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Thanksgiving turned out to be quite different from what I had imagined. My first date with Ferry started out great and ended in disaster. Only too late I realized she was probably planning to spend the night. I screwed that by not telling her about my exercise routine and then announcing how I jumped rope naked to everyone at the dinner table. Stupid move on my part.

The evening was saved somewhat, when both Dido and her mother sent me naked pictures of themselves. They were bodies from which dreams were made. And I did dream about them all night. In the morning, I relived those dreams sitting at my computer. Shutting down my laptop, I stretched and looked outside.

Having an unexpected day off on the Friday after Thanksgiving, I was enjoying the freedom of doing nothing. The weather was clear and the temps were in the mid-40s. I decided it was a perfect morning for a run. I pulled on clothes and took the elevator to the ground floor. Each wing of the apartment building had its own elevator. I stepped into the hallway and started toward the lobby. I stopped when I heard a voice.

"Mom, come on. The car is already here."

That voice! It was Dido.

I stopped behind one of the columns that bracketed the entrance to the lobby. I peeked around and saw the back of a tall, young blond tugging a rolling suitcase. My eyes shifted to a taller woman talking to the desk attendant.

She had short-cropped dark blond hair and was wearing a green cape with her legs wrapped in black leggings. She finished her conversation and reached down for another smaller rolling bag. As she turned to go toward the front door, I saw her face.

"I know that face," I thought as my heart pounded. "Where do I know her from?" I stared. She was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

As the doorman held the door open an older woman entered.

She stopped and called out.

"Diana."

The two women air-kissed.

"Going somewhere," the older woman asked.

"Taking Fanny back to school. I should be gone a while. I have some business in the area I need to see to."

"So, it's not another jaunt for some fabulous photo shoot in Paris or something."

The laugh that always made my dick jump carried across the lobby.

"No, not this time. Take care, Marion. Our car's waiting."

"Have a good trip. Nice to see you again, too, Aphrodite."

They left.

"Diana? Photo shoot?"

I felt a gut punch.

"Jesus, that's Diana Xavier or Di X. She was a top model for years. On the cover of every major magazine, two-time SI swimsuit issue cover girl, spokesperson for the most expensive perfume in the world. Jesus, I've been flashing one of the most beautiful women in the world."

I abandoned my run and went back to the apartment.

I Googled Diana Xavier. Between Wikipedia and about a thousand other websites, I devoured every bit of info.

She began her modeling career at thirteen in Teen Vogue. Since then she's been at the top of everyone's A-list of models. She married a famous Greek movie director when she was barely 19 and had a daughter, Aphrodite, before she was 20. I did the calculations and knew that Diana was probably around 40. She and the director split and she never remarried. She kept a villa on an island in Greece, an apartment in France and was spotted in all the "in" places around the world. She seemed to have remained on good terms with her ex. There were many pictures of the three of them on holidays sailing in the Aegean Sea or shopping along the Champs Elysees. She was linked in the tabloids with movie stars, athletes and politicians, and with a couple playboy millionaires thrown in. She still worked and had morphed her career into being an owner and spokesperson for her own line of cosmetics and fashions geared to the middle-aged woman. By all accounts it was a smash success. Estimates put her net worth at over $26 million. She could have any man alive and she spent her time watching me whack off.

I was still digging through the web when my cell buzzed.

"Hi, Kyle. It's Dido."

"Hi. What's up?"

"Just wanted to say good-bye. I'm heading back to school. I won't be home until the semester is over."

"Ok. What school is that?"

She laughed, sounding exactly like her mom. "Nice try, dickhead. Anyway, I wanted to say thanks. It was a fun time."

"Well, I enjoyed it too. And, just to let you know, I've already deleted everything from my phone and have it securely hidden on my laptop."

"Did you look at them again?"

My voice caught in my throat as I answered, "What do you think?"

"Oh, I'd say definitely."

"Guilty as charged."

"And...?"

"I masturbated. Came really hard."

"Just what I wanted to hear," she said with a soft laugh.

"Which pictures turn you on more? Mom or me?" she asked. I could hear her mother reprimanding her in the background.

"Both and equally so," I said truthfully. "I think I have the privilege of seeing the two most sexy and beautiful women around."

"That's sweet, Kyle. Hey, I have to say bye, 'cause mom wants to talk. Can't wait to catch up in December."

"Ok. And, Dido?"

"Yeah?"

"You could always send me more pictures."

"Right. You could do so, too."

"Yeah. Bye."

I heard rustling and then Artemis was talking to me.

"Just wanted to let you know that I'll be gone for a bit."

"Sorry to hear that. I'll miss you."

Artemis sighed, "I'll miss you, too. It's funny how close we've grown together. At least, that's how I feel. I didn't mean to speak for you."

"No, I absolutely feel the same way. You're like my best friend right now."

"Better than Ferry?"

"God, I'm not sure she will even speak to me again. But, yeah, I really like being able to talk with you."

"Maybe, I could call you while I'm gone. Would you mind if I called you on your cell now that I have the number."

"No, feel free. I guess you'll probably block your number."

She hesitated before answering. "For now, yes, I will. Sorry, Kyle."

"It's ok. As long as I hear from you, it's cool. Hey, I'll put the number in my contacts as Artemis, so when you call I'll know who it is."

"Maybe, I could make up for it by sending a picture now and then. You know, no faces, but other things you might enjoy."

"Thanks, Artemis. Now I'm as hard as a rock."

She laughed. "I take that as a yes."

"Definitely a yes. Send me anything. So, where are you going?"

"Ooh, you are trying to be clever. Let's say I am dropping Dido at college, visiting with friends and then taking care of some business. I might not be back for about a month. Dido and I will probably be getting back to the city around the same time."

I could already feel the pain of being separated from our nightly pastimes.

"I'm going to miss you."

"Me, too."

"Artemis, would you do me a favor and think about something?"

"Ok, what?"

"When you and Dido get back, could we meet? I would love to go out to dinner with you, actually with both of you."

A long pause began to make me feel I've crossed the line.

"Kyle, it's not because I—make that we—don't like you. But, I'm not sure I'm ready to expose myself—excuse the horrible pun—to you yet. Let me think about it, though."

"Ok. As long as you think about it, I'll be happy."

We talked a little longer and then ended the call.

I went back to Google and with a bit of work discovered Dido, or Aphrodite, was attending school around Boston. Fanny is a nickname for Aphrodite. I also discovered that Diana's firm used an ad agency from there.

I sat back feeling proud of my detective work.

Suddenly, I remembered my pledge to both women that I would protect their intimate pictures and not try to discover their identity. Was I violating the spirit of that promise by digging into their private lives? Diana was strong in her desire to protect her identity. I made a decision to do no more searching and to let events play out as Diana wanted. I also told myself to only think of her as Artemis.

I spent the rest of the day doing some recreational reading and relaxing. Saturday morning I rose early and dreaded seeing Ferry in a short time. Would she still be pissed at me? I guess I was going to find out.

I arrived before her and started in on the pile of work that our legal assistant had left in our in box.

Ferry appeared right at 9 am. She dumped her purse on the floor and draped her down coat on the chair in the corner.

"Morning," I said.

Looking at a file on her work area, she quietly said, "Morning."

No more. I figured the frosty temperature outside had now penetrated our cubicle.

We worked hard all day. I took a quick break at 2 to grab a sandwich. I brought a bagel and water back to Ferry.

She never looked up and said, "Thanks." She didn't touch the food.

At 6 o'clock Martin came by to say we could go home. Well, he said we could leave as soon as we finished what we were working on. Fortunately, we had just wrapped up the memo to the partner whose case we were supporting.

On the sidewalk, I asked Ferry if she wanted to get a drink or something to eat.

"No, thanks."

"Look, Ferry..."

She turned on me, her eyes ablaze.

"Don't fucking 'Look, Ferry' me. I'm pissed. Get it? Pissed."

I nodded.

"Good. Now just leave me alone. We have to work together for a couple more months. Let's just get through it."

I decided to not push it. I said good-night and we went our separate ways.

After a dinner of hot dogs and scotch, I crawled into bed.

My cell phone woke me. Before answering I saw it was almost 10 am.

"Speak," I said, my voice sounding husky.

"Oh, I woke you."

A clear voice with perfect diction filled my ear.

"S'ok Tiffany. What's up?"

"Just calling to say hell-o and to ask if you want to come down for lunch of leftovers."

"Sounds great. What time and what can I bring?"

"Around noon and I think we have everything covered. Except..."

"Yeah?"

After a pause, she added, "Bring your jump rope."

We enjoyed a meal of turkey sandwiches piled with lots of meat, stuffing, cranberry sauce and mayonnaise. There was enough pie remaining to have some for dessert.

We were relaxing in the living room. Tiffany asked if Brittany would give her a hand. They headed to the small extra room. In a few seconds they were coming back holding a mat and each had a rope looped over her arm.

"We followed your lead and got a mat from downstairs. Can you help us get it set up?"

I helped them rearrange their furniture and placed the mat closer to the window than it would be in my apartment. I didn't think they would probably face the same challenge I did.

"So, what'd you say?" asked Tiffany. "Can you show us a routine?"

Laughing I said I imagine they knew how to jump rope.

"Well, I haven't done it since I was a little girl and mostly it was rhyme skipping, you know two girls turning the rope and one or two of us skipping and calling out a rhyme. I never did it alone."

Brittany confessed to being a total klutz and doubted she could jump without killing herself.

"Maybe I could learn Tai Chi," she offered.

"Well, let's start off easy," I said.

We arranged the mat and I pulled off my shoes and socks.

"That's all," teased Tiffany.

I smiled and took my rope. I started with some easy running in place jumps. Wearing jeans and a sweater was an unusual sensation and I stumbled a couple times. I also worked up a sweat too quickly.

I stopped and asked if they would mind if I got more comfortable.

"Not at all," said Tiffany with a smile.

I pulled off my sweater and stood now in just a tee shirt on top. Tiffany joined me. She had pulled off her sweater and was now wearing yoga pants and a red sports bra. Her magnificent breasts strained the fabric of the bra. Brittany sat and watched.

We jumped together for a bit. Tiffany's breasts moved up and down and became a major distraction. She smiled as she knew the effect she was having. After five minutes we took a break. Sweat was covering her brow and the start of her cleavage peeking out of her bra.

As Tiffany took a breather, I started skipping. Once again, my jeans constricted my movements and I felt clumsy.

"This isn't working," I admitted. "I'll go upstairs and change into shorts."

"Or," said Tiffany, "you could just lose the jeans."

I looked at her and then Brittany.

"That might work," I said with a smile. "But, I wouldn't want to gross you out."

"Oh, I think we can handle it," said Tiffany.

I undid my jeans and slid them to the floor. I also pulled my tee shirt over my head. I thought if you want a show, I'll give you a show.

"Very nice, Kyle," said Tiffany. "You're a lot more buff than I thought."

I grinned and picked up my rope. I felt much freer and began slowly. Soon, I was working at a fast pace. I was beginning to sweat heavily. Tiffany and Brittany were just watching now.

I took a breather.

"Are they silk," asked Brittany as she touched the fabric of my boxers.

"Yeah," I confirmed. "One of my few indulgences."

"They're nice," said Tiffany. "But aren't you afraid you'll ruin them by getting them all sweaty?"

I looked at the two women. They smiled and looked directly at me.

"They might get a little funky," I said. "What should I do?"

"Simplest solution is usually the best," answered Tiffany.

"Usually," I said.

"Almost always," said Brittany.

I handed Tiffany my rope and slowly eased my boxers off. I felt a rush as I exposed myself to the attractive women standing next to me. The rush was the same as when I showed myself to Artemis and Dido.

"Very nice, Kyle," said Tiffany.

"Well," said Brittany, "definitely manly."

I laughed and took my rope and started jumping. I experienced an adrenaline rush as my dick bounced in rhythm with my skipping. Soon, the endorphins kicked in and I was flying.

The women watched.

After ten minutes of steady jumping, I slowed and finally stopped. Breathing hard, I asked if I could have some water.

Brittany went to the kitchen and brought me a tall glass. I drank it. Tiffany disappeared and returned with a towel.

"You're comfortable being naked, aren't you?" asked Tiffany.

I shrugged.

"I think you like it," said Brittany.

I smiled. "Yes. Does that freak you out?"

"What? Looking at you naked or that you like showing yourself to us?"

"Either. Both."

Tiffany walked behind me. She wiped my back with the towel. She moved the terry over my buns and squeezed them. Moving the towel aside, she let her fingers trace the shape of my butt.

"Kyle," she said, "we make no secret that Brit and I are lovers. But, I also have been with men."

Her hand traced the muscles in my back and shoulders.

"In fact, I was engaged when I met Brit. I had a couple flings with girls in college, but nothing serious. Then I saw Brittany walk into the station. I never saw anything so beautiful in my life. We were hired the same day and started on the morning cast the following week."

Tiffany walked around in front of me and dried my chest.

She ran her bare hand over my pecs and down each arm.

"Within a week, I was no longer engaged and we became lovers. I don't mind saying it was the best sex I've ever had. It still is." Tiffany turned and air kissed Brittany.

Using the towel, Tiffany dried my lower legs as she knelt in front of me.

"We plan to be married," she said as her towel-covered hand cleared perspiration from my dick and balls.

"Congratulations," I said and drank some more water to clear my dry throat.

"You have a nice cock, Kyle," said Tiffany as she continued to kneel. She ran her hand up and down my bare shaft.

"Tiffany, what are you doing?"

She looked up at me and smiled.

"Working up to make you a proposition. I want to let you know I am not afraid of a man or a man's cock."

I had thickened and was at half-mast.

Tiffany ran her fingernails along my balls. I became erect.

She stood and Brittany came beside her.

"Kyle, we would like you to perform our wedding. We plan to get married just before Christmas. We both have time off in January and will take our honeymoon then."

"I would be honored. I just have to get my justice of the peace license. That can be done quickly. But, you didn't have to play with my junk to get me to agree to perform your wedding. Not, that I'm complaining."

"Thank you." Tiffany ran her hand up and down my hard shaft. "I know. But, I find your erection quite enticing, Kyle."

"I find your touch enticing," I added.

"You see, Kyle, the other thing is that we want a child."

"Yes," said Brittany. "We want a child soon."

"So, we were wondering if you would be the father," said Tiffany as she tightened her hand around my shaft.

My balls shrunk.

"Me?"

"Yeah," said Tiffany as she continued to stroke me.

"Why?"

"For lots of reasons," said Brittany. "First, we both like you. When we first heard the racquet you were making, we thought you were probably some asshole. But, you immediately understood and changed your workout so it wouldn't bother us. That was very nice.

"Then we got to know you. Obviously, you are very smart and ambitious. Good qualities for a father."

Tiffany had moved behind me and pushing her breasts into my back continued to play with my erection.

"And, you are knock-dead handsome," breathed Tiffany into my ear.

"So, nice, smart, handsome," said Brittany. "Sounds like a deep gene pool."

"Now, I've confirmed that you have the bonus that makes me happy," Tiffany cooed as she squeezed my erection.

"So, will you consider it?" asked Brittany.

"You're sure? You could go to a sperm bank and pick the qualities you're looking for."

"That's a crap shoot, Kyle," said Brittany. "Too many chances for screw-ups. We want to go with a sure thing. We really like you and you have everything we're looking for. You're what we want."

"So, I guess we'd still have to use something like a bank. I mean I would, what's the term, make a deposit and then they would inseminate you."

"No," said Tiffany, as she ran her finger along the tender under part of my shaft.

"We don't want that. We want you to make the deposit in me. Let's cut out the middleman."

"What?" I cried.

"Think about it, Kyle," said Brittany. "Our child would be conceived like children have since time began. We don't want our baby to be some sort of clinical procedure. We want conception to come from the natural way."

"Wow. I need to think about this. And, Tiffany, I cannot think about a fucking thing with you touching me."

Laughing she released me. "I just want you to have a taste of what it could be like."

I felt her moving behind me. She came around to face me. I stared. She had pulled off her sports bra. Her naked breasts defied gravity as they stood out from her chest. The large round mounds moved up and down with her breathing. I saw her nipples, a deep pink, had hardened.

She leaned in, pulled my hands to her breasts and kissed me.

My erection banged against her stomach.

"It wouldn't be a hardship to have sex with me, Kyle," she said.

"Definitely not," I thought.

"So, will you think about it?" asked Brittany.

I pulled away from Tiff.

"I really need to consider it," I said. "It's certainly something I never thought about. I don't know how I would feel about being a father, even a surrogate father. I just need to think."

"We understand," said Brittany. "But, we know you would be perfect."

"Do you want me to finish you," Tiffany asked. "I wouldn't mind giving you a BJ."

The thought of her pretty mouth on my cock sent a shiver up my spine. A thought flashed through my brain. How many men in the metropolitan area fantasized about getting a blow job from Tiffany as they watched her every morning?

"As tempting as that is," I said, "I'm going to pass until I sort this out."

She nodded. Tiffany bent and picked up my boxers. Kneeling, she placed a tender kiss on the tip of my erection. In reaction, I pushed forward, parting her lips. She licked my head.