With the departure of all four of My Girls (My Girls! ... Somehow the appearance of Janet in our lives has given new life and meaning to that old song... ) — and ... Yes! I'm referring to Janet as one of mine — one would have to be incredibly dense not to have picked that up by now... <Grin> from the beach area, Paul beckoned me over to join their group. I grabbed my towel and joined them, although I wasn't sure of my reception by a still visibly tense Joe.
As I settled in, Joe sensed my trepidation and spoke first, "David, I'm not angry, just very confused. 'Tis obvious that somethin' profound, maybe even wonderfully magical, passed between my daughter and you and your wives. Still, she is me baby girl after all, and regardless of how wonderful an experience might be fer her, I will always be concerned for her well-being, especially if I don't understand the phenomenon. Can someone please help me out with what just happened? I feel I'm missin' somethin' wondrous because of my ignorance and concern fer me little girl." Joe's concern was deep enough that I caught just a hint of the brogue slipping through.
I patted Joe on the arm and as sincerely as I could, said, "Joe, I would never do anything to hurt that marvelous creature or you. During your conversations with Paul since yesterday, has he told you anything about my past or how I met My Girls?"
Paul laughed, "Sorry, David, I told him very little. Joe and I have been too busy catching up on our own histories. I think I did mention a little about your long separation, but you really didn't come into my story until the point where you reunited me with my daughter and then my own wives."
"Don't apologise Paul, I would be incredibly selfish if I expected you to tell my story before your own when you were getting reacquainted with an old and dear friend. OK, Joe, we don't have much time before my mates call us to lunch, so I'll try to give you what I call the 'Reader's Digest Condensed Version'. It all began in June, 1965..."
I gave Joe a quick recap of how I met Carol, emphasizing the 'Vision in White' part of the story because of its relevance to what he had just witnessed. I told him about our long separation and how it ended with a similar incident between Carol and me to what he saw today. I also outlined the past year, how Diane joined our knot and told him about Diane's history of abuse. Both Paul and Joe were very grim-faced at that part of the story, as they both were very familiar with the perpetrator.
I wrapped up by telling Joe, "So you see, Joe, we don't have a lot of choice in this. I'm telling you all now, what I haven't told Janet or my other mates yet, because it is still so new —— at a stroke, I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with your daughter. So are my wives, I'm sure, given their similar experience to mine. We all saw it. I'm also sure that feeling, although she may not quite comprehend or accept it just yet because of its suddenness, is reciprocated. When the time is right, and it will be soon, before the end of this month at the latest, we will propose to her, and Janet will join our Knot. Not might —— will.
"Rhiannon, and I think all the other kids as well, have Seen it. That's the real reason she told Jocelyn and Josie they were now cousins. She Saw Janet as our new wife, and when they came up to us a little while ago, I noticed she had to almost literally bite her tongue to keep from calling Janet 'Momma Janet'. <It must have taken a command from the Goddess herself to override the compulsion of Rhiannon's 'no secrets' oath.> There is a lot more to tell you about us, Joe, but we don't have the time right now, and frankly, my new mate has dibs on that information. Paul and his ladies can fill you in on everything since December, pretty much. I do want to tell you about Ben myself, though. My relationship with him was VERY special, and I want to tell you about that myself."
Joe had remained quiet through my entire discourse, but now he spoke. "Thank you for telling me all this, David. I thought what I saw, was people experiencing something like you just described. I suppose anyone else would have a hard time believing what you just described, but I actually do, because believe it or not, I have experienced something similar myself. She wasn't dressed in white like Carol or Janet, but my Jane had a very similar effect on me when I first met her. We fell in love at first sight too, and that love lasted until she passed away — in fact I still love her, if only in memory. Your and Paul's belief and demonstration that we can love more than one person deeply has given me hope that I might again someday meet another who I can love just as much, and who Jane would not only approve of, but probably love like me." Joe faltered as he described Jane and her probable reaction if he ever found another Soulmate.
Pie touched my arm to get my attention. "David, I sense you're holding something back. You can tell us."
I sighed. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this to Pie and her mates. "Pie, when I first looked into Janet's eyes, I sensed that her soul is older than her physical age, and she also seemed vaguely familiar, beyond recognizing her from her picture. When I mentioned it to her, Janet said she often felt older than her years. On a hunch, I asked her when her birthday was." I looked toward Joe and silently admonished him to hold his piece. He recognized my look and nodded slightly.
Pie prompted, "And what did she tell you?" I got the impression from a subtle change in her body language that she suspected.
"November 14, 1966 — the very day that our Kit left us, Pie — the very day!"
Jo moaned aloud as she stumbled into Joe, who quickly kept her from falling completely. Pie blanched and Paul, his own expression one of incredulous shock, had to support her as her bones seemed to briefly melt.
"Do you suppose???" she whispered.
"I don't know, Pie, but the coincidence is just too striking, especially with what happened here just now. I have no idea why or how, but I think somehow, a lost soul has been returned to her mates. I think Rhiannon and the kids know for sure, but I also think the Goddess has instructed them not to say anything, other than welcome the Carnegies into our family. Because of all the confusion and strong emotions suddenly released, you haven't been introduced to her yet, for which I apologise. When you do meet her face to face, I think you'll be able to sense if it's her or not."
Joe had been listening incredulously. "You mean you think my Janet is the reincarnation of your Kit? That's just too much for my tired old brain to process!"
"I state it only as a possibility, Joe. It's hard for me too, because it opens up a world of possibilities I don't think any of us are prepared to deal with mentally. What I am sure of, is my deep and abiding love for her, regardless of who she is or might have been. I am also sure that the Goddess is definitely at work here. What Her purpose is, only She knows, and will only reveal if and when She feels the time is right." As I spoke, I felt a familiar affirmative nudge from the Power.
Just then the young lovely under discussion approached. Either she was as partial to those little cotton summer dresses as the rest of us, or one of the wives had loaned her one. Whatever, she had changed into one with an empire waist that highlighted her high, firm breasts. It buttoned down the front like I so liked, and she wore it with a couple buttons undone allowing a tantalizing glimpse of teenage cleavage. Hey, she wouldn't be twenty until November, and last I heard, nineteen is still a teenager — and I don't wanna hear any snide remarks about perverts robbing cradles. <LECHEROUS GRIN>
Regardless, this apparition of youthful beauty, that had recently so slickly purloined four hearts, appeared absolutely radiant as she hugged and kissed her father. "Oh, Daddy! I'm so glad I decided to join you all this weekend! I'm so happy!"
Next, she moved over to me, murmured something I didn't catch, but thought I heard the word 'mate', and kissed me sweetly. Janet then nonchalantly slid her arm around my waist, cuddling comfortably close, as she announced, "Lunch will be ready in about fifteen minutes. Muffin and Princess said that should be enough time to get the kids cleaned up good enough to eat. They don't have to change out of their swim suits, because they'll probably be back down here as soon as they finish eating."
Where was the confused young woman that had allowed herself to be led by the hand to the house an hour ago? In her stead, a confident vision of teenage beauty appeared, who almost casually cuddled up to me in a way that could only be described as snuggling 'her man'. What had she and the girls talked about during the last hour? I'm sure a lot of it was the chatter of females working together as mine pumped Janet to learn more about her. Some of their chatter would be a ploy, most likely coordinated by Riekie, to make the girl comfortable and feel more at ease with the confusing emotions she was most assuredly experiencing.
As I ruminated, I remembered how quickly things had moved for Bob and Karen Michelle and how My Wives had helped Karen through the trauma of a love-at-first-sight encounter — met in the early afternoon of one day, wedded and bedded and pregnant by early morning of the next day then formally married at 9:00 AM — an 18 hour emotional whirlwind. I didn't think we'd move as quickly with Janet, but the basic emotions were in play, so only the Goddess knew how it would play out.
Joe and a pensive Paul directed their attention to rounding up our kids and sending the neighbour kids home for their own lunch. Indeed, we could hear several mothers calling their kids home. I steered Janet closer to the aunts and took the opportunity to formally introduce her to Pie and Jo.
"Janet, My Love," <She actually simpered at my use of that term.> "I want you to meet two of the most important people in our lives. The pregnant one is ————" And that was as far as I got. Janet rushed to Jo and hugged her as tightly as Jo's enlarged tummy would allow. "Momma Jo! I feel like I've known you forever!" When she finished hugging and exchanging pleasantries with Jo, she approached Pie, almost timidly, then, tears running down her cheeks, she literally threw herself into Pie's arms and cried. "Momma! Momma!" I thought Pie might faint, but she proved herself made of sterner stuff, and kept her feet. She looked at me over Janet's head and nodded once. She knew her own daughter, or at least her soul, for despite having been Kit twenty years ago this was a new person, with her own life experiences and her own bright future.
Janet regained her composure quickly and stepping back from Pie, apologised profusely to her for her emotional outburst, "Oh! I'm so sorry! I don't know what's come over me! It's been a really strange day for me. People I've never met before, only heard of, suddenly seem like long-lost friends and family." She glanced shyly at me and blushed prettily. "Some even seem to be old loves that I've re-found and will never let go again."
What a lovely declaration! I wonder what she really talked about with My Wives...
Pie replied, "Hush, child! You did nothing wrong. I feel a strong bond with you, too. You were just the first to show it. I would have been more upset if you had been cool and stand-offish. Now dry your eyes and let's go to lunch. I suddenly find myself starving." Indeed, Pie looked relieved and happy, the strain of the last few minutes gone and that hint of sadness that even her reunion with Paul had never been quite able to eradicate seemed gone too.
When Paul and Joe returned with half a dozen chattering magpies, Joe saw Janet and Pie together. From the way his shoulders slumped, I realized he thought he'd lost his daughter to her previous identity —— time for some quick damage control. I managed to bump Joe and steer him aside. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I squeezed reassuringly. "Joe, she's still your Janet. Her soul may have been Kit twenty years ago, but she's another person now, the one you and Jane raised, nurtured and loved. That hasn't changed —— she hasn't changed. Janet may feel an almost supernatural affinity for Pie, Jo, and Paul, because of that old connection, but it's a gut-reaction, not full-blown memories. Besides, wouldn't you want the daughter you love so much to be comfortable with and love your best friend and his wives?"
Joe smiled wanly and said sheepishly, "I guess I was overreacting, huh? Good thing you noticed, David, and set me straight before I said or did something stupid. Thanks." I said nothing, just shrugged and gave Joe's shoulder another squeeze then moved off to join the others.
After another brief hug with each of the aunts, and a more restrained introduction to Paul, Janet moved to my side, slipped an arm about me and snuggled comfortably into me as if we had always been together. It felt so-o-o goo-ood to have this young beauty curled warmly into my side, and the view down her dress, we-ell...
Still, I wondered what must be going through her mind. Hell! She had only met me an hour or so ago, a tumultuous event for both of us, and here we were arms about each other like long-time lovers. Even if the girls had told her a little about Karen and Bob, the poor dear still had to be at least just a little confused, wouldn't ya think?
Pie and Kit tied on their little cover wraps. The kids sorted out the grandparents so each adult held the hand of at least one child. Then as a group, kids chattering happily, we all moved toward the house where I saw My Wives setting up lunch on two picnic tables they had pulled together. Janet seemed to be over her emotional overload with Pie, and exchanged friendly barbs with her dad and Paul as we walked to the house.
As we approached the house, I observed to my utter surprise — Not!! — that My Wives, like the nymphet curled into my side, had changed into those lovely summer dresses, and they all, without exception, buttoned down the front, with — you guessed it — a couple buttons undone to reveal some tantalizing cleavage. Even Riekie and Diane, who had trouble finding comfortable clothes as their pregnancies advanced, had managed to find dresses that not only fit, but looked wonderful, too. Like Janet's, their dresses all sported high empire waists, accentuating their breasts, and for Diane and Riekie, at the same time allowing the full skirts to billow loosely over their distended tummies.
Once we were all gathered together, Diane bade us be quiet for a few minutes while she said a prayer of Thanksgiving to the Goddess. Her prayer closed with a warm welcome to our family for Janet, Joe, and the little girls. When we sat to table, Carol placed Janet by my left side with Diane to Janet's left and she took my right side, with Riekie on her right. The kids were all seated directly across from us. I noticed as we ate that Diane kept Janet cuddled close, and she frequently laid her head on Diane's shoulder in easy repose. Carol might be the First Wife, but from what I saw, Diane was definitely affirming her position as our mother figure.
Lunch, as usual for a meal at the Lloyd's, was a happy, noisy affair, and with the two picnic tables allowing us all to sit together, the fun just went round the table as Joe and Paul got us all involved in silly pop-up games. When the last of the food had been consumed, the women declared lunch complete, and shooed the rest of us from the table. When the kids asked about dessert, they were directed to the 'Mr. Freezie' cooler. Being consummate gentlemen we menfolk volunteered for kitchen duty and we soon had the dishes, such as they were from a picnic that used many disposables, cleaned and put away while the women relaxed over tea. Some thoughtful individual had also made a pot of coffee, which, despite the heat, was a wonderful closer to the meal for us men.
After lunch, the kids wanted to go back to the beach. Paul and Joe told me quietly they'd watch them for the afternoon if we wanted to go for a walk with Janet so we could get to know her a little better with a modicum of privacy. Pie and Jo knew what they were up to and beamed their approval at them. Similarly, those ladies said they would watch Benjie and Katelyn for the same reason. Of course, that pair chose then to wake up and demand feeding and changing — in that order too, thank you very much.
Carol grabbed Janet as her assistant, and led her off, each with a baby on their hip. While Carol fed the babes and Janet helped change them, I ran up to our room and changed from my baggies into more comfortable walking shorts, my usual summer apparel. When I returned downstairs, Diane and Riekie helped me put together a pack so we could take some drinks with us. It was indeed a very warm day, and the only reasons we seriously contemplated a walk in the afternoon heat was the shade of the trail and a fairly stiff breeze.
We were finished our little chores long before Carol and Janet finished up with the twins. I took advantage of that and slipped into Joe's end of the house to use the phone without being overheard. It didn't take me long to place my orders. I took a flier on the sizes. The one item was in stock, and they would try to have it delivered later today, as the courier they used made a Saturday run to the city near us. Diverting to the cottage would be a small matter. I offered to pay a bonus if they could do it. The other item had to be custom ordered but they would try to expedite delivery for the time I would need it.
It wasn't long before Carol and Janet returned with the twins. Together we went down to the beach area and handed them off to the tender care of Pie and Jo for the afternoon. Carol told them, "I expressed some milk and put it in the fridge. With what I expressed this morning and last night, there should be enough to feed them a couple times if we're late. We'll be back in time for supper, I think, but just in case, why don't we plan on a late supper, about seven or a little after? You two know what's planned, and the meat is set out to thaw. I'm sure these two big strong men can get it on the barbecue for you..."
Pie and Jo just laughed and told us to get going, while those 'two big strong men' took a bow and flexed their biceps. I never knew Paul could be so much fun and such a cut-up. Joe and Paul together made a formidable comic team, especially when they deliberately thickened their accents — Joe's lyrical Irish brogue and Paul's clipped Dutch with it's occasional noun/adjective juxtaposition — to work a gag. I had this irreverent wish to hear them perform their variant of 'Who's on First?' — they were certainly of an age to be familiar with the works of Abbot and Costello. I thought it would be a riot.
With everything arranged for us to be away all afternoon, we returned to the house where I shouldered our pack of drinks then we turned up the old trail. As we strolled I always had a warm, shapely body under each arm, although they kept rotating in and out on a schedule only they understood. We meandered easily along, in no rush, holding the pace down so our mothers-to-be were not stressed. Once again, I was strolling up that trail with a young beauty snuggled on either side, but this time with two more always in the wings. The two not currently under my arms usually made a point of walking several paces in front, giving me and the two with me, that marvelous view of nubile buttocks clad only in light cotton shifts to cover their shapely hips, that wonderful tik-tok motion twitching the material of their dresses enticingly. The King was indeed back!
As we strolled, for the benefit of the other two — although Diane had heard most of it the night before — Carol, Riekie and I reminisced on the various spots along the trail that held some significant memory, like 'Riekie's rock', and the glen at the turn around where we had shared so much loving and had so many heart-to-heart talks.
As we ambled along reminiscing, with Janet's questions trying to put a particular anecdote in some perspective, the anecdotes actually devolved into a linear recollection of our complete story, with different ones taking turns telling the various parts. Over the course of the entire lovely summer afternoon, we managed to relate to Janet most of our story as we walked and talked and played.
Janet was very impressed with the 'Vision-in-White' part of the story, and very obviously checked out Carol's legs when I told how she had become the yardstick by which I measured all others. Carol was visibly thrilled when Janet looked up, grinned and said, "The man was and is absolutely right about those legs. Betty Grable didn't have anything on you!" I was especially pleased that Janet not only knew who Betty Grable was, but also her claim to fame as the 'girl with the million-dollar legs'.
We got to the part of our story where the three of us were about to head to the old barn for Riekie's wedding celebration just as we reached the entrance to the tree-lined old road that led to that very same old barn. As per my instructions, Joe had deliberately left the entrance to the old road overgrown and therefore easy to miss unless you knew it was there and where to look. I stopped, hesitating and looking a question at My Wives, especially Carol and Riekie. All three of My Wives caught the hesitation, then smiled and nodded. I turned Janet to face me and cupping her cherubic face in my hands I said quietly. "Sweetheart, close your eyes. We have a surprise for you."
Janet closed her eyes tightly. Carol and Riekie each took one of her hands. Diane and I held hands and stepped through into the old roadbed. We stepped to one side and still holding hands, turned to face across the road and found ourselves looking out into one of the fields at tall grass waving gently in the afternoon breeze, a scene of almost ethereal pastoral beauty.
Diane whispered, "It was beautiful last night, but today it takes my breath away."
When we were set, I spoke quietly, hesitant to disturb the serenity of the scene. "OK."
I held the branches aside and helped them step through, Carol and Riekie guiding Janet so she wouldn't trip. They stopped just inside, with Diane and me in front and to one side, facing across the road. Carol and Riekie each slipped an arm securely around Janet's waist. As they helped Janet the last bit I turned to face them. I noticed one or two more buttons on Janet's dress had mysteriously come undone, with a lot more teenaged breast showing than before. Like Riekie before her, I thought maybe she was trying to seduce me ... And it was working...
However tempting, I couldn't go all the way with her yet — we hadn't had a chance to discuss our feelings for each other or her feelings for the girls and vice-versa. Besides, someone else had dibs on today's festivities of a carnal nature, that is, if we ever got to that part of what I hoped would happen today. Speaking of which, I now noticed that both Carol and Riekie's bodices had mysteriously come unbuttoned, revealing some delectable cleavage which caused a stirring in my pants, not that it would have taken much this day. I had been sporting major wood off and on since we first went to the beach and Carol revealed her 'Wicked Weasel' micro-kini.
When Carol and Riekie nodded to me they were ready, I whispered, barely heard over the hum of bees and the chattering of those omnipresent red squirrels, "OK, Honey, open your eyes."
From where we stood just inside the entrance, the old road immediately opened up into a tree-lined boulevard. The early afternoon sun filtering through the leaves overhead dappled the path. The path itself was soft with years of old leaves and redolent with the colours of the wildflowers Joe had sewn. The hot summer air was cooled by a hint of a breeze. Even after all the intervening years, it was still an extremely magical and romantic spot.
Janet opened her eyes, gasped, and staggered, only Carol and Riekie's firm grip around her waist keeping her on her feet. She soon recovered her balance, and with tears streaming down her face, she whispered in awe, "It's real! I have dreamt of this place so many times! It! Is! Actually! Real! Daddy told me when he was clearing the trail that there was a special spot you didn't want anyone else but him to visit. He said it was really beautiful and you only allowed true lovers to go there. He wouldn't let me go with him when he worked on the trail, so I didn't even know where to look. But ... I feel I already know this place! It's so beautiful ... so romantic!"
Then it all came out in a breathless rush as Janet moved around among the four of us reaching up and touching a face tenderly or softly squeezing a hand. "I've dreamt of this place so many times since I was little, actually as long as I can remember! There were always three other people with me that I shared a deep love with, but I could never see their faces. That is, until recently. Sometime over the winter, I can't remember when for sure, a fourth person started to appear in my dreams and I could hear kids laughing and playing. I could almost make out the faces of my dream loves, but never quite. Now I see this place and the faces of four wonderful people and I know who was in my dreams. Muffin, you were the one missing until last winter, weren't you?"
Muffin drew Janet into an embrace and before answering, kissed her tenderly on the tip of her nose, Janet being the only one of us short enough for her to do so without standing on tippy-toes. "Yes, I married David after the big split, and it was several years before I heard the story of Carol Anne and Riekie. Then I joined their knot last Christmas Eve. By that time, I'd had since September to get used to the idea, and had already fallen in love with both my wives — Carol Anne over the phone, and Riekie through a dream connection that was more real than dream.
"Oh Goddess, Doll, there is just so much to tell you, none of us know where to start and I'm sure it often sounds like we're starting a story in the middle. I think your dreams are similar, but more dream than real, because only you experienced them, unlike Riekie and I who would had the same dream at the same time. We even made love to each other in our dreams. Now I have you to love, too." Diane sealed her last comment with one of her soul kisses that left Janet panting and starry-eyed.
Carol broke the moment. "C'mon guys, we're burning daylight." Then she took off down the trail like she had that other time, skipping away from us. Janet giggled and scampered off to follow Carol. They were like children in their enthusiasm to explore and play. They helped each other climb up on one of the old stone fences that ran between the trees, and did a precarious-looking balancing act walk to the next tree.
Carol jumped down, her dress billowing up, revealing those fabulous thighs and a flash of sexy panties, which she hardly ever wore. Janet followed her off the wall, jumping higher, so as she descended, her dress billowed higher and longer, also revealing firm trim thighs and very sexy, very brief, bikini panties similar to Carol's. Carol and Janet faced each other and joining hands, swung around as if playing ring-around-the-rosie, dresses flaring, again giving us tantalizing flashes of creamy thighs and sexy panties. Riekie, Diane and I laughed at their antics, thrilled by their joie-de-vivre. Privately I observed that as her soul had transitioned from Kit to her current persona, Janet had lost none of her sense of play. I wondered if she had also retained Kit's wicked, irreverent sense of humour and her seemingly bottomless pool of jokes to relate. I hoped so.
We resumed our stroll, following the cavorting Janet and Carol. Janet stunned us all when in her joy and excitement she suddenly squealed then executed a perfect cartwheel, giving us all a wonderful look at her shapely legs and perfect bum, covered by the tiniest of lacy panties.
Carol and Janet skipped on ahead. Riekie and Diane took advantage, and snuggled into my sides as we strolled up the old trail. My arms comfortably around their bulging waists, they each laid their head on a shoulder as we walked. No matter which way I turned my head, I had a fabulous view into the top of a dress. Their nipples weren't exposed, but I could see the full curve of their swollen breasts.
I had been married to these lovely creatures for over twenty years in total, and had yet to tire of sneaking peeks at their beautiful boobies. Must be a guy thing, eh? — we can be around a woman all our adult lives, able to see her completely nude almost anytime we want, and be intimately familiar with every inch of her flesh, but let her dress so we only catch the occasional glimpse of skin, and we're trying to look down her bodice or up her skirt like a thirteen-year-old. Go figure...
Occasionally the three of us paused along the trail to admire the wild flowers while Carol and Janet poked around up ahead. Really getting into the exploration thing, Carol was showing Janet all the interesting things she had discovered all those years ago. At one of our quick stops, first Riekie, then Diane turned her face up in silent supplication. I bent my lips to each in turn and we exchanged tender lovers' kisses. Then they reached around me and kissed each other equally tenderly. It wasn't one of those torrid French jobs, but watching them still managed to get my penis stirring — again! — treacherous organ!
"Get a room!"
At the sudden intrusion of noise, the girls broke reluctantly from their magical kiss, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Riekie had stars in her blue orbs and Diane's brown ones glittered similarly. That kiss and that gaze told the whole world just how much they loved each other.
We turned toward the sound of Carol's voice. Riekie asked, "W-what?"
"I said, get a room! You guys are too hot to be doing that in public."
She then ran happily up and threw her arms around the three of us. Janet ran up with her, but hung back from the physical contact. "That was a beautiful thing to see." She kissed all of us lightly on the lips, then releasing us, turned to Janet who was watching quietly, envy, uncertainty and that 'fifth-wheel' look disturbing her lovely features.
"Don't just stand there, Girl! Get over here! You're one of us, now, and we don't want one of us to ever feel left out. You never have to ask to hug or kiss one or all of us — you just do it."
Carol slipped her left arm around Riekie, then stepped back a little to open our circle. She and Diane then held their free arms out to Janet, beckoning her into our circle. As if pulled inexorably forward by a magnet, Janet took a couple hesitant steps toward us, then with a squeal of joy, she rushed to us and joined in our group hug. We held the hug, passing light kisses around the group, with Janet a full and eager participant. Then Carol took Janet by the hand and they skipped away from us again, laughing and chattering together like a pair of kids. Riekie, Diane and I resumed our stroll, following the cavorting pair.
At the halfway point I remembered, I called a rest because the pack was starting to cut my shoulders a bit, but mostly to give Riekie and Diane a break. There was the low spot in one of the walls, forming a natural seat. I moved to it, slipped the pack off and sat on the stones. The other two came skipping back wondering what the holdup was. I explained about the pregnant ladies needing a rest.
As I sat, Riekie and Diane just leaned on my shoulders Riekie on my right, Diane on my left. I couldn't resist. From this position, my hands easily reached below their knees. Almost absently, I raised my hands and caressed the back and inside of each girl's closer leg from below her knee up her thigh to just below her buttocks. What a rush! Feeling up two beautiful women at the same time! Their skin was incredibly smooth and almost hot to the touch. As my hands moved simultaneously up the backs of their thighs under their hemlines, fingers curved to stroke the more tender inner flesh, I felt each of them tremble as they synchronized their sensations through their empathy.
Their hands tensed and relaxed rhythmically on my shoulders as my hands worked higher under their dresses. First Diane, then Riekie, shifted her weight slightly, allowing thighs to part so my fingers could move higher. My hands retreated back down their legs, teasing, fingers trailing lightly then resumed their upward attack toward the Promised Land — times two. As my hands got to the highest point of their caress, lightly stroking against their very apex, I expected to touch panties, but to my everlasting delight discovered bare, moist flesh.
Hot damn! My Girls (My Girls!) were commando — I had wondered when I caught a glimpse of Carol's sexy undies! I stroked lightly through their slits, eliciting gasps from both. First one then the other shuddered a little and moaned softly. I ran my fingers lightly again through their now swampy creases, soaking my fingers, and gently strummed their engorged clits on the way past. I glanced at their lovely faces. Both were staring into space, biting their lower lips, panting slightly, with their hips gyrating gently.
I heard Carol and Janet returning from their forward reconnaissance. Reluctantly, I let my hands fall away from Riekie's and Diane's saturated pussies. As Carol came skipping up to us like a six-year-old, singing a happy little ditty, Janet a few steps behind, I withdrew my hands from under two dresses, very pointedly sniffed a finger of each hand, then deliberately and slowly sucked each finger clean. They skipped up to us. I was thoroughly impressed with Carol. Except for the merry twinkle in her eye, and the casual way she licked her lips, she never let on she had seen a thing. Janet, a few steps behind was blocked from view and I doubted she had seen what I did.
Under the circumstances, I had to consider Janet's sensibilities. After all, she'd only just met us, and here I was making very obvious erotic gestures and contemplating making love to at least one of my wives right in front of her. I knew I wouldn't bother Carol's exhibitionist streak in the least. Maybe the others could take her off exploring while I had my fun ... Nah! Wouldn't be fair to the others. Well, we'd just have to wing it, then.
"You guys gonna sit here all day?"
"Nope, these two are better now. Let's move on."
I stood up, stretching a bit. Riekie and Diane each rested an arm on my shoulders leaving my arms free. Carol and Janet had moved in fairly close. I slipped my arms around two supple waists and pulled them to me. I kissed each of them as tenderly as Riekie and Diane had kissed. First Carol, then in her turn, Janet melted into me. Janet's kiss was especially warm and sweet, open mouth, with just a hint of tongue. As I released her, she looked into my eyes. I looked into hers, those gorgeous green orbs that now owned my very soul. There were stars there, too.
"I love you, Janet Jasmine."
A brief hesitation and a little blush then a heartfelt, "I love you too, David."
Then she giggled, twisted gently out of my embrace and grabbing Carol's hand, ran a few steps ahead.
"C'mon lazy bones, lets get moving."
I slipped the pack back on, pulled my pregnant lovers closer, gave each a small, tender kiss, and followed after the lead pair. Janet had slowed down and walked like she was in dreamland. We were all having a very good time in our own way, but I think Janet might actually have been enjoying it the most. She later told me, during one of those warm and fuzzy post-coital quiet time conversations all true lovers enjoy, she was living her dream become reality, and having the time of her young life.
I pulled up again a few minutes later. We weren't far from the old barn. Temporarily releasing Diane and Riekie, I shifted my pack on my shoulders as Carol and Janet came skipping back. I pulled Janet into my arms and kissed her very tenderly. She stiffened momentarily then responded by molding that delightful young hard-body to mine. As I released her from the kiss, and we stood gazing at each other, I asked, "Having a good time so far?"
"Mmmm-hmmm. I don't understand how it happened but David, I love you so much. We only just met a few hours ago, yet you seem to know what turns me on, even when you're not trying to. It's absolutely beautiful here."
"Glad you like it. Does that mean I can have another of those delightful kisses, or are they rationed?"
"You can have as many as you like."
"One'll do for now."
She reached her lips up to mine, and blew me away with a mix of tenderness and passion. She gave me just enough tongue to tease and incite. I had a full blown hard-on poking out the front of my shorts when we broke. She rubbed her pelvis into me playfully and giggled softly.
"Somebody liked that kiss, I think."
Still holding her gaze, I brought my left hand up to her right breast, cupped it and squeezed gently.
"I think somebody else does, too."
She gasped as I felt her oh, so firm breast quicken and harden. She made no attempt to remove my hand.
I freed Janet from my arms and reconnecting with Diane and Riekie, we resumed our journey. Presently we rounded a bend, and there before us stood the old barn, gleaming golden in the early afternoon sun, much as we'd left it that other August so long ago. Though derelict, it had a charm and beauty born of age. Even from a distance, I could see where Joe had made repairs, belying the fact that after twenty years it should have been little more than a heap of rubble on the ground.
Carol came bouncing back to us, her delectable boobies jiggling delightfully. "Looks like Joe did a super job on the barn, too. Are we stopping here?"
"Yes, My Love. This is your day today, if you want it."
Janet looked at us quizzically as Carol whooped and threw her arms around my neck. "Yes! Oh goodie! It's been too long, and this is the perfect spot!"
Janet's confusion deepened into mystification as Riekie and Diane simply exchanged knowing looks.
Instead of running off in front again, Carol moved to Riekie's free side, and they slipped an arm round each other. Diane beckoned Janet to her free side and they too slipped their arms about each other. Then, five abreast, we approached the old barn. As we got closer, we could see clearly some of the repairs Joe had made. The missing boards had been replaced, although they still looked on the weathered side — either Joe had successfully salvaged the ones lying on the ground, or he had found a source of used barn board. I suspected a little of both — Joe would salvage what he could then source out the rest. The steel missing from the roof last fall had been replaced with new, the shiny new contrasting sharply with the oxidized grey of the old. Over-all the structure looked firm and sound.
I led them around to the back, and opened the double doors that once resisted and protested loudly at being disturbed. Now they slid easily without audible complaint on their overhead tracks since Joe freed the rollers and lubed them. Arms linked, the five of us entered our hideaway.