Monica, Simon and Katie

Part 2

Monica and Simon feel out Katie

After our little talk I had a better feel for the situation. I felt more sure of the ground under Katie and me. Less adrift on a confused sea. But what now?

“What now?” I said to Simon that night as we lay in bed before turning out the lights. “After our little tittie play yesterday, where do we go from here? She is here to take care of little Teddy after all. Servicing the child’s mother is not normally in a nanny’s job description.”

We chuckled.

He said, “Nor is getting one’s nipples kissed by one’s employer a normal fringe benefit for a nanny.”

With tongue in cheek, I pointed out, “Of course any employment relationship is expected to be mutually beneficial to both parties.”

“Of course,” he laughed. “So we’ve come back around to ‘nanny with benefits’.”

“I guess so,” I replied.

We were quiet for a while as we each acknowledged that there was a certain gravity to the situation.

“I did have one thought,” I said. “Yesterday, I gave her a signal by not wearing a bra. She could have ignored the signal and nothing would have happened. There might have been some unresolved tension in the air but we wouldn’t have transgressed. Well, not only did we transgress but we’ve cleared the tension as well. Pretty good progress if I do say so myself!”

I grinned at Simon and he nodded as if he had to admit that was true.

“Anyway, my point is, I could propose that Katie and I would each be permitted to give a signal like that and we would each be permitted to respond or ignore the signal for whatever reason of our own. Like I’m too busy with work or she’s preoccupied with family stuff, or whatever.”

“Sounds like it could work,” he said. “All you can do is ask her what she thinks.”

“All right, I’ll try it,” I said feeling some relief at having a plan.

He said, “Just give me a little advance notice if you are going to clean out the bank accounts and take Katie off to Tahiti leaving Teddy and me to cry ourselves to sleep every night.”

“Never happen!” I said. I climbed on top of Simon and let my nipples dangle in his chest hair as I looked him in the eyes. “Never!”

I was putting away some breakfast dishes when Katie arrived. Just hearing the door open, I got a little thrill. I thought, Wow, what’s become of me?

“Good morning,” she announced as she put her stuff down on the counter. She poked Teddy in the belly. He giggled and wriggled around in his highchair.

I turned to her and we smiled at each other. She was still adorable. She was wearing a yellow cardigan sweater over a blue print sun dress. Not too short or tight or transparent. Black high-top sneakers said, “I’m young and hip”. The blue streak in her dark hair complemented the dress. Adorable.

I was quite a contrast in khaki slacks and a button-down shirt. Very business-like.

She was holding a small sprig of purple flowers and went to the cupboard for a little glass.

“They’re stolen, I’m afraid, but I just couldn’t resist,” she said as she put them on the kitchen table.

“Well that was very sweet of you,” I responded.

As I carried a mug of tea out of the kitchen toward my office, I said, “Come and see me when there’s a break in the action.”

While composing an email a few hours later, I heard, “Monica?” from behind me. “You wanted to see me?” she said tentatively.

“Katie, have a seat,” I said rotating in my chair to face her. “How’s the boy today?”

“Lively as ever. Though, he’s napping at the moment.”

“Good,” I said, “I wanted to suggest an idea I had…”

We agreed that Tuesday was the likely opportunity for any fooling around. I decided to send a little signal on Monday. Most days, we both used the ‘front’ bathroom off the hall between the kitchen and my office. I found the skimpiest thong I had in the drawer, white as it happened, and folded it neatly and laid it on the counter right next to the sink. I would consider that a signal.

Katie finished her shift normally and I didn’t sense any response to my gesture till after she left. I went into the bathroom and the thong was gone. It it’s place, neatly folded was a pair of sky-blue boy short panties cut quite low. I got a little thrill and smiled. I looked at myself in the mirror as if to ask, “Are you really going to go down this road?” In answer, I picked up the little blue garment and brought it to my nose. I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly. A mixture of very faint perfume and girl-scent.

Thinking it through a little, I imagined her wearing the thong. I immediately shed my shorts and panties and slipped on the boy shorts. They hugged my hips, my buns, my pussy like a glove. Ooh! I put my shorts back on and spent the rest of the day wearing a little secret. I also spent some time clearing my schedule for the next morning and thinking about what I might wear.

That night, I didn’t mention any of this to Simon. But, as we were getting ready for bed, he said,

“I don’t remember ever seeing you in panties like that before.”

“They’re not mine.” I couldn’t conceal an excited grin.

Comprehension dawned and he said, “A signal?”

“I’d say so.”

He took me in his arms, reached down and squeezed my blue-clad butt cheeks, one in each hand.

He said, “Well, you have a good day tomorrow.”

I kissed him and said, “You’re a prince and I will.”

In the morning, I showered and shaved taking extra care to do a proper job. I put some expensive body lotion all over for softness. Just a bare minimum of makeup to highlight my eyes. My dirty blond hair is so short I had little option for anything but dry it, comb it and let the curls fall where they may.

I decided on the same outfit I wore for Simon a week or two ago: the clingy, satiny white tee shirt with no bra. (I was counting on Katie to hand Teddy off to Amy’s mom, Callie. My top would have definitely raised some eyebrows if not outright comments.) I went with the same little red tennis skirt and sandals. And of course, those slightly used little blue panties hugging me underneath.

Simon was already out the door by the time I turned my attention to Teddy and his breakfast. Not long after that, Katie clattered through the door.

“Good morning everybody!” she said to Teddy and me.

She closed the door, put her stuff on the counter and turned to me. We stood smiling for a long moment as we took each other in. She was wearing a yellow cotton cardigan sweater over a denim dress. The dress might be called a swing dress. It had no defined waistline. There was some embroidery at the bodice. The thing was, it was very short! It showed plenty of her tan, firm thighs. She was wearing cork wedge sandals with canvas straps. They had quite a heel to them and made me admire her legs in a new light. She was quite a bit shorter than me but the shoes made us a little more even. Another surprise was her bright red lipstick. She was like a magazine ad for youthful appeal!

“Well, you’re looking quite tasty today, Katie,” I said pointedly.

“Well, I could say the same for you, Monica,” she replied with similar emphasis as she reached out and fingered the hem of my skirt.

“Hot babes in the house!” I said as I made my exit to my office. It was a struggle to do anything meaningful for the next hour as I sizzled with anticipation without knowing for what, exactly.

At last, I heard a knock on the door frame. I turned in my chair.

“Hand-off successful,” Katie announced with a twinkle in her eye.

“You’re quite the choreographer, aren’t you,” I said, hoping for a twinkle in my own eye.

“Whatever I can do to contribute to a smooth-running household…”

She was still for a moment then reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it up to show me that she was wearing my thong. I nodded. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and tugged them down. She had to work a little bit to get them off over her shoes. She then stood and folded the little garment carefully and held it out to me with both hands.

“Thanks for the loan of the undies,” she said. “And thanks for the gesture.”

Still sitting in the chair, I lifted the front of my little skirt to show that I had on her blue ones.

“Thank you for the trade,” I said. “…and the gesture.”

I stood and slid the little shorts down my legs and off. I folded them as she had and presented them to her.

“Sorry, I didn’t get to wash them. And, they may be a little damp for some reason,” I said, smiling.

“All the better,” she said and surprised me by holding them up and draping them across her face inhaling. She surprised me again. She was holding them by the sides with the crotch hanging down. She stuck out her tongue and captured the crotch and brought it to her lips. She sucked the bottom of the panties into her mouth and got a dreamy look.

“Mmm.” She removed the shorts from her face and said, “Monica, I have to tell you that ever since our little boob-worship session last week, you have been on my mind. And when you suggested our signal system, I was thrilled that you might feel the same.”

I opened my arms and she almost jumped into them. She turned her eager young face up to me and I leaned down and we kissed. This time we really kissed. Passionately. With heart-felt heat. Like reality was slipping away.

Her lips were soft and I savored the feel of her lipstick. We communicated somehow with little twitches of our lips. It wasn’t long however before our tongues started getting in on the action. Tentatively probing each other’s lips, curling just inside. Then running around our teeth, nibbling a little. Then opening our teeth to let our tongues wrestle deep in the other’s mouth. And sucking.

As things went along, our tongues gradually eased their intensity and withdrew. We tugged each other’s lips with our teeth a little bit and then receded to just smooching sweetly, lips to lips.

I opened my eyes and she did too. Still holding each other with our arms, we leaned away a little and smiled at each other.

“Uh, Monica,” Katie said, “that lipstick color could work for you with a little more accurate application.”

“What?” I asked. She took my hand and led me the few steps to the bathroom. Side by side, we looked in the mirror and laughed. Our mouths looked like they had bright red clown makeup around them.

“If we’re going to take ourselves at all seriously maybe we should clean this off,” I said.

With our lips now a more natural tone, I again took her hand and led her to the living room. We sat side by side on the couch, still holding hands.

To fill a slightly awkward silence, I took our clasped hands and moved them to the top of her thigh and said, “You have such lovely skin tone, Katie. Do you spend a lot of time tanning?”

Here, she straightened her legs out in front of her. It was a luscious sight with her short skirt, cute shoes and toned shapely legs.

“Not too much,” she said, “Just to even it out sometimes. Mostly it’s hereditary. Don’t you find me a little swarthy, though? I could go for a little peaches and cream like you.”

She withdrew her hand from mine and placed it on my thigh as if feeling my skin color.

I straightened my legs too and said, “Ya know, I can barely get a tan at all. I have to be careful not to burn and then whatever tan I wind up with fades fast. And skin damage is always…”

At this, she rolled toward me and started moving her hand up and down my thigh, nudging the hem of my skirt a little higher with each stroke.

“Well, I agree with the French: ‘Vive la difference’,” she said.

“I guess you’re a French scholar if your kissing is any indication.”

We giggled.

“Practice makes perfect,” she said and we kissed some more. And a little more.

But this time, her hand was wandering around my body. It left my thigh and moved to my belly. Then it was sliding around my ribs on the satiny material of my tee shirt. Then as I expected — and hoped — it found my breast. She kneaded and massaged and squeezed as our tongues caressed each other. The sensations of both were heavenly.

She stopped for a moment and said, “In the interest of protecting your couch, I’m going to lose the shoes.”

As she was unstrapping her ankles, I said, “Maybe, in the interest of protecting one of my favorite tops, I’m going to lose this tee shirt.”

“Oh, goody!” she replied.

With me in just the little red skirt and Katie still in her short but voluminous dress, she kneeled on the couch next to me which put her head a little above mine for a change. I leaned my head back against the cushion and she started kissing me again. Slower exploring kisses this time.

I took her free hand and guided it to my breast. I held it there while she caressed my boob. I was starting on another out-of-body experience, a trip to Extasy.

Her mouth started moving from my mouth to my chin, my cheek, my ear. She spent some time at my neck which she somehow knew I loved. She moved to my collar bone a little way toward my shoulder and paused for a long moment sucking. I realized I was getting a hickey but I didn’t care. I liked it, in fact. I hadn’t had one in years.

She sat up and said, “We’ll see what Simon says about that.”

“Yes, we will,” I said with intent.

Then, she nudged my knees apart and straddled my leg still kneeling on the couch. She pushed her knee up into my crotch, bunching up the skirt. Then she lowered herself so that, under her dress, her pussy was sitting right on my thigh. She slid herself back and forth just a little but I could tell she was wet and slippery.

Now, both her hands were fondling my boobs.

“Oh, baby!” I said to no one in particular.

My hands were resting at her hips. Then I drew them down to the tops of her thighs and soon to the hem of her little dress. I slid them back up toward her hips but this time under the dress. My fingers got to the crease at the top of her thighs and I ran them side to side, out toward her hips and back toward her sweet sex. Then, I lifted my hands up her sides along with her dress. She got the message and quickly gripped the fabric and stripped it up over her head.

Still straddling my thigh, she settled her bottom back down sitting up straight for a moment as we gazed at each other. I had already seen her top half, her sweet little tits and dark nipples with their prominent buds. They still looked fantastic but the effect with her narrow waist, trim belly and voluptuous hips was even more stunning.

“Oh, baby!” I said again, this time to Katie. The fact that her eyes were a little too close together and her nose had a funny sort of shape to the end just contributed to an exotic appeal as I took in her image. “You are beautiful.”

“Oh, Monica, you’re just saying that to slip through my resistance.”

We laughed.

“What resistance?” I said, putting my arms around her and pulling her in for a kiss.

Pretty soon, I was slobbering all over her chest, massaging with my hands and kissing, sucking and nibbling her boobs. She leaned forward supporting herself with her hands on the couch back. In this position, her boobs actually hung a bit.

I let my hands run down her sides and around the back to rest on her hips. I had to lean forward a little to reach down and grab her butt cheeks which were quite ample for a small girl. But my reach wasn’t really enough.

She and I realized at the same moment that we needed a change of position and she backed off my knee and stood before me.

At this point, I wasn’t too embarrassed to gawk and she wasn’t too embarrassed to let me. I saw she kept her pussy hairless like mine. Her skin was remarkably smooth down there. She stood before me with her legs slightly apart and with some backlight, I could see her labia hung down a little. I was eager to explore.

But she took my hands and helped me to my feet.

“I could go for some water,” she said.

“I’ll get it,” I answered.

I could feel her watching me move across the living room in just my skirt. I returned with the bottle of water and handed it to Katie. She drank and handed it to me. As I was drinking, she went to work unfastening my skirt. It dropped to the floor. Setting the water bottle down, I kicked the skirt away.

This time she sat on the couch and examined my pussy. Out of fairness, I didn’t flinch and stood before her with my legs slightly apart.

“May I?” she asked, placing her hand on the inside of my thigh just above the knee.

“Please!” I answered, feeling ready for whatever I was agreeing to.

She nudged my legs a little further apart then her hand crept upward, gently stroking my inner thigh. This had the effect on me of a fresh breeze on burning embers. She reached with her other hand to grab the outside of the same thigh. Running both hands up and down languidly she gradually got closer to my center which by now was certainly quite wet. With her inside hand tucked up at the top of my thigh, her outside hand continued up and around back to sample my butt cheek.

I was still standing before her, between her knees with my shins up against the couch front. She kneaded and massaged my ass and kind of took a handful and pulled it to the side. This let some fresh air into my crack that was a little thrilling too. Then she reversed her hands and moved to the other leg. After a brief trip up and down that thigh, she reached around the back again and tugged my other cheek open.

At this, she took my hips and guided me to turn to face away from her. Again, she massaged and fondled my butt and tugged my cheeks apart. Then she put her hands around to my front again and pulled my ass toward her and rested her face against it.

“Oh, Monica,” she said, “of all your stunning parts, this may be my favorite.”

With that, she took a mouthful of my butt and kissed and licked to show her appreciation. I was flattered.

While she nuzzled around on my butt, a hand went back to the top of the inside of my thigh. She started probing around my pussy with various fingers. To help matters along, I bent at the waist and supported myself with my arms on the edge of the coffee table. I may have moved my feet a little further apart too.

“Monica, you are wet!” she said. She was sliding her hand all around down there, side to side, up and down, pushing my lips and folds this way and that. Occasionally I got a little jolt in the clit. I finally felt a tentative finger slip inside me. Then maybe two.

“Don’t move,” she said.

At this point she got up from where she was sitting and stood beside me. With one hand still at my pussy she reached under me and grabbed a tit with the other. Leaning over like I was, they were at their fullest.

“I can’t resist these,” she said kneading and fondling again. I was loving the connection between my nipple and my pussy.

Now she had a thumb in my pussy and was rocking it in and out while targeting my clit with the edge of her index finger. My legs were starting to tremble. I guess I was closer to a climax than I would have thought possible.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed.

I started rocking my hips forward and back in rhythm with her hand. Both her hand and my hips accelerated gradually. Even as my toes were gripping the carpet, my knees were getting weak. Now, I was panting and grunting little squeaks with each stroke.

At last, I came with a cry. With perfect timing, Katie really latched onto my boob with a crushing grip. My lower half was spasming as the orgasm ripped up and down and through me. Somehow, my arms managed to keep me from collapsing.

Katie let go of my boob and stood beside me as the trembling in my legs subsided. She gently and lightly traced fingers around my pussy.

“You are really wet,” she said. With that, she sort of dragged her fingers up and across my asshole, spreading my juice along the way. She kept just spreading juice all around my bottom till I dried out some.

I finally, straightened up, slowly and shakily. I turned toward her, took her in my arms, and said, “My God, Katie…”

We stood there in an embrace for a long, peaceful time. As my consciousness returned, I contemplated what a treasure I was holding in my arms. I became curious to know what she was like when having an orgasm. I nuzzled my nose in her hair loving the clean fragrance.

“Thirsty?” I asked quietly into her ear.

She got the message and we separated, found the water bottle and I went to sit back down on the couch.

“Wait! What about the upholstery?” she said.

“Oh, good point. Wait here.”

I came back with a big old blanket and went to cover the couch.

“No,” she said, “Let’s do this.”

She took one end of the blanket and we spread it on the floor in the middle of the living room. Then she laid down on her back, more or less spread eagle, and said,

“Come down here.”

How could I resist. I dropped to my knees and then forward to all fours. I crawled up forward until I was over her with one of my knees nestled against her pussy. She spread her thighs a little more to welcome my knee.

Supported by my arms, I hung my head over hers and we looked into each other’s eyes with mischief and anticipation in the look. She reached up and took a hanging boob in each hand.

“I still love these things,” she said, massaging and toying with my tits.

“You may ‘love’ them all you want,” I said.

She reached up with her mouth and I helped by bending my elbows and lowering till my nipples were within reach. She kissed and sucked and nibbled gently. She had both hands at my breast, holding it firmly while she licked my nipple. Though sated after our last bout, I felt little thrills start to shoot through me again as my buds stood up to her attentions.

I thought Katie should have some of this and so I backed up enough that I could bend down and kiss her sweet tits. Her buds, it seems, were always standing up. Amazing. But using my tongue and teeth, I managed to make them a little firmer, springier. I liked feeling that I was doing some good.

She reached her arms up and put her hands behind her head. With her eyes closed and a vague smile, she looked like she was headed off to dreamland.

“Mmmmm,” she murmured as I continued smooching her nipples.

At some point, it occurred to me to start feeling around her compact, curvy little body with a free hand. From her chest down to her flat, firm tummy.

“Ah, youth,” I thought to myself.

My hand moved around to her side. Running between her ribcage and her hip, her waist seemed unbelievably small. Then feeling down to her hip and around to her lush behind, she was a compact package of small but ample.

I moved my hand back around to the front and rested it for a moment on her hip bone. Then I slid it down to the top of her thigh enjoying its firmness.

Still straddling her leg, I sat back up on my haunches, my pussy just grazing her knee. She lay before me, hands still behind her head, her dark hair arrayed like a halo. The blue streak adding a touch of the exotic, of whimsy. She looked completely relaxed, comfortable in her skin and very trusting of me.

“Katie, you are so curvy!” I said.

“Even with my flat little titty bumps?” she responded still with closed eyes.

“Absolutely!” I replied.

I reached down and ran a hand down each side, from her waist to her thigh, to emphasize my comment. But from there, I moved my hand to the inside of her thighs and then more slowly back up to where leg became pussy. She responded by moving her free leg a little wider open.

Now, I concentrated on her pussy. I just dragged my fingers around, feeling her tender parts, running along folds and creases with a very gentle touch, like a blind person would read someone’s face. Probing a little deeper, I marveled at her prominent labia. I felt them between my thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing and tugging. I ran a finger down toward her butt and things became very wet and slippery. I ran the finger back up but this time nuzzled it inside her lips and it was very wet and slippery there too.

I climbed off her leg, pushed it wider and knelt in the space between her legs. She groaned a little and helped by raising her knees. With her feet flat on the floor she swung her knees wide, offering herself to me.

“Oh, Katie,” I said as I looked at the treasure before me.

“Oh, Monica,” she replied, head still resting on her hands, eyes still closed, somehow willing me to continue.

I continued poking at her pussy with my fingers, little by little getting a little more intimate with her clit and pushing into her too. At the same time, starting at her knee, I began kissing the inside of her thigh. I worked my way down toward where my hand was busy, first on one thigh then the other.

At last, my mouth and my hands were trying to occupy the same space at her wet slippery folds. My hands then moved out of the way and my mouth took over.

I couldn’t help but comment, “It’s been a long time…”

As if in answer, Katie lifted her feet from the floor and pulled her knees back giving me complete permission and access to her treasure.

“Oh, Monica,” She said again.

So now, collapsed down on my knees and with a hand on either thigh, I started kissing all around her plump pussy mound. I let my saliva mix with her juices and everything was wet. There was an earthy smell and flavor that was somehow exciting to me.

“Unhuh, unhuh,” She moaned which I took as encouragement.

I sucked her lush lips into my mouth and rubbed them with my tongue, moving up one side to her clit then down the other. After a moment I settled more on her clit using my tongue gently and slowly.

“Unhuh, Unhuh!” she said a little more emphatically.

At that, I worked the middle two fingers of my right hand right into her warm depth still with my tongue attending to her now prominent pleasure button. As it happened, this put my thumb resting against her wet little asshole. So, I massaged that a little while it was there.

“Oooooh,” she responded and I felt a shiver run through her.

We gradually established a rhythm with my tongue, my fingers and her bottom gyrating slightly. This was working for Katie I could tell. Little squeaks were coming from her, punctuating our progress.

Soon, the squeaks were whimpers, then cries as the pace picked up. It wasn’t much longer before her rocking bottom became almost violent and her cries became a long squeal.

“Ayeeeeee!”

Her thighs closed, gently clutching my head between them. I eased off from my attentions and felt her legs shudder as the orgasm rippled through her.

The shuddering subsided. I was suffocating some, tucked in there that way so I pushed one thigh open and rolled my head to the side to lay on it like a pillow. Gazing at her plump, just-fucked pussy, I moved my hand to it and very gently massaged and petted and soothed it. I could feel her body relax and settle in the afterglow.

“Oh, Monica,” she said dreamily.

“Oh, Katie,” I replied more pointedly.

I got up on my hands and knees and crawled up next to her. She rolled on her side and I could see she could easily drift off to sleep. I would have liked nothing better than to pull up the covers and snuggle in next to her. But reality was starting to intrude.

We had really cut ourselves off: neither of us had on a watch, her phone was in the kitchen, mine in the office and no clock in the living room.

I kissed her cheek and said, “No sleeping on the job”

“Mmmm,” she responded.

I got up, padded naked past the kitchen and saw it was twenty to twelve. Where had the time gone? I continued to my office and checked my cell. Holy Crap! I rushed back to the living room.

“Katie! Wake up! Listen to this: ‘Monica, Amy was being a pill this morning. Teething. (sad face emoji) So I’m bringing Teddy back a little early today. Hope that’s ok.’

“They could be here any minute.”

I loaded up my arms with the blanket, clothes and sandals. I made my escape as Katie’s dress was dropping over her head. The doorbell rang just as I closed my bedroom door. Whew!

I was working out a sensible wardrobe change when I wondered about our panties. Where had we left them? I couldn’t exactly remember. In my office or the bathroom, I think. Well, Callie wouldn’t have occasion to go there, I hoped. In any case, Katie would be bare-assed under that short little dress.

“Close call, huh,” Simon said after I recounted our abrupt scene change. Teddy was in bed and we were at the dinner table and I was eager as a schoolgirl to tell him about my big day. I had given him a rundown. Well, not every detail but the broad strokes.

“So, how was your afternoon?” he asked, tongue in cheek.

I stage acted a blank look.

“I…don’t remember,” I said with a smirk.

A pause.

Then I asked tentatively, “But what do you think? Or rather, how do you feel about all this?”

“I have to say,” he began, “the thought of two hot, sexy young women rolling around on my living room floor gets my heart thumping. I’m glad you had a good time but I do feel like I’m missing out. Like the kid who didn’t get picked to play in the game.”

“Well, I’m feeling a little nympho and I’m sure willing to try to make it up to you.”

Here, I poked my tongue out and licked my lips suggestively.

He smiled and said, “I’ll take you up on that. Willingly. Eagerly.”

We ate quietly for a moment.

Simon broke the silence.

“What do you think Katie would think if there were a hairy, sweaty guy with a medium size penis rolling around on the floor too?”

“Well, first I’d have to ask myself what would I think?”

“Alright, what would you think?”

I gazed into the distance and said, “Hmmm. Could be interesting.”

“Good. And Katie?”

“I really don’t know. We’ll have to table this question. But I suggest you don’t let your imagination run too wild. You may still not make the team.”

“Oh, OK,” he said like a disappointed child. “I’ll just have to be satisfied with rolling around with one hot, sexy young woman.”

“That’s a good boy,” I said with a grin.

When Katie came in the next morning, we took a look at each other and laughed. We were both wearing sweatshirts, sweatpants and tennis shoes. No short skirts, no red lipstick. We had apparently made an unspoken agreement. Later in the morning, we spoke about it. We agreed that any fooling around would be when we were assured of privacy. Even from Teddy. Especially from Teddy. I didn’t want to give him images his therapist would analyze twenty years from now.

I texted Callie thanking her for the heads-up yesterday about the schedule change. I encouraged her to use that method in the future too. Just to make sure Katie was here and not out running errands or something.

But Tuesday mornings were special. Not wanting to take anything for granted, we kept my signal system in force. But the signals were more direct.

‘Wanna fool around tomorrow?’

‘Sure. You?’

‘You bet.’

‘OK. I’ll be here.’

‘Can’t wait!’

And with that, I was a practicing bisexual.

I did pay special attention to Simon. I didn’t want him feeling short-changed. As a result, I was having more sex than usual. It made me feel sexy.

Simon and I had a couple of other kids nearby that would babysit when we went out for the afternoon or evening, to a party or whatever. And sometimes Teddy would stay at Simon’s mom’s place overnight. We had the place to ourselves. Whoo-hoo!

So, for several weeks, things went along swimmingly. But Simon still, occasionally and obliquely, mentioned the idea of joining Katie and me.

Like, he’d say, “Maybe I could bring you guys tea when there was a break in the action. You know, like the room service guy”

Or, “I don’t, know. Two women alone in a house with no big strong man to protect them. Sounds kind of risky.”

I’d slap his shoulder, laugh it off and say, “Get real.”

But it did make me think….

We had been playing with dildoes. Katie and I were pretty tuckered out, laying side by side naked, with our eyes closed. We were on the bed, sweat cooling our skin. I turned toward her, kissed her cheek and ran my hand down her body from her collar bone, bounced my fingers over her nipple, gently rubbed her tummy, dragged my thumb right down the middle of her pussy and ran my hand down her lovely leg.

I grabbed the sheet and pulled it up over us and we nestled together.

“You know, Katie, I am a married woman. Are you ok with that?”

Her eyes popped open.

“Of course.”

She looked at me like she didn’t understand the question.

“Well, we’ve become quite close lately.” Here I put my hand over her breast as if to punctuate the statement.

“But to Simon, you are something of a mystery. ‘Apparition’ might be the word. We haven’t talked about this but I think he would like to get to know you a little.”

“I only met him that one time way back when I first talked to you guys about the job but he seemed nice. I’d actually like to get to know him a little better too.”

“Oh, he is nice. What would you think if we had lunch or something on the weekend, the three of us?”

“Why, Monica, that sounds rather pleasant,” she answered with a guileless smile.

“It does, doesn’t it,” I said, and clasped her to me and kissed her ear.

“There she is.”

I had spotted Katie walking toward us across the expanse of paving in the arts center plaza. It was noon Saturday, Jade was watching Teddy and we had a table outdoors. The sun highlighted the blue in her lustrous brown hair. She was dressed demurely for her: jeans, a jean jacket over a white tee shirt with sequins scattered around her chest.

We stood as she approached and Katie and I hugged. No kiss.

“You remember Simon,” I said. “Simon, Katie.”

“Of course!” Katie said. “How could I forget the father of the coolest little kid in the world?”

She held out her hand and Simon took it in his.

Simon said, “Well, Monica and Teddy tell me you’re taking excellent care of our little guy and we really want to thank you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” she said. “He’s such a happy little chipmunk and the whole situation fits my schedule so well. It’s the best job I’ve ever had.”

Listening to this, I realized that double meanings were going to be hard to avoid. Or maybe it was just me…

We all sat and Simon said, “We’re having bellinis would you like one?”

“I’m afraid I can’t. I won’t be 21 for another week. Just an iced tea this time.”

“Well, Happy Birthday!,” Simon said. “Are you doing anything special?”

“My folks roped me in for a gathering at home. They’ll give me some wine in controlled doses to celebrate my arrival in ‘adulthood’. As if any 21-year-old had never been drunk before. But at least I won’t go wrapping my car around a tree.”

“Actually, bellinis at noon isn’t usual for us either,” I put in. “But it’s such a lovely day they seemed called for.”

We ordered some light fare: flatbread, chips and guacamole, a small salad and shared it all. Simon told Katie a little about his job marketing medical supplies.

“My degree was in engineering so I can get pretty technical about syringes or catheters or knee joints. The doctors like that.”

“You sell knee joints?” Katie asked with slight distaste.

“Sure do,” he answered with his best salesman’s smile, “How many do you need?”

She laughed.

“I’m good for now but can I get back to you?” she said still laughing.

“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll get you a deal.”

“But,” he went on, “what are you up to? Monica mentioned something about physical therapy. If you go that way you’re sure to run across some of my products in action.”

“Yeah, I could do PT. I can handle the science, the biology and stuff. And it’s certainly a viable career choice not to mention being of service to my fellow humans. But I really love dance. The movement, the activity, the physical expression, the joy of it. But it’s a sketchy career choice. And,” here she gave me a sidelong glance, “unlike the statuesque Monica here, I’m not exactly cut from the right cloth.”

I said, “Don’t put too much emphasis on your size. I think things are changing where body type is concerned. And besides, I think of you as ‘streamlined’. Not a bad thing for a dancer.”

She put her hand on mine and said, “Thank you for the encouragement but I’m afraid the choreographers and producers will have the last word. But I’m not discouraged. For now, classes and practicing are rewarding enough.”

We ate for a minute.

Then with a mischievous glint in his eye, Simon said, “Wanna hear a joke?”

“Sure,” we said.

“A guy meets a girl at the bar, takes her home and they have sex. Afterward, he says, ‘If I’d known you were a virgin, I would have taken more time.’ She says, ‘If I’d known you had more time, I would have taken off my panty hose!'”

“Simon!” I said with some outrage. But it was funny and we were all laughing.

“What?” he said innocently, “Katie’s 21, well almost.”

We calmed down a little and I said to Simon, “Why don’t you tell Katie how you lost your virginity?”

“Monica!” he said, mimicking my outrage. But smiling he said, “Well, OK, but it’s not as funny as the joke.”

“I was kind of backward in high school. Maybe awkward is the word. So, thinking to broaden my horizons, I joined the navy right after graduation. Broaden my horizons it did.

“On my first cruise, I still wasn’t 20 yet. After a month and half aboard the ship, we were in a foreign port that shall remain nameless. It was about what you’d imagine: freshfaced sailors sightseeing, drinking, carousing. Mostly the latter.

“I was paling around with a group of my messmates and it was one guy’s twenty first birthday. Unbeknownst to him, the other guys arranged a little backroom party for him at a waterfront dive bar. I wasn’t a ringleader here, I need to mention. I was just a new kid following along to see what would happen.”

“Yeah, yeah, enough with the disclaimers,” I put in.

“Ok, so, we got there early planning to surprise the guy. We’re drinking and waiting. And waiting. And waiting. After a while it was looking like a no-show. But also after a while, the stripper shows up. There was a little confusion because she was intended to pay special attention to the birthday boy. Somehow, my youth and inexperience became instantly known to everybody and they pointed her to me. She was several years older than me, very poised and quite attractive. You’ve probably seen things like that in the movies, a lot of hooting and laughing while I’m embarrassed and doing my best to play along. But she was ‘sensitive’ if that’s possible in a stripper and didn’t push me too far.

“By the time her ‘show’ was over, I was still clothed, she was in minimal underwear and there was excitement in the air. She covered up and gathered up her things and one of our gang took her aside and paid her.”

“I thought that was it. But as she was leaving, she came over to me, took my arm and there we went, out the door. She had a little place a few blocks away and she led me there. I climbed the stairs a little unsteadily, we went in and she seduced me.”

“What could have been a sad way to learn about sex was actually very nice. As I said, she was ‘sensitive’ to my inexperience and made it a memorable occasion.”

“I had a crush on her for a week after we had shipped out. The other guys billed me for the services rendered. No freebies, I guess. Our twenty-one-year-old buddy, it turned out was detained by the shore patrol. He had been in a room where a fight broke out and got swept up. No charges though.”

“In the sober light of day, I remembered all those warnings about STDs and was checking for symptoms. I was OK but I didn’t risk it with working girls ever again.”

Katie said, “Well, that was an event to remember. Glad it worked out. But it seems like kind of a late start. How does an awkward teenage recruit become a confident, dashing professional in technical sales?”