I eased my way off of her, and stood up before reaching down to offer her a hand up, saying "I'm not worried about it, but if it would make you feel better, then that's what we'll do. Want to join me in a quick shower?"
When she was standing again, hand cupping her crotch, she smiled at me, and said "Yeah, it would make me feel better. Uh, how about you give me a couple minutes, and join ME in the shower?"
I agreed, and told her that when she was ready, I'd be there with balls – er, bells – on. She laughed and the joke, and said to bring along something to drink – she felt 'like I've lost a couple quarts of*something*'.
I agreed, and as she headed off toward the bathroom, delayed her long enough to give her a kiss and a small pat on the butt before heading into the kitchen to get us some drinks – LARGE bottles of water would be needed, I figured.
Sure enough, a couple minutes later, I heard her call my name, and I headed into the bathroom where we shared a quick, but fun, shower, where she was able to take a closer look at the damage she'd done to my neck – and then apologize for it, telling me that the teeth marks were plain as day, and that it was already starting to bruise. I had to reassure her several more times before she finally quit saying she was sorry.
When we'd dried off, we made our way back to the living room, and snuggled on the couch until Lucy started to fall asleep. She quickly woke herself up, and told me "I'd better get home, so I'll be there when the girls wake up."
I reluctantly agreed, and watched as she got up, then put her blouse and shorts on, minus her bra and panties. When she was done, I stood up, too, and gave her a kiss and a hug – both of which she returned enthusiastically – before walking her to the door. After she'd left, I found my way to the bedroom, and fell asleep.
Late the next afternoon, Sunday, she stopped by to let me know what had happened after she left my apartment: "I didn't any more than get the front door open, than I could hear the two of them in the bedroom – I mean, it sounded like they were having as good a time as I just did, only with each other! But I was careful not to make any noise, or anything, because I didn't want to disturb them; besides, how was I going to tell them I'd just had the orgasm of my life if they asked where I'd been?
Anyway, I went ahead and went to bed; those two little devils kept at it for a while longer, until they both got worn out from the fun they were having. Geez, I envy the energy they have!"
The next morning, I started to wake them up like I usually do – but when I the door to Robyn's room open, the smell of their activities was thick enough to cut with a knife. I also found them both naked, and tangled up together on the bed: Robyn's head was laying on the inside of Sandra's thigh, and Sandra was curled around so that her hand was holding Robyn's breast. It was all I could do not to go in there and crawl between them. Anyway, so I didn't let them know that I knew what was going on, I closed the door, then knocked on it so they'd think I hadn't seen them. Sandra was the one to answer, and told me they'd be out in a minute – you never heard such commotion in your life while the two of them rushed around trying to clean up the evidence of what they'd been doing! I heard it as both of them cleaned up a little in the bathroom before they came out to join me for breakfast. We sat there and chatted a little as we ate, until I finally asked them which one had the nightmare last night. Both of them looked puzzled, and I told them that I'd woken up to hear moaning, and figured that one of them had a bad dream – and, boy, did they blush! I pretended not to notice it, of course, but it was still fun watching them. I don't care if they keep going, or not – I just want them to be a little more discreet, and quiet, about what they do."
I laughed at her description, and at what she'd said and done to make her point. I also had to tell her yet again that the now-obvious bruise and tooth marks on my neck weren't anything to worry about, after she saw the green-and-purple blotch on me.
Monday morning, I emailed the corrections and updates I'd made to the code for my client, and got confirmation from them that they'd received it intact. That out of the way, I was sitting in the living room, enjoying a leisurely cup of coffee when the doorbell rang, and when I went to see who it was, my suspicions were confirmed when I saw Sandra and Robyn standing there – though dressed in halter tops and shorts, for a change. I invited them in, and we were chatting in the living room when the phone rang. I answered it, and was surprised to discover that it was Lucy.
I listened as she explained to me that one of her companies customers was suddenly having trouble with one of THEIR customers, and wanted 'someone' to go to their customer's site and do an audit of their books. I asked her what was going on, and she admitted that she was the 'someone' they'd selected to supervise the accountants that would be doing the actual work. She wouldn't be doing anything except acting as*her* company's 'presence', and summarizing the accountant's results. The expectation was that she'd be out of town for as few as 2 days, but perhaps as many as 4. I asked her if she wanted me to watch after the girls, and she laughed, saying "Yeah. I know it breaks your heart, but could they stay with you while I'm gone? I'd trust either one of them alone in my apartment, but not together – particularly with what's going on between them."
I said that it wouldn't be any problem, and she said "I'll bet. I know you're not going to just start jumping their bones, but could you at least wait until I clear the parking lot?"
I laughed, and said "You will recall that I*do* have a large bed – easily large enough for the girls – and that my couch is plenty large and comfortable enough for ME."
"Yeah, right. Okay, we'll both pretend that's gonna happen – but you'll excuse me if I don't bet cash money on it, right?"
I laughed again, telling her "Yeah, that's probably a pretty good idea."
She answered "Look, I'm cool with it. I know you're not going to push either one of them into anything; if anything, you'll try to talk them out of it. But I know what they're going to be like at their age, and I don't believe for a minute that you're going to get through these next few days with your good intentions intact."
With that, she asked to talk to the girls. I asked if she minded if I put her on the speakerphone, and she agreed that it was a good idea.
I gestured to the girls to the girls to come over, and as they did, I got the phone switched over. When they got there, I told Lucy that we were all there, and she started to tell them what was going on. At first, they were disappointed that she was going to be out of town, but quickly cheered up again when they heard her tell them that they were going to be staying with me while she was gone.
With all of us working from the same page, we were able to get the initial details worked out in fairly short order; other stuff would have to wait until Lucy got home with more details. That settled, Lucy told us she'd talk to us when she got home, in a couple of hours, and hung up.
I told the girls to go ahead and go back to the apartment and get enough clothes for a couple of days – including going out in public – along with their nightgowns and robes. Both looked at me as though I'd lost my mind, but left. A short while later they were back, each with a knapsack full of clothing. I had them put their stuff in the bedroom, and got out a set of linens to use on the couch. This time, they fussed a little, and I finally took a moment to explain to them: "Look, do you*want* Lucy to think we're going to spend the entire time humping each other's brains out? If we don't at least pretend that nothing's going to happen, she's going to spend the entire trip worrying about what's happening HERE, instead of what she's supposed to be doing, and that's not going to be good for*her*. So are you going to listen to me, and do what I say; or are you going to keep making faces at me, and have all this probably turn out bad, instead of good, like it should?"