A follow-on story from the series, but intended to stand alone.
I hope you enjoy it..
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"Have you a moment, dear?" Kaarin said. She was standing in my lab door, her figure backlit in exquisite silhouette by the afternoon sun.
"For you, always."
I pushed myself away from the desk, got up and walked around it to her, holding my arms out for a hug. Once we got snuggly, I could feel her hands clasp over my lower back and ran my own right hand slowly from back to bum and up again, giving the latter a slight squeeze as I left. The scent of shampoo and healthy girl filled my nostrils. Without lifting my head from hers, I watched her fine, pale hair blown gently by the overhead fan.
My rule is to never be the first to break a hug. In any case, hugging Number Two Wife was generally more satisfying than bedding most other women and I was content to just stand there for as long as she needed. I knew she would speak when it was time. Kaarin was a tall woman and, unclothed as we were, I could feel her nipples against mine. Tissue began to knot and tighten between my legs in response. Not getting hard, but definitely reminding me of my gender - and hers.
"So, may I ask favour, please?"
"Ask away," I replied.
"Would you mind visitor for a couple of weeks? I know you like privacy, but could make exception, please?" Her face tilted over towards mine and once again I found myself drowning in eyes the colour of alpine lakes.
She smiled and that was enough. Her smile turned into an impish grin as she felt me rising against her thigh. I felt long fingers trail gently along my length, then she broke the hug and pushed herself back.
"Sorry, not fair to tease when asking favour," she said.
"You're forgiven."
She giggled, looked at my desk. "Not too busy?"
"Not particularly. Tell me about this guest."
Her grin changed back to a loving smile.
"Is niece, sort of. Former husband's sister's daughter. Will be out of school for school break next month and would enjoy getting away from snow. Is nice person."
"Um, how to put this, Kaarin? I'm unsure about having a child wandering around here. The three of us have an... unconventional lifestyle. Even here on the island, the authorities would object."
(Make that a
thoroughly hedonistic
lifestyle. I and my two wives lived in a small villa on a private estate in French Polynesia. With a year-round constant temperature of about 28ºC, none of us bothered wearing anything more confining than sunblock and, with near-total privacy indoors and out, only some of our lovemaking took place in our bedroom. Now add a good dash of kink for spice... And I'll admit that I was selfish enough to be unwilling to allow a stranger to interfere with the lifestyle and relationships I treasured.)
"Not child," she replied. "Is physics and engineering student at university."
"Still..."
"Would not be much disruption, I think. Quiet, good cook. Smart, too. Spare room still open, no?"
"Have you talked to..."
"Yes," she cut me off. "She knows Katri from before, likes her. Said to ask you."
"A student?"
"Is specializing in robotics. Before I moved here, I spent time saying goodbyes, had lunch with her. Was jealous of my being able to live with you. Thinks you are genius - big fan. Almost as much as me."
She smiled once more and, well, what man could refuse after that?
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In deference to potential sensibilities, we at the villa were all dressed when she arrived, a most unusual state of affairs. Katri proved to be truly tiny, barely five feet tall, less than seven stone and very, very pretty. Sort, well-styled medium-brown hair suited her perfectly, framing warm brown eyes. When she arrived, dressed in a knee-length skirt and light blouse, she wore little makeup and no jewellery that I could see beyond a thin wristwatch.
She smiled when Kaarin introduced me - perfectly even, brilliant white teeth. And it was a genuine smile, too, nothing phoney.
And entrancing. Smiles like that have caused duels in times gone by.
We didn't keep her up for long; we knew all too well the near-coma induced by three days en route from Europe. Within 20 minutes of her arrival, she was in bed and sound asleep.
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Katri's eyes opened wide when she first emerged from her bedroom the next morning to find that the rest of us had reverted to our usual state of undress. She said nothing but when she reappeared after a shower, she was wearing only a bikini bottom.
Petite and very trim, she was still far more feminine than most of the overly-famous anorexic high-fashion models. With smallish but very shapely breasts, perfect nipples, a tiny waist and sleek hips, she was head-turning, to say the least. She wore a small gold owl in a navel piercing. Minerva's owl, I thought; how fitting...
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Katri's jet lag gradually faded and she soon fit into our life. Her English was perfect. Initially diffident, even shy, she gradually opened to our unconventional lifestyle. She wore the bikini bottom for a few days, and then discarded it as pointless. Her fine public hair had been trimmed to a small triangle pointing down to where pink lips could be seen protruding, as if demanding the eyes' attention.
They had mine, frankly.
She joined in the daily distaff yoga sessions, but was primarily a gymnast, which accounted for her fine physical condition. On occasion I was able to watch her doing a floor routine on the hard sand between the local palms. The girl was amazingly limber.
The three women spent a lot of time together at first - girl talk, beachcombing, strolling around the area or just sunning themselves. She developed an all-over tan which suited her very well. There was a lot of laughter and that was nice on the ears. Whenever I came near, however, I could see their eyes on me, hear the tone of the conversation change - not that I could understand that much of their mother tongue in any case.
Then one day, the bombshell got dropped.
"What, never?" I asked.
"Her mother had an ugly divorce from her father when Katri was five and eventually got into a long-term lesbian partnership with another woman. It was apparently a loving, solid relationship, but both women were very down on men. That attitude stuck to Katri in school. Then she got into her university studies and, well, boys were less important than good grades. So, no."
"No relationships at all?"
"From what she tells us, she had one girl-on-girl affair with a fellow student in first year, but they fell out and it went no further than heavy petting. There were a couple of make-out sessions with a boy she dated briefly, but she lost patience with him before it went any further."
"Has she ever had an orgasm?"
"She says no, not really.
Something
happened, but it doesn't seem to be anything special."
"So sad," I mused.
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Not long after, she dropped another one. Katri and Kaarin were off together; in retrospect, it was probably arranged to give us two time together.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, absolutely. It's time for you to make love to her."
"Why now all of a sudden and why me?"
"Well, you're a hero to her and..."
I raised my hand, cut her off. "That's a pretty big red flag right there, love. I'm really uneasy about taking advantage of a groupie, especially a virgin and most especially one years younger than me. It just feels creepy."
She leaned her head on my shoulder, patted my arm. "That's the difference, darling man of mine. You're not pressuring her and you're trying to respect her as a person. She's the one wanting to lose her cherry."
I still felt uncomfortable. "Well, why not you?" I asked.
"Me?" She seemed shocked.
"Sure. Why not? You and she both like girls, there's no power imbalance and, who knows, maybe I'd get to watch." I grinned at her.
She grinned back, shoved me away with both hands.
