Chapter Ten; First Aid for Friends
The next couple of weeks after our party with Jerry were uneventful until one evening when my cell phone rang. Rick and the kids were watching a movie and I was in the den catching up on email. I answered and it was Kelli. After we greeted one another, she got right to the point.
"Kate and I are bailing on Dan. We're fed up with his bullshit."
"What's he done now?"
"More of the same old. Kate and I thought the three of us were getting along really well. She and I were like sisters or co-wives or whatever. We entertained the prick, cooked for him, kept his apartment, and really treated him good--in bed and out."
"What went wrong?"
"His appetite for stray pussy is what screwed things up. He found this eighteen-year-old, silicone-princess stripper. We suspected he was banging someone and one evening Kate caught him in bed with Brandi, that's the twit's name--and it fits her. You'd think there might be some remorse, but not from Dan. The next thing we knew he was proposing to move her in with us."
"Ouch. What happened then?"
"That was the beginning of the end. Kate and I talked it over and decided we weren't going to put up with that nonsense any more. We rented an apartment together and moved out thinking that might bring him to his senses, but no. It seems the only thing that guy cares about is a fresh pussy."
"That's Dan all right."
"We're lonesome, honey. We want to come out your way, so we can be near you guys and Stewart. After all, you are our extended family. Kate and I don't have a good history of resisting Dan's scheming, so we thought us being there with you guys would help make us stronger. Putting distance between him and us is definitely necessary. Even as we speak, we're making arrangements to get the hell out of here. When we arrive, we'll need a place to stay for a few days--just until we find an apartment."
"Kelli, slow down. You're babbling. Of course, you and Kate are welcome to bunk with us for a bit. The guest suite over the garage is vacant now that Claire is living with Stewart and working at his office."
"Thank you, Beth. We've combined our stuff and we'll need a place to store that too. We're going to rent a small U-haul and tow my PT Cruiser. Would it be all right if we get there early next week?"
"That'd be fine. We have plenty of room. Just give me a call when you know when you'll arrive and I'll arrange a little party to welcome you."
"That sounds like fun. We'll see you in a few days."
Needless to say, Rick and Stewart were ecstatic when I told them that Kate and Kelli were moving to Cleveland. Their enthusiasm waned a trifle when I pointed out that there were only two of them and their harem was going to increase to five needy women.
Ten days later, on a Saturday morning, the girls' U-haul was parked in our driveway. Our whole group, even the kids, helped unload boxes and furniture, and stored it all in our garage.
Rick grumbled a little at first, complaining that we'd have no place for the cars, but I saw Kate press her breasts against his arm while she whispered in his ear. That's all it took, he smiled at her and pitched in with the rest of us.
I was racking my brain trying to think of a way to get the kids out of the house when Dee Dee came up to me. "Can I talk to you for a minute, Beth?"
"Of course," I said and we stepped out of earshot.
"Stewart has been really antsy this week and he finally confessed how much he was looking forward to seeing your friends. I can see why. They are two lovely ladies."
"Rick's been the same way," I said. "And I've got a problem. I'm trying to think of a way to get the kids out of here so we can do a proper job of welcoming the girls to Cleveland if you get my drift."
"That's what I wanted to tell you, honey. I've got my period, so I'll have to skip partying with you guys this time. The good news is I can take care of the kids."
"That would be so perfect. Thank you, Dee," I said, giving her a big hug. "We'll make it up to you. I'll give you some money so you can take them to that roller-coaster park. They love that place." I glanced at my watch. "It's just eleven now. I'll feed the kids a sandwich while you get acquainted with Kate and Kelli. Then you can gather them up and take off."
"When do you want them back?"
"How about five o'clock? That should be time enough to trim those horns I see growing longer by the minute," I said, gesturing toward the guys. Rick and Kate were chatting, and had eyes only for each other. Stewart had an arm around Kelli's waist. "Plan on staying for dinner when you bring them back."
"That works for me," she said.
I thanked her and went into the kitchen to set up a casual serve-yourself sandwich lunch. Once the kids discovered the plan for their afternoon, they bolted their food down climbed into Dee's little Hyundai and they all took off. The rest of us were left to amuse ourselves and we wouldn't need a park for that.
Our reunion was especially sweet, almost as if we'd never been apart. The K girls, as we began referring to them, were delightful giving and receiving equal measures of sex and love. Claire and I served as handmaids in the bedroom using our hands and mouths to help Stewart and Rick enjoy their lovers, but we weren't left out. Every last one of us was satisfied before we finished.
We were all dressed and sitting in the living room when Dee returned with the kids. I'd gone out and gotten the fixings hoping that I could get Kelli to create her delicious pizzas for us. She did and after we finished eating, the kids went downstairs leaving us to talk.
The K girls thanked Dee for giving them the chance to play with the guys. The guys kissed her and promised to reward her for her help.
During our conversation, we discovered that the K girls had a plan. They wanted to go into business, the coffee business, to be exact.
"Drive-through stands are popping up all over in the Boston area," Kelli said. "Most of them are Starbuck's and the competition is keen, but Kate and I have an idea about how to succeed." The girls smiled at each other.
"We plan to be the Baristas ourselves," Kate said.
"Barista...?" Rick said, raising his eyebrows. "That's a fancy name for a person who serves coffee. If you call yourself that, you get to charge more," Kate said.
"Our gimmick is we'll do our Baristaing--I'm not sure that's a word--in bikinis."
"We talked about doing it topless," Kate said, "but decided that would be too controversial. Plus, we'd like to attract more than an all-male clientele."
"We need enough money to get this going, so we're going to be busy," Kelli said. "We'll both dance at the clubs--there can be good money in that--until we have a stake. That'll give us a chance to look for a location while we perfect our business plan."
We all wished them well and I for one was impressed. They had put a lot of thought into a life after Dan and I hoped they'd succeed.
The K girls went right to work. The next day they found a suitable club and danced that night and every night for the next week. They were so focussed on their goal that they didn't have time for much of anything else. Rick and Stewart were disappointed to discover that the "else" included sex.
There were a couple of exceptions. Kelli went to lunch with Stewart a couple of times and he reported that they'd enjoyed a very sweet "nooner." One morning after the kids had gone to school I opened the laundry room door and discovered my husband and Kate screwing the hell out of one another. She was bent over the washing machine which was chugging away and Rick was fucking her from behind. I watched long enough to realize their rhythm was in synch with the washer. When I burst out laughing, they turned their heads and smiled at me, but never missed a beat.
Two weeks after they got to Cleveland, The K girls announced they'd gotten an apartment. "It's nothing fancy," Kelli said. "But it'll get us out of your hair and serve us fine while we save up for our business."
Two days before they were due to move, I was still up when they got back from dancing. They each gave me a hug. I asked if they wanted a glass of wine and they did, so I poured. After we sat down at the kitchen table, Kate reached into her oversized bag and pulled out a paper sack. She unrolled the top and dumped a jumbled mass of paper money onto the table. I was stunned.
"Looks like we did okay tonight, Kate," Kelli said, separating the bills by denomination. "Let's count this up and get it ready to deposit in the morning."
I helped and when we finished we had tallied up eight hundred and eleven dollars. "This is one night's tips?" I asked, incredulously.
Kelli nodded. "We moved to a new place where we can dance nude. On top of that we put together a 'sister act' where we do some petting and kissing. The guys sure love that."
"We've got a line on a coffee place where the owner is retiring. A few more night's like this and we'll be in business."
"More power to you," I said.
That weekend they rented a truck and we helped them get their stuff out of our garage and move into their new place. We talked on the phone, but I didn't see them again for more than a week.
