Author's note: For those not familiar with "Liv", she was the catalyst for the "Liv's Legacy" stories, and was featured in "The Devil's Gateway" and other stories.
Chapter 1
Standing there and looking at the bed, I couldn't stop the memories that came flooding in; not that I wanted to stop them. Whenever we thought of Liv, they always came back for both of us. Liv was not someone to be forgotten, not in our lifetime, and perhaps longer, she affected so many people. As I sensed all that had gone before, all the sensations threatened to overwhelm me again. My mind, my heart, and even my watering eyes wanted to reach out to her, to touch her again, and yes, to love her.
We were both that way; Paula, the one we so loved, the one I still love and live with. We had both loved with Liv, as well as each other, and it was magnificent for all of us. Now it was still magnificent, but we did miss Liv's presence in our lives.
"What's going on in your mind?" my—our—love asked.
"Just thinking of her, hon. Can't help it."
"Yeah, I know what you mean; me too."
We'd come back to check the house out. We were thinking of offering it to Mary and Anise. Their place was a good one, but this one was much better, roomier. Besides, they had both admired it, but not asked about renting it, at least not yet.
"What do you think about taking this bedroom to our place?" I asked.
"Where would we put it?" Paula asked.
"Either in place of ours, or swap it with the one in the other room."
She thought of it. "Not that I'm averse to anyone, but I'm not sure about having anyone else sleep in it."
We did sometimes have others stay overnight, so I could see her point.
"Well, hon, we do love it, don't we?"
"Uh-huh. How could we not, it was all so beautiful," she said with a wistfulness that I felt too.
"How about if we move this to our bedroom, and put what we have now in the spare room, and move our spare one over here? Would that work for you? Would you really like that, hon?"
"If you would, Elle, yes, I'd like it. Still, it'll always bring some sharp memories back to us."
"She's always there anyway, always in us."
"True. How can she not be? I wouldn't ever want her far away from us anyway."
"Me too. Let's do it, okay?"
"Yes, my love, let's," she said, hugged me, and kissed me softly, a sweet kiss, but laden with those memories of Liv and her love that were constantly with us.
The only regret I had of Liv's constant invasion in our life now was that she was not still with us as we wanted, wished for, but to no avail. The dead don't come back, at least not as we wished Liv would come back.
* * * *
It was done. Renting a truck, and finding a few big guys we knew, the changes in bedroom furniture were made. Liv's bed, the bed we had all made love it, was now in our main bedroom. Once more, looking at it when we were finally alone, all of the memories came rushing in on us again. All of that, and some tears.
"I wish we had done this right away," I confessed.
"We had to get used to Liv not being with us. Though I love having her bed here now, I think we did the right thing to begin with. Now we know with a certainty that we never want her to be apart from us."
I had to think on that. Paula was right, but then if she said something, it was usually right.
"Yeah, it was best that way, but I'm glad we have her back with us in this way."
I looked at her, and saw her doing the same thing—looking at my tear stained eyes as I looked at hers.
"God, baby, but I love you both so much," I said, sensing Liv was still here with us.
"Me too, Elle. I love her as I love you now, and as we both loved you then."
* * * *
We went through the day as if nothing was different, or I should say that we acted as if nothing was different, but each time I looked at Paula, her breathing was tight, just shy of ragged. Mine was no better.
It was taking our shower that did us in. We couldn't hold it any longer. It was as if Liv was there with us, her presence was so palpable. We were all over each other, and took turns eating each other's pussy, yet somehow we did manage to wash our bodies. Drying, our breaths were still a wreck, our motions all spastic, then we hurriedly rushed to the bed, the source, I was sure, of our state. This time we rushed to ravage each other, but tinged with a tender passion that shouldn't have surprised me.
It wasn't enough.
"Paula, honey, sit up there," my ragged breath desperately pleaded with her.
She knew what I meant, what I wanted, and had to have. She must have wanted it too for she scooted up quickly, her breath making quick, wheezy sounds. Once sitting well enough, her legs parted as wide as they would go, and I rushed to make love as we had often loved to do when Liv was with us. Intense wasn't the word for it, yet it had a tenderness to it that ripped at my heart. Paula must have felt similar for her hands were in my hair, and she was crying, yet loving every lick I gave her. I wore her out. It was what we both needed.
All the while my mouth was on Paula's pussy, my hips were jogging without my making them do so, Liv's presence under me was so powerful. Love as we had between the three of us has a way of living forever in our being. All of me, my body, my mind, my sexual desires, the love we had, all remembered Liv and how she loved eating me as I did Paula this way. How can I say that it was terrible, and yet love how all of me remembered us, and loved the remembrance?
"No more, Elle. Please. I want you, but I can't," she begged off.
Down, we clutched each other and held tight.
"It was as if Liv was still with us, I felt it all so much," she quietly spoke what was in my mind.
Feel Liv with us? My hips had jogged into the air just as if Liv's face was under me and she was licking my pussy as she loved to do. I clenched so often that I knew the pillow that was under me was soaked.
"I know, baby, I know. My pussy was feeling her loving me as she always did when we were like this."
Yes, Liv was still a huge part of our lives, and our love. All of our love making had been so intense, so passionate, lustful, and sweet as could be, we all loved each other so much. As I thought that, Paula eased down a bit so she could suckle my nipple, something else she and Liv loved to do. As large as my breasts and nipples are, they're also very sensitive; the two of them discovered it quickly the first time we all made love together, one at each nipple, and me being tortured so beautifully, not to mention all the exquisite orgasms they inflicted on me too.
"Are you sorry we brought the bed here?" she asked, taking a moment from suckling voraciously.
She was making me hot again, but unusual as things were this time, I was enjoying it. Maybe my body was fondly rejoicing with our minds.
"No way. It was strange, very emotional, and extremely erotic. Maybe it was too powerful feeling her with us like that, but we'll get used to it. I hope," I added.
In spite of her having taken my nipple in her mouth, and run her hand down between my lips, she couldn't help giggling. "I hope so; I like erotic and everything else with it. You two taught me to love us being as we were, and as we are now."