Chapter 4 - Gracie Meets Dianne
Thanksgiving Day never has been a big event at our house. With Dad gone and my grandparents far away enjoying retirement, all we had was me and Gracie, a couple of my high school friends, Gracie's sister, my aunt Rebecca, and throughout the day several of Gracie's local social circle. Honestly, we were thankful for that it itself. I couldn't picture Gracie slaving away in the kitchen over the traditional feast.
We were sitting in the den after everyone had gone their way discussing of all things, dildos. Gracie admitted to having a vibrator that she kept in her bedside table drawer in case she couldn't sleep nights. I naturally told her about my latest acquisition, namely Bad Boy. I was just about to go to my room and get him (them) when the doorbell rang. It was Dianne.
"I heard there was a very nice woman by the name of Gracie living her, and she was known for her hospitality especially to wayward orphan girls." Those were the first words Gracie heard when she opened the front door. And then, "Hi, I'm Dianne, Allison's chauffer."
Both women were laughingly heartily when they entered the den. I had just returned from my room with a very nice leather valise which I placed on the coffee table when I ran over and hugged Dianne, and then kissed her much more passionately than most girlfriends would do on any occasion. It was obvious by the way that we clung to each other that more than friendship was at play here.
"Gracie," I blurted with joy, "this is one of my dearest friends, Dianne."
""We've met," Gracie informed me, "and I can't help but to like her already. Can I fix you girls a drink?"
"Surprise us," I said before Dianne could politely refuse.
""Those breasts feel good even through that bra, Dee," I declared.
Dianne looked around to see that Gracie had already left the room.
"Relax, girl," I said. "When I bring you up-to-date on events, you will really be relaxed. Sit," I motioned to the sofa.
Gracie re-entered with three tall classes of her surprise potion. Then she surprised both of us.
"These will make your pussy pucker, and your heart go out to me. Drink up," she said merrily as she lifted her glass in celebration of the gathering.
Dianne and I were both pleasantly shocked, but we recovered quickly.
"Dianne," I said loudly, "I give you Gracie, the best fucking mother a girl could have." Dianne almost dropped her drink. "Relax," I continued. "In the last couple of days Gracie and I have discovered that we have much, much more in common than merely being mother and daughter. I have found two of the most beautiful breasts in the world, a demanding pussy and an asshole that winks at you if it is kissed in a certain way."
"Allison," Gracie admonished me teasingly, "you foul-mouthed little bitch. What is Dianne going to think of me if you keep that up?"
"I'm going to love you as much as you will let me, Gracie." Dianne said quite calmly. "Allison and I talked for over an hour last night, and she has told me in pretty graphic detail what a wonderful time you two have been having. I've never had much use for a hot tub, but I am dying to try yours." She looked at me and winked.
Gracie set her drink down carefully on the coffee table, gracefully peeled her knit top over her head showing she wasn''t wearing a bra, and flopped down between the two younger women on the sofa and ordered, "Kiss me, Fools."
Laughing joyously both girls leaned over and took a nipple into their mouths. Then, like it had been rehearsed, they raised their heads and each kissed Gracie on the ear using their tongues as probes.