Drywood Ch 06

This is a continuing story. The story is called Drywood for no apparent reason whatsoever. If you want a presentation of the characters and start of the plot read the first parts. Now things move along...

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"I know who you are."

What do you answer to something like that? I mean if you are Harrison Ford or someone famous that might be an everyday occurrence. But I am not. I am no one (to quote Arya Stark) and should not be recognized at all. My brain just went blank for a second or two. At a loss for an answer, I just looked at her.

"You took all those pictures that is on the walls in the shopping center. There is a small picture of you in a corner."

"So right! I did. "

Relived that it was nothing sinister or strange in the fact that she recognized me, I just smiled at her.

"And... "

Shit! There is always a "But" attached.

"My best friend´s sister is living with Anette, and she said that you were good at other things."

Shit again! I wonder how much she has told everyone!

"Like doing a fashion shoot for someone who wants it. Or doing portraits and so on."

Pheew, this could have been awkward.

"Ok. I have been known to do that. Sometimes. If you really want me to do something like that. You can find me on the net. Look it up and send me a message."

In the hope that that would be the end of it I gave her my business card.

As I did that I spotted Yvette coming in thru the door and looking somewhat flustered and busy. Come to think of it she always looks busy. But man is she pretty. The black trousers have been replaced by a short black skirt, and the black top and small jacket was clinging to her body. Flopping down beside me she looked me straight in the eye and asked:

"What was that about?"

I tried to explain and said that I just gave her my business card and hoped that that should be the end of it.

"Why? Give her a break. Take some pictures, show her how it works and make a woman of her."

"What do you mean?"

"She needs to get laid! Hard! And talking of that. So do I"

She caught my hand and pushed it in under her, moving the skirt aside. I could feel firstly that she had nothing on under the skirt, and secondly that she was wet. Flowingly so. I moved my hand slightly and she formed an O with her lips and when I crocked the two middle fingers so that they penetrated her I could feel how really soaking wet she was. The O was followed by a Ohhhh sound. I wiggled my fingers and let them slop around as I found her clit with my thumb and moved it slowly. Another Ohh sound and then she whispered in my ear.

"I have been thinking of you the last hours and getting more and more needy. Is there a restroom, or loo in this place?"

"Yes, around the corner to the left"

"I'm going there, and you follow me in less than one minute! Now!"

Raising, she patted her skirt, and tried to look less in a hurry walking around the corner, and I could hear the door to the restroom close, but not lock. Looking around I could see that the café was empty, and the girl was out in the kitchen. I stood up, somewhat clumsy, and tried to sort the boner in my trousers and walking normal around the corner. Opening the door, she dragged me in. More or less manhandled me as she closed the door and locked it. Pushing me back she pulled my trousers down. Pushed me backwards down on the closed lid on the toilet. When she lifted the skirt, I could see she had nothing on under. She just straddled me and directed my by now rock hard boner to her slit and sat herself down on me, taking me inside her in one long stride.

"wooooo, I needed that"

She said and bottomed out and started grinding on me with eyes closed. Making small, contended sounds deep in her throat. I let both hands caress her backside and one hand going down on her buttocks and a finger massaging her backside, and suddenly she just lost it. Biting down on the sound of the climax she was shaking all over and breathing in short bursts. I could feel her insides massaging me in waves, and her juices flowing around my cock. As the shuddering subsided, I just held on to her, and could feel her cheeks getting all wet on my face. Sitting like that several minutes she just panted and made contended sounds.

Shaking she raised up, and the slurping sound as I came out of her indicated the wetness as well. She looked herself over in the mirror and washed face and hands quickly, stating:

"Let's get out of here."

Her voice was businesslike again, and I more than agreed.

We talked about going back to my place, she had a few errands to attend to and I said I would go straight back and wait for her there. Said and done. And she was gone. I tried to clean up a little in the sink when she had left, and then made my way back to my car. Driving slowly thru the darkening afternoon, I was thinking of her. I wonder what all that was about. She was treating me like some kind of slave, or thing. I wonder why?

Driving up the gravel road in the darkness and rain towards my little house I could see a light in the kitchen. Initially I thought that I had forgot it on when I left this morning, but then I could make out someone moving. Strange that the alarm has not gone off I thought. When I came around the last corner the shape of a small car was visible in front of the house. As I stopped my car the front door opened. In the backlight I could see the shape of Helen. Shure, she got a code to the door when she was here last, and I hadn't changed it.

Running in from the cold and rain I was greeted with a warm hug and a lot of words.

Long story short Helen had dumped her boyfriend after more than one argument and was just trying to wind down, so she had decided to make the trip. She had no idea that her mother was here, and a bit surprised at finding her things in the inner room. Didn't mind really, just a surprise. So, she had found something cookable in the freezer and had prepared some food. Enough to feed a small army as it turned out. And then just sat down to wait for whomever arrived first, and that happened to be me.

Listening to her was easy, as always, and after a while, and a beer, the conversation turned to other things. She even tried to explain the, to me rather strange, behavior of Yvette. Treating me like an object.

"She is afraid to commit, to fall for you. She wants it to be only sex, just sex and nothing more. Just like you and me. Sex, good as it is, and no commitment. But at the same time, she is not really succeeding, liking you more and more."

I tried to wrap my mind around that for a while but was interrupted by a very hungry and tired Yvette storming in, with a lot of shout and laughter. Greeting Helen with a laugh and a hug and a hurried question:

"Where is A...?"

It was a question about Helens, by now X- boyfriend, and Yvette looked like she was biting down on a lemon, and in great pain. The answer from Helen that she didn't know and didn't care created a happy face and the comment:

"What a relief! That good-for-nothing piece of shit is best forgotten."

"I know, but he was... "

"Hey! You two, let's not fight about it. I know and you both know it was not a perfect choice but don't fight about it. Let's eat and drink and talk nicely to each other."

I was smiling all over. Two women, so different, yet so like and so strongminded could be a handful.

Dinner was lovely, chatty and nice. Coffee with a little something was shared in the living room part of the house. I ended up sitting in the middle of the couch with one lovely lady at each side. Both women extremely close, talking and cuddling. Helen upped the game by drawing my hand close and putting it on her own boob, pressing it close and humming slightly. Yvette was not far behind, doing the same with the other hand. So now I was fondling one delicious boob with each hand and feeling their hands caressing the lower part of my stomach. Yvette beat Helen to the punch and planted at wet kiss on my mouth, long and demanding, slobbering on my tonsils. Helen followed up by grabbing me by my by now rather enlarged cock with her hand on top of my trousers, and shifting my hand so that I came on the inside of her T-shirt. No bra of course, and I could feel her nipple standing straight out. Softly squeezing it between thumb and fingers I can hear Helen purring like a big cat, or tiger more like it. Between them they were manhandling me. Soon I found myself in lying position and Yvette just sat down on my face, spreading her skirt all over me so that I lost sight of anything. Dark as it went I could easily find my way and start licking and feeling along the folds and wet parts that was presented to me. The reward being the Ohhh -- sounds coming from somewhere on top. At the same time I could feel four hands loosing my trousers and pulling them down and a hand raising my cock to vertical. What must be Helens body was lowering down on it. Wet, warm and tight it pressed itself down on me. Slowly, and with a lot of contended sounds from Helen as she went down, deeper and deeper. I couldn't help but raise my hips to meet her, and the feeling was heavenly. Helen started gyrating back and forth, and letting out muffled sounds as I could feel her innards squeezing me. Yvette was first over the crest, climaxed and lifting from my probing mouth. Shaking and nearly hopping around on top of me. Helen went soon after, like fireworks going off with a lot of sound and sqeezing and clamping down on me. Yvette's breathing was first to return to normal, and with a heavy purring in her voice I heard her say:

"Let's switch"

"oh no--"

I protested.

"It's uncomfortable here, let's move to the bed instead before you two switch places. "

Said and done, the two ladies shed their clothing along the way, and were soon waiting for me in the big bed.

"On your back -- "

Yvette smiled and helped me to lay down so that she could straddle me. I started to let my hands wander over her lovely body but was soon hindered by Helen who climbed up and lowered her snatch over my face. I steered her so that I could find my way and started to give her the slurping treatment. Yvette started to grind her way down, slowly and with a lot of gyrating back and forth. She was wet as a small lake from her recent climax, so that it was no real problem for her to sit all the way down. I could feel her velvety inside gripping me and even the slight touch at the head as she bottomed out, with a long sigh. She was grinding back and forth, and to the sides, in a slow motion at first but it soon speeded up and accompanied by a whimpering sound she just clamped up and fell forward over me. Her whole body shaking. As she lifted herself of me and flopped down on my left side, I took hold of Helens hips and moved her down my body, dragging her along all the way until she was speared on the now vacant and rigid rod. Same procedure, grinding and moving with increasing speed until she cramped up and fell forward. Ending up on my right side.

"wow -- that was good"

"Agreed!"

I heard from the other side. So there I was, lying with one content lady on each side and the heat of their bodies warming my sides. Yvette turned slightly sidewas and planted at kiss on my lips. Whispering she breathed in my ear:

"Your turn. Go for it."

And dragging me on top of her she guided me into herself. I glided slowly in and started to move back and forth, letting all my pended up sexual energy from the day and evening drive me. The force of her lovely squeezing innards' and all the activity soon led to me giving notice that I was going to come and as I could feel Yvette climaxing around me I did the same, spurting a lot of juice in the deeps of her. The feeling was great and it took a few minutes to come down from that high, and I rested between the two ladies again. Drawing the blankets over us and just enjoying the warmth and nearness I drew the two ladies close. One woman on each arm and the heads resting quietly.

We must have dosed off for a little while, and when I woke up, Yvette was gone. I could here sounds from the lavatory. Nature was pressing me too, so I raised and went as soon as I heard her being finished. Coming back to bed, both ladies was awake and just pressed me in between them.

"I have a few things I want to talk to you about"

Yvette started ominously.

"Don't worry its nothing bad."

Probably feeling me shifting as I lay there.

"Me too, and nothing bad either"

Was Helens retort.

"Ok" I said "Who goes first? Yvette?"

"You know I am very fond of you, and that I like your company, and that the sex is just great. And you know I don't want it to be more than that, since I have bad track record with relationships. On the other hand, I am so proud of being with you that I don't mind sharing you with others. Like if you found something nice you want to show it off. So, when I said today to make a woman of that girl, I meant it. Give her a taste of the good things you do and are. Just to show her what it could be. You thought I was joking, but I wasn't."

In the dark I don't know if she could see my smile, but anyway:

"Go on. I can almost feel a --But- coming"

"No -- just stating the facts. I don't mind, I should even be proud if you showed her the facts of being with someone like you. Alright -- that's nr 1 -- Nr 2 is an invitation we have got, you and me- to go sailing"

"Great. I like sailing, haven't had much chance lately. Why and where and when"

"A week from now. A good friend of mine has bought a new boat, so he must sail the old one up from K-town to S-harbor and exchange them. It's a rather large sailboat so he wants company."

"If I remember correctly that is about 200 NM and would be about 40 hours of straight sailing in good weather. Let's say four days in each direction, if you don't sail nights. That's two weeks at least. That sounds like a great way to spend a few weeks!"

"You are not wrong by much. He has calculated five days each way and two days for the shift, so 12 days all in all. I remember you told me that you had been sailing a lot. And then nr 3. If you hear from a woman named Mona at the ACME Corporation in F-town, be nice to her. It's an old school friend of mine. She has got a hopeless job at a big company and is trying to do her best of it. "

"I have already been in contact with them. They wanted me to do a big sort of book about their company for some kind of jubilee, or something. Big job, about a month of hard work, I didn't want it. Calculated a hefty price, tripled it, and sent them an offer a few days ago."

Helen started to laugh.

"You tripled the price, just to not get a job!! What if they pay up??"

"Right -- they had sent it to five different companies. Some of them will surely give them a better deal. I didn't know why they sent it to me, but they claimed they had seen some of my work. But the conversation was signed by a man, some Brian something."

"That is Monas no good of a boss. He has no skill, no taste, and no work ethics. All he wants is to get in her trousers all the time. Some kind of cousin to the owner of the company. Mona is doing the real work. And keeping away from him as much as she can."

"Ok -- we'll see what comes out of it. Probably nothing. So Helen your turn...? "

"I met Annette the other day. She and Gretchen, that's her wife, want to have a child, and she wants you to father it. Would you consider doing her that favor?"

"Insemination?"

"No, silly, the normal way! She will call you this week and ask, just thought I give you a warning ahead, so you don't say anything dumb."

As is to be expected they both talked a bit after that, but it soon trickled off. Sleep overcame us all and I spent a lovely night spooning first the one and then the other of my lovely ladies. Morning came with sunshine, lazy breakfast and a lot of talk. And then they left, one after the other to their designated tasks of the day, leaving me to a lazy day in the sun.

As you can imagine, dear reader, the story now turns into four different ones. To be continued...