If you are a new reader of Lynn's adventures and care about character development, storyline links, etc., then I would urge you to read the prequel to this series. It can be found as 'Lynn's Journeys'. If on the other hand-no pun intended-you read for the masturbatory pleasure it brings you, then enjoy!
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"Okay, then it's settled; when we're ready to open the gallery, we'll name it "Lynn's Alley", Ali said to me, "Agreed Lynn Marie?"
"Yes, Ali, I agree," I said, "Now, will you let me up?"
"Yep, just as soon as you get me off once more," lowering her pussy to my mouth, her legs trapping my head between them as she knelt on the bed over me.
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We had been very busy this past month or so, getting me settled into the manse, figuring out spaces for the both of us. The easiest part was moving my clothes into the other half of the huge master walk-in closet.
We decided to move Ali's office from the downstairs part of the Quarters' 'art' building, at the apartment, to the big house. Ali and I would share office space in the library, converting it to a very workable 2-person office; and with room left over to keep the leather sofas and chairs.
I would now use that space at the Quarters for my photo files, equipment, and a hodge-podge of 'stuff' that I use in my photography.
Temporarily, I would share Ali's painting studio at the big house, over the carriage house, for my shooting studio, when required.
"So are you happy with your new car," Ali asked as we walked from the cart to our ball locations, in the fairway.
I had purchased a BMW 2-seater like Ali's right after I moved to the city.
"Yeah, I am," I answered, "though at times, when I'm on a photo shoot I wish it were a bit bigger but it certainly is easy to move around in the Quarters with it."
"That'll work for now; we can share the 'big car', you know," striking the ball afterwards with her five iron, flying it straight to the green.
Damn but I wish I had her game.
~
"What time are we expected, Ali?" I called from the shower as I turned off the water.
"It starts at seven'ish, Sharon said, but anytime we get there will be just fine," Ali replied.
'It' was a party that Sharon was throwing for us, for Ali and I, to celebrate my move to the city.
All of Ali's social circle now knew that Ali and I were a couple; and in that strange Southern manner, while it was 'known', and while we were 'celebrating' the event, it wouldn't be 'talked about', not in public anyway.
That's alright, I can live with that, I kinda' like being known as Miss Alice's 'special friend', Miss Lynn.
Sharon, like Ali, was loaded.
Her family home was in the very old-money, tony enclave known locally as the 'Garden District'.
Huge multi-storied homes on large city lots, with trees along St. Charles Avenue, providing a canopy of shade over the roadway and the street car tracks that were in the middle of the boulevard.
Sharon lived at the family home, a seemingly common practice among the daughters of wealthy Southern families.
She also had an apartment near the Quarters; "for when I want to play naked with my friends", Sharon said.
She would never bring a playmate home to the big house, not while her parents were there, anyway. For this party, her parents were on vacation in St. Croix, Sharon told us, a wicked smile on her face.
~
We dressed in light-weight dinner dresses with spaghetti straps, and bodices that showed our 'wares' to great advantage. Ali and I had fallen into the habit of dressing sexily when we went out socially; we liked the looks that we drew from both men and women, turning us both on in some sort of convoluted way.
Looking at ourselves in the floor-length mirror, we had decided that we looked hot, smiling at each other.
Throwing the overnight bag into the trunk, I drove us there with the top down, laughingly speeding through the city, following Ali's directions.
One of the things that I liked about Sharon was her unabashed straight-forwardness; one never had to guess where Sharon was on any issue.
When she was over visiting one evening, sharing some new weed she had just scored, she told us of the party she was planning for us.
"I'm glad that you guys are okay with me doing this (the party)," passing the joint to Ali, "it'll be a really good time for everybody; we (the social circle) haven't had a party in almost two months."
"Well, we appreciate that you want to do this," Ali said to her as she passed the joint to me.
"Would you guys like to spend the night?" Sharon asked, taking the joint from me, the night air on the veranda feeling cool after the afternoon rain we had a few hours ago.
"Why, do you think we're going to get that drunk?" I asked her, waiting for Ali to pass the joint back to me.
"No, I want to fuck the both of you again; that was a lot of fun when we did it before and I'd like to do it again," Sharon replied very straight-forwardly.
Like I said before, I like that you always know where Sharon is on issues.
"So you're really okay with playing with Sharon again?" Ali asked me after Sharon had left, and after we agreed to spend the night for some special fun between the three of us.
Ali and I had come to the realization that we enjoy playing with others as a couple; that we weren't threatened by threesomes, or foursomes with others, and that we truly enjoyed that kink in our psyches.
As Ali had observed before, our recreational sex with others didn't lessen our love of each other when we made love as a couple, just the two of us.
"Yeah, I am, sweetie; Sharon's a lot of fun in the sack, don't you agree?" I answered as I rounded a traffic circle, leading me onto St. Charles Avenue.
"Yep, she is, and the fact that she wants to do us again, kinda' makes me feel good, ya know?"
"Yep, I do," shifting to fourth gear, my hand sliding from the gear shift knob to Ali's thigh.
"No, no, baby, not yet," Ali said, moving my hand back to the shifter, "if I let you start playing with me now, we won't make the party."
She was right, I knew.
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