The Proposal
The four of us carried on for some months, the seasons came and went, I was still taking some graduate courses just to keep my mind busy and thinking about doing something with my life besides sex. When I thought about it, that was all I had ever really done. Becoming a woman had consumed me for many years and now that I was a woman being used like a man became my life. Such irony was not pleasant thinking.
We had settled down into foursome play about once a month and last weekend had been pretty much the same however we were becoming more attached to one partner than we had before. Roger preferred to be with Stella more and more as time wore on. Leaving me with my orgasm maker Stan. I didn't mind, and I guess it made me appreciate Roger more than before when he made love to me. But I sensed it had become perfunctory and he really wanted to be with Stella. She was a real woman and I think in the back of their minds that's what they really wanted. I was a good fuck, front or back, but I was just that, nothing more.
It was a Monday morning in the late spring when I went to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. It was early, and nobody was up yet so I made the coffee and set out the eggs and bacon for cooking. Stan had spent the night and was in the bathroom getting ready for work. I could hear Stella and Roger moving around upstairs so I didn't need to make an announcement. I just started the bacon frying in the big iron skillet. The smell would drift upstairs soon enough.
Stella came in first and she had a little extra bounce in her step.
"Look," she cried out as she waved her hand in my face.
"Roger asked me to marry him," she said.
"From the size of that rock it looks like you said yes," I exclaimed.
"Oh, Rachael it's a dream come true. I never thought I would want to live with another man, but Roger just makes me feel so happy."
I'm very happy for you honey, you deserve a good man."
About that time the smiling Roger arrived on the scene and his smile was bigger than Stella's if you can imagine that.
"Congratulations," I said.
"Thanks, that means a lot coming from you. I know this kind of breaks up our foursome, but I really want to marry this woman," he said as he pulled Stella to his chest and kissed her.
I looked on and felt more and more like the third wheel. I was going to have to make another change in my life and I really wasn't ready for it.
Stan arrived next and was more surprised than I was. Stan of course was thinking he wasn't going to get any more of that sweet natural pussy. He was left with me. That wasn't comforting to me at all. Nor was it to Stan.
Stan didn't say much except that he had to be to work early for a meeting. He kissed me good-bye and hugged Stella; the uncomfortable seemed to be getting to him too.
Roger soon left for work and the two of us girls sat at the table with our second cup of coffee and began to talk about the situation.
"You will always have a room here if you want it," Stella said.
