Some half-sleeping time later, we stirred and detached ourselves and started taking turns in the shower. Irene and I lingered, kissing and cuddling. I had the predictable physical reaction and suggested we do something about it. She suggested we wait till we were completely alone.
I liked that, a lot, and we kissed some more.
While Bonnie puttered in the kitchen, Dolores – all freshly showered and smelling wonderful – came in and plopped down on the bed with us. She kissed Irene and then kissed me. It was a sweet, loving and thoroughly tongue-free kiss. I began to hope that having finally gotten what she'd vowed to get, Dolores would now leave it alone. My hopes were raised even more when she saw my hard cock and giggled to Irene, "That's gotta be for you."
"Guaranteed," I said.
"I sure hope so," Irene said.
Dolores pulled on her clothes, talking about what she'd felt and then talking about getting in a swim and maybe something to eat.
My hopes soared.
Irene was next for the shower and suddenly I was laying alone on the bed with my cock hard, but not really insistent. It had been one hell of a wake-up call for me. First Kate sucking me, then sandwiching her with her husband in her ass, then cramming my cock into Dolores and filling her with my cum. And I had an increasingly loving Irene Marie Pound to look forward to.
Then the door to the front deck opened. Penny stood there looking at me. I realized, then, that she could well have been standing at the window and watching the entire thing.
Penny came in, eyes wide and fixed on my dick. She finally met my gaze.
"Wow." Was there a touch of envy in that, too? She took a step toward me. "So you got Bonnie and Irene and Mom and now, Dolores. And you and Irene are getting to be an item." She came to the side of the bed and put her tiny hand on my prick. I could see her nipples swollen inside her tee-shirt. She squeezed my cock once, still looking me in the eye.
"I hope you're not thinking it's your turn, now," I said.
"Not now," she said. "Dolores could barely handle it. Maybe in a couple of years, though. What do you think?"
"I think that's something to talk about then, with Irene Marie Pound. I hope she'll want to have a say in the matter."
She took her hand of my cock, gave me that mischievous, impish grin and said, "I see. Well, maybe then she'll say, 'In for a Pound – in for a Penny'?"
She was backing away as she said it, but I still managed a direct hit with the pillow. She was returning fire, in style, when Irene returned from the shower and started helping – Penny, that is. I won, of course – barely – but by then Irene was distracting me so much that I didn't notice when Penny crept out of the room…and closed the door. Pretty savvy for a kid who wouldn't even be twelve years old for another month!
AFTERWORD
Well, that was a year ago last week. Kate and Mark have settled into a fairly swinging lifestyle, but they'll be canceling that in a couple of weeks. They've decided to have another baby. I hope like hell it's a boy. Mark's gotten his drinking under control and is back at work for some financial wire service.
Dolores settled down nicely, though at Christmas dinner she made it clear she was wishing for an encore. Irene told her it would be okay only if she made the honors list at school. Kate tells me she has never seen Dolores study so hard.
Kate and Mark and I have agreed that it was nice – that one time, but not really a good idea for us to get together like that again.
Bonnie and Irene get together whenever they're both in town. Sometimes I join them; mostly I don't. Sometimes Bonnie and I get together alone, but not often. It's just lust with us; like being hungry, the more you eat the less you need.
I don't join Bonnie and Irene primarily because when Irene and I are together, we get totally caught up in each other, which can leave a third party feeling like exactly that – the third party at a dance.
But I don't mind the two of them getting it on without me. They have something special and loving and it doesn't threaten me. It was only when I felt absolutely sure about it that I proposed to Irene, and only when she was equally sure that she accepted.
Penny and I have stayed close. She occasionally has a "date," (Kate has some pretty stringent restrictions on that) but seldom more than once with the same guy. Fellows her own age aren't sufficiently educated to keep her interest and older guys "just start growing hands all over the place." But every week or so, she'll come by my place in the city and destroy me at Scrabble or chess. We'll talk about all the stuff we've always enjoyed and sometimes she'll confide in me. Once in a while, she'll remind me that she's going to be gunning for me when she decides she ready, but I don't think she really means it. A shame, in a way. She's blossoming rapidly and is gorgeous little fox, sexy as hell. And she's no little kid any more; she'll be teenager in a few weeks. I'm going to have watch my step around her.
In the meantime, she's gotten into computers and programming and I think she's probably become quite a hacker. (I still know just enough to use the word processor and database and spreadsheet and sometimes get the modem to send stories to magazines or my publisher; Penny's been a big help with that).
On the other hand, it's also meant I had to learn how to encrypt some files – like this little diary – so she can never get into them. I shudder to think what would happen if that imp ever got into this file! Fortunately, the security on this file is totally unbreakable.
END OF FILE
Hi, honey!
Penny showed me how to read this. It's really sweet that you thought about me like that right from the start, from the first time we met. I figured at first you started liking me only after you and I and Bonnie made love that first time. Now I know that wasn't the start for you. It wasn't for me, either. I was fantasizing about you from the first time we met. I used to pump Kate for information about you and always made her promise never to tell a soul.
And I never would have known if Penny hadn't showed me this. I'm so grateful to her that I couldn't refuse her that one request. It'll be a surprise for you.
Love you, honey!
Irene
"Unbreakable"? Hah!
And just for calling me "shrimp," why don't you call one of those Bulletin Boards I told you about – the one in Brooklyn at 718-252-4531 – and download (if you can remember how!) a little story called BONNIE1.ZIP. The writing's not bad, but the spelling sucked – until a certain Language Wizard (she said, with no false modesty) fixed it up (and replaced most – but not all – of the names). Maybe you'll get better if you practice Scrabble some more.
By the way, "Uncle Dan," guess who's, uh, cumming for (her birthday) dinner?
Love ya', stud!
Penny
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