I replied with the appropriate comments, and finished up by asking them to let Jill know that I remembered her with fondness.
It was a couple of years later that I got a graduation notice in the mail, accompanied by a wedding announcement. Both were from Jilclass="underline" she was graduating from high school in the top ten percent of her class, and she and Todd were getting married a few months later.
Remembering how she'd been with ME, I was tempted to send the two of them an illustrated copy of the Kama Sutra; but the thought that they might open it in company convinced me to come up with another gift.
Less than a year later, I got a card announcing the birth of James Thomas Kirk, along with a photo of the happy family. I still have both, framed and hanging on my wall where I can see them every day.
Chapter 8
It wasn't uncommon for some of the college kids on Spring Break to come to town, rather than head for the beaches – particularly those kids that were on budgets.
It happened one year that toward the end of my shift, I got a call to pick up 3 people at one of the bars in town. I knew the place favored the younger crowd, and pretty much expected what I got: college kids, in town on Break. I wasn't even surprised that it turned out to be 3 girls; what DID catch my attention was that it was a pair of twin brunettes and a diminutive blond. When I pulled up, the three of them hopped into the back before I could get out; the blond told me "Can you get moving, please? There are some guys that we're trying to get away from."
Doing as they asked, I was fifty yards down the street when I saw five guys come piling out of the place – and how disappointed they were that the girls weren't there, judging from the histrionics they put on.
The girls were watching it, too, and the two brunettes both laughed before all three turned back around. Since the blond seemed to be the spokesperson for them, I asked her "Where to, ladies?"
She graced me with a smile before saying "Thanks for getting us out of there so fast. Um, we're going to the Cheshire Inn – Room 117."
I knew the place; it was on the other side of town, and specialized in weekly rentals – mostly for those that couldn't come up with the money to rent an apartment. It wasn't a dump, exactly, but it was close enough that they usually only got the Breakers that were on tighter budgets than usual.
As I drove, I listened to the girls in the back talking about all that had happened before I showed up. Apparently, the guys had been more persistent – and childish – than the girls cared for. One of the girls had finally snuck away to call for a cab, and after waiting the promised time for it to arrive, they'd given the guys a story about going to get the van they'd driven and coming around front to pick up the guys. The guys had been drunk/stupid enough to go for it, and had waited inside for one of the girls to come back when the van was waiting. I'd arrived a little later than they'd expected, and had apparently whisked them away just as the guys got suspicious. All three of them were jazzed on liquor from the bar and adrenaline from the encounter, and made for a slightly noisy fare.
They began to quiet down again soon enough, though, and began chatting amongst themselves. I could still hear most of what they said, but kept my silence, figuring that they were only interested in heading back to their motel room.
So I was a little surprised when the blond read my ID placard and asked me "Um… Jim, you're a guy; what do YOU think those creeps were thinking back there?"
Looking at her in the mirror, I asked "What makes you think they were thinking?"
"What do you mean?"
I laughed and told her "That age, most guys aren't much more than mobile semen dispensers; what little bit of brains they've got are pretty much stuck between their legs, and mostly nonfunctional. I wasn't much better than that, and it still took me a while before I got things figured out."
All three of them though my description was pretty funny, and laughed before going back to what they'd been talking about.
As the drive progressed, they gradually got quieter in the back; they didn't stop talking, they just weren't as loud.
Once we arrived at their room, the two brunettes were out of the cab in a heartbeat. Even after she handed over the fare and a small tip, the blond didn't get out right away, though. I finally asked her "Is there something else, ma'am?"
She started to say something, stopped, started again, stopped again, and finally asked me "Are you done for the night? Is there anyplace else you have to be?"
"I'd usually have another hour on my shift, but it's a slow night, so I'll probably knock off. The only one waiting for me at home is my cat. Why do you ask?"
After another false start, she told me "Me and Michelle and Michaela, we… we were wondering if you'd… you'd like to come in for… for a little while. To talk, and, uh, whatever. I'm Faye."
Amused, I told her "I suppose I could do that, sure."
"Uh, just so there aren't any, um, misunderstandings? Michelle and Michaela, they're, uh, they're not really into guys."
"And what about you?", I asked.
Blushing slightly, she answered "I'm bi. I mostly like other girls, but if there's a guy I like, I can do that, too. Oh, one other thing: Michelle and Michaela, they're, um, sisters. I mean like with the same mom and dad. I don't know if it matters to you, or not."
"I kinda figured, with them obviously being twins. Do they know you're inviting me in?"
"Oh, sure! It was actually their idea! I said that I thought you were being kinda cool, and we talked about it a little bit, and then they said that if I wanted to, I could invite you in as long as you understand about them. You do, don't you?"
Actually, I did understand about the brunettes – probably better than any of them thought, or expected. But that wasn't the way she meant the question, so I simply answered "Yeah, I think so."
Visibly relieved, Faye told me "So you'll come in?"
"Sure. Just let me park this thing and let the office know I'm done for the night."
Satisfied, she quickly scooted out and closed the door to my hack before rushing into their room.
It seemed like a good idea not to be too obvious, so I skipped parking in front of their room in favor of a spot away from the building. It wasn't but a couple of minutes before I softly knocked on their door, and heard a voice tell me to come in.
When I opened the door, the sight that greeted me came as no small surprise: Michelle and Michaela were sitting next to each other on the one (large) bed in the room, wearing only matching pantie and bra sets. Closing the door behind me, I looked around, but couldn't see Faye; it took me only a second to decide that she was behind the closed door that I figured went to the bathroom. Both of the girls on the bed were more than passingly attractive: curly black hair that fell below their shoulders, natural black eyebrows, dark eyes, full red lips, and small noses. Below, both were somewhat buxom, slightly overflowing their bras, with pale (but not white) skin. Trim waisted, each had nicely curved hips and long, trim legs. Since they'd invited me in and chosen to greet me that way, I didn't make any pretense about not looking at them. Smiling, I simply told them "Lovely!", before taking one of the two chairs facing them.
A few moments later, I heard a door open, followed by the appearance of Faye – wearing only a pair of very skimpy panties.
Again, I didn't pretend that I wasn't looking at her: short blond hair, lovely green eyes, and a small mouth with sensuous lips, she looked vaguely elfin. Her bust wasn't as large, but what it lacked in quantity, it more than made up in quality – each breast looked to be little more than a handful, rounded, and capped with a dark pink areola and small nipple that protruded quite clearly.
While the sisters were more medium-framed, Faye was distinctly on the slender side, though still nicely curved. Her legs were even more slender than the two sisters', but pleasantly shaped. The panties she was wearing covered so little of her mons that I couldn't help but wonder if she took the trouble to keep herself trimmed that closely, or simply shaved off all her pubic hair. When I was done looking her over, I smiled and told her "Very nice, indeed", making her smile in return.