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My name is Gray with an 'a'. Saves time if somebody thinks 'e'. Gray with an 'a' rhymes. My wife's name is Gwen. She's 43. She retired, a few months ago. She worked for the same company for 20 years. I haven't retired yet. I have my own companies. I don't really want to retire yet but I do take off more time since Gwen retired so we could travel. One of the people Gwen worked with also retired, about two or three years earlier. Her name is Janice. She comes over to visit every now and then, maybe four or five times a year, and spends the weekend and maybe one or two more days. They are very close friends. She's visiting now.
Janice reminds me of a scarecrow and she's nervous all the time. I'm very uncomfortable around her. She stares right in your eyes when talking to you, with her head sticking out at you a little, and smiles all the time. Her hair looks like it was cut with a lawnmower. She also talks in quick clipped words. Every sentence sounds like a fast talking radio commercial reciting the rules or cautions. I try to stay out of her way and let Gwen entertain her. She is enormously intelligent. She took the test for that IQ club and aced it but doesn't tell anybody. We found out accidentally and haven't brought it up with her.
She isn't ugly but, ok she's ugly. She's about 5ft8, straight down as far as I can tell with the clothes she wears. Long flowery skirts to her ankles. I think she has a nice waist and buns and other stuff but it's hard to tell and it's been years. I've looked. She's nice to every human being so it's hard to not like her but I don't. I don't hate her or anything like that. I just wish she would go away. When she and Gwen talk and Gwen is cooking or something Janice followers her everywhere she goes in quick short steps in case Gwen stops. She never lets Gwen get more than two steps away from her, always chattering away.
Gwen understands everything she says. They worked together a long time. It drives me crazy. Gwen and I don't think she's ever been married or ever had a man, or woman for that matter. We've never asked. When she visits she and Gwen stay in the guest room together so they can talk and Janice can go to sleep when Gwen does and get up when she does. Fine with me. I don't have to run into her except to fill my coffee cup then out the door. I eat at a local diner in the morning when she's here and sometimes when Gwen wants to sleep in.
She doesn't smell bad. I just seem to expect her to smell. Her clothes are clean. We get along good it's just that I can't communicate with her the way she talks and it gets awkward. Gwen helps out sometimes, ever so casually, so she's not noticed. Gwen will say something like, "Janice, tell Gray about something or other." If Janice isn't looking I give Gwen the evil eye but always too late. On comes Janice and starts in. I smile and do facial expressions and sometimes Gwen is behind Janice and does pantomimes of what to do like act surprised or lift my eyebrows or smile wider or laugh a little or more.
Gwen understands every single thing she says and all the inflections in her voice. She told me so. Gwen is happy. A few days and she's gone until the next visit, about three months hence. I personally view it as my contribution of psychiatric help for the neighborhood. I've never said that to Gwen. I try to be a ghost that meanders through their world when she's visiting, hopefully not noticed.
Then Armageddon happened. I got sucker punched. Early on a Saturday morning I was just getting back from going to the bathroom and hopping back in bed. Gwen opened the door to the bedroom and came in holding Janice's hand. While closing the door she said, "I heard you awake. We've come to snuggle."
She was heading for the bed. Janice looked stricken. Hell, I was stricken. She wasn't being dragged but she was obviously reluctantly looking for a way out. I sat up, looking at Janice. I was instantly worried she would freak out. I had no top on, which didn't help, and pointed at Gwen and pointed at my head and twirled my finger. I held my hands up, low, palms out and gave her a smile and a silent 'it's ok, it's ok'. I desperately wanted to keep her from going off on a rail.
Gwen pulled Janice around on my side of the bed and pushed me over towards the middle and pushed Janice on and under the sheet. That done she came around and climbed in the other side and said, "We wanted you in the middle between us." I held a palm up to Janice again and mouthed 'it's ok' again and pushed my palm out a little like 'you can settle down'. By that time she was in beside me on the pillow with the sheet pulled way up to her neck. Our toes touched and she pulled hers back. Her lips were pressed together. She was silent for the first time I can remember.
Gwen got my arm and put it around under her neck and reached over and got my other arm and pushed it under Janice's neck. Janice quick lifted her head up and Gwen smiled at her and quietly said, 'lie down' waving her hand down and up. Still pressing her lips together Janice slowly lowered her head right on my arm. I cupped the edge of her shoulder lightly. She looked at it but didn't do anything.
Gwen and I had the sheet about at our waist and it stretched from my waist right up to Janice's neck. I turned and gave Gwen a kiss on the cheek and turned and gave Janice a kiss on the cheek. She blinked her eyes several times but lay still. I felt a little something which almost scared me senseless and lifted my knees up so the sheet would tent from my waist straight up to my knees. I was safe for the moment if I came up. Gwen noticed and got it and smiled and wet her lips.
No way. Never gonna happen. Janice is not sex material. No draw there at all. Sometimes it's 82 degrees Fahrenheit below zero at the South Pole and Janice isn't any warmer. My dick did not move and did not start to come up. I let my knees back down to normal. The thing is the sheet was now draped nicely over it. I didn't look at Janice. I don't know if she looked or not. Gwen gave me a soft shot in the ribs with her fist.
Gwen got an arm over my waist above the sheet and motioned for Janice to do the same. Janice lifted her hand out of the sheet but not on my waist. Gwen reached over and slowly put it over my waist like hers was. I had both girls on my shoulders. Gwen was in close. Janice had her body pulled back except for her head and arm. Gwen had on silky type bed clothes, long pants. Janice had about the same but the fabric was thicker cotton. I don't know what they had on underneath. I didn't get a chance to look and I didn't want to stare.