Lon nodded. "I’m not surprised. Rick’s not known for his charm, or anything, but it seems like every time they’re together, she goes after him about something and he uses some sort of mental jiu-jitsu on her. Even he doesn’t know how…"
Sally sighed. "To continue the egg simile, I’m afraid he’s gonna crack her and scramble her."
"I’m not," Lon replied. "What you haven’t heard is his end. He’s all strung out on her. I heard they’re already making out and stuff, too. He was going to ask her out to his house today…"
"Oh?" This was news! "So, it’s … mutual?"
Lon shrugged. "Seems to be. You heard about the run-in at the movies the other day, right?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, by the time that was over, I guess they were pretty well wrapped up in one another. Rick’s decided she’s his soul-mate or something…"
"Really…"
"Yeah. Want to swim a bit?"
Chapter 34
Posted: March 15, 2009 - 11:06:44 pm
"Okay, that’s the easy part," Jean announced. Teela was reclining on her elbows at the side of the bed, her feet on the floor. Beside her was a towel and a washcloth. Jean was wiping shaving foam from her razor onto the towel, which contained ample evidence that Teela’s hair was not naturally black, but rather a rich, dark brown. The pair had messed around a bit, trying to get a diamond pattern shaven into the unusually dense but relatively straight fur on Teela’s mons — the classical five-sided, flat-top diamond shape used in jewelry store signs, not the simpler parallelogram oriented on a point. "Raise your legs and let’s see what’s going on down below."
The pair had been shaving and trimming for fifteen minutes; Teela was totally at ease as she pulled her legs up and placed her feet parallel to the edge of the bed, opening her vaginal area fully to the older woman. Jean took a look at the result and pursed her lips; the thin, dark wisps that lay flat along Teela’s labia were soft and straight and, aside from where the tips met in a line along her pursed lower lips, would not interfere with the fit of the thong bottom of the suit. They WOULD, however, be an incitement to riot if Rick got to see them; they made Teela’s little pussy absolutely beautiful! "I’m just going to trim this where it all meets, instead of shaving it; the effect is, well, striking — and it will be covered adequately," Jean announced.
"Okay…" Teela agreed nervously, "If you’re sure…"
"I am." Jean snipped at the tips, clearing them from Teela’s nether lips, leaving just the area where her almost vestigial inner lips extended between the pursed outer ones bare, trimming right at the point where the straight strands extended beyond the mound and crossed above it — then she collected a mirror to show the young woman the result, "See?"
"Won’t that show?" Teela asked.
"Normally, no. The fabric will cover it. But if you intend on bending over right in Rick’s face…" Jean grinned. The thong’s fabric patch would likely drop away a bit, leaving Teela exposed in that position. "Well, let’s just say that I won’t be responsible…" She ran her finger along Teela’s perineum. "This area is clear, and the way those little wisps lay like that, looking combed — well, it’s quite fetching! Sometimes, you just can’t improve on Mother Nature…"
"Okay," Teela grinned back, eyes alight. Jean was something else; the way the older woman had taken to her was just amazing…
"All right, then. A little witch hazel and we’re all set," Jean announced, wiping Teela’s mons with the washrag. She picked up the bottle from the floor and poured a little in her hand, applying it in a no-nonsense fashion to Teela’s mons to finish things up. "All done!"
"Cool!" Teela had been pretty furry, up top, and they’d trimmed things as much — if not more — than defining it with the razor. Now her fur patch was short and sleek, and — most important — small enough to remain hidden under the tiny wisp of fabric that was the main body of the suit bottom.
Jean helped Teela fit the top’s tiny triangles over her breasts (well, the tips, anyway) and tie off the sides of the bottoms and pronounced the fitting complete, "There! Gawd! You’re positively dangerous!" She eyed the younger woman speculatively. "Do you want me out there?"
Teela eyed herself in the mirror while she chose her answer. Jean was wonderful — like a sister — but she was Rick’s MOTHER! Teela felt that she and Rick had moved beyond their rough beginnings and something new was about to happen — something that might at least approach sex! What imperatives would watching them neck bring out in Jean? Who would she want to protect? Her? Rick? Both of them?
Meanwhile, there was this outfit … Daring on Jean, the bikini was an incitement to riot on Teela. The tiny triangles up top covered Jean’s protruding nipples and enough flesh to be a sop at decency — just barely; on Teela, whose pointed cones were at least a half a cup size up from Jean’s, they were almost pasties — and soft, firm, conical flesh was exposed all around the perimeters of the cups. Below, things were similar for both of them; thin slightly bowed legs descending from kitten hips, punctuated by knobby knees — and tight, round asses that looked like a pair of softballs bisected by the thong’s vertical strap. Teela was just slightly smaller — not enough to grant anything serious in the way of additional coverage — especially since both women had a decided gap at the juncture of their legs, even standing with their feet together. Neither of them had a belly — well, Jean was showing a bit of thickening that she suspected was the result of her birth control pills, since it had come on recently…
Teel took a shot at her feelings, "I really think…"
"What does he do to you?" Jean asked.
"It’s like there are two of him," Teela confided. "One is full of fun — and no matter how wild I get, he just deflects it — usually back at me. The other one is a guy I can have a serious conversation with — and believe that he’s being totally honest with me."
"How does he make you feel?"
"Defenseless — which is scary — and welcome," Teela mused. "We’re approaching something; I can’t generate a decent attack — and I don’t really want to. I want HIM to defend me."
"What if he doesn’t understand?"
"I don’t know…"
"I told him that this isn’t a game — and that he can hurt you, badly," Jean confided. "He seems to understand. But in relationships, there are no guarantees…" She sighed. "I don’t want to see you laid to waste. Protect yourself. This may be where you learn that you have potential mates out there — but Rick isn’t the one…"
"Do you want me to stop?" Teela asked. "Run?"
"No, I want it to be all right — for both of you. But I fear for you, in particular," Jean replied.
"Thanks." Teela reached out and grasped the older woman’s forearm, and stared into her eyes. "I really don’t think there is anything else to do but try…" Jean nodded, and Teela headed out the door toward where Rick could be heard pacing the kitchen and grumbling.
"Well, it’s about … HOLY SHIT!" Rick exclaimed. His eyes popped, his mouth flew open … And Teela went radiant from the reception, which only turned things up. "You’re gorgeous!"
"Keepa you hands off, Bucko!" Teela grinned. "Lookie, but no touchie!"
"Just jail me and get it over with!" Rick howled. "How on Earth am I supposed to do THAT?"