After that first wonderful weekend I knew my decision to open myself up to love and life had been the right one. We spent long hours talking about anything and everything; we ate the delicious food that Ben lovingly prepared; we caressed, massaged and touched each other every chance we got. My heart and soul swam in the warmth of feelings that were precious and new and my body gloried in the attention we all gave it. I was being nourished not just by wonderful comfort food, but by warm hugs, sweet caresses and beautiful lovemaking.
I hadn't realized exactly how much I'd been missing out on in my rather lonely life. I had convinced myself that my life was full and I everything I needed, beautiful art I could lovingly run my fingers across, music that filled up my senses; everything I'd been carefully collecting for so long.
Jerry made me realize that there was nothing more beautiful than the human body; the pure shape and feel of a living, breathing person made art seem bland and lifeless. Ben made me realize that the sound of a human voice, flowing like a soft caress or burning like hot fire, made music seem like overdesigned mathematical constructions.
Not quite ready to give up my world of music and art, I experimented; finding that certain types of music could sharpen the feelings that the brothers generated in me. Soft, slow tones would also make for soft, slow lovemaking and quicker, sharper beats would make for more active, vigorous sex activities; and I loved it all.
I found that a caress could feel different, depending on what part of your hands β or the rest of your body β you used, in what pattern and with what speed, the amount of pressure applied and a lot of other small but important things. The thought hit me that the softest part of any human body was nothing compared to the cold smoothness of some of the beautiful fabrics that I owned. After hunting down some of my most cherished underwear, scarfs and sheets a happy afternoon of exploring ensued.
My thirst for knowledge about everything sensual and sexual knew no bounds, and both of the brothers were helpfully giving me all the information I could possibly need by simply showing me or by answering the questions I dared ask.
Ben had finally told me that they'd opened the boxes with my toys, and we spent some hours unpacking, storing and β yes β trying some of them out. In the end we all had our personal favorites but even Jerry had to admit that it would take more than one day to test all of them. When he solemnly swore he would get through them all β someday, Ben and I looked at each other and started laughing loudly at the very decisive, focused look on Jerry's face.
When Monday morning came I woke up as a new woman, rich from hundreds of new experiences, feeling warm and loveable in a way I had never done before. The urge to stay in bed for the rest of my life was strong, but a complete personality change doesn't happen over just one weekend. I still had a job to go to, and considering how much time the brother's had spent taking care of me they probably did too.
When I had showered and dressed in a gray skirt and blouse I was treated to breakfast, which I ate enthusiastically, pretending not to notice the brothers silently communicating with each other.
"You're not going to work, are you?" Jerry asked with a frown.
I nodded and continued eating.
"No you're not," Ben stated harshly "it's not safe! That man might still be hanging around, waiting to get his hands on you again!"
"You haven't recovered fully yet," Jerry said shaking his head "you should give it a few more days! Have you looked at your face today?"
I knew that it would be completely safe for me to go to work, but I had to agree that perhaps I wasn't quite as recovered as I thought I would to be. After taking one last long look at my colorful face I finally conceded and logged on from home to work my way through the most critical tasks. After a couple of hours of comfortably structured work I called my boss and we decided I would be back in the office by Wednesday; I was still "an important spoke in the well-oiled machinery of C&C Financial Management".
As I had done a couple of times over the weekend, I also made a quick call to Mary to see if she had any news about Rose, but she cancelled my call and when I called Rose there was no answer. I worried, but didn't really know how to help with a situation I didn't know that much about. I hoped Mary would call as soon as she could, as I had asked her to in messages, both spoken and texted.
After hours of productive work, now and then interrupted by thoughts of my lovely weekend, I yawned, stretched and laughed when I felt the ache in my stiff muscles. Allowing my mind to drift away for just a short moment, I realized that we hadn't spent any talking about the future. In fact, I didn't even know when I would see them again. I thought back to the two long kisses I had gotten as they said goodbye in the morning and with a smile and a nod I decided chances were good that I'd see them again that evening.
I guess it wasn't really surprising when I feel asleep in the sofa some hours later, my exhausted body and whirling mind needing some time to regroup and recover. I slept for at least an hour before Ben woke me up as he slid into the sofa, lifted my head and placed it in his lap.
"Hey," I whispered as I righted myself and leaned in close, resting my head on his shoulder "how's your day been?"
"Productive but somewhat unfocused," he answered, keeping his voice as low as mine "this is a nick from a saw, when I started thinking about that green half-cup underwear thing of yours; and that blue nail there is from where I accidently hit myself when I started thinking about the many uses of silk scarfs..."
I laughed softly thinking about the way I had been interrupted by thoughts all day long. I guess sitting by a computer was a lot safer than handling tools or heavy machinery.
I sat beside Ben in silence thinking about the short time we had known each other, the many things that had happened and how utterly safe and comfortable he made me feel. Those feelings of trust and friendship were now heavily mixed with large amounts of attraction and lust. I felt the first tingles of arousal spread through my body, heating my blood as I turned my face into his neck and pressed my nose to his neck to breathe him in. I kissed his neck and felt his body tense up, that lovely telltale sign that showed me that what I did affected him. Before I could kiss him once more he leaned back slightly to look at me, his eyes dark and a wry smile on his face.
"Umm," he said "as lovely as that feels I should tell you that Jer and I talked about some rules... about, you know... us and you... and well, you know... one on one time."
"Yes?" I asked, still wanting to hold and touch him, but keeping myself in check.
"And for now we thought it would be best to not engage in any ehh... activities unless all of us are present."
I laughed, my just recently discovered streak of wickedness urging me to test his resolve. Before I could quite literally throw myself at him, he jumped out of the sofa muttering something under his breath about brothers being late from work.
"I brought groceries, let's make some dinner" he threw back at me as he walked into the kitchen.