This story is very difficult to categorize within Literotica. As it is fairly long, written in nine chapters, I will post it the Novella category. It is mostly a story of love ... D/s, femdom, lesbian, communal ...and of three people, and their inner needs, as life brings them together and connects them ... or not. As with most of my stories it develops slowly, and I hope most readers will give it a chance to do so and stick with it. The story tags listed do not pertain to each and every chapter, but are touched upon to greater or lesser extent as the story evolves.
2. Revelation
The rather awkward introductions out of the way, and despite Keri's protestations that he was a guest and he shouldn't, Sam insisted on helping to bring in and serve the food at the dinner table. As the meal progressed Victoria somewhat graciously had to admit that it was all delicious, and she complimented both of them. With the ice then somewhat broken she began asking him questions, most specifically about what he did for a living.
"I mostly buy and sell stocks." he told her. Momentarily impressed that he was a stock broker, she asked for whom he worked.
"I'm kind of self employed." he replied. "I mostly buy and sell for myself."
"A day trader." she snorted. "It's surprising that you're able to keep your head above water. Most people eventually lose money trying to play the market. Even the pros, but at least they get commissions to keep them going, rather than gambling and losing your own money."
Sam could only shrug. Victoria wasn't far wrong in her generalized assessment. And he of course had had his share of losses along the way, as did everyone, particularly when he was learning his craft. But he had learned to become very careful, cautious and meticulous in his analyses, and he now consistently selected far more winners than losers in his constantly changing portfolio. The trick, he felt, was to never go for the big hit and risk the devastating fall. Far better to have a large number of small but solid gainers that would more than buffet the occasional unexpected but still small bust. It may not be the way to make a spectacular fortune, but he had built up a rather substantial reserve over the last few years, and was now worth far more financially than the lifestyle and level at which he was living would suggest. He just didn't feel competent enough however to try to explain this, and defend himself, to Victoria. She was a lawyer after all, and likely understood his relative standing in the world far better than he.
Keri on the other hand seemed far more enthusiastic about his trade, peppering him with questions, and her clear fascination with his replies encouraged him to be far more verbose about himself and what he did than he had ever been with anyone else before. Far too quickly for him the dinner came to an end. Victoria had some important phone calls to make, and when Keri began to clear off the table and clean up, Sam immediately got up to help.
"No Sam, please. I can take care of all this. You've already done so much today. And you are our guest."
"I'd really like to help if you let me ... I ..." He was completely tongue tied and almost paralyzed with fear that she would refuse his plea, and his once in a lifetime afternoon and evening would be over. Keri stopped and looked at him intently, then seemed to make a decision, and her smile returned once again.
"Sure Sam. I'd love the help. Vicky's not much of one for housework, and I cut her a lot of slack because she's always so busy with her lawyering. Working together I bet we can get this all done in less than half the time."
Sam truly was in no hurry to get everything done, but before very long the table was cleared, the pots, pans and dishes were all washed and dried and put away. When Keri handed him back his wok to take home, she complimented him on what a handy utensil it was.
"Please keep it." he immediately responded. When she appeared startled by his unexpected offer, he rushed ahead. "I'd like you to have it, I guess as a kind of housewarming gift. I know it's not new or anything, but it's well seasoned, and I've got a lot of others." He paused, not knowing what else to say. Then, "Please."
Keri slowly took the wok back. "Well, if you put it that way Sam, of course we'll accept it. It's a wonderful housewarming gift. Thank you." She looked up at his now beaming face. "This has been a really delightful day, and it's been great to meet and get to know you, and thank you for all that as well. I hope you won't be a stranger." she concluded.
Sam realized that his glorious night was now finally coming to an end, and he was suddenly panic stricken that he would never have an opportunity like this again. Grasping at a thought that he had been fantasizing about much of the evening, he took a chance that he would never have thought himself capable of before.
"Keri, I was wondering ..."
"Yes?"
"Well, you've said that you and Victoria are so very busy with your jobs that you're having trouble getting unpacked and settled in, and I work at home and everything, and often have a lot of extra time on my hands, and I ... well I ... I would be more than happy to help you unpack and put things away for you while you're at work."
Keri was silent for several long moments.
"Gee Sam, I don't think we could impose on you like that."
"No really. It wouldn't be imposing at all. I'd love to do it, and I'm good at that sort of thing."
Keri gave him a long searching look, and again seemed to come to a decision.
"Well sure then Sam. If you really do have the time it would be a tremendous help. This stuff is just piling up, and it's seemed like we'd never get to it and get it all done. I do have an extra key that you can use. Let me just touch bases with Vicky on this."
They found Victoria back in the living room, off the phone, but going through her mail.
"Vicky," Keri began, "Sam has offered to come over the next couple of days while we're at work to help us unpack and finally get things put away."
