Ann Ch 11

Jenny came home early that Thursday morning. Rosie and I had finished our shower, and I stood with a towel over my head, trying to dry my hair as much as possible. I heard Jen and Rosie talk, and soon, Jenny hugged me, holding the towel tight around my head. She rubbed me a bit and removed the towel to kiss me. I kissed my girlfriend back and wished her a good morning. She had taken my hairbrush and began to brush my hair, easing out the tangles. She continued brushing my hair, and I just stood and enjoyed it.

"I talked to Bitch yesterday. About your weeks this summer taking care of your parent's farm."

"Oh, yes. You are both welcome to join me. That is if you can stand farmland."

"Rosie is excited and has pestered me, and Bitch has tried to persuade me. She called twice. I - I have some issues. It is not you, it is me. I can't talk about it, but I have decided I want to go too. Bitch said that I cannot hide forever. So the end of the story is that we are going all three of us, if we can make it fit into the vacation planning at work. I have even asked at work, and it might be possible. I need a favor from a few girls, and I might have a double shift or two afterward. Can you run a farm just by yourself, and are your parents ok with us coming?"

"My dad can run the farm all the rest of the year, so why shouldn't I be able to stand two weeks? It is just the milking and looking after the animals, seeing if the calves are fine, and collecting the eggs from the hens. No calving is due during summer, so I don't expect any surprises. I have done it before."

"Do you need some help? We don't know shit about farming."

"It is not that difficult, and you don't have to get up at five o'clock in the morning like me. I might need some help to eat the apple pies I bake, and if the rhubarbs are plenty, we can bake rhubarb crumble too."

My hair was fine and had been that for several minutes. I turned and slung my arms around Jenny's neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

"I would love to have you two sexy girls around. I want you to meet my parents too. When they leave for Oregon, you can lie all day in the sun, if you wish - even naked. You can pick fruit for our dessert, or take a walk or a run in the surroundings. We can drive to the nearby village; I want to show it to you. We can have a beer in town or dine out if we want. Just like here - there is just no gym for miles around."

Jenny smiled at me:

"Then it is settled. We are going to the wild frontier with you."

I laughed. To them, the city girls, it might be like the frontier, to me it was home.

We talked about our vacation plans during our breakfast, and Rosie asked me about my parents. Jenny went quiet, and I could see, that she manned herself up to be brave. I made it a short conversation:

"I want to tell them the news face to face. Until then, all they know is that you are friends of mine. They won't mind having you there, and I am certain that they will accept you as my girlfriends. They are the best parents you can get."

Then we changed the subject to questions regarding the near future. We agreed that we would have burgers that evening, and as we were all eating out Friday, I asked about plans for the weekend. Apparently, we were going to Ruth and Sofia on Sunday evening, and on Saturday, we would spend some time at the gym, and after lunch, we would go swimming. Jenny would catch up with some sleep after that. Rosie wanted some time with her sewing projects too, so I hatched a plan:

"What if I spend the afternoon in the kitchen, preparing a nice dinner for us? I want to spoil you, and since Jen has the day off on Monday, we can have something with garlic. How about lamb chops? With lots of gravy and scalloped potatoes?"

Their eyes opened wide. Jenny spoke first:

"First you mention rhubarb crumble, and then lamb chops. I am going to go to sleep hungry. Yes, please - you are too good for us!"

"Likewise, I really appreciate that you take care of me. Then it is settled; fancy candlelight dinner on Saturday."

Rosie sent me a warm smile and blew me a kiss.

Before I left the kitchen, I opened the fridge and used my phone to take a snapshot of all the different condiments, and I made a mental note about which ones had expired, so I could renew them. I looked at the dough, it had risen to the brim of the bowl and half an inch more, but it was kept in place by the plastic bag. It would be fine and ready to be baked that afternoon.

"If we are having burgers, could we get them from the little place over by Abercorn? They have the best fries."

Rosie had her favorite burger places.

"I thought that we could cook the burgers ourselves, but I cannot compete with real fried fries - those frozen for the oven are ok, but not especially good like the real fried. Do they sell fries without burgers?"

As Jen was the one with the car, she was the go-getter, and she knew the menus.

"Of course they do, I can go get them while you two do the rest. Can we watch our movie while you are baking? We can pause it when you have to be at the oven."

"Sure, Jen, that will be a break every twenty minutes. No problem, it will be like the commercials."

Jenny went to choose our clothes. I told her that I was going to our local retail store on my way home, so I would prefer to wear the company's clothes. She accepted, praising me for telling her in advance. Usually, they talked about plans for the day during breakfast, so Jen could decide on clothes afterwards. That day we had much to talk about, so it was a bit forgotten. My two girlfriends studied me curiously when I dressed. Rosie smoothed my shirt and pinched a fold here and there, apparently to see how the fit was.

"Hmm, not bad at all. If you lose more fat, you'll need a smaller pair of trousers."

"That's no problem. The jocks get two sets a year and extra if they ruin something. I have had this set for almost two years."

I studied Rosie as she dressed. Her red stripes were almost gone - most visible were the two red stripes over her breasts, but they were easy to overlook if you didn't know what to look for. She was dressing in tight, black jeans with a faint glitter over them. A cream-colored satin blouse completed her outfit, and she left the two top buttons unbuttoned.

We left Jenny to sleep and went to work. We had started a new habit by kissing each other goodbye when we parted where I put my bicycle; Rosie went for her bus and I began my twenty-minute ride to my company.

Nothing special happened at work, besides the smiles and small hints I got from Jeannette. I couldn't be angry with her - it was kind of cute and innocent. I told her about my dinner plans on Saturday.

"Spoil them rotten. You are dating the hottest girls in town!"

"I think there are hotter girls. One of their friends is a combination of them; She's tall, with big boobs and legs almost to her armpits. I haven't seen her with much make-up yet, but they say she's an expert there. Her girlfriend is huge, but not fat - just a lot of muscles. She is one of the nicest people I know. And she's an ex-marine."

"Gee, you are getting more friends. Don't tell me that you are dating them too!"

"Not really. Not beyond hello-and-goodbye-kisses."

I got away with that remark. I didn't feel the urge to tell her that it was tongue kisses with Bimbo, and she took it as the standard habit among good friends.

I had gotten an idea about how to introduce my coffee machine to the girls, and in a vacant moment, I went on the internet to find a manual for it. I couldn't remember all the different kinds of coffee, it could make, and I easily found what I was looking for. I copy-pasted it into a document on my computer, but I had no time to work further with it as it was time for me to wrap up and go visit Matt.

"Welcome, Miss Jones! It was nice of you to take your time to sort out my problems."

He always called me Miss Jones. I have often wondered why, but it was nice in a way and didn't create the mental distance you could have feared.

"No problem. I'd rather spend an hour here than spend two hours at the office wondering if there is something wrong with either your keyboard or your fingers."

Matt was the nicest person, and he didn't take offense - he just laughed.

"How right you are. Now this is my problem ..."

Twenty minutes later, he had understood things and thanked me again. The last hurdle was the monthly reports, but we couldn't do them until the following week. I had shown him two months earlier, but next month I needed some time to find out what he had fucked up, so we made an appointment the following Thursday.

"Eventually, I might be able to do this shit myself. I just need some time to get used to it. I am not bad with numbers, It is just so much different from my last job."

"Different numbers? Not from zero to nine? Or a different accounting software?"

"No, it was coordinates, trajectory curves, and wind factors. I was in the artillery."

"I wouldn't know what to do with that kind of numbers."

"See? But with your help, I can soon be on my own. I hope that I am improving."

"Sure you are. I just thought that you didn't know the platform we are working with."

"My skills are mostly in HR - they wanted a manager, and at the job interview we agreed that if I could get this unit up running, I could learn the last skills afterward."

"Which you did fine, I have heard, and with the books, we are almost there. Perhaps even after our session next week."

"You are so kind. I hope they pay you extra."

"They don't. But I get other benefits like an hour of overtime, even if I am at home at my usual time. And if I show goodwill, they show goodwill."

"Nothing is too good for you. Thanks again, see you next week."

We shook hands and he saw me out. I really liked Matt. Not as boyfriend material, the thought of that had never struck my mind as I have never looked for any sort of friends and he was close to 40 years old. At least that was my impression - he looked younger than that, but the wrinkles had shown.

I was in good time, so I drove past the mall with Sofia's shop to get the bra for Rosie and a few thongs more. I put the scrunchie in my hair before I entered the mall, and when I reached the shop where Sofia worked, I saw that she had a customer. It looked like it would take some time, and I was prepared to wait, but another salesgirl approached me and asked if she could help me.

"Well, yes. I need a bra. I bought one last week, but I have an envious friend. It is a shelf bra, I was told that it is a new item with you."

"Oh it must be those over here. There aren't many left, it was a small lot and we haven't been able to restock them yet."

They had the size I wanted, and I asked for a pack of thongs. When I had paid, I put the clothes in my backpack. I felt a hand on the small of my back, and Sofia hugged me as I turned to see, who it was.

"Have you worn the other bra out already?"

"No, Rosie wanted one too. We share bra sizes, and she knows when we are going to wear them. I haven't shown it to Jenny yet."

"That will be a lovely surprise for her, though I smell some trouble there. Jen is quite nazi about rules. You two are up for a nice surprise too, if you surprise Jen. Don't let Rosie teach you to be a brat if you can't stand the consequences."

The salesgirl that had served me, was still standing behind the counter, and I looked from Sofia to her and back.

"Oh, Ann, this is Lydia. Lydia, this is Ann, Jenny and Rosie's girlfriend."

We shook hands.

"Lydia isn't one of us - yet. She knows what we are doing and a little about how. But she's still playing with the boys."

Lydia smiled at me and excused herself - a new customer had arrived.

"Wow, Jen did mention your ears - they are nice. Did it hurt much?"

"No, not much. I didn't scream."

I smiled at her.

"Oh, yes. You're a farm girl."

I sighed. She put her hands on my arm.

"Sorry, I will not say that again. But almost everyone I know is a city girl who will stop dead in their tracks if they walk more than five steps away from a concrete sidewalk. Myself included. How is life with Jen and Rosie?"

"Fine thanks. I - I happened to close the bathroom door Monday afternoon. It cost me half an hour in the dark."

Sofia giggled.

"You know how to make Jenny happy."

More customers entered the shop, and Sofia hugged me quickly.

"Say hello to Jen and Rosie."

"Likewise to Ruth."

I left the shop and as I walked out of the mall to my bicycle, I felt it a bit strange to talk so openly about my love life, though it was in general terms, and innocent bystanders might not understand any details.

On my way home, I passed a big supermarket and I considered doing my shopping there, but as I expected our local market to have everything I needed, I decided against it. I was raised in a small town and I know that if you don't support the local shops, they aren't there for long.

Back home, I tried to open the door silently in case Jenny was asleep, but she called from the living room:

"Hi Ann. You are early, haven't you done the shopping?"

"Hi Jen! I did, I left early, and it wasn't a time-consuming job at Matt."

"Matt?"

"The manager at our local retail shop. He is new to our accounting software. Any accounting software in fact. He is a quick learner, but needs some help from time to time."

"You are a nice person. Helpful and considerate."

"I do my best. And the better he is, the easier it is for me to do my work. Can I go peeing?"

"No, wait for Rosie."

"When can we expect her?"

"In half an hour, I think."

"It is all right Mistress, thanks."

Jenny came closer and hugged me. After a long kiss, she grabbed my shoulders and held me at arm's length.

"I have missed you. I cannot wait for the weekend to arrive. Turn your head."

I did as told.

"It is perfect. The hair, the scrunchie, the ears. The girl, everything."

"I was ..." I bit my lip. I couldn't tell Jenny why I was at Sofia's shop. Oh, yes - the thongs."

"I should say hello from Sofia. I passed her shop and thought that I would contribute to our thong-drawer."

I took the thongs from my backpack and gave them to Jen.

"Oh, you shouldn't. But thanks, a few of them are almost worn out."

"I thought that. Let me put the food away."

I went to the kitchen and renewed a third of the bottles in the fridge door. I took the bowl of dough out and filled the shelf with the rest of my shopping. I had remembered a bag of carrots. Rosie would love it. The dough had risen a bit more, and it was ready to roll into buns. I decided to wait for Rosie - if she wanted to help, I wouldn't do all the work myself. I sat on the couch with Jen, holding hands and talking sweet nothings.

"I have really missed you two this week. It is not the same not being here during the evening and the night. It is good that you have each other, but it is a pain missing out."

"We miss you too. But it is nice having Rosie around. She is a nice girl. I have already fallen in love with her. I almost did the day in the supermarket, you know, but that was perhaps just fascination, I think. Now it is love. Like I love you. I have been alone for years but never felt lonely. I feel like an inner spring has been tightened month after month, and now the energy is released into a huge burst of love. I cannot imagine myself living on my own anymore."

"That is good because we will not let you go. Rosie wrote me today that she agreed with Ruth; that you are a keeper. And she mentioned the word love too, just for your information."

I slung my arms around her neck and kissed her.

"I think my mantra was: 'This is going to be really good.' I am still sorry for the fight we had."

"Don't be. It was the only way it could happen. If you had said 'Oh, a girlfriend. OK with me.' I would have been worried."

We sat there, looking into each other's eyes and holding hands. Then a noise from the door told us that Rosie had put her key in the lock. We rose to go and greet her.

I still had to get used to a three-person hug, but we got better at doing it.

We decided to wait with the coffee until the buns were made and had to rise a bit again. After peeing, Rosie and I went to the kitchen, and as I spread out the baking sheets on the dining table, Rosie tried to roll the dough into buns, but she appeared unprepared for the fact that the dough was soft and sticky. She tried to avoid getting sticky by handling the dough with her fingertips.

"You need to go all in. Come here with your hands - cup them over the sink."

"As she did that, I poured a generous amount of cooking oil into them and took a handful for myself too. As I rubbed the oil into my hands, Rosie did the same.

"Now you are icky, so it cannot be much worse. Just do like this."

And after a few buns, she got the knack of it and enjoyed rolling the rest of the buns. She was very skill-focused and enjoyed learning new things. Besides that, working with her was fun, and I was looking forward to teaching her more about cooking.

When the bowl was empty, I took the rest of the yeast from the fridge and made some more dough, this time for the burger buns. We left everything to rise, cleaned up, turned on the oven, and went to Jen in the living room.

"Ready for the movie?"

We cuddled together on the couch and watched the movie until my phone beeped to tell us that the first tray was to be put in the oven. After the second interruption, Rosie helped me transfer the baking sheet with the raised buns to the hot baking tray. We brought a tray with coffee, still-hot buns, butter, cheese, and honey to the coffee table.

When the movie was over, we still had one tray left to bake, and I taught Rosie how to spice the minced meat and shape it into burger patties. Jenny drove for the fries, we thought that it was a bit embarrassing to have them bring fries only to us.

While Jenny was away, Rosie started a conversation that I hadn't expected to come from her:

"Jenny has mentioned the Sister's Society?"

Yes, she did shortly. I assume that you are members, both of you?"

"Yes, and the other girls too."

I assumed that she meant Bitch, Bimbo, Sofia, and Ruth.

"I hope that you want to join too. Otherwise, we would all feel that something is missing. It is not that expensive, and I am sure that you will fit in."

"Tell me a little about it, I am very curious. How do you meet? And where? And what are you wearing?"

"We have a monthly evening, and sometimes a party in between. We are sixty or seventy members, most from the city and surroundings, but some live fifty or sixty miles away. We are encouraged to form smaller groups for fun and support, and we six are a group like that. Some groups have a musketeer's oath like ours; We don't mess around with other people, then we can trust each other and don't have to worry about STIs."

"But I am from outside ..."

"Not anymore. You were tested, right?"

"Yes, I was. Jenny wanted me to do it as the first thing."

"Now you know why. Well, we meet in some rented party rooms downtown - right under the gym. Linda and Jacob own the building and the cafe too. The rooms are open for everyone to rent, but one weekend a month is for LGBT activities. The girls party Friday and the guys meet Saturday."

"The guys?"

"There is the lesbian community, and there is one for gay guys too. Usually, those two categories don't talk to each other at all, but it is different here. Very open-minded."

"I like that. But I don't know anything about gays. Even lesbianism is new to me."

"They are like us, just guys. We share the weekend in the rooms and the gym too. We stay separated. Bitch is usually the bouncer in our evenings, but if she's busy elsewhere, one of the guys takes over. He is at the door and doesn't interfere with us. Bitch does the same if he's busy at the guy evenings. In the gym, Saturdays before two o'clock and Wednesday nights are for the girls. The guys have Sundays and Thursdays, at the same time. Outside that, it is for everyone: Gay, lez, bi, vanilla, hetero."