After helping Val up to the bathroom, I went back downstairs, and started fixing myself some breakfast. Despite all Carol and I had just done, it was still fairly early. I put some coffee on, and sat down to a bowl of cereal of some kind. I'm not fussy. I can eat anything. When it comes to cereal, I grab the first box I come to, and don't bother reading the label.
About the time the coffee was finished brewing, Dad stumbled into the kitchen. He looked like he'd been rode hard and put away wet. In a sense, I guess he had... I set a coffee in front of him. He accepted it gratefully. I sensed he wanted to talk. I always liked talking with Dad. He had a no-nonsense view of life and a disarming, but razor-sharp wit. He rarely got angry with us. He always preferred to talk it through. He wouldn't yell and scream. He'd just go through it with you so you could see what lessons could be learned. A talk with Dad was never boring, and even the most serious issues were handled with tact, care, and an eye to learn from the experience.
"After we got home last night, I had quite talk with Val. We were up 'til after three. I heard the things she said to you about you and Carol that at first disturbed me. My main question now, is just how serious are you two?"
"Right now, Dad, to be honest, we're hopelessly, madly in love. If that lasts only time will tell."
"My God, Son! When did you grow up so fast? You talk almost like a man my age."
"Dad, you've always taught me to be responsible, to think carefully about my actions, to think of others. I think all the things you and Mom have taught me all my life finally started coming together when I faced my first 'adult' situation: meeting a girl, falling in love, dealing with the sex issue. It's only been about a month, but I think realizing I'd found the love of my life on my first try woke something up in me that was there all along. That 'something' was my upbringing. I think it probably means you and Mom did a good job after all. I KNOW this is no teenage fantasy. Our feelings for each other are so deep. We connect on almost every level of our being."
"Do you have any long range plans?"
"Yes and no. Yes, we both want to go on to college. No, we haven't discussed the future, except that we both decided we want babies, but not any time soon. If that means no intercourse, then that's what it'll be. You knew, from your talk with Val, that we are sexually active at some level, although last night was the first really 'intimate' thing that's happened. And from what Val and I overheard outside your door this morning, you're aware of the newest development. By the way, did you guys get off as hard as Val? The poor kid came down to get a drink, and overheard the whole thing. She was in a state when I found her. I helped her up to the bathroom, to take a nice long bath, just like Carol. I think she's still in there."
Dad's face had paled, when I told him I knew they listened in on our phone sex. He valued his own, and our privacy very highly, and he was uncomfortably aware he had violated that privacy.
"I can't condone what your mother and I did this morning, but I can explain how it happened. You were speaking so quietly, we thought you were already off the phone. It had been quite a while since it first rang. Your mother was going to call Celia before she left for Toronto. She heard you setting the scene for Carol for the 'big one'. She was entranced, she had a Cheshire cat grin and told me I 'just have to hear this, it's so sweet'. That's how I got involved. What you were doing to that girl with just your voice was so erotic, your mother became involved. Jeezus! I've seen that woman turned on, but not like that. Didn't you hear her scream? You know we have good sex. That's no secret around here. We make enough noise at the best of times, and we've always been open with you kids. Still, we had some of the best sex this morning we ever had, thanks to you and Carol."
He was grinning happily at the memory when he finished.
"No. I didn't hear Val scream either, and she was right outside this door. She got hit by both orgasms. I was so into it with Carol that I was there, with her. You coulda set a bomb off outside the house, and I probably wouldn't have heard it."
"Well, after hearing what I heard last night, I was all prepared to come down hard on the birds and bees thing with you, but you're light years ahead of that. In some ways, you show more maturity than me. So my big speech just got tossed. There is one bit of wisdom that I can give you, though. Do with it what you will. For all your sexual sophistication, you're still a 15-almost-16 year old boy. Your hormones are raging. They've never found a cure for that. Just be careful, Son, that your teenage cock head doesn't take you for a ride your head knows not to. OK?"
"OK, Dad. Thanks. I think that's probably good advice. You've never steered me wrong, yet."
The phone rang. Dad answered it.
"It's for you. It's Carol. Are you guys going for round two?"
"That was the plan, but I think someone else's plans might be at work, now. You weren't the only ones listening in. I heard one other phone hang up."
I took the phone from him. "Hello?"
"Hi Lover!"
"Jeez, you sound chipper. You OK?"
"I've never felt better since a certain gentleman helped me with a certain problem."
"You don't have to be coy, Carol Anne. Everyone here, with the possible exception of Heather, knows exactly what we did this morning."
"Are we in trouble?
"Not unless this morning's fun left us pregnant, and somehow I doubt that."
She giggled. Dad grinned.
"No, it's just that we had an audience over here. Val heard the whole performance, ended up in a state similar to you, and is now happily, dreamily soaking in a tub."
I heard a giggle.
"Mom picked up the phone to call someone else. She got on in time to participate in the Big One. Dad says he's never seen her like that. I knew they'd listened, 'cause I heard them talking when I helped Val to the bathroom. Oh, yeah! She got involved, too, when she came to get drink and overheard us! Poor kid! She could hardly walk. Anyway, if it's any consolation, I heard Mom say, and I quote 'God, what he did for that girl was so beautiful!' Dad had prepared a great big speech for me for today, because of stuff he overheard last night. Val saw your second orgasm too, and was really impressed that we could do that fully dressed. She mentioned it to me in the car. Hell! She even cuddled me! After this morning, he tossed his prepared speech, and now his advice basically boils down to 'Watch out for teenage hormones.' So everything's fine here. We always were open about things here. It may have reached a new level, is all. I think if you want to go on to the next phase, like we planned, they would soon make themselves scarce."
"Well, I'm glad things are OK over there. They're not so good here. If you can suffer a little longer, I think we'll have to wait for another time."
"I thought you said you were OK."
"David, I am. Never better. Still al little weak, but otherwise walking on a cloud, thanks to you. Have I told you today I love you?"
"Several times this morning, but it might have been the heat of passion."
Dad was starting to enjoy this. He was grinning from ear to ear, even though he could only hear my side of the conversation.
"David, stop teasing. I'm serious. I love you so much, it hurts."
I was chastened. "Thanks Baby. I love you that much and more. Now what's wrong over there?"
A giggle. "Somebody got caught having illicit phone sex."
"You?"
"No, Silly. It was very carefully explained to me, that our phone sex was not illicit because we both participated with the full knowledge and consent of the other, even if we are underage. I was also informed that what we did was far better than the foolishness that goes on in the back seats of parked cars. That is almost a direct quote. There was just one request from my informant. Could I tone down the noise? <giggle>Apparently, it sounded like a fire siren, but we're not altogether sure that was me. I dunno. I never heard a thing except me."
"I understand. I had two extra females screaming over here, one right outside the doorway. I didn't hear anybody but you. You were loud, but you didn't sound like a fire siren. I've read that some women do, though. Now, give me the full story. I'll try not to interrupt. I wish we had a speaker phone. I have a notion my family would love this, if it's what I think it is, and it's OK with you."
"I don't mind at all."
"Just a sec... Dad, go upstairs and pick up the other phone. You and Mom should listen to this. If Val's out of the tub, have her listen too. I think we're going to find out who was the other party listening."
Dad ran upstairs, grinning. Shortly, we heard a very audible click on the line, as some one picked up the upstairs phone. We could hear extra background noise, too. Mom and Dad were making very sure this time that we knew they were there.
"You KNEW there were other people listening, David?"
"Not until we were hanging up. I heard two other clicks of phones being cradled, just as you and me said goodbye. I love you and respect you too much to make a private thing public on purpose. This morning was for you and you alone. It was nobody else's business."
A new female voice broke in. "Can I say something, Dave?"
"Go ahead, Mom."
"Carol, first of all, Don and I want to apologize for invading your and Dave's privacy this morning. We're very sorry for our behavior. Dave is absolutely right. That was meant as a gift to you, from someone who obviously loves you very much, and those of us who listened in for our own vicarious thrill, cheapened that gift. Having said that, what Dave did for you this morning was one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard. You must be one very special lady. Now I'll shut up and just listen to your story. I'm getting all teary eyed. Thank you for inviting us to hear your story."
"Thanks, Mrs. Lloyd."
"Thanks Mom. Now, Carol Anne Scott, will you pu-lease tell us what's going on."
"Well, my mom turns out to be a lot more open minded than I ever dreamed. The bathroom I was in is right next door to her room. I was using the speaker phone and I had the speaker turned up pretty loud so I could hear over the tub filling. Mom heard me talking, and then she could hear you on the speaker. She couldn't hear all that was said, but heard enough, especially once I got panting and thrashing around, to figure out there was a good case of phone sex going on. She heard me say your name, so she was pretty sure who I was doing it with. As she told me, what we were doing was a lot better and safer than what goes on in the back seats of parked cars. It was, as she put it, between two individuals, with the full knowledge and consent of each other. That's also why she didn't say anything yesterday when I jumped your bones in the dining room.
"Any way, she figured out what we were doing, and just kept her ears open so I didn't hurt myself. Well, on the 'Big One', as you so cutely called it, when I screamed your name, she heard another scream coming from our room. Thinking that I was the only one involved, she immediately thought something else had happened to either Riekie or Joanne. She ran to our room, burst in the door, and there was the two of them, wrapped around the phone, frigging themselves like crazy! They had been listening in, got involved, and you know the rest. Mom didn't mind them having phone sex. After all, she was OK with you and me. What made her mad was that they were using ours, without our knowledge or consent. They're in deep trouble for breaking our trust. They won't say which one of them decided to listen in, or how they found out about it."
"How they found out, is likely about the same way that Mom found out. One of them tried to use the phone, heard us, became intrigued, and called the other one over. The more devious way would have been for one of them to have followed you to the bathroom, overheard you using the phone in there, and then deliberately picking up the phone to listen.
"The first way is a little bit excusable, as it starts out accidentally. The insult to our privacy, is deciding to stay on the line, once you realize it's already being used. The second way is totally inexcusable because the person knows the line is being used, and listens in anyway.
"If we have another of these experiences, we'll hafta find a way to protect our privacy. The only way I can think of to do that is for each of us to get our own private line, with only one phone on it. Dad, didn't you look into a second line for here last year?"
"Hi, Carol. Welcome to our family. We don't like Mr. or Mrs. -- makes us feel old. You can call us by our first names, or you can call us Mom and Dad."
"Thanks, Mr... uh... Dad."
"And thank you, Carol. You chose the one we prefer. Dave, regarding the second private line, it's quite expensive. There's a hefty installation fee, and then the monthly phone bill, plus long distance charges. I don't know if either family can afford it, just so you two can have phone sex. Safe as it is, and an intriguing idea, I don't think it's practical."
"Thanks, Dad. I thought as much. So, Baby, if we're to have any fun at all, we're gonna have to come up with a plan 'B'. Either that, or take our chances with our privacy. Was that all?"
"David, you know that's not all. My mom wants you to come over and stay tonight, so we can leave early tomorrow for the cottage. You'll have to sleep with Bob. As much as I'd like you in with me, Mom would freak. Oh yeah, and there's a couple people who are supposed to beg our forgiveness, but only when we're both here <Giggle>"
"Mom. Dad. I'm going to discuss some things now with Carol Anne that you might find strange. You can listen in if you want, or you can hang up. It's your decision. Is that OK with you, Baby?"
"Yeah, sure. Why are you calling me Baby now?"
"Same reason you call me Lover. It's a pet name. Lover seems pretty straight forward as to how you arrived at it. Baby is a common pet name. I use it because you want one, but can't have it. Not yet, anyway. It may sound cruel, but it's not. If you don't like it, I'll come up with another one. 'Puss' maybe <chuckle>. Lets think about it, anyway."
"I don't mind Baby at all, I was just wondering why you started. I was just getting used to Carol Anne <giggle>."
'Oh! The confusion thing... Maybe you're right. I'll think about it. Anyway, did you say that both girls were masturbating to our little show today?"
"Yeah."
"Cool! When I'm over there tonight, I want you to jump my bones right in front of them. If Riekie keeps her composure, and doesn't 'faint', some good may have really come out of this. I also want to find out how they came to be listening in the first place. If it started out accidentally, that's one thing. If it was deliberate prying, we've all got a problem."
"You don't have to ask me to jump your bones, Silly. It's more likely you'll have to fight me off."
"Fat chance of me doing that!" <chuckle>
"Jeezus, Son. I asked earlier when you grew up so much. You're too damn reasonable to be a kid anymore. Maybe I'll look into that phone thing a little closer."
"Thanks, Dad. Carol Anne, when do you want me to come over?"
"The sooner the better, David."
"Mom?"
"All packed and ready to go"
"I knew there was a reason I never ran away from home. Mom And Dad, you're the best."
"Ditto from Carol Anne."
"Ok, Carol Anne Scott/Baby/Puss, I'll see you in a little while. Dad?"
"What? Oh yeah, sure. We can leave as soon as your bags are loaded. 'Bye, Carol."
"Bye... Dad<giggle> Bye... Mom<giggle>."
"Good bye David. See you in a bit. I love you. "
"'Bye Carol Anne. I love you too."