Ch 6 – The Ride
Revenge served as cold as ice cream
NC<18 – No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.
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We woke up the next morning to sunshine and bird songs and went out to do the morning chores, still naked, holding hands between the three of us and sharing playful and flirtatious and bittersweet caresses, knowing all too well that my car was supposed to be ready to be picked up sometime today.
I'm not sure when, but sometime during this weekend I had come to care about these girls.
Sure, it started out as an episode from a letter to a porn magazine but in an amazingly short time they had grown on me and my chest actually hurt I was in such conflict.
We knocked out all the things they said needed to be done before we left then went in to clean up.
You know how I mentioned the upstairs bathroom a while back? Well, farmhouses years ago also had things called "mud rooms" where the folks would remove muddy boots and dirty or muddy clothes before going into the rest of the house. This farmhouse had a mud room.
But this mud room was a bit different. And that was good because we didn't have and muddy boots or clothes to get rid of.
What this house had a room that had probably started out as a mud room or an enclosed porch had been turned into a mud room with a shower. And what a shower!
Bobbi Jo opened the door this time and, yeah, my jaw dropped again. I had thought the shower upstairs was great, and it was. This one was fantastic!
You had to step down into it and onto the tiled floor. You know how you usually refer to the "bottom" of a shower or a tub? Yeah. Not this one. This one had a floor. The room was entirely tiled, from floor to ceiling. The only things that weren't tiled were the windows and the inside of the door. The tile included a nice bench a little more than halfway to the far wall.
Bobbi Jo walked over and slid the windows open, letting in the fresh cool air from outside, along with birdsongs while Betty walked around the room turning on the shower heads.
Yeah, you read that right. Shower headS.
There were six of them spaced around the room, which was unusual enough, but what made them more unusual was that they protruded from the ceiling instead of the walls.
What made them more unusual than that was that they all had flexible hoses and the heads were mounted on some kind of movable arms so they could be positioned in different locations, heights, etc.
We had discussed the bathroom upstairs yesterday while doing chores and it turned out that when Betty's parents had inherited the farm they had decided to renovate the house before they moved in.
When they got to stripping the plaster and lath to install drywall they had discovered the house was an old timber-frame one where the studs weren't part of the load-bearing walls and what made it possible to put in such a big window in that bathroom.
Betty had grown up using the bathtub/shower in the downstairs bath, not realizing that not all parents had bathrooms that big.
Once she and Bobbi Jo had moved into the master bedroom it occurred to her that maybe her parents were into some things she hadn't suspected.
Turned out that once she realized that, she had to re-consider the reason the mud room was what it was.
"You know," I said as we stepped into the spray of all those shower heads, "I think I'm really sad I never got to meet your 'rental units' too."
Betty smiled up at me kind of sadly, but with a glint in her eye, "You just wish you could have had the mythical and fabled mother-daughter three-way instead of the much more common bi-sexual three-way."
"No!" I protested with as straight a face as I could manage. "I was thinking that with the right timing I could have had a four-way with you, your Mom and Bobbi Jo while your Dad was out in the fields."
She smiled at me, said, "Oh, shut up," and pushed me further into the spray of the showers.
We sat on the bench with Bobbi Jo behind me with her legs straddling it like I was and Betty sitting on my lap facing me.
We kissed for a long time, in between hugs until we finally decided that the time had come for me to leave.
I stayed downstairs and got dressed in the back room off the kitchen while the two girls went up to their room to get dressed.
I was dressed and had my sample cases and suitcase by the front door when I heard them coming down the stairs.
I turned and looked and about backed over my suitcase and fell down.
See, up 'til now I had seen them in "farm clothes" – IF you could count that costume Betty was wearing yesterday (
only yesterday??
) - or those pajama outfits/costumes.
This was an entirely different side of them that I had seen. And I had seen a LOT of sides to them in a little over a day and a half.
They came down the stairs wearing matching outfits. Matching except Bobbi Jo's was pink and Betty's was yellow.
Other than the color and the size, though, they matched.
Knit dresses that looked like they had been sprayed on.
Low-cut fronts. No bras.
The bottoms of the dresses came to about mid-thigh.
Both were wearing what most guys refer to as "fuck-me pumps" (
where the hell do you find "fuck me pumps" that small for Betty?
) the same color as the dresses.
But the crowning touch was the little lace-topped ankle socks they were wearing.
It was like the entire outfit was screaming "SEX" but that small little reserved part of it was whispering "but, but, but, I'm a GOOD girl". The contrast was as sexy as the outfits.
They slowly walked over to me, model style, crossing their feet across each other and swaying their hips. It was all I could do to not change my mind, tear my clothes off and then rip theirs from them.
"I'll go get the truck," Bobbi Jo said, and she walked through the kitchen and out the back door.
I was surprised when I heard the low rumble of what sounded like a tuned racing engine fire up and idle around the side of the house.
