Sophie yawned.
"Looks like bedtime for someone" Peter said. "Beds are made up in all three bedrooms: take your pick. All have bathrooms and there is a whirlpool in the far room if you want to relax before bed."
"If it's OK with you, I'll share your bed Petey. I didn't just come for the security job: I could have done that by phone or on FaceTime. So just let me know when you are going to bed, or wake me if you stay up!"
Wow, so this is the new woman, Peter thought, as he tidied up before turning on the TV. He usually watched some form of news before going to bed, along with a beer.
"Beer, Sophie?" he asked.
"Please" she said as she sat on the floor next to his chair.
They sat and watched what had happened during the day, and, mostly, yesterday. Peter had his hand on her shoulder, Sophie leaned in against him. She looked up at him, smiling.
"You know Petey, I was so scared coming to meet you, if it turned out to be you. I thought you might be different, or engaged, or even married. I suppose I was too afraid even to email or phone you, which is really not me at all. I am usually in control of myself, but with you I feel like a little girl again, playing cowboys and indians."
"Well Soph, I'm glad the security guy turned out to be you, and I'm sorry you were so nervous about meeting me. I'm surprised, and happy, that we feel so relaxed in each other's company. But I know you have had a long day: a normal one plus 3 or 4 hours in a plane, so lets both go to bed."
When Peter emerged from the bathroom in his pyjama bottoms, Sophie was on the bed with a sheet up to her waist, lying on her side.
"Hey mister, lose the PJ's!" So he did, and hopped in beside her.
They lay side-by-side for some time, just kissing and fondling each other. Then, after so much body contact, Peter grew and Sophie became aware of the contact. The reached down and touched him, first with the tips of her fingers, then grasping him with her free hand.
"What took you so long?" she asked, smiling.
Sophie eased her body up and over Peter, placing Peter's cock between her legs while she closed them and stretched up to kiss him. Peter could feel her thigh muscles tensing and relaxing.
Peter rolled Sophie over and took her place between her legs. He blew gently on her freshly shaved mound, then pulled the lips apart and inserted his tongue, licking up and down.
"Oh Petey, you can do that forever!" Sophie squealed, her hands on his hair.
His tongue slid up to her clit. He licked it then sucked it gently. Sophie bucked.
"Stop teasing me and get in there, you brute. I've been waiting for this for a year," and she reached under the pillow for a condom. Up on her knees, she got ready to roll the rubber on, but first she had to lick around the top and slide him into her mouth, with a big grin on her face.
Sophie continued to stroke him, pretending to be rolling the rubber down his cock.
"Come on, big boy: time to do your stuff," she said as she lay in the missionary position.
Peter got up on his knees and lifted her backside, readying himself. She was so wet, he slid in like a well-oiled piston. He bottomed-out, and stayed there for a moment, watching Sophies face as she smiled, eyes closed. Gradually he withdrew, almost entirely, then slowly reentered.
Peter savoured the moment and the repeated action. Sophie was humming to herself while he quietly primed her.
Suddenly Sophie raised her legs around his waist and pulled him in to her, vibrating as she came, hard. Wow, that was fast though Peter. He was close, and continued pumping slowly, as he came too.
"Stay in me Petey," Sophie mumbled, eyes closed as she lay beside him.
After a few minutes Peter extricated himself and looked down at his beautiful girlfriend as she slept.
At 3 am Sophie woke and found herself in a strange bed. She looked at the ceiling, then at the person beside her: there was Peter, now she remembered and smiled. She disappeared under the sheet, and soon Peter was awake too.
They both slept a little late the next morning and started the day with a little exercise. It was 9 o'clock before they were eating breakfast: cereal, two strips of bacon, toast and tea. Sophie asked about the security around the liquid nitrogen vessel and the -60C chest freezer; she also asked for Anna's phone number. Why not, thought Peter.
They drove in to the campus so Sophie could assess the needed security and Sophie arranged to meet Anna late in the afternoon for coffee at the mall. Peter played squash at 11 and gave a lecture at 2. They agreed to meet at 5.30 to discuss dinner.
The two women met at Starbucks and introduced themselves, smiling, and sizing each other up. Sophie began, explaining that she arrived the previous day, unannounced, as the security expert. She explained her background including her cousin Fiona, that she was trained as a mathematician, was engaged and broke it off by mutual consent, and that she had a past history with Peter, from early school.
Anna then talked about her need for 'essence' that Peter could supply, how they met, about her cousin Katya, and their friendship. All three enjoyed the sex though it was not so necessary with Peter's formulation. But that she had hoped it would continue: Peter was a gentle, sensitive and caring lover. Finally Anna said she was hoping to have a child and that Peter would be the donor, but no decision had been made. She also said there had been no talk of marriage and that there were only women on both her side and Katya's.
The question was: where do they go from here?
"You know, Sophie, I have never been happier than now with Peter," Anna said. "Katya and I will be sad to lose him of course, but the choice is his."
Sophie recognized how sincere Anna words were.
"I wonder if I have not messed up Peter's life again," Sophie said, "though I have to say it: I am in love with him and I think I always have been. Do you think there is room in Peter's life for three women?"
They looked at each other, stood up and hugged.
"Looks like it's up to him!" Sophie said and Anna nodded.
After his lecture Peter wet back to the lab and was deep into lab notes from the ladies when the phone rang. It was Jos from the Pharma group.
"Three points, Peter," he said, "one positive the other perhaps negative and a question. Positive: sales of the cream are hitting the roof and the group are considering increasing your stipend. Negative: demand is too high to be satisfied with your fermenter. We must scale up by ten-fold using the fermenters at Genentech at Vacaville; I am asking you to give up control of your fungal strain. You won't need the security expert. The question: have you had any feedback about the effect of your cream on adipose tissue?"
