This is the third chapter of an ongoing story. It follows sequentially the first two chapters. I strongly recommend reading "Rebuilding" and "Rebuilding CH 02" before you read this third chapter.
This story is a work of fiction. Real places and institutions are mentioned or implied, but they are used fictitiously here. As far as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those places or institutions has done anything akin to what is described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable. Thank you for reading.
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Caitlyn had to register for her classes as soon as we were home from Florida. On Dr. Lerner's advice, she switched her major from piano to composition. She did lose her scholarship. I wrote a check for her semester tuition and fees. Compared to the check I'd already written for Amanda, this one seemed like pocket change.
Once Caitlyn's classes started, we settled back into our routine. Caitlyn still spent a lot of time at the university and a lot of time at home playing her piano. Her music seemed enhanced by the fact that she always played nude at home.
The Holidays that year were busy and eventful. Amanda had moved off campus with a roommate and had her car. She drove home on December 21. Beth and Richard had moved to Tampa in November. They flew up to spend Christmas with us on December 23. Together, Caitlyn, Amanda, and Beth prepared a marvelous Christmas dinner. Richard and I spent most of our time in the kitchen watching the three lovely women work with bare asses peering out from their aprons. The aprons came off before dinner and all five of us ate on full display to each other.
Beth and Richard left on December 27. We were back at the airport the next day to pick up Amanda's roommate, who was visiting for New Year's. She would ride back to school with Amanda on January 2.
I'm not sure what I was expecting, but Simone Nguyen wasn't it. She caught my attention, and the attention of many others, walking down the concourse towards security. She was a compact woman with lustrous black hair and a "Mediterranean" complexion, for want of a better description. As soon as Simone was past security, she and Amanda hugged like reuniting lovers.
After they broke the hug, Amanda introduced Simone to Caitlyn and me. "I've been looking forward to meeting you, Mr. Stone, and you Ms. Monroe," Simone said. While a statement like that is usually a meaningless pleasantry, Simone said it in a way that made you think she really had been looking forward to meeting us.
Simone Nguyen was difficult to categorize. She was beautiful, but that wasn't my first impression. Rather, my first impression was of a very confident young woman who exuded a sense of coiled power.
Simone's last name suggested Asian heritage, and I thought I could see that, but there was a lot more. I learned later that Simone's father was Vietnamese. His parents had worked for an American company in Saigon, and he had been evacuated with his family to California in 1975 at age 7. He met Simone's mother at school in Berkley. Simone's mother was a native Northern Californian, but both of her parents, Simone's grandparents, had been immigrants. The grandfather was Parisian, and the grandmother was Greek. They had met in college in the U.S. and had obtained permanent residency.
Amanda seemed nervous during the ride from the airport. Inside our house, Amanda led us into the living room and announced, "Dad, there is something you ought to know." I sensed what was coming.
"Simone and I," Amanda said a little hesitantly, "are not just friends or roommates. We're lovers." I had inferred that from the hug at the airport. "We met last summer working on the Lakes Survey and just clicked."
"Amanda and I became intellectually intimate very quickly and it just seemed natural to be physically intimate," Simone added.
"It's not like we dislike men," Amanda said.
"You are a very attractive man, Mr. Stone," Simone said. "Amanda tells me you all routinely go nude here at home. I am very much looking forward to seeing you with nothing on. However, I very much enjoy the things Amanda does for me."
"And I love what Simone does for me," Amanda added. "It just seems more genuine. Even at school, where there are a lot of brilliant guys, it seemed like the first thought of every guy I meet is how and when he'll get into my pants. With Simone, sex is a result of our relationship, not the reason for the relationship."
There was a moment of silence. Amanda was looking at me anxiously. Simone sat confidently. Caitlyn took my hand and smiled at me. Finally, Amanda asked, "Dad, are you ok?"
"Yes," I replied.
"You're ok with, well, with Simone and me?" Amanda asked.
"Who you choose to have a relationship with is your decision, not mine," I replied. "My role is to love and support you." Amanda smiled and took Simone's hand.
"As I said," Simone said, "Amanda has told me that all of you prefer to be nude at home. My mother acquired a European attitude towards nudity from her parents and passed that on to me. I grew up in Southern California and mother took me to Black's Beach when I was, well, younger than I should probably say. Father doesn't participate in mother's and my nudity but is surprisingly tolerant. So, please, do not stay dressed on my account. In fact, if it is acceptable to you, I'd prefer to undress also."
That was to cue for all four of us to stand and strip off. I was very accustomed to seeing both Caitlyn and Amanda nude. Rather like the college boys Amanda had described, my attention focused on Simone, whom I had not seen undress before. Simone was aware of that and seemed to enjoy it. She smiled at me throughout her disrobing. Once she was nude, she stood still for a moment to afford a view of her pert breasts, flat stomach, narrow landing strip, and firm thighs. She then turned to display a very tight and desirable ass, before bending over to pick up her clothes. I couldn't fault Amanda for having sex with Simone.
One question which I raised with Caitlyn was whether, with Simone visiting, we would be repeating last year's New Year's Eve dinner with Caitlyn's and Amanda's friends Yvonne and Elaine. "Of course," Caitlyn responded. "That is too much fun not to do again. Amanda has told Simone all about it. I'm sure Simone wants to see you as the nude waiter."
Yvonne and Elaine arrived about 8:00 p.m. New Year's Eve. Both wore low-cut dresses. Yvonne had always been attractive. Elaine had become much more attractive since she'd been at college. I, of course, was nude when I opened the door to let them in. I don't think Yvonne or Elaine had met Simone before, but they obviously knew about her.
Amanda and Caitlyn also wore dresses. Caitlyn's was a wonderful translucent white dress hinting that she had nothing on underneath. Simone, however, wore a tight top and slacks. As I served her first drink, Simone asked aloud, "may I touch him?"
"Sure, anywhere you like," Caitlyn answered. "Just don't make him come. That's my privilege." Simone smiled at me. She took the head of my dick between her left thumb and forefinger and lifted me up. She ran her right forefinger down the underside of my shaft, over my balls, and over the skin behind my balls. That felt nice. It was more stimulating because Caitlyn, Amanda, Yvonne, and Elaine watched.
"Last year," Yvonne said, "we kept Peter hard from after diner until midnight. How about, this year, keeping him hard all night?"
"That's an excellent idea," Caitlyn replied. "Girls, if any of you think Peter is getting limp, feel free to do whatever you like to get him hard again. Peter, if you are in the kitchen by yourself and get limp, you will come out to us immediately." I'd never had a hard-on continuously for four hours without ejaculating, until that night.
Instead of changing into a robe this year, Caitlyn just stripped off her dress at midnight. We'd discovered in Florida that we enjoyed fucking while others watched, so Caitlyn and I had intercourse on the carpet to start the New Year while Simone, Yvonne, Elaine, and Amanda watched. Just after Caitlyn and I came, I heard Yvonne say, to Simone I assume, "now we get to the fun part." Yvonne took her dress off, followed by her panties, and sat nude on the edge of the sofa with her legs spread.
Eating Yvonne had been fun a year earlier. She was even more responsive this year. After she came, Yvonne said, "Peter, you should visit me and Darren. Darren's great with his dick, but he could learn from you about oral."
Elaine had also stripped naked. I crawled to the other end of the sofa where she sat with her legs spread. Although I remembered from a year ago what Yvonne liked, I could not remember how best to stimulate Elaine. Thankfully, she gave me a little coaching as we went. Her moans and shudders when she came were gratifying.
I stood up and flexed my neck. Caitlyn, Yvonne, Elaine, and I were nude. Amanda and Simone were clothed. "I love how you are all so open about sexuality," Simone said.
"Peter will eat you too, if you like," Caitlyn replied.
Simone looked at me. I nodded. She smiled and said, "I would like that." I again got to enjoy watching Simone undress. She sat on the edge of an easy chair. Her flat abdomen and firm thighs looked inviting. The sight became more inviting when she spread her legs and I could follow her landing strip down to her pussy, which looked almost as nice as Caitlyn's. I knelt between Simone's legs and licked around her strip, teasing her a little. I got a very gratifying intake of breath when I started to suck Simone's clit. By accident, I discovered that, like Caitlyn, Simone had a very sensitive spot inside her pussy that I could reach with my tongue. Once I found that, I licked there without let up.
Simone began squirming. She closed her thighs around my head, then relaxed them, then closed them again. Her hips bucked in the chair, and she slid back from the edge of the chair until she was resting against the seat back. I had to rise into a crouch to keep my mouth in contact with her. I wasn't comfortable, but I was having fun giving oral to a new and very attractive young woman. When Simone came, she yelped and squirted in my face.
I straightened up to relieve my legs and wiped my face with a towel Caitlyn handed me. I was pleased by the fact that Simone was breathing too hard to talk for more than a minute. She finally looked up at me and said, "you're almost as good at that as your daughter is." For some reason, that seemed funny to all of us.
Amanda helped her lover up out of the chair. With Simone bottomless, Amanda was the only person still fully dressed. Yvonne said, "Simone, now you understand why Elaine and I ignore our boyfriends to come to the Stone house for New Year's Eve!"
"I get it," Simone said, smiling. "Hopefully, I'll be back next year."
"You will," Amanda said quickly.
Life returned to normal in January. I was a little concerned that, while Caitlyn stayed in touch with Amanda, Yvonne, and Elaine, her friends from high school, she wasn't making new friends at the university. That changed when we went out to dinner with Laura Clegg and Jerry Samuels.
Laura was a wind instrument student, clarinet and saxophone, and Jerry was a percussionist. They were both sophomores like Caitlyn. Laura and Jerry both seemed to be pleasant, intelligent people, but I think Caitlyn cultivated them, at least in part, because Laura's focus was jazz. Since Caitlyn had changed from piano to composition, she wanted to explore all styles of music. Most of Caitlyn's experience up to then had been with classical music.
Laura, Jerry, and a junior bass violinist named Latia Crowe had formed a combo and had played a few gigs. They wanted Caitlyn to join them. I bought her a keyboard device she called an electric piano. I didn't know there was such a thing, but it did sound much like a piano when Caitlyn set it up at home and played it.
