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CHAPTER 10
6:48 AM, Monday
Janice woke up the next morning to the the bed jiggling. She turned over to see Taylor on top of Holly, her legs wrapped around his waist, her feet interlocked high in the air. She was still wearing Janice's turquoise bracelet on he ankle. Holly's hands clutched at Taylor's massive forearms. Their lips were locked together.
Janice rolled off he bed and stood. She felt a little dizzy, a little sore, a little bowlegged.
"Pee," she mumbled to herself. "Coffee. Work to do."
It was hard not to be distracted by her friends fucking but, suiting her own words she peed, tried the bidet—finding it's warm stream very pleasant but also potentially distracting—and then padded downstairs to the kitchen. On her way she saw much of Holly and her own meager possessions roughly sorted on the dining room table. Her friend had definitely been busy while Taylor had been fucking Janice's brains out last night. Now it was Janice's turn.
In the kitchen she filled up Mr. Coffee and turned him on.
The cabin had a back deck with cast iron furniture, a gas grill and one of those Mexican fire pots of which she didn't know the name. Tiptoeing out as if moving carefully would hide her nakedness, she saw the back yard was a wide expanse of grass that needed cutting but had not yet gone to seed. The property was surrounded by tall conifers on all sides and sloped downwards. You could see farms and houses in the very far distance. To her right down some stairs was a continuation of the driveway that led to an older looking building, perhaps a carriage house converted to a garage. The doors indicated three bays.
She explored the basement. There were indeed three rooms and a bath. One door was solidly locked and the other two led to a laundry room where all their wet clothes were piled on the sorting table, and a small gym.
The gym, just big enough for a weight bench, a high end treadmill and a StairMaster. The weight bench was well equipped with both a straight and EZ bar, plus a collection of fixed weight dumbbells on a rack. She picked up the smallest one and idly hefted it.
"'So get in shape,' he says. Like a girl has time..." Janice stopped herself. She did have time.
She climbed on the StairMaster and worked for fifteen minutes at the lowest settings. When she was done her bare feet were a little sore from the hard rubber nubs on the threads and the room was muggy with her sweat. It was at this point she noticed the evacuation fan mounted high on the wall and pulled the cord to turn it on.
Janice speculated that the downstairs rooms were re-purposed guest bedrooms as she took yet another three minute shower. Living naked could be so convenient. But her hair was going to need some serious attention some time soon.
In the laundry she transferred a load of towels and linen from the washer to the dryer and started a load of delicate things, not worried Holly and she were mixed because the sizes were so different.
The doorbell rang. Janice dashed up the stairs. Peeking through the front curtains she saw Deputy Titus on the porch. She looked at the robes hanging on a hook—Holly again—and discarded the idea. She quickly raked her fingers through her damp hair and then pinched her nipples before opening the door. Cool morning air wafted in over the front of her naked body. "You're early this morning Deputy."
"It's almost eight ma'am." His face was calm as she remembered but his blue eyes appeared to be smiling at her. "I start at five."
"We were up very late." Give you two guesses doing what Deputy. "Please call me Janice."
"Please call me Jim." His eyes were definitely smiling. "How is your friend?"
"Come in and see for yourself." Janice turned and started up the stairs. She whispered "they're both still in bed."
When their heads rose above the level of the next floor they could see that Taylor and Holly were still in bed and, to Janice's surprise, still fucking. Spooned together on their sides, Taylor's cock was stroking into Holly's pussy from behind while one of his big hands cupped her mons and his other arm crossed the front of her body, holding her by the crook of her neck. Her hands clutched his arm like it was saving her from drowning. They were nose to nose and their gazes locked on each other.
"They are so beautiful together." Janice turned to Jim, her naked breast almost swiping his khaki sleeve. "I must say you have amazing self control."
"Thank you ma—Janice," he said with just a bit of huskiness in his voice. "I am on duty. And..."
"Yes?"
"Well... it's hard to express... as weird as this is... you naked and those cute pink puppy noses sticking out at me... but something about you makes me want to always show you the best side of me."
"What a lovely thing to say." Janice put on her brightest smile for him. "I feel safe around you. When you are on duty you are one hundred percent 'protect and serve.'"
"Yet you flaunt you body in front of me, tempting me anyway?"
"Only because I know you like to look and I like to be looked at. But I'm not a tease. If I thought you couldn't handle it, I'd get down on my knees and suck you off. But you can handle it, can't you?"
Jim closed his eyes. He let out a deep ragged breathe. "Yeah, I can handle it."
"Duty. But I think there's more to it than that. You got laid like I asked, didn't you?"
This time he actually did blush. "You sorta motivated me to take a step I was contemplating. One thing led to another and the lady and I came to an understanding."
"Good for you! How about a nice cup of coffee?"
The previous occupants at least had some taste in china. Janice poured out coffee into two huge cone shaped brightly striped mugs for herself and the deputy. Upon hearing Holly loudly advising the world she was having an orgasm, Janice set out two more mugs. "They may shower before they come down—or maybe not."
Holly and Taylor, glowing from their exertions, walked naked into the kitchen.
"We got any pastry?" Holly asked as she opened the refrigerator. "Ooh, muffins!"
Holly dragged out a plastic supermarket tray full of muffins and appeared to notice the deputy for the first time. "Hiya blue eyes."
"Hello Deputy." Taylor's tone was not nearly as friendly.
Both men stared at each other, sizing each other up. Taylor was tall, naked, cock not entirely flaccid yet. Jim was dressed in his impeccable deputy uniform complete with six pointed brass star and American flag shoulder patch. Janice felt her belly tighten with the tension in the room.
"I asked him in," Janice said. "I wanted to get a police report on the car."
"I hope we're not making you uncomfortable Deputy Titus," Taylor said.
Janice felt herself relaxing, just a little.
"I was a Philly cop, I'm used to weird situations—far weirder than this. But thank you for the sentiment."
"We'll have to share weird stories some time." Taylor "Bet I could top you."
Holly snorted and then coughed up muffin crumbs.
"We'll see..." Jim turned to Janice. "You said something about a police report?"
"Someone stole the license plates off my car."
"Let me get my clipboard." Jim left, suddenly all business.
"What was that about?" Janice asked Holly.
