herd them all inside was quite a chore. When we were all inside, introductions were made, and Sandra looked at my older brother-in-law, and asked if he were the same Thomas Jackson who played football at Jefferson High in Portland. Looking at each other, she told us all she was a year or two behind him in school, but remembered him.

Off to a great start, my parents and sisters couldn’t get over my new self. Nearly 40 pounds lighter, and with a smile they hadn’t seen in a very long time. As we were setting our table, both my sisters took us both aside, and quietly told Sandra she might be the best thing to happen to me, ever, and don’t ever hurt their baby sister. Sandra guaranteed them both that I was the best thing to happen to her in years, too.

Dinner was one big conversation, with the four little ones asking about a thousand questions. At one point, I got up and went into the kitchen with tears in my eyes. Sandra was right behind me, holding me asking what was wrong.

“Absolutely nothing. This couldn’t be turning out better, if I had planned it, my love.”

Mom was right behind us, saying we didn’t want dinner to get cold. Before going back to the dinning room, she put her arms around my girl, whispering in her ear, thank you. Their smiles lit up the entire house.

After dinner conversation was about everything except us both being girls. It just didn’t seem to matter. To everyone there, our happiness was first and foremost.

Our love making when we got home was as sensual as we ever had. For nearly two hours we hugged, kissed, licked and, yes, had her strap on put to good use. We were lucky to have all day Sunday to recover.

Over the next few weeks, we just became closer. After several long discussions, I made the decision to move in with Sandra.

After three or four family dinners, we returned home, and I noticed how quiet Sandra was.

“Do you want to talk, my love?”

She just shook her head, no.

“Please don’t shut me out. I know something is bothering you.”

Taking two or three deep breaths, she was staring at the floor, “I really have been thinking, and, um, oh shit, I’ll just say it. What do you think about us having a baby?”

I just stared, open mouthed, watching Sandra start crying.

“Oh, baby don’t cry, please don’t cry.”

“Its just that I can’t have children, Colleen, and, and, um, I want us to be parents, some day.”

“Well, I can, and if thats what we want, I think we should start looking into some of the ways to make that happen.”

By the time we finished talking, we both were sobbing in each others arms.

When we finally stopped our tears, and cleaned ourselves up, we just looked into each others eyes, silently.

“What do you think about asking my brothers-in-law to be sperm donors?”

“Can you just see either of them jerking off in a jar?”

This caused both of us to break into raucous laughter, ending up in each others arms.

“Before we make fools of ourselves, we best be very certain that’s what we both want.”

“I know it’s what I want, but you’re the one who will have the burden of carrying our baby.”

We knew when they would be home the next afternoon, so we went over to Thomas and Bev’s house, knowing John and Marcia would be there, too.

When we walked in, with both of us having very serious looks on our faces, they all looked at us, and in unison, said, “yes to whatever you’re going to ask us.”

Both my sisters grabbed each one of us, saying they had been talking about one or both of their husbands being sperm donors, thinking that some day we might want to be parents.

We spent the next several hours talking about what our next step would be. I was due my yearly OB/Gyn exam, so I’d get that done, to make sure I was ready. Did we want both the guys to donate samples? We let them decide.

Getting back home we both were way too excited to sleep, so we just sat up in bed talking. One of the many topics we discussed was would we want more than one child. And, if so, we needed something bigger than our two bedroom townhouse.

After a fitful night’s sleep, we started just looking into larger houses, or townhouses. We decided not to bother the boys, giving them some time to figure out who would be our donor.

Within three weeks, not only did we look at a few homes that filled our needs, my sisters both called me, telling us that both the boys were giving samples that my Doctor would check for viability.

“Jesus, Sandra, this is really happening, isn’t it?”

Just over two weeks later, I was at my Doctor’s office, undergoing our first attempt at making a baby. With Sandra right by my side, the process wasn’t very sexy, but we both hoped for our desired result.

After missing one period, I was warned about getting my hopes up too high. With my second missed period, both of us couldn’t wait to get me to the Doctor.

It took my Doc less than 30 seconds to tell us we were going to have a little girl, but also told us she wasn’t going to tell us which sample she used. We didn’t really care. We were having a baby!

We knew we wanted to be settled in whichever house we found in time to set it up just how we wanted, with a pink nursery.

Luckily, we found one just under a mile from our townhouse. Right size. Our price range. Even with enough space for my home office.

We were quite a hit taking a parenting class. With my wife, yes we got married, teaching me how to eat for two, and keeping healthy, I wasn’t exactly the size of the whale, that I had envisioned.

Just so everyone knows, we weren’t the only same sex couple in this class.

All through my pregnancy, my entire family made me feel so very special. Almost every evening, my wife would give me the absolute best foot rubs. Sometimes, one of her hands made its way up my leg, with a finger, or two massaging my clit. Damn, that felt so very good.

When we weren’t having sex, we did actually start thinking of names. After tossing around more than a few names, we just loved the name Emily Renee. And, yes, her last name would be Boyle-Hall.

I guess I was fairly lucky. Both with my personal trainer/wife keeping me healthy, and our daughter behaving, most of the time. Both my sisters plus my mother gave me very valuable information that I welcomed.

When it was time to meet our daughter, I was more than ready to have this little darling off my bladder. We both couldn’t wait to meet her.

After nearly three long hours of labor, with Sandra right there with me, Emily Renee made her debut. 7 lbs 2 oz, 19 inches long. We looked at each other while she was being cleaned up and said, at the same time, she’s a spitting image of Thomas’s two girls.

No matter who’s sperm was used, we were both so excited at motherhood, we didn’t care. Just having Emily laying on my chest staring up at me had me in tears. With Sandra having her finger being held by a tiny hand, had us both in tears.

Getting settled in a room for a short overnight stay, I wondered if my wife would leave our side. When a nurse’s helper brought in a blanket and pillow, she took up her watchful position on the window seat.

We were all surprised to get a bit of sleep, waking whenever Emily made a noise.

Getting us settled at home, I did have to tell my wife she didn’t have to jump up at every noise. We did get our routine going, with Sandra getting the thrill of feeding our daughter, using a bottle, filled with my milk.

It took me nearly two weeks to get her back to work. At first, she would only work half days. But I convinced her I had everything covered.

Each night we just couldn’t get enough of our cuddling. Just holding each other as close as possible kept our unbridled love as hot as ever.

At the nine or ten week mark, we got out a smaller strapon and very slowly, gave each other as sexy a fucking as possible.

Laying in bed after a late night feeding, Sandra looked at me, and I knew immediately what she was going to ask.

“Yes, even before you ask,” I blurted out.

“Yes, what, smarty pants?”

“Yes, I think I want to do this baby thing again.”

It took a few days to arrange another session with my Doctor, using another sample that had been kept on ice since the first time.

Again, we weren’t told with donor’s sample was being used. We just didn’t care.

After six weeks, I just felt pregnant. This time, though, something felt different. Visiting my Doctor after another three weeks had passed, did we learn what was different!

Yes, I was pregnant. This time? Twins. Oh my fucking goodness. In just under seven more months, we’d have a 14 month old and two newborns. Oh, yes, we were having another daughter and a son. What could be more perfect? A family we both decided that was more than we ever could have dreamt of.

All we had to do was wait another seven months, or so. With Emily growing up so quickly, we were looking forward to our two newborns. We both realized that motherhood suited both of us, perfectly.

Just after I started my ninth month, both Edward and Gillian decided they wanted to meet their mommies.

We picked her grandpas name and my grandmas name for our twins.

Gillian was first to escape her confines, followed two minutes later by her little brother, Edward. Both were nearly identical in coloring, with a minimum of hair. We couldn’t wait to hold our treasures, after listening to their cries getting cleaned up, weighed and measured.

My entire family was waiting for us in the room I was going to spend a day or two in. I was followed by two identical incubators with the cutest two babies in the entire hospital.

My mother-in-law made the comment, if they were coming two at a time, we should think about stopping. Each member of my family had a good laugh at that.

We weren’t going to tell anyone that decision was already etched in stone.

After the entire family left us alone, with my mother taking Emily for the night, I was taking care of the twins, one at a time, having Sandra putting them back in their little enclosed beds for the night.

Sitting in the window seat, I could hear her very softly crying.

“Come over here, please,” I begged.

Sitting on the corner or my bed, laying her head in my lap, I held her hands in mine.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“That’s the thing, Colleen, absolutely nothing is wrong. I’m just wondering how I got so lucky finding you and your amazing family.”

After just staring at each other a little longer, we both decided to try and get some rest.

Staying one extra day in the hospital, with Emily visiting and grinning at her new sister and brother, she looked at everyone grinning. Our entire family was doing a lot of grinning, lately, and would be for quite some time.

Getting all of us settled at home, took some doing, but with my family, plus Sandra’s mom helping out, we did actually find some time to sleep.

As Emily was walking all over the place and taking a mile a minute, we worked very hard getting into a routine. Over the ensuing six or seven weeks, we made time for everyone, except ourselves.

Sitting in our livingroom, with Emily on my lap, and the twins napping, I heard Sandra coming inside, from the garage. I could see how tired she looked, but she still grinned and spun our daughter around like she did most every evening.

“Come sit with me, please,” I asked.

“Is there a problem?” she answered.

“Yes. We need a night to ourselves.”

“Have you figured out how we can do that?”

Taking her in my arms, watching Emily playing with a new toy, I told her what I had planned.

“I’ve been talking to our families, and everyone has agreed. This coming Saturday evening, we’re going out to dinner at the same restaurant you took me to for our first non-date. Your mom will watch Emily and keep her overnight. And both my sisters will watch the twins, here.”

“Wow, you’ve been busy, haven’t you?”

“Sandra, we need some alone time, together, so we don’t fall into a rut and take each other for granted.”

“If we play our cards right, we just might get lucky, too,” she said with a huge grin.

After giving each other as sexy a kiss as we had given in the last several weeks, we sat down for our dinner, talking about how to get back into our ‘me time’ routine.

Yes, our three kids were first and foremost in importance, but we had to make time for the two of us. If we didn’t do just that, there might not be the two of us, and neither of us could live without each other.

Saturday evening, Emily went off with grandma Susan for her second night away from us. My sisters came over, and actually did the diaper changes and played with the twins a bit, before Sandra and I left for another non-date.

After a fabulous dinner, we talked about everything important in our lives, especially our three miracle gifts. Getting back home, both my sisters looked wiped out.

They both told us they didn’t know how we did it, taking care of the two of them, 24/7.

“Do we take it neither of you two aren’t ready for your third child?” I asked.

Both of them answered with a resounding ‘Hell no!’

Getting settled in bed, later, we both just looked at each other, holding our faces in our hands, and started kissing as sensually as possible. I felt Sandra’s hands very softly rubbing my nipples, with her head moving down my body. When her tongue ran up and down my sex, I just started moaning.

Taking off our nightshirts, we very slowly, moved onto our sides, kissing each other’s soaking wet pussies. When she put two fingers into my slit, and another two into my backside, I had to bite on my wrist to keep from screaming.

For the next nearly forty-five minutes we gave each other several mind blowing orgasms. We didn’t use our strapons because we both would have been way too noisy. We both knew by working back up with just fingers and mouths, we’d return to the toys, soon enough.

We were just finishing breakfast, when Emily returned telling anyone within earshot that grandma’s nose made funny noises when she slept.

Susan did tell us that Emily was frightened by herself, but after putting a soft blanket on the floor next to her bed, Emily fell asleep for the entire night. She also told us she actually remembered how to change a diaper.

We couldn’t wait to hear more about our big girl’s latest sleepover. We also knew this wouldn’t be her last.

Getting back into our loving relationship, didn’t take too much more time, and we soon returned to using our strapons on each other.

Yes, we were interrupted a few times with babies crying, but that’s not unusual with three little ones.

Yes, too, we lived in a neighborhood that fully accepted us with our most unique family. With Emily growing by leaps and bounds, and the twins flourishing, we had the best of all worlds.