Lon looked horrified — he couldn’t see how THAT piece of advice was going to help anything! Sally merely nodded. Candace watched the pair head downstairs, her lips pursed. This Sally could be wonderful for Lon — or she could be just like any other girl. From where she sat, Lon had done a good job picking her — but it was a lot to swallow, and the group’s activities had been revealed to her too early. She was going to have to discuss that with Lon later…
Lon parked Sally on the big leather couch downstairs and just sat with her, holding her right hand. Sally pushed her way through the incredible mess that she’d been presented with. She agreed with Beth that she wasn’t worthy of Lon in the first place — that had been her reason for suspicion — but Beth had gone on to indicate that she was lacking in other ways, too, and that Sally was approaching the situation from the wrong direction, entirely; rather than viewing Lon’s approach with suspicion, she should be doing everything she could to capitalize on it! This approach made a lot more sense to Sally, actually, than running off the only boy ever to show any interest in her…
The sex issue was telling, actually; if Lon was having sex regularly, then it made no sense that he was chasing her just for sex … The flip side of the issue was troubling — but Beth’s contention that Sally wasn’t ready for Lon sexually left her without a whole lot to say in the matter. In fact, Sally’s best bet was to actually get help from the other women involved in order to be able to meet Lon’s expectations! That demanded acceptance of the current situation, as a minimum…
Bottom line, if Sally wanted to be Lon’s girl (and she did), she needed to pull her head out of her ass … He seemed desperate, and might GIVE the job to her — but she would have to earn it, or the coveted position would slip away…
Lon got his first inkling of the results of this thought process when Sally slid closer to him and dropped her head on his shoulder. "I’ve been an idiot, haven’t I?" she husked.
"Well, I dunno," Lon replied, dropping her hand to wrap an arm around her. "I’d kind of hoped to have a few of the basics settled between us before going into who I’ve been sleeping with…"
"Maybe, but I’ve got a ways to go before I could hope to compete…"
Lon frowned. "What did Beth tell you?"
"A lot, I think. I need to meet Beth — and maybe the other two."
Lon shrugged. "They’re probably not important…"
"Okay." Sally lifted her head. "Lon, I want to be your girl. I won’t hold you to a bunch of stupid promises based on rights I haven’t earned, though."
Lon frowned. "What does THAT mean?"
"It means that until I can at least compete, I won’t ask you to lop off your sex life."
"Really?" Lon found this disturbing. "Why not?"
"Because if I make you promise not to have sex elsewhere, then fail to meet expectation, you’ll regret it — and resent me — and I’ll lose you. I’d rather earn the number one spot, not have it given to me, just because…"
"Okay." Lon still wasn’t sure where this was all going — was this just the set-up for it’s all over?
"You look kind of lost…" Sally caressed his face. "Let me see if I can make it all clear … Can we wait to have sex until after I meet Beth? She sort of promised to help…"
"Oh! Uh, yeah, sure!" Lon changed-up mentally, pushing is hair back from his face.
"In the meantime, I’d really, really like to kiss some more — and maybe some other things…" Sally reached behind her and the straps on her bikini top suddenly went slack.
"I think we can do that," Lon croaked, moving in.
Chapter 35
Posted: March 15, 2009 - 11:06:44 pm
Rick and Teela approached things a bit differently. Of course, Teela never escaped Rick’s grasp and both were soaked before they had been in the pool for thirty seconds. Repeated dunkings washed the magenta spritz out of Teela’s hair and left her looking like a drowned rat, but she gave a good account of herself. Finally, breathless, they staggered to the edge of the pool, where Rick pinned Teela against the edge.
Teela, laughing, said, "You know that tale you told me about Lon having his own source of no-strings sex?"
"Yeah…" Rick put up a calm front, but he became cautious.
"Does it apply to you?"
"Maybe…"
"Then why am I being poked by that boner of yours? Hmmm?"
"Maybe I’ve got a thing for skinny little sprites wearing next to nothing…" Rick leered, pressing his crotch against hers.
"As a group, or only certain individuals?" Teela shot back, then sobered. "Rick, I’m scared."
"Of me?"
"Of me, more like. You know I can’t…" Her eyes searched his.
"You don’t have to," Rick replied, divining that she was admitting to being defenseless. "Concentrate on other people. I’ll be there to help with THAT, too!"
"Why am I here?"
"Because I want you to be."
"Why? Why are YOU different?" she asked.
"I don’t know the answer to that any more than you do," he replied. "It just is."
"We fight."
"Do we? Is that what it is?" he retorted.
"It’s not making love…"
"Things changed yesterday."
"I want to make love."
"Here? Now?" Rick displayed mild surprise. In fact, he was MORE than mildly surprised, but Teela tended to vacillate based upon his responses, so he instinctively muffled them.
Teela wrinkled her nose, "Not in the pool."
Rick shrugged. "Sensible. Are you sure?"
"It’s … probably not smart — but it’s what I feel."
Rick picked her up bodily and set her on the pool edge, then clambered up beside her. "I’ll get towels." He hopped up and left her sitting there.
She sat there, staring into the distance, for the few moments it took him to recover a couple of beach towels from a bench along the wall, feeling her stomach flutter more than anything else. When he returned and wrapped a towel around her shoulders, she covered his hand on her shoulder with hers and said, "You’re supposed to tell me I’m a fool and an idiot."
Rick shrugged. "Why, if I want it, too…"
Teela turned her eyes to his. "Why would you want to — with me?"
"Why would I NOT want to?" Rick replied. "We’re past this."
"Are we?" Teela replied. "I feel like I’ve just jumped off a cliff. It’s done — I can’t go back, but the rocks at the bottom keep getting bigger and bigger…"
Rick took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "The rocks are irrelevant — you’re beyond them." He pulled her into an embrace, rubbing her back.
"I hope so." Teela was a bundle of nerves. "Have you done this before?"
Rick thought about it. "Depends. Have you?"
"No."
"I have — but not with a girl who hasn’t." He held her eyes. "Lon’s situation DOES apply to me — but it’s all older women."
"Older? Like…"
"Mom’s age. VERY experienced. Look, we don’t have to."
"I WANT to — I’m just scared to death."
"What can I do?"
"You can keep rubbing my back…" She smiled up at him
"That helps?"
"You’d be amazed…"
"How about this?" Rick lowered his lips to hers.
After an undefined time, she pulled back and husked, "Works like gangbusters. Where?"
"Inside?"
"I want to feel the sun," Teela replied, glancing around. "Are we safe?"
Rick thought about it. The privacy fence handled things from ground level, but the houses on either side — and the one behind, for that matter — were two-story. "It’s a crapshoot."