This story is about five consenting adults that engage in a polyamorous relationship. There is a strong sexual content, including lesbian scenes. There is also a fair bit of philosophy in the story about how and why relationships like this take place. If this isn't for you, please move on; if it is, please enjoy my early writing attempts. I urge you to VOTE as you finish each section of this five-part story. Thanks for your support.
Please read the earlier Parts to understand the characters and unfolding situation in this story. No one part can standalone from the others.
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Selling a million dollar job in my company was no small feat, so when I arrived I was hailed as though I was a conquering hero. I was modest about the sale since it really hadn't taken all that much work; I had spent far more effort to win far smaller projects, even at Alperion.
I found out who the available project managers were and found out that Jim Macmillan was available and in the office. Jim was a powerhouse technology guy, had a great outgoing personality, yet was widely read and traveled. He was in his early thirties, liked and respected across the firm, and looked quite fit. It turned out he did long distance bicycling in the evenings and on weekends. He said he had a few girlfriends but no one at the moment that was a steady partner. I outlined the accounts payable work to him to see if he was interested.
I told him about the various people he'd meet at Alperion, without going into the recent evening encounters by Jan, June and me. We also talked about change management and how to get the various stakeholders to line up in favor of the new system and approach to doing work.
Jim agreed to run the project and said he could start any time. I told him we'd start on Monday morning at Alperion's headquarters in Camp Forge outside of Philly. I told him to pack for the week, bring his exercise gear, and to book a room for the week at the Camp Forge Hilton.
As we got into the details of the project, we also talked about project staff. We kicked around some ideas on whom he'd like and I told him to sign them up if he could and get them on site as soon as possible. He found me late that afternoon and told me he'd been able to get Bill, Darlene and Sandy to join him as the initial project team and they would all be down in Philly on Monday morning. He'd also thought up a novel way to create a working prototype in record time. I'd picked the right guy.
My weekend was a fun one with the family. I helped prepare the house and on Saturday, Rachel, my oldest, had her sixteenth birthday. She actually talked to me all weekend without her normal surly, teenage attitude that had been so prevalent the past three years. Had I ever had a normal conversation with her since she turned twelve? Sara, her younger sister, was also attentive and nice, and the two of them didn't fight. I wondered what planet I'd landed on.
Friday evening the house was in turmoil with a flux of teenagers in and out. I decided to wait until the morning and tell Trish about June. Over coffee the next morning she gave me her curious look and asked how things were in Camp Forge.
I smiled and said, "Well, the extended family extended a little over the week." Trish shot me a questioning look. "You about Jan. Now I have to tell you about June." Trish rolled her eyes in a cute way.
"I think I'd better come with you next week or you'll have five more in your harem," Trish said with a snicker. "Tell me about June and is this 'instead of' or 'in addition to'."
I said, "It's 'in addition to.' June is Jan's AA and apparently needed some love. She'd had a recent and rough break up with a long-term boyfriend. As it turned out, Jan had offered her some affection and comfort while I was up here last week loving you."
"Oh," I added, "I took a snapshot of the two of them with my cell phone." I unfurled the phone and dialed up the snapshot on the little two-inch screen.
"Well if this is any indication," Trish stated, "I've got some healthy competition. I better lose ten pounds and change my hair color."
"Don't you dare change a thing," I said, "I love you just the way you are. And, this is not a competition. No one wins or loses. We all just love each other."
"Yea, but next week they'll get you four nights a week and I'll only get you three," Trish said with a smile.
"Then come down to Camp Forge next week and join us," I suggested.
"I'd love to. I'd love to meet them, particularly given what you've told me about how they think about the world and people and loving each other and you, but this coming week is bad for me at work and with Rachel and Sara. Maybe in a week or two, let me see what I can schedule on Monday. Things are crazy at the agency; we just lost our art director."
Trish and I were affectionate to each other and made love the three nights I was home. I wasn't being given a chance to rest up; everyone wanted my cum. That seemed OK to me.
Trish rushed around the rest of the weekend, what with the party, food and a sleep over for a dozen girls in our basement. Rachel, our oldest, had moved from the room she'd shared with Sara down to the finished basement about two years prior so she could have her own space. We monitored basement activity regularly without her being too aware of it; at least no one was sneaking in -- yet!
